CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: THE OTHER SHOE
THURSDAY, JULY 11th 1996 – Potter Manor, Duchy of Charenwell.
She was having a wonderful dream. It was her wedding day and her perfect Husband and her were about to say their vows after which they would eat and dance the night away before spending that night, and almost every night thereafter, doing very naughty things to each other and making a large family. She looked and saw her bridesmaids, all in wedding dresses as well, but that was okay since they would be very naughty with her and her husband later that night and forever after. A part of her wanted to think that was strange, but it seemed perfectly normal so she let that go. It was perfect, until her brother Ron came in and started having a fit about cats or something. That ruined the mood and the dream faded.
Ginny still had her eyes closed, but could tell it was day light. Her bed never felt this cozy or safe, or warm before. She was on her side, which was not her normal sleeping position, but it was very comfortable and snug and she was draped over a wonderful pillow that had the perfect little nook for her head. Then her pillow breathed.
Her eyes flew open and she could see the pillow was all skin and but inches from her head was a chin, beyond which was a sleeping face with long, curly, brown hair. She then remembered. Harry was her pillow. The other head belonged to Hermione. There was a hand on her right shoulder which seemed like it was Harry's, then again the hand cupping her right breast could be his too. And a body was snuggled into her back as well. One with boobs! Luna, she thought as she opened her eyes again and say Hermione's brown eyes watching her.
"Sleep well?" Hermione whispered.
"Mmmm," Luna replied with a content smile on her face for she had indeed.
"Me too," Luna whispered, her lips clearly in Ginny's hair. "I had this nice, warm pillow that's soft in all the fun places…" she added gently squeezing Ginny.
"As this is your first morning," Hermione said, "you can wake him up if you want."
"Wake Harry?"
"Well," Hermione said taking Ginny's hand and guiding it beneath the sheets to where the other Harry slept, "part of him at least."
It sounded like fun, so Ginny coaxed the little one out of its slumber and then decided that even though she was sore, she wanted to try it on top. The oral sex with Harry and the others in the bath was fun too.
After breakfast and watching Harry's morning "workout" with Daphne and Astoria, Ginny found herself dressed in a nice outfit and seated in the back seat of what she was told was a very expensive motor car with the two Greengrass sisters. She was told they were going shopping for her new wardrobe. She had also been told that these two girls knew clothes and could make a pig look elegant.
"So, how was your first day?" Astoria asked as the car pulled away from the largest building Ginny had ever seen and past one of two major construction sites very close by.
"It's not over yet," Ginny noted. "Not what I expected."
"Better or worse?"
"Much better," Ginny sighed, "although I think I'm walking funny."
"We were too," Daphne chuckled. "Our Harry really can wear you out."
"Only because you can't get enough of him and then, you had far too much," Astoria said. "Daphne and I had a wonderful bonding, but the next morning was a little uncomfortable."
"We were thinking of putting a warning in the book about pacing yourself with him, but we don't think it will work," Daphne said.
"Nope," Astoria agreed. "He wore out Hermione and Luna as well their first day."
"And Dora and she wasn't even close to being a virgin anymore."
"And the others?" Ginny asked.
"They had day jobs." Daphne said. "The rest of us had nothing better to do other than Harry."
"But Dora's an Auror," Ginny said.
"And a member of Dumbledore's Order," Daphne said. "Actually, until recently she was a spy for our country in both groups. Her job for both this summer was to keep an eye on Harry. The Ministry didn't know where he was, but knew that she did and Dumbledore didn't trust her with other things so he had her 'watch' Harry. The night he got back to his vile relatives, she snuck into his room and brought him here. Of course, had either Dumbledore or the Ministry known that, they'd probably say she kidnapped him."
"Did you put that in the book?" Astoria asked.
"After getting the full story from Dora and Remus about how they got Harry out, their plans and such to do so and how they tricked Dumbledore right up until yesterday when our Harry pulled the rug out from under him, yes. I need to review our memories about that one. I'd really love to see yours, Ginny. As you were not yet one of us, that should be a very interesting perspective."
"Book? What book?"
"Books actually," Astoria said. "All of us girls are helping write handbooks, both for ourselves and for the others who will be joining us. One volume we'll share with the Longbottoms and probably the Weasley Twins as well. It's all about Consorts and Concubines and the various bonds we have, strongly recommending Love Bonding. Personally, I like knowing that I really do enjoy being with Harry. It also includes stuff about the history of this place, a travel guide – although that's a work in progress – witch's health – Mallory wrote that as she's a Healer, she also wrote the section on children and their care and such – the Investiture, all kinds of things. The other book is specific to our family. That book contains each of our life stories, when we first became involved in any way with Harry, how we came to be his girls, our bonding itself. That book also has the guidelines for sex and all that based upon what has evolved since Hermione practically jumped Harry's bones the day after we left school."
"She jumped his bones?"
"Well, they became boyfriend/girlfriend when she woke up after your little adventure in the Ministry. Pretty much nothing more risqué than snogging from then until King's Cross. When she got home, she wrote him a long letter which begged him to find a way to see her and promised him she would – er – give herself to him the moment they met again or whatever. Dora brought her here the day after we got back from Hogwarts and he got that letter while they were eating lunch."
"She said she was so embarrassed," Astoria added.
"She also said he acted like it was nothing," Daphne continued. "Anyway, he took her to see his Library knowing she would be thrilled. Have you seen it yet?"
"No," Ginny said.
"Bigger than Hogwarts by far," Astoria said.
"And much nicer," Daphne added. "Anyway, she got there and once she could think again, she stripped naked and jumped him."
"They went at it like bunnies all afternoon," Astoria said. "Didn't even pause when Dora came in and pulled up a chair to watch. They completed the bond without even knowing it."
"How?"
"Hermione read about it in a trashy romance novel she nicked from one of her roommates. Thought it was just a plot device, but it sounded so romantic. So she did the oath while doing Harry. Presto! They're married."
"But everyone knows about that," Ginny began.
"Those of us raised as witches by witches do," Daphne said. "Hermione was a Muggle Born and never was much into that sort of talk. And you won't find anything about those bonds in the Hogwarts library."
"Why not?"
"Dumbledore banned those books. He can't have witches he can sell becoming Consorts before he can profit from them, can he?"
"That man is pure evil," Astoria said.
"Tell me about it," Ginny said remembering her talk with Bill. "So Hermione and Harry went at it all afternoon?"
"Poor Hermione did it ten times the day she lost her virginity," Daphne said. "It was a good thing Dora bonded the next day, 'cause Hermione was too sore for anything."
"I would never have guessed she would be so … randy," Ginny said.
"Would you have guessed you would be?" Astoria asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Last night? Probably this morning as well. That's something you knew all along you would jump into and enjoy?"
"You have a point."
"While your bond may compel you to do what he says, it cannot make you enjoy it deep down inside. Yet you did, didn't you?"
Ginny nodded. "A lot," she admitted. "I kind of wish I wasn't so sore right now … and Harry was here needing a girl."
"We think it's Harry," Daphne said. "You know they called me the Ice Princess at school."
Ginny nodded.
"And I was the Ice Handmaiden," Astoria said.
"Why…?"
"We came to Harry virgins," Daphne said. "I was the last virgin in my year."
"As was I," Astoria said. "Slytherin boys expect you to spread your legs for them as soon as you are known to have had a period. At the end of Third Year, most girls who have held out are raped. After that, your role is to get naked and have sex with any boy with a hard on near you. The reason why Slytherins are dead last in grades is not just because we have some real idiots, is because it's hard to study with a boy's cock in your mouth while another takes you from behind."
"Or when you know that might happen if you let your guard down for even a second," Daphne added. "Astoria and I practically lived in the Library and quickly became faster and better with our wands than any boy in Slytherin. That and we don't need wands to keep a boy away. Wasn't like that in Gryffindor, was it?"
"There was girl sex in the girl's dorms and showers," Ginny said, "but only if you wanted it. No one made you do that. Nothing like that in the Common Room."
"And you were not expected to service your Head of House either, were you?"
"You mean Snape?"
"He didn't break in virgins, but once you gave it up in the Common Room, you could be called to his office for some extra instruction, usually of the sweaty and horizontal nature."
"Merlin's Beard! So that means Millicent Bulstrode…"
"She started second year by taking off her clothes and claiming she could do the whole Seventh Year boy's dorm and still wear out the Sixth Years," Daphne said. "The boys will do any girl. They like both willing and unwilling ones."
"Parkinson?"
"Betrothed to Malfoy," Daphne said. "Could have given her protection as that's one line those animals don't cross unless her betrothed let them, which Draco did. Used her with Snape too. Then again, with Malfoy as your boyfriend, you probably would need a gang bang to climax. It's said he could rape you and you would never even know it."
Ginny looked confused.
"He's got a really little dick," Astoria said.
"Oh."
"As you can imagine, almost anything seems better that being a girl in Slytherin and, to be honest, Harry aside, this is paradise! I can't wait to tell Daddy how happy we are!"
"Excuse me?"
"Our family is going to move here sometime in the next few months," Daphne said. "It broke Daddy's heart to have to sell us at all, even though Harry said he was pleased it was to him. If he learns what we really feel, that this is probably the best life we could ever have hoped for … well, maybe he'll forgive himself. So, what about your life before all this?"
"And you can skip this past year," Astoria said. "We've heard a lot about that from the others."
So Ginny began telling them about her life.
Hermione was sitting in the Conservatory enjoying a cup of tea and some "light" reading late in the afternoon when a groan and a flop distracted her. Across from her was Ginny, slumped in a chair looking exhausted in a way.
"Ginny?"
"Tell me you went through that hell, please?" Ginny moaned.
"What hell?"
"Clothes shopping with Daphne and Astoria."
"This past Sunday and Monday they managed to drag Luna, Dora and me with them," Hermione chuckled.
"They take you to every witch's store in that town?"
"Probably not," Hermione said, "just all the good ones."
"I don't have a clue how I'm going to need all that they got me."
"You might not," Hermione smiled. "But don't be surprised if you do."
"And we must have filled the car with bags!"
"Well, at least you won't be able to say you have nothing to wear."
Ginny chucked. "I now have more clothes than ever. And a lot of it is still being made."
"And I bet it all looks wonderful on you," Hermione said. "Those two know how to shop."
"I'm beat! I'm glad that's over with."
"For now," Hermione said.
"Excuse me?"
"That trip was for your formal wear and your summer and fall wardrobes. In a few months, they'll be dragging us out again for winter and spring. The good news is they are self adjusting so unless you want something else, you won't need to go back for a bit. Was it really such a pain?"
"Actually, it was kind of fun. Just tiring."
"It can be that," Hermione said. "I'm waiting to hear Minerva and Mallory when they get back from their trip with those two."
"They've avoided it?"
"So far, but Saturday they'll get the Greengrass Treatment. Those two are trying to get Harry to go as well, but so far he's managed to avoid it. Dora got him a decent wardrobe our first week here, but he could do with more. I'm trying to fit that into his schedule."
"He's gonna love you," Ginny chuckled. "Daphne said the Elves might have been around to the Burrow?"
"You're stuff, less your old clothes and school books are in boxes in your Common Room. Why?"
"I kind of said I'd let them look at my collection of Boy-Who-Lived books."
"You have a … you never showed me!"
"By the time you came by, I was a little embarrassed with it. It's so fake. But, knowing the real Harry, they are kind of funny."
"How many?"
"Well, I have them going back to when I was three. They were my favorite stories for a time and Mum used to … do you think she was trying to set me up even then?"
"Wouldn't put it past her," Hermione said. "How many?"
"Over a hundred. Ron hated that I always got them, but since he didn't like to read…"
"Milady?" Darda the Elf said, "Madam?"
The two young women looked at the Head Elf.
"His Lordship requests your presence in the Family Dining Room," he finished before popping away.
"What's this about?" Ginny asked.
Hermione could only shrug as she stood and the two headed for the stairs.
They found Harry and most of his other witches were already seated, all the witches looking a little confused and Harry looking grave. Daphne and Astoria were right behind them. Also present were the Weasleys and their Consorts and Concubines and Neville, Susan and Amber. The remaining Harry Girls took their seats, Hermione's beside Harry.
"What's wrong, Harry?" she asked.
"There have been some unanticipated reactions to our fun at Gringotts yesterday."
"Bad press?"
"That was anticipated," Harry sighed. "The Goblins liquidated the accounts of the thirty-four dead beats. Twenty-two of them had enough money to cover their default, if just barely. Twelve were then forced into asset liquidation. Three of those don't have enough property to avoid losing everything and one of those three is a … interesting development."
"Oh?"
"Among the assets the Goblins need to liquidate from the estate of Lucius Malfoy are his three Concubines; including it seems one of the ones I planned to purchase on Monday."
"Who?"
"Stacey Campbell," Harry said placing a paper on the table. "This is title to her."
"I take it we're not called here about her," Hermione said. "It's the other two?"
"Among other things, but we need to deal with the other two first."
"We said we'd help you with your Concubine issues if you needed us to," Fleur said with Bill nodding.
"Thanks," Harry said sliding two other parchments to Bill. "Titles to the other two. We'll need to claim them today or tomorrow, Bill."
"How?"
"Well, unless you want to bind them here," Harry said, "when you get home just touch your wand to the seals on the titles and they'll be summoned to you. Do you know how to bind them?"
"I'm sure these miscreants do," Bill said indicating his brothers, "but no."
"Fortunately," Hermione said, "we can give you something on that." She waived her wand and said Accio Three Copies Volume I Self-Updating Bonding Guides."Three books were soon in her hand and she passed them to the three Weasley boys. "We've been working on these for a bit. It's all about this place and our type of family. It includes a significant section on bonds and how to make them and such. It's still a work in progress, but as we add to the master copy, all others will update as well. What you need to know is in the section on the Concubine Bond."
"Thanks," Bill said.
"So Bill," Fred said.
"Who'd you get?"
"No one," Harry said. "Not 'til he coughs up two galleons."
"Two galleons?" Fleur asked. "That's all they cost?"
"No. But that's all I'll take for them to have a good home."
"Oh." Bill sent two gold coins across the table.
"What'd you get," Fred said again.
"Says here Mary Howard, age eighteen, two years in service and Samantha Johnson, age seventeen, one year, both Muggle Borns."
"There's more, isn't there?" Hermione asked.
"It seems Dumbledore is at least trying to pay me back," Harry said. "He's liquidating assets." Harry said handing Hermione a list. "That's a list of new names up for Auction on Monday. They were added just before the absolute final deadline. Twenty-seven Muggle Born witches, all of whom are Hogwarts students. Seems he's got me a bit over a barrel."
"How?" a few voices asked.
"From Remus, I learned he's in the trade and has access to inside information. He may not know who the buyer is, but he probably knows that someone has places some very high bids on this year's new 'crop' of witches. For those of you who don't know, I am buying every new concubine available for purchase at Monday's Auction. They usually sell for five hundred or less. I've placed blind bids on the lot of them at two thousand a head. If Dumbledore found that out, he can make a cool fifty-four thousand with these new ones and there's no way I can cry foul."
"Why not?" Bill asked.
"Because I can't let them go. It's just wrong. I also won't underbid myself. That might encourage someone to seriously try and bid against my agent. And as I placed no restrictions on how Dumbledore came up with the money to pay me back for what he stole, he can do what he wants legally."
"Can you afford that?" Fleur asked.
"Even with expenses and such, my accounts will increase by far more than that this year. I'm spending income I don't need. But my other problem is I really don't have room for them. Or maybe I just don't want my girls to suffer from such an increase in my attentions. Eighteen Concubines is going to be problems enough as it is."
"We're in," George said.
"We are?" Angelina asked.
"You heard the girls' stories about what life is like for most women like them," George said. "Could you really look yourself in the mirror knowing you could have at least helped them have something better?"
"Same terms as Shelly and Ellen?" she asked.
George nodded. "Salaries if they work in the business. Education as far as they want and can handle, all that. And the other bonds if they ask. You know you are always first, Love."
"Fine," Angelina said. "But you're going to need one huge house or lots of smaller ones and …"
"I will provide that," Harry said. "My contribution to the cause."
"What do you mean, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"The lake where the guest hotel is being built has a lot of land. More than enough for a few large houses for large and unorthodox families. Adding those to my annual costs will cut into profits, but I won't go into the red."
"You've already looked into that?"
Harry nodded. "And stipends for furnishings and clothes as needed. If all three of you agree, that's nine women per family. You can decide who gets who however you like. My only condition is there are four sets of sisters and I don't want to see them split up."
"As I said, we're in," George said.
"We said we'd help," Bill added.
There was a pause as Fred and Alicia looked at each other before nodding. "Count us in too," Fred said.
"So," George said, "what are we looking at?"
"By House," Harry said, "it's seven Gryffindors, eleven Hufflepuffs, and nine Ravenclaws. No Slytherins obviously. By Year three would be starting Seventh Year, one Sixth…"
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"Mandy Brocklehurst from Ravenclaw," Harry replied, "seven Fifth Years, nine Fourth Years and seven Third Years. Minerva has seen the list. Between what I am already committed to buying or already have, this is probably every Muggle Born witch attending Hogwarts who is over the bonding age and not otherwise bound."
"I am so glad we're shot of that place," Susan said with disgust in her voice.
"Well said," Neville agreed. "Harry? Why are we here? None of these girls are becoming Longbottoms."
"Had Bill, Fred and George not agrees, you might have been," Harry shrugged. "But regardless, we needed to discuss how we go about bringing them all here. There are too many to bring all at once. All told, I am buying fifty-one young women come Monday, or at least I am buying the rights to them. All but six are current Hogwarts students, by the way. That would be impractical in the extreme. Add to it the fact that most of these young women are probably going to get even less warning about what is about to become of them than Daphne and Astoria did, less than Ginny even, and that most of them probably have no idea that something like this could happen in our world and Hermione and I think it's important they be eased in to some extent."
"What are you talking about?" Verity asked. "We just found ourselves in a room with some man telling us we were his and getting to it. The bond prevents any reaction."
"Not true," Daphne said. "Bonding may prevent any outward reaction, but unless it's immediate, you still feel fear, confusion, betrayal and such. Moreover, as I'm sure you know, the real you is still in there somewhere. Harry could have suppressed Daphne Greengrass, but I'd still be in here watching. He didn't so I'm not locked away."
Verity nodded. "Fred let the real me out after years as well. It was easy to love him for that alone. But can't you just bond then do it?"
"I suppose," Daphne said. "But Harry let us get used to the idea a little and let us know before we bonded just what to expect. We knew he would never hurt us and would try his best to give us something close to the life we should have had. We knew that before anything else happened. We had been told what happens with most concubines and considering who we thought had bought us, we expected the worst. We expected to be sent to Hell and instead found a Heaven."
"We were mostly ourselves during the Bonding," Astoria said. "It made the experience better, I think. All the bond did was keep us from running away or something. But, as we knew what happened and that Harry was doing his best for us under difficult circumstances and that he really did care about us in a way, the bonding was a pleasant experience for my sister and I."
"Harry did the same for me," Ginny said. "The only down side is I might have enjoyed it too much. I know I enjoyed it!"
"Too much?" Bill asked.
"I've been walking funny all day," Ginny said, "and don't look at Harry that way!" she added in anger. "It's my fault. Once I was bonded, he didn't tell me to do it four more times! He didn't ask me too either! I chose to and was allowed to and I'm paying the price for wanting more than I could handle!"
"So how would that work?" Verity asked.
"We'll bring them here in small groups, one or two for each household. Two only if they are sisters. Because of the nature of the titles, they will arrive here at the Manor. They will be met by a group of experienced concubines for their orientation. Minerva will be one. Most of the girls were her students so that may help. Mallory will be here regarding health issues…"
"And with plenty of calming draught," Mallory added.
"And there will be one other witch from the other households, preferably ones that know firsthand what could have happened to them. I can assume Amber is your house selection, Neville?"
Neville nodded. "Might change once Clearwater is here. Depends on whether she was worse off or not I guess."
"Unless she was a whore lying in a brothel I doubt it," Amber said. "While my life with House Longbottom was nice and is now wonderful, my start as a concubine was not pleasant."
The Weasleys were in whispered conversations with their Consorts and Concubines for a moment.
"Verity will be ours," Alicia said.
"Shelly," George added.
"Fleur for now," Bill said. "We'll see if either of these two are up to it," he added indicating the two titles in front of him.
"Anyone else?" Fleur asked.
"That's up to each household," Harry said. "I think we should let the primary group work out how to break all this to the new arrivals."
"When will they arrive?" Neville asked.
"First – er – shipment will be on Monday as soon as we have the titles back from the Auction," Harry said. "Thereafter, we will transport on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, excluding my Birthday of course, until all of them are here. Whether you bond with them the day they arrive is up to you. Once they are done with – er – orientation, the house representatives will bring them to where they need to be for, well, whatever happens next."
"Which means the Library here is off limits on those days," Hermione added.
"Why's that?" Alicia asked. She had spent most of the day there.
"If you must know," Hermione said, "I gave myself to Harry, lost my virginity and became his Consort on a couch in that Library my first afternoon here. Since then, all of Harry's Concubines and Luna have or will be bound to him there."
"Knowing how special it was for Hermione," Daphne added, "and that we all share that with her and each other is kind of special. Story and I were told that before we went through the rite."
"It made it easier for us," Astoria said. "It told us we were considered the same as all the others, including Harry's Consort. We didn't feel as … I don't know …"
"Ruined?" Verity offered.
"For lack of a better word."
"Hermione told us about that when we arrived," Neville said. "I guess it made sense to Susan and I, particularly after we learned that our Bonding Place, beneath an oak tree by a lake on my family's estate, has been used for Bonding by my ancestors for the last nine generation. I forgot to ask you, Amber. Where did you and Dad…"
"Your Mum said you Longbottom boys have a thing about oak trees and lakes," Amber giggled. "And I liked your new one as well."
"We'll probably need a tent available by our tree, Neville," Susan said, "in case of bad weather."
"Good idea," Neville chuckled. "Don't fancy a go in the rain really."
"How long will this take," Fleur asked.
"If we begin this Monday," Harry replied, "we can have them all here by mid-August. Things may be a little cramped for us all for a bit, but I have been assured that Longbottom and Black House will be substantially complete by the beginning of September and, if I get on it first thing tomorrow, the three Weasley homes will be ready not later than mid-September."
"I like that idea," Daphne said. "Gives us a whole weekend to take our new friends shopping."
"Are you trying to scare them away?" Ginny quipped.
"What's this?" Bill asked.
"Daphne and Story took me into to town to shop for my new wardrobe," Ginny said with a smile. "We must have been to a thousand stores…"
"She exaggerates," Daphne said.
"There aren't anywhere near that many," Astoria added.
"And even then, we only took her to the good ones."
"Well, the others are good as well," Daphne said. "But as Ginny is now bound to the Duke…"
"She can't wear just any old outfit now, can she?" Astoria said.
"They've become our designated fashion shoppers," Hermione said. "I never thought much about it before. Neither did Luna. But we all want to look good for Harry in public, so we all have or will be run through the Greengrass wringer so we all can look good for Harry, this Country and all that."
"That reminds me," Daphne said, "as Senior Attendant to Her Highness, Duchess Hermione, I have made arrangements with the various shops in Pottersport for the lot of you. As close, personal friends of His Highness the Duke, you can expect to be invited to various functions he will be expected to either attend or host. I have here a list of the types or styles of attire you will need to acquire for the men, and women including Concubines. There will be State Dinners on occasion, State Balls – the next one will be this Sunday for the Investiture of our new Countess and the Knighting of Neville, Luna and Ginny…"
"What?" a few voices asked.
"It will be not unlike Harry's investiture and the Knighting of our Harry, Lady Hermione, Lord Mayor Lupin and Dora. Great place for pictures! Anyway, there will also be Evening Formal, Evening Informal and Garden Party attire. You each have accounts for one suit per man – including you, Dad, Neville – and three dresses or gowns, as appropriate, for each of your ladies – and your Mum, Neville – and shoes of course. Accessories are up to you."
"Blimey!" Fred said.
"What have we gotten into?" George finished.
"Well," Angelina added, "I for one think you'll look dashing, George. Can we go tomorrow?"
"I suppose," George said getting a hug.
"It's not like we have anything better to do," Fred added, getting a gentle smack from Alicia before she hugged him.
THURSDAY, JULY 11th, 1996 –MALFOY MANOR, U.K.
Stacey Campbell sat at the small, wooden table eating her soup. With her were Mary and Sam (short for Samantha), although the three of them only had names in this room. Here was where they slept and ate and waited. It was primitive. They each had a small cot for sleeping and a wooden stool to sit upon. There was a sink, toilet and shower and little or nothing else. She had had a writing table once, but once she had taken her O.W.L.s it was removed, as was her one real set of clothes that she had only worn to school, as was her wand.
Outside this dungeon, for there was no other word for where she lived goodness knows how many years; she had no need for a name or anything else. Out there, she was to respond to "Bitch," "Slut," or "Whore." Out there, she was a filthy Mudblood and all she was good for was "entertainments." She had not worn clothing of any kind in ages it seemed. There was no need. When called, she would leave the room and suck and fuck whomever she was told for as long as her services were required. Then she would return here to await her next time. She no longer even knew what day or year it was. It really did not matter.
Life as she knew of it ended for her in late July of 1993. She was fourteen years old. Before this place, she lived with her real family outside of London. She had two loving parents who had decent jobs. She had a younger brother and sister who, while annoying at times, were very important to her as well. In the summer of 1990, she learned that the strange things that occasionally happened were due, at least in part, because she was a witch. A nice lady from an exclusive school came to tell her about that and magic and gave her a letter inviting her to attend a school for children like her called St. George's. Her parents were both thrilled and relieved. They admitted to her later that they were afraid they had been going mental, but it all made sense now and they were proud of her and she should make them proud by becoming the best witch she could be. Her little brother and sister were pleased as well. Deep down, Stacey was certain they were magical children too and one day they would all be off to this school together. After all, her last year would begin in 1996 when the youngest Campbell was twelve. She had so looked forward to that day.
She came home on Holiday breaks and told the family all about school, the people she had met and what she was learning. She was a good student and eager to learn all she could. In July of 1993, she was on her summer holiday from school. Her brother Richard was eleven and had received his letter too! They had a huge party for him. It was going to be so wonderful. And the next day, she was here and her life ended.
She did not know how she got here, but knew it was through some kind of magic. She arrived in this very room to see two other girls sitting naked on two of the cots and a tall, evil looking man with long, almost silvery blonde hair. He told her that in addition to being a worthless, filthy Mudblood whore, she was now his slave. She remembered him saying it was the one law in this land he could live with, as it kept filth like her from breeding and polluting the population. She couldn't say anything or even run away and the two other girls just sat there doing and saying nothing as the man proceeded to order her out of her clothes and perform all sorts of disgusting things to him and she could not resist. She began to hate magic, for she was sure that was why he could violate her in every way imaginable and she could not even whimper in protest. To her, the man's name was "Master." She knew he had another name, a strange name, but it did not matter. It never did. She was not human to him and he was not human to her.
The vile man was most put out that he had to allow her to return to school. He clearly felt magical education was wasted on "Mudbloods," but the law required it until she had taken her O.W.L.s. Not that it mattered, really. He spent days, maybe weeks "training" her in her new role as a whore. She would service him and his guests in any way they desired. No sexual act was beneath her and most were quite foul, in her opinion. Her training occurred in this very room. It was all she saw of the world for a long time it seemed. The other two girls had been there a while and had been through it all as well. Their names were Verity and Danielle and their names only mattered when they were alone in this room. She learned that she had replaced an older girl whose real name neither of them had ever learned. Neither of the girls knew what happened to Shelly, who had been here longer than they had. All they knew is that one day she was gone and Stacey was here.
When "Master" had determined her suitably broken, compliant and loose, she found out what life would really be like. She and the other two girls dreaded the door. When it opened, they would be led out to service men and women, or entertain them at meals by having sex with each other while the diners ate. The servicing and entertainment always lasted for hours and she had no idea how many times she had been violated. But the magic kept her from doing anything to stop it.
She found this out not long after she "entered Service." She was returned to a magic school that fall. It was not St. George's. It was called St. Andrew's and she was told her family and transferred her there. She wanted to tell anyone at the school what had and what was happening to her, but for some reason she could not. The abused whore was suppressed by the vile magic, and Stacey was all anyone outside her hell saw. This Stacey worked hard at school, but did not do as well as before. She was allowed but one hour a day for homework, not nearly enough to remain atop her classes. The rest of her time was spent in service. As many of the students at St. Andrew's lived at home, no one found it odd that she showed up just before first bell and left immediately after her last class. As she was new, no one found it odd that she had no real friends and was never invited to parties or anything else outside of school.
Prior to returning to school, the other two girls she lived with had never spoken as far as she could recall. It seemed that changed when they realized she was getting "outside." Unlike her, their hell began the summer after their O.W.L.s and they had never seen anything since. They only knew what year it was when a "new girl" arrived. The rest of the outside life, including days and dates, were unknowns. They thirsted for any information and, when they were alone, they talked and talked. They were both Muggle Borns like her. Verity had been here the longest. She arrived in the summer of 1991. The two girls who were here when she arrived were gone now. She had no idea what happened to them and never knew their real names. Danielle arrived the next summer just after another girl disappeared. Now Stacey was here. They told stories about their lives before all this. There really was no need to talk about what happened to them when they got here.
During the summer break after her Fourth Year of school and first year in this hell, Verity disappeared and Mary arrived. She too had just taken her O.W.L.s when this happened. Stacey and Danielle sat quietly on their cots whilst their new cell mate was raped and sexually abused in every possible way by their Master. They really couldn't talk to the poor girl as when Master was done with her for the day, they were called from the room for hours of sexual entertainments. It wasn't until Stacey began her Fifth Year at school when they learned about Mary. Again, Stacey was the source for any information about "outside."
Practically as soon as she finished her last O.W.L. exam, she was back here. This time, her one set of clothes, writing desk, books and wand were taken from her. After all, Master had said, she would never need them again. Not long afterwards, Danielle disappeared and Samantha arrived and it started all over again for the new girl. This time, however, it was a little different. When they finally had time alone, after Sam was in service, they talked. Stacey told Sam all about her life and all the stories she could remember from Verity and Danielle. Mary talked too. They all now knew they had three years here. After that, it was anyone's guess as to what happened, but anything was better than this. They all knew Stacey would be the next to disappear. It was only a matter of time. But they were friends and the two newer girls promised Stacey that the stories from her and the others would be passed on to newer ones so that they would not be forgotten.
Stacey was eating what passed for her dinner with Mary and Sam. Something had changed and none of them really wanted to guess what. Not long after Sam entered service, the entertainments had increased. There were more who demanded entertainment and they went on almost without break. The girls were given two days a week, they were told, to rest before it all started again so they would be "fresh as filth such as you can be." It all had suddenly stopped some time ago. They had not seen or heard anything in what seemed like ages. None of them wanted to guess what had happened and each was secretly thankful that someone had remembered they needed to eat. The food was the only way they knew that time was still passing.
Stacey felt something and looked up with a gasp. Mary and Sam looked at her in shock.
"Stacey!" Sam said. "You're collar! It's gone!"
Stacey reached for her neck. The black collar had appeared the day she first entered this hell. So far as she knew, only the other girls here could see it. Since her stuff was taken away after her O.W.L.s, it was all she wore and all that was hers in this world.
"Goodbye Stacey my friend," Mary said sadly with tears beginning to fall just as everything faded from Stacey's view.
THURSDAY, JULY 11th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Bill had left Fleur with his brothers and their women. That group was going to split the twenty-seven girls Dumbledore had just added to the Auction into three groups of nine. Bill knew his wife would make sure the division would be fair. He had two other witches to worry about right now. He stood with Harry and some of Harry's women in a large sitting room elsewhere on the First Floor. Hermione was there as one of the girl's would be a Potter and she was the Potter Consort. Also present was Minerva, because if anyone could get these girls to open up and understand what was happening, Harry and Bill both agreed she could. Mallory was there in her role as a Healer. Finally, as these girls belonged to Lucius Malfoy, Dora was there. They might know things about Malfoy and the Death Eaters that could be useful.
Harry placed his wand to the seal on the Title he held in his hand. Moments later, a naked young woman stood before him with a bewildered expression on her face. She made no attempt to cover herself. She was about two inches shorter than Harry, with deep blue eyes and long, black hair and pale skin. Harry figured her for a four fifths, meaning her breasts appeared to be about four fifths the size of Hermione's against which all breasts were measured in his mind.
"Get her something to wear," he said, "a bathrobe or something."
Stacey soon found herself wearing a warm, white, long terry cloth robe. It was the first clothing she had worn in goodness knows how long and it felt wonderful against her skin. Still, this sick new twist frightened her. Who were these people and what were they playing at?
Before her stood a young man, perhaps her age although she no longer knew what that was. He was taller than her with short black hair and glasses behind which were amazing green eyes. They were the most gentle eyes she had seen in a long, long time. She barely registered the others, except noting that they were all well dressed and not one of them had those vile, black hooded wizard robes that she was used to seeing.
"What is your name," Harry asked gently even though he knew the answer.
"I answer to 'whore,' 'slut,' 'bitch'," she began.
"I didn't ask you that," Harry said more firmly. "You were born with a name, were you not?"
She nodded. "But filthy Mudbloods don't deserve…" she began.
"Don't say that!" the young woman standing next to the young man said. "Don't ever say that!"
"You are a witch and a woman," the young man said in a gentle tone. "Anyone who says otherwise isn't fit to speak to you. Now what is your name?"
No one had cared about that in ages, Stacey thought. Just those girls who were with me. "Stacey," she said. "M-my name is Stacey Campbell."
"My name is Harry," the young mad said. "It is the only title I will willingly answer to. Do you know where you were just before?"
"N-no," she whimpered.
"How long were you there?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know. I – I don't even know how I got there. But that happened in July of 1993. I was only fourteen!"
"You're a First Generation Witch?" Harry asked.
The girl looked confused.
"Muggle Born?"
It had been a long time since she had heard that term. She nodded. "We all were," she added. "That's what happens to us they said. That's why we deserved whatever they did to us."
"They beat you?"
"No. Master did on occasion, but not too bad. He wouldn't let the others. Didn't want them ruining valuable property."
"Sex slave?"
"I guess."
"Did you do anything of a non-sexual nature?"
"I was allowed to go to school until I took my O.W.L.s," she said. "But otherwise I waited in the cell until someone outside the door wanted sex."
"How often was that?"
"Until recently, almost every day. We'd get called and service several men each … and women. We were kept at it until we collapsed from exhaustion sometimes. Next time we woke up, same thing."
"Why were you naked just now?"
She could not believe the question. "We're not deserving of clothes. I only wore them to school. I was naked all the rest of the time."
"Where's your wand?"
"Don't know. Once I finished my O.W.L.s I was told I would never need it again."
"Bill?" Harry said turning to a tall man with long red hair pulled into a ponytail, "let's get the others here." There was steel in his tone.
The older man placed his wand on a parchment and Stacey saw a form materialize in front of her. Although she only could see the back, she recognized the dirty blond hair of her friend Mary. Mary was in robes before she even had a chance to speak.
Stacey heard a gasp. She saw a tall woman, much older than the rest. "As I live and breathe," the woman said. "Mary Howard I presume?"
"P-p-professor McGonagall?" Stacey heard Mary said. "Is this Hogwarts?"
The woman shook her head. "Better," she said. She then apparently spoke with the others in the room. "She was in Ravenclaw the same year as Bill's brothers. Never returned after Fifth Year."
"I'm Bill," the tall man said to Mary. "Please have a seat."
Mary turned and saw Stacey. "Stacey?" Stacey nodded and Mary sat next to her, looking even more confused than Stacey was. Within the next five minutes, another young witched dressed in a matching white bathrobe joined them. It was their other friend Sam.
The young man named Harry looked at a form. "Stacey Campbell," he said reading, "age seventeen…"
"I'm that young?" she asked rhetorically and gasped expecting to be hit for speaking. No blow ever came.
"Started St. George's in 1990," Harry continued. "Bonded summer of '93 and transferred to St. Andrew's."
"They do that," another older woman said, "when they remove you. Unless they let you live at home, they change your school if you haven't sat for your O.W.L.s. That's why I finished at Hogwarts."
"Makes it easier for their women to disappear," McGonagall nodded. "The schools are sufficiently isolated from one another that a parent might take years to learn of the transfer. By then, the girls are done and beyond reach."
"I wasn't pulled from home," another woman said. "Lived with my folks until after I left school. Then again, they knew what I was – what I am."
"Do you know how you became what you were?" the young man named Harry asked Stacey.
The "were" struck her. "N-no. I was in my bedroom a-at home and then I was there and it was all over for me," she said starting to cry and realizing something had changed for the better. "Why did this happen to me? What did I do?"
"Nothing," Harry said. "All you did was be born into a sick world. No one deserves what happened to you, Stacey. None of you deserved it. Well, aside from the sick bastard who did this, no one does." He turned to the others. "I never should have left the bastard to the Goblins."
"Harry," Minerva said, "death by them except in battle is said to be slow and incredibly painful."
"Good to know the bastard will suffer," Harry grunted.
"This is all so vile," Hermione said.
"When one person is places in a position of authority and trust over another," Minerva said, "they come into a position where they can abuse that trust. Many do not. The Concubine Bond is merely one such position. A parent or guardian has that position over the child, a teacher has that position over a student. Can you honestly say you are not aware of similar – if not as extreme – abuses?"
"No," Hermione replied.
"As potentially repugnant as the Concubine Bond is, it has a purpose and can be very beneficial to the concubine. Originally, it was employed to keep societal magic alive by ensuring witches remained part of our world. Harry practices the custom of that time, treating all of his women with the love and respect they deserve as people regardless of how it was they came into his life. Unfortunately, the bond can be perverted and in the hands of a Pureblood Supremacist … well, Miss Stacey here is living testament to just how perverted it can become."
"C-concubine bond?" Stacey asked.
"It's a magical bond between a witch and wizard," the young women with curly brown hair said in reply. "One of two in our world. The other is the Consort Bond. Both bonds have existed for over a thousand years."
"Are they different?" Stacey asked.
"In some ways and the same in others," the woman said. "I am a Consort. Muggle Born like you, but unlike you I chose this of my own free will. My bond is reciprocal. My wizard is bound to me as well. Your bond is involuntary from your point of view and, unless modified – which it can be – is only binds you to him. Magic merely prevents him from killing you or allowing you to be killed. Anything else is apparently fair game.
"The Concubine Bond was created because our kind was dying out," the woman continued. "There were far more witches than wizards, there still are. This was before they could easily detect Muggle Borns. Witches needed to remain in the magical world to keep it going as mothers for the next generation. If they left and married into the Muggle world, they were lost to us, as were their children usually. The bonds were created so that a witch who did not have nor could find a magical husband would still be bound to a wizard to bear and raise magical children. Long after the bonds were in common use, the notion of blood purity arose. Those wizards have since perverted the bond to their own view of things creating a virtual slave class that was never intended.
"More open minded wizards created the Consort Bond to protect at least some of us from your fate as once you are magically bonded, no one can break the bond. The problem is the Consort Bond is mutual. It creates, enhances and maintains a very beneficial and supportive relationship between the witch and wizard, but the two must want that or it cannot take hold. Moreover, it must be entered into before the witch is bound in any other way to a wizard either as wife or Concubine. The law protects the former bond, magic the later. Unless you married or became a Consort before you could be sold as a Concubine (for that is how it works), you become one. The majority of Muggle Born witches are Concubines because none of us had family as magical guardians to prevent that. Our guardian was a wizard, one who was either a Pureblood or a traditionalist and considers us as little more than a commodity of some monetary value to him."
"That's not to say," another woman said, "that those of us whose fathers were wizards and our magical guardians would never sell us. We can be as well. But there is at least that family thing that makes them less inclined to do so. My father was forced to sell me before I was even born."
"So you couldn't avoid it?" Mary asked.
The woman shrugged. "It was possible. I could have become a Consort which would have prevented me from being bound as a Concubine. But as I was not even thirteen when I was bound, it was not a practical option."
"So you're a sex slave too?"
The woman shook her head. "Sexual relations with your Binder are but a small part of what should be. We were intended to be bound so that our hearts, minds and magic would enhance our new family. Services of a more physical nature were never intended as the sole basis or rationale for the bond. It was perverted into that by the Pureblood elites who believe those of us with less than Pureblood are of no account whatsoever. But there are some Binders who are not such fools and who see all the benefits both to them and their women that the Bond can offer, not just in the bedroom."
"Would you say I am a sex slave, Miss Howard?" Minerva asked her former student.
"You're a… You're like us?"
"I have been a Concubine since before my Fourth Year at Hogwarts. Fifty-three years now. But I have never been a slave of any description. My Binders saw more in me than that."
"But you still had sex with them…"
"I was and am intimate with them," Minerva nodded. "Intimacy and sex may look the same but they are vastly different. I share with my wizard and he shares himself with me. He takes nothing from me. He gives of himself and I give back, the way it should be between a man and a woman. You were most unfortunate to be bound to a man who has never known or cared for love, not even for what he might have had from his own wife – and yes he did have one."
"So what happens to us now?" Samantha asked. "Are we free? Can we go home?"
The dark haired young man's shoulders slumped just a bit and he sighed. "The unfortunate thing about magical bonds is that they cannot be broken," he said. "Once you became concubines, you became them for life."
"S-so w-we have to g-go back?" Mary whimpered.
"No," he replied gently. "You will never go back to where and what you were. Concubines are somewhat like property. While the bond cannot be broken, it can be transferred and yours has been."
"How?" she asked.
"To whom?" Stacey asked.
"Your former … whatever that cretin was owed me a lot of money. He couldn't pay so his property was confiscated and set to be liquidated. That included the three of you. Had I done nothing, you three would be sold at auction in a few days. You would not know of it until you were transferred to your new wizard. However, when I was informed of this, I intervened. I will not let that happen and risk you're falling into a similar situation, so I took Title to the three of you and brought you here. It is my duty to find you good homes with wizards who will treat you with the love and respect you deserve. You will be allowed to choose just how far you can go in your lives and just what you can do."
"But our educations," Mary began.
"Will resume," Harry said. "Stacey?"
The girl could only nod in reply.
"You were set for auction anyway. Apparently your former – er – employer only keeps a Concubine for three years before selling them and getting a new one. I knew nothing about you, but had a bid on you anyway, a rather substantial bid."
"Why?"
"Several reasons. Suffices to say I think you and the others like you who are up for sale all deserve a life, so I'm buying the lot of you who are about your age or younger. So you will join Minerva, Mallory and Dora," he said indicating the three older women, "as an honored part of my family."
"And us?" Samantha asked.
"My friend Bill here is willing to offer you two a home and family. Admittedly, you really don't have a choice, but we'd like to think you would prefer this."
"We can't really go home?" Mary asked.
Harry shook his head. "Your bond prevents that to a degree. You would never be able to tell them anything. More than that, there is a war going on there now. Muggle Borns are not safe there, assuming anyone is at all. You will be safe here."
"What about our families?" Stacey asked. "What point is it to be safe if they're not?"
"I'm sure they would rather like to think you three are safe," Harry said. "That being said, things may change."
"What?"
"Later," Harry said. "For now, I will leave you with these ladies. Mallory is a Healer and will check you out; the others will ask you questions and answer yours. In a couple of hours, you will join our families for dinner."
With that, the two men and young woman left the three bewildered witches. But they saw and heard the young man named Harry speaking to the young woman who was probably his Consort. "Been here not even three weeks," he said. "Why is it every day is weirder than the one before?"
"Because you're Harry Potter, Love of mine," she said, "The-Boy-Who's-Weird."
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.
Key:
Names in Italics = OCGr – Gryffindor, Hu – Hufflepuff, Ra – Ravenclaw, Sl – Slytherin. SG – St. George's School, PE – Prince Edward School, SA – St. Andrew's, SP – St. Patrick's, SD – St. David's.(Number indicates last year completed. No number means they finished all seven years.)
P = pregnant.
Harry James Potter, age 15.
1. Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16 (Gr-5); CONSORT (POTTER).
2. Luna Celeste (Lovegood) Black, age 15 (Ra-4); CONSORT (BLACK).
3. Dora (Tonks) Black-Potter, age 21 (Hu); CONCUBINE (BLACK).
4. Minerva Grace (McGonagall) Potter-Black, age 68 (Gr); CONCUBINE (POTTER).P
5. Mallory Michelle (Grant) Black Potter, age 39 (Hu); CONCUBINE (BLACK).P
6. Daphne Renee (Greengrass) Black-Potter, age 16 (Sl-5); CONCUBINE (BLACK).
7. Astoria Lynn (Greengrass) Potter-Black, age 14 (Sl-3); CONCUBINE (POTTER).
8. Ginevra Molly Weasley, age 14 (Gr-4); CONCUBINE (BLACK).
Bill Weasley, age 25.
Fleur Patrice (Delacour) Weasley, age 19; CONSORT (BILL WEASLEY).
Neville Algicyrus Longbottom, age 15.
1. Susan Marie (Bones) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5); CONSORT (NEVILLE).
2. Amber Selma (Harker) Longbottom, age 33 (Sl-5); CONCUBINE (LONGBOTTOM).P
Fred Weasley, age 18.1. Verity Nicole (Smith) Weasley, age 21 (SG-5). CONCUBINE (FRED).
2. Danielle Louise (Carter) Weasley, age 20 (SG-5). CONCUBINE (FRED).
3. Alicia May Spinet, age 18 (Gr). CONSORT (FRED).
George Weasley, age 18.1. Shelly Ann (Parker) Weasley, age 22 (SD). CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
2. Ellen Suzanne (North) Weasley, age 20 (PE). CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
3. Angelina Olivia (Johnson) Weasley, age 18 (Gr). CONSORT (GEORGE).