Chapter 1936 - Ch: 5-6 (cont.)(good)

CHAPTER FIVE: AN INTERESTING AFTERNOON

SUNDAY, JUNE 23, 1996. Potter Manor.

As their kiss broke apart, Hermione took hold of Harry's hands and placed them on her breasts. Harry was stunned both that she would do this and how wonderful they felt beneath his hands. She seemed to sigh at his touch and a part of Harry wondered what it would be like without the blouse and bra between his fingers and the real thing. He looked into her brown eyes and saw an expression he could not quite place. She seemed to tremble and he might have thought that she was scared or at least a little apprehensive or nervous. But there was something else.

"I meant what I said to you in my letter," she whispered. "I want this."

"You - you're sure?"

She nodded and pulled him into a kiss. As she was kissing him passionately, he could feel her working on the belt to his jeans. He knew that the hand-me-downs from his cousin were so large that once the belt was unbuckled, the pants would fall to his ankles, which they did. The kiss continued long after his pants had fallen to the wayside. When she finally broke it off, he looked and saw that she was in the same state of undress as he was. His reaction to seeing her uncovered below the waist, although any real view being obscured by her now free hanging blouse, was immediate. If Harry was not blushing furiously at this, he was moments later when she pressed herself against him. Part of him did not even want to look Hermione in the eye.

"Harry," she said pressing against him even more, "what's wrong?"

"I - well," Harry began too embarrassed to finish.

"You mean this?" she said grinding against him, although given their difference in height it was more like her belly than her groin, still…

"Er," Harry knew what she meant. He was afraid he seemed too eager and too interested in the physical stuff.

"Harry," she whispered, making sure he was looking into her eyes, "don't be embarrassed. I'm not - well not really. You are this way because of me and that - that makes me - er - feel much better about myself. I never thought a boy would ever…" She stopped as Harry pulled her into a kiss. She seemed to melt into his arms and did not care. Slowly and gently the two undressed each other even further. Soon all Harry was still wearing was his boxer shorts and Hermione just her bra and knickers. They kissed some more as each of them explored each other with their hands. Hermione pressed in close to Harry, so their explorations were largely limited to their upper torsos, but both of them enjoyed the experience, both the exploring of their love and the being explored.

Hermione broke the kiss after what seemed like ages. She stepped back from Harry and in response to the disappointed look on his face, she winked at him while biting her lower lip. Harry always had a weakness for that expression, whether it was a sign of her inherent shyness or intense concentration, for it appeared on both occasions. She turned her back to him and he watched in silence as her hands reached behind her back and found the clasp to her bra. She unclasped it and then slowly removed it allowing it to fall to the floor. She then bent over slightly and Harry watched as her hands slid her knickers off of her hips as they too fell to the floor. As Harry admired what he considered the most perfect bum on the face of the planet, it hit him that even though she was still facing away from him, she was naked. His arousal now ached. Until today, the only naked women Harry had ever seen where still photographs in the dirty magazines he had nicked from his cousin. This one was his Hermione. She was real. She was close. She was offering herself to him.

She was just beyond his reach as she slowly turned around. Harry's eyes watched her face at first. She was really chewing on her lip and was blushing, yet somehow managed to have an almost impish grin. She clearly could not decide what to do with her hands as he saw them move back and forth from her sides to behind her back. She made no effort to cover herself. She clearly wanted him to check her out! He didn't need to be told as his eyes slowly traveled down her body to her neck, shoulders and then… She had large, wonderful breasts, he thought. Not too large, but larger than he had imagined. They seemed to hold themselves up somehow and he could see her large nipples were practically pointing at him. Lower he admired her firm stomach before his eyes reach her most intimate of places.

Harry had seen photos. Practically all the girls he had seen had hair down there. Hermione did not so he had a clear view of the real her, the part that made her a woman. He definitely liked what he saw. "You're - you're so beautiful," he said softly still unable to believe she was really standing naked before him.

"Th-thank you," she whispered back meaning it. Harry could see she was now staring at his shorts. He knew why. He couldn't hide what she was doing to him if he tried. "So, Mr. Potter," Hermione said with a laugh in her voice, "is that a wand in your shorts or do you like what you see?"

"I like," Harry said.

"I want to see you too," she said softly. Harry immediately dropped his shorts and his soon to be manhood was exposed in its full glory. Harry saw Hermione's jaw drop. He was definitely bigger than she was expecting. She really did not know what to expect considering she had never seen a real one before. "Wow," she remarked. "Are you bigger than - er - normal?"

"Told you, I don't compare winkies," Harry quipped. "And I'm a bloke, so of course I think I'm hung like a horse even if I'm not."

"Well," she said slowly closing the distance, "whether it is or it is not, I am impressed, Mr. Potter." She was now inches away and as Harry gazed into her captivating brown eyes, he felt her delicate hand touch him. He hissed a bit as the touch sent a wave of pleasure he had not anticipated. She was staring up at him and gently and softly stroking him. He didn't think she was trying to get him to finish, but the touch was more than he was ready for. Try as he might, he could not stop what he knew was seconds away.

"Hermione?" he squeaked as he looked down at what she was doing. Her gazed followed his. A second later, he groaned.

Hermione gasped as she saw three large squirts of a white fluid shoot from him as she felt him tense and shudder beneath her touch. The warm fluid hit her on the stomach and oozed onto her hand. It was very warm and gooey. She had not intended that, not yet at least. Still, the mere thought she had caused Harry to lose control on her was far more of a turn on than she had expected.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," Harry said. "I didn't mean to…"

"Sush, Love," she whispered. "It's okay. Really!"

"But…"

"We have all afternoon, Love. All summer really. Now, don't you want to touch me?"

Harry nodded as he pulled her into a kiss. His right hand rapidly but gently found its way to her breast and as he began to finally caress the real and bare thing, she rewarded him with a moan. He wanted more of her and realized that much as he enjoyed kissing her, this position did not allow him to be close and to explore her at the same time. Slowly, he worked his way behind her, pulling her close to him, as close as possible as now both hands had access to her ample breasts. She turned her face towards him, her mouth slightly open and eyes half closed as he kissed her neck. She shuddered and moaned beneath his touch and he soon found her lips with his. One of her hands was in his hair, running through it as he decided to repay her for earlier. His right hand slipped from its toy and slowly worked down her body as he continued to kiss her. His right index finger found his intended target, the soft folds of her womanhood. It slowly parted the soft flesh and he could feel her warmth and wetness. He brushed against a hard wet nub and she gasped and shuddered. He began to rub it gently hoping this was what she wanted. She let out a long soft moan of pleasure and he could see joy in her wet eyes that stared at him from mere inches away.

She was soon biting her lip, trying not to gasp or moan too loud as he continued to work her up. She was trying not to fall down as she felt pleasure beginning to build. "More," she whispered with a shudder. Harry took the hint and his finger now entered her for the first time. He could feel her whole body quiver in response as a long moan escaped her. A second finger soon joined the first, easing in and out in response to her reactions. "Faster," she begged. Harry obliged and soon she was gasping for air. A moan was soon followed by a stuttering "Oh G-g-god!" She was now thrusting into his hand and he was trying to hold her up. "GOD!" she moaned. Her breathing was faster and hitched. She seemed to be trembling non stop and Harry was convinced the only reason she was still standing was that he was holding her up. Her bum was grinding into his groin and he could feel himself rapidly becoming aroused. She obviously felt it too as with each second, she seemed to encourage it with her grinding. She was soon panting and moaning at the same time, if that was possible. "Oh GOD! HARRY!" she called as she went rigid for a few seconds. She then seemed to relax completely and her hand found his and removed it from her.

She turned to him, pressed close against him and drew him into a kiss as soon as she caught her breath. She could feel he was ready again. "Thank you, My Love," she said when they finally broke. "You were amazing. What?" she then asked as he seemed to frown.

"I - I didn't last as long as you did," he said. "I - I don't want to disappoint you."

"You won't, Harry. I might have over done it getting you turned on. Then again, it might just have been… Well, I read sometimes that happens to a boy. Especially early on when they lack - er - experience. I also read there's something I can do that might - er - prevent such a rapid response. You interested?" It was a rhetorical question at it was clear by what was pressing against her again that he was. "Have a seat on the couch," she suggested. Harry sat down. As he did, Hermione knelt before him and spread his legs apart so she could get closer. "Now," she said with a blush, "there are two things we can do. I think this one is easier on you. Trust me?"

Harry nodded. As he did he watched as she leaned forward. Her face was soon rubbing into his groin. He closed his eyes wondering where this was going and how it could help. He felt something wet at the base of his shaft and opened his eyes to see Hermione slowly licking her way up his swollen member. He could not believe his eyes. Hermione? Hermione was doing this to him? She reached the tip and he watched and shuddered as her tongue swirled slowly around him. 'Would she really?' He thought. She did. He could not believe it as he watched her take him slowly into her mouth. It was so warm and wet and wonderful as more of him entered. She stopped about halfway and slowly pulled back, warm, wet and tight around him before pushing down again, further this time earning a gasp from Harry. Each time, she pulled back and then pulled more of him into her until the fifth time when she managed to take him all in. She repeated the deep thrust all the way to his base three more times in a row, each generating a low moan from a still surprised Harry. She then began to alternate between shallow and deep thrusts and increased her pace. Harry was groaning with pleasure almost each time and quickly felt the cresendo beginning. A part of his mind told him to say something as he felt the end approaching rapidly.

"Hermione?" he gasped. "I'm going to…" He got no further. She had not stopped at all and he could not control himself as he fell over the edge and exploded into her mouth. He was sure she would be mad as he gasped for air.

"Mmmmmmm." she seemed to moan. To his surprise, she did not stop even though it was clear to him he was finished for the moment. She slowed down, to be sure, but kept at him for at least another minute. When she finally did release him from her wonderful mouth, Harry was quite spent. She crawled up into his lap and snuggled against him for a moment. She then kissed him and looked into his eyes.

"Well?"

"You're amazing," he said softly. She smiled. "You were wonderful! Wow!"

"Thanks," she said blushing. "I wasn't so sure seeing as I've never done any of this before."

"Did you like doing that?"

She nodded slowly. "I didn't think I would that much," she admitted. "But I did. I really wasn't sure about when you - you know. It was a little icky, but… It's such a turn on making you do that!"

"So - so how does that help?"

"Tires you out a bit, Love," Hermione said. "A tired Harry is supposed to take longer."

"Oh. And what was the other plan?"

"Well, you could always think of Umbridge being naked while you're making love to me," she said cheekily.

"Ug! That wouldn't help! Not unless you don't even want me to be able to start at all!"

Hermione giggled. "Well, we don't want that, do we. So I guess it's tire you out."

"I guess. Now, how about I repay the favor?"

"How?"

"Same thing I did last time, but I want to taste and not feel?"

"Really?" Hermione gasped. Harry nodded and pushed her gently down onto the couch lying on her back. He kissed her deeply for some time before moving on to his next adventure with her. His kisses moved from her lips and slowly down her neck and shoulders until she shuddered with anticipation at where she was certain where he was going. When his lips finally found one of her sensitive nipples, her reaction was immediate, her moans increased as he drew one of her engorged nubs into his mouth. She could not believe how much she enjoyed this or how much she wanted him. In her mind she begged him to do the same to her other breast and he almost immediately complied. She loved the sensation! "Please Harry!" she moaned wanting more, begging for him to bring her to release.

She felt her love slowly moving down her body. In her mind she begged for release and shuddered and trembled with each of his soft kisses on her skin. When she had first begged, he released her nipple from his mouth and began his trail of pleasure in the valley between her thoroughly pleasured breasts. Inch by inch, he slowly kissed his way down her, past her ribs, across her trembling stomach with a long pause at her belly button, lower and closer to the part of her that ached for him. She then felt him lapping at that part but not plunging in. It was almost more than she could take. "P-p-please," she begged.

She felt him gently part her fold with his soft, warm and wet tongue. He soon found her pleasure bud, the one he had paid such amazingly wonderful attention to earlier with his hands. She nearly lost it when he began to suck and lick it gently. She was no longer able to think, wrapped up in the amazing sensations. "M-m-m-more," she moaned as she was now thrusting into his face and wonderful mouth.

Harry wanted more of her as well. He was not yet totally ready, but he wanted to taste and explore more. He knew what and where and he tried to figure a way to keep his Love going while accomplishing his own desires as well. He slid slightly further down his Love's luscious body and seemingly willed his tongue to explore a new region - her most intimate region.

Hermione moaned as she felt his tongue enter her. She had dreamed of him doing something like this to her, but the dream was far less than the reality. She knew she was not going to last long at all and was soon gasping for breath. Then, something happened that surprised her. It felt as if his tongue was actually growing inside of her, exploring her, finding every place that might drive her wild with pleasure. She wanted to think about this new development, but what he was doing to her was too amazing. Her rational mind was shutting down as the pleasure began to build. It was all she wanted and all she cared about at the moment. "OH GOD," she moaned knowing what would wash over her in seconds. "HARRY!," she gasped as he drove her over the edge into a world of pure pleasure.

It took Hermione several minutes to catch her breath and come back down from what Harry had done to her. Harry had slowly worked his way back up her body and as her eyes finally opened, she was staring strait into his. She felt his hand running through her curls and could not believe how sensual such a simple act seemed. She smiled at Harry and he smiled back before leaning in for a kiss.

"Did you like that?" he asked when they finally broke apart. Hermione could only nod her head vigorously as she was now very aware of Harry's new arousal pressing against her and was working up the courage to ask him to use it.

"I liked doing that," Harry said. "A lot."

Hermione smiled and then spread her legs wide apart. Her right hand slid off Harry's back and between them searching for him. She soon had him in hand as she stared into his eyes. "Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"I want to feel you inside of me," she whispered.

Harry's eyes went wide. "What?"

"Make love to me, Harry. Please!" As Harry began to shift around, Hermione guided him towards her entrance. She felt him press against it and begged him to enter. Harry slowly pushed himself in, hoping to savor every second and delighting in the warm, wet and tight place he had just found for himself. He was not all the way in yet when he felt resistance. Hoping that it was not as far as he could go, he was at first rewarded when whatever was stopping him gave way and he found himself all the way into his Hermione. But as it gave way, he heard her hiss and felt her whole body tense up.

He opened his eyes and saw she had turned her head to one side and was biting one of her knuckles. Her eyes were squinted shut and he thought he heard a whimper. "Hermione?" he asked.

"D-don't … D-don't move," she whispered back.

"Are? Are you okay?"

"H-hurts."

"Perhaps we should stop…"

"Don't - don't move!"

"But…"

"Sup - supposed to, f-first time."

"What is?" He could feel her relaxing slowly.

"It's supposed to hurt the first time," Hermione said, "for girls."

"Oh. I didn't want to hurt you."

"I - I know. Give me a m-moment, please? T-to get used to you?"

Harry nodded and did as he was told. He didn't know how long he lay there enjoying the feeling of being inside of her, gazing into her wonderful eyes and gently stroking her soft hair. He wanted to make love to her, to bring them both to release, but he also wanted her to enjoy it at least as much as he did. This was her first time and he felt she should treasure it as much as he would. He patiently waited for her.

"I'm ready," she finally whispered. "Make love to me, Harry."

"Y-you sure?"

She smiled at him and nodded. As slowly as he could, Harry pulled back and then pushing himself into her again. He prayed she would not find it uncomfortable and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from his Love. He repeated the process, slowly, as he enjoyed each and every sensation coursing through him and savored her reaction to him.

"You feel sooo good," she moaned, encouraging him.

Harry was not about to disappoint her. He continued his efforts, adjusting slightly each time he sensed a heightened reaction of pleasure from her or from himself. She soon begged him to go faster and he did, thrilled with the now writhing witch beneath him. When he could, he would look at her and enjoy the pleasured expression on her face and the look of desire in her eyes, but it was hard to keep his eyes open and, he noticed, it was hard for her as well.

He soon felt the building, the increasing sensation he knew would lead to the end of this. He hoped she was there with him. He did not want her to be left wanting for anything. But, just as he became concerned, he heard the same moans from before, the moans that told him she was where he was at the moment.

"Oh God," she began. "God! S-so g-good… GOD!" She shuddered, gasped and moaned with every movement he made. He knew she was close, but then again so was he. "HARRY!" she called as she seemed to arch her back and get rigid beneath him. He knew she had reached her point of no return and his followed immediately as a wave of immense pleasure washed over him and he spilled himself into her new womanhood. They both collapsed into each others arms, both panting heavily and enjoying the closeness - a closeness neither had ever felt before.

Harry was laying on his back on a couch in the Library with his still very naked Hermione cuddling against him and almost on top of him. He knew she was not really asleep, but she seemed to be dozing a little. After the last time, she had told Harry she needed a little rest before she shagged him senseless again, her words. Harry was trying to figure out how many times that had done it this afternoon. Part of his problem was figuring what counted as "it." Did it count when she made him come the first time by barely touching him? Did it count when she sucked his cock or when he ate her pussy?

He smiled at the thought. "Come," "cock" and "pussy" were apparently words his Hermione preferred over "orgasm" or "ejaculation," "penis" or "vagina." Truth be told, Harry preferred those words too, he just never thought his Hermione would. When Harry had admitted after one of the times that he knew little about the woman's bits, Hermione had told him everything she could. She told him the proper names for them and what she preferred to call them - all of her preferred names being "dirty words" according to Mrs. Weasley and his Aunt Petunia. She even used her self as a demonstrative aide to her sex lecture that resulted in Harry getting really turned on.

As they lay there, he remembered the other dirty words Hermione now used. He never thought Miss Prim and Proper had such a dirty mouth or mind for that matter. She would beg him not only to make love to her, usually said before they began. When doing it she begged him to fuck her, shag her and make her cum. He never thought she'd say such things. The truth was when she did it turned him on even more.

After their first time, she had begun telling him about her sexual fantasies. They had just caught their breath and she began telling him that she had been playing with herself since the summer before their first year. All of her "successful" fantasies, as in those that really got her to cum hard, were about Harry. She told Harry about her first really mind blowing orgasm and how it had been about him doing that to her. She told him that in one of her favorite fantasies she would play with herself for him and watch him do the same. This had an immediate effect on Harry. He had not pulled his "basilisk" out of Hermione's "Chamber of Secrets" following their first time and her revealing her dirty thoughts had caused him to get aroused inside of her, which she really seemed to enjoy.

Each time they finished, she would tell him more of her dirty Harry fantasies, each time Harry would be ready to shag her within minutes. She told him about her dream of Harry taking her virginity in the Library. They both laughed at the thought, for although this wasn't the Library at Hogwarts, it was indeed a Library. She later told Harry of even more risqué fantasies. She told Harry of a fantasy where she and Harry had sex in front of at least one other woman. She told him of one where she shared Harry with another woman and how turned on she had become dreaming of watching Harry shag another woman while she watched. In these dreams, Harry was hers, she wasn't walking in on Harry but was letting him have his way with the other woman.

To Harry's shock, she admitted that in another one of her more intense Harry sex fantasies, she would have sex with the other woman as well while Harry either watched or participated. To say this revelation did not turn Harry on was an understatement. What really turned him on even more was her saying that, if it could be done, she might actually want all of her fantasies to become a reality and even asked him if there were other girls who he might want to "share" with Hermione.

Harry admitted he had similar fantasies that he "used" when he played with himself. Hermione was always the main woman, but he had dreams of Hermione and others at the same time. He told her a few of them: Katie Bell, who he thought had a hot body; Parvati Patil, who he had taken to the Yule Ball and had dreamed of fucking with Hermione before - he actually admitted in that fantasy it was Hermione and both Patil twins; Ginny Weasley for some reason; a former classmate of theirs who he thought was rather fetching if quiet named Sally-Anne Perks who turned out to have been Hermione's friend; and most recently Luna Lovegood. When Hermione told him that with the possible exception of Ginny, if they were willing she would love to watch, Harry could not help but shag her senseless. She was now his "Horny, kinky little Slut," and she did not seem to mind at all.

She did tell him in no uncertain terms that the thought of shagging another man was not something she would consider even with Harry. Harry didn't mind at all. She was his and his alone, at least as far as men were concerned.

Harry was now trying to figure out just how many times he and his little slut had done it. He knew she enjoyed it every time. She told him so and had begun calling him her "Master" as he was truly the Master at getting her to come. She had also begun announcing this fact when it happened. Her cries of "Oh God!" and "Harry!" from earlier were now coupled with "I'm coming!" so he would know for certain that he had brought her there again and again and again. He still had no idea how many times they had done it. What he did know is she had had far more orgasms than he had, which she liked, and that he always finished when she was coming, which she really, really liked.

Hermione lay atop her Harry, her dream man, and like Harry was also lost in thought. She could not believe how randy this man made her. She was almost mortified about the fantasies she had told him as well as the realization that if they could, she would do them for him. Unlike Harry, she knew exactly how many times they had done it. Counting the hand jobs and oral sex, he had come eight times, she had come eleven. She loved what he could do to her.

As she rested in hopes of more fucks to follow, she was also surprised at how much she liked talking dirty to Harry and hearing him talk dirty to her. She was his "little Slut" now. She knew it and oddly she liked it. She never wanted to ever get dressed again and the thought that she might have to if only for a little while was not something she wanted to think about. All she wanted to do for the rest of her life was shag Harry and have his babies.

That had been one of the more disturbing and then exciting of their post-coital cuddle talks. It was the talk where she taught him about female bits, what they were called, what they were for and how he could pleasure them, not that he really needed any help on the final topic. He was amazing at pleasuring her, better than she had ever dreamed, and in her dreams he was bloody brilliant.

It was during this talk when she mentioned such un-sensual things as a woman's monthly cycle, something Harry had never known about before. She also told him about the various methods of magical and non-magical birth control and confessed she had neglected to use any of them this day. She was fairly certain it was the wrong time of her month to get pregnant, but those things are not absolutely certain.

To her surprise, Harry was not upset at all. He told her he loved her and meant everything he had said to her recently. He wanted to marry her and he wanted her to carry his babies. As far as he was concerned, they were already married in many ways, just lacking the official piece of paper. Based on his "house" he was fairly certain money would never be an issue for their family. Thus, if she wanted to get pregnant today, next week, next month, next year, every year, that was fine with him. He told her she didn't even have to ask if she didn't want to. She made a promise to herself to try and not get pregnant too soon. But, she had to admit if it was not for the fact they had two years of school left, since he did not mind and wanted her to be the mother of their children she would get pregnant this summer. School was the only thing that would make her wait.

She was almost done resting and hoped Harry would be ready again soon. She wanted to try in on top at least once today. The idea had come to her from a naughty romance novel she had borrowed from her roommate Lavender Brown. She shifted until she was straddling Harry. She was sitting up on him watching him as he opened his eyes and looked at her. She gave him a coy smile and his sleeping basilisk a gentle grind.

"You want more?" Harry asked in near disbelief. This was one horny witch sitting on him. She nodded piously.

"I want to be on top this time," she added.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman," Harry laughed.

"Don't you want to fuck me?"

Harry nodded. "Unfortunately, what I want and what it wants, he said pointing to his groin, "seem to be different things right now."

"I can wake him up," Hermione giggle.

"How?"

"Tell you more about my dirtiest sex fantasy."

"Will that work?'

"You tell me, Lover."

"I thought the one where you let me shag another girl was your dirtiest."

Hermione shook her head. "It's not."

"Dirtier?"

"You might think so."

"What does it involve?"

"You, me and another girl. Luna to be precise."

"Luna?"

Hermione nodded. "Before it was just a generic other girl. Now it's definitely Luna."

"What about Luna?"

"There is a back story to this."

"Really?"

Hermione nodded. "And the back story is true. After we got back to school for Third Year, McGonagall had a meeting with all the girls in our year and House. She met with Lavender, Parvati, Sally-Anne and me. The meeting was about sex and boys, but there was more."

"More?"

"It seems for an adolescent witch, having female orgasms is important for the growth of their magic. While the four of us were told we should probably hold off boy sex until we were a little older, we were told we needed to have orgasms several times a week, ideally two or three times a day. Well, for me that was not a big issue as I have been getting myself off since before I started Hogwarts."

"Really?"

Hermione nodded. "Almost every night before then, two or three times a day since. Anyway, McGonagall told us how we could do it to ourselves, which I already knew. But she also told us it was not uncommon for young witches to have girl sex."

"W-what?"

"It doesn't mean they're lesbians, although there may be some out there, but I'd say at least a third of the girls in school have had girl sex."

"Girl sex?"

"Sex with another girl, silly."

"Erm, how can you have sex with another girl?"

"McGonagall told us. And you know two of the three usual means."

"I do?"

"You did them to me earlier, Love. You used your fingers and then your mouth to get me to come."

"Oh. And the third way?"

"Like this," Hermione said as she ground against Harry again. "Grinding your girl bits against another works too."

"Have you ever?"

"No. I'm still a girl virgin. But I have seen it."

"Really?"

Hermione nodded. "Practically from the day we started Hogwarts."

Harry stared at Hermione, his mouth open.

"The morning after we arrived I went for a shower. The girls shower is all open with lots of showerheads and such. So I go into the shower and there were two Sixth Year girls, naked, kissing and finger fucking each other. I was stunned, but it seemed none of the older girls thought anything of it at all.

"My first break and I went to the girls bathroom and was that a sight! There were three couples - all older students - having girl sex and several other girls rubbing themselves off. There are actually benches in the bathrooms so girls can play with themselves between classes without hogging the toilets for those who actually need to go. I was so confused and wondered if all witches were gay or something because if they were I was in the wrong place.

"That night after dinner I went to find Megan Parker, who was the Fifth Year Prefect with Percy Weasley. I was so confused. She was in her dorm having sex with a Third Year girl. I was stunned. When they finished, I got up the courage to ask what it was about and she told me what McGonagall would later. As soon as a witch enters puberty, she needs to have orgasms. Something to do with the havoc her hormones can have on her magic and the orgasms counteract that.

"As I said, I was already giving myself orgasms. After McGonagall's talk, Sally-Anne began doing the same thing at night as well. Before the talk, I pretty much kept my self-pleasuring secret. After, I really didn't care if any girl knew or not. Same with Sally-Anne. However, there are many young witches who are uncomfortable doing it to themselves and they are encouraged to find a girl who will help them have their orgasms."

"That's just…"

"Harry, it's perfectly acceptable in the Wizarding World. It doesn't mean a witch has to have girl sex, but there is no stigma if they do - unless they do it to the exclusion of men and having babies, then it's a problem. But girl sex for orgasms is acceptable. Heck, why do you think boys aren't allowed in our dorms? Cause we're up there having orgasms!"

"What about Parvati and Lavender."

"When they can't find a boy to shag them, they find a girl."

"They've been having sex with each other?" Harry asked feeling his monster beginning to stir.

"Almost every night at school since our talk with McGonagall. They aren't shy about it either. And they are not exclusive."

"What do you mean by exclusive?"

"It means that most of the Girl Sex girls don't have an exclusive partner. They just fuck whoever is available at the time," Hermione giggled.

"I had no idea."

"They don't do it in the Common Room or anywhere a boy might find them. Lavender and Parvati get their pre-bedtime shag from whomever is available. But in our room after curfew, they have their nightly romp and never seemed to care if Sally-Anne or I was watching. Then again, most years have at least two Girl Sex girls in their dorms."

"Really?" Harry asked. This was working, he thought.

"Sometimes Sally-Anne and I would do ourselves while watching and Parvati and Lav fucking each other." Hermione added softly.

"W-what?"

"It was fun."

"D-did they know you were doing that?"

"Of course. We were usually naked on in our beds next to them when we did."

"I never would have thought."

"I also like to do myself in the shower and doing it with a bunch of other girls rubbing themselves off in the girls toilets is fun too. Hearing their moans is a real turn on."

"Yet you haven't?"

"I don't need help getting myself to cum, so no. I've been asked, though."

"Really?"

Hermione nodded.

"Let's see. Um - Megan Banks asked me my Third Year. Also, there's Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Leanne Tinker."

"You're kidding! Any other girls I should hear about?"

"Megan Renner and Stacey Jenkins in the year behind us. In fact, the only girl sex girl in Gryffindor, excluding Third Year's who hasn't asked me is Ginny."

"Ginny?"

"Then again, she wasn't one until she made the Quidditch Team."

"C-come again? She wasn't one and then she became one?"

Hermione nodded. "Right after she had the 'Talk' at the beginning of Third Year, she talked to me. She didn't want girl sex but was uncomfortable with the idea of doing it herself too. She got over it once I reminded her how important orgasms were. She refused all sex offers until the day of the try outs to replace you."

"Why then?"

"Seems Angelina wanted solidarity. That meant if she picked a girl to fly, the girl had to be willing to - er - be with her girl teammates sexually. It seems making the team was more important to Ginny than her issues with girl sex. Although, she only has sex with the other Gryffindor girl players."

"D-do you want to have g-girl sex?"

Hermione nodded. "It's supposed to be a real turn on for your man. I didn't want it with just a girl. I want it to share with you."

Harry was now fully aroused.

"And Luna?"

"In my fantasy, she is the one I share with you when I lose my girl virginity."

"Really?"

Hermione nodded. "I - I think we would go well together in that regard, in fact I know we would. But I'm not about to ask her."

"What? You know you would but won't ask her?"

"She never has hinted she was interested in girl sex."

"But you know you two would go well together?"

Hermione nodded. "Remember the girl's bathroom? The benches I told you about?"

Harry nodded.

"Well, many girls don't really play with themselves alone. They get mostly or all naked with their friends as they all do it together. The ones who are not girl sex girls, but have a regular partner or partners for bathroom pleasuring are called Petting Partners. Luna and I have been Petting Partners since the fall of Fourth Year."

"And what do Petting Partners do?"

"We talk and watch each other as we pleasure ourselves. Luna and I really like watching and doing it together is fun. I've been dreaming of doing it for her and her for me for over a year now. In fact, when we are together, that's usually what I'm thinking about with you of course."

"And if she wanted to and I wanted to?"

"I would make love to her for you, Harry."

Harry was in shock at this, although it was a real turn on. "I never knew you were so - er - open. You really are a horny little slut."

"Only with you love. And I see it worked."

Harry nodded. Hermione looked down at Harry's return that was quite visible beneath her as she ground into him again, eliciting a gasp from her Love. She absently traced a Rune on his chest she remembered from a class on Runes in Sex Rituals, although she could not remember the ritual in question or what it did. She then raised herself up slightly, carefully adjusting herself so as to guide her favorite basilisk back into its lair. As she slid slowly down his length, she shuddered in anticipation. He was soon all the way in or she was all the way on, depending on one's point of view and she sat there motionless for a moment enjoying the sensation of being filled by him and again absently tracing that Rune on his chest.

He looked up at her helpless. She knew he wanted her to begin and she did, but she took a moment to enjoy the thought of being in control of this situation. As she did, Hermione remembered a passage from one of Lavender's dirty little romance novels she had borrowed the last term for some distraction from the stress of O.W.L. exams. The passage was one where the heroine promised herself to her hero. While most of the book was about sex, and this bit had a fair amount, she liked it and had it memorized. It sounded like a magical oath, but it had to be fake, she thought. Still…

She began slowly rocking back and forth, watching Harry intently as she rode up and down his shaft. She moaned as he felt so wonderful as she moved him inside of her. Harry looked away for a moment as if startled by a noise Hermione had not heard.

He then looked at her in shock. "T-Tonks," he whispered.

"What?" she replied.

"Sh-she's here! She's watching! Perhaps we should…"

"Who cares?" she whispered. "I want you now, not later."

"But…"

"I'm not stopping until we both cum," she replied.

"Y-you d-don't mind?"

"One of my fantasies, remember?"

"Oh yeah. You really are a kinky little slut."

"Only for you," she said picking up her pace. Maybe it was Tonks watching, but she knew she was going to finish sooner rather than later and she could tell from Harry's expressions and his sounds, he would too. She wanted to do the scene from the book. It would not be easy as she was already beginning to gasp for air and control. Between her gasps and moans, she somehow managed to get it out.

"I, Hermione Jean Granger, of my own volition and free will, and from my undying love for thee, offer you, Harry James Potter, myself. I offer you all I have or will have, all I was, am and will ever be in mind, body, heart soul and magic, as friend to friend, lover to lover, wife to husband as your consort, as your partner and companion, your's and your's alone and your's in all things, to fulfill your desires, to stand by your side, to follow you, to bear your children, from this day forward until death shall separate me from you, your House and heirs. Do you accept me, as yours forever, My Love?"

Harry figured she was playing with him a little, but he liked it. This sounded like some sort of magical oath, but not one he ever had heard of before so he figured she made it up for a bit of fun. He never knew she was this playful. He was not about to disappoint her. He knew how to respond and as soon has he could compose himself, which was not easy as she was amazing and he was doing his best not to finish before she came, he managed to say the reply. Fortunately, it was not as long winded as her offer, if that was what that was.

"I, Harry J-J-James P-P-Potter, accept you, Hermione as Consort. S-So m-mote it be! Oh GOD!" he moaned as he could not stop the inevitable. Fortunately, he knew he had lasted just long enough.

"I'M COMING," Hermione announced as he let himself loose into her.

Tonks saw what neither of them did. A flash of magic enveloped the two lovers at the height of their pleasure. They glowed gold for several seconds as their mutual pleasure washed over them.

Hermione and Tonks did see a second flash of magic. A green flash sparked from Harry and he screamed in pain grabbing his forehead before passing out. Hermione sat atop him, his spent member still inside, in shock as she saw what looked like black smoke rise from his forehead and another scream filled the room. It was not from Harry or anyone she could see and it faded to nothing as the smoke disappeared. Hermione saw that Harry was still out and got off of him, lying by his side and trying to wake him up.

Unknown to the two witches in shock at the state of things in the Library, at the moment Harry screamed and passed out in locations far from where they were something similar had happened. In a cluttered warehouse filled with centuries of discarded objects, a priceless tiara flashed green, burst into black smoke, emitted a scream and disintegrated. The same fate befell a cup in one of the most secure vaults in Gringotts, the bank of magical Britain, a ring buried beneath the floor of a long abandoned one room shack, a locket hidden beneath a furnace in a house belonging to the Black family in London, and a huge snake that was out looking for a meal.

CHAPTER SIX: REVEALING THE TRUTH

SUNDAY, JUNE 23, 1996. Potter Manor.

"Harry?" Hermione pleaded. "Are you all right?"

Harry's eyes opened. "Wow! That was amazing," he sighed looking into Hermione's eyes. To his surprise, he thought he saw fear. "H-Hermione?"

"What's wrong, Harry? Are you okay?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just had the most mind blowing sex with the most wonderful woman on the face of the planet. What could possibly be wrong?" He hoped Hermione would smile at that as she looked worried. Her expression did not change.

"I thought I hurt you," she said almost with a whimper.

"I feel fine. Honestly! In fact, I'm not sure I remember feeling this good." He saw she still looked far too concerned. "Why? Did something happen?"

Hermione nodded.

"W-what?"

"You don't remember?"

"We had just cum. I remember that. I closed my eyes for a bit, and then your asking if something's wrong."

"You don't remember then."

"Remember what?"

"Just after - just after we both came, there was a flash of magic from you. You screamed in pain and grabbed your forehead. It must have been your scar, Harry. A black smoke or something came off of you. There was another scream. It wasn't you or me or Tonks. It didn't even sound human. Then you passed out."

"I passed out?" Harry asked in disbelief.

Hermione nodded.

"H-how long?"

"Not long," Tonks said. "Twenty seconds. What ever happed must not have been too bad as a simple Ennervate brought you around immediately."

"But his scar," Hermione said.

"What about it?" Harry and Tonks asked.

"It's gone."

"What?" Harry cried. "But that's impossible. Not even a glamour charm can hide it!"

"Never the less, it's gone."

"Voldemort," Harry said.

"What about him?"

"I - I can't feel him anymore! M-maybe he snuffed it?"

"I doubt we're that lucky," Tonks said.

"Any ideas what happened just now?" Hermione asked Tonks.

"Not a clue," Tonks sadly admitted. "But if Harry's feeling alright, I think it is safe to worry about the what later."

"But," Hermione began to complain.

"It seems you two have had a very interesting afternoon," Tonks said broaching no argument as the two teens blushed, remembering they were still very naked and had just made love in front of Tonks. "Now put your clothes on so we can have some supper."

"Supper?" Harry asked.

"It's after seven," Tonks added.

The two teens realized they had been doing it for over six hours. They got up and did as they were asked.

The three of them finished their dinner and retired to a couple of couches in the Great Room of the Private Apartments. Tonks had promised them at dinner that she would begin telling them everything she knew about what really was going on. Tonks looked intently at Hermione to begin with.

"Hermione," she asked, "did Harry show you his notebook?"

"At lunch," Hermione nodded.

"Anything else?"

"He told me his father's parents were still alive when his parents died."

Tonks nodded. "By law, unless the Last Will and Testament of James Charles Potter said otherwise, Harry should have come here to live after his parents died," Tonks said. "Even if it did say otherwise, because Harry is heir to the Potter estate, he should have spent much of his childhood here. And his Muggle relations could have done nothing to stop either his being sent here to live or to visit."

"Then why was he with the Dursleys?"

"We'll get to that. So have you reached any conclusions based upon the notebook and things?"

"Not - not really. There's still more questions than answers."

"Do you have a working theory, Hermione?"

Hermione nodded.

"And?" Tonks asked.

"Dumbledore is setting Harry up for something and whatever it is, it won't be good for Harry."

"Very good, although in truth that's an understatement."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Harry, you have at least two mortal enemies. The obvious one is - erm - V-v-v-voldem-mort. Damn! I actually said his name! Anyway, he's obvious. He's been trying to kill you since you were born and he is hardly subtle about it. V-voldemort is an in your face kind of bastard. You always can see him coming, so to speak, and he doesn't care. As dangerous as he is, however, he pales when compared to Harry's other mortal enemy."

"Dumbledore?" Hermione asked.

Tonks nodded. "Dumbledore is manipulative, devious as all hell and prefers to be subtle and lurk in the shadows. Unlike V-voldemort, Dumbledore's enemies are led to believe he is their friend and ally. They never see the knife that kills them and Dumbledore is extremely good at covering his tracks so that all evidence points somewhere else. As far as we know, he might have killed a couple of people himself. But he has caused the deaths of scores or more, all the while being the most revered wizard in our society."

"Why? Why would he do that?"

"Same reason as Voldie, to be honest. Like Voldie, he is a Pureblood Supremacist who believes the wizarding world should rule all and Purebloods should rule the wizarding world. He calls this 'The Greater Good,' but is very adept at hiding his true purpose from most of the world. Unlike Voldie, Dumbledore really is a Halfblood, but keeps that under his hat, and already controls the Wizengamot, Hogwarts and the International Confederation of Wizards. Although he has refused to become Minister for Magic many times, he controls that post as well."

"But all the stuff Fudge said and did," Harry countered, "all the stuff in the Prophet this past year."

"Do you really think that just happened? I can tell you it was all part of Dumbledore's scheme, and he has many."

"And Umbridge?"

"She could never have set foot in Hogsmeade much less Hogwarts without Dumbledore's approval."

"And the Dementor attack on me and my cousin?"

"Ah yes. That was all Umbridge. But the bitch is back at her post within the Ministry. Dumbledore tacitly approved the attack."

"WHAT? WHY?" Harry and Hermione both exclaimed.

"Did Dumbledore tell you about the Prophesy, Harry?" Tonks asked.

Harry nodded.

"Have you told Hermione?"

Harry shook his head. "Was going to, but have not."

"Tell her."

Harry did as he was told. Hermione gasped and Harry could tell she was now silently crying. He pulled her into a hug.

"Did he tell you what it meant?"

"It means only I can kill the bastard," Harry said. "It also implies I'll win, but not survive."

"That is the meaning Dumbledore wants you to believe, Harry. It is the meaning he wanted us to believe. He told us about the Prophesy the day before the Battle at the Ministry."

"Why then? Why not sooner?"

"I believe it was because he could not trust Sirius when it came to you. I believe he suspected that anything he said about you got back to Sirius somehow and therefore kept his real plans as close to the vest for as long as he could. Dumbledore held an Order meeting at the Weasleys to discuss your - er - future or lack there of. Naturally, Sirius was stuck in Grimmauld Place and could not attend. Whenever Dumbledore needed to get help from the Order regarding his real plans for you, he cut Sirius out of the loop, since he knew Sirius would not support him."

"Why?"

"You've been screwed, Harry. Ever since that night in May of 1980 when that old bat Trelawney made that Prophesy, you've been screwed."

"Yeah, well having that nut job Voldemort after you tends to do that."

"Voldemort is dangerous, Harry. This is true. Yet you've fought him more than any man alive and always to at least a draw. It won't take a lot of training for you to be able to defeat him with relative ease."

"Then why haven't I been getting any training?"

"Only two people have stood toe to toe with the bastard and lived, Harry: you and Dumbledore. You are at least as powerful as Voldie, probably much more powerful. The reason you haven't beaten him is what he lacks in power he makes up for in experience. But he's an arrogant ass. With a little training, your power and his arrogance will be his undoing."

"And yet why no training?" Harry asked again.

"Dumbledore told you the Prophesy meant Voldemort, right?"

Harry nodded.

Tonks shook her head. "That's just what he wants you to think. You grew up in the Muggle world. You have never learned the nuances of magical society including that certain words and phrases mean something different in the magical world, especially when spoken by a pureblood to a wizard from an ancient line."

"I don't understand," Harry and Hermione said in unison.

"What's Voldemort's real name?"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," Harry said.

Tonks nodded. "Not a pureblood name is it?"

"Don't think so."

"It's not," Hermione said. "In Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy it lists all the Pureblood and Aristocratic Wizarding families as of the date of publication. The copy I saw was from 1961, well after Riddle was born and the name Riddle does not exist."

"Riddle is, as you should know, half blood," Tonks continued. "His mother was named Marope Gaunt, a pureblood witch of at best borderline ability from a family at the bottom of society that had been inbreeding for goodness knows how many generations. His father was a Muggle. He was neither of Pureblood nor noble birth. And, like you two, he was raised in the Muggle world, ignorant of ours and our culture."

"And this matters because?" Harry began.

"Trelawney is a Pureblood and like most people believes Dumbledore is as well. She made her prophesy as a Pureblood to a Pureblood. The Prophesy refers to the One who can defeat a Dark Lord, correct?"

Harry nodded.

"In Pureblood parlance, Lord has a very specific meaning. It does not mean Voldemort at all. It cannot. Voldemort is not a Lord under Wizarding Law. He is not the head of a Noble House. Thus, the Dark Lord referred to in the Prophesy is not Voldemort."

"Then why is he after me?"

"Because he does not know that. His asinine followers tagged him with that Dark Lord nonsense believing he was the Pureblood heir of Slytherin. But the Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin has not existed in seven hundred years. Despite his nickname, he is not nor can he be a Lord. The Dark Lord must be the head of a Noble House, Harry."

"Then why does everyone think otherwise?"

"There is no doubt that Voldemort is more powerful than most, Harry. But there are two wizards more powerful than him. One is Albus Dumbledore. The other is you. And of the two, you are potentially the most powerful."

"Potentially?"

"I'm an Auror, Harry. One of the spells I can do is one that can measure the strength and signature of a person's magical core. It is a silent spell. The target cannot detect it as it causes no effect, feeling or harm. Healers know it as well. The strength is measured as a number on the Ganter Magical Scale. Magical strength of creature, being or wizard is expressed as a number between 1 and 1000. Most witches and wizards are between 150 and 350. These scores are part of your school records. Riddle was a 505, well above the norm. Dumbledore is a 535. Hermione here is 490. You, on the other hand are a conundrum."

"How so?"

"Your score is 478. Not bad at all, really. The problem is your magical core is bound."

"What's that mean?"

"There is a spell that is cast on 'problem children,' those being children who display excessive and dangerous outbursts of accidental magic. It binds the magical core, traps the energy inside and allows it to dissipate slowly over time rather than in a single outburst. It supposed to be done by a fully qualified Healer, and all such bindings must be recorded and the child monitored by a Healer. By law, the core must be unbound by the time the child starts a magical school. Your's is still bound. It's been bound since you were between five and eight years old. There is no record of it or any indication you ever saw a Healer. And Madam Pomphrey, as talented as she is, does not count as seeing a Healer. About fifty percent of your magical power is contained."

"Fifty percent?"

"Your true Ganter Score should be around 930 Harry. Someone bound your core without authority and you've been operating at about half power this whole time. You fight Death Eaters and Voldemort to a stand still, drive off a hundred Dementors with a simple Patronus Charm, and you're doing it with little training and one hand tied behind your back! If we remove the binding, your stunner will probably be almost as lethal at full power as the Killing Curse itself."

"So I was bound because I was too powerful?"

"Yes and no. Yes, you are quite powerful, but that's what training is for; to teach you how to control your power. No, you were bound to make you easier to kill. The reason you survived the Killing Curse is not because of some mythical sacrifice by your Mum. You were too powerful for that spell - PERIOD. With the binding in place, it can kill you."

"Shit! That means while Voldemort is trying to kill me, someone else is trying to make it so he can kill me!"

Tonks nodded.

"Who?"

"The Dark Lord in the Prophesy, Harry. The one who heard the whole thing. The one who wants your to believe that Voldemort is your only enemy. The one who is the Head of a Pureblood, Noble House."

"Dumbledore?"

Tonks nodded.

"But he's the leader of the Light," Hermione protested.

"Indeed," Tonks said. "Have you ever read the Bible, Hermione?"

She nodded.

"The Book of Revelations perhaps?"

"It was not part of the catechism, but you know me and books."

"How was the Antichrist described at first?"

"A hero. A savior. A man who could sit at all tables. A man the people thought was…"

"A leader of the Light, perhaps?"

"Surely we aren't talking about that Prophesy?"

"I certainly hope not, but the literary and historical truth in Revelations is relevant. The most dangerous evil is that which sneaks up on everyone. The wolf in sheep's clothing, if you will. Voldemort is feared, but he's also in the open. Yes, he has followers, but he can only command by force. He trusts no one and rules his world by fear alone.

"Far more dangerous is the evil man who appears benign, helpful, and good. He smiles in your face and strokes your ego. He appears as friend to all and pushes agendas that he does not believe in but that will gain him support. Only when he controls all will he show his true colors and by then it's too late.

"He promotes laws favorable to those who have suffered in the past and Muggle Borns and Muggles in particular. Yet, as Head of the Wizengamot, he controls who will serve as Minister for Magic and what cases go to trial. The laws are on the books and praised by those who believe in them, but it is the rare individual who is ever prosecuted for breaking those laws. The Wizengamot looks the other way while the corrupt Pureblood Elitists in the Ministry accept bribes to drop charges. Dolores Umbridge is evil enough to give Voldie a run for his money. Were she not a Pureblood, albeit from a lower class, non-noble House, she would be rotting in Azkaban, yet she's back at her old job.

"Dumbledore and Voldemort differ in their tactics and methods to gain and hold power. Otherwise, they are similar. They both believe and want a caste society. Purebloods will rule the world. Muggles will be at the bottom and the rest of us based upon magic and blood status will live somewhere in between. I can tell you, most of us do not believe this nonsense. Voldie succeeds because he is ruthless and has ruthless followers. Dumbledore succeeds because he is invisible.

"For years, Voldie was Dumbledore's chief rival for power. Dumbledore had the true edge. He was appointed Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot in 1946 and thus controls the legislature and the courts. He's been asked to become Minister more times than anyone should. He's refused since he's figured out he can control the bastards. He's been headmaster of Hogwarts since 1953, and thereby controls education and what young people learn and believe because if it is not taught at Hogwarts, it is believed that it is not worth teaching. He's head of the International Confederation of Wizards. He all but owns the Daily Prophet. The only part of our world he does not control is Gringotts.

"Dumbledore's real hold on power, however, is the Order of the Phoenix. It was not formed to fight Voldemort. It was formed as a Pureblood secret society around 1920 to promote and push forward the Pureblood Greater Good. During the first War with Voldie and since his return, it has added its combat arm, one that admits any witch or wizard opposed to Voldie. But the Pureblood core has never stopped.

"Sirius Black joined to fight Voldie. He was, however, a legacy. His father, Grandfather and Great-grandfather were all Order members. His younger brother joined the Death Eaters after joining the Order to act as an agent for the Order. Two others that we know of also became Death Eaters on Dumbledore's orders - Severus Snape and Peter Pettigrew. Both were sent in either as spies or agents.

"Severus was and is a double agent. He spies on Voldie and his followers and reports to Voldie about the Order. He gives Voldie just enough useful information to maintain his cover.

"Sirius's younger brother was sent in as an agent to discover what Voldie was on about. Voldie had claimed he had defeated Death or some such and Dumbledore needed to know what that meant. Regulus Black died in the attempt, although we do not yet know how.

"Peter Pettigrew was sent in after he became Secret Keeper for your parents. Stroke of luck it was for Dumbledore that Sirius had that brilliant plan. Sirius was not about to go over. Pettigrew would."

"Why would Dumbledore do that?" Hermione asked.

"When Dumbledore heard the Prophesy, he suspected what it meant. A boy would be born who could put an end once and for all to his dream of Pureblood Supremacy. Two boys fit that description: Neville Longbottom, a Pureblood whose family privately could care less about the Pureblood agenda but publicly appear to be supporters; and Harry Potter, a half blood from an Ancient and Noble House that had historically despised Pureblood culture. The enemy had to be the Half-Blood.

"Since that date, Harry Potter must die in Dumbledore's eyes. What better way than for it to be at the hands of Voldemort or his follower or someone else. Had Harry been raised here, no one could have gotten to him. Instead, his mother was convinced that Dumbledore's house in Godric's Hollow was safer. It was not as we know. Peter Pettigrew was sent into the Death Eaters to give Harry up on a silver platter.

"Obviously, that failed. Dumbledore believed then that it was because of his mother's sacrifice. Truth is, it was because he was too powerful to be killed by that curse, but Dumbledore did not know it.

"Plan two: he sends Harry to the Dursleys. He knew what they were like and hoped they'd kill him either by their beatings or starvation or whatever. Harry's magic saved him time and again, which is why we believe Dumbledore bound his core. But as he to this day has no idea just how powerful Harry is, the binding was not enough.

"Plan three: keep Harry in the dark. We think Ron Weasley befriended Harry on his mother's orders. We know she is an inner core, Pureblood Order member and has been for a long time. We think Ron was supposed to ensure that Harry would follow in his footsteps academically and become a serious underachiever. At some point, the plan was that the Prophesy would be revealed, yet Harry would not receive the training he would need and in the end would be killed.

"In the meantime, each year presented an opportunity for his untimely demise. First year, you can bet Dumbledore knew Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort and seeking the Philosophers Stone. It should never have been taken out of its vault in Gringotts. The traps to 'protect' the stone were set up so that Harry and his friends could get through most all of them. Dumbledore hoped Quirrell would get lucky and kill Harry and that he would still fail to get the stone, but Harry killed Quirrell instead.

"Second year, Dumbledore knew as soon as the Chamber opened what was up. He did not know Ginny Weasley was the one. Didn't care either. He knew Harry was going after whatever it was and he knew the monster was a basilisk. He figured Harry's chance of seeing the summer were non-existent. Yet Harry killed the beast.

"Third year, Dumbledore allowed the Dementors into the area to 'protect' Harry from his Godfather. Truth is, Dumbledore knew all along Sirius was innocent. Sirius was sent to Azkaban without trial. True, there was a law in effect at the time that allowed that - but only for a marked Death Eater and Sirius did not have the mark. Without the mark, Sirius was entitled by law to a trial, one which would have seen him acquitted, but Dumbledore's long term plan for Harry's death could not work if Sirius remained in the picture. So he was sent to prison.

"When he escaped, Dumbledore used Dementors. In part, he hoped they might stumble on Sirius and kill him. In reality though, he was hoping they'd finish off Harry. The Dementors attacked the train to do just that and might have succeeded had not Harry chosen to sit in the same compartment as Remus, a family friend. They tried him again at a Quidditch match, but…"

"Wait," Hermione interrupted, "but Dumbledore saved him! He fell off his broom and surely would have died!"

"Harry's fall was well within Dumbledore's power to prevent," Tonks said. "Many knew that. Had he done nothing, it would have looked suspicious. It most certainly would not be subtle.

"The final dementor attack that year was on Dumbledore's orders. Somehow, Harry survived. That was why he suggested you two go back in time. He knew Harry would try and save everyone and everything and was certain the Dementors would get him given a second chance, and Sirius as well. He was livid when he failed twice.

"Fourth year. If your think for one moment that he did not know that the man you then knew as Professor Moody was an imposter and a Death Eater, you're fooling yourself. Barty Crouch, Jr. was an open book to Dumbledore. Years in Azakaban can do that to you. The real Moody has not trusted Dumbledore since.

"Did Dumbledore know what Crouch was up to? No. He did know that Harry's entrance into the Tri-Wizard was probably a murder plot. Harry was expected to die. He did not. But, the guilt Harry felt over the death of Diggory set a new plan in motion.

"The plan had always been that Harry would be groomed to die the Martyr's death. When the time came, he would march to his death at the hands of either Voldie or his minions. He would do so willingly and his whole life from the moment his parents died had been orchestrated to achieve that end goal. The return of Sirius Black posed a major road bump on that path."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Your grandfather Charles Potter never trusted Dumbledore. When your Great-grandfather Charlus died in '78, Charles became Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. In '76, Sirius had a falling out with his mother Walburga. His father, Orion Black, could barely stand the woman, but agreed to name Sirius's younger brother as heir to the Black estate. Sirius moved in with your father's family here on the estate.

"In '79, Regulus was killed. The Blacks knew this since his death was witnessed by their House Elf. Without telling his wife, Orion reinstated Sirius. Sirius again became the heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Black.

"When Dumbledore insisted that James and Lily move to his home in Godrics Hollow in June of '80 following the Prophesy, Charles was livid. The Dumbledore property was barely protected and even the promised Fidelius Charm could be compromised. The Potter estate, by contrast, is as impregnable as magic can allow. It is safer than Hogwarts or Gringotts for that matter. Your parents could have raised you to adulthood here without fear of Death Eaters or Voldie.

"Your Mum was the problem. Your father was indifferent about the whole thing. Your Mum trusted Dumbledore. It was she who agreed to move to Godrics Hollow. Charles objected most vehemently. Sirius objected as well. Here, there would be no need for a Secret Keeper and he knew he was the Potters' first choice. Dumbledore suggested Pettigrew and to use Sirius as a decoy and Sirius relented. It was a couple of months before your parents death when Pettigrew raised suspicion. Sirius, as heir to an Ancient and Noble House and Charles as head of one confronted Dumbledore and demanded in no uncertain terms that you and your parents return to Potter Manor.

"As you can suppose, Dumbledore ignored the request. Sirius then threatened to invoke his rights of Guardianship should anything happen to your parents."

"Guardianship?" Harry asked.

"Every magical child has a magical guardian," Tonks began. "It is always a wizard. Obviously, if the father is a wizard, he is the child's magical guardian. If the father is not a wizard, it would have to be someone else. Until the child becomes a legal adult, the magical guardian acts as their magical parent. The Guardian decides all things with respect to that child: where it will live, whether it will attend school before Hogwarts, whether it will have an allowance and if so how much, what kind of medical treatment the child will receive. Basically, everything a parent does. Particularly in Pureblood or aristocratic families, the magical guardian can also arrange a marriage for the child.

"The wizard father can designate a magical guardian for his children in his Will in the event of his death. But while the designation is usually upheld, it can be challenged by those who have a right to the position by law. That includes: the paternal grandfather of the child, the godfather of the child and, if the child is deemed a member of an Ancient and Noble House, the Head of House or heir apparent if said heir is of age. The challenge to a Will would be determined by the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."

"Dumbledore," Harry hissed.

"Indeed. Under your father's Will, Sirius was to be your magical guardian. Your grandfather had no problem with that and felt it was best because Sirius was supposedly in with Dumbledore while he was in fact not. He knew how far a challenge would go as to your guardianship if he raised if based upon his status as Grandfather or even Head of House. He was persona non grata with Dumbledore and then Ministry as he opposed them on many issues in the Wizengamot and was less than tactful about it. His challenge would be in the dustbin by morning.

"Sirius, though, was another matter. Sirius did not trust the bastard either. He was named in the Will as your Guardian and had common law claim to you as both your Godfather and heir apparent as one of your Heads of House."

"Wait a tic," Hermione interjected. "How was Sirius Harry's Head of House when his Granddad was Head of the House of Potter?"

"Harry was Sirius's second cousin once removed. They had a common ancestor who was Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black: Phineas Nigelus Black, a former Headmaster of Hogwarts. Phineas was Harry's Great-great-great Grandfather - and mine as well - and Sirius's Great-great Grandfather. James Potter and Sirius were second cousins. As such, Harry is part of the Clan Black and Sirius was ultimately Head of House or Clan. True, while he was alive, Charles Potter was Harry's true Head of House. But upon his death and until Harry came into his full inheritance, Sirius became his Head of House.

"Under all three laws, Sirius claim of guardianship was superior to Dumbledore's. The only reason Dumbledore could even act as your guardian was due to Sirius's sojourn in Azkaban. He really could not perform his duties from there. Still, once Sirius escaped, he had the right and power to become your guardian."

"But he was on the run," Harry noted.

"He was never convicted of a crime. There were no charges pending against him. By law and magic, he became your guardian early in your Third Year and there was noting Dumbledore could do about it. This was a set back to Dumbledore's Master Plan, but one he could live with at the time as he did not think Sirius would do anything rash. This was why he took the calculated risk of letting you try to rescue Sirius from certain execution."

"Master Plan?"

"Greater Good, Harry. Dumbledore's plan is complex and involved and filled with contingencies, but they all lead to the same result: Dumbledore as unquestioned supreme leader of the entire Wizarding World. Emperor Albus the First. He was close to gaining near total control of Britain when Voldie came onto the scene as a direct competitor. With the Prophesy, he believed that his real enemy was you and that provided him with a masterful plan.

"You see, his plan for you is simple. You are supposed to die fighting Voldemort."

"I figured out that bit."

"Whether you succeed or not is of no moment for if you fail, Dumbledore will off the bastard. Either way, the Great Harry Potter will be dead and his mentor will reap the glory, paving his way to full control of the government. However, while he has been politically the most powerful wizard in Britain for ages, political power without the financial wherewithal to back it up is not worth much. He needs money and lots of it. As Lord Dumbledore, head of a Noble House, he has credentials, but his House lost its wealth centuries ago.

"The Noble and Ancient House of Potter, on the other hand, that is one of the if not the wealthiest House in all Britain. With the full financial backing of those resources, Dumbledore would be unstoppable. He had been denied backing from the two previous Heads: Charlus and Charles. He thought he had an in with your father, until the prophesy was made and it was clear that your family had to die. When you survived, there was his third option: the surviving heir Harry Potter."

"You mean in addition to wanting me dead he also wants to steal my family's money?"

Tonks nodded.

"That bastard! How? How can he do this?"

"His original plan was temporarily thwarted when Sirius resumed his duties. His plan was two fold: first, as your magical guardian, should you die before you turn seventeen and die without issue - as in a child - he takes control of the Potter Estate as there are no other heirs. He had hoped you would snuff it before now. However, he had a backup plan in the event you lived longer than anticipated. This summer, he was going to execute a marriage contract between you and Ginerva Weasley."

"WHAT?" the two teens cried in unison.

Tonks nodded. "That was before Sirius. If you were still alive after your fifth year, you would marry Ginny later this summer. She would become a baby factory, pumping out Potter sprogs until she gave birth to a son."

"Why Ginny?" Harry asked.

"Her Mum. Molly Weasley is one of Dumbledore's most fervent followers, remember? She's been inner circle Order since she turned seventeen and is from a family that have been in the Order and supported the Old Man Greater Good since the beginning. When your parents died, the Old Man told Molly of his plan and she had Arthur offer you a marriage contract. One of many, I'm sure, but as your guardian, the Old Man had the power to accept or reject contracts on your behalf until you came of age. Sirius ruined that.

"With Sirius as your guardian, Ginny could not become your wife and baby factory by contract. She had to get you herself and, while she had been groomed practically from birth to be your bride, she's a teenager and gave into teenage impulses allowing you to - er - look elsewhere. She also proved somewhat shy about you. She was supposed to get you to take her to the Yule Ball."

"She went with Neville," Harry observed.

"And Neville asked her within days of the announcement while you waited weeks to ask anyone. She then began dating others. So long as Sirius remained your guardian, she was out of the picture. Hence, this past year."

"What about this past year?"

"Well, ever since Sirius reclaimed guardianship over you, with the exception of the night Peter Pettigrew was uncovered, he has been keeping a low profile. Dumbledore had hoped that the rash and reckless Sirius was still there. Instead, Sirius was more mature and did not rush in without a damn good reason. the Old Man hoped he would get caught and thrown back into Azkaban or get killed. It didn't happen."

"Why didn't Dumbledore just expose him?" Hermione asked.

"He does not work that way. That is an overt attack on someone many considered a loyal member of the Pureblood inner circle. the Old Man is into stealth and subtlety, not in your face tactics, remember?

"We knew that Voldie was looking for the Prophesy since the middle of the summer thanks to Snape. We knew he finally learned that only Harry or he could retrieve it by mid Autumn. Voldie was not about to do it himself and was at a loss as to how to get Harry to do it for him right up until just before Christmas when Harry saw the attack on Arthur Weasley. Voldie now knew it was possible to enter and maybe control Harry's mind. Just after Christmas, this news was reported to the Old Man by Snape. Voldie knew nothing about Harry's relationship with Sirius then. His plan was to wait until summer and then convince Harry that one of his friends, probably Hermione, was in the Department of Mysteries.

"Dumbledore saw a chance to get to Sirius. First, Snape reported to Voldie that there was someone who was not in Hogwarts whom Harry would probably play hero to save - Sirius. the Old Man also told Snape to give you Occlumency lessons."

"Those didn't go well," Harry grumped.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"On what Snape was actually told to teach you. He wasn't teaching Occulmency."

"What?"

"Prior to the beginning of the next term, all books on the subject were removed from the school. the Old Man knew that 'the brightest witch of her age' would make a bee line for them and would learn real quick you were not being taught Occlumency at all. Occlumency, as you know, is a mind art that shields the mind from magical intrusion. Snape was teaching you its opposite, Oriency, which is the art studied by seers and such to open their minds. He was basically making it easier for Voldie to get to you."

"I fucking thought so!"

"The plan was simple by Dumbledore standards. Voldie would send you an image of Sirius being tortured, you'd go charging to the rescue and maybe get yourself killed. If not, Sirius would not sit still and do nothing. Sirius would insist on joining the Harry rescue and if the Death Eaters didn't kill him, the Old Man would and make it look like Sirius step in the way of a curse meant for someone else. The execution proved highly problematic."

"How so?"

"Both the Old Man and Voldie figured that once you got the image, you'd be off. They figured you'd head to Hogsmeade or a nearby Floo and Floo to the Ministry. They figured you'd be alone. Except, you didn't Floo in. You flew in on Thestrals. You tried to check and see if the image was real or not. You did not go alone.

"From the time that you got Voldie's image until you finally arrived at the Ministry, over seven hours elapsed. Had the attack been real, Sirius would have been dead for hours. We knew you were coming by a slow method and told the Old Man that we should send a party to cover the entrances to the Ministry. He shot it down saying that Harry probably was not really on a rescue mission, rather wanted to be there when the dire news broke. When we learned you actually were heading into the Ministry, the Old Man prevented us from launching a rescue for forty-five minutes. By then, four of your friends were down and you and Neville were fighting for your lives.

"It was the worst possible scenario for us, jumping into a pitched battle without any recon or intelligence. It was bound to get someone killed. An unlucky break, it happened to be Sirius." Tonks wiped a tear from her eye.

"Harry, I know you probably blame yourself for what happened. Don't. Sirius was set up by Dumbledore. Everything that happened to you since Christmas was set up to expose Sirius and get him killed. He suspected that possibility, but went anyway hoping he was wrong. But he went in prepared for the worst to happen to him."

"Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Dumbledore and Snape are both masters of Legillimency. Snape was practically mind raping you once a week for months. Had we told you anything, Dumbledore would have known and would have made it impossible for us to help you."

"Who's we?"

"We called ourselves alternately 'The Dumbledown League' and the 'Harry Potter Fan Club.' We are opposed to the Old Man and are dedicated to defeating his 'Greater Good.' Once we learned you place in that plan, we decided to figure out a way to remove you from the Old Man' equation. Sirius was our leader. Most of us are in the Order and have been sharing information regarding the Old Man and you for years. We also have spies in the Ministry, myself being one. Anything on you or the Old Man or that poses a threat to us, we report. In addition to Sirius and me, there's Remus, Bill Weasley and his fiancé Fleur, Professor McGonagall, Arabella Figg, Amelia Bones, Alastor Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt. We are all accomplished Occlumens so the Old Man and his snake haven't spotted us yet. We all are in this for different reasons, but we all are in this to end the Old Man. Voldie too, for that matter. But the Old Man is the more dangerous of the two.

"Remus, Sirius, Amelia and Bill are Purebloods whom the Old Man believe are fanatic supporters of the Order's true agenda - Pureblood rule. Sirius, Remus, Arabella and Bill and Fleur are considered too close to Harry for the Harry Potter agenda. But anything we learn is reported to everyone. Over the past two years, we have learned what is really going on and we realized it needs to stop. Our plan was and is to deny the Old Man his prize pawn - Harry Potter. Even if Sirius had not passed, you would have been removed here today. And - you would have received this:" Tonks handed Harry a parchment.

I, Sirius Orion Black, by the Will of my father, Lord Orion Signus Black the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, by the Will of my friend James Charles Potter, then Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, by right as Godfather and as Head of the House of Black, being Magical and Legal Guardian of my Ward and Designated Heir, Harry James Potter, do hereby this day find that my Ward has shown the Courage, Honor, Integrity, and Maturity beyond that of any and has shown that he is ready to assume the rights and responsibilities of an adult and the right to come into his inheritance and to assume the Mantle as the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter.

As such, by the powers vested in me at law and by magic as his Guardian, I hereby declare my Ward, Harry James Potter, fully emancipated from all bonds, oaths, contracts, and laws applicable to and binding upon a minor wizard and do hereby declare him an adult from this day forward and for all time.

Signed and Sworn this 24th Day of May, 1996 under my Seal as Head of House,

Lord Sirius Orion Black

Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, former Guardian of Lord Harry James Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter pursuant to the provision of the Last Will and Testament of Lord Charles David Potter as duly recorded with the Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot and Goblins of Gringotts Bank as effective on November 1st, 1988.

We, the undersigned, do attest, that the above named executor is of sound mind, that he executes this document of his own free will and is not under duress or compulsion magical or otherwise and that this is his free and voluntary act.

Ragnok - Chief and Director of Gringotts

Tarbaka - Senior Accounts Manager and Potter Estate Trustess

Griphook - Junior Accounts Manager

Above document duly filed and recorded and made effective:

Julie Preston, Recorder of Law, Ministry of Magic: 30 May 1996

Horace Slesterson, Clerk of Records Wizengamot: 4 June 1996

Karaspash: Recorder of Deeds and Records, Gringotts: 28 May 1996

"Erm," Harry began, "just what does this mean?"

"Step one in our plan to give you your life back, Milord Potter," Tonks said. "You are now legally an adult and Dumbledore can piss off regarding his plans for you. He can no longer - ever - access or take control of your estate and any plans he has with regards to your romantic life," Tonks smiled at Harry and Hermione both, "are now rubbish. Moreover, as an adult and a Head of an Ancient and Noble House, you now outrank him. True, he is more powerful. But our laws are hierarchical. You have more rights than he does and he knows it.

"Moreover, your House alone controls votes in the Wizengamot, votes formerly held in proxy by the Old Man. He just lost those. You're aligned with Houses Longbottom and Bones. You will also become Lord Black, with the Black votes and its allies. That will give you direct control over a significant number of votes. Not a majority, but you may be close. the Old Man never truly enjoyed complete control of a majority. With some help, you may be able to get a majority and, should the Old Man piss you off, you can remove him from his position as Chief Warlock and appoint his successor. Ditto the Minister for Magic."

"The bastard already has," Harry grumbled.

"For now, it would be best to assign a proxy of your own. Madam Bones or Longbottom are fair bets. You will receive copies of proposed legislation and such, but they are fair minded. You cannot truly take your seat until you turn seventeen, despite being emancipated. I would suggest, Milord, you stay out of the political limelight for now, unless you are under direct threat from the Old Man and / or the Ministry. That's when your Potter-Black votes should be used."

"I'll keep that in mind. Now, I suppose I am here for a reason?"

"Indeed. While you are now an adult, the Old Man cannot be trusted not to try and meddle. Here, he cannot get to you. It's your call, Milord Potter, but our plan was to keep you safe and provide you with training you will need both in combat and war and peace, politics and business so that the Pureblood threats can be dealt with and you can have the life you want and not what others want for you."

Harry drifted into thought. To be honest, he'd rather be the horny teenager shagging his girl than have to deal with all of this.