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We Can Begin To Feed





Commander Steiner was not happy. The Vampyrs was a proud unit, as far as mercenaries went, anyway. He didn't really have a problem with working for a Dark Lord. He did, however, have a problem with being assigned as backup to a ragtag bunch of absolute losers like this outfit, that identified themselves with the romantic name “Crimson Dawn”. He had nurtured a certain hope of competence when he heard that one of the Dark Lords most trusted men, and one of the coming stars were going with them, but that hope crashed and burned when he was introduced to a ratlike little man with a showy prosthetic hand, and a snot nosed brat, high on his own pure blood and obviously suffering from delusions of adequacy. That was when he learnt about the assignment. He was to follow these intellectually challenged incompetents on an attack against a schoolgirl.

A schoolgirl, about sixteen years old, who apparently was intelligent in spite of a faulty parentage.
Commander Steiner really wished that he had never left Bremen.


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“Hasse, It's time to think about school. Your survival might be widely suspected, but very few has seen you. It's time to decide what to keep secret, and what to reveal. Stina has established herself as your girlfriend Elaine, but you need to see the other three regularly anyway, due to the Bonds.”

“I know, Sigyn. I was considering establishing an Arch in the dungeons, or simply fly here on weekends as Hank. If we take Stina's ability to carry me through the water into account, there's no shortage of measures to jump school, even if the Wards will probably go a bit crazy.”

“Wouldn't it be easier if the girls came to you?”

“I don't think so. There's probably a definer in the wards somewhere that will classify my lovely coddles as Dark creatures of the highest order.”

“You know, to most people, Huldr are very bad news.”

“They need better news, then. Hel, any Huldr who come to me will be fed, at least on energy. The world holds no shortage on sperm donors, I would guess. If Freja has seconded the entire species to me, maybe I should look around for a suitable village or something like that. They've got to live somewhere, and preferably, somewhere I can get to regularly.”

“To feed them?”

“Basically, yes. I also want to learn more about them, of course, and there should be some way to spread a more unbiased view on them, right?”

“Like a reserve, or just a dedicated habitat. Not a bad idea. May I discuss it with Neville?”

“Sure, just don't pester him. He's running himself ragged on my behalf, and I don't even know what he's doing most of the time.”

“I'll remember that. Susan is helping him, and she's taken on some of the running tasks, like rumour control and your social calendar.”

“I have one?”

“Well, Caradoc does, anyway. Back on topic, though. What do you want people to know?”

“Hmm. They need to know that I've been abroad. Any attempt to glean the truth with Legilimency will produce images of me in a large bed with loads of pastel pillows, while scantily clad ladies feeds me peeled grapes. I was thinking about going there with Leif, talk some about hammers and girls and things, and as soon as Leif leaves, I will morph into my Harry Potter body. Thin, pale and weak and with my famous glasses.”

“Interesting. Let me guess here. In the smaller body, you will deny what just happened, and claim that the bed is the real story, while the stories of your Giant friend and your muscles spread?”

“Yep. That way, I'll be able to get away with more strange shit than if I tried to make a proper cover-up or with full disclosure. I will be cryptic to my acquaintances, and only tell the partial truth to my friends. My enemies will of course wish they weren't there, or even born. I have no intention of playing the school game any more.”

“Just be careful, Hasse. You will be a target like never before.”

“Let them come. I won't leave safety without my armour, and I will stay armed.”

“That'll do, I suppose. Now, how many girls will you impregnate, do you think?”

“Sigyn....”

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Silicon is the second most abundant element on earth, next to oxygen. Silicones are actually a family of chemical compounds. They are made of silicon, which is a naturally occurring element found in sand, quartz, and rock. When silicon is mixed with oxygen, hydrogen, and carbon, it becomes silicone. Silicone can be made in a variety of forms. Low molecular weight silicones form oils. Middle molecular weight forms gels, and high molecular weight forms elastomers and rubbers. Silicone is found in many other types of implants, such as facial implants, artificial joints, drainage systems, etc. The magical properties of the material had never been examined, however, but the properties of quartz were of course well known. A quarts crystal can hold structured magic, like a spell, and the larger the crystal, the more power can it hold. Losses over time are determined by the structure of the crystal, and silicone gel cushions, like the ones now residing under the skin of Luna Lovegood, Sex Goddess in training, contained billions of microscopic, but perfect, crystals. The carbon connections between these crystals allowed for a minor energy exchange between the quarts pieces, as well as a slight loss in the form of radiance. As such, when charged with a potent Attractor- or Charisma charm, the effect would continue to irradiate from the gel cushions for several days in a remarkably steady rate. Unfortunately, one pillow could only hold one spell, which was why Luna at the moment carried a Healing charm in one and a Charisma charm in the other. She also sported a slight case of magical exhaustion after charging her left implant with as much Charisma it could possibly hold, on top of a serious amount of Confundus charms. Once the Healing charm dissipated, she would replace it with an Attractor charm or some other similar magic.

Her respect for vain Muggle women had grown several notches. It had bloody hurt!

It had only taken two days from the initial meeting until the procedure, and she was currently recuperating at the Granger's house, while absently listening to Hermione's feminist rants.
She hadn't mentioned the magical properties of the implants, and she had no intention of ever doing so. It was her little secret, and it had already driven Dr. Granger (male) out of the house, and Luna wondered if Hermione even noticed how often she interrupted her rants to eat Luna out. Even Dr. Granger (female) had looked speculative at her. Luna figured it was only a matter of time. Ginny was however unaffected. Apparently, Harry had an even stronger attraction. Luna wondered idly if the penis that Ginny had so vividly described could be large enough to generate it's own gravity, perhaps, so that Ginny was caught in a degenerating orbit. Some day she might find out.

When Luna had visited the surgeon, she had contracted a condition that was common enough to have it's own name among the medical establishment: Cup-greed. Her original plan was to expand her humble A's to modestly large B's, but when the possibilities of the confundus class charms had dawned on her, she could ignore all the sensible waiting periods and the “cool head decisions” and have the largish D's installed immediately. Fortunately, her foundations were large enough to escape the whole “beachball-in-a-sock” appearance of many similar, poorly considered surgical victims, and her normal magical healing had allowed her skin to stretch accordingly. The wonders of magical healing potions had reduced her discomfort, but the slow irradiation of the healing charms handled the risk of scar-tissue buildup and the subcutaneous bleeding that would have extended her convalescence considerably. She felt great. The day would have been a fairly nice one if the group of five black-clad wizards hadn't appeared in the Granger swimming pool.

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“Mistress Susan?”

“Tracey? I'm not your mistress, but how can I help you?”

“It's Pansy. Her mind is in the right place, but I'm afraid she's just too ugly.”

“That might be a problem. I wonder if Neville would mind, but I do, anyway. Has she been working on it at all?”

“She's been working hard, but she's a pureblood from a warrior line. She's just very far from any kind of beauty.”

“That won't do. Politically, we're dealing with the impression of the House of Kilchurn. If the chief diplomat shall have a concubine, which he should, it should be a beautiful one. How far would you think Pansy would be willing to go for a shot at real beauty?”

“To the end of the world, Mistr... Miss Susan, and then a few miles. Is there any hope?”

“There is. I'll talk to Elaine, and then I'll get back to you.”

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Pansy was not a happy girl. The potions had helped, and she had lost enough weight to actually acquire a waistline, and she could see that her bone structure wasn't bad, but she was far from the boytoy she had decided to become. She had of course confided in her Granny, and to her surprise the old woman had encouraged her! Even to the extent of going out for the quite dodgy potions she believed she needed. It hadn't helped, though. Unknowingly mirroring Luna, she had blasted through her family's library looking for figureshaping, or simply breast-enhancing spells to no avail, but fortunately, the notion of going Muggle never occurred to her. Her fat-reducing potions had even drained much of the volume her breasts had had, and she was loudly lamenting its loss.

“Pansy Parkinson, Why are you unhappy?”

Pansy jerked her head up. Tracey was standing in the door, wearing a short, black leather skirt, and a tight black hide vest over a white blouse. Around her neck was a choker with the rune Perthro on a bronze plate. The whole outfit matched what was becoming known as the Kilchurn costume, and Pansy responded to the formal address with the ease of the ones born to formalities and ancient rituals.

“I am unhappy because I lack the beauty to please my Masters.”

“You may gain what you lack for an oath, Pansy Parkinson. Beauty awaits you in the Hallowed Lake.
Swear yourself to the House of Kilchurn, to obey it's master in all things, to accept praise and pain as he sees fit, and to remain loyal to him in all things.
Whatever position he chooses to put you in, you will serve in that position to the best of your abilities to benefit your Masters and the House, until the Lord of Kilchurn releases you. That oath will take you to the Hallowed Lake, where the Ancient Mists might grant your wish. Will you so swear?”

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“Fervidus”

Commander Steiner realised that these schoolgirl's might just be worthy of respect, when the petite redheaded witch in the faintly visible bikini casually threw an overpowered cooking charm into the water. He was able to launch himself out of the pool before it came to boil by casting Reducto straight down and use the shockwave as propellant. He landed on the lawn next to the tiled area. He had lost both his wand and his breath, and before he could regain either, a beautiful brunette cast a freezing charm on his soaked, steaming clothes. He was grateful for the cold, but as the full body bind slammed into place, he realised that he might just have gotten a really bad deal. The ratfaced man had, as far as he understood, grabbed the brat and activated their return portkey, bringing a few metric tons of boiling water along for the ride. The other two recruits, Greene and Taylor, were pulled out of the pool with some severe blistering, and one of them had apparently lost a hand. He could hear the brunette and the redhead argue about what to do with their prisoners, when Steiner heard something on his other side. As he swivelled his eyes towards the sound, he saw Her.



Luna giggled slightly at the sight of the Death Eater with the prosthetic hand being dragged down by the weight of the metal appendage, and laughed as he grabbed the smaller of the group and activated a portkey under water. Everybody knew you shouldn't do that. It wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a person and the water, and would simply transport a sphere, overriding the safety sections of the spell. Luckily for the Death Eaters, no bodyparts had been outside the sphere, but one of the remaining ones had apparently lost something. The one who had jumped out on his own accord was more interesting.

He was tall and well built, and wore a combat suit rather than the clumsy robes of the others. Over his left front pocket was an emblem of a bat against a full moon, and he wore a face shield rather than a mask. His hood was tight, but it had been torn, revealing short, blonde hair and an ear that Luna found quite attractive. She decided to practice, and bounced a little, making the springs of her sun bed squeak. She had considered similar situations before, as she had studied magical body language, and the art of subliminal signalling. As she had gained his petrified attention, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed in a highly calculated motion, stood up, and walked slowly towards him, every muscle moving as she wanted it to.


She was Divine. Every movement she made was a symphony of grace, and promised pleasures no mortal man could refuse. The Vision was walking towards him, and Commander Steiner, Squadron leader of the Vampyrs mercenary force, understood that Fate had sent him there.
She sat down on her heels next to him. She smiled the sexiest, most beautiful smile he had ever seen as she traced his Unit symbol with her slim, perfect finger. She followed the edge of the embroidered moon. Round and round her finger moved on his chest, and the touch burned like fire.
She bent down, and whispered in his ear.

“I am Luna. Do you want to serve me?”

Oh gods, did he ever. His throat was burning with the simple desire to shout 'Yes, please' but the body bind wouldn't let him. She seemed to understand anyway.

“Whose are you?”

'Yours' he screamed in the silence of his mind. She was perfect. She was beautiful, and the rewards for faithful service could only be utter bliss.

She appeared to have heard him, and released the body bind with a wave of her wand. His uniform was still a bit stiff with ice, but his stillness had more to do with the fact that she had taken his hand. He hadn't noticed, but there was a shallow cut along the edge of it, and she brought his hand to her breast. Steiner couldn't believe his eyes as she bared one of her full, firm and beautiful breasts, and traced the cut with her nipple. Before his eyes, the cut closed. He had worn the moon on his uniform, and now, he had Luna on his mind. As soon as he could walk, he would summon the unit away from the pathetic Dark Lord. He had found the person to serve.

His Goddess.

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“Ha-Ha-Harry, you will definitely not believe this!”

Neville was struggling to breath through his laughing paroxysm, as he handed a letter to his Liege Lord.

“Dear Lord Kilchurn.

“My name is Luna Lovegood, and as a friend of your charge, Harry Potter, I am naturally on your side of whatever struggle there may be. I have recently gained religious control of a trained military unit, formerly known as the Vampyrs, but now the Lunarian Legion. Unfortunately, I greatly underestimated the cost of food and lodging for 25 soldiers, and I humbly request assistance. Please help me, My Lord. They followed me home. I want to keep them.

“Luna Lovegood
Sex Goddess
Supreme commander of the Lunarian Legion.”

Harry had to morph to keep his face straight, but he managed it.

“I believe, Lord Longbottom, that as one Goddess assisted me, I'd better return the favour regardless of pantheon. It doesn't hurt to have a Goddess on your side, does it?”

The two friends then laughed until they fell out of their chairs.

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Pansy was scared. She didn't know where she was, or what would happen. She had to agree with Tracey, though. Flying on the small iridescent Dragon was incredibly exciting, once the mind-numbing terror wore off. Now, she stood on a rocky beach, and the warm August night didn't make it too uncomfortable to be stark naked. She was just a bit self-conscious, but she fought it as well as she could.
The weather shouldn't produce any mist at all, really, but she was surrounded by rolling clouds of it. It was near midnight, and the water appeared black as it reached towards her in little waves. In front of her, maybe twenty yards out in the lake, the mist began to glow with a bluish light. A hand broke the surface, and it was followed by a beautiful woman in a white gown who seemed to flow out of the water. Around her slim waist were a golden girdle, and thin gold chains accentuated her perfect breasts. Pansy was too taken by the whole scene to be jealous as the beautiful brown-haired woman walked across the water towards her. As she spoke, her voice didn't come from her mouth, but from all directions at once, like a choir of a thousand voices whispering gently in perfect harmony.

“Little Pansy, why are you here?”

“Milady, I wish to please my Master, but I was not made to catch the eye of men. I wish for that to change.”
Fortunately, she had began preparing for whatever ceremony or ritual could happen since Tracey had appeared in her room. This question was obvious. Others may not be, so Pansy listened carefully.

“Pansy Parkinson, you have served a false Serpent Lord. Will you denounce him for the real Lord of your house? Have you taken the oath to the House of Kilchurn?”

This time, Pansy was lost. The false Serpent Lord was obvious, but the real one? Kilchurn had never showed any inclination towards snakes at all unless ... unless you counted the small Dragon. It was a lot more reptilian than any other dragon she had seen, and if Kilchurn housed that one, there may just be more she didn't know about. Why should she know anything, really? Practically nothing was known about him.

“I have taken the oath, and I will not follow or obey the Dark Lord any longer. Should a real lord announce himself, I may follow him, but I do not fully understand.”

“Well said. You do think before you say what you think I want to hear. I am pleased. Come into the water.”

Pansy walked forward, and was more than a little surprised at how deep it was. After only three steps, the cold water reached her chin. The Lady of the Lake, because Pansy was clever enough to connect the dots and figure out who she was, motioned for her to stop.”

“You are between life and death. You can move back, and leave. No one knows how you will fare either way. You can also move forward, into a life of servitude to the House of Kilchurn, it's current lord and it's next. The strong arm of elder times will safeguard you, as it has protected others. The Heir will accept your service. Will you accept him as Master?”

“I will, and I will not turn back.”

“Then, Pansy, come deeper. Fear not, you will not drown but arise renewed.”

Pansy took a deep breath and took a step forward. She couldn't feel the bottom as something swept her away under the surface. She fought her panic and won, as she felt her body shift and move, and warm, blue light surrounded her. She slowly lost consciousness, and knew nothing until she woke up in her own bed.


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Stina was very, very tired. The transformation of the girl had really been an act of mercy, but the power it required to make the morphing permanent was staggering.
Harry had allowed her to use his without even knowing what she wanted it for, and the trust he showed her brought tears to her eyes.

These tears were not dissimilar to the ones she had shed from laughter when Susan had laid out her little scheme to the Kilchurn Sewing Coven, as she had laughingly put it.

Sigyn had helped in polishing the phrases so that they could allude to both the Norse and the Arthurian cycles, and Jorunn had helped her calling up the mist while Disa had used her allure to provide the sense of unreality.
Stina herself needed a few minutes to morph from Rainbow to an idealised Elaine, so the help was needed.
When the pug-faced girl had submerged herself, Stina had vetted her mind, and found it remarkably educated, but untrained.
She had suppressed the slight superiority complex, and enhanced her submissive traits as well as encouraging her to tell the story of her transformation 'in confidence'. The Tales of Kilchurn were building and spreading, and with Elaine as a public face, they would be able to enter their beloved Master and Husband into the very Pantheon of Magical Britain. 'Harald the Just' had a nice ring to it, after all.

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“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, ickle Gin-Gin, Happy birthday to youuuuu!!”

Ginny fought the urge to clamp the pillow over her head as her room was flooded with both red hair and the twins attempt at crooning. It wasn't that they had bad voices, they really didn't, but the fact that they found skilled out-of-key singing to be hilarious. On the other hand it really woke her up.
She looked out the window, and of course it was raining. She took that as a sign that Harry would not be around today. She sighed, and grabbed the teacup her mother had placed on the tray in her lap. The present family was horsing around while she had her breakfast. She sighed inwardly. The idea of eating in peace had never really interfered with the Burrow's boisterous ways.
“Now, dear, why don't you freshen up a bit and come down. There's some presents for you, and Luna's soldiers have said they're all safe.”

“Thanks Mum, I'll be right down. As soon as Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dumber here gets out so I can get out of bed. Any word on any others?”

Molly began counting on her fingers, ticking them off as she went.

“Yes, dear. Bill and Fleur will be along soon, and Charlie will be here for lunch. Luna is coming any minute and Hermione is with her and her soldier boys. I swear, that girl gets stranger by the minute. Luna, I mean, not Hermione. Is it true you were attacked by Death Eaters at Hermione's place? One of the soldiers told me.”

“Yes, Mum. They came, got their bottoms soundly spanked and fled. There are some heavy unfriendly wards in place now, thanks to the Legion.”

“I just hope they don't come back. Now, I've learned my lesson, and I won't keep asking how Luna got all those soldiers under her command, but they sure make me sleep better, knowing they're on guard. I was very concerned at first, but they seem reliable to me, and that charming Commander Steiner is very polite and friendly. Now, dear, I'll bring Fred and George downstairs, so you can get ready.”

The twins suddenly turned serious.

“No, mum ...”

“We would like a word with ...”

“Our favourite sister first. We'll be...”

“Right down.”

“Okay, what's going on here?”

“We realised something. You were not to be seen anywhere on Harry's birthday.”

“So we think there might be something to know.”

“And that you, Sister dear, know it.”

Staring intently at her, they asked in chorus.

“Where's Harry?”

Well, she never believed her twin brothers were stupid, but while she didn't know very much, she decided to share it.

“I honestly don't know, but I've seen him, and I gave him his present. He'll be back, and you might just regret you're not in school any more.”

She grinned at them as they groaned, but they bounced back quickly with their conclusion.

“So, he's at Kilchurn Castle, he's tight with the Lord and you're no longer eligible for Unicorn hunting, then?”

Not a bad conclusion at all, she thought before formulating an answer.

“No idea, no idea and yes, more's the pity. I believe we were at Kilchurn, because the place mobilised in about ten seconds when the Longbottom alarm went off, and people turned to him for leadership. Since you asked, if the alarm hadn't gone off, I might had seen my last unicorn. Now, brothers dear, did you really want to know that?”

Her saucy smile had her brothers blushing and groaning to a great combined effect.

“No, not really. Will he give you something in return, do you think?”

“I hope, anyway. Why?” She asked suspiciously.

“Just ordinary, non-pranking curiosity.”
Fred would have been more believable if he hadn't conjured a halo.

“Frankly, we just want a bit of proof as to our favourite partner's continuing existence.” George said seriously.

“Not that we doubt you, but still.”

“Very well. If you make me angry, I know someone who can reduce your shop to bubbling rubble. You know that, don't you?”

“We certainly know that.”
The twins didn't look too troubled, so she chose to believe that whatever prank they had planned wouldn't be aimed at her. She threw her covers off, and drove the twins out with the view of strings and lace on a sisterly body.

The morning progressed, until Bill and Fleur showed up.

Riding on a Dragon.

Ginny recognised it of course by the description in the paper. It was the Kilchurn Dragon, Hank.

It should be terrifying. After all, it was a known killer, bringing acid rains on the heads of the enemies of Kilchurn, invulnerable to curses and more intelligent than humans. The Prophet had done quite a piece on it, without calling for it's execution even once. To Ginny, it was beautiful. The shining Obsidian-black scales and the long head that turned to her as she gazed upon it. She didn't even notice Bill and Fleur until they were right next to her.

“You recognise him, I gather?”

“It's Hank. How did you get him to fly you here?”

“Gin, where do you think? Now, his ... owner can't really be seen, but he hasn't forgotten about you. Fleur, do you have it?”

Fleur nodded, and gave Ginny a small box with the rune Gebo on the lid.

“Go on,“ Fleur said. “You won't even notice ours until your present from ...Kilchurn, is settled, I think.”

With a sense of reverence she opened the lid. Inside was a beautiful drop-shaped pendant in red gold, hanging from a thick red gold chain. The engraving on it showed the Potter crest, with the text in runes. She couldn't read them, but she recognised the number of letters, which matched the seal from the mysterious letters from Miss Anne Thrope. On the back, there was another Gebo rune, together with a Wynja. There was a small note inside the lid of the box ,and she carefully unfolded it.

“Happy birthday, Ginny. Now, I can't really be out just yet, no matter how much I want to give you your gift in person. I will, of course, but not today. Now, put the necklace on, and let Hank take you for a ride. He might play a bit, but he would never harm you. The necklace is really important. See you on the express, and have fun!
H(F)P”


With a look of determination and anticipation she quickly clasped the necklace in place, and approached Hank cautiously. She relaxed when the dragon looked at her and winked. She smiled at him, and climbed up in the saddle. With a cry, like from a happy fog-horn, the black beast launched into the sky, and Ginny was very happy about the sticking charm that held her in place. As the speed increased, she noticed a blue light crackling along the edges of Hank's wings. The light spread along the scales, and as soon as it touched her, she squealed. It felt like hands, electric hands caressing her, stroking her, and before she could get a hold on the new sensation, it overwhelmed her, and she came. As the quick orgasm ebbed out, she looked around and saw that they were high over Ottery S:t Catchpole. That's when Hank decided to powerdive, and her screams of excitement over the speed and the thrill of the dive, Hank hit her with the blue light again, but this time, it wasn't so overwhelming, but he built the tension inside her through the dive, a following loop and a barrel roll, not allowing her to climax until at the turning point of a perfect Wronski feint. He kept her up in the paradise of the multiple orgasm until he slowed down to land again.
With unsteady legs, she climbed out of the saddle and walked up to the head of the powerful animal.

“Hank, you can communicate with Harry, can't you?”

The dragon winked at her again, and nodded.

“Then, my beautiful Dragon, communicate this.”

She bent her head over the Dragon's long nose, and stuck her pink tongue out, tracing the edges of his scales with the tip from his nose and up between Hank's now half-closed eyes.

As the dragon shuddered, she whispered to it.

“Tell him that.”


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Harry stumbled down the stairs. The effort of forcing his own Passionfire to work in his Leharv shape was bad enough, but Ginny had basically sucked it right out of him. He had made it back to his roost, and transformed right out of the saddle, only to discover that the saddle was in bad need of a hosing. He hadn't known that such a small girl could even produce so much fluid. She must be worse that Jorunn and Disa together. He had opted to clean the saddle by hand, and only conjure the water, instead of the normal routine where he just banished everything that wasn't the item to be cleaned. He didn't even want to risk cleaning himself up right now. He wanted to sit by the fire in his grand hall, he wanted to have a cup of mead, and then he wanted a shower and a girl. Damn that little redheaded minx. When she had licked his face like that, he had had to clamp down on his body control to keep from flashing all the Weasleys his five leathery feet. For the first time in a long time, Harry was horny.
He slouched into the Grand hall, and flopped down in his favourite chair. The other chair was occupied by Susan at the moment, so he decided to stop her normal approach immediately.

“Susan, this is a very bad time to tease me. Ginny is bloody gifted in that department, and if you give me the slightest incentive right now, I'll take you hard over the back of this very chair and Neville be damned, so please just don't.”

“Hmm. In that case, I'll need reinforcements. Most of the Seidheim crew is in Sweden right now. There was some paperwork, I believe. Gabrielle is in France and Neville is scouting out your real estate. We're quite undisturbed, but not alone. Dobby?”

With a pop, the funny elf in his sober tweed suit appeared, blowing a smoke ring from his diminutive Briar pipe. She hadn't looked at the pipe before, but now she could see that the head of it was sculpted to resemble an irate Severus Snape, with the smoke coming out of his head. She giggled a bit before addressing him.

“Chamberlain Dobby, could you please alert Huldr Saga that she is needed in the Grand hall, and see to it that Master Harry gets a tankard.”

“Of course, Lady Suzibones. I'll see to it.” He bowed to both of them before disappearing.

Harry was a bit confused, and as it showed, Susan explained.

“Harry, I need to talk to you about sexual matters, so you need to get off in a hurry. Saga wanted to taste you anyway, so I thought that we could talk while she sucks you off.”

Harry just smiled.

“Susan, you are a very strange girl, and Nev is lucky to have you.”

“He will be, anyway. He hasn't had me yet. You think you can focus for a while, now that you know help is on the way?”

“Sure. Let me have it.”

“Firstly, Commander Klaus Steiner of the Lunarian Legion has requested an audience at lord Kilchurn's convenience. I've lodged him with the Einharjer contingent, and I believe Björn will be able to assess his combat skills shortly. Nice guy, that Steiner. I was a bit surprised that neither he, nor any of his men actually believes that Luna is a goddess. Anyway, i'd like you to have a glass with him tonight, if possible. We don't know anywhere near enough about them.”

“Granted. I'll meet him in the Klub as soon as I've had a shower.”

“And sex, I hope?” injected Saga, as she casually walked into the room, stark naked.
Her smile was unexpectedly sweet for a feral Huldr, and her sweeping, thick squirrel-like tail was brushed to a golden shine, and the furry collar, much thicker than her daughters, was curled in a way that suggested some serious care. She sank down in front of his chair and looked pleadingly at him, but it was Susan who spoke next.

“How nice of you to come, Saga. Could you please empty our Lord's balls for him? Don't mind me.”

“Of course, lady Susan. It's always a pleasure to come, no matter how you put it. My Lord, please don't bond me, but if you wish to make me pregnant, go right ahead. I won't ask, so it's your choice. I wouldn't mind, though”

Harry had thought himself immune by now, but found himself blushing anyway.

“Not today, I think. Oral is quite sufficient, and I think I need to talk to your daughter before doing anything permanent.”

At that, he felt the link open and the presence of his loves was there, alerting him that this was a 'public' call. Disa's voice carried through.

~Master, I can always sense you. We have talked about it, and if you feed my mother, I really won't mind. It might be a bit petty of me, but I would prefer it if you would impregnate me before my mother, though.~

~Yes, Love. I'd like that, too. I'll just go ahead and have some casual sex with your Mum, then?~

~Do that. Have fun, Love.~

Apparently, she hadn't caught his amused and bewildered tone, but since Saga had taken the opportunity to liberate his most disproportionate member and started to taste it, he didn't really give a damn any more. The feral woman was very skilled, so Harry just sat back and enjoyed it, as Susan stared at the impossible flexibility of the non-humans throat.

“Susan? ...Was there ...anything else?”

“Erm..what? Oh yes. Don't tell Neville, but I borrowed Tracey from you and recruited Pansy Parkinson as a pet for Neville. I don't particularly like the idea of being anally slam-fucked or have my head forced too far down, ... like that, yes, but I don't want to rob Neville of the pleasures. She will of course service me as well, so it's really a win-win situation. Stina pulled some of your magic to make her pretty, which will grate on Malfoy as a bonus, but the point is that we more or less established Stina as the Lady Of The Lake. We also introduced the idea of a rightful and just Serpent Lord into the rumour-mill, and soon, Kilchurn will be considered Heir of Merlin, if not Merlin himself. Oh Merlin, how does she do that?”

“Very well, Susan. She does it very well indeed. ... Don't you .... think it was a bit premature to ... introduce the Serpent Lord at this ... point. Oh Goddess, Saga, you're really good at that. Is the transformation of Pug Parkinson ... that drained me so bad the other d ... the other day?”
“I should think so. My, isn't it hot in here?” she said in her sexiest voice as she shrugged her robe off, and began to unbutton her blouse. Her voice worked it's magic, and Harry shot off down the Huldr's throat. Her eyes opened in surprise, but then she closed them and enjoyed the copious amount that rushed into her body, but she couldn't keep up for long. Susan's eyes were riveted to the small stream of semen that leaked out through the corners of Saga's mouth. She slid out of the chair, and crawled over to Harry and the Huldr on her hands and knees. She carefully scooped up some semen from Saga's face with her fingers, and licked them off. Shuddering with pleasure, she proceeded to lick the Huldr's face and chest clean of her Liegelord's cum, before standing up and casually returning to her own chair. It might have been the view of that, that caused Harry to let out a powerful blast of Passionfire, that knocked the Huldr out cold. Small torrents of lightning flowed over her body for a few seconds until she sat up again, shaking her head.

“Master Harald, I've ...I've ... Damn. Any time, any place and any how, Master. If you wish to bond me, or even cut my tail, just do it. I'm yours.”

“Are you fed enough now, Saga?” he asked, mostly to cover his lack of composure.

“For the next year, I guess. I see why the Goddess likes you, and you better believe i'll spread the word among our kind. As I said, I'm yours. Now, if you'll excuse me, I guess I have to lay down a bit.”
She stumbled out of the Grand hall, with the occasional spark still illuminating her tail, making her jump. The scent of aroused female was strong, but Harry didn't mind. He turned to Susan, who had her robes on again and looked as prim and proper as ever. Her cheeks had a slight flush, but she didn't say anything about it. He buttoned up his trousers again, and addressed her in a casual tone.

“So, if you want Pansy to be your toy, have fun with that. Now, you really don't need my permission, of course, but I would appreciate to learn of these things in advance from now on. You're attaching her to you, which means she's attached to me, and has the right to expect my protection. I feel like I'm stretching myself too much. Death Eaters attacked Hermione's parents´ place, and I didn't even know it. I'm good in a fight, I make fairly good blades and my nails are bloody brilliant, but you seem hell-bent on making me into some kind of half-god. I'm not. I'm Harry.”

Susan actually laughed at that.

“Sure you are, Mister dragon animagus, adopted son of a Great serpent, assigned Chaos factor and bedmate of a fertility Goddess, a real one. Staff wielder, Master smith, Seidsinger, watermage, part vampire, part Veela, part Giant and part things I've never even heard about. A regular Joe Average, you are. Not to mention that ramrod you've got in your pants. Every guy has four sexual beings in bed most nights, and even does their mums if the girlfriends is too far out. Grow up, Harry, and see who you are.”

Harry was stunned. The man she had described was one hell of a guy, a powerhouse, and possibly the luckiest bloke on the planet. What he couldn't really get was that it was him. But it was.

“You know, that's one hell of a list you got there. Thanks. I'll try to keep that in mind.”

“You'd better. Now, let's talk about the unit formerly known as the Vampyrs.”


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As he had half expected a torture chamber, Commander Steiner was more than surprised by the pleasant surroundings of the Klub. As he took in the room, mentally cataloguing all points of cover and possible hidden defenses, he actually missed the middle-aged man behind the bar. That's why he jumped in surprise when the Lord Kilchurn spoke up.

“The pool table is even supposed to be usable as cover. The marble base is layered, making it capable to withstand quite an onslaught. Welcome to the Klub, Commander. It might just be the most secure room you've ever been in, and what happens here, stays here. No attempts at spying will work, and even Pensieve memories will just deliver static.”

“Very impressive, My Lord. Sorcery?”

“Of course. This is a Sorcerer's castle, after all. So, Whisky, whiskey or beer?”

“Host's favourite, please. I was impressed by your forces, I must say. I do hope I'll never be pitted against them in battle.”

“So do I, but at the moment, your allegiance is a bit unclear. You did come here to serve a man I intend to compost, after all. Here, a fine, but quite unremarkable Laphroaig.”

“Thank you. Yes, we did. As you might know, my first assignment was to attack a schoolgirl, and a man who orders such attacks just isn't worthy of our services. Further, the girls did beat us soundly with a bit of luck and a cooking charm, so prudence destroyed my loyalties to the Dark Lord.”

“Do call him by name, please. Voldemort or possibly Riddle. Now, I'm also a bit curious of the Lunarian side of things.”

Commander Steiner put his glass down and looked the Gray Lord in the eye.

“My Lord, do you know about my and my men's family background? We're from prominent Nazi families,and at home, that's a real Stigma. We're not allowed in the Regulars, we're never hired by the Goodies, sorry, the official law enforcement, or anyone considered Light. Are you familiar with the concept of Ronin? Samurais who had lost their Masters, and became fanatically loyal to whoever picked them up? Luna picked me up, and she gave me a sense of belonging that I didn't know I missed. We are aware of that you are paying, but we serve her. She's good and kind, she's clever and powerful, and she's also of course dynamite in bed. She might just be an incarnation of a Sex Goddess. It's a bit hard to explain the feeling it is to be found and accepted, possibly loved, by such a person, such a personality. As soldiers and mercenaries, we're bought and sold. As the Lunarian Legion, we at least know that we're not needlessly spent.”

“Well said, Commander. As Luna is a friend of the family, I don't see any problems between us as long as you stick with her. So, what did you want to talk about?”

“Suitably enough, a formal alliance. My Goddess wishes to join her flag to your battle standard. Her Father, who should be the formal head of the family, has surprisingly enough yielded his rights to his daughter.”

“I see. Well, the interest for such an alliance is rather obvious by now, I guess. I should require a personal meeting, though. As a personal friend of Freja, I would very much like to meet the local Sex Goddess.”

“My Goddess has expressed interest in a personal meeting with either you or a particular one of your associates. She did not confide in me the specifics, but as I understand it, she expected it to be handled in school.”

“A capital idea. My associate will announce himself to her, and they can discuss business at their leisure.”

“So. That was the business part. Darts?”

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Harry was slowly packing his trunk. He hadn't gotten around to do any Muggle shopping, so Dudley's old rags was still his main costume. Perhaps he should squeeze in a visit to Diagon to get some new robes? Nah. He was still as bloody short as he was last year, and he intended to use his HarryPotter puny morphed shape mostly anyway. His old stuff should fit, and if he needed, he could always sing himself some new things. Minerva had gotten his books for him, and he had ample opportunities to get out of the castle if he needed to.
Lastly, he packed one of his most prized possessions these days. It was a very serious looking book, titled “The use of the syllable 'qwah' in rain making rituals.” It was filled with pictures of Disa and Jorunn, in increasingly raunchy poses alone and together, as well as a bunch of classy nude studies of Gabrielle. His wife was like a model, classy and erotic, while the shots of his Huldr girls could only be called porn. He loved that book, just because it told him that they had thought of him, and they had let him know that they expected him to brag to his dorm-mates. He put his wand in a sleeve holster Leif had made for him, and strapped the shrunken Stormbringer to his hip, mostly hiding it in his pocket. It made it hard to sit, though, so he decided to leave the battle hammer in his trunk instead. Once he was done, he shrunk the trunk down, and put it in his shirt pocket before lacing up the vest. He had gotten so used to wearing the leather trousers, the linen shirt and tight vest that it never even occurred to him to wear something else.

He looked out the window and sighed at the sight of Scotland in early fall. Sure Hogwarts was in Scotland, too, but it wasn't his Scotland. Now, he had to go to England, at least for a few hours. He was not happy about that, and he wanted to revel in that feeling, for once this summer. He had even asked the girls to stay away for now. He wanted to commit his castle and the view to memory. He was going back to school, and for the first time ever, he hated it.

He would have to be Harry Potter again. Well, there were some people who should learn just who Harry Potter was! He would not fold this year. His priority was not the school, the Ministry or the Order. The house of Kilchurn was his, and Hel could take whoever tried to separate him from his family.
His girls had tried to convince him to expand the family I school, and even refrained from sharing is bed the previous night. As they put it, he needed all the charge he could get, seeing as he would screw at least twenty witches on the ride alone. Harry had just groaned, but as he had one special witch in mind, one who had actually promised to swallow, he could probably do with a largish load.

“Hasse, I mean Harry, you ready go station of schooltrain?”

“Yes, Leif, I guess I am. Why do you use english now?”

“You may not know, but most in castle speak Norse for weeks. Even Susan and Neville learn with Stina in bath. You need listen in English.”

“Thanks, but I don't think I need it. Now, are you sure you can appparate us both to the coordinates?”

“Yes, little Harry. I big giant, remember? I not really can blend in if I miss, so I learn precision. I draw power from earth and field, and we go. Easy-peasy. I need to stand on ground, though.

“Okay, lets get down, then. Hey, maybe I can get my broom back in school, and fly here some time.”

“Hasse, once the girls get horny, they'll come to you wherever you are. Now, Little Hasse, it's soon time to go.”

“What am I forgetting?”

“To move. You behind in courses, use Stina's brain. You need army, call us. Hel, you need big help, half of the gods in Vanaheim will come. You good. I wish you marry Jorunn and Disa, though. Stina, has no need of ceremony, she say as she part of you anyway, but try to marry Huldr girls soon. Now I say it, and won't sleep on couch tonight. There, all done.”

“So, this is it, then?”

“Yes, Harald Fafnersson. It's time for Harry Potter to go to school, and may Loke have mercy on it.”







Author's notes.

Even people who use a lot of crystals and rocks in their fics has ignored the Silicone Gel. Heh.
I know my Weasley meeting wasn't very....detailed, but I just don't think they're worth the effort. That's not where this fic is going. Ginny is involved, but her pussy is far more important and interesting than her mother, don't you agree? I'm planning to ship Hermione off to either the Twins, or possibly a teacher. Ideas please.

As for the Legion, I needed a second, allied trained force in the story. As my original bunny regarding Luna died, she fitted right into this one. Expect a fairly different Luna at Hogwarts. One with a mean right hook for starters.

Ah, well. Full circle. Now I won't even have to try to stick with the original outline. I also has to make Draco a Gerbiller as well.
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Vanir.