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Chapter 2
The last of the Witches' Secret Trilogy. Life was good until and old world reality intervened.
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Harry Potter and the Corvinus Strain
Chapter 2
Castle Gorog
Master Bedroom
Thursday
3 July 2003
04:48
Amelia Bones Potter recovered and watched as the golden sun streamed in the windows and Afa Herman Potter, seventeen, former Potter ward and Myrridin House member, finished her morning activities in a beam of light. It was like a Delacroix painting. Susan smiled and leaned over and gave Amelia a gentle kiss that Amelia smiled into. “Good morning, Susan.”
“For you especially. Saving up, were we?”
Amelia blushed. She had been very active this morning, and loud too. “No, just in a mood, I guess.”
“Hmmm. Well, try to remember that mood, Auntie. That was very nice to watch.”
“Susan!”
“Pssshht.”
Amelia tackled her in the huge bed.
Afa turned her head from where she lay with Harry still resting in her and smiled at the gently wrestling aunt and her niece.
Harry lifted his head and watched smiling with her, at least until Christy Day Potter, sixteen, former ward and Myrridin, pushed her off Harry and took her place “Hey!”
“What, Afa? Not finished?”
Nym looked at Sarah. “What is it about this Castle? All we ever do here is have sex all day and night.”
Sarah laughed. “You know it’s not the Castle, it’s Harry and Amelia releasing their compulsion. It will settle down in a day or so like it always does.”
“Well, at least there are no new female vampires any more.”
“Ha! Turning to Harry, Nym? You know you liked shagging them.”
“Oh, it’s not that; and yes, I do like taking them after Harry’s done with them, but it’s the ‘have to’ thing that bothers me.”
“Well, let’s not test that again. We almost killed Her Royal Highness Marie Christine Anne Astrid Zita Charlotte, Archduchess of Austria, when we tried not taking her.”
“I warned you, Sarah!”
Nym laughed as the cute, blond, six-foot, energetic twenty-year-old Archduchess tackled Sarah and wrestled her onto her back and then pressed her Harry firmly home. “She did warn you. Why is it you feel you just have to poke fun at people with more than three names?”
“Sarah?”
“Little busy, Nym.”
Nym huffed in frustration. It had to be this Castle. But that wouldn’t stop them from coming. Coming...hehehe. It was a great, spooky old place, and nice and cool. Best of all, it was away from the magical media and the public. Hell, they could all go naked for the week if they wanted. Good place for a break and family time.
“Thank you, Mistress. My home is yours as always.”
Nym turned her head and found herself looking at a fully vampire Amelia Fastida. She smirked and lunged into her, taking her to the mattress and pinning her next to the mewling Sarah. Amelia joined her as Nym filled her completely and worked a counterpoint cadence with the grinning Marie.
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Castle Gorog
Great Hall
Thursday
3 July 2003
07:00
“Agnes, you go.”
“Oh, hell no, Bettina. You do it. I’m tired of getting my eyeballs singed.”
Henri Van De Hoot rolled his eyes at his sisters-in-law. “Why are you worrying about it? We’re on holiday. They’ll be here when they’re ready. You girls are always so curious as to who’s doing what. It’s none of your business really.”
Reginald Crumfield looked at Henri. “Thank you, Henri. Not that it will stop them, but thanks.”
“Reggie!”
“Yes, dear?”
Agnes looked at her bonded fiercely. Reggie was completely nonplused. “It’s true, you’ll all argue about it for a while and then one of you will go peek. Then whoever it is will come rushing back down here and you’ll all run off to a corner and whisper about it for a while. Then, once your curiosity is satisfied and you’ve managed to keep track of who had sex with His Highness today—and only then—will you be content to go about your business. As for myself, if I’m ever that curious I just go and look at the list.”
“But those only give the breeding candidates, Reg.”
“I know, Lyle, but I assume since they’re fully bonded they’re doing...erm...something fairly often.”
“Deb, why don’t you just ask Carrie about it if you’re all so curious?”
Deborah Valentine Van Der Hoot née Potter looked at Henri. “Oh no, don’t play that. You know she won’t talk. Before she bonded Da she was all ‘Miss mate-tracker’ and now she’s like the Sphinx about it all.”
They all chuckled. Carrie Losh Potter’s finding and binding had taken everyone except the Alpha females completely by surprise. She had looked to be headed toward a multiple binding with Seamus Finnegan and an older Irish witch, but she had been talking to Harry in the Master’s Study one day and boom, she found herself in Da’s lap and moments later in the bond. Agnes had been furious.
Agnes, the spokesperson for the bonded Potter siblings, was a Potions Mistress working on her Alchemical mastery while teaching industrial potion process control at the Royal University.
Most—well, all really—of the siblings and their bonded worked in Potter Industries’ vast empire somewhere and also taught. This had become the new norm. Very few witches or wizards stayed home if their children were in school or if they did not yet have children. Ninety percent of them worked in a Potter Industries concern somewhere, and if you worked for His Highness, part of your contract was teaching. Even Greg Goyle and Vincent Crabbe worked as guards at the Godric’s Hollow Campus and taught PT. The kids loved them, and a more vicious pair of guard dogs could not be found on the planet, especially in the case of a Potter heir.
Agnes’s day normally started at five a.m. with a little Reggie time and then PT of course. Couldn’t miss the show—she and her sisters watched the witches watching Da. Breakfast in Potter Castle with the family (one of the huge halls had been converted to a dining room) and then off to the Uni using the transport Arms. Classes until noon, lunch in the Masters candidates’ commons with Reggie and their group, and then separately lecturing at various campuses all afternoon, Reggie in Herbology and Agnes in Potions. At the weekend twice a month they had drill with their company of the Regiment, Number 2 Squadron Bravo Company, the Household Air Calvary, thank you very much, and then two weeks of exercises in the field with their company in August.
All in all a very satisfying life, now to be thrown on its head by this little person who was dancing on her bladder all day. Agnes smiled that gentle pregnant-woman smile. Da was over the moon; you’d think that with thousands of children of his own he would calm down about babies and pregnant women, but oh no. Beachballs everywhere trembled in fear. Oh, that reminds me. “Reggie, come to the room; you need to help me with the tanning potion.”
“Yeah, sure, right. Well, any excuse is better than none,” Ewa Wolkowycka Potter, unbonded Potter daughter, fourteen, Myridan fourth form, tossed out.
“Hush, Ewa. Shouldn’t you be off snogging Da?”
“Oy! No need to advertise a girl’s business there, Agnes.”
“Oh, big secret that is. You’re incapacitated every time you get within ten feet of Da. Why don’t you just get it over with and quit trying to build power? Besides, you’re turning into a complete ditz.” Brenda O'Dell Potter, unbonded Potter daughter, sixteen, Slytherin sixth form, eyed her sister critically as her sisters and their bonded looked at her, wide-eyed. That was the very definition of the pot calling the kettle black. When Brenda wasn’t being a complete almost-prescient razor-like wit she was nearly incapacitated with the, erm, airiness induced by resisting her own bonding with Da.
“What?” Brenda looked around at her siblings.
The room broke up laughing.
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Castle Gorog
Lake
Thursday
3 July 2003
10:18
Imelda Talley Conrad, accredited permanent Court Correspondent, lay back on the grass and put her head back down on Joeseph Conrad’s stomach where she could watch for suitably tasteful photo opportunities to present themselves. Joeseph smiled. “So no pictures of Julie getting double Xiomara’ed, then.”
Imelda eye snapped over to where Julie Hooch-Potter was in fact getting double-team-snogged in the shallows of the lake by what appeared to be two Xiomara Hooch-Potters but had to be Xiomara and one of the Alphas or Primaries. It was so hard to tell any more. “Don’t be ridiculous, Joe, Rita would never approve them.”
Joe nodded. “Hey, whatever happened to that Wiltshire boy that Harry turned into an Angora?”
Imelda smirked. “Harry turned him back after he got enough mohair for that winter robe of Elena’s. The Alphas gave him a new identity and put him in Durmstrang; only way to keep the Potter boys from challenging him every day, idiot boy.”
Joe nodded. Offering mail order sales of pictures of a changing Potter daughter was way up on the list of methods for how to die a horrible death. “So that stopped them?”
“What? Oh, the boys. Yes, pretty much. There have been a few that simply vanished, but other things may have caused that.”
Imelda didn’t know how right she was. The Warg Bitches watched the Royal Academy student population like hawks and their males were never far away. The bonded had had to intervene thirty-four times in the last five years, giving the boys runestone-powered glamors and new identities and moving them to new schools. Once Harry had been forced to enslave three of them. The Potter bond, the boys, and three slave girls’ parents and the Potter children, but no one else knew what had happened to these children, and so the legend of what happened to perverts in the Royal Academy was born and grew to truly horrific proportions. Legends involving some completely unrelated dark red, almost black metallic acid stains in the stairwells, originally from a now outlawed WWW wheeze that only Harry had been able to cure people of, and Warg Bitches running in packs.
Imelda snapped her picture of the youngest Potter daughters led by Nym’s Lily herding their younger toddler siblings back to the sandpit with their older sisters and younger mothers watching and smiling at Ashton Rippley Potter’s color commentary on the toddler races.
There now, the monthly Witches’ Circle has its cover shot. Only Teen Witch Weekly to go and the week will be finished. Oh, thank you very much, Your Highness; lapful of breeding candidate always draws the readership. Morgana, that girl is dark-skinned, and tall! She’s as tall as Harry—must be one of the Zulu Princesses. Uh-oh, have to tear that one up. Merlin, they need to go get a room. Oh, good show, Sarah. Wonder where she faded them to?
“Imelda!”
“What, Joe?”
“Leave His Highness some privacy. Although you’d make a very cute nanny goat.”
Imelda couldn’t decide whether to be mad or happy. She settled on that pleased-on-the-inside-mad-on-the-outside thing wives managed so well.
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Hungary
Ördögház
Thursday
3 July 2003
22:30
“Selene, good evening. I understand you have no planned operations for this evening.”
Selene resisted the urge to spit on Kraven, who thought he had her trapped in the corner of the great hall she had been leaning in while watching the choosing of partners for the evening go on. “Aside from confirming intelligence on three dens and trying to figure out what the Lycans are up to, no. Why, Kraven?”
“Tsk tsk, Selene. You know we were meant to be together. You should stop resisting me.”
“As soon as you stop turning my stomach, I might.” Selene looked him up and down and then her eyes settled on his crotch. “But then again, there are undoubtedly some mortals with better qualifications than you and your master, Marcus. Perhaps I’ll turn one.”
While Kraven was busy stoking his rage and shaking, Selene ducked under his arm and strode purposefully away. Even in his rage Kraven could only watch her near-perfect ass shift in its tight leather covering.
Kahn, who had watched the whole exchange, shook his head as Selene approached. “And what are we going to do on the thirty-first of October 2005 when that scum and Amelia wake Marcus up?”
Selene smiled a predatory smile. “Well, if you feel like being raped for twenty or thirty years you can stay. Me, I’m for a hundred years in the American south. Or maybe that little property I have in the Yukon.”
Kahn grimaced. “Somehow none of those appeal to me. Marcus isn’t very pleasing since you nutted him. The American south for a hundred years? Bah! I’d gain a hundred pounds from all that cholesterol. You know those people will deep-fry anything. And the Yukon? No thank you. Caribou loses something in the draining, and the Inuit taste fishy.”
“My my, aren’t we the picky eater all of a sudden.”
“We all grow, Selene. Russia for me, I think. I hear there’s a hugely powerful vampire sire rising there. I believe I’ll test my limits.”
“Soon, too. We’ll check out these dens tonight and then stop over at Amelia’s for the night. Tomorrow night we’ll go talk to the giant Guroku. The whole lot of us, and pack for a week. Bring the truck. I’ll take my Aston.”
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Castle Gorog
Great Hall
Thursday
3 July 2003
02:40
Amelia Fastida sighed in frustration. “Just bite her already, Harry. See? You made her cry.”
Harry paced in front of the couch while the mates watched. “I can just heal her, Amelia. I don’t have to bite her.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “She’s found, Harry. You’re going to have sex with her and bond her anyway. None of the other experimental subjects got the virus from you or any of us in our vampires unless we were already vampires. This is just the last step in the experiment. We’ll cure the virus eventually, and if you do give it to her we can cure her of it then. The cancer she has would leave her sterile if cured the Mundane way and we’re unsure of the magical cure. If you biting her doesn’t cure her or turn her, then we’ll have you and Lilith cure her. But the animal test subjects were cured when you bit them and they can turn to day walkers.”
Harry smiled, remembering the series of animals they had turned to vampires who now stayed with the creatures they had conjured down in the menagerie.
Harry sat on the sofa and pulled Elena Romanovskaya to him. She had fought her finding these five years and was doing well, winning events and happy at her work and joy, ice dancing. But then the diagnosis had come after she had had some spotting at practice: cervical cancer. Cancer at twenty. She had been crushed. Then Pitior had appeared and taken her to the Imperial Palace, and there he was—Harry Potter. Elena’s little world of work and school that she had used to shut out the urges collapsed and Harry became her new center. That had been a month ago and now—well, now she was ready.
Harry sighed and changed to his full vampire. The mates were instantly glad the kids were well asleep. This was going to be fun. Harry turned the complusion on Elena just alittle and she offered her throat. Harry, keeping a tight leash on the vampire, gently quested for her jugular.
Apparently too gently for Elena as she sat up, forcing her neck into Harry’s fangs and grabbing him around the back of the head; she pulled them together and chomped down on Harry, actually drawing blood.
Yes, a good thing the kids were in bed. The great hall, full of cushions and silk rugs, was suddenly full of writhing piles of naked mates.
Selene, completely unaware, pulled into the gravel drive and shut down the Aston Martin DB 7. She leaned back in her seat and relaxed. Safely inside Castle Gorog’s courtyard at last; well, the night was not a complete write-off. Those dens had been empty and they had mined them heavily.
So tomorrow night they would drive through to Kiev. Right now the crew was in Nagotbatony in one of Amelia’s safe-houses. So go talk to Amelia, find out what the hell was going on with her and her coven, and then wait out the day.
Selene reached for her door handle and started in surprise when the door was opened from the outside. She looked out warily and was surprised to find a little green creature holding out its hand to her. So this was a house-elf, then. The creature bowed. “Charles, my lady. Chief Butler, Castle Gorog.”
Selene nodded and let herself be handed from the car. “Charles, is Amelia here?”
“Yes, my lady. I will take you to her study where you may await her.” Charles had strict instructions in case Selene or Michael showed up, different instructions for each. Selene nodded and Charles led her toward the house.
Every step brought more of the nearly overpowering compulsion coming from the Castle proper. Lilith, Amelia must be dominating them all tonight.
Selene made it to the study but could not sit. The compulsion was too much; she had to at least see what was going on. Selene eased her way out the door to the study, and calling on her memories of pleasant days spent in this castle in her baby vampire years, edged toward the great hall from which it seemed the compulsion was emanating.
Selene had to smile. After Viktor turned her she had wandered, satiating her hunger where she could and hunting Lycans, until one night she had encountered a vision in steel. Amelia had ridden out of the forest near the village Selene was watching and straight up to Selene’s hiding place in the haystack. She had then merely looked at Selene until she stepped out of the hollow center under the rick and mounted the horse behind Amelia.
The next 142 years had flown by, mostly literally under Amelia. Selene had learned many things and was still available for Amelia’s pleasure any time.
Then had come the bad years with Marcus arguing and raging constantly, Viktor, her sire, living in his armor, and she and Amelia along with him. The war with the Lycans reached its peak, then the war had all but ground to a halt in the blink of an eye. Viktor trapped and killed Lucian, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the Lycan clan. The Lycan horde scattered to the wind in a single evening of flame and retribution. Victory, it seemed, was ours. Selene chuckled bitterly.
The covens fell to fighting, Marcus and Viktor constantly scheming to dominate each other and Amelia. They had not reckoned on Amelia’s power. The lycans didn’t disappear but took advantage. Finally Amelia reached an accord with Viktor and Marcus and the Chain was born. In 1305 Marcus and Viktor had been put into the long sleep.
The next hundred years had been a joyous period. Sure, there were Lycans about still, but they had evolved into werewolves and were not nearly the problem they had been. Amelia even managed to have them serve the vampires, some in high positions. Meanwhile she, Selene, and Erika ruled the vampire world as its Queen and her two consorts.
In 1405 the Dark Ages descended. Marcus, awakened by Amelia in accordance with the Chain, used his compulsion on Selene the minute the cover snapped shut on Amelia’s sarcophagus and attempted to dominate her on the cover of Amelia’s crypt. He had paid with his testicles.
Selene fled with seventy percent of the combined coven and Kraven, Marcus’s sycophant, took over the Ördögház as Marcus recovered. The next hundred years were essentially a civil war in the vampire world, while the Lycans increased their numbers and then rebelled under the ill treatment of Marcus.
Selene forced the awakening of her sire Viktor by eliminating most of Marcus’s remaining coven. Kraven the craven fled. Viktor had been furious and Marcus was put in the long sleep, thoroughly chastised.
1505-1605 was an age of war with the Lycans, ending in their enslavement. Amelia was awakened in 1605, leading to another period of enlightenment and an easing of the strictures on the Lycans.
1705 brought Marcus, an attempted gang rape of Selene, and another castration, this time including every male in the Ördögház who supported Marcus. Selene fled to the Americas with most of the Coven. The Lycans rebelled again and the cycle repeated.
In 1805 Viktor had very nearly killed Marcus before Kraven intervened, spending his political capital gained from killing Lucian under Viktor’s direction, and Marcus was put into the long sleep, mutilated and nearly mad from pain. Viktor suppressed and enslaved the Lycans again after recalling Selene. This time, though, the Lycans had increased their population enough that many remained free and the Death Dealers were created, a vampiric militant order with Selene at its head and Kahn as her second. Kraven was not amused.
In 1905 he was even less amused when the recently awoken Amelia gave him to her coven’s males to use as a toy for twenty-five years; they had used him in every possible way, and when he resisted Amelia compelled him to service them all repeatedly until he physically collapsed. Amelia then had him treated and repeated the process over and over. She was nothing if not thorough. Kraven would never approach within ten miles of her again.
Selene had moved back to the Ördögház reluctantly and taken control of it. In the interim and while she and the Death Dealers were dealing with the Lycans, Kraven was released and immediately started gathering sycophants and moving them to the Ördögház to be ready for Marcus’s next awakening in 2005. Selene had kept control for all these years, but there were fewer and fewer Death Dealers as they fought the stalemated war with the Lycans and Kraven’s sycophants refused the Order.
Six years ago Amelia had suddenly and apparently without apparent reason stopped caring. Now Selene would take a chance and get a glimpse of why, perhaps. She pushed the door open slowly, standing back against the solid wall. She peered through the crack of the door and frame at the hinge side.
Lilith! The great hall was packed with vampires, all naked, all on the rugs and cushions, and all engaged in sex acts. Wait a minute—most of them were female. Amrydian, look at that male there; he was magificent and he was driving that Veela insane.
Selene’s brain froze for an instant—Veela? Yes, it was a Veela, and there was another and another. Oh Lilith, that was what was wrong with Amelia—the Veela had her.
Harry groaned as the blade slid into his back and then realized if it kept going it would hit Iseline in her womb. He arched his back into the blade and grinned when the hilt contacted his back with the point still short of Iseline’s skin.
Selene drew her pistols after the attempt at stabbing the veela through the sire and found herself locked in the grip of two very very dominant female vampires, disarmed, and bitten in the interior and exterior juglar. She had not seen or sensed them moving. Suddenly the dominant male had her and pulled her to him, sheathing her own blade in her belly and his blade in her center where Amelia had ripped her tight leather pants away, taking her panties with them. It was painful for an instant and then she was sopping wet and stuffed completely full.
The two dominant females withdrew from her neck and the male took her to the floor. Amelia pulled Selene’s blade from them as he lowered them down and some Oriental woman came and placed her hands on him and he was healed. Selene, responding to this male as she had no other, bit him in the interior juglar and her world exploded. While her body locked in orgasm he drove his full huge length into her and bit her back. Selene heard the screaming but didn’t care; she didn’t realize it was coming from her.
When Selene had burst into the room the mates had exploded into activity. Sarah and Nym changed to full-on vampires and, too late for the saber, they grabbed Selene and bit her. Lilith moved to Harry and healed him, and Amelia froze the other bonded with her command of “Stop!”
Harry had taken Selene from Nym and Sarah and taken her with Amelia’s smiling facilitation, and now as he completely owned Selene the debate raged in the bond.
“Amelia, she’s not in complusion or even compatible.”
“Yes, Mistress, but she is a vampire.”
“Amelia, that doesn’t make sense! What are we to do with her when Harry bonds her? We need her with Michael and she needs to be with him.”
“He doesn’t have to bond her. When he gets close we’ll take her from him and he can come in one of us. Then we’ll give her back and he can take her some more. She needs this too. She needs to be shown there’s more to sex with a male than rape. I can think of no better teacher than the Master.”
“So he takes her like an intent-bonded, Amelia?”
“Yes, Sarah, but in her vampire and until she is physically unable to continue and she has learned all there is to know about a loving mate.”
“This may take a while then, Nym.”
“And when he falls in love with her?”
“Let’s Turn the Castle and take it one step at a time, Nym.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Na Wen.”
“Nym, Harry can have sex without being in love, he just doesn’t want to. Look at him now—he doesn’t love her but he’s driving her out of her mind.”
“That’s his vampire, Na Wen.”
“Hey, if we Turn the room we need a vampire matestone for Selene.”
“Oooh, that’s good, Hermione. Having him take you as the sun comes up on you is something no unbonded vampire should miss. And it will further the illusion we can create that this is all a dream. After all, she won’t burn in the sun with a stone.”
The bonded turned and looked at Megan Jones Potter after that comment. She shrugged. She so enjoyed the feeling of the fully vampire mates as they rode Harry through their fear of the dawn; it was exhilarating.
The bonded reviewed the evolving plan in her mind. Amelia sends a note to Kahn telling him to continue the scouting mission they were seeing in Selene’s head without her as she was otherwise engaged. They go get Time-Turners and a vampire matestone and Turn the Castle. Harry takes all the time he needs to work on Selene and then they do some judicious memory modification and she’ll think she’s been ill and it was all a dream.
“Okay, that might work. Let’s do it.”
“Hey, don’t I get a say, Nym?”
“No, it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full, Harry.”
“Nym!”
“Oh hush, and Parseltongue Selene. Let’s see if she’ll pass out.”
“Make up your mind, Nym—hush or Parseltongue?”
“Harry! Parseltongue.”
Selene mewled in need as the male withdrew from her and blushed furiously. That had never happened before. She had submitted when required but never enjoyed or prolonged the experience with a male, and this one had her begging. Oh Lilith, what was he doing? Oh, that was good; he was as orally skilled as Ameliaaaa. Oh god, what was thaaaaaattttt? Every muscle in Selene’s body contracted in response to the Parseltongue recitation of the Lord’s Prayer into her sex.
The mates howled in laughter.
“Your Confessor is going to give you a major act of contrition for that, Harry.”
“It was all I could think of, Daphne. I think that might ameliorate it a little. Hey, while Selene’s passed out let’s see what it does to you.”
“AAAiiieeee, Morgana!”
Harry raised his head from the now barely conscious Daphne and Beatrice stepped into him. “My turn!”
Sarah shook her head and smiled as her daughters added themselves to the semi-conscious pile with Harry’s help. “You know, I wish someone else could Parseltongue. That is so much fun.”
Na Wen arched a brow and pushed her co-Alpha down. Soon Nym was alone, sending mates on errands as Na Wen and Harry took on all comers. She looked over again as the last mate faded away. “Suzanne Grofton Potter! I can’t believe you’re participating in this sacrilege!”
Suzanne gave her Alpha a look through half lidded eyes. “What saaaaccrilege, Nym? Oh God! He said make a joyous noise and I’ve never heard a more joyuos noiiiise!”
Nym laughed and watched the pile grow.
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Castle Gorog
Dinning Room
Friday
4 July 2003
08:30
Agnes sat back and digested what Dad had said. Okay, so they were Turning while dealing with Selene. No problem on the surface but that little blush of his and his obviously pleasant stupor said more than anything did. Apparently “dealing” with Selene meant bonding her, or at least shagging her stupid continuously. Well, that was fine. The kids were running amok as always and the older children and their bonded were, erm, benefiting from Da and the mums’ activities, so all was well. It wouldn’t ruin the holidays. If he bound her that was just another mate. Well, not just—they were all lovely in their own ways and great to have around. But the panting waiting for the first grandbaby was a little much, especially from Beatrice.
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Nagatbatony Castle
Great Hall
Friday
4 July 2003
21:30
Kahn read the letter from Amelia again. No question, he must follow these orders; but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do the scout of this Chita place and come straight back to Castle Gorog. “Mount up.”
The Death Dealers nodded and moved to the truck.
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Castle Gorog
Great Hall
Friday
4 July 2003
04:30
Selene sucked the Master hard again and then crawled up his body. If this was a dream, it was a good one and she wasn’t going to waste any more of it fighting. He was here, gorgeous, massively skilled, and very caring. She didn’t care if he was an incubus. She had never felt like this with a male; with her Amelia and Erika, yes, but not with a male. And this sun coming up while she was impaled on him thing was spectacular. Almost as good as whatever that was he and the little Oriental mistress did with their mouths. “Oh yess, right there, Master! Now bigger, bigger, please Lilith, bigger and hard...aiiiiie!”
Lilith pushed Selene off and sat on Harry, taking his release and grinning. “We should keep her. She makes you come so hard, Harry.”
“If Michael ever hurts her we’ll take her from him.”
“Uh, Harry, you aren’t falling....”
“No, Nym, not exactly. But she’s very nice, dedicated, a hard worker, and she has—errrh—I don’t know what to call it…something that’s very easy to appreciate.”
Nym shook her head. “Will you ever just have sex, Harry?”
Harry rolled over onto her, displacing Lilith. “No.”
Lilith smiled and joined the pair. Selene lay in Erika’s arms recovering.
Sarah chuckled and shook her head from her position in a pile of cushions and mates with Na Wen, Lilith, and the Primary wives.
Na Wen started to slide down and move closer but Sarah grabbed her head. “Not yet, baby. You almost made me pull a muscle last time. Go assault someone else.”
Na Wen pouted a moment and then her eye lit on Zemfira, who was napping.
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Godric’s Hollow
Potter’s Field
Friday
4 July 2003
18:00
Fred stomped in and threw himself in the corner bench at their usual table. George entered, laughing, behind him.
Sergeants Major Jones and Lyles watched the Staff Sergeants Weasley with interest from their table with their wives.
“Just belt up, George, it’s not that funny.”
“Oh yes it is, Fred, and Hestia is going to go spare when they get back.”
SGMs Lyles and Jones’s ears perked right up. Maybe these two jokers had run into recruit privates just like themselves. The War Gods were always spinning the wheel and what went around came around. This could be very fun.
“I’ll figure it out and get ’em normal colored by then, George.”
George nodded. “Maybe, but I want to know how Bains turned your whole squad that hideous pattern.”
“Me too. The girl is like Hermione but with Harry’s lack of fear. She’ll try anything and she reads all the time. She said she was just trying out a camouflage charm from the War Mage book before bed and in the morning they all woke up that way. It goes all over them all.”
“And how would you know? Fixing to be Fredwina Weasley?” Angelina asked. Fred and George had drawn all female squads for this training cycle.
“They talked about it all day, Angelina, comparing what colors their bits were by recall even.”
“So what colors are their bits, then?”
“Alicia! Don’t encourage him!”
The SGMs decided it was time for some air. Soon privates were coming in shaking their heads at the two advanced small unit tactics instructors rolling around on the ground outside.
“Well, would you look a’ that.”
“How could we miss, Hagrid? Come on, let’s get inside and see what’s so funny.” SFC Lombard, SFC Woodman, and Argus Filch pushed past Hagrid and took their normal table next to the Weasleys.
Angelic appeared, set down the armload of tankards, kissed her husband and looked around “So what is it tonight?” She got out her pad and started taking orders. Mrs Jones and Mrs Lyles ordered steak for their husbands.
Out in front on a bench the two SGMs wiped their eyes. “So, colored bits then, Lester?”
Lester Lyles looked at his partner, Jimmy Ray Jones. “You know, that may be better than some of the stuff they did to Lombard and their squaddies.”
Jimmy Ray nodded and chuckled. “What goes around—”
Lester smiled and finished. “—comes around.”
Jimmy Ray looked at him. “Time to retire, then?”
Lester nodded. “Maybe. Let’s talk to the girls. I don’t really want to leave here. But I’m sure we could get jobs from His Highness.”
Jimmy Ray grunted. “Yeah, if we can’t work here we can just stay on active duty.”
“You read my mind, brother. Let’s eat.”
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Castle Gorog
Study
Sunday
6 July 2003
18:30
“Harry, you have to go.”
Harry glared at Lilith and shook his head. “Harry! Stop being a big baby. You have to go or Kahn will want to fight. That will blow the whole thing.”
Harry’s parting from Selene moments ago had been traumatic and painful for them all. That Harry could never come near her again except in the case of taking her from Michael was obvious. He was very, very close to bonding her and she was very, very ready to be bound. Lilith stamped her foot, strode to Harry, and faded him by main force to her Heart, buried deep under Potter Castle. She let him hold her while he recovered from the loss. He was bereft and it was painful for them all.
Nym, Amelia, and Erika consoled Selene as she raged and then cried out her loss. They had managed to convince her that it was a dream and the plan was in motion. They would Stun her shortly and put her to bed, to be awakened by Amelia later when Kahn arrived. They had succeeded beyond their wildest dreams in the last nine Turned days. Selene knew now what it was to love a male and be loved in return. That Harry—and they, truth be told—were suffering so badly made it easy to sympathize with her.
Sarah gathered the Clan and packed the Castle, all the while thinking that if this is what a love cost them then they would never survive the loss of a bonded.
Kahn arrived at 22:00 and Amelia met him in the great hall. “Kahn, what a pleasant surprise!”
Kahn was instantly wary. One did not surprise a vampire of Amelia’s age, power, and station. “Amelia, I came to check on Selene.”
“Of course, dear boy. She’s resting. We have no idea what happened to her. Overwork, perhaps. Come, we’ll get her up.”
Amelia led him to a bedroom and there was a ravaged-looking Selene. She did in fact look ill. Kahn was not to know it was from grief at her loss. Amelia woke Selene and she was disoriented. She sat up and Amelia pulled her to her chest. “Selene, dear, it’s fine. You’re here with me, Amelia.”
Selene sobbed and hugged Amelia. Kahn withdrew.
Later Amelia returned to the great hall. “Selene is resting again, Kahn. She’s fed and is some better. She’ll be well again soon. She apparently had some rather disturbing dreams. You’re welcome to stay.”
Kahn could see real concern on Amelia’s face. So there was hope, then. Selene’s plan might work. One more set of links in the Chain and Selene might kill the others as they slept. He bowed. “As you wish, Mistress.”
Amelia resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
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Castle Gorog
Study
Monday
7 July 2003
21:30
“You are better, Selene?”
“Much, Amelia. Amelia, could it have all really been a dream?”
Amelia cringed and prevaricated. “It could have been, Selene. Would it be so bad if it was?”
Selene’s lip trembled for a few seconds and then she nodded. Amelia smiled. “You’re loved, Selene; always know that. Wherever you go and whatever happens, you are loved by more than you know.”
Selene smiled back at Amelia and changed the subject. “And have you considered what we discussed?”
Amelia stopped smiling. This was delicate. “You ask me to break the Chain, Selene.”
“Amelia, the world is changing. We can’t continue as we have gone before. Marcus is mad. And the Mundane have weapons now that bring the sun anywhere; you know this. Viktor will not believe it and he will test them. Either the Mundane mortals will kill us all or this Duke of Magic will enslave us as he has every vampire who’s crossed his path.”
“But such a gentle slavery; and magics that allow them to walk in the light, Selene—the light! can you imagine? To feel the sun again after these fifteen hundred years of the dark.”
Selene chuckled. “A little less for me, Amelia, but yes. It would be nice, yes.”
Amelia knew full well Selene had been turned in the eighth century. She smiled at the “little less”. “So perhaps instead of breaking Viktor’s chain we just leave it altogether and let the Duke handle Marcus and Viktor. I hear he has a penchant for fire. That should suit Viktor very well.”
Amelia watched Selene closely. She was Viktor’s creature and his favorite. Amelia knew from the knowledge transfer at the awakenings that Viktor considered her a daughter. That he had killed her family and turned her from spite Selene had no idea. No, Amelia would not be sharing blood with Marcus at this or any other awakening. Viktor either. Harry would simply kill them both if it came to it. Opposing one’s sire, though, that was always dicey. Selene made a moue and Amelia knew she was not ready yet. “But that’s two years away yet. We’ll keep working on the Lycans and see what happens.”
Selene nodded and rose. “Yes, Mistress.” She favored Amelia with a bright smile, a genuine bright smile.
Amelia rose and took her arm after leaning in for a kiss. “I’ll see you out, Selene.”
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Potter Castle
Sitting Room
Monday
7 July 2003
21:30
Amelia Fastida faded into the sitting room and moved to her favorite place. She knelt on the cushion beside her sister slave Bellatrix and lay her head on Harry’s knee. Harry was better but still sad. She could still feel his concern for her above his sadness, though, and she purred happily when his hand ran over her hair. “So she believed the dream story, Master.”
Harry nodded. “Yes, I know.”
“It’s all right, Harry. If she ever has trouble you can be her Knight.”
“Why thank you, Eugenie.” She got a rub too.
Amelia Fastida considered for a moment. “Harry, perhaps she wasn’t meant to be with Michael permanently. Really, I couldn’t see Selene with any males before this week, though. You did very well, Master.”
The bonded nodded. Their Harry was a masterful lover, which they could all share credit for, but he had made himself into the caring, concerned, self sacrificing man that he was. It was so gratifying to have him completely focused on you and reading your wants and needs and doing his very best to satisfy them. Awe inspiring, really, the level of concentration he could and would bring to satisfying a girl.
Luna spoke up from her chair. “Actually she’s with Michael and there are several children, but nothing is in fact permanent something is always changing. Something is cloudy about Michael as well. Always has been really, but I assumed it would clear up. Maybe it still will. Amelia, Kraven will try to have the Lycans kill you on the train to the Coven meeting this fall. Late September or early October.”
The room looked at her for a moment and then Daphne and Hermione got out their notepads as the white drained from Luna’s eyes.
Chapter 2
Castle Gorog
Master Bedroom
Thursday
3 July 2003
04:48
Amelia Bones Potter recovered and watched as the golden sun streamed in the windows and Afa Herman Potter, seventeen, former Potter ward and Myrridin House member, finished her morning activities in a beam of light. It was like a Delacroix painting. Susan smiled and leaned over and gave Amelia a gentle kiss that Amelia smiled into. “Good morning, Susan.”
“For you especially. Saving up, were we?”
Amelia blushed. She had been very active this morning, and loud too. “No, just in a mood, I guess.”
“Hmmm. Well, try to remember that mood, Auntie. That was very nice to watch.”
“Susan!”
“Pssshht.”
Amelia tackled her in the huge bed.
Afa turned her head from where she lay with Harry still resting in her and smiled at the gently wrestling aunt and her niece.
Harry lifted his head and watched smiling with her, at least until Christy Day Potter, sixteen, former ward and Myrridin, pushed her off Harry and took her place “Hey!”
“What, Afa? Not finished?”
Nym looked at Sarah. “What is it about this Castle? All we ever do here is have sex all day and night.”
Sarah laughed. “You know it’s not the Castle, it’s Harry and Amelia releasing their compulsion. It will settle down in a day or so like it always does.”
“Well, at least there are no new female vampires any more.”
“Ha! Turning to Harry, Nym? You know you liked shagging them.”
“Oh, it’s not that; and yes, I do like taking them after Harry’s done with them, but it’s the ‘have to’ thing that bothers me.”
“Well, let’s not test that again. We almost killed Her Royal Highness Marie Christine Anne Astrid Zita Charlotte, Archduchess of Austria, when we tried not taking her.”
“I warned you, Sarah!”
Nym laughed as the cute, blond, six-foot, energetic twenty-year-old Archduchess tackled Sarah and wrestled her onto her back and then pressed her Harry firmly home. “She did warn you. Why is it you feel you just have to poke fun at people with more than three names?”
“Sarah?”
“Little busy, Nym.”
Nym huffed in frustration. It had to be this Castle. But that wouldn’t stop them from coming. Coming...hehehe. It was a great, spooky old place, and nice and cool. Best of all, it was away from the magical media and the public. Hell, they could all go naked for the week if they wanted. Good place for a break and family time.
“Thank you, Mistress. My home is yours as always.”
Nym turned her head and found herself looking at a fully vampire Amelia Fastida. She smirked and lunged into her, taking her to the mattress and pinning her next to the mewling Sarah. Amelia joined her as Nym filled her completely and worked a counterpoint cadence with the grinning Marie.
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Castle Gorog
Great Hall
Thursday
3 July 2003
07:00
“Agnes, you go.”
“Oh, hell no, Bettina. You do it. I’m tired of getting my eyeballs singed.”
Henri Van De Hoot rolled his eyes at his sisters-in-law. “Why are you worrying about it? We’re on holiday. They’ll be here when they’re ready. You girls are always so curious as to who’s doing what. It’s none of your business really.”
Reginald Crumfield looked at Henri. “Thank you, Henri. Not that it will stop them, but thanks.”
“Reggie!”
“Yes, dear?”
Agnes looked at her bonded fiercely. Reggie was completely nonplused. “It’s true, you’ll all argue about it for a while and then one of you will go peek. Then whoever it is will come rushing back down here and you’ll all run off to a corner and whisper about it for a while. Then, once your curiosity is satisfied and you’ve managed to keep track of who had sex with His Highness today—and only then—will you be content to go about your business. As for myself, if I’m ever that curious I just go and look at the list.”
“But those only give the breeding candidates, Reg.”
“I know, Lyle, but I assume since they’re fully bonded they’re doing...erm...something fairly often.”
“Deb, why don’t you just ask Carrie about it if you’re all so curious?”
Deborah Valentine Van Der Hoot née Potter looked at Henri. “Oh no, don’t play that. You know she won’t talk. Before she bonded Da she was all ‘Miss mate-tracker’ and now she’s like the Sphinx about it all.”
They all chuckled. Carrie Losh Potter’s finding and binding had taken everyone except the Alpha females completely by surprise. She had looked to be headed toward a multiple binding with Seamus Finnegan and an older Irish witch, but she had been talking to Harry in the Master’s Study one day and boom, she found herself in Da’s lap and moments later in the bond. Agnes had been furious.
Agnes, the spokesperson for the bonded Potter siblings, was a Potions Mistress working on her Alchemical mastery while teaching industrial potion process control at the Royal University.
Most—well, all really—of the siblings and their bonded worked in Potter Industries’ vast empire somewhere and also taught. This had become the new norm. Very few witches or wizards stayed home if their children were in school or if they did not yet have children. Ninety percent of them worked in a Potter Industries concern somewhere, and if you worked for His Highness, part of your contract was teaching. Even Greg Goyle and Vincent Crabbe worked as guards at the Godric’s Hollow Campus and taught PT. The kids loved them, and a more vicious pair of guard dogs could not be found on the planet, especially in the case of a Potter heir.
Agnes’s day normally started at five a.m. with a little Reggie time and then PT of course. Couldn’t miss the show—she and her sisters watched the witches watching Da. Breakfast in Potter Castle with the family (one of the huge halls had been converted to a dining room) and then off to the Uni using the transport Arms. Classes until noon, lunch in the Masters candidates’ commons with Reggie and their group, and then separately lecturing at various campuses all afternoon, Reggie in Herbology and Agnes in Potions. At the weekend twice a month they had drill with their company of the Regiment, Number 2 Squadron Bravo Company, the Household Air Calvary, thank you very much, and then two weeks of exercises in the field with their company in August.
All in all a very satisfying life, now to be thrown on its head by this little person who was dancing on her bladder all day. Agnes smiled that gentle pregnant-woman smile. Da was over the moon; you’d think that with thousands of children of his own he would calm down about babies and pregnant women, but oh no. Beachballs everywhere trembled in fear. Oh, that reminds me. “Reggie, come to the room; you need to help me with the tanning potion.”
“Yeah, sure, right. Well, any excuse is better than none,” Ewa Wolkowycka Potter, unbonded Potter daughter, fourteen, Myridan fourth form, tossed out.
“Hush, Ewa. Shouldn’t you be off snogging Da?”
“Oy! No need to advertise a girl’s business there, Agnes.”
“Oh, big secret that is. You’re incapacitated every time you get within ten feet of Da. Why don’t you just get it over with and quit trying to build power? Besides, you’re turning into a complete ditz.” Brenda O'Dell Potter, unbonded Potter daughter, sixteen, Slytherin sixth form, eyed her sister critically as her sisters and their bonded looked at her, wide-eyed. That was the very definition of the pot calling the kettle black. When Brenda wasn’t being a complete almost-prescient razor-like wit she was nearly incapacitated with the, erm, airiness induced by resisting her own bonding with Da.
“What?” Brenda looked around at her siblings.
The room broke up laughing.
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Castle Gorog
Lake
Thursday
3 July 2003
10:18
Imelda Talley Conrad, accredited permanent Court Correspondent, lay back on the grass and put her head back down on Joeseph Conrad’s stomach where she could watch for suitably tasteful photo opportunities to present themselves. Joeseph smiled. “So no pictures of Julie getting double Xiomara’ed, then.”
Imelda eye snapped over to where Julie Hooch-Potter was in fact getting double-team-snogged in the shallows of the lake by what appeared to be two Xiomara Hooch-Potters but had to be Xiomara and one of the Alphas or Primaries. It was so hard to tell any more. “Don’t be ridiculous, Joe, Rita would never approve them.”
Joe nodded. “Hey, whatever happened to that Wiltshire boy that Harry turned into an Angora?”
Imelda smirked. “Harry turned him back after he got enough mohair for that winter robe of Elena’s. The Alphas gave him a new identity and put him in Durmstrang; only way to keep the Potter boys from challenging him every day, idiot boy.”
Joe nodded. Offering mail order sales of pictures of a changing Potter daughter was way up on the list of methods for how to die a horrible death. “So that stopped them?”
“What? Oh, the boys. Yes, pretty much. There have been a few that simply vanished, but other things may have caused that.”
Imelda didn’t know how right she was. The Warg Bitches watched the Royal Academy student population like hawks and their males were never far away. The bonded had had to intervene thirty-four times in the last five years, giving the boys runestone-powered glamors and new identities and moving them to new schools. Once Harry had been forced to enslave three of them. The Potter bond, the boys, and three slave girls’ parents and the Potter children, but no one else knew what had happened to these children, and so the legend of what happened to perverts in the Royal Academy was born and grew to truly horrific proportions. Legends involving some completely unrelated dark red, almost black metallic acid stains in the stairwells, originally from a now outlawed WWW wheeze that only Harry had been able to cure people of, and Warg Bitches running in packs.
Imelda snapped her picture of the youngest Potter daughters led by Nym’s Lily herding their younger toddler siblings back to the sandpit with their older sisters and younger mothers watching and smiling at Ashton Rippley Potter’s color commentary on the toddler races.
There now, the monthly Witches’ Circle has its cover shot. Only Teen Witch Weekly to go and the week will be finished. Oh, thank you very much, Your Highness; lapful of breeding candidate always draws the readership. Morgana, that girl is dark-skinned, and tall! She’s as tall as Harry—must be one of the Zulu Princesses. Uh-oh, have to tear that one up. Merlin, they need to go get a room. Oh, good show, Sarah. Wonder where she faded them to?
“Imelda!”
“What, Joe?”
“Leave His Highness some privacy. Although you’d make a very cute nanny goat.”
Imelda couldn’t decide whether to be mad or happy. She settled on that pleased-on-the-inside-mad-on-the-outside thing wives managed so well.
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Hungary
Ördögház
Thursday
3 July 2003
22:30
“Selene, good evening. I understand you have no planned operations for this evening.”
Selene resisted the urge to spit on Kraven, who thought he had her trapped in the corner of the great hall she had been leaning in while watching the choosing of partners for the evening go on. “Aside from confirming intelligence on three dens and trying to figure out what the Lycans are up to, no. Why, Kraven?”
“Tsk tsk, Selene. You know we were meant to be together. You should stop resisting me.”
“As soon as you stop turning my stomach, I might.” Selene looked him up and down and then her eyes settled on his crotch. “But then again, there are undoubtedly some mortals with better qualifications than you and your master, Marcus. Perhaps I’ll turn one.”
While Kraven was busy stoking his rage and shaking, Selene ducked under his arm and strode purposefully away. Even in his rage Kraven could only watch her near-perfect ass shift in its tight leather covering.
Kahn, who had watched the whole exchange, shook his head as Selene approached. “And what are we going to do on the thirty-first of October 2005 when that scum and Amelia wake Marcus up?”
Selene smiled a predatory smile. “Well, if you feel like being raped for twenty or thirty years you can stay. Me, I’m for a hundred years in the American south. Or maybe that little property I have in the Yukon.”
Kahn grimaced. “Somehow none of those appeal to me. Marcus isn’t very pleasing since you nutted him. The American south for a hundred years? Bah! I’d gain a hundred pounds from all that cholesterol. You know those people will deep-fry anything. And the Yukon? No thank you. Caribou loses something in the draining, and the Inuit taste fishy.”
“My my, aren’t we the picky eater all of a sudden.”
“We all grow, Selene. Russia for me, I think. I hear there’s a hugely powerful vampire sire rising there. I believe I’ll test my limits.”
“Soon, too. We’ll check out these dens tonight and then stop over at Amelia’s for the night. Tomorrow night we’ll go talk to the giant Guroku. The whole lot of us, and pack for a week. Bring the truck. I’ll take my Aston.”
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Castle Gorog
Great Hall
Thursday
3 July 2003
02:40
Amelia Fastida sighed in frustration. “Just bite her already, Harry. See? You made her cry.”
Harry paced in front of the couch while the mates watched. “I can just heal her, Amelia. I don’t have to bite her.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “She’s found, Harry. You’re going to have sex with her and bond her anyway. None of the other experimental subjects got the virus from you or any of us in our vampires unless we were already vampires. This is just the last step in the experiment. We’ll cure the virus eventually, and if you do give it to her we can cure her of it then. The cancer she has would leave her sterile if cured the Mundane way and we’re unsure of the magical cure. If you biting her doesn’t cure her or turn her, then we’ll have you and Lilith cure her. But the animal test subjects were cured when you bit them and they can turn to day walkers.”
Harry smiled, remembering the series of animals they had turned to vampires who now stayed with the creatures they had conjured down in the menagerie.
Harry sat on the sofa and pulled Elena Romanovskaya to him. She had fought her finding these five years and was doing well, winning events and happy at her work and joy, ice dancing. But then the diagnosis had come after she had had some spotting at practice: cervical cancer. Cancer at twenty. She had been crushed. Then Pitior had appeared and taken her to the Imperial Palace, and there he was—Harry Potter. Elena’s little world of work and school that she had used to shut out the urges collapsed and Harry became her new center. That had been a month ago and now—well, now she was ready.
Harry sighed and changed to his full vampire. The mates were instantly glad the kids were well asleep. This was going to be fun. Harry turned the complusion on Elena just alittle and she offered her throat. Harry, keeping a tight leash on the vampire, gently quested for her jugular.
Apparently too gently for Elena as she sat up, forcing her neck into Harry’s fangs and grabbing him around the back of the head; she pulled them together and chomped down on Harry, actually drawing blood.
Yes, a good thing the kids were in bed. The great hall, full of cushions and silk rugs, was suddenly full of writhing piles of naked mates.
Selene, completely unaware, pulled into the gravel drive and shut down the Aston Martin DB 7. She leaned back in her seat and relaxed. Safely inside Castle Gorog’s courtyard at last; well, the night was not a complete write-off. Those dens had been empty and they had mined them heavily.
So tomorrow night they would drive through to Kiev. Right now the crew was in Nagotbatony in one of Amelia’s safe-houses. So go talk to Amelia, find out what the hell was going on with her and her coven, and then wait out the day.
Selene reached for her door handle and started in surprise when the door was opened from the outside. She looked out warily and was surprised to find a little green creature holding out its hand to her. So this was a house-elf, then. The creature bowed. “Charles, my lady. Chief Butler, Castle Gorog.”
Selene nodded and let herself be handed from the car. “Charles, is Amelia here?”
“Yes, my lady. I will take you to her study where you may await her.” Charles had strict instructions in case Selene or Michael showed up, different instructions for each. Selene nodded and Charles led her toward the house.
Every step brought more of the nearly overpowering compulsion coming from the Castle proper. Lilith, Amelia must be dominating them all tonight.
Selene made it to the study but could not sit. The compulsion was too much; she had to at least see what was going on. Selene eased her way out the door to the study, and calling on her memories of pleasant days spent in this castle in her baby vampire years, edged toward the great hall from which it seemed the compulsion was emanating.
Selene had to smile. After Viktor turned her she had wandered, satiating her hunger where she could and hunting Lycans, until one night she had encountered a vision in steel. Amelia had ridden out of the forest near the village Selene was watching and straight up to Selene’s hiding place in the haystack. She had then merely looked at Selene until she stepped out of the hollow center under the rick and mounted the horse behind Amelia.
The next 142 years had flown by, mostly literally under Amelia. Selene had learned many things and was still available for Amelia’s pleasure any time.
Then had come the bad years with Marcus arguing and raging constantly, Viktor, her sire, living in his armor, and she and Amelia along with him. The war with the Lycans reached its peak, then the war had all but ground to a halt in the blink of an eye. Viktor trapped and killed Lucian, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the Lycan clan. The Lycan horde scattered to the wind in a single evening of flame and retribution. Victory, it seemed, was ours. Selene chuckled bitterly.
The covens fell to fighting, Marcus and Viktor constantly scheming to dominate each other and Amelia. They had not reckoned on Amelia’s power. The lycans didn’t disappear but took advantage. Finally Amelia reached an accord with Viktor and Marcus and the Chain was born. In 1305 Marcus and Viktor had been put into the long sleep.
The next hundred years had been a joyous period. Sure, there were Lycans about still, but they had evolved into werewolves and were not nearly the problem they had been. Amelia even managed to have them serve the vampires, some in high positions. Meanwhile she, Selene, and Erika ruled the vampire world as its Queen and her two consorts.
In 1405 the Dark Ages descended. Marcus, awakened by Amelia in accordance with the Chain, used his compulsion on Selene the minute the cover snapped shut on Amelia’s sarcophagus and attempted to dominate her on the cover of Amelia’s crypt. He had paid with his testicles.
Selene fled with seventy percent of the combined coven and Kraven, Marcus’s sycophant, took over the Ördögház as Marcus recovered. The next hundred years were essentially a civil war in the vampire world, while the Lycans increased their numbers and then rebelled under the ill treatment of Marcus.
Selene forced the awakening of her sire Viktor by eliminating most of Marcus’s remaining coven. Kraven the craven fled. Viktor had been furious and Marcus was put in the long sleep, thoroughly chastised.
1505-1605 was an age of war with the Lycans, ending in their enslavement. Amelia was awakened in 1605, leading to another period of enlightenment and an easing of the strictures on the Lycans.
1705 brought Marcus, an attempted gang rape of Selene, and another castration, this time including every male in the Ördögház who supported Marcus. Selene fled to the Americas with most of the Coven. The Lycans rebelled again and the cycle repeated.
In 1805 Viktor had very nearly killed Marcus before Kraven intervened, spending his political capital gained from killing Lucian under Viktor’s direction, and Marcus was put into the long sleep, mutilated and nearly mad from pain. Viktor suppressed and enslaved the Lycans again after recalling Selene. This time, though, the Lycans had increased their population enough that many remained free and the Death Dealers were created, a vampiric militant order with Selene at its head and Kahn as her second. Kraven was not amused.
In 1905 he was even less amused when the recently awoken Amelia gave him to her coven’s males to use as a toy for twenty-five years; they had used him in every possible way, and when he resisted Amelia compelled him to service them all repeatedly until he physically collapsed. Amelia then had him treated and repeated the process over and over. She was nothing if not thorough. Kraven would never approach within ten miles of her again.
Selene had moved back to the Ördögház reluctantly and taken control of it. In the interim and while she and the Death Dealers were dealing with the Lycans, Kraven was released and immediately started gathering sycophants and moving them to the Ördögház to be ready for Marcus’s next awakening in 2005. Selene had kept control for all these years, but there were fewer and fewer Death Dealers as they fought the stalemated war with the Lycans and Kraven’s sycophants refused the Order.
Six years ago Amelia had suddenly and apparently without apparent reason stopped caring. Now Selene would take a chance and get a glimpse of why, perhaps. She pushed the door open slowly, standing back against the solid wall. She peered through the crack of the door and frame at the hinge side.
Lilith! The great hall was packed with vampires, all naked, all on the rugs and cushions, and all engaged in sex acts. Wait a minute—most of them were female. Amrydian, look at that male there; he was magificent and he was driving that Veela insane.
Selene’s brain froze for an instant—Veela? Yes, it was a Veela, and there was another and another. Oh Lilith, that was what was wrong with Amelia—the Veela had her.
Harry groaned as the blade slid into his back and then realized if it kept going it would hit Iseline in her womb. He arched his back into the blade and grinned when the hilt contacted his back with the point still short of Iseline’s skin.
Selene drew her pistols after the attempt at stabbing the veela through the sire and found herself locked in the grip of two very very dominant female vampires, disarmed, and bitten in the interior and exterior juglar. She had not seen or sensed them moving. Suddenly the dominant male had her and pulled her to him, sheathing her own blade in her belly and his blade in her center where Amelia had ripped her tight leather pants away, taking her panties with them. It was painful for an instant and then she was sopping wet and stuffed completely full.
The two dominant females withdrew from her neck and the male took her to the floor. Amelia pulled Selene’s blade from them as he lowered them down and some Oriental woman came and placed her hands on him and he was healed. Selene, responding to this male as she had no other, bit him in the interior juglar and her world exploded. While her body locked in orgasm he drove his full huge length into her and bit her back. Selene heard the screaming but didn’t care; she didn’t realize it was coming from her.
When Selene had burst into the room the mates had exploded into activity. Sarah and Nym changed to full-on vampires and, too late for the saber, they grabbed Selene and bit her. Lilith moved to Harry and healed him, and Amelia froze the other bonded with her command of “Stop!”
Harry had taken Selene from Nym and Sarah and taken her with Amelia’s smiling facilitation, and now as he completely owned Selene the debate raged in the bond.
“Amelia, she’s not in complusion or even compatible.”
“Yes, Mistress, but she is a vampire.”
“Amelia, that doesn’t make sense! What are we to do with her when Harry bonds her? We need her with Michael and she needs to be with him.”
“He doesn’t have to bond her. When he gets close we’ll take her from him and he can come in one of us. Then we’ll give her back and he can take her some more. She needs this too. She needs to be shown there’s more to sex with a male than rape. I can think of no better teacher than the Master.”
“So he takes her like an intent-bonded, Amelia?”
“Yes, Sarah, but in her vampire and until she is physically unable to continue and she has learned all there is to know about a loving mate.”
“This may take a while then, Nym.”
“And when he falls in love with her?”
“Let’s Turn the Castle and take it one step at a time, Nym.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Na Wen.”
“Nym, Harry can have sex without being in love, he just doesn’t want to. Look at him now—he doesn’t love her but he’s driving her out of her mind.”
“That’s his vampire, Na Wen.”
“Hey, if we Turn the room we need a vampire matestone for Selene.”
“Oooh, that’s good, Hermione. Having him take you as the sun comes up on you is something no unbonded vampire should miss. And it will further the illusion we can create that this is all a dream. After all, she won’t burn in the sun with a stone.”
The bonded turned and looked at Megan Jones Potter after that comment. She shrugged. She so enjoyed the feeling of the fully vampire mates as they rode Harry through their fear of the dawn; it was exhilarating.
The bonded reviewed the evolving plan in her mind. Amelia sends a note to Kahn telling him to continue the scouting mission they were seeing in Selene’s head without her as she was otherwise engaged. They go get Time-Turners and a vampire matestone and Turn the Castle. Harry takes all the time he needs to work on Selene and then they do some judicious memory modification and she’ll think she’s been ill and it was all a dream.
“Okay, that might work. Let’s do it.”
“Hey, don’t I get a say, Nym?”
“No, it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full, Harry.”
“Nym!”
“Oh hush, and Parseltongue Selene. Let’s see if she’ll pass out.”
“Make up your mind, Nym—hush or Parseltongue?”
“Harry! Parseltongue.”
Selene mewled in need as the male withdrew from her and blushed furiously. That had never happened before. She had submitted when required but never enjoyed or prolonged the experience with a male, and this one had her begging. Oh Lilith, what was he doing? Oh, that was good; he was as orally skilled as Ameliaaaa. Oh god, what was thaaaaaattttt? Every muscle in Selene’s body contracted in response to the Parseltongue recitation of the Lord’s Prayer into her sex.
The mates howled in laughter.
“Your Confessor is going to give you a major act of contrition for that, Harry.”
“It was all I could think of, Daphne. I think that might ameliorate it a little. Hey, while Selene’s passed out let’s see what it does to you.”
“AAAiiieeee, Morgana!”
Harry raised his head from the now barely conscious Daphne and Beatrice stepped into him. “My turn!”
Sarah shook her head and smiled as her daughters added themselves to the semi-conscious pile with Harry’s help. “You know, I wish someone else could Parseltongue. That is so much fun.”
Na Wen arched a brow and pushed her co-Alpha down. Soon Nym was alone, sending mates on errands as Na Wen and Harry took on all comers. She looked over again as the last mate faded away. “Suzanne Grofton Potter! I can’t believe you’re participating in this sacrilege!”
Suzanne gave her Alpha a look through half lidded eyes. “What saaaaccrilege, Nym? Oh God! He said make a joyous noise and I’ve never heard a more joyuos noiiiise!”
Nym laughed and watched the pile grow.
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Castle Gorog
Dinning Room
Friday
4 July 2003
08:30
Agnes sat back and digested what Dad had said. Okay, so they were Turning while dealing with Selene. No problem on the surface but that little blush of his and his obviously pleasant stupor said more than anything did. Apparently “dealing” with Selene meant bonding her, or at least shagging her stupid continuously. Well, that was fine. The kids were running amok as always and the older children and their bonded were, erm, benefiting from Da and the mums’ activities, so all was well. It wouldn’t ruin the holidays. If he bound her that was just another mate. Well, not just—they were all lovely in their own ways and great to have around. But the panting waiting for the first grandbaby was a little much, especially from Beatrice.
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Nagatbatony Castle
Great Hall
Friday
4 July 2003
21:30
Kahn read the letter from Amelia again. No question, he must follow these orders; but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do the scout of this Chita place and come straight back to Castle Gorog. “Mount up.”
The Death Dealers nodded and moved to the truck.
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Castle Gorog
Great Hall
Friday
4 July 2003
04:30
Selene sucked the Master hard again and then crawled up his body. If this was a dream, it was a good one and she wasn’t going to waste any more of it fighting. He was here, gorgeous, massively skilled, and very caring. She didn’t care if he was an incubus. She had never felt like this with a male; with her Amelia and Erika, yes, but not with a male. And this sun coming up while she was impaled on him thing was spectacular. Almost as good as whatever that was he and the little Oriental mistress did with their mouths. “Oh yess, right there, Master! Now bigger, bigger, please Lilith, bigger and hard...aiiiiie!”
Lilith pushed Selene off and sat on Harry, taking his release and grinning. “We should keep her. She makes you come so hard, Harry.”
“If Michael ever hurts her we’ll take her from him.”
“Uh, Harry, you aren’t falling....”
“No, Nym, not exactly. But she’s very nice, dedicated, a hard worker, and she has—errrh—I don’t know what to call it…something that’s very easy to appreciate.”
Nym shook her head. “Will you ever just have sex, Harry?”
Harry rolled over onto her, displacing Lilith. “No.”
Lilith smiled and joined the pair. Selene lay in Erika’s arms recovering.
Sarah chuckled and shook her head from her position in a pile of cushions and mates with Na Wen, Lilith, and the Primary wives.
Na Wen started to slide down and move closer but Sarah grabbed her head. “Not yet, baby. You almost made me pull a muscle last time. Go assault someone else.”
Na Wen pouted a moment and then her eye lit on Zemfira, who was napping.
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Godric’s Hollow
Potter’s Field
Friday
4 July 2003
18:00
Fred stomped in and threw himself in the corner bench at their usual table. George entered, laughing, behind him.
Sergeants Major Jones and Lyles watched the Staff Sergeants Weasley with interest from their table with their wives.
“Just belt up, George, it’s not that funny.”
“Oh yes it is, Fred, and Hestia is going to go spare when they get back.”
SGMs Lyles and Jones’s ears perked right up. Maybe these two jokers had run into recruit privates just like themselves. The War Gods were always spinning the wheel and what went around came around. This could be very fun.
“I’ll figure it out and get ’em normal colored by then, George.”
George nodded. “Maybe, but I want to know how Bains turned your whole squad that hideous pattern.”
“Me too. The girl is like Hermione but with Harry’s lack of fear. She’ll try anything and she reads all the time. She said she was just trying out a camouflage charm from the War Mage book before bed and in the morning they all woke up that way. It goes all over them all.”
“And how would you know? Fixing to be Fredwina Weasley?” Angelina asked. Fred and George had drawn all female squads for this training cycle.
“They talked about it all day, Angelina, comparing what colors their bits were by recall even.”
“So what colors are their bits, then?”
“Alicia! Don’t encourage him!”
The SGMs decided it was time for some air. Soon privates were coming in shaking their heads at the two advanced small unit tactics instructors rolling around on the ground outside.
“Well, would you look a’ that.”
“How could we miss, Hagrid? Come on, let’s get inside and see what’s so funny.” SFC Lombard, SFC Woodman, and Argus Filch pushed past Hagrid and took their normal table next to the Weasleys.
Angelic appeared, set down the armload of tankards, kissed her husband and looked around “So what is it tonight?” She got out her pad and started taking orders. Mrs Jones and Mrs Lyles ordered steak for their husbands.
Out in front on a bench the two SGMs wiped their eyes. “So, colored bits then, Lester?”
Lester Lyles looked at his partner, Jimmy Ray Jones. “You know, that may be better than some of the stuff they did to Lombard and their squaddies.”
Jimmy Ray nodded and chuckled. “What goes around—”
Lester smiled and finished. “—comes around.”
Jimmy Ray looked at him. “Time to retire, then?”
Lester nodded. “Maybe. Let’s talk to the girls. I don’t really want to leave here. But I’m sure we could get jobs from His Highness.”
Jimmy Ray grunted. “Yeah, if we can’t work here we can just stay on active duty.”
“You read my mind, brother. Let’s eat.”
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Castle Gorog
Study
Sunday
6 July 2003
18:30
“Harry, you have to go.”
Harry glared at Lilith and shook his head. “Harry! Stop being a big baby. You have to go or Kahn will want to fight. That will blow the whole thing.”
Harry’s parting from Selene moments ago had been traumatic and painful for them all. That Harry could never come near her again except in the case of taking her from Michael was obvious. He was very, very close to bonding her and she was very, very ready to be bound. Lilith stamped her foot, strode to Harry, and faded him by main force to her Heart, buried deep under Potter Castle. She let him hold her while he recovered from the loss. He was bereft and it was painful for them all.
Nym, Amelia, and Erika consoled Selene as she raged and then cried out her loss. They had managed to convince her that it was a dream and the plan was in motion. They would Stun her shortly and put her to bed, to be awakened by Amelia later when Kahn arrived. They had succeeded beyond their wildest dreams in the last nine Turned days. Selene knew now what it was to love a male and be loved in return. That Harry—and they, truth be told—were suffering so badly made it easy to sympathize with her.
Sarah gathered the Clan and packed the Castle, all the while thinking that if this is what a love cost them then they would never survive the loss of a bonded.
Kahn arrived at 22:00 and Amelia met him in the great hall. “Kahn, what a pleasant surprise!”
Kahn was instantly wary. One did not surprise a vampire of Amelia’s age, power, and station. “Amelia, I came to check on Selene.”
“Of course, dear boy. She’s resting. We have no idea what happened to her. Overwork, perhaps. Come, we’ll get her up.”
Amelia led him to a bedroom and there was a ravaged-looking Selene. She did in fact look ill. Kahn was not to know it was from grief at her loss. Amelia woke Selene and she was disoriented. She sat up and Amelia pulled her to her chest. “Selene, dear, it’s fine. You’re here with me, Amelia.”
Selene sobbed and hugged Amelia. Kahn withdrew.
Later Amelia returned to the great hall. “Selene is resting again, Kahn. She’s fed and is some better. She’ll be well again soon. She apparently had some rather disturbing dreams. You’re welcome to stay.”
Kahn could see real concern on Amelia’s face. So there was hope, then. Selene’s plan might work. One more set of links in the Chain and Selene might kill the others as they slept. He bowed. “As you wish, Mistress.”
Amelia resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
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Castle Gorog
Study
Monday
7 July 2003
21:30
“You are better, Selene?”
“Much, Amelia. Amelia, could it have all really been a dream?”
Amelia cringed and prevaricated. “It could have been, Selene. Would it be so bad if it was?”
Selene’s lip trembled for a few seconds and then she nodded. Amelia smiled. “You’re loved, Selene; always know that. Wherever you go and whatever happens, you are loved by more than you know.”
Selene smiled back at Amelia and changed the subject. “And have you considered what we discussed?”
Amelia stopped smiling. This was delicate. “You ask me to break the Chain, Selene.”
“Amelia, the world is changing. We can’t continue as we have gone before. Marcus is mad. And the Mundane have weapons now that bring the sun anywhere; you know this. Viktor will not believe it and he will test them. Either the Mundane mortals will kill us all or this Duke of Magic will enslave us as he has every vampire who’s crossed his path.”
“But such a gentle slavery; and magics that allow them to walk in the light, Selene—the light! can you imagine? To feel the sun again after these fifteen hundred years of the dark.”
Selene chuckled. “A little less for me, Amelia, but yes. It would be nice, yes.”
Amelia knew full well Selene had been turned in the eighth century. She smiled at the “little less”. “So perhaps instead of breaking Viktor’s chain we just leave it altogether and let the Duke handle Marcus and Viktor. I hear he has a penchant for fire. That should suit Viktor very well.”
Amelia watched Selene closely. She was Viktor’s creature and his favorite. Amelia knew from the knowledge transfer at the awakenings that Viktor considered her a daughter. That he had killed her family and turned her from spite Selene had no idea. No, Amelia would not be sharing blood with Marcus at this or any other awakening. Viktor either. Harry would simply kill them both if it came to it. Opposing one’s sire, though, that was always dicey. Selene made a moue and Amelia knew she was not ready yet. “But that’s two years away yet. We’ll keep working on the Lycans and see what happens.”
Selene nodded and rose. “Yes, Mistress.” She favored Amelia with a bright smile, a genuine bright smile.
Amelia rose and took her arm after leaning in for a kiss. “I’ll see you out, Selene.”
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Potter Castle
Sitting Room
Monday
7 July 2003
21:30
Amelia Fastida faded into the sitting room and moved to her favorite place. She knelt on the cushion beside her sister slave Bellatrix and lay her head on Harry’s knee. Harry was better but still sad. She could still feel his concern for her above his sadness, though, and she purred happily when his hand ran over her hair. “So she believed the dream story, Master.”
Harry nodded. “Yes, I know.”
“It’s all right, Harry. If she ever has trouble you can be her Knight.”
“Why thank you, Eugenie.” She got a rub too.
Amelia Fastida considered for a moment. “Harry, perhaps she wasn’t meant to be with Michael permanently. Really, I couldn’t see Selene with any males before this week, though. You did very well, Master.”
The bonded nodded. Their Harry was a masterful lover, which they could all share credit for, but he had made himself into the caring, concerned, self sacrificing man that he was. It was so gratifying to have him completely focused on you and reading your wants and needs and doing his very best to satisfy them. Awe inspiring, really, the level of concentration he could and would bring to satisfying a girl.
Luna spoke up from her chair. “Actually she’s with Michael and there are several children, but nothing is in fact permanent something is always changing. Something is cloudy about Michael as well. Always has been really, but I assumed it would clear up. Maybe it still will. Amelia, Kraven will try to have the Lycans kill you on the train to the Coven meeting this fall. Late September or early October.”
The room looked at her for a moment and then Daphne and Hermione got out their notepads as the white drained from Luna’s eyes.
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