Chapter VII: LeStrange Summer.

"Cissa you cannot be serious!" Tonks yelled, pacing back and forth in front of her aunt, whilst Sirius did the same behind her, with Fleur, Hermione and Harry sitting in the neighbouring room, listening to the family argument and distracting the baby from the argument.

"I am serious, it will work!" Cissa insisted.

"You think she'll willingly work for us as a mole?" Sirius asked, stopping in his pacing.

"Not willingly or knowingly, I've learnt a few spells that'll make her a mole in Voldemort's forces, without knowing it." Cissa said cheerfully.

"How?" Sirius asked.

"The Spellbook and the Potter library" Cissa replied proudly.

"I thought Harry burned the spellbook?" Tonks stated, Sirius' eyes widened in surprise.

"He burned it?" Sirius exclaimed, "That book had been in his family for years."

"Until Pettigrew stole it, and Voldemort cursed it to work against master" Cissa responded defensively, as Harry, Hermione and Fleur entered, sensing their participation was needed.

"We made a copy before burning it Sirius, and we've made sure it won't leave my family ever again" Harry said proudly, withdrawing it from his back pocket. Fleur summoned a table in the centre of the room, and he put the book down on the table, as they all gathered around.

"What's your plan Cissa?" Hermione asked, as she flicked through the book.

"We use two spells on my sister, one from this book, and the other I learnt from master's library" Cissa said, landing on the page with the Capitulous spell. "This one!" Cissa pointed to a more advanced form of that spell.

It Read:

This more complex version of the above control spell, will completely convert the target's mind to mirror the caster's. Warning: This cannot be reversed once cast.

"And the other?" Harry asked, "the one you got from my family library."

"Will plant a subconscious, one way connection between herself and me, whatever she knows, I'll know as well. It's Completely undetectable." Cissa smiled.

"That's a rather dark spell for my family library" Harry muttered.

"All families have dark moments in their history Harry" Sirius grimaced, looking at his family tree, "some darker for longer than others."

"What's the actual plan for casting these spells on her" Hermione quickly asked, getting the conversation back on topic.

"Simple mistress, me and Harry, under his father's cloak, visit Bellatrix and put the spells on her whilst she's unconscious."

"You are not taking Harry to Azkaban!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Dementors don't affect me under the cloak Sirius, plus with Cissa using such a sexual spell, I have to be there, in case the side effect occurs." Harry said quickly. "The side effect is that the caster feels the urge for the target to fuck them, the only cure is the master of the book fucking the target."

"How do you know this?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Previous experience" his eyes flashed to Hermione. "I won't go into it."

"When will you go to Azkaban wiz Cissa master?" Fleur asked nervously, currently rocking the sleeping Lilith in her arms.

"Tomorrow, after you return to France, which will give me two days to deal with the Minister and get the supplies I'll need for school." Harry replied, noting what he also had to do before returning to Hogwarts.

"Sirius, before I forget, could you set this up somewhere," Hermione quickly asked, pulling out one of the runed frames.

"What is it?" Sirius asked as it returned to its 7x4 foot size.

"Portal portrait," Harry replied, "at the moment it'll connect you to the Burrow and Potter Manor."

"Ha, I knew James want lying about me eventually getting one" Sirius laughed as he carried it into the hallway, placing it on a blank bit of wall. "He promised I would when we were older, until my family wasn't so dark in its beliefs." Sirius cast the necessary spell, and the lounge of Potter Manor appeared, he swiped the image, and the Burrow living room appeared in its place.

"How did you?" Hermione began to ask, but knew the answer already. "James taught you didn't he?" Sirius nodded, before returning it to the image of Potter Manor's lounge, before tapping the image, and opening the magical gateway for them.

"Thank you Sirius" Harry said hugging his godfather again, "we'll keep in touch." Harry stepped through the magical archway, as the others hugged and kissed Sirius on the cheek before following their master.

"I'll inform Dumbledore of what I learn from Bellatrix, especially if she gets out" Cissa said as she hugged Sirius.

"Thanks cousin, I'll keep an ear out on my end, and relay any information to the Order" Sirius replied, kissing her on the cheek. "It's nice that despite our pasts, the Blacks are working together on the right side of the war."

"I agree, see you soon Sirius" Cissa said softly, as she stepped through the archway, and Sirius closed the portrait behind her.

"Give my love to Bellatrix," Sirius said, before the portrait closed.

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Azkaban was exactly how Harry had imagined it, bleak, imposing and near impossible to find unless you knew where it was. After a teary farewell to Fleur, where Harry swore to find a means for them to visit each other between September and December, he and Narcissa had apparated to a dock on the east coast of England, where a boat was waiting for them. They had then sailed out into the North Sea, toward what first appeared to be a disused oil rig, but as they drew closer, it shifted to reveal a vast triangular prism on a rocky outcrop, surrounded by thousands of Dementors.

"Cissa! Your Patronus!" Harry nearly yelled from under the cloak, as they swarmed towards her.

"Expecto Patronum!" she muttered, a large white animal burst from her wand and sat on the boat's prow, warding the Dementors off. Harry took a while to recognise the exact animal.

"A She-Wolf?" He whispered the white ghostly wolf was a lot larger than a normal wolf, nearing the same size as his stag.

"Were you expecting a snake?" Cissa said coolly, "I'm not Lucius, and I have to admit, it's never been that big, or bright."

"Must be because you're with me, mine's a Stag, what memory are you using?" Harry whispered as they approached a small jetty.

"Lilith" Cissa smiled. They disembarked on to the jetty, the she-wolf at their side, and a tall, thin man in dusty robes approached.

"Greetings Ms Black" The man said in a deep, hollow voice.

"For secrecy's sake, call me Mrs Malfoy." Cissa replied, the man nodded and lead them into the prison.

"I must say, Mrs Malfoy, your request comes at an odd time, and the imprisoned death eaters have been getting more and more violent since his return, Mrs LeStrange especially." The Warden said as they entered an old fashioned lift.

"They probably expect the dark lord will free them" Cissa replied coldly, reassuming her arrogant, pro-pureblood manner, to help sell the deception.

"Do you think he will?" The warden asked, Harry could hear a note of fear in the elderly man's voice, clearly he wasn't stupid enough to suspect his life would be forfeit if the prisoners were freed.

"You have some of the most feared and powerful of his followers imprisoned here, I think he'll want them back" Cissa said, as the lift stopped on the second highest floor, 'Maximum Security'. Harry followed Cissa and the warden down the corridor, with the She-Wolf Patronus at her mistress' side.

"Here we are, I shall give you ten minutes, after that you'll have to leave Mrs Malfoy." The warden said unlocking her door, as a Dementor moved into place.

"That's all I'll need Warden, you may lock the door until I'm finished, I'll be fine on my own. I'll knock four times when I'm done." Cissa said, peering into the dark cell, the Warden bowed and Cissa stepped in, followed by her She-Wolf and Harry, under the cloak, as the door was locked behind her.

"Who's there?" A voice snapped angrily from the darkness. "My lord is it you?"

"No sis, its Cissy. I've come to check on you" Cissa said stepping into the room, her Patronus walked in ahead of her and sat down, glowing even brighter to illuminate the room, and the thin, pale woman on the stone bed.

"Cissy?" Bellatrix LeStrange said inquisitively, tilting her head as her eyes accustomed to the light, staring blearily at her sister until her eyes focused. "Cissy!" Bellatrix leapt across the room and hugged her sister.

"It's good to see you again" Cissa lied, as Harry moved quietly into the room, and behind Bellatrix.

"Fourteen years and no visit, why now?" Bellatrix asked suspiciously, pulling back from the embrace, a eyeing her sister. "You've changed, you smell different."

"I've given birth to a daughter, the last time we spoke; I was pregnant with a son." Cissa smiled, clearly understanding what Bellatrix was suspicious of. "And I didn't visit for fourteen years because it would have raised suspicion, now with the dark lord's return, there are no worries about visiting my sister."

"Is he going to free us?" Bellatrix asked excitedly by the prospect, Cissa nodded, which was Harry's cue.

"Stupefy!" He muttered, pointing his wand at her from under the cloak, the flash was muffled by the She-Wolf's glow and Bellatrix was caught off guard, before crumpling to the floor. As Harry whipped off the cloak, Cissa's She-Wolf Patronus moved to the door and guarded it.

"Trixiebell-Capitulous Maxima-Trixie" Cissa said pointing her wand at the unconscious woman.

"Trixiebell?" Harry sniggered.

"Childhood nickname, she hated it" Cissa replied as she knelt down and placed her hand on the back of Bellatrix's head. "Mens Connectuntur" she whispered, there was a gold flash from Cissa's hand and Harry could tell it had worked, as Cissa stood up, her eyes wide in surprise.

"You okay?" Harry asked, stepping closer to her.

"Yes, just blocking out her darker thoughts and insane images, so I only get facts regarding the dark lord, nothing else." Cissa reported. "Done, I'd recommend we test the other spell." Harry nodded and stepped into the only shadow left in the room, as Cissa pointed her wand at Bellatrix, "Enervate" she muttered, and Bellatrix woke instantly, and sprung to her feet.

"What happened?" Bella said, looking around, but seeing only her sister and the Patronus guarding the door.

"You blacked out" Cissa lied, Bellatrix seemed to accept it. "Trixiebell, meet my new, loving master." Cissa said as Harry stepped out of the shadow, Bellatrix turned and looked at Harry for a moment.

"Potter?" She asked, tilting her head at him, he smiled and nodded. She then did something that Harry did not expect, she dropped to her knees and moved to Harry's feet, before pulling down his trousers and pants, before eagerly putting his flaccid cock in her mouth.

"Cissa? Care to explain?" Harry asked as his cock stiffened, and the insane death eater proceeded to give him a fairly impressive blowjob.

"She's thinking what I want her to think, and right now I'm making her want to give you a blowjob" Cissa chuckled. "Don't worry, when you come in her mouth, she'll swallow, pass out and forget we were ever here." Harry smiled and held Bellatrix's head still, before thrusting into her mouth with as much force as he could, she was after all a convicted killer, and she didn't deserve an easy time.

Her long, thick, matted black hair was the perfect thing to grab on to, as he slammed his cock down her throat, hearing her gag with every thrust. He looked up and saw Cissa watching eagerly, and trying hard not to finger herself to the imagery before her.

It took only a few minutes of skull-fucking Bellatrix's mouth, before he felt the sensation build, and he didn't stop as he fired load after load down her throat. She swallowed every spurt of semen without any difficulty, and as promised, when he pulled out of her mouth, she collapsed unconscious to the floor and forgot about Cissa's visit, and her blowjob to her lord's sworn enemy.

"Trixie" Cissa breathed in Bella's ear, ensuring the spell wasn't in effect when she woke.

"Let's get out of here!" Harry said as he pulled his trousers up, and threw the invisibility cloak over him. Cissa knocked four times on the door and it swung open, allowing them to leave.

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Back at Potter Manor, Harry returned to find his entire harem, minus Fleur waiting for him.

"Something up ladies?" Harry asked, as they were all looking at him eagerly.

"We found the spell you wanted, to link the harem together against further attack" Rosie spoke for the group.

"Great, let's get to it" Harry made to move past them and up the stairs, but they didn't move. "What's wrong?"

"It requires we permanently bond ourselves under you, there is no undoing it afterward" Hannah replied. "We're all sure we want it, but are YOU sure master?"

"Of course, I love each and every one of you, and if it prevents me from losing any of you, I'll happily do it." Harry said smiling warmly, the ladies cheered and followed him into his room.

"Harry, strip off and lie on the bed" Hermione commanded, as the others seemed to form a queue behind her. Harry obeyed and stripped off and lay in the centre of his bed, Hermione waved her wand and the pillows repositioned themselves, so they were propping his torso into a reclined sitting position.

"Okay, so how's this ritual work?" Harry asked, his cock stiffening at the sight of his witches stripping off in front of him.

"Simple, I cast a spell on you, and then we fuck you one by one, when you cum inside us, we're instantly bonded telepathically." Hermione said, crawling up the bed, wand in hand.

"I don't think I'll last long enough for all thirteen of you, and what about Fleur?" Harry said grinning weakly.

"Et moi maître?" (What about me master?) Fleur said from the back of the queue. "Zey summoned me for the ritual, as soon as I'm bonded, I'll be teleported back home.

"Then you go after Hermione" Harry ordered, Fleur moved quickly up the line and stood at the front, as Hermione pointed her wand at his cock.

"Don't worry Harry; your cock won't soften until I cast the finishing spell for the ritual." Hermione smiled, before casting a long, wordy spell. Harry's cock went stiffer than ever when the spell was done, and seemed to glow slightly, before Hermione sunk it into her pussy.

"How will I know when we're bonded?" Harry groaned as Hermione slowly bounced on his cock.

"You'll climax, then hear my voice in your head" Hermione moaned as his cock filled her pussy, she had taken the precaution of casting a spell to protect her womb from his thrusts.

Harry accepted this and reclined into the pillows, as he watched his girlfriend ride his eight inch cock. Harry couldn't deny that this was the most pleasurable magical ritual he had ever participated in, the least pleasurable being the very one he was combatting with this binding.

"I'm cumming!" Harry exclaimed as the pressure began to build in his balls.

"Focus on half-bonding with me" Hermione moaned as she climaxed. As Harry shot several loads into her quivering pussy, he felt a strange sensation. As instructed, he focused on half-bonding Hermione to him, and as promised he heard Hermione's voice in his head. 'Well done Harry, now for the others, completely bond with them!' Hermione said in his head.

'Why?' He asked.

'Because I am your Alpha, your equal. They are your witches, subservient to us.' Hermione replied, a hint of sinister glee in her voice. Hermione dismounted him and lay beside him on the bed, as Fleur stepped forward.

"Un petit maître d'aide?" (A little help master?) Fleur said timidly, gesturing at her swollen belly. Hermione scrambled to help Fleur on to Harry's cock, providing the support and stability she needed, before letting her ride Harry's still erect eight inches. "Merci maîtresse" (Thank you mistress) Fleur groaned as she slowly bounced on his cock, enjoying the feeling of him inside her again.

"J'ai le plaisir Fleur" (My pleasure) Hermione replied, smiling as she revelled in her inherited ability to speak French.

When he felt the pressure building again, he focused on completely bonding Fleur to him, and as he came inside her, he felt her climax as the bonding was sealed.

'Merci maître!' Fleur said in his head, as she dismounted, and promptly vanished. 'Ne vous inquiétez pas, je suis de retour à la maison.' (Don't worry, I'm back home now.) Fleur's voice said as he momentarily panicked.

The rest of the bindings passed in a blur of fucking, bonding, kissing and speaking French. Each witch stepped on to the bed, mounted his seemingly permanently erect cock and rode it until he came inside them, whereupon they were fully bonded to him. The final witch to be bonded was Cissa, and as she stepped forward, Harry felt that he owed her more than this.

"Mione, do I have to be in this position to bond with her?" Harry asked aloud as Narcissa was about to mount him.

"Yes, why?" Hermione responded.

"Because after her plan regarding LeStrange, I feel she deserves something more than a quick ride for her effort." Harry said, Cissa smiled and blushed slightly at the praise.

"How about she sleeps with us tonight. After she's bonded, we'll both fuck her as a reward." Hermione suggested, caressing Harry's chest. Cissa smiled and slowly slid his cock into her pussy, making her moan at the sensation of his cock filling her needy pussy again. Harry came quickly, and felt Narcissa climax as she was bonded to him for life.

'Thank you master' she whispered affectionately in his head. Before she could dismount him, he lifted her up so his cock was just inside her, and Hermione cast the finishing spell. There was a flash of gold and their tattoos shifted, all except Hermione's now showed the lightning bolt underlining the 'HP', whereas Hermione's now had the letters inside a lightning bolt outline, with a tiny 'A' at the tip.

"So how do we contact each other?" Lavender asked, running her index finger over the tattoo.

"If you're in danger or pain, everyone will be alerted," Hermione stated. "If you want to talk to someone, just think of you talking to them and you'll be able to communicate with each other."

"And to contact everyone?" Angelina asked quickly.

"Think of talking to everyone silly" Hermione said, playfully slapping her ass. "There's another benefit, which Fleur will quickly demonstrate." The women looked confused before Fleur appeared in the room. "You can apparate to the others except Hogwarts, or other places that block apparition, the only exception is if one of us is in danger, thank you Fleur." Fleur bowed and vanished again.

"That'll be all ladies, you may go to bed, and I've got to thank Cissa for her work with LeStrange." Harry smiled as he quickly flipped them over so he was on top of her. One by one, each of the other witches kissed him on the cheek and left the room, until it was just Cissa and Hermione left.

'Fuck me master, pleasure me until I pass out, I've been a very good girl!' Cissa's voice purred in his mind, and it made his cock stiffen, before he slammed into her, and began thrusting into her at a slow leisurely pace, providing her with the most pleasure, as his cock rubbed against her clit as it slid slowly in and out of her clutching pussy.

Hermione crawled over and positioned her pussy over Cissa's mouth, and lowered herself until she felt the older witch's tongue poke into her delicate pussy. As Harry quickened his pace, as Narcissa rode her third orgasm, Cissa's expert tongue brought Hermione to her second, the power of which made her fall backwards and pass out, with a smile on her face.

"Bless her" Cissa moaned as she felt his cock begin to stiffen. "Don't cum in me, I don't want to get pregnant again so soon."

"You won't get pregnant unless I want you to get pregnant, a benefit of the bonding" Harry grunted as he came inside her.

"How can you be so sure?" Cissa moaned as she felt her master filling her womb.

"I know everything Hermione knows on the bonding ritual, and it states that you won't get pregnant 'unless the master wishes it.' I could empty both balls into you with a potency potion, and you wouldn't get pregnant" Harry grunted as he finished cumming in her pussy, and pulled out.

'Thank you master' Cissa's voice said in his head. He slid them up the bed, so their heads were resting on the pillows beside Hermione, before they drifted off to sleep.