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CHAPTER SEVEN – OF CLOAKS AND DAGGERS
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JORKIN'S CAPES, COATS & CLOAKS, LONDON, SEPTEMBER 28th 1996 – LATE AFTERNOON
Lilith Moon had often been amazed at the twists and turns that life could throw at you. She remembered the awe she had felt when an old woman in an outdated dress and even odder hat had shown up to tell her parents that the weird things which had been happening around the house was because her older brother Shadrach was a wizard.
Then the witch, for that is what she said she was, told her parents that Lilith herself was a witch and when the children reached the age of twelve they could go to a school of magic called Hogwarts. They had been accepted under a scholarship program designed to help Muggleborns enter the magical world.
Hogwarts had been another odd one of those twists and turns. The first letters from her brother filled her with wonder and left her impatient to see the magical castle herself. Leaving behind her life in the London borough of Havering to take a magical train to a castle in Scotland certainly was an odd turn of events in anyone's book. To be sorted into Hufflepuff house and spend the next five years learning magic had been like a dream. Lilith couldn't believe that her life had become something like out of a movie.
Of course many of the twists and turns hadn't been pleasant. In her second year her good friend Justin Finch-Fletchley had been petrified and everyone was saying that it was because of the famous Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, who was in her year but in Gryffindor House. She had been so relieved that in the end Justin had been restored and rumor had it the monster from the fable Chamber of Secrets had been killed Harry Potter himself!
Things definitely turned when Hogwarts hosted the first Tri-Wizard Tournament in decades during her fourth year. Not only was that exciting by itself but the handsome Cedric Diggory from her own House was chosen as the Hogwarts champion! Again Harry Potter had somehow gotten involved but over time it became obvious to her that things like that just seemed to happen to the Gryffindor boy and he seemed just along for the ride. Cedric certainly seemed to like him even though they were opposing Seekers and didn't hold a grudge against Harry for also being named a champion.
Of course just as term ended another twist happened with the murder of the Hufflepuff hero. It meant a lot to Hufflepuff House that Harry had brought back Cedric's body but they were shocked at the story Harry Potter told of what had happened after the pair had been whisked away from the center of the maze. Lilith hadn't known what to believe but it seemed unlikely from what she had seen over the years that it was all some elaborate ploy by Harry to gather attention as was often hinted at in the Daily Prophet.
As if Harry didn't have enough fame and attention as the Boy-Who-Lived! From listening to friends and from what she saw in the few classes she shared with him, Harry hated fame almost as much as he hated Draco Malfoy of Slytherin house.
Lilith noticed that twists follow turns and twists tended to be bad. Sure enough the turns of fourth year turned were followed by twists in her fifth year. Having to endure 'Professor' Umbridge was worse than classes with Professor Snape. However much worse was yet to come when Professor Sprout had called her into her office late into her fifth year to sadly announce that the Fund from which her scholarship money had come was shutting down and unless her parents could pay tuition, she would not be able to return to continue her education towards her NEWTs.
Lilith had been devastated! She knew many students went only as far as their OWLs but almost all of them had family businesses they were going into. Her brother Shadrach after he had gotten his NEWTs had gone on to become a clerk at the prestigious office of Kettleridge, Creswell & Dippet and hoped to become a solicitor and maybe even a partner some day.
For herself, Lilith had planned to go into research. Her Ravenclaw friends seemed a bit amazed that a Hufflepuff would want to do this but she had noticed that as a Muggleborn she had a different take on things then the witches and wizards who grew up with magic. It was, however, not something one could do just with one's OWLs. Sadly her parents were far too poor to afford a Hogwarts tuition.
It was a bad enough of a twist when your life plan hits a wall but then disaster struck her best friend Sally-Anne Perks. Even though she was a Gryffindor she was a Muggleborn like herself. She too was on scholarship and because of that they had met and just hit it off. So Lilith was sad to hear that while her friend's parents were wealthy enough to pay for Sally-Anne's continued education they didn't cotton to magic.
She had tearfully told Lilith how cold they were to her after it was revealed she was a witch. They had never really accepted that magic wasn't somehow evil. Didn't the Bible say suffer not a witch to live? However, Sally-Anne loved to sew and wanted to become a seamstress and design clothing and perhaps work for a company like Madame Maulkin's so just having her OWLs would be fine.
Lilith loved her friend. She was funny, earthy and beautiful in a way Lilith wished she had. She herself felt rather plain next to her friend. Lilith would sometimes confide this to Sally-Anne after they had helped each other through their 'maintenance orgasms' as Lilith like to called them. As they came down from the pleasurable high, Sally-Anne would hug her close when Lilith would break down and tearfully tell her how worried she was. The face in the mirror wasn't pretty enough to catch the eye of a good wizard and Lilith felt like she had marbles in her mouth anytime a potential boyfriend chatted her up.
Sally-Anne had always laughed and calmed her down promising Lilith that she was pretty enough herself and Lilith could always have her 'cast off' boyfriends after she was done with them. It became a bit of a running joke between them and it helped Lilith get through those awkward years when she couldn't help but envy her friends good looks and easy charm with boys. Unfortunately Sally-Anne's good looks drew the attention of the Terrible Twins of Gryffindor.
Fred and George Weasley were notorious at Hogwarts. Sure they were best known for their colorful jokes, pranks and skills as beaters on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. However in the whispered conversations in the girl's bathrooms and Quidditch locker rooms they were infamous for another reason: turning them down if they chatted you up led to bad, bad things. This is why when the twins had stopped the pair for a 'friendly' chat, Lilith had been willing to go along with it.
No matter how disgusted she was by George as he leered while looking down her ample cleavage, she was willing to accept it rather than piss them off. Even if it meant sucking him off in a broom closet later it would be better than the alternative. All the older girls at school knew what really happened to Patricia Simpson.
Unfortunately Sally-Anne was a Gryffindor. The Ravenclaws, who shared most classes with the 'Puffs, always said that brave and smart rarely went together. Sally-Anne proved it that day when she not only rejected Fred's advances but coolly told them that her boyfriend Zacharias Smith wouldn't take their actions lightly. Maybe Sally-Anne thought that because she was Hermione Granger's roommate that the Twins would let her comments slide.
Whatever the reason, Lilith had worried for her friend. So much so that Lilith ended up sucking off both twins to get them to leave the girls alone after Sally-Anne had stalked off. She did it seemingly gladly and enthusiastically in hopes that if she did so the Twins would forget about Sally-Anne. That would have been a good turn but her fifth year was all about life's twists.
So instead of their hateful pranks the Terrible Twins normally played when they were turned down, they actually went for subtle. Their 'prank' was set to hurt not only Sally-Anne but Zacharias Smith as well. Soon enough Sally-Anne was hugging her and sobbing, telling her the news that she was pregnant. Lilith knew (as did Madam Pomfrey who could not prove it) that it had been the Twins.
Sally-Anne had been faithfully taking her contraceptive potions and had insisted that Smith use a Muggle condom as well. That both failed had to be sabotage and that meant the Twins had gotten their revenge for being turned down. It made Lilith sick that they not only got away with it but they had ruined her friend's life over something so petty.
Sally-Anne's morals and religious faith kept her from having the baby terminated. Charms would hide her baby bump till she graduated with her OWLs. Lilith knew, however, that Sally-Anne was in for a rough life when she returned to her parents that disliked that she was a witch and now was an unwed mother with no support. Lilith had never liked Sally-Anne's boyfriend and her feelings turned out to be justified.
Zacharias Smith had denied it was his baby and it was impossible to prove it was his magically. Lilith quickly learned that a mother's own magic masked such things to protect her baby. Given how many male animals used infanticide to ensure their own progeny succeeded, Lilith could see how keeping paternity a secret till after the baby was born could develop.
Yet Lilith wasn't going to let magic stop her. She knew her biology and studied it on her own with the intention of learning medicine after Hogwarts. So she got a blood sample from Madam Pomfrey and through some skullduggery got a sample from Smith as well. She then had it sent to a lab to be analyzed by a family friend who had gotten her interested in biology to begin with. The test proved Zacharias was the father.
Even with this proof, House Smith refused to do the right thing. They immediately dismissed the Muggle Test even though Madam Pomfrey was able to use magic to show the test was valid. It was obvious to all that Zacharias was able using his families influence to keep him from right by Sally-Anne or from having to pay a knut in child support. There was no way that the Noble House of Smith was going to 'pay for some mudblood's bastard' her friend was told in a nasty letter from House Smith's solicitor.
So Sally-Anne had to return to the Muggle world with little to show for her time at Hogwarts except the magic her parents hated and an unwanted child to be. House Smith smearing her reputation all but assured Lilith's friend would be black-balled through England's magical community. She'd be lucky to get a job scrubbing tables in a Knockturn Alley dive. So even with an impressive set of OWLs, Sally-Anne's magical life was in ruins.
Lilith, on the other hand, had her own problems. While driving back home from King's Crossing, her parent's car had been hit by a speeding taxi. Both her parents had died instantly and Lilith herself was badly injured. Luckily her brother hadn't been able to join her parents in picking Lilith up due to the demands of his new job.
The twists kept coming when the taxi company had hired some fat-cat shyster solicitor and successfully painted her parents as the ones who had been at fault. So while her medical bills were covered by the NHS, almost all of the money her parents had, to include their home, was taken in the settlement. She and her brother where left with almost nothing.
Her brother had a decent salary for such an entry level position and his bosses at the firm understood his problems and so gave him opportunities to make some extra money. This barely kept them in the small flat in a rather seedy neighborhood. Lilith was deeply thankful her brother wasn't one that would abandon his kin even though it put him through financial hardship. When Lilith recovered both she and her brother knew that Lilith had to get a job and get one quickly.
Life relented at that point with a small turn although it was an ironic one. Sally-Anne had gotten an offer to work at Jorkin's Capes, Coats & Cloaks but had to pass because of her pregnancy. While Lilith had never planned to be a seamstress she knew how to do it. She had often helped Sally-Anne with her designs and was actually pretty good at. Luckily for her this was a basic job which didn't require a great deal of sewing skill or advanced sewing magic. Sally-Anne had told her it would just be a stepping stone for her towards eventual design work. It might have been a stepping stone for Sally-Anne had she been able to take it but for Lilith it was a lifeline when she was hired in place of her friend.
So she spent her days measuring, cutting, sewing, greeting customers and cleaning up at the end of the day. Mrs. Prang, who was her immediate boss, was strict and severe but never took advantage of her because of her poverty. If anything Mrs. Prang praised Lilith's Muggleborn work ethic. She often raged at how lazy the wizard-bred girls were. This, however, didn't make her very popular with Helene and Morgan, the other two girls who worked in the shop. They might as well have been Slytherins the way they treated her. Lilith kept her head down and avoided her workmates.
This meant that except for her brother and letters from Sally-Anne, she was all alone in the world. It seemed like all her friends up at Hogwarts simply forgot she existed now that she wasn't at school. It hurt her that for all the supposed loyalty the 'Puffs were famous for it apparently only applied while at school. She missed her parents desperately and she often cried herself to sleep at night.
So not long after Lilith had turned seventeen, her life had been reduced to a basic entry level job that barely helped keep her and her brother afloat. Shadrach worked hard and they both knew it was only a matter of time before he was promoted. However when the food budget was stretched thin and it was all they could do to afford a bi-weekly night out at the cinema to help keep their sanity, it certainly felt like it would be an eternity till then.
It never came up in sibling conversation but both knew there was another way they could make money and that was for Lilith to marry well. That concept was disgusting to them both, being Muggleborns, but Lilith knew that magical Britain might as well be stuck back in time when it came to many cultural concepts long discarded in the modern world. Of course the same applied to her brother, but Shadrach was working so many hours he barely had time to eat and sleep much less look for a wife.
While Magicals lived longer, Lilith had noticed they certainly married early. It seemed rare for a witch not to be married by the time she hit 20 and by 30 they might as well be an old maid. Funny considering the life expectancy for your average witch was 120! What was their hurry? She got her answer one day chatting with a medi-witch during a fitting. While magic made the impossible possible for wizard-kind, it came at a price. While witches could conceive as late as their seventies, it was rare a baby was carried to term past thirty-five or so. Magicals accepted it as just one of those things.
A little digging and Lilith realized what most of the Magicals did not. Their own magical core was acting as an energy source which affected the developing fetus. Like a low-grade radiation field, a witch's own magic acted upon her growing baby. The older the witch, the stronger the effect and the higher the chance of a miscarriage. It was something Lilith felt could be countered but she would never have the chance cutting up fabric and pinning cloaks!
It did mean, however, she was facing a serious time constraint. She was entering into the time when most witches caught the eye of their potential husband…or at least the one's worth catching. The problem was most of the wizards that were around the age to be potential husbands to her were all up in Scotland dating other witches. Thus all the good husbands would probably be snatched up. The rich and powerful ones surely would be Lilith was certain.
Lilith often dreamed some young and handsome lord would come in and see her as his Cinderella in her patched robe and scuffed shoes. He would see past her poverty and somehow be smitten by her. He would sweep her off her feet and the galleons would flow and she'd be able to get tutors and get a job using her mind instead of going home with pin-pricks in her fingers. Alas while she lived in a magical world it was not one you might see in a Disney movie during a Saturday matinée. Most of the male clients barely noticed her and the looks that the ones who did reminded her far too much of George Weasley.
Bad enough the Twins had opened their joke shop not far from where Lilith worked. She avoided that part of Diagon Alley like the plague even if the two were dating those two ex-chasers from their old Quidditch team. That fact did nothing to reassure Lilith. She didn't think even marriage would keep the Terrible Twins from a pretty bird that caught their eye. Bad enough Lilith this had already happened once before. Lilith was sure they'd practically expect more oral gratification if they asked her. So it was better just to avoid that part of the Alley even if it did cause her to make some odd detours which led her to discover even more of the seamier side of the Wizarding world.
So her dreams of getting decently married were just that, dreams. She expected once things got a bit better she could afford to go out a bit more. She cynically predicted she would end up marrying some wizard she met in Diagon Alley who would in all likelihood also be stuck in a similar low-paying job. They would meet during their hurried lunch hours and commiserate and soon they would be commiserating in bed, using sex to dull the pain of their pedestrian lives. Would they truly love each other or would it just be an excuse not to be alone?
Then because they couldn't bear what their life was alone they would marry so as to have someone to keep them from being by themselves. They would have kids, not because they wanted the children to share in their dull lives but in hopes the children would somehow brighten their existence with their childish innocence. Maybe their kids might somehow get the life their parents had had taken from them.
Later after their children had moved away they would then end their lives like some of the wrecks she saw in the Alley, working into their very twilight years, their backs bent and the skin shrunken over their bones like leather. Muggles always seemed to wish they could live longer. Lilith looked at the 100 plus years she could expect ahead of her with dread and loathing.
This very real scenario depressed her and she tried not to think about it. However late at night, when she was often woken by the lorry delivering crates of produce to a nearby market, she often brooded on it. She tried to convince herself if she kept a stiff upper lip and worked hard like her grandparents had after the War she could get ahead. But she knew in her most secret of hearts that no matter hard she worked her dream of being a researcher was impossible and ending up a mid-level manger like Mrs. Prang was the likely future for her. For how often in the real life did a young, handsome lord with galleons to burn who might actually notice her would come in one day just to buy a cloak?
So Lilith had to be amazed anew at the twists and turns of life when not only did such a young lord do just that but she was actually kneeling before him sucking his wonderful cock to his obvious pleasure while her whole body was seemingly on fire with sexual passion!
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GRINGOTTS, LONDON, SEPTEMBER 28th 1996 - AFTERNOON
Tonks had to admit she was one brassed off witch. Oh sure she had recently had the most mind-blowing orgasms she had ever had in her life. The fact those had happened while she had been unabashedly diddling herself in a semi-public corridor in Gringotts where any Trog, Durg or Hambok could have wandered by did nothing to help her mood.
It also didn't help that something was definitely up with Harry fucking Potter! "Harry needs a guard for his meeting with the goblins, Nymphadora," Dumbledore had said. "I have talked to Director Bones and she and I agree that with the mood of the Ministry someone from the Order should escort him back to Hogwarts," the old man had explained. "I'm sure he will be delighted to see you and won't be the spot of bother he was earlier," Dumbledore had soothed.
What a load of bollocks that turned out to be! It was true Tonks had been happy not to find a surly, combative teen but since then NOTHING had gone the way she had expected it! Suddenly Harry was zipping through floos with ease, chatting up goblins like one of their clan and seeing Director Ragnok privately! Then suddenly he was the head of not one but three Houses. Plus of all things he was now her Lord Black! She'd gone from being the cool, spunky (and drop dead sexy) elder cousin to being the one of those he was responsible for. She half expected to wake up and find herself on the floor of the new Weasley's Wizard Whizzes after a bad trip on one of the Twin's newly patented daydreams!
This was also on top of the fact that Harry was a far cry from the fifteen year old teen she remembered from when the Order had rescued him from his relatives after the Dementor attack. Obviously a lot of water had passed under the bridge since then but even so! Between the dementor attack, that Toad Umbridge and then losing Sirius, Tonks had felt sorry for her cousin. Yet Harry had gone through terrible things before, having Voldemort resurrected out of Harry's own blood came to mind, and he always seemed to keep being the same Harry Potter. Now it was like he was a totally different wizard. A confident wizard and one who seemed to know what he wanted and where he wanted to go. Then there was his aura…
Tonks bit her lip and readjusted her robe to hide her traitorous nipples which kept trying to poke through her blouse. She had finally pegged that mysterious sexual feeling as coming from Harry. When he walked away, it lessened; when he was standing next to her she felt like she really, really wanted to see what sort of broomstick the raven-haired Seeker had under his robes.
To make matters worse was how her abilities where reacting. While Harry had been waiting for one of Griphook's flunkies to fetch something, Tonks had caught Harry checking out her aunt's breasts. He obviously like them and Tonks had to admit that the youngest Black sister had managed to get the best genes in her generation.
There was no denying her mom and aunt were beautiful. In fact it was amazing Bellatrix was still beautiful even after her time in Azkaban. Of course her beauty was marred by the fact she was totally barking mad. In comparison, Narcissa was frankly stunning. Tonks had found her own tits starting to swell as her metamorphmagus abilities seem to sense that Harry might like a bigger bosom.
She gritted her teeth and cursed her low pay as an entry level auror. If she had more galleons she could afford more charmed clothes. As it was she didn't have many that would magically shift a bit as she morphed her body. Today's bra and blouse weren't one of those few so she had to constantly force her tits back down in size before she either burst her bra or passed out from hypoxia.
So all in all Tonks was a witch whose knickers where definitely in a twist. Bad enough said knickers were still damp and if she wasn't careful and dropped into fantasizing about the Boy-She-Wanted-To-Shag they would get wetter still. So it was a relief when it finally looked like the new Lord Black seemed ready to leave.
Maybe she could shag him when she got him back to his tower back at Hogwarts. Correction, she'd shag him a lot when she got him back. She would exact a lot of pleasure from him as compensation for the embarrassments of the day.
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Harry bowed before turning away from Griphook. His trip to his vaults had been an experience and the papers and figures the goblin had shown him about his wealth certainly had been educational. Growing up a poor abused orphan didn't make becoming a powerful and filthy rich lord an easy transition. Harry shook his head when he had seen how much more rich and powerful he would have been if House Potter hadn't been gutted.
There was going to be some painful retribution for that crime, Harry swore. It was true, however, the wealth from the vaults of the ancient Peverell family did a lot to make up the difference and Griphook was practically salivating at the prospect of the galleons he would make on commission by managing these new funds for Harry. He had decided Griphook's boss Gold Master Zahav could manage both Houses finances till things settled down and he could decide if another manager was needed.
For now Harry was content. He had money, he had scores of magical items and artifacts to look over when he got the chance to come back for another visit and he had a wand. It might not be his trusted holly and phoenix feather wand but it would do for now. Harry wasn't sure what wood it was and no idea what the core might be but out of all the wands he found in the ancient Black and Peverell vaults it had been the only one that respond to him like his old wand did. It would do, Harry had thought grimly, especially since right now Dumbledore and company thought him wandless. So on top of his new skill with his wandless magic, Harry was armed and dangerous!
And he was hungry. It had been a long time since breakfast back at Hogwarts and the small goblin cakes and water during the meetings hadn't done much but take the edge off. Then there was the small matter of him and Narcissa shagging each other silly. Harry was finding hot sex cooled one hunger (briefly) but did nothing to feed the appetite. So some lunch was in order before he went shopping.
He saw Tonks had noticed he was finished and was coming over. It hadn't been lost on him that she had been keeping her distance while he had been conducting his business. When Tonks' robe slipped it was evident that she was still turned on if the nipples poking up from under her blouse were any indication. Harry knew even without him consciously focusing on her, his aura was affecting her. He knew this because she hadn't accompanied him to his vaults and knowing Tonks' dedication to her auror duties she normally would have. Harry figured being crammed into those small carts next to him was something she didn't think she could handle without losing her professional bearing.
From the knowing looks Narcissa had given him at the time he was sure she knew this as well. Narcissa hadn't minded the closeness and she proved it when they had 'broken in' the Black vault when they got there. Lumpy or not, there was something to be said about fucking a beautiful woman on robe over a pile of gold! Harry knew he probably should feel worse about Narcissa's age considering she was 25 years older than him. Of course Harry did have more and more memories of an adult wizard beginning to become available to him. He guess he simply didn't look at things like a teenager anymore.
There was the fact of her being Draco's mum. Funny how this really didn't matter to him. He guessed it was because there seemed to be so little of Narcissa in Draco. The white-haired git was his father's son alright. Perhaps it was because Draco looked so much like his father with nothing to show that Narcissa was his mother. Mrs. Weasley could have been Draco's mum for all his features showed a difference from his father's face. Draco certainly hadn't gotten any of her brains or subtlety Harry thought with a wry grin.
He had thought about the age bit on their cart ride back to the surface. Most witches could expect to live till around 120 in contrast to 75 which was normal for Muggle women. Thus Narcissa as a witch was really only '25' if one looked at her age against her lifespan in contrast to a Muggle woman. He smiled at how Hermione would have been proud of his reasoning. When he thought about it, from a Magical point of view, Tonks was still practically a teen. Again this made Harry wonder why if Magicals lived so long, why did were they considered adults even earlier than Muggles? By Harry's earlier math, one would expect Magicals to have to be practically 30 before being considered an adult.
Then again Harry had given up on the Magical world making any sort of logical sense after having to suffer through the years at Hogwarts at the mercy of the moving staircases. Had the Founder's actually hated their students or was it actually part of some sort of test no one told them about? Harry wouldn't put it past just being an elaborate joke played on the students by the teachers to make up for having to put up with their childish antics term after term. Maybe Hogwarts herself was messing with the students in response to all the graffiti and gum stuck on the undersides of chairs and the like.
So while the age difference should have bothered him, he found it didn't. Narcissa was beautiful and sexy and that was enough for him. Just thinking about her made his cock twitch which made him grimace a bit. Harry knew he needed to buy some sort of ointment when they went out later. His poor penis wasn't going to make it at the rate he was going! As much as he was sure it blew the minds of the women he was having sex with, Harry did wonder how long it would be before his magical core synched with his body so he wouldn't be constantly broadcasting some sort of "come over here and fuck me baby" signal through his aura at all times.
He had noticed Tonks wasn't the only witch affected; the other women in the lobby had started to check him out the moment he walked in. While as the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry was used to being stared at but having witches who looked like they were around 80 in Muggle years seemed to want to have a go with him made Harry want to beat a hasty retreat. Having sex with a sexy 41 year old was one thing; having someone like Neville's gran checking him out was another!
Seeing the grim line set on Tonks' face, Harry knew she was working to keep herself under control as she walked closer to him and his aura. It didn't help that when Harry saw her he unconsciously focused his aura on her and with her being very sexy in her own way it was hard for those thoughts not to be transmitted through his aura. Harry knew he was guilty of teasing her but he couldn't help it! Paladin of Nemesis or not, he still was a teenager!
Earlier if he noticed her not paying attention he'd carefully move closer to her. As he did so he could see her face start to take on a dreamy look and sometimes she'd traced outlines on her leg with her finger as if she was circling a nipple with them. Harry was sure he knew what she was dreaming about and he had to admit that when the opportunity arose he probably would take her up on it. Cousin or not, Tonks was hot and had been one of his first fantasy girls. He had never masturbated often but when he did it was almost always while thinking about either her, Katie Bell or Fleur Delacour. After seeing the Veela in her bathing suit it was sort of hard not too, that was for damn sure!
"So Lord Black, are you ready to head back to Hogwarts," Tonks asked a bit formally. There were a fair bit of people in the lobby so she felt it better to use Harry's new title. Tonks knew they needed to get out quick before the press swarmed down on them. She thought she could see a few hanging out outside. Luckily that vulture Rita Skeeter didn't seem to be one.
Harry gave a sigh. It was time to school Tonks on the new facts of life. Hopefully being in the lobby of the bank would keep her from freaking out. "Actually Auror Tonks, I'm up for lunch and then I'm off for a bit of shopping. After that I have an appointment at Grimmauld Place to get that squared away. Depending how late it is and how tired I am at that point, I may just stay there tonight."
Sure enough Tonks' eyes bugged out, "Harry I have…uhm my Lord Black, my instructions where to escort you back to Hogwarts. While I may not have been able to bring you directly back, I am still under orders. These orders came from the Headmaster with the blessings of the Director Bones herself!"
Harry gave a winning smile, "I'm sure they did and I commend them for their diligence for thinking of my safety as a minor without a wand. However I'm now an emancipated lord of three Ancient and Noble Houses. Furthermore, since I haven't had a class since the start of term, it could be argued that I am no longer a student and thus not under the Headmaster jurisdiction. Indeed I made it known back on September 1st I had no intention of staying at Hogwarts for school so in my book, every day since I was illegally detained. Where were you and Director Bones then?"
Tonks opened her mouth in an obvious knee-jerk rebuttal before she closed her mouth and frowned thoughtfully as she parsed this out in accordance to the law.
Harry went on to add more fuel to Tonks' mental fire, "Since I am emancipated as well as having my required OWLs I'm afraid the DMLE no longer has any jurisdiction either other than a general one pertaining to my well being in these dangerous times. So you have discharged your duties and should feel free to get back to the DMLE I would totally understand. However if you feel the need to continue guarding me until you receive new instructions, I'm sure Director Bones would not fault your logic or loyalty to your mission."
Tonks blinked in surprise. Harry was sure she had been expecting some sort of childish outburst and threats about not going back on his part and not the cold hard facts regarding his new status. "So Tonks, you have two choices, you could leave and quickly get back to Dumbledore and tell him what is going on or you can stay. If you leave there is nothing stopping me from having Narcissa here take me by side-along apparition to anywhere I want to go. Were that to happen, you losing me probably won't sit well with either of your bosses so think carefully on what you do next!"
Tonks paled a little at that. Harry was sure that Order of the Phoenix member or not, losing him on her watch would not go well for the pink-haired witch. "Harry...look you have to go back! Dumbledore said so! You can't just go running around England! You-Know-Who is out there and the Death Eaters would love to catch you outside Hogwarts' wards!" Tonks practically stuttered.
It was just as Harry had expected. Dumbledore had spoken and thus it must be so! It was no wonder the old man had never sought to become the Minister of Magic as Hagrid told him on his first day in Diagon Alley. It was obvious many Magicals did what he told them to simply because he was Dumbledore. It was well past time to rain on that parade!
Harry took a step closer to Tonks and started to fully focus his aura on her. Sure it was fun to project sexual desire through it but Harry knew it worked for any feeling and right now he was funneling his seriousness directly at her. Harry realized that Dumbledore had been doing something similar the entire time he had known the wizard. All that grandfatherly eye twinkling was simply the manifestation of him projecting his own powerful aura onto whom he was speaking to. No wonder people tended to agree with Dumbledore when they were talking to him directly! Again it showed that Riddle was an idiot for going all dark and destructive when with his good looks and powerful aura he probably could be the Minister of Magic right now and be revered and probably well shagged to boot.
Tonks obviously felt the shift in Harry's aura because she took an unconscious step backwards and her wand dropped out of the holster hidden up her sleeve and into her hand. Harry had one of those now as well. The Black vaults had been stocked with all sorts of wonderful toys like that. However Harry had no intention of dueling his cousin so he toned it down a bit.
"Look Tonks you just have to face up to the new reality," Harry said soothingly. "This morning I was a minor under house arrest of a dubious nature back at Hogwarts. Now I am a legal adult and I have money, power, votes in the Wizengamot and my OWLs. Therefore there is nothing you can do to stop me from doing whatever the hell I want unless you want to try and arrest me under some trumped up charges like Fudge tried to do last year. If it makes you feel any better, I do intend to return to Hogwarts but not right now. Maybe tonight or maybe tomorrow morning depending on how I feel. However when I return, it is because I chose to."
Tonks continued to look mutinous but Narcissa reached out and put a calming hand on her niece's shoulder. "Nymphadora, please think before you speak again. Everything our Lord Black has said is true. Yes he's young, just turned seventeen, and most will still try to see him just as a mere student even if he is a legal adult."
Again Tonks looked like she was about to say something but Narcissa cut her off, "However Lord Black isn't a mere student. In fact, Harry Potter wasn't just a student going back to his First Year. He is the Boy-Who-Lived, the champion of the Tri-Wizard Tournament at fifteen and the wizard who has stymied the very Dark Lord himself. You simply cannot allow yourself to continue to see him as you did. He is now Lord Potter-Peverell-Black."
Narcissa patted her niece on the shoulder and leaned closer almost as if she didn't want Harry to hear, "It might be better for you to considering him as nothing else. Forget his age, his past and what you thought of him prior to now. He isn't just Harry Potter anymore; he is so much more and denying it will only bring you problems."
Tonks nodded slowly at this while Narcissa straightened back up and looked back at Harry, "In fact, I think in a very real way Harry Potter died today. Is that not right, my Lord Harold Black?
A coldness suddenly gripped him on hearing these words. Harry was stunned at this thought but in a blaze of understanding he realized it was true. Harry Potter was dead if he had ever truly existed. He wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived; he never had been. He only remembered that night or his parents when dementors were around him or when looking at old photos. The closest he had ever gotten to his parents had been a mere echo of their souls that had come out of Voldemort's wand. Raised by the hateful Dursleys, how was he a Potter except by blood? Harry Potter was the boy everyone seemed to think they knew but didn't.
No one had ever really taken the time get to know the real him. No one except Hermione and Katie. For all their current closeness, how much did Luna and Harry really know of each other? Surely Harry was excited to get on that journey of discovery together with Luna but the truth was Narcissa was right, Harry Potter was mostly a concept in the minds of others. A concept people hung their hopes, desires, fears or hate upon.
Ginny Weasley had fallen in 'love' with the concept that was Harry Potter years before ever meeting him in person. Then she often seemed put out that the real Harry didn't conform to her fantasy version. Harry thought about how he had recently felt like everyone he knew were just actors playing roles and thus not really who Harry thought them to be. How ironic that Narcissa had pointed out that he himself had unconsciously been going along with playing the part of Harry Potter, someone who he had never been.
The Harry Potter who Harry thought he was had been all about wanting to turn his back on all the intrigue, mysteries, plots and duels to the death and just live a good and happy life. That Harry Potter wanted a wife, a family and a desire to leave something lasting behind him and maybe a chance to play some Quidditch now and again.
Sadly Harry had willingly given all that up. He had known this when he had fully accepted what Luna had told him and stopped running from his destiny. If he was going to bring back House Potter back from the brink of destruction, he had to take up the mantle of what it meant to be a Potter. It was obvious from Luna and his new memories from Voldemort, this meant fighting (and maybe dying) the good fight. However right now, fighting like the Light side Potters would probably get him killed.
No, Harry Potter was dead and in his place was Harold Black who had a dark road ahead of him. A road filled with vengeance and death. A road more suited to House Black. Narcissa was right but it wasn't just Tonks who needed to stop thinking of him as Harry Potter but Harry himself as well. A wave of crushing sadness washed through him. Even though he had accepted his destiny in his head, it was another thing to realize it in his heart what he had truly given up or the stark reality of the implications of what his existence might be.
Could one fight the Dark without becoming dark themselves? Could he fight as a Black to right wrongs like a Potter without his own house magicks turning on him? Might he win the fight but lose the war by saving Magical Britain but at the cost to losing House Potter forever?
Harry could only grit his teeth. In his heart he knew the answer. The Potter answer: fight. He had to hope Luna was right that he would have to do what he felt was right and hope his intent in his heart would be enough to keep him from the Dark and losing the ancient legacy of House Potter forever. Even so, for now he had reject the carefully crafted image of Harry Potter the Headmaster apparently had been making since that fateful Halloween night.
So Harry Potter needed to die so Harold Black could live to fight a battle only he could fight. Yet after being the tool of Fate, the paladin of Nemesis, would he ever get to return and find out who Harry Potter was?
Harry didn't like his chances but as a Potter, he could not turn away from this fight, this destiny.
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THE INSURMOUNTABLE PENQUIN, LONDON, SEPTEMBER 28th 1996 – A BIT LATER
Harry sipped his Samuel Smith's Tadcaster Bitter with enjoyment. He had decided to try one after finishing his lunch given in the Wizarding world many privileges reserved for 18 or 21 year olds were available once one was 17 and had their OWLs. Since he had found out that morning that until recently House Potter had owned the Smith brewery in North Yorkshire Harry decided he should give it a taste. As nice as butterbeer was, Harry had to admit real beer had its charms. Harry vowed that no matter what happened he was getting ownership of the brewery back. It had been in his family since it was founded.
Even as gutted financially as House Potter was, through it Harry was still the Earl of Yorkshire which he learned was the magical equivalent of the Earl of Northumbria. He had been surprised to learn that he could vote in the House of Lords on certain topics that affected both the Magical and Muggle world. Amazing how he had been just a wiry teen with about 32 pounds in his pocket and a Trust Fund to his name this morning and now he had votes in the Wizengamot and House of Lords by lunch!
Of course Harry had learned his Trust Fund should have only had enough money to see Harry through Hogwarts. The piles of galleons he had seen for the first time prior to his First Year had turned out to be part of the mystery. It seemed someone had been transferring monies to the Trust Fund prior to taking them out later in a form of money laundering. Gone were the stacks of galleons or those odd hub-cap pieces of gold. The vault now only contained the tuition for his Seventh year and a enough for incidental expenses related to school.
Being the Earl of Yorkshire had sort of sparked some things that he had discussed with Narcissa over lunch. It had seemed over the years in order to keep away from House Malfoy and their allies and help keep the peace, almost all of the southern Potters had moved up to join their northern cousins. Except for a day house for when the Wizengamot was in session, by the time of his grandparents there had been little south of York that House Potter still owned that wasn't simply a business. So why had his parents been killed in a house in Godric's Hollow way down in West County?
The name implied a link to Harold Godricson's family but Narcissa had pointed out that while he had been King of England, as a magical he had simply been a younger son of his line and so it was doubtful any properties had gone with Godric's daughter when he married Henry Potter. Due to the start of the magical civil war at the time there probably hadn't been time to debate a proper dowry.
So just because there was 'Gryffindor' blood in Harry, it didn't automatically mean that the house his parents died in was something they owned. Narcissa didn't know of any reason for it since she knew James had grown up at the Potter estates in Yorkshire. Harry knew from things Aunt Petunia had said over the years that she and his mother grew up in Oldham which was a borough of Manchester. Both were a long way away from West County. It was just another mystery in Harry's life that he needed to find answers for. Somehow it felt important to him that he solve that mystery.
Looking around the pub Harry spied Tonks doing a very good job of chatting with a bloke at the bar while simultaneously keeping a watch on both him and Narcissa in their booth and as well as eying who came through the door. He had to admit that clumsy or not, Tonks had some skills. After accepting the new reality of things she seemed to just get on with it. She didn't even blink when he asked if he could speak with Narcissa alone for a bit. She'd had simply shrugged and said she couldn't be in the booth anyway since it limited her ability to watch and react.
Harry had been glad his face had shown how surprised and pleased he'd been at this show of professionalism because the look on Tonks' face had been worth it. Harry had been feeling a bit bad at how he had teased his cousin only to have to drop a reality bomb on her later. He wondered if she was actually having as much fun chatting with that bloke as it looked. She did like to have fun and it was hard not to have a good time when Tonks was around and in a good mood.
Harry had been impressed with Narcissa as well. The press had descended upon them the minute they had left the bank and Harry had been sorely pressed not to toss them out of Diagon Alley into the streets of Muggle London with his wandless magic. Maybe nailing them with some fun hexes as they flew away just for good measure. Narcissa, however, had waded into the pack of reporters and coolly shut them down.
Harry had marveled how she rattled off answers to their questions like she had been preparing press releases about the events of the day for weeks prior. She coldly snubbed some while subtly rewarding others with a better quote. Then she had cut them off as harshly as if she had been a guillotine and they had swiftly departed much to the annoyance of the reporters.
It had been Tonks' idea to hit this pub for lunch since normally it was more for the workers of the Alley and less touristy as the Leaky Cauldron was. Both Narcissa and Tonks' had laughed that he naïvely had thought the Cauldron was the only place to get food in Diagon Alley. Narcissa had explained that as the main entry to the Alley it was kept to look all old and 'witchy' for all the out of town Magicals as well as for the few Muggles that came through. There was a lot more to Diagon Alley than Harry had been allowed to see over the years. This made him realize again how much of a trove of information Narcissa represented. She knew the ins and outs of Wizarding society as well as where all the pertinent skeletons were buried just as she had claimed while begging Harry not to throw her out into the streets earlier that morning.
"Why are you going back to Hogwarts, my lord?" Narcissa asked suddenly, breaking into Harry's woolgathering.
Harry was a bit startled by this question. Then he realized it was a very fair question considering Narcissa didn't know the full score like he did. He really needed to get her and Luna together. Besides the smoking hot sex he was expecting to fully enjoy watching, Harry knew that Narcissa would almost certainly help fill in some gaps in what was going on around them.
Harry took another sip of his beer to collect his thoughts. Narcissa had already cast a spell to mask what they had been talking about from others in the pub. A spell, Harry was surprised to learn, that Snape himself had created back when he was in school. Harry admitted that the greasy haired git also had some skills even if he was a vindictive bastard.
"Well Cissy, it is a bit complicated but mostly because Hogwarts is where Dumbledore is." Harry finally replied. He found it odd that this stately woman of stunning beauty preferred to go by the name Cissy. For some reason this made Harry think of some Yank yokel in pig-tails wearing coveralls with a piece of straw in her mouth. Of course who was he to talk? Harry had to live with the endless hairy puns just as much as Sirius had had to endure with the puns on his serious name.
Narcissa gave him a look that clearly said 'go on' so he continued, "Between what I learned when I ended up with a lot of Voldemort's memories and what Luna has discovered it seems the most obvious roads to who has been manipulating me all my life lead to the Headmaster's office. Don't they say keep your friends close and your enemies closer? At Hogwarts I can do both. Plus I have potential allies there as well as people that need to be punished and others that need protection. Besides, as an emancipated lord the Headmaster cannot keep me there. I can come and go as I please so it isn't like I will be trapped up in Scotland. For now it also means I can use Hogwarts' wards to keep me from being bothered by Voldemort till I feel like I want to take him out."
Narcissa couldn't keep her eyebrows from rising in stark surprise. "I find disconcerting yet oddly reassuring that you dismiss the Dark Lord so cavalierly. It does hearten me and give me hope especially considering that I'm surely targeted for execution now by the Death Eaters. I know too much to be allowed to live."
Harry gave his signature lop-sided grin, "I am sorry Cissy, I know it is hard to believe but trust me when I say that Voldemort has more to be afraid of me than I have need to be afraid of him. Actually right now his Death Eaters are more of a threat to me then he is and one of the first things I intend to do is whittle them down in strength."
Narcissa gave him an approving look. "Yes many people always overestimated Voldemort as a threat because while he is insanely powerful he almost never goes on missions personally. All that power at his command and he rarely uses it. So it is the Death Eaters that need to be attacked, my insane sister Bellatrix especially. In targeting me, they will have to seek you out. In addition, Lucius will be unable to bear the shame of what you have done. No matter that he likes to bugger young boys, the idea that you could be taking pleasure from me will drive him into an insane rage."
Harry made a face. Kicking house-elves and diddling boys all on top of being part of a evil terrorist group you had to rape and murder to join for more of the same. Lucius Malfoy certainly seemed to be the pinnacle of the evil he needed to stop.
Narcissa took a sip of her own drink before continuing, "His reach is long and I doubt even being locked up in Azkaban will hold him for long. With how the Pureblood elite view the goblins, the 'unfairness' of our divorce might actually help him worm his way out of prison. I can practically hear him plead how he needs to look after Draco. Of course that is a preposterous idea considering how little time he ever put in raising him. He will just want revenge for this supposed slight on his honor." Narcissa looked sad, "I'm sure the same could be said of my son."
Harry reached out and took her hand, "Cissy, I'm sorry. I know he's your son and no one can simply tell a mother to just forget their child. You need to remember one thing, though. Draco made his choice to be his father's son a long ago and he had constantly reaffirmed that since then. If you raised him like you said, not only has he chosen to be his father's son but he has turned his back on all the lessons you tried to teach him as his mother. You told me he was happy to take the Dark Mark so he turned his back not only on House Black but even on House Malfoy to follow Voldemort. Sounds to me in light of today's history lesson that Draco is just doing what Malfoy's do best and that is betray people."
The hint of tears came to Narcissa's eyes as she struggled to control herself. "I know my lord, I do indeed but it is another thing to accept that the wizard you are talking to will be the one to kill your child. I can't stop you and even worse I don't want to stop you. I see Draco becoming even worse of a monster than Lucius! "
Harry nodded at this even as Narcissa could no longer hold back the tears. While he shouldn't have been surprised, learning that the ghostly image of the Dark Mark hadn't been because of his father's mark but his own shocked Harry a little. In the back of his mind he always thought that when faced with the reality of what he'd have to do as a Death Eater (and the danger) that Draco would get cold feet. Harry could only wonder what poor soul Draco had raped and then murdered.
Harry let Narcissa compose herself before going on. In the end, Harry realized the who didn't matter. The unknown victim would be revenged soon just as Sarah Underhill would be. With Voldemort's memories, he now knew whose life Snape had snuffed out to gain his own Dark Mark.
After Narcissa had blown her nose and used her wand to remove the puffiness from her eyes, Harry went on. "Trust me Cissy, I know how you feel. Even though I have accepted the role I am to play, I still have this feeling that before I am allowed to die that I will be forced to make some sort of sacrifice before this is all done. It isn't enough that I've never had a normal life and then I willingly gave up the very idea that I could have one. No, somehow I know I'm going to have to do something, kill someone that I hold dear or let House Potter die forever. I can't shake it. However, I can only go forward knowing what is coming is going to be bad. I chose to walk this path and so I will no matter what the consequences."
Narcissa looked at Harry; her face bleak and forlorn, "I knew from the minute you told me how Ms. Granger had stopped you from killing Draco that my son's days were numbered. He's dead and you are his end; Draco simply doesn't understand you are his better in every way. He will not stop and I cannot see any other outcome than you killing him if his stupidity doesn't get him killed first."
Harry nodded again, "Unlike my dear Headmaster, I don't believe in redemption of those who have gone down the Death Eater path. I know now what one has to do to earn the Mark and what sort of mind set that entails. Draco took Voldemort's Mark with all that entails. He's tainted by a choice he freely made and sealed with a terrible crime. I doubt one could ever realistically come back after all that."
Harry looked pensive. "It's why I don't think I'm going to survive all this. After what I am willing to do to finish all this, who am I to expect that I won't suffer for what I am about to do? That it will be for the Greater Good as Dumbledore would say doesn't relieve me of responsibility for my actions."
Narcissa gave him an odd look. "My lor…Harry, I know you told me that the Sorting Hat had wanted to put you into Slytherin but what you said proves you are a true Gryffindor. Bravery isn't stupidly going into battle thinking you have the skill and tools to persevere. Bravery is going in knowing you are probably not coming back and going anyway because it is what you must do. The longer I am around you I can feel what Luna Lovegood has sensed about you. You have been touched by Fate and you will go on to do great things."
"'Great things, terrible things to be sure, but great…'" Harry murmured. He remembered the look in Ollivander's eerie eyes when he had said that. Harry had thought he was talking about Voldemort then. Had Ollivander been actually talking about Harry himself? He shivered again about how his whole life seemed to have been plotted out beforehand and he was just going through the motions. That no matter how much free will he thought he had, his whole life might just be a bunch of threads in the hands of the Moire, Parcae, Norns or whatever you wanted to call Fate. How many threads of life would be cut short by his actions until his own was finally severed?
Harry shook his head to clear it and then finished his beer. Morbid thoughts brought no profit to paraphrase the goblins. Besides he had a lot to do before he met with those same goblins to get the new Fidelis charm put on Grimmauld Place till we can sort out the Black family charm. Which reminded him…
"Cissy, I need to do some quick business so don't freak out, okay?" Harry told her. At her nod he called out, "Dobby!"
The gaudily clad elf appeared on the table and gave a squeak before falling off beside Harry on seeing Narcissa. "Dobby, get up. Narcissa isn't going to hurt you." Harry reassured the shaking elf.
Dobby let Harry push him up to a sitting position but continued to stare at his ex-mistress, "Master Harry won't bez making Dobby go back to the Bad House, willz he?" the elf said in a tone so pathetic it tugged on Harry's heart.
"No Dobby, in fact Narcissa is part of my house now. She too has been freed from the Bad House. I may need you to help her from time to time; will you be able to do that?"
Dobby nodded but Harry could tell the elf's heart wasn't into it. Harry had an idea, "Dobby, I know you've wanted to be my elf. I'm prepared to accept that now. Do you think Winky would as well? Then she could help Narcissa here so you could focus on me. Would that work?"
Harry had a hard time to keep from laughing considering that Dobby acted like he just shat himself with happiness. After going back and grabbing Winky and a quick round of magical oaths later, Harry now had two very happy house elves of his own. He'd have to deal with Hermione about it later but he figured she had other things to scold him over first. He sent Dobby off to start working on Grimmauld Place along with the injunction he could do whatever house elves did to traitorous elves like Kreacher.
He sent Winky, however, to the Shrieking Shack which he had earlier had found out (to his surprise) that he owned as Lord Black. Sirius' Uncle Alphard had let Dumbledore use it to house Remus while he was in his werewolf form back when he was at school. Apparently this was the act of kindness which got him blasted off the Black Tapestry. It sadden him to learn the wizard had died under very suspicious circumstances which Harry was sure Walpurga had been behind.
Harry planned to have his elves renovate the insides but leave the outsides the same. Narcissa could stay there and stay hidden. Plus with the hidden passageway to Hogwarts meant they could easily keep in touch. Harry gave an internal grin considering how much "in touch" he intended to stay with her.
Considering Narcissa was such a screamer during sex, putting her in the Shrieking Shack seemed oddly appropriate! His cock grew hard at the thought of rekindling the old Hogsmeade legend. Harry let out a sigh. He shagged and shagged and still at the mere thought of sex he was ready for more. He'd already fucked Narcissa hard enough today that she admitted in the Vault she was a bit tender. Now what was he going to do?
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JORKIN'S CAPES, COATS & CLOAKS, LONDON, SEPTEMBER 27th 1996 – LATE AFTERNOON
"Oh Merlin, Lilith, I'm cumming!" Harry gasped. He didn't want to surprise her with a mouthful of spunk but the pretty chestnut-haired girl just bore down harder as Harry began to cum. As he had been done all day, he shot what seemed like an endless supply of steamy cum while the willing witch greedily sucked it down with obvious relish even as she found herself having a tremendous orgasm as Harry's aura flared.
As Harry's cock pumped his seed down Lilith's throat there was a part of him that was wondering where all this cum was (ahem) coming from. He didn't think it was normal. Was it just a magical sort of thing like some weird biological duplication charm that wizards had that Muggle men didn't?
Whatever the reason, Harry came enough that some of it leaked out of Lilith's mouth, down her chin and onto her very ample bosom. Harry was pretty sure his mother must not have breast fed him because he seemed to be entranced by tits and for at seventeen Lilith had a very nice pair filling out her robe.
Lilith looked deliriously happy to Harry as she wiped up the remains of Harry's cum with her fingers to be licked off with obvious enjoyment. Harry hoped that it was true and Lilith wasn't making a show just to please him. He felt an erotic thrill seeing her do it but he didn't want girls thinking they needed to do things they didn't want to do just to please him. When Ron hadn't been speaking to him in Fourth year Harry had been in the library a lot and he overheard many things.
Things that made him question most of what he heard the guys back in the dorm room brag about. Seamus was not the pleaser-of-witches he thought he was, that much was certain from the comments Harry had overheard. Almost everything he thought girls did because they like it had actually been done just to make him feel better. That Seamus never bothered to return the favor was not lost on the girls. It probably explained why he never kept a girlfriend for long.
He had loved cumming on Katie's tits back in the day. Her realizing how much her breasts excited him was the way she finally gotten Harry to overcome his inhibitions and start getting himself off. Harry had felt guilty about it since he was getting off and Katie was just getting sticky out of it. She had laughed when Harry had mentioned this. Katie had said it was really erotic to watch him jacking off knowing it was because of her. She said the look of lust in his eyes as he drank in her body made her tingle and she often would think of it when she had her own private alone time. She assured him she did get something out of it.
As Harry looked down on Lilith he thought of this and something he had noticed after his first bout of sex with Narcissa. There was no denying one of the most beautiful sights in the world was a satisfied witch looking up at you with passion. The look in Lilith's eyes as she stroked the last drops out of Harry's rapidly shrinking cock made his breath catch in his throat which was saying something considering he was still gasping for air from his intense orgasm. Katie had been right; Harry would remember the look in Lilith's eyes for a long time and probably would be thrilled each time he thought of it. He hoped the look on his face would do the same for Lilith.
Harry let out a happy chuckle and a smile that left no doubt to Lilith how pleased he was. "Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping!" Harry joked.
Lilith gave a laugh after giving his cock a last quick kiss, "But Harry, you haven't bought anything yet!" She said with an impish grin.
Harry gave a grin in return. "After customer service like that I might have to arrange to have my cloak stolen so I have to come back and get a replacement!'
Lilith blushed, "Well I'm not too sure Mrs. Prang would approve of my 'customer servicing' but I'm glad you liked it."
Harry gave another happy chuckle as he pulled up his trousers, "What wasn't there to like? You were brilliant!" Harry wasn't just saying that. Narcissa had been good when she had sucked him off earlier but Lilith's tongue seemed to know just what he liked. It had been amazing! In fact he wanted to return the favor. He was sure the pretty young witch would taste lovely. However considering this was where Lilith worked he didn't think it was the place to try and get her screaming with pleasure, silencing charms or no.
In fact Harry looked at the door with a bit of dread, halfway expecting someone to be irately banging on it demanding to know what was going on. Again he wondered how far the affects of his aura were. There were two other girls working in the shop as well as Tonks. Where they out there wondering why they suddenly had orgasmed? Harry was sure Narcissa, who had left with a knowingly look earlier, had stationed herself close enough to get another orgasmic burst herself.
He helped Lilith to her feet and couldn't help kissing her. The witch continued to blush prettily. "Lilith, I want to return the favor for what you just did but I'm thinking this isn't the best place. After I get my cloak I was going to head off to a property I now own. It has some nice restaurants nearby so if you are interested I'd like to take you to dinner. Then we could head back to my house and I can try to do as good as job on you just did for me." Harry said.
Lilith's face lit up like a batch of the Twins fireworks. "I'd love to Harry! I haven't been to a nice restaurant since last summer." She looked shyly down at her scuffed shoes, "Harry…I would love to go to bed with you but…I'm a virgin just so you know so I probably won't be much fun compared to what you are used too."
Harry reached out and lifted her chin and gave her a smile, "Lilith as much as this might surprise you until yesterday I was a virgin myself. No worries! This isn't a contest and if there is anything I learned while teaching the D.A. last year is no matter what skill level a person has, good intentions go along way. I'm sure you'll be brilliant. I, for one, would like to see what you have under those robes! You've certainly filled out since the last time I saw you!"
Lilith couldn't help but to blush again and give a goofy smile. How is it that Harry could blatantly be looking down her cleavage and obviously thinking dirty thoughts and yet be so different from that bastard George Weasley? The look in the raven-haired wizard's eye made her want to tear off her clothes and let him have his way with her right here, her job and poverty be damned!
Yet Lilith had been sorted into Hufflepuff for a reason so she controlled herself and squared her shoulders. "Well Lord Po...err…I mean Black, let's get these measurements and get your new cloak ready, shall we?" she said with a sly smile. Lilith was thankful that she had finished taking those measurements before the bulge in Harry's pants had been too enticing to pass up. Of course Harry hadn't blinked when she had said she needed to measure his penis considering he wasn't there to buy trousers! After his trousers had hit the floor all pretense had gone out the window that was for sure!
"Certainly Ms. Moon! I know the store will be closing soon and I wouldn't want to impose on you!" Harry said with a smirk of his own.
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Narcissa gave a sigh as her body tingled with the after-effects of another orgasm the likes of which she had never dreamed was possible. The pleasure seemed to just encompass her and fill her up, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. It was indescribably wonderful! She felt her body relaxing as she came down from her high and she sagged against the wall of the dressing cubicle she was in. Her own juices were sticky on her fingers and her bosom still heaved with from panting.
She had stationed herself there because it was right up against the wall of the room where Harry had been getting measured by the pretty witch who turned out to be a classmate of Harry's. When it became apparent to her that Harry wasn't going to be able to resist having some sort of sex with the girl, she left so as to not cramp his style but she was pleased she was able to be near enough to reap the benefit of the young witch's actions. Thank Merlin the dressing rooms weren't across the room!
Narcissa smiled at the low and very satisfied moan which came from the dressing room next to hers. For all her professionalism Tonks had forgotten to use a silencing charm like she had. Luckily for her she hadn't screamed out as Narcissa couldn't help but do. Maybe occasionally diddling oneself quietly was a way to combat boredom on a stakeout. Whatever the reason, Narcissa knew that Tonks had finally figured out about Harry's aura and had positioned herself when the young auror had felt it beginning to intensify.
Listening to the sounds of Tonks' fingers as they had gone in and out of her wet cunt had been quite the arousing add-on to the pleasure being transmitted through Harry's aura. While the thought of sex with her niece wasn't appealing (now matter how sexy the young woman was) the sound made Narcissa think back to happy memories of when Selene Ollivander had finger-fucked her into bliss as she helped Narcissa learn how to pleasure herself.
Remembering the look in that lovely blonde's eye as she had smiled as Narcissa had helplessly cum under her expert fingers never failed to excite her. Oh how she along with many other girls had cried when they learned that Selene was transferring to Beauxbatons for her sixth and seventh years! So as not to taint the memory with over-use, once or twice a year Narcissa would view some of those memories in the pensieve at Malfoy Manor. She'd be able to relieve those wonderful nights back at Hogwarts when she had been happy.
While the age difference between her and Harry didn't bother her, she wondered at how much she was looking forward to meeting Selene's daughter who had barely turned seventeen! She knew she was probably dooming herself to disappointment by projecting her memories of the mother onto the daughter but Harry had said Luna was a true daughter to Selene. Narcissa couldn't help but hope that Luna would have the same passions that her mother had which had driven Narcissa wild when she was back at Hogwarts. Even if the young girl was a half or even a quarter of the lover her mother had been Narcissa would be ecstatic.
Through the thin walls she could hear Nymphadora hadn't been satisfied with the 'power orgasm' but had continued to masturbate. Narcissa quickly cast a silencing charm shaped so that she could hear what was going on but the rest of the shop would not. She smiled as she could hear her niece moaning, "Yeah…oh yeah…right there…yeah! Ohhh yes right there! I love it when you do that! Oh you're so good to me!" Even though Narcissa was quite satiated and satisfied, she couldn't help but feel an erotic twinge growing due to knowing Tonks was obviously thinking of Harry doing her. She was actually surprised that her niece had been able to keep from hustling Harry off into an alley and shagging him while they had been out shopping after lunch. Narcissa herself certainly hadn't been able to keep from practically dragging him on top of her back at the Black vault.
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Not realizing she was giving her aunt an impromptu sex show, Tonks kept fingering her clit with one hand as she finger-fucked herself steadily with the other. She needed the release. Following Harry around all afternoon shopping had been sheer torture for her. Watching him try on clothes, imagining him taking the on and off, thinking of his body taut with muscles toned from Quidditch. Thinking about his marvelous arse! Oh Tonks had so wanted to grab that arse and pull Harry into her! At the last shop she had to leave the store or else she'd have lost it and shagged him right there in the shop. Bad enough that her aunt kept giving her knowing glances.
It amazed her and sort of grossed her out at first but now Tonks couldn't help but think of Harry and Narcissa together and the image turned her on. She knew they had been fucking back in Gringotts. It explained what had happened to her. If Harry's aura made her horny, him having an orgasm would surely make her cum, right?
She cursed herself for not going down to the vaults with Harry. Thinking back now about how Narcissa and her clothes looked when they had returned should have clued her in right then that the pair had shagged again! She was just six years older than Harry yet her aunt had just swept in and tasted Harry twice in one day! It wasn't fair!
Worse Tonks had lost out again to some sort of sex to an ickle Firstie! Sure Lilith was Harry's age but Tonks remembered her from her own Seventh Year in Hufflepuff House. While most upper classmen except the prefects ignored the younger kids, Tonks was personable so a lot of the younger students found it easy to talk to her and ask her questions. It grated on Tonks that a fellow 'Puff was enjoying what should be hers! She was a Black right? Shouldn't her new lord be looking out for her needs? That made her think of her and Harry acting out some Lord and Scullery Maid fantasy which drove Tonks over the edge again, crying out Harry's name as she came.
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In the next booth over, Narcissa wasn't far behind her. Between the happy feeling Harry was projecting and listening to the erotic sounds her niece had been making had Narcissa having another go at herself. She couldn't keep her hands from wandering and so in short order she came hard and fast imagining what Tonks was thinking Harry was doing to her. Narcissa tried to catch her breath as she marveled at the day.
She had barely had any sort of sexual contact after marrying Lucius. If Narcissa hadn't had trouble getting pregnant at first she probably would have ended up being able to count on one hand the amount of times Lucius would have had sex with her. Now, in one day, she had had sex twice and better solitary sex than she had ever been able to do on her own back at Malfoy Manor. She shivered at the thought of what the coming days would be filled with!
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HOLLAND PARK, LONDON, SEPTEMBER 29th 1996 – EVENING
Lilith was practically skipping alongside Harry and Tonks. Her day had started out like any other of late and was ending like something out of her dreams. Maybe dreams could come true after all! So far everything that had happened since Harry Potter of all people had walked into the shop seem to bear that out.
It had been a fun outing. After finishing up and paying for his cloak, Harry had waited around until Lilith had gotten off work. She had never cleaned so fast. Even the queer looks Helene and Morgan gave her didn't faze here. Of course the two girls were still chatting about the weird feelings they had been having earlier. Lilith had found it hard not to laugh at this.
After she was finished the group had apparated to a residential section in Camden Town under disillusionment charm. Lilith could tell that Harry didn't like side-along apparition anymore than she did. Auror Tonks had complimented her over that fact she hadn't puked like the older Hufflepuff had done her first time.
Harry had met with some goblins that did a ritual Lilith didn't know. She had gasped when suddenly the house she had been looking at just sort of faded. Seconds later she had completely forgotten it had been there in the first place till Harry had leaned in and whispered an address to her. She gloried in the kiss he had left on her cheek after he had done so.
They had gone in and Lilith had been frankly shocked by the place. It seemed like something you'd expect in a Horror House at a fun-fair. Harry had looked sheepish and explained the previous owners hadn't been all that nice. The older statuesque woman had laughed at this. Lilith had had a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that not only was Harry Lord Black (and preferred that title over Lord Potter) but the lady with him was Draco Malfoy's mum of all people! Sure she was just Narcissa Black again due to some sort of magical divorce but she was still Draco's mum!
Lilith had been glad to leave the gloomy house. One of the oddest house elves she'd ever seen had assured Harry that the house would be clean soon and the master bedroom was already spotless and ready as were the guest rooms. The elf had also said something about a 'creature' being taken care of. Harry had thanked the weird elf and he had led her and Tonks back out into Muggle London. Draco's mum had begged off and Lilith was glad. She was Draco Malfoy's mum! It was hard to take in.
Harry had led them to a nice Italian restaurant called Salvitino's where they had the best dinner Lilith had had in ages! Of course she really hadn't had a decent meal since she had left Hogwarts at the end of last year's term. Thinking of this really depressed her. So had telling her story of what had happen to her. Harry had been very interested and had also teased out what had happened to her friend Sally-Anne. Lilith's heart had skipped a beat when she had overheard Harry murmur to himself how the Twins would pay.
It was sad that they had to sort of rush through dinner but Auror Tonks had been a bit ill-at-ease and had worried about security. She had reminded Harry that since his godfather's death, Grimmauld Place had become visible so that the Death Eaters would remember it and probably stake it out. Lilith listened with wide eyes as she found out that mass-murder Sirius Black had been Harry's godfather, had been innocent and had died in a battle with Death Eaters.
That and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was indeed alive again. Harry, she was relieved to see, seem to accept Tonks' concerns but didn't seem overtly worried. In fact Lilith was struck by the confidence and power he exuded. It washed over her and energized her. It also made her want him even more.
She thought about this as they made their way back to Grimmauld Place. As scary as the place was it had that gothic feel that just screamed that the master bedroom would be regal and there would be a huge four-poster bed there. Could it be true that not only did her prince charming show up by she'd give herself to a man for the first time in such a fantasy setting? She was practically giddy with anticipation! It seemed infectious with Harry laughing and obviously enjoying himself. Even Auror Tonks couldn't help but pick up the mood.
So it was as they rounded the corner and turned up the street where Harry's house was that she sort of skipped ahead. She gave a twirl and a laugh. Harry too laughed at her antics. As she looked at him with his adorable lop-sided grin, she was warmed by the thought that soon he'd be inside her, claiming her, making her a woman, a noise caught her attention.
At first she thought it was just a cat leaping off a trash bin. Yet as she towards the direction of the sound she saw a dark shape emerge out of the shadows. The shape moved quickly moved and into the light cast by the streetlights came an arm holding a wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
In an instant Lilith had two thoughts. The first was the realization that the death curse was almost the exact color of Harry's eyes. The second was the absurdity that this comparison was going to be her last thought before she died.
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Chapter Eight Preview: ZOMG! Did I just introduce a character to only kill her off? Find out…in a chapter coming up as we check in with opposing kings in chessboard that is Magical Britain.
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A/N: This chapter might seem a bit confusing due to the shifts in time but the scene breaks with the time are there for a reason.
Writer as a bastard: I've often said that I dislike writers who can never give their characters a break. I mean you have to be a sadist at heart to keep slamming poor old Peter Parker. I mean every time anything good happens to Spider-Man it always seems something bad (twice that of what was good) soon followed. I kept feeling worse and worse as I wrote the beginning of this chapter as I plotted out the sad, unhappy life of Lilith Moon. Worse, as I reread it, I kept finding new ways to make the story sadder and more depressing. By the end of the chapter I had gotten rather depressed because I felt like a prick for dumping on this poor girl. What did she ever do to me?
Pub Name: I did a Google search for "odd pub names" and I'm pretty sure it was one of the top three picks.
Synchronicity: It's nice when things work out. Hogwarts was supposedly founded 1,000 ago and the Battle of Hastings was in 1066 so Godric of Griffin's Moor could easily have been Harold Godricson's great-uncle.
Samuel Smith: I was enjoying one of their oatmeal stouts while finalizing this chapter. Ahhh, beer!
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes: Change from my original story. WWW will retain its original name given how I've used this to be a product of theirs in chapters to come.
