CHAPTER NINE: SIRIUSLY OR SERIOUSLY
MONDAY, JUNE 24, 1996. Potter Manor.
Harry did not know whether his current predicament was amusing, disturbing or the beginning of a pattern. As soon has Hermione finished telling him about bonds and bonding rituals and suggesting he might need to consider taking on another Consort or a Concubine to ensure that he can legally have a blood heir to both Houses, she had then asked whether he still wanted her to suck him off. He told her he'd rather shag her senseless, but she was still a little sore. That being said, he offered to do her first. They soon found themselves naked, on the same reading bench in the same spot as they had been the day before when they had each relieved the other of their virginity. There was a long period of kissing, caressing and Harry sucking Hermione's breasts before Harry finally got between her legs to further explore her sex with his tongue.
She had only cum moments before and they had changed places. Harry was sitting on the bench and Hermione was kneeling between his legs and had begun licking his shaft as she had the day before. Harry noticed movement in his peripheral vision, his focus having been on watching his girl begin to pleasure him. Harry looked up and saw Tonks approaching and could not help but roll his eyes.
"Wotcher, you two," she said as she continued walking over to them. To Harry it seemed as if she had no idea that anything was going on. He looked down and saw Hermione had looked up and watched as Tonks sat next to them.
"Hi Tonks,' Hermione said, again as if nothing unusual was happening.
"That's some wand you got there, Milord," Tonks added with a smile looking at Harry's fully aroused state.
"It is indeed," Hermione said with a giggle. To Harry's surprise, Hermione then took him into her mouth. The witch didn't care!
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Hmmm?" was all she could manage with her mouthful of him.
"You don't mind Tonks being here?"
"Hm-mmm." which Harry took correctly as a negative. Considering his most sensitive organ was in very close proximity to lots of teeth and that Hermione was not about to stop, there was little Harry could do but lean back and enjoy her efforts. Another Outstanding, he thought minutes later when he finished. Hermione was never one to merely Exceed Expectations and that was proving true about her ability to pleasure him as well.
As Hermione climbed into his lap for her cuddle, Tonks said: "Can't leave you two alone without you two getting naked and going at it, can I?"
"You don't have to watch, you know," Harry said a little annoyed at the older witch.
"Ah, but it is entertaining. So much better watching you two than Muggle Porn. Your show yesterday gave me such wonderful wanking material for last night! Besides, it doesn't look like the two of you mind."
Harry and Hermione chuckled. Truth was he didn't and … "Having an audience turns her on," he said.
"Guess she's a frustrated actress or something," Tonks chided.
"More like a horny, little slut," Harry said, surprised that Hermione merely giggled in reply.
"More like a little of both," Hermione whispered softly. "At least when it comes to Harry."
"With that wand of his, I can see why," Tonks said with a laugh.
"It's not the size of the sea," Hermione replied, "it's the motion of the ocean."
"And how is his ocean motion?"
"Unbelievable!" she sighed.
"Well, his sea size is impressive as well. Bigger and longer than average."
"Really?"
Tonks nodded.
"Ooooh, I'm so lucky! Envy of all the girls!" Hermione cooed to Harry.
"Is that an 'I shag the Boy-Who-Lived' comment?" Harry asked jokingly.
"Honestly! No. It's a 'my man speaks softly, carries a huge sword, and knows how to use it to take me to heaven' comment! I'd rather have 'The Boy-Who-Can-Shag-Me-Senseless' any day, or night for that matter."
"Good to know."
"Well," Tonks said, "now that the two of you are good and shagged…"
"Actually," Harry said, "compared to yesterday we have not yet begun to really shag!"
"Fine," Tonks continued, "now that the Harry and Hermione show is in intermission, we need to continue our talk from yesterday. So, let's head back over to the table and we can continue."
Hermione and Harry dressed with some reluctance. It was a little difficult as her clothes were strewn about all over the place, as were Harry's.
"Forced to wonder," Harry mused, "would you have stopped had your parents walked in on us?"
Hermione looked at him and chewed her lip for a moment. "Before or after starting?"
"Both."
"Before, maybe. After, that's their problem."
"Really? How would they react?"
"Probably freak the first time. Then again, they never stopped when I walked in on them, so…"
"Really?" Harry was a bit surprised. As far as he knew the only evidence that his Aunt and Uncle had ever been even partially naked in front of each other, much less anyone else, was their son. Then again, Harry did know about artificial insemination so maybe that was not proof at all. He took his seat next to a relaxed yet naked Hermione.
"Okay, let's try and focus," Tonks said. "I'm hoping you can manage to keep your sword out of her scabbard 'til we get through this, Sir Shags-a-lot."
"I like that one," Hermione giggled. "Much better than The-Boy-Who-Lived, don't you think Harry? I promise to all but stop with the 'Milords' and 'Masters' if I can call you that all the time."
"Ugh!" Harry complained. "Until yesterday it was Sir Never-Shagged-At-All and now this?"
"Really?" Tonks asked. "He really must have the Ocean Motion thing going then. Most boys are bollocks at shagging at first."
"And now," Harry continued, "it seems it's Sir Shagged-Too-Much…"
"What? Hermione?"
"Ten times yesterday," Hermione said. "You saw shag number six. Oh and there was oral and hand before, so maybe it was an even dozen if they count. And two more oral later. I'm still a little sore and…" Hermione finally blushed Harry noted.
"And she has barred my basilisk from her Chamber of Secret since we woke up this morning," he grumped, although he was somewhat faking it. She wasn't the only one who over-shagged it, although he was hoping he had recovered faster.
Tonks got a laugh out of that one. "Oh you poor thing," she giggled.
"My poor pecker, more like. Finally gets a romp and then cut off without so much as a by your leave? He's pining!"
"Well, he can just pine some more 'cause we have work to do. While those of us who want to help you want you to have some fun for once, there is also work to be done. And now it's work time, not play with Hermione bits time."
"Yes Ma'am," Harry said in a false sulk. He knew given this chance he would have used this summer to work on getting rid of Voldemort. Now, he knew he had two dark bastards to deal with. He needed to work.
"Right then," Tonks said. "Although I am ninety-nine percent certain Hermione here is your Consort, Lord Potter, we need to be totally certain."
"And how do we know for certain?"
Tonks pulled a large, golden ring out. "This is the Ring of the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. It is your seal, your family seal. There's a larger one in your office upstairs, but this will do as well. It can only be worn by the Head of your House. Your seals are magical. They cannot be faked, counterfeited, or forged. Place this on your right hand's forefinger. As you are Head of House by birthright, that's where it goes."
Harry did as he was told. There was a flash of what he was sure was magic just before the ring resized itself to fit his finger.
"Now touch the seal with your thumb, look at Hermione's neck and tell me what you see."
Harry nodded and did that as well. There was another flash and a gold ribbon appeared on her neck. Right in the middle, a silver scripted "P" was visible. "She's got - she's got a ribbon 'round her neck. It wasn't there before" he gasped.
"I can feel it!" Hermione exclaimed. "Can I see it?"
Tonks passed over a small mirror.
"It's," Hermione began with tears in her voice, "it's beautiful!"
"You can never take it off," Tonks said. "It will never dull or tatter. You will wear it forever, in this life and the next. It is a symbol of your bond to Harry, one which will only grow and never die."
"I seem to have read that," Hermione whispered. "Can you see it?"
"No," Tonks said. "I am not bonded to Harry. Only those who are can see it. Still, nothing prevents him from giving you tokens that do show the world what you mean to him."
"Such as," Harry and Hermione said.
"An engagement ring and a wedding ring," Tonks replied. "Under our law, you two are married. You said the necessary vow for your bond and performed at least part of the rite before a witness - me."
"We're married?" Harry asked.
"Under our law," Tonks said, "yes."
"I wish," Hermione's voice hitched, "I only wish Mum and Dad could have been there…"
"What?" Harry replied. "Been there to watch me hide my basilisk in your chamber over and over?"
"Okay," she huffed. "They just should have been here to know their little girl who had never had a friend before Hogwarts finally landed her handsome prince in hopes of living happily ever after. I will admit, the shagging might have been a bit much."
"And the fact that you have all but begged me to buy a Harem," Harry asked.
"I might be able to get them to handle that bit," Hermione replied.
"How?"
"Simple. Many of them are our friends. All of them are decent young women. And I know even as a member of your Harem, as it were, they would be far better off than where they would be otherwise with you. That, and I know I will always be number one in your heart."
"Still…"
"Harry's Harem?" Tonks asked.
"My Consort - slash - wife looked through that catalog you showed us. There are friends of ours up for sale this year."
"Half the Muggle Borns in our year at least," Hermione added. A couple from the year ahead. All have Harry connections."
"We figured as much," Tonks replied. "the Old Man is selling off any Muggle Born witches whom Harry might take an interest in. He wants Harry to marry a Pureblood."
"I convinced Harry to buy them," Hermione continued. "If he can't find a Consort for the Black line, he can always use one of them to produce the heir."
"Wise move."
"What about you, Tonks?" Harry asked. "Fancy a shot at consort? Lot harder to wear out two witches than only one," he snarked.
"Having seen you in action, I can't say I'm not tempted," she replied. "Unfortunately, there are impediments which we will discuss later. Thanks for the offer though. It's," she hitched, "it's more than anyone has offered before."
"I mean it Tonks."
"And I wish I could, Harry."
"But…"
"No buts. I would be honored to, but can't. I will tell you why and it has nothing to do with you, okay?"
"I suppose."
"Right then. Next on the agenda is the will of your Godfather, Harry. I hope you are up for it."
"I - I guess." Oddly, aside from the night at Privet drive and his meeting with Dumbledore just after the battle that claimed the life of his Godfather, worrying about Hermione and then being with her had pretty much been all he had really been thinking about. "I think I can manage."
"It's important," Tonks said skeptically. "His public reading is scheduled for the 10th of July. It was announced in the Prophet today."
"I assume that means something," Harry said in a dead voice.
"It means the Gringotts Goblins who handle probate estates have verified that the will is valid and can survive any challenge. It's final. The time is to allow those who must be there for the reading to make the necessary arrangements to attend."
"Including me I suppose."
"Actually no. You can skive off if you want."
"Why?"
"Read. After I will tell you."
Harry and Hermione were handed the parchment and began to read together.
THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT
of
SIRIUS ORION BLACK
HEAD OF THE ANCIENT
AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK
6 June 1996
Where to begin? Bloody dictating quills! REMUS, you useless GIT, I said this was no bloody good!
Right then, where was I? I, Sirius Orion Black, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, being of sound mind, … I heard that you fur ball! I am! Of sound mind you prat! … hereby make this my last Will revoking all prior Wills and codicils. How the bloody hell do I know what a codicle is? I'm not a bloody solicitor, Remus! Anyway - and hopefully without further interruptions … With this Will to provide from my friends and to designate my Heir at law and magic.
I. I hereby attest that I currently have no children or other descendants, and it is not for a lack of trying. To my great friend, confidant and love of my life Mallory, I know you wanted children, I know we tried and we know it was me that was lacking in that department. We both know we don't know why. We both know it was not what we wanted. I would have been happy with nothing but daughters had they all turned out to be as wonderful as you. Whether it was my long sojourn at a certain recreational paradise courtesy of cock-sucking wizard morons, the Ministry of Magic (see prior clause) and Lord God Cock Sucker Himself (who currently is Chief Warlock), or whether it was my own family breeding within Pureblood lines one time too many, we will now never know. I'm sorry Mal. Just know that I love you and have for ages and would have grown old and grey with you by my side regardless.
Pffft!
Damn, Mal. I know you're just down the hall. But thinking of not being with you hurts!
II. R-right then. Specific Bequests!
A. To Mallory Michelle Grant, the love of my life and my wife in all but name for all these years:
1. A sum of 5,000,000 Galleons.
2. Title to 17A High Street, Hogsmeade. I purchased the flat. You may do with it as you please. Just remember, I can't give you our favorite summer place and you hated Grimmauld Place as much as I did. But I have fond memories of our times together in the one place I always thought of as ours and ours alone.
3. A request. Help the new Lord Black in all that he has to do.
B. To Remus John Lupin, last of the Marauders and last of my best mates:
1. A sum of 5,000,000 Galleons. Damn it man! Buy some decent clothes!
2. A wish that you continue forward with the plan!
C. To my Goddaughter Clarice Anne Potter:
I only knew you for a little over a month before that terrible night took your parents from us and sent me off to a "lovely" recreational paradise. I have know idea where you are. I hope my heir finds you and reunites you with your real family. In the event that he does, I leave you 5,000,000 Galleons in Trust to pay for your care and education through the end of you Seventh Year and eighteenth birthday. The remainder of the Trust shall be added to your main account of 10 Million Galleons upon your eighteenth birthday. Try not to spend it all at once.
D. To my Cousin, Andromeda Terra Tonks:
1. Reinstatement into the House of Black for you and your descendants.
2. A sum of 1,000,000 Galleons. You were always kind to me, Andy. Take care.
E. To my Cousin Bellatrix LeStrange:
You are hereby and forever banished from the House of Black. Your betrayal can never be forgiven or forgotten. I hereby annul your marriage and demand immediate repayment to my House of any curtsey any Lord Black paid to whore you off.
F. To My Cousin Narcissa Malfoy:
Should you ask, I shall expect my heir to annul your marriage as well. The Malfoys are the lowest form of scum and I cannot accept a woman as decent as you being associated with such vermin. But the choice is yours to make. I also ask my heir, should you so decide, to take up position as you patron and provide for you. I would willingly have provided you with a monetary gift, but you git for brains husband and his useless son might benefit, so get the annulment!
G. To My Cousin Draco Malfoy:
You are a useless waste of air. If I could kill you, you and your waste of a father would be dead already. You are hereby disinherited and your name shall never more be associated with MY HOUSE!
H. To Nymphadora Tonks:
1. By restoring your mother, I've restored you.
2. 1,000,000 Galleons. I pray you find the happiness Mal and I could not.
I. To Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore:
What potions where your parents taking when they named you? That should be considered child abuse! I leave you with what you deserve to hear. Upon further reflection, given a choice between you and Voldemort, I choose Voldemort! If I must live under a pureblood fancying, bigoted despot, I prefer one who holds himself out as one and not one who tries to look like a savior! You stole my family from me. I pray you suffer a long and agonizing death, you truly discover what fates are worse then death, and then you rot in hell!
J. To Arthur Weasley: 50,000 Galleons. You were always a friend.
K. To William Weasley:
1. 50,000 Galleons. You and that girl of yours deserve it.
2. Title to a nice little property called Shell Cottage. Call it an early wedding present!
L. To Fred and George Weasley, or is it Gred and Forge?
1. As heirs in spirit to the original Marauders, I leave you a journal we kept that records all of our pranks and how we did them. I trust I don't have to tell you to keep up the good work?
2. 50,000 Galleons each. Use it as you please, although your ingenious inventions are a sound investment in my opinion.
M. To Molly, Ronald and Ginevra Wealsey: A warning: Revenge is a dish best served cold.
N. To Hermione Jane Granger:
You are the brightest witch of your age. 100,000 Galleons. I'd leave you more, but as I'm certain a certain Lord Potter is your future, this is just to tide you over until the git pulls his head out of his ass and makes you his forever more!
III. The remainder of my estate, estimated at 105,675,000 Galleons and including all forms of property, real and personal, I leave to my godson, second cousin once removed and designated heir to all my titles, votes on the Wizengamot and any other properties I possess not otherwise bequeathed above: Lord Harry James Potter-Black, Heads of the Ancient Houses of Potter and Black and emancipated by separate instrument effective as of the day of my death. Lord Potter-Black is my heir at law and magic. In this document I make but one request of my heir: publish it! (You can redact the amounts of money, but the rest should be published!)
Sorry Cub. I didn't want to leave you. Our Society shall advise you on where to go from here.
IV. A few last words Cub. First, if you have not yet figured it out, most of us have. You are in love with a certain witch and she, even if she hasn't figured it out, is in love with you. Take care of her. Take care of your Hermione!
V. Second, there are several women who for various reasons are important to me. They were my friends or, in one case, the love of my life. Take care of Amdromeda Tonks, her daughter Nymphadora, Narcissa Malfoy (hopefully Cissy Black again my cousin and friend as once I knew her) and my wife in all but name Mallory Grant. In my mind, these women our my family and as the new Lord Black I ask that you take them in as your family as well.
"Bloody hell," Harry said as he finished. "I'm …"
"Rich?" Tonks asked rhetorically.
"Yeah."
"Harry, you were rich once he emancipated you. The Potter estate is the largest in our world. His gift to you is almost nothing in comparison. The title, though, that's another thing."
"Hermione suspected that. Told me I had to plan to - er - keep the Black line going as it were."
"Indeed. Any questions about any of the bequests before we move on?"
"Who was this Mallory Grant?"
"Sirius had been in love with her for years."
"Yet they never married? Why didn't he ever tell me? Why didn't he introduce me to her?" Harry was starting to get angry.
"They never married because he got sent to Azkaban. He was never charged, but the Ministry never cleared him either. As an escaped fugitive, he could not marry. As to why he never told you? He would have this summer had he…" Tonks sniffed. "Had he lived. You would have met her too. Why not before? Sirius was holed up at Grimmauld Place or somewhere else ever since his escape. He couldn't bring you to his other hideouts, the Old Man wouldn't let him and he didn't want Mallory anywhere near the Old Man or the other Order members. Aside from a handful of us, he didn't trust them. But she does know about you, Harry."
"Oh."
"And you will meet her soon."
"Fine. Did you know about her, Hermione?"
"No."
"Okay. And what about Mrs. Malfoy? What's that about?"
"Sirius was good friends with my Mum and Cissy as a child," Tonks said. "He stayed friends with her right up until after his Fifth Year."
"What happened then?"
"My Mum eloped with Dad and was cast out by Orion Black, then Head of the House of Black. Sirius had a huge fight with his Mum about it and was kicked out of his home. Cissy's folks told her to stay away."
"But this promise he made?"
"Cissy's marriage was arranged. She didn't want it at all. Even though my Mum was cast out, Cissy still sees her on the sly. She hates the man and has grown to hate the boy as well. Shortly after she fulfilled her obligations as a Malfoy wife - after that snot Draco was born - she arranged a meeting in secret with my Mum and Sirius. She asked Sirius to annul her marriage once he became Head of the family. He told her he would."
"Why didn't he? He was the Head of the Blacks, right?"
"As far as the Goblins are concerned, which meant as far as the Black's money and property were concerned, yes. He was never disowned and never convicted of a disqualifying crime. But the annulment is governed under Wizard law. The Ministry still considered him an outlaw and would never have honored the annulment. Not that it mattered. As far as I know, Cissy had not spoken to Sirius since he escaped. I do know that she was crushed when the lies spread and were believed about Sirius being a Death Eater. She hates them."
"Um, okay."
"What will you do, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"If she asks, I'll honor the promise in the Will," Harry replied.
"Here Harry," Tonks said handing him another ring. "Having read the Will, this is yours now. It goes on your left forefinger."
"The Black Ring?"
Tonks nodded.
"He's - he's really gone then," Harry commented as he fought not to lose the battle against his tears. Hermione wrapped her arms around him and placed her head on his shoulder and the battle, while not won, was put on hold. "Thanks," he whispered to her as he slipped the ring on. There was another flash of magic as the ring resized.
"You are now, in the eyes of magic," Tonks began, "Lord Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Lord Black, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. Lord Potter-Black for short," she added with a small smile. "With those titles comes responsibility for both houses."
Harry snorted. "Hermione told me. I got to get her preggers and then find a girl to knock up for the Black line."
"A little crude, but accurate."
"It's okay," Harry said somewhat disappointed. "Looks like I'm back to Plan B."
"Plan B?" Tonks asked.
"Get a Concubine and knock her up instead," Harry moped a little.
"And if there's more than one?" Hermione asked reminding Harry of their discussion about the upcoming auction.
"First one to bear a son wins the prize, I guess," Harry said. "What if…"
"Yes?" the two young women asked.
"Well, just thinking here," Harry said. "Let's say I do get a concubine or some concubines. Let's say one of them bears a son, okay?" The two women nodded. "Okay, and say sometime later, I get a Consort for House Black. If she bears a son, what happens?"
"That boy becomes the heir," Tonks said.
"And the other? What about him? What becomes of him?"
"He remains your son so what happens to him is up to you. Just 'cause he's no longer and heir doesn't mean he's no longer your son."
"Is there a stigma associated with the children of concubines?"
"No. Not because of what there mother's bond is at any rate. Any stigma would be based on their blood status. If the boy's mother was a pureblood, he would be less looked down upon than if his mother was a Muggle Born."
"Makes no sense if you ask me," Harry said. "Hypothetically speaking, if Hermione gave me a son and a half blood concubine gave me a son, then the fact that Hermione's social station is actually higher means nothing? Her boy is tainted by her parents while the concubine's is not tainted by his mother's status?"
"Sums it up in a nutshell," Tonks said. "As I told you last night, our society is messed up and has been for centuries. As I understand it from Sirius, who hated the system on so many levels, your Mum was brilliant, funny, a joy to be around, and drop dead gorgeous. Yet to avoid being auctioned off as a concubine solely because of what her parents were, she had to bind herself to your father as his Consort. Yet a fair few of the true wives in upper society are pureblooded, dim witted, ugly toads and dumb as posts and never feared being sold."
"You're talking about Umbridge?"
Tonks nodded. "Maiden name Selwyn. Barely scraped an O.W.L. and only in subjects that had nothing to do with wands or magical creatures. She never passed a N.E.W.T. The Selwyns were an old Pureblood line that was rapidly approaching Squib levels with each successive generation. She was married off at nineteen to Krakas Ubmridge, then aged 97. His family was wealthier and more politically connected, but socially lower on the scale. It was through the old geezer that she got her foot in the door at the Ministry. He kicked off a few years later. They never had a child. Rumor is by then she had turned herself from a filing clerk to the assistant to an up and comer in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures named Cornelius Fudge. Fudge was and is married, but his wife refuses to suck him off. Umbridge had no such reluctance and rose through the ranks of the ministry on her Fudge cock sucking skills alone."
"Now there's a disturbing thought," Harry said, "on so many levels."
"Rumor is she's pissed as hell now."
"Why?"
"Someone took her place as top Fudge sucker while she was at Hogwarts this year."
"Who?"
"You'll never guess."
"Percy Weasley?" Hermione suggested.
"Why do you say that?" Harry asked.
"Before the falling out, Molly was certain he and his main squeeze Penelope Clearwater were going to get married."
"So?"
"So? She's in the auction book as a used property!"
"You're saying she's a concubine?"
"Bound since the summer of '91 - as in the summer Percy and she became prefects and an item."
"So what your saying is?"
"Percy's light in the loafers, despite his arrogant demeanor. Someone bought him a girl for appearances sake. Now that he's doing the Minister, he's selling the excess baggage."
"Sick. But unfortunately your logic is hard to ignore."
"Rumors are she's spot on," Tonks said. "Even with his academic credentials, he should be nowhere near where he is today. Nobody's that bloody good. So, the conclusion is he has other talents."
"And what do you think?" Harry asked.
"Percy is a greedy bastard. I have no reason to believe he bats bludgers from the other side. He's a toadie. That's what Fudge likes around him. People who think anything the fat bastard says is brilliant. But, we do know Percy Weasley has a habit."
"Bad one?"
"Gambler. Remus is the one looking into the Stud Book as the auction catalog is called. Clearwater was bound in '90. Summer of '91, she's transferred to a new owner - the current owner. We also know from Bill, Percy had a really good night playing cards that summer although no one knows what that really meant. Percy and Penelope were a major item at school the rest of their time there. Now she was a concubine. She could not be an item with anyone other than her Master or someone her Master ordered her to be with."
"Which do you think it was?" Hermione asked.
"It's pure speculation."
"Shoot."
"Percy has a problem with the cards. But he never had the money to really have a problem. There's no proof he's gay. We Auror's have sources and he's not on the lists. That leaves she was sent after him by her Master."
"For what purpose?"
"Again supposition. Fudge hates the Weasleys. That is a fact. No real reason. He hates them 'cause he can. So, how to stick it to them?
"Can't sack Arthur. First off, he does his job well. Secondly, he's in the Order. Finally, you're not supposed to sack low level employees for their political beliefs. So how to discredit the line? Buy Arthur's most gullible and greedy son a concubine to keep him occupied and then find a way to generate a credible rumor he's gay. The fact he's not married to her suggests that. The fact that he's selling her even more so."
"So Fudge is trying to discredit the Weasleys?" Harry asked.
Tonks shrugged. "Politics in our world can be dirty. Fudge also hates the Old Man. The Weasleys are allied with the Old Man. Paint them as something less than savory, as in having a gay son, and the Old Man takes the hit as well. The all wise Dumbledore being close with a family with at least one poof? That doesn't play well in the parlors of the elite. Pure politics. Discredit the Old Man to keep your fat useless ass in office.
"Then again, the Old Man is a real threat. We should embrace anything that knocks the prick off balance."
"So this is all petty ass, school yard bull?" Hermione asked. "And you're saying we should exploit it?"
"Yes, it's bull. And yes, if we can we should exploit it. But quietly. The Wizarding World in Britain is in total chaos. You got two Dark Wizards and their followers going at it. One is in control of the government: the Old Man. One is in open war against it: Voldie. In the political middle is the Ministry: Fudge. The bastard wants to take the Old Man down and wants to believe Voldie is gone for good. His government is riddled with spies and saboteurs from both Dark Wizards. His idea for Voldie is to hope that by not doing anything the problem will go away. We think he's taking a more direct approach on the Old Man. The Old Man and Voldie want you dead. Fudge wants to as a symbol and to keep his job.
"In the middle is you, Harry. Beset on all sides by enemies, you are right now in a mad position. Undermining them swiftly and quietly is the best course of action. Then again, that is my thinking."
After a pause, Harry had a thought. "And one way to stick it to the Purebloods and the Old Man in particular is to accept a Muggle Born as Consort to the Head of an Ancient and Noble House?"
"Actually, you're a Potter. That's what Potters have done for generations," Tonks said. "You mother was a Muggle Born Consort as was your grandmother and nine of the ten Lady Potters before her. Only your Great-grandmother Dorea broke from that tradition.
"But, by naming a Half Blood relative with a - er - taste for Muggle Born witches as the head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black? A House that can claim at least ten generations of Pureblooded Lords and Ladies? That will cause a ruckus. And, should the new Lord Black's heir be born of a witch with less than Pureblood, so much the better."
"Glad to hear I am part of Potter tradition," Hermione chuckled.
"Now," Tonks said, "furthering his great prank on the Purebloods, once we had reached this point in our discussions, Sirius asked me to give you this." She handed Harry an envelope. "Remus and I have seen it. We were there when he wrote it. But he wanted you to learn what's in there from him."
Harry opened the letter and he and Hermione began to read:
June 10, 1996
Dear Harry:
I hope you never have to read this letter. But I feel it is necessary just in case. Things are coming to a head real soon. Voldemort has a plan going forward that he will implement any day now. That plan is a trap for you. I've tried calling you on your mirror, but you haven't answered. Dumbledore promised me he would warn you, but I am guessing that will never happen.
If you are reading this, the trap was sprung, you somehow survived and I did not. I am sorry, Harry. We had wonderful plans for you this summer and for once I would have been able to be the godfather you so richly deserve.
Enough of the mushy stuff.
Remus and Tonks have been designated the Executors of my Estate. For all practical purposes, Remus is lead on this as well as the Potter Estate. But due to his furry problem, he needs someone else to sign any legal papers or contracts, which is what Tonks will be doing until all transfers are complete.
If you are reading this, then a lot of things have happened, hopefully very quickly. The following things should have occurred (in no particular order):
1. You're now living at Potter Manor, where you should have been living all of these years.
2. Hermione Granger is with you there. If she is, Hi Hermione! Sorry about sending your parents away. They should not be gone nearly as long as you or they think. The idea was to get them and you out of harm's way.
3. You've been told all about Dumbledore, the real one and not the charlatan you've known and trusted all these years.
4. You've been told about his plans for you and for Hermione and I hope you are as pissed as I am. You've been told about the traitor Weasleys and their part in this plan.
5. You've read the fake and the real Will of your father.
6. You know about your sister. Hopefully, Remus has found her.
7. You've been told about and no doubt Hermione has read all about certain bonds. The two most important are the Consort and Concubine Bonds.
8. You and Hermione are now Husband and Consort. If you are not, I ask why? I know you love her even if your to thick to realize it. She loves you, Harry. She's confided in Tonks and me about this. She loves you with everything that she is. If she offers to be your Consort and you refuse, I must ask why?
I think I know. You're afraid. You're afraid she'll get hurt or worse. You're afraid you won't survive this mess and leave her heart broken. Don't' blame you. But, if you refuse to live your life just because the times are dark, the enemy has already won. Bond with her. Knock her up as soon as you can and have a family!
9. You've read my will and know you are now legally an adult.
10. You've also learned that someone (the Old Man) has illegally bound your magic. We have a friend who can help. She's a Healer and as part of her specialty deals with this sort of stuff. But, it will probably take time. As the bindings are removed, listen to her and to Remus and Tonks about using magic. While you can use your wand without restriction now - as can Hermione - it needs to be supervised until you get used to each increase in your power.
Hopefully, all the above has been revealed and your wearing your Potter and Black Rings with your Consort Lady Hermione Potter by your side. Now for my final "prank!"
My will probably left you with as many questions as answers. I'm sure Tonks did her best to avoid spilling all the beans. First off, I was serious (and not Sirius) about Narcissa. I promised my old friend to annul her marriage to that goon. If she asks, do this for her. (In case you're wondering, if you annul her marriage, she's never been a Malfoy and Draco has no mother or claim to the Malfoy Estate unless his father made out a will naming him as Heir. He's a true Pureblood prick, and probably never made one. Hence, Draco will be left knutless!)
Second and most importantly. I left you the bulk of everything I own. It's not listed. It doesn't have to be. Two "items" I own are very, very important to me and I want you to take care of them. You see, Pup, I have two lovely women in my life. They were given to me by my father on my fourteenth birthday. One was old enough at the time, the other would not be for many years.
Yes, Harry. I have two Concubines.
Mallory Michelle Grant is a few years older than me. She and I have been best of friends and lovers for twenty-two years. To me, she is my wife in all but name. We were trying to have a family together, but we found out that something is wrong with me and I cannot have children. We do not know if I was born with this problem or if it is a result of my stay at Azkaban. I ask this of you, Harry. Bind her to you as your own. She's yours by inheritance. I also ask you to give her what I could not: children.
Nymphadora Tonks is the younger of my two lovelies. She too is a lovely person and I ask you to bind her to you and to give her a family too when she's ready.
Kiss them both for me.
And kiss that wonderful witch of yours as well.
Sirius Orion Black.
"Oh bugger," Harry said as he finished the letter.
A/N: RELATIONSHIP SCORECARD:
If you didn't read the Intro, you missed that. This is so you can keep up with who's with who and how.
Lord Harry James Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, age 15 (born 7/31/80)Lady Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16 (9/19/79). Girlfriend/fiancé as of 6/18/96; CONSORT, HOUSE OF POTTER 6/23/96.
CHAPTER TEN: NYMPHADORA
MONDAY, JUNE 24, 1996. Potter Manor.
"So that means you're my c-conubine?" Harry asked.
"Not yet," Tonks said. "Not until we bond."
"How - how do we do that?"
"Same way as the first time," Hermione answered. "You have to claim her as your concubine, then order her to suck you off and have sex with you and once that's done, she's bonded. Every transfer is a kind of re-enactment of the first breaking."
"Oh," Tonks almost purred, "it definitely won't be anything like my first bonding."
The two teens looked at her.
"For one thing, I'm three inches taller than I was then. And these 38D's could never fit into my old training bra."
Hermione's jaw dropped in shock. "When were you first bonded? How old were you?"
"It was the night I got home from my Second Year," Tonks replied. "It was about three weeks before my thirteenth birthday."
"But that's not possible! Sirius only escaped three years ago!"
"Obviously, Sirius didn't break me in," Tonks deadpanned.
"Who did?"
"Break you in?" Harry added confused.
"The first time a witch is bonded to a Master as a Concubine, they call the bonding rite 'breaking in the witch.' In many cases, as in mine, the young witch has never been with a man before. I hadn't even learned about that stuff yet. I thought witch Concubines were fictional. Needless to say, it was terrifying."
"Who? How?"
"Why?" Hermione added. "How did you become a concubine?"
"Ladies first," Tonks smirled. "It was not until years later after Sirius escaped capture that I learned how I became what I am. I assumed my father sold me for some reason. But I did not know when or why or anything. Even though I continued to live with them after I was bound, I could not ask him and he never said why this happened to me.
"I was sold as a futures contract in March of 1974, three months before I was even born and just a few days before Sirius's fourteenth birthday. My father had gotten into debt and sold me to pay it off. I was sold to Sirius's father. It was at about that time that the then Lord Black also bought Mallory. Mallory and I were presents for Sirius's fourteenth birthday. Of course, I would not be of bonding age for some time. I guess Sirius's dad bought me - well - in part to stick it to my dad for marrying my Mum and in part because by the time I reached bonding age, he thought his son might have tired of Mallory."
"That's so wrong," Hermione thought aloud.
"Mallory is older than Sirius," Tonks shrugged. "Orion Black gave her to Sirius the Saturday after his fourteenth birthday. He also gave his son and heir the Interest in Title to me and a flat in Hogsmeade where Sirius could enjoy his new toy away from Prefects and Faculty at school. At the time, Sirius was a Third Year and Mallory a Sixth Year."
"That still doesn't explain," Harry began.
"After a few months of enjoying Mallory's company," Tonks continued, "he decided to let a couple of his friends in on the fun. Remus and James were given permission to Sirius's concubines."
"James, as in my father?" Harry asked in disbelief.
Tonks nodded. "James and Remus were regulars for years. James stopped when he became boned with your mother. Remus, however, continued to enjoy Mallory for a time."
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"He's a werewolf. No witch will have him. Even if one wanted to, the law forbids him to marry or have children. His - er - physical needs as a man restrict him to Muggles, female werewolves or being allowed access to a concubine."
"And what about Pettigrew?"
"As far as I know, Pettigrew knew nothing about Mallory or his friends nighttime rendezvous with her at school. At least with this dirty little secret, he could not be trusted."
"Would have done us a world of good if that lack of trust extended to more than just concubines," Harry complained.
"Indeed. Anyway, Remus continued to enjoy access to Mallory for a few more years. Sirius withdrew his permission a few months before he was sent off to Azkaban."
"Why?"
"Sirius knew he was in love with her and wanted to have children with her.
"Anyway, Remus knew that there was another out there. He also knew she was too young. The Interest in Title was in a drawer in a desk in the house Remus and Sirius shared here on the Potter Estate. The contract lacked the name of the girl and it would only appear when the girl reached bonding age. Remus lived here for a long time after everything happened. So, once a month or so he'd check the contract. Finally, in the spring of 1987, there was my name on the parchment. He knew he could now summon me."
"It was the Saturday after I returned home for the summer holidays following my second year when it happened. I was in my room and dressed for bed that night when I suddenly found myself somewhere else. I was terrified! There I was in another bedroom with a man at least twice my age. He was good looking and had a kind face, but still. I screamed and wanted to run for it but could not move.
"It was Remus. He knew my name, which scared me even more because I never met him before. He told me his and then told me I was a slave. I knew what that was and refused to believe him. He told me the slave rules, but allowed me to talk. I still refused to believe. He told me to undress. I wanted to say no! I wanted to refuse. I stripped. I stood there, naked. He walked around me with a smile. He asked how old I was. I told him. He asked if I was a virgin. I was and told him. He asked if I had kissed a boy before. I had not and told him. He then told me he was going to kiss me.
"I didn't want him to, but I couldn't move! I was shorter then by about foot. He seemed to tower over me then. He put his hands on my bare back and pulled me to him. I could feel the bulge in his pants, although I didn't know what it was - my parents had yet to talk to me about those things. He told me to look at him and I did even though I didn't want to. He kissed me on the lips. My mind wanted him to stop. He told me to kiss back. My mind didn't want to. My body kissed him back. He picked me up by the waist so I was eye level with him. He told me to put my arms around his neck. My body complied. Wrap my legs around his waist. Mind screams no! Body complied. One of his hands held and caressed my bum, the other my back. He told me to kiss him. Mind NO! Lips YES! He told me to let him stick his tongue in my mouth and to do the same to him. Mind Eeew! Body complied. We snogged like that for a while. I couldn't stop! He did and asked me if I wanted more? Mind NO! Body and voice YES!
"Moments later, he was sitting on the bed and told me to sit on his lap with my back to him. I was terrified but complied. His hands began rubbing my belly, sides and thighs slowly. He kissed my neck, shoulders and cheeks. He asked if I wanted more. My mouth said yes. My body leaned my head back to allow him to kiss my lips. As his tongue soon entered to find mine waiting, his hands touched my breasts. My mind screamed in terror, my body moaned in pleasure as he gently played with my budding breasts and nipples. More? Mind NO! Body begged him. His right hand spread my legs wide apart. My body and voice begged him for more! I was dripping. His fingers touched me! Mind went into overdrive wanting it all to end, voice begged him for more and more and more. I could feel something building, something my mind did not want but my body and voice begged to have. He slipped a finger into me! I begged him for more. He slipped a second one in and I came! I begged him not to stop as I came! He left me panting and spent as he placed me on the bed.
"He stood and looked at me. He wanted to know if I wanted more. Mind NO. I asked his if there was more. There was, he told me. I begged him for more. He told me to lay back on the bed and spread my legs. My body complied. He then lay on top of me, gently. I felt that bulge again. He kissed me! Snogged me senseless and every time he broke the kiss my voice begged for more. He was sucking my new breasts. I was moaning and begging for more. His kisses moved down my body. MORE! His tongue and lips found my pussy. MORE! I couldn't think any more. I wanted more! MORE! My hips thrust his face. I was in heaven and then - HUGE ORGASM!
"When I opened my eyes, he had gotten off the bed. He was looking at me. He asked me if I enjoyed that. My mind was crying. My face smiled. My voice told him I did. Did he make me happy? Yes! Did he make me feel pretty? YES! Did I want more? GODS YES, PLEASE? Did I want to make him feel happy too? Can I? Yes! He told me to sit on the edge of the bed. I did. He told me to pull down his pants. Mind - NO WAY. Body? I was soon staring at that bulge. I never had seen a cock before. I thought it was HUGE! To be honest, Harry's is bigger.
"He told me to touch it. I did. Stroke it. I did. Lick it and stroke his balls. I did. Mind wanted nothing to do with this. Body begged him for more and mouth told him, pleaded with him to let me make him happy. Take him into my mouth! No teeth. Lips and tongue. In and out but not all the way out! Deeper, deeper! Deeper until he was all the way in and out. Faster. I did all that. I knew nothing about what I was doing to him or what the result was. He told me I was beautiful and wonderful! He gave me no warning and came in my mouth. I almost gagged, but I kept sucking until there was nothing left of his come or his erection and he told me to stop. Without being told, after I let his cock go, I kissed it and said goodnight.
"He told me I could wake it up if I wanted more. Body did. How? He gave me ideas. He asked if I wanted it inside of me. It was before? No the place that makes you feel good. Mind NO! Body yes! Voice begged him like I used to beg Mum for candy. He was soon hard. He warned me it might hurt. Don't care, I told him. I told him I wanted all of him in me NOW! He was over me and I grabbed his cock and pulled it to me. It DID hurt and I screamed! But voice said MORE! The pain soon went away and I had two orgasms before he finally came in me. As he lay on top, mind said RAPE. My voice asked if we could please, please, please do it again. We did. Three more times. He then sent me home and promised MORE later.
"My mind and body cried to sleep that night. But I did want more. We has sex the next night, and next and next and I stopped caring about the fact that it was wrong. For the next several years, I sucked and fucked him every day except the days around his werewolf time - which I knew nothing about - or when he was out doing something for Dumbledore, which was not too often. I loved fucking him and sucking him off repeatedly.
"I looked forward to it. I masturbated dreaming about it, even though I knew I'd be getting laid only hours later. I even masturbated in class!"
"No way!" Hermione said.
"I did. He worked out a way to get me from school every night and most weekends. We had a pre-arranged time when I would go to the loo and he would summon me for his pleasure and I had a way to let him know it there was an issue - like overdue homework or detention or such. Still, I got shagged a lot! I lived for his cock! It's a slave thing. I soon didn't care that I was a slave."
"It's a wonder you got any studying done," Hermione said.
"Oh, but I did. I also had a wonderful tutor who helped me stay ahead in classes."
"Who?"
"Remus, of course. Learned loads from him. Probably would not have been able to become an Auror without the tutoring he gave me, especially in potions."
"Potions?" Harry asked. "But he taught defense."
"There are few courses at Hogwarts he's not capable of teaching effectively. Defense is his strongest, but he also has earned certifications in Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Arithrmancy and Runes."
"Then why was it Snape who made his Wolvesbane Potion."
"Remus could make it," Tonks admitted. "But Snape has access to the ingredients. As a Were, Remus cannot legally purchase certain restricted potions ingredients, including the key ingredients in that potion and Snape, of course, is not one to just give them away. Remus and I believe it was Snape being the vindictive prat he is."
"Oh."
"In addition to being his pecker playpen, I also helped Remus with this various projects as often as I could. While I was still in school, this was mostly research and double checking his own research. After I left and entered the Ministry, I was stealing copies of classified Ministry documents for him and later for Sirius."
"What projects?" Harry asked. "What documents."
"When I was first bonded, Remus was working with your grandfather and had been for years. Remus knew you and your sister were supposed to go to him if your parents, Sirius and the Longbottoms could not take you and that your Grandfather was to be your magical guardian if Sirius was unavailable and of course this had not happened.
"He was trying to find you, your sister, and the copy of your father's real Will that Sirius had hidden somewhere for safe keeping. He also was researching the laws about adoption, wills and guardianships to find out what if anything could be done. Until I started training as an Auror, he had done almost all he could have done and was left to scouring the country in hopes of getting lucky and bumping into you or your sister. Once I started training as an Auror, I learned about the Ministry Archives and once I became an Auror, I could search those archives and copy documents without being questioned. That's how we got a copy of the false will. It was also from those archives that we learned that Sirius had been imprisoned without a trial and had never been tried.
"That was odd, because after Voldemort was defeated the first time, all the Death Eaters in custody who had not been tried were. All but one. All but Sirius.
"When Sirius escaped from prison, we didn't know what to think. But, it was the reason Remus accepted the position at Hogwarts as whatever was happening probably had something to do with Harry and we then knew Harry was a student. We also hoped we could find out where Harry was living when he was not at school.
"Funny thing that year was."
"How so?"
"Everybody was looking for Sirius. The Ministry, Dumbledore, Remus, we all were looking for him. Yet Remus and I never thought to look in the obvious place."
"Where?"
"Here. Sirius spent that year here at the Estate when he was not out looking for you and Peter Pettigrew. He and Mallory were living in the same house here that they had lived in before it all happened and Remus and I knew that house quite well. It's where Remus lived right up until your grandparents died and its where I came to be with him when he first summoned me.
"We didn't know what to think about Sirius. Everyone believed he was guilty and was a mad killer. But we had learned that he had never been tried and didn't know what to think. I spent a lot of time in the Archives looking for answers and found some documents that suggested all was not as it seemed. Still, until Remus and Sirius finally met, until you two finally exposed Pettigrew, we had no idea what the truth was. Needless to say, when I found out my true Master was not the evil mass murderer but the victim of a cover up, well I made it a point to demonstrate everything Remus had taught me and I like to think I gave his a shag he remembered to his final day and beyond."
"Did you love him?" Hermione asked.
"Who?"
"Either of them."
"I was quite fond of them both. Remus more so than Sirius as I had known him longer. And they were quite fond of me too. But, no. It wasn't love at least not the romantic kind," Tonks said with a sigh. "That kind of love can develop between a Concubine and her Master. But Remus was never my Master and Sirius was already in love with Mallory, so I just had to accept my role in their lives. It wasn't too bad. I did get a lot of shag time and they were both good lovers.
"Then again, at least Sirius let Mal and me draw the line at one of his more digusting sex ideas."
"What was that?"
"He wanted to do us as Snuffles."
"Eww!" Hermione complained. "He wanted you to have sex with a dog?"
"Not really," Tonks said. "He wanted to change into his dog form and then have sex with us. Kept saying the poor pooch was still a virgin and even a mangy ol' mutt deserves a shag every not and then. Even though it would have been Sirius in the form of a dog, neither Mal or I wanted anything to do with that. Fortunately, Sirius never ordered us to. He probably could have had he really wanted to."
"What about your metamorphagus abilities?" Harry asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Can you change your appearance into - say - Hermione? I mean for sex purposes."
"Harry," Hermione chided. "Why would she do that?"
""Just thought it might be fun to have sex with two Hermiones is all."
"Harry," Hermione growled.
"Okay, I just have noticed that she doesn't do that stuff anymore."
"Oh. Well, it's a good question then. Can you still do that? I mean, I noticed too, but I assumed it was because of what happened to Sirius."
"Oh no," Tonks said. "I admit, losing him hurt. I was fond of him and considered him a true friend. But I am quite capable of transforming. You will find your closet filled with new clothes for the both of you and they are, I assure you, perfect fits. I was able to transform into body sizes that matched each of you perfectly."
"Perfectly?" Harry asked. "As in a boy?"
"The trousers are tailored, Harry."
"What's that mean?"
"That means they are made to order," Hermione began.
"It also means the tailor needs to know if you dress left or right."
"What? What does that mean? Why's that matter?"
"All boys learn at an early age they dress either left or right even if they don't know it. It means which pants leg you put your bits down when you dress. You dress left, Harry."
"How do you know?"
"It was rather obvious the night I came to get you which side of your boxers your bits were hanging."
"Oh."
"So I still have my abilities. But somehow the bond prevents me from using them in private with you. I don't know why. I was never able to change for either Remus or Sirius. I won't be able to for you either."
"In private?" Hermione asked.
"When I am alone with Harry," Tonks said. "And by alone that means with Harry and you and any other woman Harry is bonded to. If someone is here who is not bonded to Harry, I can use my abilities."
"That explains how you could do it when we were at Grimmauld Place last summer. Even though Sirius was there, there were always others."
"Correct. If there are others present not bound to my Master, I retain all my abilities. Same is true, it is said, for animagus transformations. If I were one, I would not be able to do that in private. Likewise, I cannot use a dissillusionment charm. There are those who believe - no proof mind you - that Concubine Bond creates an inhibition of certain skills that could be used to deceive or hide from a Master. There is a reported exception where those skills prove necessary to protect the Master and his family. But that's neither here nor there."
"But, doesn't the Bond inhibit those inclinations anyway?" Hermione asked.
Tonks nodded. "The reason for the inhibition is not truly known.
"Now, your rings, Milord."
"My rings?"
"They are more than just your portable official House Seal. They are also the tool you can use to summon me or any of your bound women. They act as an emergency portkey, programmable portkey, and point to point portkey, although they are not truly port keys. With these rings, you can travel to and from any location you know of instantaneously. Your women can travel to you when summoned and also to you when they need to. You can also travel to them even if you have no idea where they are. But the travel is not like a portkey. You seem to transfer from one location to another instantaneously. The collar Hermione wears - and me too for that matter - have similar properties."
"Is that how you brought me here?"
Tonks nodded. "I can use it just like a portkey to bring people with me, provided I am either bonded to them, their House or they are trusted and trustworthy friends of my Master or his House."
She explained that all he had to do was rub the seal on the ring to activate the device. Harry did as he was told on the Potter ring and the seal disappeared. It was replaced by a gold surface. On the right side of the gold surface was a deep blue gemstone. On the left were the initials "HJP" carved into the gold. She asked Hermione if she was born in September. When Hermione confirmed that she was, Tonks explained that the gem was the birth gemstone for the woman the new rings represented. For Hermione, the stone was a sapphire. The initials were for her name, in this case Hermione Jane Potter. As Consort, Hermione was his wife and entitled to his name.
Harry repeated the process with the Black ring. This time, the surface was not gold but black with a small, scarlet colored stone on the right and the initials "MMG" inlaid in gold to the left. The black surface was onyx, symbolizing that the woman was a Concubine and not a Consort. Again, the gem was her birth stone, in this case a garnet for a woman born in January. Tonks told him the woman was Mallory Michelle Grant. He was then asked to rub the Black ring again and again it changed. It had the same black surface, but a brilliant red stone and the initials "NT" in gold inlay. This was Nymphadora Tonks summoning ring. The stone was a ruby for her birth month in July. When Harry rubbed the Black ring a third time, the Black seal reappeared. Both Harry and Hermione thought this was really interesting magic.
To use the ring as a personal transport device, all Harry had to do was touch the House Seal with his wand and think of the destination. The same was true for Hermione, although all she had to do was touch her collar with a finger. To summon one of the women, Harry had to select their seal and do the same thing while thinking the word "Summon." He could also go to them by thinking "find." The same was true for Hermione's collar. Hermione, however, was only linked to Harry. Harry was linked to all women bound to him.
Absently, Harry rubbed the Potter ring and noted as Hermione's seal vanished and was replaced not by the Potter Seal, but by another seal. It had a black face, a violet stone and the initials "MGM" in gold.
"Wh-what's this?" he asked. "What's this mean?"
Tonks looked at the new seal. "What do you think it means?" she asked.
"That there's a Potter Concubine?"
"It would seem so, Milord."
"But how? I don't have a Concubine."
"No, not yet," Tonks agreed. "Fair bet the last Lord Potter did before he died. The woman is still alive and it would seem you inherited her."
"Bloody hell! My Dad had a Concubine too? Who is she?"
Tonks shrugged. " The stone is Amethyst, so whoever she is was born in February. Aside from that, no idea. Only thing I can say is she did not belong to you Dad."
"How do you know?"
"He was never Lord Potter. Your Grandfather outlived him by seven years. Most likely, this woman was your grandfather's and is still bound to your House."
Hermione found the whole situation somewhat surreal. A week ago, she had still been in a coma and fighting for her life from the curse she had received in the Department of Mysteries. It was six days ago that she finally woke up, still weak and in some pain, to find Harry sitting beside her. It was then they had finally confessed their true feelings for one another, that they admitted they had loved each other for years and had both been afraid of losing their wonderful friendship if they tried to move into a more intimate direction. It was then that Harry had asked her to marry him and she had said yes, with the qualification that it would be a few years before the yes turned her into his wife.
Until then, she was convinced she was fated to be his best friend and closest confidant. She was not unhappy with that role as she did love him and would accept any place in his life. She never considered herself pretty or sexy and was certain that Harry would not be interested in her physically or romantically. It was only six days since she learned that his reticence was not due to her, but due to what he thought she thought about him. It was six days ago she first truly kissed him and he became her boyfriend and her future fiancé.
Two days ago, they were on the train returning from school. Their intimacy was limited to kissing each other senseless while she sat in his lap. He still was avoiding more intimate contact and she was not concerned thinking when he was ready, she would be. It was two days ago her parents learned she finally had a true boyfriend and shocked her to her core by accepting him. Then again, she had been a loner before she met Harry. She remembered her parents' whispered conversations regarding whether she would ever have a true friend or ever a boyfriend or husband.
They shocked her when they accepted Harry with little question. They shocked her even more when they lay down the rules for her new relationship. She expected them to say no sex before marriage as they had always seemed almost as strait laced as she had been. What they told her was no sex in their house without a ring, no sex elsewhere without protection, and no babies without a husband. She had been stunned.
Yesterday, she woke up still a virgin. She had not expected to see or hear from Harry for days or weeks because of his forced incarceration with his god awful relations. She still did not know much about that situation, only that he hated it. Yesterday, Tonks arrived, told her she and her parents were in mortal danger, arranged for her parents to leave the country indefinitely, and brought her here. Yesterday, she and her Harry found themselves in this Manor - no Palace - and were left alone together with a whole summer of together before them.
Yesterday, she had surprised herself with her boldness and her ability to place her libido and teenage hormones over her intellect. Yesterday, she had offered herself to Harry and did so with only a modicum of embarrassment and without any shame. Yesterday, he had taken that offer, and taken her again and again and again - ten times! Even as sore as she was today, she had still had oral sex with him three times. To her amazement, she loved it. To her surprise, she had wound up married to her love. Less than twenty-four hours, yet at sixteen she was a Consort and he at fifteen was her Husband for life. This morning she had read about the bond that had formed between them and knew this was forever. She also knew there was a very good chance she would be pregnant within the year. Her will was tied to school, and she now knew she was never going back to Hogwarts as a student and neither was Harry. Not so long as Dumbledore was Headmaster. If school was in her immediate future, she was sure she could hold off on giving Harry his children. Now? Not bloody likely.
Last night, she had learned she was married. She had also learned about the Wizarding World's dirty little secret. She had learned about Concubines and to her dismay, how she was destined to become one against her will had Harry and her not bonded. To her horror, she learned many girls she considered to be friends were similarly destined. She had read today just what that meant and told Harry.
And here was the weird part, she thought. She had actually asked him to buy their friends. A week ago she had no boyfriend at all, now she was married and was encouraging her husband of less than a day to have a harem. What really shocked her was that she was fine with the idea. It went against everything she had learned growing up. It had went against everything Harry had learned, although from what little she knew of his home life, he seemed less dismayed that such a world could exist. He expected bad things whereas she did not.
Harry was pacing the floor of the Library in the distance. Hermione knew it was because of their last conversation. The decision point had come. Harry had to either bond with Tonks and take her as his Concubine or put her up for sale. He had asked Hermione for her opinion. A week ago, she would have said something else for certain. Today, she knew the right thing to do was not what she had been taught. She knew that by bonding with Tonks, Tonks would become a second wife of sorts. She knew that he would have to have sex with the older witch to bond with her and from this day forward have sex with her to maintain the bond. She knew that Tonks would be a sex partner for the foreseeable future and that Hermione, while first in Harry's heart, would have to share his body with Tonks and with others as Harry had two other concubines it seemed.
Harry was stunned when she had suggested buying their friends. He was floored when she said that the right thing to do for Tonks was to bond with her and that he should bond with the other two women as well. Hermione was also stunned by her decision, but it was logical. Tonks was a friend and there was no telling what situation she would be sold into if Harry did not take her in. This Mallory woman was his godfather's love and she too could well be worse off. Never mind the fact that Sirius had asked Harry to take them in. "MGM" was his own family in a way and he could not sell her, could he? Taking them in, bonding with them, protecting them, Hermione told Harry it was the right thing to do regardless of the taboos they had both been raised under. She actually hoped he would take them in, and the others as well, even though she knew she would have to share her husband. She knew that while it was not the best for her, it was the best for them. She actually hoped he would do it, which stunned her.
She saw Harry stop pacing as his back went strait. She knew he had reached a decision even before he turned towards where she sat on the long bench near Tonks, the same bench where she had surrendered her virginity only the day before and where she became his Consort. He walked over and she could not read his expression one way or another. She knew Tonks heart was pounding, for her's was too and she had less at stake as far as she was concerned.
Harry was soon standing in front of them.
"Have you made a decision, Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded. "And?"
"You get to explain all of this to your parents," he said. He then turned to Tonks.
"Nymphadora Tonks? Dora? I, Harry James Potter, by right of inheritance Lord Black and Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, by right of inheritance of your being Concubine to my godfather, take you Dora as my Concubine. Your mind, body, heart, soul and magic are mine, bound as slave to master, you are mine to command as I will and to use as I please, from this day forward until death shall separate you from my House and Heirs. Do you understand?"
Tonks nodded.
Hermione was more than a bit nervous. She was confident in her love for her Harry and his for her. She was gaining confidence in the bond she shared with him as his Consort and life mate. Still, he was about to have sex with another woman. Even though she considered Tonks a friend and even though it was in the context of the Concubine Bond, it was still sex. Then again, this was a fantasy of hers: to watch Harry pleasure another woman and in a situation where she knew he was Hermione's man. Part of her, the muggle part, did not want to watch or know. Part of her, the kinky slut part as Harry called it, wanted to watch and was only worried that she would not be able to wait until he was done with the bonding before she had to get off.
Harry and Tonks were standing right before her. Harry was holding her gently by her arms and was starting to kiss her. Hermione knew he was a good kisser. She may not have had much experience with that, and she knew neither did Harry, but he could make her toes curl with a kiss. She also knew that Tonks would react to a good kiss because of the building bond. The bonding kept her mind where it was, but her body would react to any successful pleasure even if her mind wanted to rebel or run away.
It was obvious, Harry was snogging the older witch senseless. She could tell by Tonks' body language that the poor woman was melting beneath his kiss - just as Hermione had. There was a part of Hermione that wondered whether Harry was as good a physical lover as she thought or whether it was just her desire that had made her think that. Now she would see, she thought. When Harry began feeling the poor witch up, Hermione saw Tonks' knees almost buckle. When the kiss broke, Tonks' expression suggested that she might have had a mini-orgasm from Harry's attentions and would have had he actually touched her down there. Tonks had been shagging two different men for the last few years, yet the woman's expression as Harry broke the kiss finally suggested she had never been snogged like that. This, Hermione thought, was going to be interesting!
It amused her to think as she watched Tonks undress following a command to do so from Harry that three of her fantasies were to come to pass within a day: lose her virginity to Harry, having another woman watch as she and Harry made love, and now watching Harry and another woman. Tonks blouse and skirt were now gone. Hermione knew that Harry was impressed, mostly with the very large breasts on the woman. But Tonks was also fit, a product of her Auror training no doubt. Hermione could already see Harry's reaction to Tonks as the bra came off revealing those large breasts. Harry probably sensed her insecurity as, while she was hardly lacking in the boob department, Tonks clearly had her outclassed by at least a cup size. Harry looked over at Hermione and waggled his eyebrows. For some reason, this made her feel better. She actually giggled at his gesture.
The plain, cotton knickers slid off and Tonks stood before both of them naked. Unlike Hermione, she did not shave between her legs and Hermione noted that Harry seemed a little put off by it for only a second. He was soon kissing her again and exploring her body with his hands. Hermione heard Tonks moan softly into the kiss as she watched Harry begin to fondle the amble breasts. He soon broke the kiss and leaned down, taking one of Tonks nipples into his mouth and rewarding himself and his audience with an even louder moan of pleasure from the witch.
When he broke the kiss, he stepped over to the couch and knelt on it a little over an arms length away from her and facing Hermione. He ordered Tonks into his lap, her back to him and she too was facing Hermione. Hermione had a good idea what Harry was up to. She also knew he was deliberately giving her a show. Once Tonks settled in as ordered, Harry's hands began playing with her breasts as he kissed her shoulders, neck, cheeks and, with a little adjustment on both their parts, lips. Hermione heard the gasps and saw the expression of building excitement on the witch as Harry's right hand slid from the thoroughly stimulated and rock hard nipple it had been working, slowly down Tonks firm stomach and towards her sex. Hermione watched as he teased her, running his fingers through her pubic hairs and inner thighs yet avoiding anything particularly sensitive for a moment.
She knew Tonks was hot and wanted Harry to bring her to release. She knew because she could smell the other woman's arousal, see the wetness that was building up, see the expression of desire and pleasure on her face and feel her own arousal building rapidly between her own legs. A gasping moan filled the library as Harry finally pushed his fingers between her folds and began working her hard clit. It was not long before Tonks was thrusting into his hand to encourage his pace. Tonks was gasping and groaning with pleasure, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open. Hermione found watching her face as she responded to Harry's touch was driving her mad. She knew she would not be able to wait until it was all over and would probably have to rub herself off - soon! Maybe even more than once!
"Tell me when you cum," Harry whispered to Tonks. At the moment she was incapable of words as Hermione thought she was close. Harry seemed to sense that too as his hand shifted and Hermione watched as two fingers slowly buried themselves into Tonks' core as she moaned in ecstasy and began gasping for breath.
Harry was soon rapidly driving his fingers in and out of Tonks. She was groaning with pleasure whenever she could catch a breath which was increasingly seldom. Hermione knew it would be soon and was not wrong as Tonks finally vocalized something other than a gasp or moan of pleasure. "C-c-commmming!" she moaned before collapsing into Harry's arms in sated exhaustion.
That was enough for Hermione. She was too turned on to wait for Harry to finish with the bonding ritual, and considering they really had not even started yet she knew she could not wait that long without release. She also knew that for now she was on her own. Oddly, she didn't mind. The thought of playing with herself while Harry and Tonks went at it was another turn on for Hermione. As Harry gave Tonks a cuddle as she caught her breath, Hermione took off her clothes and got ready for her fun as well. She decided she could wait until the other two began another sex act, but hoped it would not be too long.
Harry was standing in front of her having ordered Tonks to undress him. His sword was ready for a sword swallowing exhibition from the older witch now kneeling before him. Hermione was watching both Harry and Tonks as Tonks took Harry and swallowed him to the hilt. As Harry groaned in appreciation, Hermione began pleasuring herself, her legs spead wide so Harry could watch if he wanted, which he did. Her limited experience with Harry, and no prior experience to alter her opinion, told her that Harry did not hold back when she sucked him off and usually finished quickly. Quite unlike when he made love to her where he always lasted at least long enough for her to come. She wondered if while watching each other they could still find a way to finish together. She saw the desire in his eyes and she knew from his expression he saw it in hers. Although it seemed far quicker than normal, she was soon telling him she was there and saw as he released into Tonks' mouth seconds later. The first part of the bonding ritual was complete, she thought as she came down from her climax.
Hermione's eyes fluttered open after the first new moan of pleasure from Tonks. Tonks was seated near her, legs spead wide, with the black haired mass between them. Harry was licking her silly. Hermione had a theory about this talent Harry had demonstrated. There was no way that tongue of his was normal when it had entered and explored her. She believed that Tonks could confirm her theory of his singularly unique ability with his tongue, but had to wait for him to invade her to have any hope of confirmation. She watched intently, yet shifted her gaze from Harry's actions to Tonks' reactions. She felt she would know when Harry would shift from Tonks' clit to invading her totally. She was not wrong. Looking at Tonks as Harry's tongue began to explore her deeply, she saw Tonks eyes fly open in shock and pleasure. Tonks looked her in the eyes and all Hermione could do was nod in reply. Hermione's suspicions seemed to have been confirmed and she noted Tonks was now as out of control with passion as she had been. Tonks announced her new orgasm in seconds.
Harry did not give the relaxing witch more than a moments rest as he almost immediate rose up from kneeling between her now relaxed legs and entered her with his renewed arousal. That was all it took to get Hermione going on herself again. Tonks would have two more climaxes and Hermione was able to hold off until Harry finally came as Tonks succumbed to her second climax. Hermione noted the flash of magic that happened upon Harry's finish and now saw the black ribbon with the silver "B" that graced Tonks' neck. It was actually somewhat fetching, she thought. It was also proof positive that she was now bound to Harry. But she also knew that to bind Tonks to her would require one more act of intimacy.
She would have to make love to Harry again as the newly bound Tonks watched as she was House Potter and not Black. It was a rare situation where two Houses were combined under one person and to combine the Houses Consorts and Concubines to each other's house required the exhibitionist display. Not that Hermione minded at all. She, in fact, would make love to her Harry four times before the three of them finally fell asleep in the Master's Bedchambers. It might have been more had Harry not given her a break by taking Tonks in turn. When she fell asleep in his arms that night with Tonks also cuddled against him, part of her knew she could accept this bizarre lifestyle.
A/N: RELATIONSHIP SCORECARD:
If you didn't read the Intro, you missed that. This is so you can keep up with who's with who and how.
Lord Harry James Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, age 15 (born 7/31/80)Lady Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16 (9/19/79). Girlfriend/fiancé as of 6/18/96; CONSORT, HOUSE OF POTTER 6/23/96.
Nymphadora (Dora) Tonks, age 21 (7/12/74); Title of Interest to Sirius Black 3/18/74; Concubine By Proxy (Remus Lupon) to Sirius Black 6/20/87; Bound to Sirius Black, 7/22/93; CONCUBINE, HOUSE OF BLACK 6/24/96.