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Turning A Little Blue.





“Stand down! Stand down! Everybody calm down. He's not in danger, and there's backup in the room. We knew someone would try something, and he can handle it!”

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Stina's voice echoed through the link. Harry wasn't supposed to hear it, but as she was almost flooding him, and Jormungandr was a bit busy, he heard her anyway and realised that she was right. He had enough defences to deal with almost anything, and this bluish net didn't seem to harm him.

He undid the holster lid and brought Stormbringer out, resting the heavy head on the floor, and his hands on the handle. His face was mildly disapproving, but not hostile at all. He was just waiting for the foolishness to end.

“Headmaster, you're delaying the sorting.”

“Who are you?” thundered the aged wizard.

“My name is Harry Potter. You may have heard of me. I'm rather famous for not dying, and as you can see, I've done it again.”

“Lies. All my tracking mechanisms has melted. Who are you?”

“I told you. By the way, isn't there a name for old men who spies on schoolboys? The quality of your trinkets would be something between the manufacturer and yourself, if I hadn't figured out what they were and made a move to jam them. I didn't really think they'd melt, but I can bear their loss with courage. Now, let's lose the net and get on with the sorting. The firsties are getting nervous, and I'm hungry.”

“The wards reported you as a possible threat ....”


“Wingardium Leviosa.”

The table jumped up and knocked the Headmaster's wand off his target, and continued to hit the old man on the chin, making him fall over. Harry swung the hammer lightly, and the net shattered in a flash of light. As the Headmaster clumsily got to his feet, Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down between Dean and Hermione, and across from Ginny.

Neville, with his wand still in hand, was marching up to the head table. He was speaking softly , but the whole hall could hear him anyway.

“Headmaster, I just got word that the armies of Kilchurn are standing down, after your unprovoked attack on the principal Heir of the House. You got very close to a very nasty sort of crisis here, Headmaster. The kind where people die before anyone even knows who the enemy is, and your reckless behaviour was the sole cause. He is indeed Harry James Potter. A little stronger, a little more self-assured and with a whole bunch of hard-hitting friends. If he was a possible threat, why on earth did you go so out of your way to make him a real one? Try anything like this again, and I won't be able to save the castle. I got lucky this time, and so did you. Please think first.”

With that, the young politician turned and left for the Gryffindor table.

~Master, someone is trying to access the back door into your mind. The trap is set. What shall I do?

~Take them in and hold them there. See if you can identify the attacker. Oh never mind. I see him.

At the same moment that Harry gave his invisible friend his instructions, the batlike Potions professor went rigid and passed out over his plate. Harry transfigured a piece of mud from his boots to parchment, conjured a pen and wrote a note.

“Next time you try to break into my mind, I will rip yours to pieces and fry what's left. There will be no more warnings. Harry Potter.”

He folded the note to a bat, and sent it flying across the room. When it had settled on the table in front of the greasy bastard, he ordered Jormungandr to release the prisoner. Snape jerked again, sending his goblet flying, and straightened up. After seeing and reading the note, he turned a pasty white and stuffed the note in his pocket. Harry just smiled and ended the transfiguring spell.

He finally could look at the rest of the head table. Professor McGonagall nodded at him, and so did Professor Flitwhick. Hagrid was staring at him warily until Harry smiled at the big man, and then, he smiled back. Professor Sinistra was eyeing him like a side of beef, and then there was the most unintimidating glare from Dolores Umbridge.

“Excuse me, but how come the toad woman is still on staff?” he asked his neighbours.

“I was told no one could replace her. It's not the most popular post. Will you run the DA again?”
Ginny asked eagerly. Harry thought about it for a second.

“I'm not sure. Some kind of open training should be possible, but I will have very little free time this year. Wouldn't it be better to have a competent teacher?”

“Lupin for instance? I'll talk to him and Rita if you want.” Neville brought out a notebook.

“Could you please? Getting rid of her won't be hard. She will no doubt step over the line immediately, but I'll roll with it until we can get a replacement.”

Hermione was staring at him. Her mouth was open, but she was still incredibly cute, in a clubbed sort of way.

“It's you.” She said.

“Erm, yes? I'm Harry. Pleased to meet you.”

“You're not the heir, you're the Lord.”

“He's taller than me. Elaine is his daughter. Wouldn't that be, I don't know, yucky?”

“I would agree, but there's this thing called magic, you see.”

“True, but while a herring is just a herring, a good cigar is a Cuban.”

“What?”

“Exactly. Hush now. The Hat is singing.” He enjoyed her expression immensely, as she tried to make sense of what he had just said.

The Hat sang about House unity, school unity and the need to stand up for the good and proper things in life, but Harry was a bit preoccupied with some of the present females. Parvati, two seats off was making eyes at him, and some serious eyes they were. She was busying herself by doing some kind of finger gymnastics that for some reason was incredibly erotic, while keeping her eyes firmly at him. When he looked over to the Ravenclaw table, he saw her sister doing pretty much the same thing. Further away, he saw Tracey looking at him with naked lust in her eyes, but as soon as she saw him looking at her, she cast her eyes downwards and smiled to herself. All over the student tables, he saw female eyes, many of which disappeared when he looked at them.

The head table was a bit funny. He had expected to be more or less ignored by the headmaster, but found the old man looking at him more than once. Snape, on the other hand was studiously ignoring all students. Suddenly he felt an elbow in his side.

“Harry! I've been talking to you for two whole minutes here. How did you pull this off? How do you change shape like that? Do you really live with Dark creatures?”

That, of course, got his immediate, undivided attention. He slowly turned his head to look straight at her. He didn't slit his pupils this time, but she shrank back from his glare anyway.

“Miss Granger, they are as dark as you are a sub-human, suitable for menial tasks, who can be housebroken with just a little effort. These labels were made by the same people, after all.”

He could just as well have slapped her with a trout. Just to confuse her even more, he morphed her bra again, making it a lacey push-up thing that left her nipples bare. Her face froze, and her cheeks reddened slightly. He whispered in her ear.

“Sometimes, the most brilliant things are hidden by layers of nonsense. Like robes.”

He knew that he might have gotten through to her, but he had certainly shut her up. Ginny was looking amused, and leant forward to ask.

“Did you zap her or something? She's almost on the verge there.”

“Really? Should I leave her there, you think?”

“If you feel like getting ravaged the second she gets you alone, go right ahead. Now, how did you ...enter her? I mean, she doesn't look like she's in pain by sitting.”

“I can alter shape and size. It just limits my feeling a bit. You've seen me natural.”

“Oh my,” Dean interrupted, grinning widely. “What an interesting conversation to have at the sorting.”

Harry turned to his dormmate.

“Sorry about that. I live with four, no six, sexual predators. Shyness is not really an option any more.”

“Oh, never mind me. Elaine as well?”

“Yes. And yes, I believe she'll sit for you. As she is what she is, but she loves me, I really can't make any predictions.”

“Sounds like a woman, then. Now, go on. Lav and Parv are about to blow their tops.”

“That'd be a sight all right.” Harry concluded.

Ginny grinned wickedly and turned to the two girls mentioned.

“So, what do you want to know about him?”

The barrage of graphic and detailed questions made the conversation deteriorate like a falling brick.

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After a great feast, without any interruptions by the headmaster, except the usual, but slightly distracted speech, Harry, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Parvati, Lavender,Ginny and Neville hung back at the table. Harry had sent off another 'bat signal', alerting Tracey of the possible delay. When they heard the name, Hermione had groaned and Dean grinned, and the rest ignored it, as they didn't have a clue as to what he was talking about and didn't want to let on. They all nursed tankards of sweet mead, brought in by a grinning Dobby.
Not only did that give the elf an opportunity to break school rules, he also had the great privilege to show off his fancy tweed suit, and make lewd remarks to Hermione in a hideous mix of accents.

“Oh Lordy, now. Those cups gotta be holdin' enuff candy fer a whole week full o' Saturdays, eh Boss?”

Even Hermione had to laugh at the little comical elf, even though she blushed a lot. She froze, though, as the elf addressed someone behind her.

“Lo and behold, if it isn't the greatest Minnie McGee, the sweetest pussy in the kingdom!”

“Hello to you, too, Chamberlain Dobby. Have you brought alcoholic beverages to these students?”

“Dobby has, Lady Professor Kitty girl. Would ye like a dram?”

“Aye, if it pleases the Lord, a drop of Ardbeg wouldnae go amiss.”

“Coming right up then, Madam.” And the elf popped away.

“I swear that elf brings out the worst in me. May I have a seat?”

After some shuffling, the Head of house got a seat at the table, next to a still very stunned Hermione.

“Oh, do relax, Miss Granger. Don't make a habit of this, but I will be looking the other way a lot this year regarding Mister Potter. Harry, the headmaster wishes to see you in his office in half an hour. My task is to soften you up sufficiently to make you tell him all about your summer. How am I doing?”

“At this point, I feel quite prepared to tell him about my curse-breaking in the Brazilian jungles, and maybe share an anecdote or two about the Brazilian all-female football team. Would that do?”

“Perhaps, if you include the House of Kilchurn somehow.”

“Oh, that's easy. Elaine was on the team, and I got rather attached to her since she had this way to open her ...”

“That's quite enough, Mister Potter. You will of course be completely unaware of any Legilimency probing that goes on?”

Harry turned serious.

“I have already warned Snape off. He will spend the rest of his life as a vegetable if he tries again.”

“I'm afraid the headmaster talked Filius into doing the honours. Please don't hurt him.”

“Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. He will fail, though.”

“I believe he expects that. He is, after all, a very close friend of mine, and I have given him some hints. Nothing definite, of course.”

Harry reached out and put his hand on his Professor's cheek, thus enabling wordless communication.

~So, just how close? I don't mean to pry, but I was intending to lock him in a memory of some rather intense physical activity. He might just be feeling a bit frisky, once I release him.

~That would be just fine. Thank you.

Harry grinned and released her. Hermione was still staring, but managed to shake it off slightly.

“Touch telepathy?” She asked.

“Something like that. It works, and that's enough for me.”

“When were you Turned...no. How can you... Harry. That's a Vampire trait. How can you do that?”

“You know, once you figure it out, you tell me. I haven't the foggiest.”

“What else can you do?”

“How about this?” he smirked, and liquefied all her clothes except the already modified bra and her robe. Hermione didn't bat an eye, but she did get slightly flushed, especially with McGonagall sitting right there with an amused halfsmile.

“Erm. Yes, I thought of that, too. Vanishing things like that isn't that hard, but you made them reappear again, in place. That's not possible.”

“You know, Hermione, when you consider Dyson's theories of localized quantum phase spaces, but use Plancks constant as denominator, rather than the speed of light, the whole thing makes a lot more sense.”

Hermione was blinking rapidly, and even out of sync.

“Mate, I think you broke her.” Neville laughed.

Harry smiled, and returned her clothes to her a second before she jumped from the table, and took off for the library at a sprint.

“Mister Potter, what on earth did you just tell her? I barely recognised the words.”

“I have no idea, Professor. I picked it up in an issue of Science Illustrated, a muggle magazine, and it wasn't even in the same article. What I meant it to sound like was a way to temporarily remove something from Reality, without moving it at all. Like invisibility, only more so. If she figures it out, I'll have hell to pay.”

“Oh, Mr Potter, you worry too much. Just shag her for an hour, and you'll be all right. Well, I'd better make myself known to the first years. Don't kill the headmaster, please, and I've already drafted a letter, offering the DADA to Mr Lupin. How soon do you think I'll need to send it?”

“I don't know, when is my first DADA class? Take care, Professor, and don't show fear. They can sense fear, Firsties. Right scary, they are.”

“Until tomorrow, then. Good night.”

When the professor left, everybody were staring at Harry, except Neville, who was rolling on the floor with his hands clutched over his stomach and tears running from his eyes.

Seamus was the first to break the relative silence.

“What have you done to her, Harry? She was almost human, she even made jokes!”

“We got to know each other over the summer, and she was even invited to my wedding, which not a lot of Brits were.”

Parvati and Lavender blanched.

“Wait, you're married? And she knows and suggested ... You married Hermione?” Parvati stuttered.

“No, I'm not married to Hermione. Minnie, I mean Professor McGonagall is a very good friend of my wife, and my three consorts, as well as my really hot mum-in law, who doubles as my substitute mother as well. I just had two other mum-in-laws move in as well, and they are always trying to get into my bed, with their daughters cheering them on. These facts are no, and I repeat, not for the public ears. Lavender, Parvati, you understand? And could someone please pour some ice water over Seamus before he catches fire?”

“No problem. We will get to see a lot of girls make fools of themselves over you. So, Harry. What is it about you that makes you so attractive?” Lavender asked in a sultry voice, but Ginny was already one step ahead of her. The redhead undid her necklace and fastened it around the blonde's neck and nodded at Harry.

“Go on, Harry. She's safe. Just don't hit me until I get the necklace back.”

As Lavender looked around in confusion, Harry had leaned across the table and captured her hands. He caressed her fingers, and then he let his tongue trace the lines of her palm, while he allowed a trickle of power connect to her through his tongue.
Lavender gasped. Then she leaned into him and kissed him forcefully, and Harry released. A halo of blue light surrounded them, and Harry's sensitive nose picked up on her arousal. He focused another flash at her, and she came in a tightly contained, but incredibly intensive orgasm, right there at the table, before she collapsed back into her seat. Ginny steadied her as she reclaimed the priceless necklace.
Ginny told the shivering girl,

“That's why. Well, that, and his enormous trouser snake, but he needs to shrink it by half to fit a normal woman. He also tastes delicious.”

This time, Seamus grabbed a nearby pitcher and emptied it over himself, to general laughter.

Harry stood up and straightened out his robes.

Well, I guess I'll have a meeting, then. I also have another meeting after this one, so I don't know when I'll be back at the tower. See you all later.”

He squared his shoulders and walked towards the known ambush.


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Harry stepped into the office as a warrior. He held Stormbringer in his left hand and Fang in his right, and his robes had been transfigured to look like battle-armour even if it couldn't protect as well. He looked around, and saw nothing of the little Charms professor. He felt him, though, skilfully sliding through the illusions of shields that Jormungandr had set up. When the little man was inside, the trap swung shut, and Filius Flitwick was caught inside Harry's memory of Freja's Trial..

“You wanted to see me, Headmaster?”

“The mirror. What was it called?”

“Ah, I see. It was the Mirror of Erised.”

“Who was the first innocent life you saved in your third year?”

“Buckbeak.”

“From your fourth year, who was the spare?”

“Fuck you, I'm out of here.” He turned to leave.

“Wait. Please forgive me, Harry. I was so certain, and I couldn't believe you were back from the dead. I had to make sure, and you did reassure me. No mere words can possibly convey just how plesed I am to see you alive and well. Please, let us start over.”

“Headmaster, I've learned some very disturbing things lately, so if you don't mind, I'll attend this school, for which you are the Headmaster, but there ends your influence.”

The Headmaster's face fell for a split second, but he recovered quickly.

“I need to know where you were this summer.”

“No you don't. You want to know it, but that's another thing entirely. Let's say I took a holiday with, lets say, Bill Weasley, and we went to South America to break curses and meet some babes. At a revel with the two of us and the Brazilian female football team, I met a cute girl, who wanted me to move back to Britain and meet her Guardian.
In reality? I have studied, and learnt more than a little. I've learnt that power is like a hair colour, just something you have unless you use it, and have the willingness to use it. Good or bad is shown simply by how you use it. By having power, like you, and not use it against the Dark, is by itself Dark. As heir to a mighty house, I have learnt that force will solve many problems. I have banned the use of the word Mudblood, for instance. The use of it here in school will be dealt with in force, and can be a capital crime. I will gain influence in Slytherin, and try to make up for the neglect and abuse it currently suffers, and if the current Head tries to attack me again, he dies. No charges, no complaints or redemption schemes. He will just die. Legilimency will from now on only be performed with my expressed consent. Without it, it's an attack. Questions?”

“How did you practice when your wand hasn't been used?”

“My wand was destroyed in the first attack. I got another one, of course.”

“May I see it?”

“You're seeing it. If you tried to handle it, it would hurt you.”

“What was it made from?”

“A serpent dragon's fang. That's all. No core or case. Just the fang. It's great for parselmagics and the more powerful combat spells and makes amazing shields.”

“I see. The hammer is a rather prominent piece of equipment, so I assume that you have been training with the infamous Dark legion of the Einharjers? I must ask you to leave it here, I'm afraid. It's a well-known Dark artifact.”

“The Einharjer's are a militia, and mostly a law enforcement body. Calling them Dark in my presence makes you look like a liar, and as I assisted in the making of my hammer myself, in every step, the second claim proves you a liar. I will not allow myself to be disarmed. So far, most of the greatest threats I've encountered has been Hogwart's employees. Next.”

“It is rather obvious that our relationship has been severely damaged. Where did we go wrong?”

“Fifteen years ago, when you made a clever, but unfortunate decision regarding me, without any authority to do so.
Every year when you sent me back to hell, every year you employed Snape and most importantly, at the memorial, where you were distracted enough to reveal the plan. I will never trust you again, so make your plans without me from now on. I will kill Riddle, but for my purposes, not yours.
Let's not forget the time just now, when you so blatantly lied to my face. Now, if you'll excuse me, Headmaster, I'm somewhat late for a prior engagement. Say hello to Professor Flitwick for me.”

With that, he left. The headmaster rubbed his eyes and asked his hidden assistant.

“Well, Filius? Did you get anything out of him?”

The little man frowned.

“Headmaster, you set me up against a Master Occlumens. He trapped me in a feverish wet dream with an impossibly perfect woman, and except for a deep, heartfelt admiration for the dear boy's imagination, I only caught powerful determination to keep his loved ones safe. He's powerful beyond belief, Albus. I also believe that I'm darker than he is.”

“Please explain.”

“There's more than Legilimency to the study of man. When you attacked him, he evaded, but didn't defend. A shield might have sent spell debris around, so he took the hit.
He also didn't retaliate at all, which he would be legally entitled to do, and as we just heard, he knows about that.
Also, Mr Longbottom was telling the truth. He really feared for the Castle, should Harry get angry or hurt. He has an army on his side, Albus. An army. The Kilchurn forces were ready to go to war for him, and Kilchurn has proven themselves to be against the Dark time and time again.
The boy who just left is a leader of the Light, Albus. He is, in difference to you, a man of action, who will take the fight to the enemy. You have also lost his trust. I'm not at this time sure when that happened, but I'll look into it.
There may be a slim chance for an alliance, but it's to early to tell. Keep Severus out of his way, though. This formidable young man will not back down, and if he is expelled, he will leave and not look back. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something to discuss with his Head of House.”

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She was still waiting for him, and as he got near, she silently led him to a small room, hidden behind a portrait of a noblewoman.

“You're still here?”

“Of course, Master.”

“I'm not your master, Tracey.”

She just smiled at him.

“You will be, though. Look at me.”

She opened her robes, revealing a vest like the Kilchurn costume's, but it was cut a lot lower, and she didn't wear anything under it. Below it were a pair of tight thigh-length shorts, quite similar to biking pants.

“You're beautiful. What's this about?”

“You. I'm yours. All you have to do is take me. I will not come to you, but I will hunt you and haunt you until you take me. Do you want to take me by force? Just do it, then. I won't resist, but you have to take me. If you want me to come to you, you'll have to order me, be my Master. I will do whatever you want. Do you want me to suck your cock? Just order me, and I will.”

“You are making this very hard for me, Tracey.”

“ On your order, I will suck you as hard as you'll ever be, and then you can order me to take my clothes off. Tell me to go slow, and I will. Tell me to be fast, and there will be tatters all over the place, and then you can order me to suck you some more, or to lay down and spread my legs. All you have to do is order me to bend over and spread my cheeks, and I'll be yours in every way.”

“Why do you do this to me? Or to yourself, for that matter.”

“Because of many things. Because I want you so much my nipples hurt, but this is the way it has to be. I'm yours for the asking, but you have to ask with force. You're a force, Harry. Try to become what you are.”

“On your knees, then, and suck my cock.”

She did, eagerly. Her fingers were actually shaking as she undid the laces on his trousers and gently pulled him out. Then she stopped. She looked at the huge member with disbelieving eyes, and measured it to her hands. She needed both her hands to reach around it, and another measure showed that it was as long as her forearm. When she looked up at him, her beautiful violet eyes were dark with lust, and she licked her lips before opening her mouth as much as possible. She did manage to take the head in her small mouth, but she did her best to make up for the lack of depth with her hands and tongue. After a while, though, Harry realised that she was sobbing.

“What's wrong?” She didn't answer, but continued to suck and lick as much as she could. He realised that he had asked her.

“Tracey. Tell me what's wrong.”

She looked up at him with tears in her beautiful eyes.

“I got you to give me the order I wanted, but I can't obey it. I'm just too small.”

“Then prepare for a real shock. Stand up, and take off your clothes.”

“But, Master, you're ...”

“Hush. You wanted orders, here they are. Take your clothes off and turn around.”
He pulled one of Freja's necklaces out of his pocket, and marked it on the back side with the Tiwaz rune. He admired her slender back for a second before putting the chain around her neck. He rubbed his length along her wet little quim, enjoying her shivers.

“Now, Tracey, you will grab your ankles.”

She folded like a pocketknife, straight at the waist without bending her knees at all. He knelt behind her, and she managed to capture his crown in her mouth as he started to probe her with his tongue., he used his morphed tongue to carefully measure her before standing up and putting his crown at her slick entrance. She was shivering and making little whining sounds, but she didn't even move as he started to push into her. He morphed himself to be a little too big for her, but within the tolerances. He had figured wrong. To her, he was just perfect.
Tracey, a girl with a more than healthy libido, had endured more than a month without release, and the tension was becoming intolerable.
The sensation of her Master's member grinding inside her brought her to, and over, the edge. Unfortunately, she still couldn't come, so instead, her body simply shut her mind down.
Tracey was reduced to a being of feral need, and that need was for her Master to fill her with his seed.

She began counter-thrusting so forcefully that Harry lost his balance and fell backwards with Tracey on top of him. The slim girl began riding him in a ferocious pace, and as she saw how much he enjoyed her squeezing, she lifted herself off of him, and took him into the tighter entrance.
Luckily for her, he hadn't lost it completely yet, and was able to shrink himself enough to avoid the serious injuries the girl was ignoring.
He cast the lubrication charm, and flipped her over on her back, while he pounded her relentlessly. She was moaning and grunting, and her little pussy was releasing nectar in a steady stream. He pulled out of her arse and cleaned himself with a burst of power before coming into her pussy again. It was almost as tight, and the wet suction brought him to the edge, where he pulled out, and stepped over her legs in a move that would have been ridiculous under any other circumstances, and pushed his cock into her mouth. This time, his size was more manageable, and she took him down her throat by grabbing his butt and pull. Her beautiful eyes were locked on his when she let him slide out of her mouth. She stroked him with both hands and said hoarsely.
“Cum, Master. I need your cum. Please, Master.”
And he did. At the first twitch, she buried him in her throat again, moaning in pleasure as he filled it with his semen. He pulled out, and she lapped it up with all her might. He wasn't as charged as he would have been, using his full size, but it was more than she could take anyway. She rubbed his semen all over her breasts and face, as he made a minor morph, making himself hard again.

He switched position again, kneeling on the floor between her knees. Fully aware of the amount of semen on and in his cock, he built his wave, and slowly, very slowly pushed himself into her rectum. He released the wave equally slow, allowing it to build to a truly thundering climax. It took a quick cushioning charm to keep the convulsing girl from crushing her own head against the floor Every muscle in her body cramped, and her sphincter pushed him out fast enough to hurt. He cradled the sobbing, crying and moaning girl to him as her orgasm ebbed out. Once she had calmed herself, she stood up and dressed in silence. So did Harry, but before the girl left, with her mission accomplished, she knelt before him and kissed his still naked feet.

“Thank you, Master. Remember that I'm yours, though. My pleasure is far second to yours, and I look forward to the day you pull me into a cupboard and just fuck my arse and leave. I am your plaything, and not your equal. Please remember that, Master.”

With that, she was gone.

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Harry shook his head. This was not as he had planned it, but then again, he had his doubts about the original plan. She would be good to him, he reckoned. She held an enormous pride in her submission, and would force him to be her master, and that was one way to learn to command. He wasn't very good at it, he knew. He was fortunate enough to be surrounded by people who could invent his orders if he didn't give any, but that wouldn't be enough in the future.

~Master, Freja wishes to speak with you. Shall I allow it?

Harry was more than a little surprised of this, and a bit shaky from having his train of thought derailed, but he allowed it.

~Harald, one who wears my necklace is under attack. The one who just left you, I believe. I just made a Fafnirhamn. May I control you for a second so you can use it? You'll be able to track her then.

~Of course, My Goddess. No one hurts one of mine.

The sensation was odd, but not completely unlike his transformation to Hank. Suddenly, he was a forty feet long Serpent Dragon, and he could sense Tracey, and she was being pounded by a fist. He slithered out of the room, and sped down the halls, tracking her scent. He realised that he must be near the Slytherin Dungeon when the scent disappeared through the wall in the middle of a stair.

¤Open up¤, he commanded in Parseltongue, and a section of the wall swung open. Inside was a scene that made his blood boil.

Snape was hitting his servant, and Neville's too.

“You shame my House, You dishonour Slytherin!”

Snape was hitting the girls again and again. There was blood on their faces, and Pansy had a cut across her forehead.

“Whores to Potter and the squib wonder of Gryffindor!”
He tried to kick Tracey in the ribs, but got tangled in his robes and almost fell.

“This is not the Honour and Purity of Slytherin House!”

He never noticed the other students sudden silence. He just lifted his hand to strike again, when he felt an incredible pain in his arm. As he completed his swing, he saw that his hand was gone. As he turned around, he was face to face with an enormous, bright green serpent, who still had his hand in it's mouth. The monster spat out his hand and spoke in English.

“Sseveruss Ssnape, you are unworthy of thiss housse. The way of the Sserpent iss not the way of hate or revenge. There iss a falsse Sserpent Lord who lies about theese thingss. I casst him out. Tom Marvolo Riddle, Your Voldemort, iss not a Slytherin. Learn, Sseverus. Learn, or be found wanting.”

The snake turned to the sobbing, beaten girls and breathed a shimmering blue cloud over them, and their cuts and scrapes healed instantly, and only the dried blood on their faces showed that they were ever there.

“Sslytherin Daviss, Sslytherin Parkinsson, you chose wisely. Be well.”

The serpent turned and left, leaving a bewildered House behind him.

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~Goddess, with all due respect and all, but what the hell was that? I'm not too fond of riding the back seat in my own body.

~I'm sorry, Harald, but legends has to start somewhere. Did I do something you wouldn't have?
Your Father said you wanted to shape up that House, and this was the fastest way. Do you mind it much?

~No, not really. It'll be fun to hear about his later, though. Tracey will believe I had something to do with it, though.

~Then tell her. I am proud of how you handled her. Now, I must go. Your Father is here, too. He sends his best.

~Please take care of him, Divinity. Be well.


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Dumbledore had been enough, Tracey had been more fun, but still hard work, and then, he had bitten the hand off of Snape.
He had bitten Snape's hand off.
Right off.

He just couldn't wrap his mind around that. It was freaking hilarious. With a bit of help from the Goddess, he had become a miniature version of his Father, and scared the shit out of the whole Slytherin House. His father would be proud of him, but he still had to face Gryffindor tower.

He was currently meandering upwards in the castle in his imperfect camouflage form, as a transparent water-like body. He wasn't invisible, but fairly hard to see, and he didn't have a scent either. Someone or something was watching him, though. It meant him no harm, and was positively inclined, but he couldn't get a fix on whoever it was.


“Good evening, Mister Potter,” the Fat Lady said as he got to the tower.

“Good evening, Kind lady. I believe I should wait here, as I don't know the password. Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“Not at all, if I can ask one in return. What did you wish to know?”

“Your name, Dear Lady. It has struck me how impolite my normal address is.”

“As I really would like you to answer my question, I will answer yours, but I beseech you to keep my secret. I don't mind the epithet Fat at all, as my Christian name is, or technically was, Macaronia Dither. My father fell in love with certain elements of the Italian cuisine, and I suffered the consequences. Now, first I should assure you that, while the portraits of Hogwart's are a resource to the Headmaster, we are first and foremost bound to the castle. The sentience of this building recognises you as a Sorcerer, but somewhat different. My question is therefore on behalf of Hogwart's. What are your intentions? Protect, defend, restore or destroy?”

He hadn't really expected this. All students had a feeling that the castle was somehow aware of things, and the idea that it was sentient wasn't that big of a surprise. The honesty and straightforwardness however, shocked him. He thought deeply. He was unassisted at the moment, as Stina was busy having sex with Jorunn, using his shape, so he had to make do with his own brain.

“My Lady, I have a strong difference of opinion with the Headmaster and the current Head of Slytherin House. It is my firm belief that Hogwart's would benefit from some changes on these posts. I will of course defend Hogwart's, and if I knew how, which I don't, I would gladly add my power to the wards. My intentions for the magical world will lead to a greater population, which I believe will bring this castle back to the glory of the days when all these unused classrooms were in full use.”

“Thank you, Lord Sorcerer. May I also ask why you are different from the Sorcerers of Old?”

“The original lines of the Sorcerers are gone, but they have been artificially reinstated through me. I have been told that my children will be Sorcerers as well.”

“Do you have children? A bit young, aren't you?”

“I have one on the way, and most likely more coming. I have made a deal with a Goddess, which essentially means that I will have loads of kids. May I ask if there's a smithy on the premises somewhere? I believe I will need to relax every now and then, and the forging soothes me.”

“There is an old smithy far below us, but it has fallen in disrepair. The castle will begin restoration and the Room of Requirement is always available. Now, people are awaiting you. You don't need a password. All doors will open for you. Good night, Lord Potter.”

“Thank you, My Lady, and good night.”


The portrait swung open, and Harry climbed through.

There was a lot of people waiting for him, and the only one missing from the circle was Neville, who was sitting by a table with a stack of papers. Even the First-years were waiting.

“Erm. Hello?”

Hermione took the lead, but before she could begin, Neville interrupted her.

“I told them you wouldn't talk unless they swore it to a Gryffindor Secret, and they did. I've already told them that you are the real Lord Kilchurn, and that you've been in touch with a Goddess. No details, though. Why don't you change back? You look ridiculous.”

Harry had to laugh. Trust Neville to get him past the greatest awkwardnesses. He took a deep breath and returned to his normal bulkier shape.

“So,” he grinned. “Questions?”


The barrage lasted for almost two hours, and Harry was convinced that he had heard all questions at least twice. The Gryffindor House now knew that he had been training abroad, but most believed he had been in France. They knew that he had had a boost in power, but not the full extent of the boost, and that he had learned an almost extinct form of magic, usable to people above a certain level, which enabled him to alter his shape without glamours. They knew that he followed a polygamous tradition, and that he was married to one, and betrothed to three more. Pregnancies were not mentioned.

Frankly, a lot of things were bluntly avoided by him, or neatly sidestepped by Neville.

He knew he had to do something nice for Neville.

The firsties wanted to know about the Hammer.

The second-years wanted to hear how he planned to get rid of Umbridge and the Minister.

The third-year boys wanted to know if he would play Quidditch again, and the girls wanted to know how young girlfriends he could imagine having. Well, all the girls listened intently to his response to that one, which was simply to state that one of his Consorts was fourteen, but a part-human, who matured faster.
He told them that ages weren't really important, as maturity was individual, and that other races matured at a different pace, making age-limits a homocentric stupidity.

His explanation of the word “Homocentric” highlighted his anti-bigotry agenda, and as he explained, most of the younger kids began to cry, as they realised that they had opinions that Harry Potter actively stood against, and they all, silently, vowed to change. One or two, though, got a thoughtful look on their faces for other reasons entirely.

After the first salvoes, the younger kids were sent to bed, and the harder questioning began. Seamus started it.

“Harry, were you at the Longbottom Battle? Did you kill anyone?”

“I was there, and I killed. I killed people when I escaped, too, I think. Why?”

“It's just ..well,” The Irish boy floundered.

“People who try to kill me will die. My stated enemies dies at my convenience. People who attacks my friends and loved ones will hopefully die quickly. For them, that is. I have a bit of a temper.”

Neville laughed at that.

“You sure do, My Lord.”

Soon came the question whether he had killed Bellatrix LeStrange. Before Harry could speak though, Neville had stood up.

“I did,” he said, “and in a suitable way. That woman abused me as a baby, giving me nightmares for as long as I have lived. I have the memories of my one-and-a-half year old arms used as a dildo by the perverted bitch. I can speak of it now, because I killed her. Did I become a monster? Yes, I did. For a while, I was a monster, but now I'm free, of her and of the monster.”

Lavender spoke up with a vicious gleam in her eyes.
“I'm sure I will regret asking this, but she killed my uncle, and desecrated the body in a similar way, I suppose, so Neville, what did you do to her?”

He was quiet for a few seconds before he answered.

“If you want to know, I can tell you in private. It will scare you.”

“I thought so. Later, then?”

“Yeah.”

“Harry” Parvati continued the interrogation. “Who is Caradoc Pritchard?” The Common room grew quiet again.

“Caradoc came when I needed him. He knows Gods and Goddesses. He's a parselmouth like me, and his powers are immense. He helps me do things I need to do, and see things in a different light. Through Caradoc, I have learnt so much. Thanks to him, I could escape the attack in Diagon Alley. Who is he? You tell me. I miss Elaine more, though.”

He turned and walked towards the stairs to his dorm, when Hermione asked a final question. It was so perfect that he just had to answer it truthfully.

“Harry? Your girlfriend Elaine? How old would you say she is?”

“You know about Hank? He's a Leharv, and possibly the last of his kind. They have been rare for hundreds of years, but Elaine has seen them in scores. From that, and other things, I'd guess a bit more than four hundred. Why?”

“Just asking. Good night.”

He climbed the stairs. Looking around the dorm, he saw the neat arrangements of Neville's things, the artistic clutter of Dean and the absolute mess of Seamus. Ron's bed had been removed but his stood in it's usual place. He ran a check over the dorm, and found five scrying spells in the canopy of his own bed, but nothing on the others. He identified them as the magical equivalent of surveillance cameras, visual only, and cast a small illusion in front of them, blocking all view. One would show a quidditch match from his point of view, another got Voldemort's return and the third and fourth got conversations he's had with Dumbledore over the years. The last one ran an image of an aquarium. Whoever put the spells there would be very annoyed wit him, he guessed. He wasn't really tired, but keeping all these small deceptions straight was taxing. Truth was easier, but not even his Goddess thought that it was a good idea. Apparently there was a serious discussion going on downstairs, as no one had come up yet, so he got out to the loo and got ready for the night.

As he got back, the curtains of his bed was drawn. He smiled an odd little smile before engaging his Sight. This would prove a tiresome year. He recognised a silencing charm on the curtains, and a female behind them, probably Ginny, who he had more or less expected. As he couldn't really see faces with the sight like this, he could only tell that she was moderately powerful, physically mature, and very very horny. It wasn't until then that he noticed the disillusionment charm. She was hiding at the foot-end of his bed, standing up to make the smallest possible imprint on the sheets, and had made herself invisible to boot.

He parted the curtains, muttering about how they never stay up and climbed in. Then he pulled his trousers off, freeing his half erect member. He threw himself back on the bed and allowed more blood to fill him, bringing him up to full mast. Then he looked through the disillusionment with half-closed eyes. He did notice the thin little nightie, but it was really too thin for his enhanced vision, so he looked through it instead. She was indeed one sexy little thing. He couldn't resist pranking her a little, so he grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it a few times. He made it a little larger with each stroke, until he couldn't even reach the top. By then, he had no feeling at all left in the morphed appendage, but Ginny's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. As he quickly morphed himself to a slightly smaller shape than normal, he looked her straight in her eyes.

“Peekaboo!”

“Harry, you beast. You knew all along!”

“I did. Now, I believe I owe you something. I just can't remember what. Care to remind me?”

She didn't say anything, but walked up the bed until she was standing above him. Then she sat down, pausing only briefly to put his crown right, before sinking down slowly about an inch.

“You owe me something big, right here, but not tonight. I'm still a virgin, and all I want tonight is another taste of you, so just lie back and enjoy.”

It had been a long and hard day, but it was good to be him, he thought before he was lost in sensations.


The following morning had Harry as the first one out of bed. He cleaned himself up out of habit, as he Banished himself clean all the time, shrank himself and left for the great hall. The very name made him miss his breakfasts by the fire in his own grand hall. As he sat down to have his breakfast, a familiar flutter of blue and silvery wings was heard, and Guinevere settled on his shoulder, pressing herself against him. She had a note tied to her leg, that simply stated
“You left something behind at home. Come down to the lake at your earliest convenience, and I'll bring it over.”
He assumed that Stina had sent the note, but that Gabrielle/Guinevere wanted to stretch her wings a bit. He quickly demolished his breakfast and headed down to the lake.

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“Davis, Parkinson, wait up a bit!”

“What now, Bulstrode? Still in shock?”

The tall girl frowned a bit.

“Yeah. It was a bloody great shock, but you weren't scared like the rest of us. Did you know about it before it happened? Do you know where the snake came from?”

Pansy immediately deferred to Tracey, who answered.

“No, but I've flown on the Kilchurn Dragon, and they looked and acted kind of similar. Pansy has been alerted that there's a real Serpent Lord, who opposes a false one. The words of the Way of the Serpent is familiar from there, too. What are you really asking?”

Daphne Greengrass had approached as well, and asked.

“If the Dark Lord is this false lord, can he be the heir of Slytherin then?”

“I think so,” Pansy said.”I think this Lordship doesn't rely on blood heritage, but I'll ask my Master. He might know.”

“My Master certainly will, so I'll ask as well.” Tracey said as she glanced out the window. For some reason, she just knew that Harry was out there.
Millicent Bulstrode shook her head.

“I can't believe you. You used to be proud Purebloods, and now, Pansy, you have enslaved yourself to a near-squib, and you Tracey are sucking up to Potter of all possible losers. What's the plan, what are you really after?”

Tracey felt like her brain had caught fire. Damn, she was angry. She reached between the larger girl's breasts and grabbed her bra through the blouse, pulling her along to the window.

“Sucking up? I serve. I have chosen to serve a man who's worthy, who will defend me and mine, and who will win. Look down there.”

They all looked. For some reason, a lot of people were looking down at the figure walking towards the lake with a falcon on his shoulder.

There were still some traces of fog on the lake, but as Harry got closer, the fog got thicker, and billowed up on the shore. Something started to glow in the heavy mist, and right in front of Harry, the cloud parted, revealing a woman, dressed in white and with a sword resting over the palms of her hands.
Harry bowed his head, and stepped out on the surface of the lake, and walked towards the woman.
As he reached her, she knelt before him, and girdled his loins with the scabbard belt.

As she stood again, he drew the sword, and the mists over the lake shone with an unearthly blue glow, that dimmed as he re-sheathed it. He embraced the woman in white, and they shared a long, passionate kiss before he turned around, and walked back to the shore. As he reached it, the fog sank away, and there was no trace of the woman.

Tracey turned to Bulstrode and Greengrass.

“That's who I follow. Now do you understand?”

They could only nod.






Author's notes.

So, a Slytherin House in disarray, an even more punished Snape, girls who believe Harry is a menu item, and a Goddess who might just have an agenda of her own.
I did consider having Hogwarts manifest as a pretty girl in the RoR, but it feels a bit silly. Lady Macaronia felt a lot better. The name was on the “rejected baby names” list the other week, and I congratulate the baby who didn't get settled with it. I also know that he really should have teased Tracey a lot more, but i figured that he was more in the mood for a mind-clearing shag than a venture into manipulation. He had just come from Dumbledore's office, after all.
I decided that I wanted to rip Umbridge a new one, so I kept her on staff, just like Fudge is still Minister. Suggestions on what to do to her will be welcomed.
I did tip my hat to three of my favourite authors in this chapter. Did you see them?

Please read, enjoy and review.

Vanir