Here it is

This is a Harry/Multi story. More specifically, Harry Potter/Minerva McGonagall/Poppy Pomfrey/Andromeda Tonks/Amelia Bones. How they came together is inspired by The Curses Cure and Draco's Gift respectively, but I've put my own little twist into it. I called it Rise of the Dragons. And I'm putting it up for adoption because I'm just not sure where to go with it.

As I stated this was inspired by two other stories. Basically, Harry is cursed to uncontrollable lust. In those stories, it was Hermione that helped Harry, and, for the most part, involved younger witches. And I got to thinking, what if Draco had been caught by a teacher and the situation brought to the attention of Hogwarts staff? Then I threw in my little twist.

I hope you all enjoy.

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Prologue

Merlin was disgusted.

In his mind, wizard-kind could get no lower than they were now. To force dragons to be subservient by taking away their intelligence and magic, to render them no smarter than a common beast was an outrage.

It had taken four-hundred wizards and witches to perform the feat, with the reward being nothing more than a hereditary seat on the newly formed wizengamot, which would rule the magical world.

Having been friends with several dragons, Merlin was determined to solve the problem, restore dragons to their rightful place. The trick would be ensuring that something similar wouldn't happen again.

And he had found a solution. But it would come at a high price, a price he couldn't in good conscience ask any of his grown children to endure.

But he had to do something.

And so the great wizard Merlin adopted a disguise. Traveling to a distant village, he seduced and impregnated a young woman. And when his daughter was born, magic running strong in her veins, the great wizard committed, what to him was, the worst crime imaginable. Performing a complex ritual, he combined dragon blood with his own child's, bound the skeleton of a true dragon to her bloodline, then stripped her of her magic. For four-hundred children, his daughter and her bloodline would pay the price of redemption for the four-hundred others that took away the dragons magic. But upon the four-hundred-and-first child, the family would regain magic. That child's magic would provide the means necessary for their child, which would be born dragon and wizard, to be able to restore the dragons to their former glory.

Oh, he had never felt lower than he did when he laid his daughter to sleep that night. But in his mind, it was better than stripping a grown witch or wizard of their magic. His daughter, who had never known magic, had never been reliant on it, was a better sacrifice.

Before the girl awoke, Merlin disappeared never to see his daughter or her mother again.

He went to the castle being turned into a school by his four other children and hid the dragon skeleton, it would only return to his descendant when they were old enough to understand. But before he left, his children asked for him to give the school it's motto and he could not help himself. And so Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus became the motto of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon.

Many who knew Merlin in his later years thought his depression stemmed from the fact that his daughter was a squib. None would guess that it was because of a guilty conscience.

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CHAPTER 1

There were few things capable of disturbing Poppy Pomfrey.

Before taking the role as Hogwarts resident Healer, she had worked in the Emergency Ward at St. Mungos Magical Hospital. During Voldemort's first rise to power, she had seen and dealt with truly horrific things. Severed limbs were simple compared to what she had seen on an almost daily basis.

She still had nightmares about those days.

So at the end of it all, she was almost burnt out, but unwilling to give up the profession that she still loved. The retirement of Healer Notting, her predecessor at Hogwarts, had been a blessing, as she had applied, and been accepted, as his replacement. The job allowed her to continue being a healer, without burning out like so many of her colleagues had. And aside from the occasional serious case, for the most part the ailments she treated were simple, even if they were at times long.

Not even Harry Potter, her most frequent visitor since his arrival at the school almost six years ago, had been so far gone as to push her skills to the limit, even with all of his various misadventures.

At least not until today.

The boy in question was currently under a stasis charm, as his body was almost immediately burning up the sleeping potion she had tried giving him, and she dared not give any more for fear of overdosing him.

Harry had been brought in two days before the end of term a week ago by Professor Sprout, who had witnessed Draco Malfoy curse the boy. Luckily, the curse Harry had been hit with was time delayed, and didn't seem to have any affect at first, Sprout had merely wanted him checked out, to make sure everything was okay. Only Sprout commenting on the curse Malfoy had tried to cast had prompted her to immediately sedate Harry, hoping it would work at delaying the curses effects even longer.

It hadn't.

Exactly one hour after he was attacked, the curse activated and burned through the sleeping potion, prompting Poppy to stun Harry, and place him in stasis before the effects of the stunner wore off.

Unfortunately, Harry would have to come out of stasis, and when he did, he would still be under the effects of the curse.

Rapiet tibi femina triduo mortis poena was a truly terrible curse. It forced a person to rape every woman he or she saw for three days or die. The only reason it wasn't considered an unforgivable curse was because it was rarely used.

And there appeared to be no cure, except to allow the curse to run it's course. And the only way it could do that, without destroying Mr. Potter, was if the women he 'raped,' weren't raped at all and were instead willing participants. And it had to be women, plural. Because, according to what she had read, Harry would literally, have to have sex for three days, only stopping long enough to switch partners. And even with potions, no single witch, or even pair of witches, could keep up with that. By her calculations, it would take at least three witches to make it through the three days, though she would prefer four or even five.

And, once the stasis charm was removed, the full three days would start, as the charm only kept the patient frozen in time. Unchanging, and unaffected.

Locking him up for those three days wasn't an option. If Harry did not take a woman within an hour of the stasis charm being lifted, he would die.

Which was why she was sitting in her office with Minerva McGonagall, Harry's head of house; Andromeda Tonks, Hogwarts solicitor and barrister; and Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Minerva was being told due to the fact that, as Harry had yet to leave the school, he was considered to be under her guardianship. Andromeda was present to cover the schools ass should something go wrong. And Amelia's presence was due to several things: The now acknowledged return of Voldemort; The fact that Harry Potter himself had been cursed, and Minister Fudge was trying to save his political hide after denying Voldemort's return and slandering Harry in the Daily Prophet for a year; and because Draco Malfoy had been taken into custody for firing this particular curse at Harry.

"So what you're saying is that we need to find at least three women willing to be locked in a room and have sex with Harry Potter for three days, non-stop?" Amelia asked for clarification, after Poppy had explained the situation to the group.

Poppy shook her head. "No, two. As Harry's healer, I am...," Poppy took a deep breath before continuing. "I will participate, not only to help Harry, but to make sure no one is seriously harmed."

"Poppy...," Minerva began. "Are you sure there is no other way?"

The Healer shook her head. "No. And I've spent the past week combing through every book on the subject I can find. I've found nothing."

The head of Gryffindor house was silent for a moment before she said, "I know I'm not as young as I used to be, but I am also willing to help," she sighed. "I've grown rather fond of Mr. Potter, and would hate to see him hurt, or worse."

"Then we only need one more witch," Poppy said.

"Count me in," Andromeda said happily, getting looks from the other three witches. She shrugged. "What? I haven't been laid since Ted died, that was seventeen years ago. I'm not going to pass up the chance, even if the circumstances could be better."

The three other woman chuckled softly at Andromeda's remark.

"You said that you would prefer four or five?" Amelia asked. At Poppy's nod, she continued. "As we can't have Mr. Potter out raping random women, and preventing that from happening falls under my department, I am also willing to help." She smirked. "Besides, though it hasn't been as long as Andromeda here, I haven't gotten any for a long time as well."

"So when are we going to do this?" Andromeda asked. "And where?".

Poppy thought for a moment "Minerva, do you think you could open one of the old married suites?"

Minerva nodded, "Yes. I can have the elves clean one and have it ready by tonight."

"Then how about tomorrow morning at nine am?" Poppy asked. "That'll give me time to get together some potions that I'm sure we will all need, and for the three of you to make appropriate excuses for where you will be for three days."

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2 days Before End of Term

Harry Potter was walking through the halls of Hogwarts, going over what Dumbledore had told him two nights ago in his office.

Somewhat distraught over what he thought was Sirius death, he had trashed the Headmaster's office in his anger. It was only when Dumbledore informed him that Sirius hadn't fallen through the veil, and was still alive, that Harry had calmed down.

Then Dumbledore had told him the prophecy.

What the hell was the power the Dark Lord knows not? He certainly didn't know anything Voldemort didn't, hell, Voldemort had fifty plus years experience on him.

It was as these thoughts plagued his mind, that Harry Potter had a sudden inspiration. Making his way to the seventh floor, he stopped in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Thinking for a moment, he then paced three times in front of the the blank wall.

'I need a room to show me the power Voldemort knows not,' he thought repeatedly as he paced in front of the room.

He was happy to see that the Room of Requirement appeared. Unsure of what to expect, Harry carefully opened the door and stepped in.

Only to be met by the skeleton of a large dragon.

It was larger than the Hungarian Horntail he had faced in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. And unlike the Horntail, it had four legs, plus wings upon it's back. Massive horns sprouted from the base of it's skull. It was truly a sight to see.

Taking his eyes of the dragon, Harry looked around the room, only to find it bare of anything else. Looking back at the dragon, he asked aloud, "What do you have to do with the power?"

Walking up to the skeleton, Harry placed his hand upon the leg.

Only for the skeleton to turn it's head to look at him. Without warning, the skeleton roared, a loud terrifying sound, and flared it's bony wings. Then the dragon charged at him.

Without time to react, Harry was sure he would die. Only when the skeleton hit him, it disappeared, into his own body.

Within moments, the skeleton was gone, and Harry wondered what the hell was going on. Then he fell into darkness.

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Three Hours Later

It was a very different Harry that stepped out of the Room of Requirement. He still looked the same, but that was because he chose to. In the three hours in the room, the three hours he had been passed out, he had learned exactly what had happened.

He was now confident that he at least stood a chance against Voldemort.

Already he was remembering what the dragon spirit had taught him, and told him.

He was the first true dragon since the time of Merlin, and he would be responsible for leading dragons back to their former glory. But of course there were things he would need to do first, and things he would need to worry about.

One of the many things he needed to do was find a lair, a base of operations for him to work out of. He would also need to defeat Voldemort before he could do much with the dragons.

Unfortunately, he would need to be careful of whom he dated, whom he slept with. Of course, as a virgin he wasn't quite worried about that yet. But according to the spirit, he would become a bonded mate to whomever he slept with, even if he was already bonded to another. And should he sleep with a human, they would become a dragon like him.

Of course, he didn't need to take multiple mates, he would be more than comfortable with taking only one. Unfortunately, this meant that he couldn't have casual sex, not that he'd meant to.

Harry smirked. It was sure to ruin Sirius day when Harry told him he wasn't interested in one-night stands with any women.

"Potter!"

Harry groaned as he heard Draco yell behind him.