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Chapter Nine: "Revenge."
Lily had to admit, she did not think that anyone still sent these. Although she recalled that this particular woman still sent them to her children. Public ridicule was apparently a good form of parenting, who knew. She saw the red envelope in her hand and she was not worried, she was not scared, in fact, she was smiling.
Carefully, Lily tossed the envelope into the air and placed it into a bubble. The envelope exploded and Molly Weasley's ranting was done to dead air. Lily could almost hear it despite the sound proof bubble that she put it in. Something about her not being a proper mother and all that bullshit.
Given how one of her sons turned out to be a kiss ass that ran to the Ministry and acquired the taste Fudge at the earliest opportunity and one of them turned to be a human black hole that ate every piece of food within a five hundred mile radius of all sides, that seemed to be mother of the year material. She supposed that the other five turned out decently, although if they did not have issues thanks to Molly, Lily would have been extremely surprised. Actually she figured that they might but the twins and Ginny seemed fairly decent, at least they had experienced the least of it and she figured that the other two must be level headed because they had the sense of when to get the fuck out of the country when they did.
Lily heard snickering over her shoulder and that snickering was accompanied by her son making his return. Lily sat rigid and she looked over her shoulder, seeing Harry slip the Invisibility Cloak back into the bag.
"Well it sounds like you had a very productive morning," Lily stated lightly and Harry offered his mother a smile.
"Because I have," Harry stated to his mother and she raised her eyebrow, obviously expecting some form of an explanation.
"Details, I must have them, honey," Lily said presently, as she threw her arms around her son and he pressed her breasts into his face.
Harry had to admit, that was an enticing thing to get his attention.
Harry pulled back and sat down on the bed next to her. "Well, I bumped into Narcissa Malfoy at the Ministry and I left her wet and frustrated….although to be fair, I think she has plenty of experience with being frustrated with Lucius."
"I'm surprised Lucius kept it up long enough to conceive an heir, but potions can do wonderful things," Lily said but then she added. "Also disappointed."
"The apple does not far from the tree," Harry commented, although that shed an entirely new and disturbing light on Draco's obsession with him throughout Hogwarts. Although Harry did knew that and there were a small group of witches at Hogwarts who thought that they should get together.
There were people who were completely and utterly fucked up in the end, because anyone who thought that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter was an actually good couple, they needed to get their heads examined.
Plus, if Harry was gay, he thought he could do a hell of a lot better than Draco. Not that he spent that much time thinking about that particular situation but never mind.
"So, Molly the Mouth sent you a howler," Harry said and Lily's lips curled into a smile.
"That was her nickname at Hogwarts or so I heard," Lily replied to him and she chuckled as the thought came into her mind. "She earned that reputation…."
"I don't want to think about it," Harry said, waving off her words. Mrs. Weasley may have been attractive about four or so children ago but now she looked like the poster child for why magical users should only have three children at maximum.
Lily looked thoughtful before she said the statement that she had on the tip of her tongue. "It's time for Molly Weasley to learn a lesson in humility."
Harry looked at his mother and he saw the slightly evil glint in his eyes. He had been glad that he had not been Molly many times in his life but now he was especially glad that he was not her right about now.
"I'm not one of her children that she could cow into submission by screaming her lungs out," Lily said with a bright grin on her face. She tapped her fingers on her wand, even though she did not need it. She just had it for show. She would not fall into the same trap that most witches and wizards fell into, being dependent on a frail piece of wood. She twirled it between her fingers carefully. "She needs to be taught respect in the worst way."
It amused Lily slightly that despite Molly had seven children, there were some ways that she did not grow up. And Arthur being so submissive did not really work out for the best for her. It was time for Molly to go to school and learn a valuable lesson.
"What are you thinking about, Mum?" Harry asked her.
Lily smiled. "Now it'd spoil the surprise."
She never liked how Ron had betrayed Harry last year and Harry only grudgingly accepted his feeble apology last year because that was the role that was expected from him. It was time to teach Ron that same lesson and there might be a few people.
The latest Daily Prophet dropped down in front of them and Harry snatched it, a smile crossing his face.
"Rumors are that Dumbledore is retiring from public life," Harry read and he flipped through the paper. "Fudge is claiming that it's because of disgrace, but while he's half right, it's not because of disgrace because of anything Fudge did."
"Fudge would be the type to take all of the credit and none of the work," Lily said. "And your number six…."
"She'll be auditioning fairly shortly," Harry confirmed with an eager smile. "The ritual can only work properly if I've had one on one sex with the occupants before we do the ritual."
"So, you did read up, very good," Lily said approvingly.
Harry was also reading up and practicing spells that would allow him to have sex with multiple partners simultaneously. He thought that would be something that would be extremely useful to know, very useful indeed. He had a few witches that he would collect, although some of them would not until they became of age.
He knew all about his unique magic that would burn out under age witches and leave them unable to perform magic for a short amount of time. Constant couplings would make the damage even more permanent. Although to be honest, the younger witches were someone who Harry thought lacked the maturity and understood what their duty was.
Narcissa was always on his list and the third Black sister was someone who intrigued Harry, although that was that small manner of getting her out of Azkaban. He was researching a way to strengthen his Patronus charms although given the ritual, his magic would be boosted to an entirely new level.
Harry smiled, there was plotting in his mind. He had a meeting with a young Veela and also he had a few things left to do in this world before he gave it the middle finger and left. After he got a taste of how the government worked, he did not see himself staying in Britain after his unfinished business with Voldemort concluded. There was so much of the world to see and a world that was beyond the limited wand based magic that these idiots thought was the be all and end all.
Plus the fact that most of these people lacked basic common sense made Harry realize that his IQ might drop each passing year. Anyone who had sense, well might be witches that he would sleep with but other than that, there wasn't many people who had potential.
The only reason he would deal with Voldemort is because his idiotic behavior would affect those who did have potential.
Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was a location that was grim, as the name indicated. It was not a location that many people thought when they thought that something interesting was going to happen. In fact, with Molly Weasley going through the location with fury and trying to turn the house upside down, many were annoyed. The Order had been banished there, although they had three more days to wait to see if Dumbledore could convince Harry to see the light and allow them to stay.
The biggest issue was that Harry Potter did not budge easily. He had a stubborn streak that was a mile long and that meant trouble for Dumbledore. Big trouble with a capital "T" and the Order wondered what kind of rabbit the old man would pull out of his hat this time.
"I can see Harry's point even though the adults are too blind to see it," Ginny stated in a lowered voice to Fred and George, not wanting to incur the wrath of Mummy dearest. Not that she was afraid, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with her mother's shit.
"Yeah, if he owns the house, then Dumbledore should have checked that out," George said and his twin nodded feverishly.
"Actually, shouldn't have Sirius known it?"
"Actually, the Black records are such a convoluted mess, I couldn't begin to figure it out, I naturally assumed that I did," Sirius stated as he turned up from behind a corner. "Despite being cast out of the family, Andi knew a lot more about all of those skeletons and how they were buried. And I'm guessing she knew that I was innocent."
Sirius wondered why Andromeda did not say anything or offer him help in getting him a trial. Then again, Sirius figured that it was that one point where he never asked. The problem with pureblood politics was that if one asked for such help, there was going to be a powerful magical debt that would be invoked so Sirius tried to avoid that whilst he could.
There was a snort from inside the kitchen.
"Your brother's eating again?" Sirius inquired Ginny lightly.
"Depends, is he still breathing?" Ginny asked as she tried to look through the crack of the doorway.
There was another snort on the other end of the door and Ginny placed a hand on the side of her hip. She could have sworn that something was off, even more so than usual. She wondered if she could get involved, her hand was nearly at the door ,preparing to open it up.
"Are you hearing weird noises in there too?" Remus asked, his sharpened hearing perked up.
"Yes, there was…..I don't know," Sirius stated with a shrug.
"What are you two doing, we're supposed to be having an order meeting?" Snape demanded as he turned up.
"Severus, I assumed that you would be….recovering from your mental illness," Remus commented in a light voice.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Snape replied acidly, for the past couple of days, he had been taking potions which to block certain parts of his memories. He preferred not to relieve them and it was good that his prodigal talents were able to block out the memories where he could not even think about them.
The only time where they burned into his consciousness was when he was asleep but Snape had decided to forgo sleep. The ramifications of that would be worth not seeing those unholy images of Harry Potter ravishing Lily. She had been seduced by him, and Snape saw the image of them doing it in a variety of different locations and position.
"Well, I don't know why you're so buggered by this situation, you can just open the door," Sirius stated.
He noticed that Snape's eye twitched at the word buggered.
"Harry won't be happy that you're here either," Ginny commented.
"Miss Weasley, mind your tongue and for your information, Potter does not have dictatorial control over me or anyone else, no matter what fantasy he has built up in his egotistical little mind," Snape replied as he took a step forward and was about ready to open the door. There was a clicking sound.
The door opened and a pig in a tuxedo jumped out with a squeal and knocked Snape over. A pig in a wedding dress followed the pig in the tuxedo down the hallway. Snape was down on the ground and no one was about to go out of their way to help him up.
"What was that?" Snape demanded as Dumbledore turned up.
"Did I just see two pigs running down the hallways?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, you did," Sirius commented as he looked over his shoulder and watched them. There was a sense that he was putting two and two together as only Sirius Black could.
Snape turned around to glare at the man in question as he chuckled.
"What did you do Black?"
"First of all, there's this Muggle invention known as tooth paste, I would recommend you look into it, along with shampoo," Sirius stated to Snape as he fanned his face, as if miming that Snape had bad breath, along with his bad attitude and bad everything else. The fact that there were a small portion of demented fan girls that saw Snape as attractive really gave Sirius the willies but nearly that was not here or there. "And second of all…..why do you assume that I did anything?"
"Because it's always you, Black," Snape grunted as he gave him a nasty glare.
"Yes, it's always me, it's always me, but this time it isn't me," Sirius commented as he smiled. "Believe me, if I did this, I would take full credit for it."
"I believe that Molly and Ronald have been transfigured into pigs," Dumbledore said in a calm voice, even though he was trying to figure out how to get his hands on the pigs. They were faster than he could have thought.
Sirius let out a loud and barking laughter and Ginny and the twins looked amused.
"This isn't funny," Dumbledore lectured them, disappointed that they would see such amusement out of the unfortunate plight of another.
"No, Professor, you're right, it's not funny," Ginny commented and Dumbledore was pleased to see that young Ginerva saw the error in her ways. "It's fucking hilarious."
Dumbledore wondered why the youth of today had such callous disrespect but that was not the time to have this discussion.
"Now, remember, Headmaster, when you go down the hall calling for them, you have to yell…SOOEY, SOOEY!" Sirius advised Dumbledore, trying his best to be helpful.
He wanted to see Dumbledore do a pig call that would make him so happy, he didn't care if he died by some convoluted mean like falling behind a curtain. He would die happily knowing that he got to see Albus Dumbledore do a pig call.
Sadly, Sirius did not get that pleasure which made him disappointed.
"So, does Ron eat a lot of bacon?" Sirius asked casually.
"Ron eats anything that's edible," Ginny said although she was amused by what might happen if he had eaten bacon again. Actually it was an extremely hilarious thought that she could not shove out of the back of her mind.
Meanwhile Albus Dumbledore was chasing two pigs down the hall and the to add to the horror, the female pig looked to be jumping the male pig.
"Potter, it's all, Potter's fault," Snape said, figuring that this was the most logical answer.
Sirius looked over his shoulder. "Is that….is that the default response that you have hard wired into your brain, blame Harry for everything?"
Snape ignored Sirius, it was Potter's fault, it was always Potter's fault. Everything that ever happened in his life, it was all Potter's fault. The images came back to him and Snape's torment continued.
Sirius now was wondering what Snape saw in Harry's mind because it was really bugging the piss out of him.
Harry figured that there would need to be some business that he would need to get taken care of. His NEWTs were the first thing on his checklist and then it was to take some assets out of his Gringotts vault.
It was a good thing that he didn't have so much gold that if he pulled it all from his vault it would collapse the British magical economy. It was a good thing that his net total that did not have more zeroes than the entire Ministry of Magic combined, as the Quibbler stated.
Harry shook his head, he did not even begin to figure out where people got half of the crap that they spewed out of their mouths. All he knew was that there were going to be people who were going to come up with the most outlandish of outlandish rumors, no matter how far they passed from reality.
Never the less, he was outside of Gringotts, Lily was with him and Nym was there, incognito, which given her powers was extremely easy to pull off.
"So, you're leaving," Nym told him.
"Not until I tie up some loose ends," Harry corrected her. He thought about this even before he found out that his mother returned from the grave.
"The Ministry is being turned inside out," Nym informed him lightly and Harry offered her one smile.
"Good, if anyone deserves to sweat, its those people," Harry stated, he was not going to lie, he was not the biggest fan in the world of the Ministry of Magic, in fact he might have been among their biggest haters. They made the bed that they had to sleep in, now it was time to climb inside and get smothered underneath the covers.
"POTTER!"
Harry recognized that voice, that snide tone, he could almost hear the grease dripping off of the tone. The vile and sickly nature of his voice. He heard it far too many times for his liking.
"You know, Severus, stalking is an offensive punishable by Ministry Law and especially against a pureblood lord, you could really get into a lot of trouble," Harry stated to Snape and he slowly turned around to face the man. "You know, you could brew fame, bottle glory, and stopper death all you want, but it's not keeping you out of trouble with me."
"It's Professor Snape, you ignorant little…."
"Your ignorance is something that I find almost charming," Harry interrupted but there was a bit of a warning to his tone. "Trying me on this day or any other day….really Snape, are you that ignorant or are you just doing a good job of it for show?"
Harry smiled a sweet little smile as Snape was at a loss for words. Silent was how Harry liked Snape the best, and out of his face because he could solve all of the world's energy crisis's by mining his head.
"You saw my NEWTS, after Hermione got out of her catatonic state I'm sure, tell me, how does it feel be outclassed by an ignorant little boy at both Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Harry asked him. "The only thing that you had going for you in your miserable existence is that you know about the subtle stirrings of Potions and more hexes than anyone else but guess I took that away from you."
"Potter, you must have bribed…."
"I don't need any help, unlike you, who the only reason why you're not rotting in a hole in Azkaban is because Dumbledore would miss his snuggle buddy on those cold nights," Harry told him with a knowing grin. "Let's face it, I know what you've done to get that little blemish on your forearm and it wasn't hugging cute little bunnies and kittens. I'm no longer your student, so your power over me as gravely diminished. Not that you ever had much leverage over me, and I'm sorry Dumbledore gave you that impression."
Snape was about to take his wand out but he found it twirling in Harry's hand once again.
"You really should be a bit more careful Snape, if you keep losing your wand, you might find that you'll lose a lot more," Harry stated to Snape and the two of them locked eyes on each other.
"I'll make you pay for this, Potter," Snape said in his most nasty tone of voice and the two of them locked eyes with each other.
"You know, last time we went face to face, it didn't really end so well for you, did it?" Harry asked Snape and there was a second where Snape's burning gaze of hatred moved on him.
"Look at my son like that once again, and you'll pay," Lily told him, in a tone that any sane person would know to run in the other direction towards, immediately.
"You….you should have been…."
"No, I wouldn't touch you with a thirty nine and a half foot pole!" Lily snapped fiercely. "And given all of what you've been up to, I'm really upset that I thought that you might be a decent person."
"I tried to tell the Dark Lord…."
"Let's be obviously, the Dark Lord didn't force you to be a nasty bastard," Lily told Snape and there was a sense that both of them were about to go face to face.
"My wand, Potter."
"No," Harry told him. "I don't think that I have any reason to give your wand back because…."
Snape lunged for Harry, and it was a split second later after he acted that he realized that this was likely a really stupid fucking idea. He tried to go for Harry but Harry dodged the attack with one fluid motion.
There was a loud crack that was Snape's skull and he ended up on the ground.
The memories that he pulled out of Harry's mind, they were playing in his mind over and over again. In fact, that was the only memory that Snape could even focus on. No matter what he tried to do, he could not focus on anything else.
"MAKE IT STOP!" Snape yelled as he got a front row view of Harry's sexual prowess. Over and over again, as he felt the memories assault his brain over and over again.
Potter had mastered the ability to shield his mind from mental intrusion and he had done it in the most horrifying way. He had pretty much locked away all of Snape's memories and forced him to relieve this horrifying memory, for the rest of his life.
Snape heard the shrieks of pleasure that Lily had and he could not even lift his hands to render himself unconscious. His blood curdling shrieks echoed and Nym, Lily, and Harry already slipped into the bank.
"NO, NO, MAKE IT STOP, POTTER, TWELVE INCHES, MAKE IT STOP!" Snape screamed as he found himself unable to claw his eyeballs out because he forgotten how to lift his arms.
There were many shell shocked people in Diagon Alley. They had not seen the confrontation, only the after maththanks to the charm work. Therefore, from their vantage point, Snape was on the ground screaming like a madman on his own accord. Blood trickled down his noise as he tried to lift his head up but he collapsed down onto the ground. His eye twitched and he tried to push himself out of these thoughts but they were tormenting it.
"POTTER….TWELVE INCHES…..LONG….STOP! IT BURNS….KILL ME….STOP!"
Snape's eyes were blood shot and about ready to bulge out. Drool and blood spilled from his mouth.
"Okay, just calm down…."
Snape tried to get to his feet but he lost his balance and fell into the mud. He was lying in a pool of mud and his own blood. He felt his limbs go completely numb as the memory played over in his mind over and over again until his mind completely and utterly snapped.
Harry was waiting patiently for a very important date. Fleur had promised her that she would pass the word and Harry knew that Fleur would not let him down with neglecting to inform her sister of the location and the meeting place. He would be disappointed that dear little Gabi would have missed her appointment, given that she had a life debt
"Well, I've got some news back from Headquarters, well former Headquarters," Nym said as she turned back up. "I'm pretty sure that Sirius was serious when he said that."
"It's very rare for Sirius to be serious," Harry commented but Andi turned up and shook her head.
"Harry, he drove that joke into the ground by the time he was in fifth year," Andi told Harry.
"Oh, fifth year of school?" Harry asked her.
"No, fifth year of his life," Andi corrected him with missing a beat.
"Fair enough," Harry commented and his attention turned fully to Nym. "So, what's the news?"
"Well Ronald Weasley got turned into something that was more fitting of his charming personality," Nym told him.
"A walking garbage disposal?" Harry asked her.
"No, a pig," Nym told him with an ear to ear grin.
Harry slumped his shoulders. "Second guess really."
"And Molly got zapped as well and apparently….it was mating season," Nym told him.
"Lily, that's so sick and wrong," Andi breathed as she shook her head.
"How do you know….."
"Trust me, when your mother gets pissed off at someone, she doesn't do things half assed," Andromeda told Harry. "Sirius and Remus could tell you stories of what she does out of petty vengeance."
"Nothing petty about my vengeance, Andi, dear, I just want to ensure that Molly learned her place," Lily corrected. "And I wanted to thank Ron for his loyalty to my son as well."
Lily thought about turning Hermione into a rat terrier and dumping her in the middle of Marge's bulldog farm but her only crime was that she was OCD and had too much of an unhealthy obsession towards authority figures. So Lily was going to let Hermione go and hope that she would grow out of it.
Perhaps she should have a talk with young Ginerva about ways to train Hermione to keep her in line. Because she would not last five minutes outside of the walls of Hogwarts with the current attitude that she had. That much was something that Lily said and the fact that Hermione had the gall to tell Harry that SPEW might be something that his mother was into made her want to shake some sense into the girl.
Although from what she learned from Harry's house elf stalker Dobby, the house elves were afraid of Hermione and thought that she was bonkers, referring to the girl as only "her" or "she". At least that's what she found out and Hermione had problems about learning about others and understanding their culture. She thought she understood everything but in reality, she knew very little. She was nothing but a photographic memory, never having invented a charm or improved on a potion in her life.
Harry heard a knock on the door and he knew that his guest was here. The young wizard walked forward and he twisted the door knob open.
Little Gabrielle had shown up, only she was not so little any more.
She looked like a super model, her blonde hair was down to her back, silvery and shining in the sunlight. She was wearing a tight white top that wrapped around her D-cup breasts and it went down towards her toned and flat stomach. It looked smooth without an ounce of fat on it. She had tight jean shorts that wrapped around her hips and showcased her dazzling long legs. There was a sense where Harry saw her with a smile. She wore a pair of sandals that covered her amazing feet.
"Hello, Harry, good to finally see you again," Gabrielle said breathily as she threw herself into his arms without much preamble. "I didn't get a chance to thank you properly after you saved me from the lake."
"No problem Gabi…."
"I don't know what the Triwizard judges were thinking with that task but you must have been so brave to go down there, Merpeople can get very violent if their territory is stepped on," Gabi told him as she ran her hands over his body but she stopped at the topmost button on his shirt, playing with it.
"I don't really know what those people are thinking half of the time."
"I feel…obligated to do many things with you, but even without the debt, I would not have needed much prodding," Gabrielle said with a wicked grin.
She was so glad that she shed her eight year old form and it was just in time because she wanted Harry so much that it hurt. Her nipples stiffened and her pussy dampened with arousal, pushing him against the walls. Her legs spread, ready for mating.
"Fleur told me about the ritual," Gabi commented with a purr as she slowly licked her lips. "I'd be happy to help."
Harry reached over and cupped her firm young ass through her shorts.
"I'd be happy to accept help," Harry breathed as he ran his hands down her legs. The blonde's sigh became prominent through her body as he kept running his hands all over her.
Gabrielle felt his talented hands roam her body.
"So strong," Gabrielle breathed heavily as she felt something tingle between her thighs and there was a need for it to be fulfilled straight away. She felt the hunger stir up inside her and she knew how close she was towards him, how close she was.
"So, I can tell what you want," Harry breathed in her ear.
"Yes, I know you would," Gabrielle stated with a smile crossing her face as she closed the gap between the two of them.
"So, are you ready?" Harry asked her and Gabrielle offered him a warm smile.
"Born ready for you, I feel like I've been waiting for this for my entire life," Gabrielle stated and she leaned towards Harry.
The two of them locked their arms around each other and kissed each other madly. Gabrielle wrapped her young legs around Harry and he marched her up towards the nearest bedroom.
The young blonde threw her down onto the bed and ran his hands over her breasts which beckoned for her, along with her center.
I know who stole the lemons. It would have to be...RED HERRING!
Harry was not going to lie, he was very satisfied with what happened. He saw Fleur, Gabrielle, and Appoline lying on the bed, all with smiles on their faces as he looked down at them.
"So, this would be number six," Lily whispered as he looked at her son, three Veelas having been left in his wake, completely wrecked. Most people could not even hang tough with one of them but Harry was able to deal with three of them.
Lily was not going to lie, she had a lot of pride in her son for that fact.
"Yes, that would be number six," Harry offered with a smile as he pulled his mother onto his lap.
"Ritual should start tomorrow, if you're ready," Harry breathed and Lily looked into his eyes.
"Yes, tomorrow," Lily agreed to him and the two of them prepared for what they were going to do next.
Both could agree that the ritual would be amazing and it would remove the last barrier that tied Harry to Voldemort. Then the end would come for the Dark Lord. There was nowhere on Earth that he could hide.
To Be Continued.
