Chapter 19: Wow, people really ARE that stupid.
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It was the Friday after the incident at the Daily Prophet and Harry was eating lunch in the great hall with a few of his ladies around him. He was sitting at the 'Puff table with Susan on his left and Hannah on his right. Across from him say Hermione, and beside her sat Luna and Daphne.
The Tuesday edition had printed an apology to Harry and his family and promised they would never make the same mistake or any similar again. Harry was pleased with that, as were his ladies. They enjoyed a lovely meal and were about to get to their classes when a small origami phoenix fluttered in front of Harry. He rose an eyebrow and opened the paper as it was obviously a note of some kind.
Harry,
I would appreciate it if you would take time out of your busy class schedule to visit me in my office. Perhaps
within the next half hour or so, no immediate rush. Headmaster Dumbledore.
P.s. - I find myself going to Poppy more often than not, sugar quills are rather addictive.
Harry frowned softly, the headmaster wanted to see him? He hadn't really.. done anything the past week. He hummed softly and shrugged lightly. They had been mending bridges lately, he was sure he was not in trouble. He told his girls, and they also reassured him that everything was fine. He figured he should take care of it sooner rather than later, and as the headmaster was already gone from the hall he was sure he was in his office. He made it to the gargoyle and spoke the thinly veiled password, allowing him access to the headmaster's office. He got to the door and knocked politely, waiting for the headmaster's call, he waited maybe 10 seconds.
"Enter." Came the soft, almost… agitated (?) Voice of the headmaster. Harry entered and was surprised to see the head of the DMLE, Rufus Scrimgeour, as well as Head Auror Shacklebolt and Senior Auror Black. He rose an eyebrow at this and was directed to take a seat.
"Is everything alright, Headmaster?" Dumbledore smiled at him, though he could tell he was holding back frustration.
"I am afraid not, though I hope this… silly thing can be taken care of soon." Scrimgeour bristled softly.
"This is not a silly thing, Dumbledore! These are serious charges!" He glared and Harry tilted his head.
"Charges for what, Sir?" Harry was confused for a moment, but as he caught on the Department head spoke.
"Murder, Mr. Potter! You are being charged with several accounts of murder. You have taken the lives of several pure-blood wizards! You must be punished. You will be escorted to Azkaban prison where you are to be detained until a trial can be arranged for you." He looked at Shacklebolt and Tonks, nodding to them and then to Harry. The two of them, especially Tonks, looked like they wanted to do the exact opposite. Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at Dumbledore before the old wizard spoke.
"I am afraid, Rufus, you cannot do that. While there may be charges against him, you must follow the law as well. Mr. Potter-Black is head of two Most Ancient and Noble houses, as such, he is allowed to remain under house arrest until his trial. Seeing as he is a student, though emancipated, he is allowed to stay here until then." Dumbledore smiled, though Harry could see it was forced.
Scrimgeour did not see the look of relief on Tonks' face, she did NOT want to have to arrest her Lord. She was thankful he was held under the pure-blood laws because of his titles.
"This… he… Very well!" He snarled and turned to the young lord, pointing at him. "You will stay here. You are not allowed to leave the grounds, do you understand me, boy?" Harry's eye twitched softly… he HATED being called boy in that condescending tone. He just nodded curtly, Scrimgeour would get his. He glared though, watching the man leave with his Aurors in tow. Harry huffed and looked at the headmaster.
"I do apologize, my Bo-" He stopped himself. "Mr. Potter-Black. It was either meeting you in my office, or having it paraded around the great hall." Harry nodded, his mood still a bit soured. "I will make sure you are properly notified of the date of the trial. More likely than not, I will also be notified as I am Chief Warlock." Harry nodded and sighed, Dumbledore smiling more genuinely now.
"I have much better news as well, Harry. Over the past few weeks, we have located two of Tom's trinkets. Imagine my surprise when one was within the walls of Grimmauld place." Harry was surprised himself but said nothing. "I found another around the village of your unfortunate abduction at the end of your 4th year. Thankfully I had Remus with me otherwise I fear I would have fallen to a rather nasty curse. He smelled it before I could touch the ring it was upon, and we managed to contain it." Harry smiled at this and nodded.
"The soul rod is giving us rather interesting reactions while we are in these halls. It insists there is one on the 7th floor, however where it leads us is rather bare." Here Dumbledore shrugged, but Harry was right there to help him.
"Probably the Room of Requirement, sir." Dumbledore's eyebrows rose and Harry smiled. "It's where I held the meetings last year for the Defense Association, Where we held the ritual, remember?." Harry had the older man's full attention now. A slow nod coming from him, Harry had created the room before the Headmaster had arrived."You simply pace back and forth in front of the picture of Barnabas the Barmy three times thinking of what you want… and there you have it." He smiled brightly. "Dobby showed it to me. The elves call it the come-and-go room. There is a part of the room that.. is just full of junk. I'm sure it will be in there… or something else related to Tom. You never know with him, he is a bit of a… psychopath. " Harry nodded and Dumbledore smiled, clapping his hands together.
"Marvelous, Harry! I will get on this right away. I must make some calls first." He looked at the time. "Oh… goodness. I am sure Filius will not mind your tardiness. I shall write you a note anyway." Harry thanked the headmaster as the note was handed to him, and they bid each other a good day. Dumbledore going to his floo to make several ministry calls, as well as one to Remus. The werewolf was his Hunting companion for Tom's Horcruxes.
The rest of the day went by with nothing major occurring. Prof. Flitwick understood and took no points, and he had only missed some practical charm work. He would work on it later, more than likely sometime during the weekend. Harry told his girls what had happened, and they had been livid for him, but they knew he would be fine.
The only slightly noteworthy event was that his girl Millie had gotten detention from Prof. McGonagall after Defense class. She had been walking out when she was nudged none too politely by a certain red-haired pain in the ass. She gave him a shove in return and they got into a bit of a verbal spar. It ended, however, when he got in her face and said something none too gentlemanly. It ended with his last words, not because he got the jibe in, but because the next thing he knew he was on his ass… with a dislocated jaw.
Millicent was normally very quiet, it was just how she presented herself. She was not one to be insulted though, and she showed her displeasure with the red-haired shit stain. Many people had, at first, teased her for being so large. Telling her she had troll blood in her veins, even giant blood, they were wrong. Only a handful of people knew, but she was actually half-orc. Her skin was normal color because her father was human and her mother had been an orc.
She didn't know who her mother was, and her father had never brought it up. It was why she was so large, why when she moved someone or something she wanted to be moved… it moved. It was why her sock to Weasley's jaw had floored him so easily. He was not a small boy either, he had a bit of a growth spurt over the summer, and was a bit taller than her. Prof. Snape had heard the commotion and would have docked Weasley points if it was not for the fact that Prof. McGonagall had been in the halls at the time.
So, it was for this reason that Harry was now standing outside of the transfiguration classroom, waiting for his large lady. Humming to himself as he waited for the detention to be over. She had lost Slytherin house 30 points and earned herself two nights' detention. It had first started out as a week, but there were plenty of eyewitnesses as to the events that transpired. It was why Ron was also serving those detentions and had gotten the same amount of points taken from him. The final bell for class-related issues rang out and Harry was not surprised that Ron was the first one out of the room.
He took a look at Harry and smiled.
"Harry, Mate! You didn't have to wait for me out here. I woulda came back to the common room." He grinned and Harry chuckled. He didn't say anything but smiled as Ron was nudged aside by the larger female.
"He's not here for you, Weasley," Millicent spoke as she made her way to the raven-haired young lord. While she did not have the conventional female octave in her voice, it wasn't deep and manly. It was lower than normal, and it had a certain huskiness to it that Harry enjoyed quite a bit. Ron gaped as Harry smiled and leaned up to give her a kiss. She was two inches taller than him at 6'2", not that he minded at all. It looked even more out of place when he was at his unglamoured height of 5'6". He stroked her cheek and Ron got his voice back.
"What… Harry. Really?! Her?" Harry surprised Ron by glaring and actually growling. It was a deep, primal sound that made the red-headed boy shudder.
"Is there something wrong with my choice of lady, Ronald?" He winced again, this time at his full name being used.
"She's a snake… mate. And well.. she's a lot bigger than you, that's… how would that even work?" Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, hooking his arm with hers.
"It works… very well, Ronald. Have a good evening." The two then left, off to the kitchens as Harry had skipped dinner to make a few floo calls on the whole stupid trial business. As the Wizengamot liked to drag their feet, he had to make sure anything he needed to be off the grounds for was taken care of. He walked with her, arm in arm, down the corridors.
Talking idly with her and smiling at her as she did not let the reason for the detentions get to her. She didn't hear it from him verbally, but she had a good feeling that Harry was pleased she stood up for herself. They made it to the kitchens and the house elves within froze as the door opened. They saw it was two students and went back to work, the head elf, who went by the name of Brucey, popped up to them. He was an older elf, but he was still as eager to please as most well-treated elves were.
"What can Brucey be doing for the young Lord and his miss?" Harry smiled, as did Millie, and Harry was the one to speak.
"Well, I missed dinner Brucey, I had to take care of my family stuff." The elf nodded, understanding of the course. "I would like something to tide me over till Breakfast. I know I have my own elves, but I know they are busy and I am not a cruel master." He heard soft, pleased gasps from some elves that overheard and smiled at them.
"We can be doings that, young Lord. Would you needs something to eats too, miss?" The older elf glanced and Millie, who simply nodded. The two teens were lead to a table off to the side and soon they were eating a wonderful meal courtesy of the Hogwarts elves. They chatted idly with each other, enjoying each others company and the meal before them. Before long, however, it was time to head back to their rooms. While they wouldn't necessarily get in trouble being out after curfew, they didn't want to push it.
As they rounded a corner going back up to their floor they were unfortunately intercepted by the resident dungeon bat. Harry suppressed a groan but did not drop his hand from Millie's.
"Well, well. What have we here? That will be 15 points for being out after curfew Potter, and 5 from Slytherin for letting yourself be coerced into being out of curfew, Ms. Bulstrode." Harry suppressed a roll of his eyes and it was Millie who spoke.
"Harry came to get me after detention, Prof. Snape, and I took him in a detour to the kitchens. I was hungry after all that work with Prof.McGonagall." Snape sneered nastily at her for defending Potter, and his tone showed his displeasure.
"You should know better than that, Busltrode! Why you are even sullying yourself with this brat is beyond me. Your line is already tainted enough as it is, there is no need to continue with it!" He sneered and for a moment was surprised at the low growl that came not from the angry lord, but from the half-orc female.
"What… did you say about my line, Snape?" Her voice was cold, and if Snape didn't know any better (he didn't) he would swear he saw her eyes flash red. "I must be mistaken, but I could have sworn you said my line was tainted." She had let go of Harry's hand and had stepped closer. Her face was contorted in barely suppressed rage. Snape was quick to take half a step back but it was just to school his features.
"I did not stutter, Bulstrode. That will be an extra 10 points for disrespect. Take Potter and get out of my sight." He glared and Harry put a hand on her arm, causing her to calm softly, her eyes had flashed red again. He gave her a soft smile.
"Come on, Millie, let's get back to the rooms, ok?" She nodded and they started to leave, but in her slight blood haze, with her heightened senses, she caught the tail end of mumbled words.
"… bothersome half-breeds." Harry closed his eyes with an angry sigh as he heard the not-so-low growl from his companion. Snape turned just in time to hear the near yell of fury from the large girl and then he was against the wall. His left kidney got a shot, and then his right. His head was then slammed a few times into the stone wall before he was hefted up and thrown to the ground.
His pained groans and moans echoed in the hallway. He went for his wand, barely able to pick up his arm, but found himself disarmed by the son of his dead rival. He partially glared and then felt fear as he saw the blood lust in the teen-aged girl's eyes. Not to mention the partial tusks that seemed to grow as she took on a slightly more orcish appearance.
He cursed the Potter brat once more as he was sure he owed the pain in the ass another life debt as he stood in front of the enraged female.
"Millie, Stop!" She snarled softly and went to move Harry but he placed a hand on her breast, where the crest was, and sent a small pulse of magic through it. She stumbled softly and looked at him, part of her angry about being denied, the other not wanting to hurt her lover. He caressed her cheek and then brought her down for a kiss. Stroking her cheek and minding her tiny tusks, watching them recede as she calmed down and panted heavily.
"S-Sorry… Harry. He just…" She growled again and then Harry turned and stunned the potion master. He gave her another kiss after turning and smiled gently.
"Come on… we'll take his greasy ass to his classroom, and let him sleep on one of the desks, ok?" She nodded and after another kiss, he levitated himself and moved with her toward the dungeons.
It was an uneventful walk, thankfully, and they got to the DADA classroom without any fuss. They opened the door and placed him on one of the larger desks. Harry did a small scan of his body and with a little pulse of magic helped push the Prof.'s own magic into helping heal him. He would be sore in the morning, but fuck him, he deserved it. He put him under a strong sleep spell and left him there, looking at Millie as if she was still kind of upset. He gave her a kiss after dispelling his glamour and took her into his arms.
"Trust me, Millie, I know the feeling." She nodded, having been told about the previous Sunday, it was all around the school after all. He gave her another kiss and then pulled back, seeing the mischievous gleam in her eye.
"What say you help me get rid of all this… leftover energy, Harry?" She growled softly, a playfully seductive sound and it made him shudder in undisguised delight.
"Well.. we can get one of the elves to pop us ba-" A finger was put to his lips and he looked at her confused.
"No, here. Better yet, on his office desk." Harry blinked and then laughed softly, giving her another kiss and then nodding. He took out his wand and they went to the office adjacent to the classroom. Once inside Harry put up his privacy spell bundle and then found his ass pressed against the desk, and his lips claimed. He had just managed to stow his wand when this happened, but he was more than pleased. His hands immediately went to her hips and brought her closer so their lip lock could be that much more intimate.
"I need you now, Harry! You know what… anything physical does to me!" He nodded and then playfully yelped as his school robes were literally torn off of him. Millicent was a nice girl, as long as you didn't piss her off, but she like to joke that she had a curse on her thanks to her heritage. She was deadly in a fight, either with magic or brawn, but when the blood lust wore off, she was left with just… lust. It was also why she did not play Quidditch or participate even in mock dueling. Once the adrenaline wore off she turned into a one-track-minded woman. Harry was knocked out of his thoughts as his length was quickly taken into her lips.
Millie couldn't take him to the base, she had tried but it proved to be too much for her. He didn't mind though, what she couldn't take was very well tended to. She used her tongue lips and hot mouth to quickly get him nice and hard, a hand in her hair letting her know just how much he loved it. He smiled at her and she gave him a deep-throated growl and extra lewd slurp. When he was completely erect she stood up and was quick to tear off her own clothes, not in the mood to wait much longer. She then slid Harry onto the desk, knocking papers and the like off before she mounted him.
"You can stick that Merlin-blessed tongue of yours into me after I've had you." Harry shuddered softly, while she was not as demanding and demeaning as Bellatrix, Millie was definitely rougher. As she positioned her dripping lips at his tip Harry took that time to quickly cast some strengthening charms on his body. Just as his wand vanished into its holster, his cock vanished into her needy lips. Both of them groaned as she sat on his lap in one swift motion.
"Fuck, Millie! So tight… have I been neglecting you too?" He groaned as she ground on his lap, his hands on her thighs and hips.
"Neglecting? No… but we haven't had time for fun." She licked her lips and then placed her hands on either side of his head, leaning down for a searing kiss before breaking apart and letting a hefty growl escape her lips as she started her rhythm. Harry was glad for his charm placement on himself, otherwise, this would have been a lot more painful than he was used to.
Once again Harry couldn't help but compare Millie to another one of his ladies. Fleur was passionate, and he never held back with her, but he was the stronger of the two physically, but the tables were always turned with his half-orc lover. He was again knocked from his thoughts as a few well-placed bounces and some clenches made him grunt in delight. He moved his hands to her hips and started to thrust up into her, causing her to snarl in her own pleasure.
"Yes, just like that… harder. You know you can't break me, but Merlin I want you to try!" She hissed again and was rewarded with Harry giving her his all in terms of strength. He was grunting and groaning as he did his best to please her, moving his hands from her thighs and hips up to her rather large bosom. She was tied with Susan for largest bust in their year, if only because of her size. They were soft, pillowy almost, and were sensitive which made this that much better for them. Harry wanted to lean up and suckle on them, but he knew she needed to get this out of her system first.
The orgasm came hard and strong, the desk creaking just a bit as she slammed her fists into it and let out a near-primal moan of pleasure. Her walls clenched and squeezed his length to an almost painful degree. So tight, in fact, he could not finish within her… but there was always round two. She shuddered and then with a snarl slumped onto him, the slight haze of lust in her eyes fading partially. Giving her some clarity back before she gave him a kiss with a slightly sheepish grin.
"Sorry, Harry…" He shrugged and gave her a kiss, stroking her neck lightly and grinding against her.
"It's alright, Millie. Now… how about you slide off of me and I help get rid of more of that, hmm?" She nodded and with a gentle, and reluctant, shudder slid from his length. A moan escaped her lips when his tip popped free, and then a chuckle with the sound of the wet ~slap~ of his length against his belly. He snickered and smiled at her, his length gently cleaned off her juices before she wobbly sat on Prof. Snape's chair. Harry hummed and licked his lips at the sight of her lounging as if she owned the place. He smirked and then a flick of his wand had a stool appear in front of her. Slightly lowered so he was at a better angle.
Harry leaned forward, tugging the chair closer to him and giving her a kiss. His lips then started to trail and make their way down her body, a low hum and sigh coming from her lips. He liked the contrast of their love-making techniques, and so did she. He could be rough and tumble with her, but to tease her and be nice and gentle was always nice. Soon his lips were suckling softly on her breasts, and then her nipples, making her gasp out in sweet delight. She was so wonderfully sensitive to her nipples, and Harry loved to take advantage of that. His hands made their way down her body, caressing and touching before spreading her thighs softly and caressing her still very wet folds.
"You know me so well, Harry… you know all my buttons." After her last word, she gasped as his thumbs alternated with stroking her clit, a low growl coming from her throat as he went along. He came off of her nipple and gave her that damned grin of his.
"Thank you, my sweet Millie, I take pride in pleasing my ladies, you know that." She nodded and then found the stool abandoned and the chair leaning back as his lips and tongue started to attack her pussy. She had a thicker, muskier taste to her, but it was not unpleasant. It spoke of her heritage, and Harry did enjoy tasting new things. He had surprised her their first time, but she always wanted more when he was done with her.
As he liked doing with his ladies, he went straight for that sweet trick of his. Glad, once again, for the strengthening charms on his body as her hands gripped his head while he spoke in the serpentine language. Tongue twisting and sliding within her, and due to the charms, being that much sturdier to give her that extra spark of pleasure.
Harry kept on his wonderful tongue assault for at least a good few minutes before he pulled back, getting a groan from her in protest.
"I was so close, Harry! Why di- Unng!" Her words were cut short in a gratified manner as his tongue was replaced by his still very hard cock. His hands rested on the arms of the sturdy chair as he powered into her nice and hard. "Yes! Nice and deep, Harry… Merlin give me more!"
Her moans and words spurred Harry on and he kept giving her just what she asked for. Taking the new position to better pump into her, the leverage of his feet on the floor helped out just perfectly. Her hands went to the back of the chair and held on tightly as he gave her every inch of his length over… and over again. He completely let himself go with her, and she was pleased to hear his own grunting and heavy growling as he took her so expertly. They went between moaning, grunting, and growling at each other. It was so primal, so passionate, and they loved every moment of it. His lips gave her not-so-gentle bites on her neck, but she loved that as well.
Harry kept up the pounding until he couldn't take it anymore. With a heavy grunt and groan he started to fill her with his heavy load, and the warmth flooding through her made her let out a near-primal scream of delight. Her walls clenched him tightly and made sure every drop was right where it belonged. He kept grinding into her but he could not move more than that thanks to her legs around his waist holding him close. The heated passion of the moment bleeding through their orgasms as they shared a much more tender kiss and embrace. He nuzzled her neck and gave her bites a gentle suckle before giving her yet another kiss.
"Nice and full… I do hope I've helped my dear." She grinned at him and nodded, removing her hands from the back of the chair, which she had nearly snapped off thanks to her strength. He snickered softly and then slowly pulled out of her. Both of them shuddered and then sighed as they watched his seed trickle out of her onto the chair and the floor.
"Hmm… such a shame. We got Prof. Snape's chair all messy." He tsk'd softly and she laughed and got up with him. He repaired the chair but left it a mess, once again Snape could go fuck himself.
Millie ran her hands up and down her body and then stretched with a very cute and uncharacteristic little moan coming from her lips. She blushed gently and got a kiss from Harry after the fact before they got dressed. They left the room after getting clothed and smirked as Snape was still sleeping. They left via Dobby and snickered to themselves at having left the Prof. Office reeking of sex and the evidence.
It was halfway into April when the Wizengamot got off their asses and decided Harry should be allowed to have his trial. Harry was only partially bothered by this, especially since his ladies that lived outside of the castle all visited at some time or another. He was not amused at how they tried to restrict his mail and other forms of communication. It was a meeting of the whole Wizengamot that just so happened to fall on the day of his trial, so he had to attend. He was escorted by the Chief Warlock to courtroom 10, the same one he was tried in for underage magic. He shook his head and entered with his head held high, and smiled softly when he saw that Narcissa was waiting for him. Scrimgeour starting as they had been waiting for him and Chief Warlock.
"Ah, so you finally decided to show up. We are all busy people Mr. Potter." He gestured to the chair waiting, with the magical chains at its side. "Sit so we can get to this." Harry raised an eyebrow at the department head and then glanced at Narcissa. She took the Que and went down to his side.
"My Client, and my Lord Potter-Black ." She stressed the world 'Black' "Will NOT be sitting in this chair. He has been accused of a crime, but not convicted in any form. Because of this, he is under no obligation to sit where he would be chained like a beast!" She sniffed in agitation and nodded. Scrimgeour was about to speak, no doubt to bluster and bitch, when Minister Bones spoke up.
"Ms. Black is correct. Lord Potter-Black, you have the court's permission to make due with your own seating." He bowed in respect to her and took out his wand, conjuring a chair for him and Narcissa. They were not overly lavish, just simple high-back chairs. Rufus huffed but started his opening. He went through the normal starting, naming the prosecutors and the defense, making sure everything was right before he looked at Harry.
"Mr. Potter, you are charged with 6 accounts of murder. Two of those counts were against the heads of Ancient houses. How do you plead?" Harry wanted to be snarky, and a pain in the ass, but at the same time he just wanted to get this over with.
"First, Mr. Scrimgeour, I would appreciate it if you used proper decorum and spoke to me properly. I am Lord Potter-Black, no longer just 'Mr. Potter.'" He nodded as he made his point and went on. "I also plead not guilty by reason of self-defense." Scrimgeour huffed and mumbled something before looking at the young lord. He was about to speak when Narcissa interrupted him, she too wanted this over with.
"My client will subject himself to testing under Veritaserum to proceed with the allegations against him. As he is a Lord, and thus emancipated, he is allowed this right." She sat, as did Harry, with a stoic face, but on the inside, she was smirking. The color on Scrimgeour's face was picture worthy.
"We will not be wasting valuable reso-" He was cut off by a slightly agitated Chief Warlock.
"Mr. Scrimgeour, this is not a case of unlicensed apparition or underage magic. These are serious claims, and thus it is not a waste of resources. Proceed with the questioning as asked, or I will be forced to declare a mistrial." Scrimgeour twitched softly but nodded, sending out one of his Aurors to get a vial of the truth potion. It was barely five minutes later when the Auror returned. Dumbledore, along with Amelia and head Auror Shacklebolt verified the vial and then it was administered to Harry. Three drops later and his eyes glazed over as it took effect. The control questions were asked and then Scrimgeour proceeded with his questioning.
"What was the purpose of your visit to the Daily Prophet on the day in question?" He asked, snide and rude, but it was just his tone.
"I was there to demand my family name not be driven through the mud." Came the robotic tone of Harry.
"Was it your intent to take the lives of the pure-blood wizards that were present." Scrimgeour intoned.
"No." Harry's simple one-word reply agitated the department head, but he went on.
"Why did you kill those men?" He asked, a bite to his tone that was getting Amelia and Dumbledore more and more agitated.
"They tried to kill me first." Came the still short response.
"Why did you not stun them and wait for the Aurors?" He asked, snide yet again.
"They would simply revive each other, and my family magic demanded satisfaction." He spoke, staring straight ahead.
"So your family magic is to blame then." It was not a question, more of a statement, so Harry did not speak. Scrimgeour was about to ask another question but Dumbledore beat him to it.
"Do you feel remorse for what you did, Lord Potter-Black? If yes or no, please explain why." Dumbledore spoke calmly, knowing there was only so much time left on the truth serum, especially with the magic that Harry had.
"I do not feel remorse because they were intending to capture me first and take me to Voldemort. I feel sorry for destroying the offices we were in, however, they were murderers and rapists, and they did not deserve to be free." He spoke with a little heat in his voice, and a few seconds later he blinked and shook his head. Looking up at the Wizengamot in front of him.
"Very well, Mr. Potter-Black. Shall we come to a vote then?" Dumbledore looked around and nodded more to himself. "All in favor of conviction?" There were a few hands, mostly stuffy pure-bloods and those supporting the movement. "All in favor of clearing the defendant of all charges?" The majority of the remaining hands went up, Harry nodding softly. "Cleared of all charges. We are also aware you have already paid for the damage, so there will be no fine. We apologize, Lord Potter-Black, for the inconvenience." Harry nodded and the Wizengamot went on to do more… Wizengamot-y things.
Harry stayed to toss in his two knuts as he had a few votes because of his family, and then it was time to go back home.
He let Dumbledore know he would be visiting his home for the weekend. Dumbledore wished him a good weekend and then Harry was off with Narcissa in tow. Amelia would be there shortly, and he knew it would be a very good weekend.
Chapter 20: Myriad Of Surprises
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Harry Potter sat in the living room of his Puerto Rican manor, eyes on his ladies as it was one of the rare instances when they were all together. It was Easter break, so the school was practically empty. He smiled as he watched his ladies lounge in the room, content in the knowledge that they were all happy and enjoying themselves. The international portkey had been rather bothersome, but it was faster and less nauseating than the floo network.
After the whole fiasco with the trail, Harry needed time to relax, and what better way than in his tropical paradise with all of his ladies present? Harry got up and made his way to the kitchen for a drink, humming to himself as he was enjoying the soft symphony that was his ladies all enjoying each other's company. He was pouring himself some juice when he heard one of his ladies behind him. Narcissa's voice was not timid… but slightly nervous as she spoke.
"My lord Black?" He turned and looked at her, a smile on his face.
"Yes Cissy?" He came to her and gave her a gentle kiss. Stroking her cheek lightly.
"I have something of the utmost importance to discuss with you." She was in business mode, and Harry frowned. They were all on vacation, no need for that. He gestured to the kitchen table and she shook her head. "In your office or bedroom, if you do not mind. I wish to discuss it with you before anyone else learns of it." Another frown, but he nodded. Taking her to his bedroom, and sitting with her on the bed. It was comfortable here, better for serious talks.
"What it is, Cissy?" He gave her arm a gentle caress, making her nervousness partially melt away.
"Well, you recall the last time we had relations, do you not?" He nodded, another frown on his lips, he hated when she was formal like this when it was not needed.
"Well, there were some… consequences of our joining." Harry's eyebrow raised, head tilted to the side. "I… well that is, WE." She took a deep breath and was about to speak when Harry did it for her. His voice was low, gentle.
"You're pregnant." It wasn't a question, but she nodded and held onto her breath. "Well… then that means you're going to have to go on maternity leave when you hit 4 months." He nodded and then gave her a wide smile. "I'm going to be a poppa…" He gave a gentle chuckle, then it got louder and it broke into a hearty, happy laugh as he tugged her close and held on tight. He felt her hug back and felt not only her breath release but a trickle of a few tears on his neck.
"Now… now none of that, Cissy!" He broke apart and gave her a soft kiss, stroking her tears away with a gentle smile.
"Aren't you happy? I know you wanted more children…" She sniffed and smiled brilliantly at him.
"Of course, I'm happy, Harry. I… you have to understand though, Harry… I am older than you. While I still have many years ahead of me, there would be those that see this as, unsavory." She frowned and he scoffed, kissing her softly again.
"You are one of my sweet ladies, whom I love completely; do you think I care what others have to say?" He stroked her cheek and put his forehead on hers. "Have you told anyone else?" She shook her head and he hummed in thought. "Do you want to break it to the girls alone, together, or would you like me to do it?" She bit her lip and then her eyes bugged out as her lips sealed shut and she bolted off to the bathroom.
Harry blinked but followed her, taking her hair from around her face and rubbing her back as the wave of sickness hit her. He had talked about this with Poppy, having wanted to be prepared for when it eventually happened. He gave her cheek a kiss and then gave her some water to wash out the taste from her mouth.
"How about I tell everyone, and you lay down?" She nodded softly and then another wave hit her. He stayed with her until she was done and then after another wash out, he put her to bed. Giving her a soft kiss on the head and smiling. "I'll go give the good news" She nodded and smiled at him as he left his room. A spring in his step.
Sure, he was young, but not only was this something to be… immensely happy about, but she was going to finally start the larger family she had wanted but was never able to receive.
Harry came back to the living room and did a quick headcount. The only one of his ladies not present were Narcissa and Hermione. He heard the fridge door close and nodded to himself, sitting down and waiting for her to come back. When he did he cleared his throat, making sure it was loud enough for his ladies to hear. When they all looked at him, curious, he gave a large smile.
"I just received wonderful news from Narcissa." He smiled as the rest of his ladies sat up straighter, looking curious. He wanted to be a bit of a prat and draw out the suspense, but he couldn't. "Narcissa will be bringing the first child to the Potter-Black family sometime next January." He leaned back and waited for the reactions, hoping they were all good. It didn't take long for the other two Black sisters' to run out of the living room. "She's in my room!" He called out to them with a snicker, turning to the rest of his ladies. Hermione was the next to react and she did so by colliding with him in a fierce hug.
Hermione knew, that while he loved all of his ladies and they were his family, this was the final event that would mean having a true family. He was to be a father, and it was going to be amazing. He gave her a soft kiss and then the damn broke as the girls all started going between excited talking and congratulations. He warned them to not go to her at once, she just had a bout of morning sickness. It was another twenty minutes before the Black sisters emerged, tear tracks on their faces, but they were tears of happiness. Harry looked around and smiled again, this… this was going to be a good life.
Apparently, Bellatrix was a very attentive younger sister, and she insisted that Narcissa do nothing, for the whole of her pregnancy. Andromeda was of the same mind as her sister, and Narcissa had to do everything in her control to not… snap at her overbearing sisters. Though part of her loved being doted on and pampered. She chuckled when she thought of it, especially when she heard Trixie talking about being next to give their lord a child. Harry and the rest of the Hogwarts ladies went back after the break, and he found it a little difficult to leave Cissy, but he knew he had to.
Not even two hours back in school and he was summoned to the headmaster's office. It was amusing, seeing as he knew there was nothing he was in trouble for. He spoke the password and made his way to the office. When he got inside he was surprised to find Remus there as well. Dumbledore and Remus had used the short vacation to go hunting for more of Toms's Horcruxes, and it seemed like they were victorious in the endeavor. Harry sat after a gesture from Dumbledore and a hug from Remus before the former spoke.
"Good to see you, my boy. I hope the break was enjoyable?" Harry nodded and wriggled in his seat. Not even perturbed by the familiar words from the headmaster, he was still in a good mood. "Excellent! We have good news, don't we, Remus?" The werewolf nodded and spoke.
"We searched the Room of Requirement as you suggested, and came up with nothing but an old vanishing cabinet and a few dark trinkets. None were Horcrux's, but we destroyed the cabinet as we had no idea where its sister was. Better safe than sorry, of course."
Harry nodded and Remus continued. "The taint that was still in Hogwarts was on a stone just above the entrance of the entrance hall to the castle. It was a curse put there by Tom after Dumbledore refused him the defense position. We had Bill come and take care of it." He grinned along with Dumbledore who spoke again.
"That, Mr. Potter-Black, was just the first two days as well. The next two were spent tracing a weak, but still precise bit of Tom's magic. We made our way to Dalwood, southwest of London, and it got stronger. Around the small muggle town nearby we found a rather large… and out-of-place snake." Harry brightened up and Dumbledore nodded. "It seems she had either just awoken, or was lethargic from feeding, she was rather simple to destroy." Dumbledore glanced at the sword of Gryffindor that rested on his desk, recently cleaned.
"Now… now all that is left is Tom himself. We have reason to believe, due to the proximity of Nagini, that he is in a nearby manor. We do not know which of his followers live there, but we are trying to figure it out. We are also unsure if he knows we were hunting his Horcruxes, though we know there is only one remaining piece of his taint. The rod does not react any more than pointing continually in one direction. When Tom moves, so does the rod. It is why we are certain he is all that remains." Here Dumbledore looked relieved, grateful that only the insane self-styled dark lord was left.
"The problem now though, cub, is getting the man out in the open. The prophecy states you must kill him, but we have to get him out in the first place." Remus said softly, and Harry frowned.
"I'd say carpet bomb the manors, but we don't know if they have any innocents as hostages or anything." Remus snickered softly but nodded, Dumbledore looking slightly perplexed before he caught on.
"Ah… yes. Well… that would not be good." He hummed and stroked his chin. "We shall think on it, Harry. We just wanted to let you know the good news of course." Harry nodded then before he got up he stopped and looked at Remus.
"When you go back home, Moony, remember to keep an open mind about things." Remus raised an eyebrow but nodded, Harry going to his room. This year just kept getting better!
Harry found himself giving out soothing massages and gentle talks to his three Vixens and his little fairy. It was their N.E.W.T. and O.W.L. year respectively, so they were in a bit of a tizzy. It wasn't as bad as it could be though; there was plenty of help in the rooms, even from his two older ladies in the castle. Harry spent most of the pre-exam crunch time between his ladies. He took care of their physical and mental needs, making sure they were tended to perfectly. He was not about to have any of his ladies have any form of breakdown. He was studying himself, even though 6th-year exams were not quite as important save for readying yourself for what was to come in your N.E.W.T. year.
Harry had given up the captaincy when he realized it was taking too much of his time and figured out that spending time with his ladies and just enjoying flights from time to time was far more enjoyable. He snickered to himself as he also noticed the Vixens were a bit too into their exams to really care about the game themselves. Sure, the three ladies had dreams of being Quidditch stars, but they had to have an education as backup just in case.
April came and went, as did May and then June was upon them before they knew it. Harry made sure to… de-stress his ladies before their exams. He was of course careful not to make them too lethargic; they had to be at the top of their game for the exams.
Every girl in his section of the castle, except for Luna herself, gave the blonde haired girl advice about the exams she had to take. The vixens were not left out however; Sinistra and Tonks were there to give them advice as they were the youngest of the Hogwarts graduates. Harry also spent a good few days, between his own exams, tending to the ladies that were his age as exams were held.
Harry was looking forward to his own exams, most importantly his Defense exam. For the sole reason that through some strings, some well worded letters and a few good recommendations, he was taking his N.E.W.T. for it. He pushed for that with the headmaster and his head of house for two reasons, though they only heard of one from him. The first being that he had already gotten a pass for 6th year, but with the boost he got for having so many ladies, his corun-tainteded, and the general personal training he felt that he earned it.
The second being that now that the curse was lifted from the position, Snape would probably be t7th-yearear professor… and he wanted nothing to do with that pain in the ass.
He'd surprise his ladies with that when he was done, and the next year he would be trying for his mastery. He would be apprenticing under Dumbledore and Remus, both masters in their own right.
Remus had achieved his mastery in America, and it was verified by the I.C.W. over the Christmas break, so he was certified to teach a budding master. Harry wondered just how grueling it would be for him, but he was up for it! He smiled to himself as he made his way into his rooms, whistling softly as most of his ladies were in exams right now. He was surprised when he saw Hermione sitting in the common area, a book on her lap with a look of sheer determination on her face. He got closer and saw that it was a N.E.W.T. book… for charms. He thought to himself and then rolled his eyes. The charms exam was yesterday, and she was already studying for next year's exam.
He smiled softly at the cute little yelp she made when he snatched the book from her. He snapped it shut and looked at her with a chiding smile.
"Really, 'Mione? The ink isn't even dry on your exam and you are studying?" She blushed softly and uncurled her legs from under her, shrugging and sitting up.
"Never hurts to be prepared, Harry… you know that. Besides, I didn't want to burn myself out studying for Transfiguration. I am sure I have all the wand movements down, and the theory is as clear as it gets in my head. Though, I suppose I can study some more… maybe try the wand movements again. Yeah… yeah that sounds good. I'll go do that then." She stood up and gave him a soft kiss. Harry blinked as she went to her room to practice her wand movements and he wondered just what the hell happened.
Harry was humming softly to himself as he walked the halls of Hogwarts, minding his own business as he felt he was pretty prepared for his tests. He turned a corner to see one of his ladies, Poppy, arguing heavily with Severus Snape. At least, she was arguing and he was looking at her smugly. He raised an eyebrow and came closer, making Snape's little smirk get wider.
"Well if it isn't the culprit in the flesh. I will definitely have you expelled this time, Potter. No amount of honeyed words will get you out of it this time." He chuckled darkly and Harry tilted his head and looked at Poppy. Before she could say anything Snape spoke again.
"Oh, I was just asking Poppy here why she had a… maternal glow about her." He sneered. "Couldn't keep it in your pants, just like your father. I will finally be able to be rid of you. You'll be expelled for sure!" Harry blinked and looked at Poppy. She was angry, ashamed, and on the verge of tears. Harry's eyes went wide and he gasped.
"Poppy?" She looked at him, frowning softly and then with a deep breath she nodded, almost curtly.
"Yes, Harry… two weeks now." Harry, to the ire of Snape, laughed softly and gave her a large hug.
"That's great! Oh… bloody fantastic!" He smiled, and not giving a damn, kissed her sweetly. Stroking her cheek lightly, before looking at Snape. "I do hope you realize what you are doing, Snape. You are toying with something beyond you" He heard Snape growl at him, literally growl.
"You are not above the law, Potter!" He then hissed softly, then with increasing pain as his mark started to burn. He was about to leave to see why his Lord called him when he saw Harry hissing and moving his mouth. He reached for his wand but cried out in agony as fire ran through his veins as Harry continued. He was given a reprieve when Poppy put a hand on Harry's arm, and he stopped.
"You think you can get away with messing with my family, Snape? That's what we like to call… dumb." He glared and his wand was out in a flash. It was a testament to his acclimated power that his next spell actually took hold. "Obliviate! " Snape's eyes went glassy and the young Lord kneeled and spoke firmly. "You found me talking to Poppy, and can't recall what we were discussing. You wanted to deduct points, but as I was with a member of the staff, you could not. You have a potion you wanted to brew, so you left." He then stood up and watched as Snape left. When he was out of sight he turned and gave his lady a deep kiss.
"Trixie is going to be a little miffed… she wanted to be the next one." Poppy huffed and hugged him, some stress-induced tears running down her cheek. He gave her another kiss and they made their way to the infirmary. Poppy would have to talk to Dumbledore, she wouldn't be able to be a healer full-time now that she was expecting. Harry suggested Andromeda; she did have her healing license after all.
Harry sat in front of the headmaster with a large grin on his face, but it was not returned. The reason? It was rather simple, Poppy had told Dumbledore about her pregnancy, and had to tell him who the father was. It was because of this that Harry had been asked to come to the headmaster's office.
"Mr. Potter, I like to believe I have been very lenient with you, I would be correct in saying this, am I right?" Harry nodded, still grinning. "Then I hope you understand that… I am with few options here. Either I must have Poppy resign, or you must be expelled. The board is very serious in this manner, though they do not know that it is you who has fathered Poppy's child." Harry nodded and then leaned back, stroking his chin softly.
"Might I make a suggestion, sir?" Dumbledore nodded softly, eager to listen. "Expel me, sir; however… let me take the position of DADA teacher. I have my N.E.W.T. in it, and the board accepts that as a minimum. My peers would respect me as they have been taught by me before, and I would be able to live in the castle with my mistress, and help raise our child." He smiled brightly. "And, should I have time when I am not teaching, I suppose I can study for N.E.W.T.'s for the classes I could not take because I was so unexpectedly expelled." Harry grinned and Dumbledore shook his head, his twinkle returning to his eyes.
"Yes, I do believe that would work, Mr. Potter. With Lucius off the board for… various reasons, it will be a considerably easier time to get you approved. It does help that Madame Longbottom is on the board as well as the Wizengamot. My word… so is Madame Bones." Dumbledore grinned and Harry shrugged innocently. They shared a bit more conversation before Harry was dismissed and as it was the weekend he went off to see his ladies at the island manor.
Harry arrived at the manor and was almost barreled over by a curly-haired missile. He caught the woman in his arms and stopped them from falling, but was kissed furiously and passionately. He blinked and pulled back after enjoying the kiss, stealing another before he heard a soft, almost mad giggle.
"Ooh, Harry… are you going to go for the third Black sister to be with your child? Maybe bring little Nymmie into the fold as well." Said Bellatrix, giggling softly and letting it sink in with Harry before he laughed softly and gave her a hug. Sure, he was going to be a young father, with a few children from some of his older women, but that didn't mean he would care any less. He laughed and gave her another kiss before nuzzling her cheek.
"Well, I am going to need to get the manor enlarged, won't I, Trixie?" She nodded and then growled and dragged him over to her bedroom, it was going to be a long day, but he was far from complaining.
Harry watched as those of his ladies that were still attending Hogwarts took their emergency portkeys to the island. Poppy and Sinistra stayed behind to help defend the castle as it was currently under siege by Voldemort. It seemed he had come calling, tired of waiting for Harry to make the first move.
Poppy would be taking care of any injured, along with Andromeda in the infirmary. The students of Hogwarts were sealed in the Chamber of Secrets with Hagrid and Professors Vector, Burbage, and Trelawney. Harry had the elves help with the evacuation, and assured the Headmaster that the chamber was unreachable. He had sealed it as the heir by conquest, and with a password that only he knew.
"Are you ready, Mr. Potter?" Harry was asked, breaking him out of his thoughts. He turned to see the headmaster with his wand out. Harry nodded and glanced to see Prof. McGonagall, Sinistra, and Flitwick ready for battle. The latter was in his dueling robes with his dueling shield at the ready.
"Where is Prof. Snape, sir?" Dumbledore frowned and Harry nodded, he figured the man was truly with Voldemort. "Very well… let's get this over with. Headmaster… whatever you do, unless I am compromised, do not stop me. Do not interrupt me… please." Dumbledore sighed softly; he had a feeling Harry was going to be… less than light in this battle.
"I will try… Harry." Harry nodded and then stepped out of the castle with the teachers behind him. His wand at the ready and he cast a sonorous charm on himself, speaking to the small army attacking the wards.
"Tom! This is between me and you. Show yourself, unless you truly wish to take a Flight from Death." He was not disappointed as the death eaters parted to show the angered dark lord. "There you are, Tom. Come on… let's dance." With that, the battle started as the wards allowed Tom in, the death eaters alone unable to breach the wards without their master help.
Dumbledore was doing his best; he really was, in keeping from the battle in front of him. He was proud, however, in a way, at how far Harry had come. The spells he was using, well they were less than light, but they were effective. They kept Tom on his toes and with all his focus on Harry, not bothering to notice the death eaters as they fell from both sides. Flitwick, McGonagall, and Sinistra battled from one side, while the Order and a platoon of Aurors fought from the other side. The death eaters stood little chance, but their lord was none the wiser.
Spell-fire scorched the earth around Harry and Tom as they moved, and it was a spectacle to behold. Harry conjured a slab of solid marble when the killing curse was hurled at him, and he banished the pieces back at Tom. When they were turned to dust Harry smirked inwardly and cast another spell that actually managed to cut Tom. When it did nothing visible he actually laughed.
"Is that the best you can do, Potter? That did absolutely nothing!" He fired another killing curse. "It is like you are not taking this seriously! A pity I have a child as a nemesis." He snarled and fired the Cruciatus, which barely missed Harry. While he was younger and more agile, Tom had dark rituals and the like to bolster his speed and endurance.
"Saxum !" Harry cried out as he gestured and a large boulder formed right above Tom. He barely had enough time to blast it to bits, the kinetic shield he created bending under the weight of the several-ton boulders his enemy created. He dropped the shield and huffed before he was hit with another spell after hearing a 'Ut totum ' from the Boy- who-lived.
"What was that Potter? Surely you're not go-" He was cut off by a gurgle and a look of utter surprise as his chest was protruding in several not-so-nice spots. He looked down and then back up at Harry as the young man cast one more spell.
"Accio Marble Chunks ." The chunks of rock that were in Tom's magically constructed body rocketed out toward Harry, only for him to destroy them right before they got to him. There were several large holes in Tom, and he dropped to his knees. How had he not seen it? How had he been defeated by such simple spells? The last thought in his mind was that he could not feel his soul pieces, and then he dropped lifelessly.
Harry let out a soft sigh and dropped to his knees as well, but it was from relief and happiness. He had won. Finally, he would be free to live his life! He laughed softly and then slowly got to his feet.
Watching as the death eaters that were still fighting fell to their knees in pain as their dark marks started to strip their magic from them. It was soul magic, one of the darkest kinds there were, and it was killing them as a toll for not keeping their master alive.
Harry made his way back to the group of that was fighting for the light side and he smiled. It was over… it was finally over.
Chapter 21: Epilogue
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With every last marked death eater slain, it was only a matter of time before the ministry itself was gutted of unmarked supporters of the dark lord's agenda. It also helped that Harry had several 'anonymous' sources for unmarked death eaters.
Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Pansy gave up names for those who boasted parents or family members that served the dark. It was quick and decisive to take care of everything and start rebuilding. Harry was awarded the Order of Merlin: First Class, as well as the title of youngest Defense master and teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Dumbledore would stay on as headmaster for another few decades before passing on peacefully in his sleep, leaving Minerva to take his place. However, he was remembered as a staunch fighter for the light, a beloved headmaster, and a doting grandfather.
Harry's ladies spent a great deal of time showing him how much he was loved, which included frequent getaways, loving children, and copious amounts of lovemaking. Harry could honestly say, to himself at least, that he was the happiest wizard in the world. Life was good.