The Rise of Overlord Vulcan!

by The Dark Dragen

DEAD, BUT BEING WRITTEN IN THE REWRITE...

12. Chapter 12 - Second Year: Part 4!

Authors Note:We would have ended second year last chapter, but we still had a few loose ends to tie up, so don't expect this chapter to be very long.

Some people didn't like that I enslaved Ginny. I can accept that, Ginny's not exactly the most popular character. The point is Harry did it, not only to make her his slave, but to stop her from telling people about him in a way that ultimately benefits him the most. Another slave that follows his orders is better than wasting that potential slave by shipping her off the Azkaban. Why waste a resource?

And someone said that I put in too much sex too fast, far too soon. I disagree, sure there have been five limes/lemons, but there has been a plot around it before and after them. The same person said that Harry actually had to actually plot how to get each girl in the original: the thing is Harry had only two girls so far, how is that now plotting each one? And is it inconceivable that one or a few of them would try and seduce him?

And some people also think that the story is rushed, and the original was much, much better. To me though, as I now think about it, I think that my original was rushed. It had no development in plot or the characters, as it didn't really explain how things got to the point of Harry's fourth year. In this version, I've developed the characters and the plot. Yes I've altered things and brought new characters, but to me with the new plot made this version better.

'Thoughts'

§ 'Parseltongue!' §

Warning:Underage Lemon, Male Dom, Female Sub, threesome.

Chapter 12

After returning to the Outcast Tower he told Myrtle to go to one of the Professors to complain about a girl lying outside her old bathroom. When asked why, he explained what happened, without going into too much detail, and that he didn't want Ginny to be left alone out there for too long. Like it or not, Harry took care of his own, and that's exactly what Ginny was now. So Myrtle went to the Professors while Harry went to bed; he needed a full night's sleep for the scolding he was going to get from his friends for going down into the Chamber before everything was ready.

When Harry went to sleep he found himself in his Mindscape, and it didn't take long to figure out his sister wanted to talk to him. No sooner than Harry had sat comfortably on his throne did Lucy appear, making a theatrical entrance as he knew she enjoyed doing; appearing in a spray of lava, completely naked, before giving him a kiss in welcome.

As they pulled apart, Lucy knelt next to her brother. Harry began stroking her hair dutifully, before he asked, "So, is this visit for pleasure or do you want to talk to me about something?"

"Can't it be for both, brother?" Lucy said lustfully, pouting as he simply cocked an eyebrow at her. "I just wanted to talk to you about Dumbledore, and if you think he knew what was behind the attacks beforehand." She explained.

"You'll have to jog my memory, Dumbledore's been strangely cooperative lately, and I've had bigger issues to deal with." He replied.

"You'll have to jog my memory, Dumbledore's been strangely cooperative lately, and I've had bigger issues to deal with." He replied.

Lucy nodded, accepting his point. "The attacks happened before, and unlike recently, Myrtle was actually killed." Lucy began to explain, "It may not be the only thing that kills without a trace, but I'm sure the staff figured out what Slytherin's monster was the first time around. So I'm just saying doesn't it seem odd Dumbledore didn't do anything? Use more defensive methods geared towards Basilisks in specific, and not completely useless tactics that wouldn't do anything to stop nearly any kind of creature? The only evidence I really have to support this would be back when Colin was attacked; Dumbledore seemed to know what was behind the attack but not how."

Harry hummed, mulling over the information. She was right, thinking back, and Dumbledore seemed to know what was behind the attack. He could remember his words well: 'The question is not who, the question is how?' So the old man knew about it, and yet he didn't warn anyone about it, or do anything to stop it. This made Harry hate the man even more.

As he thought about it more, he heard Lucy say, "So Harry, summer is near, what are you planning?"

"Not sure yet…" Harry admitted, then suddenly smirked and added, "most likely going back to the nude beach we went to last summer."

"Hopefully that little blond girl is there. Give her a taste of her own medicine. As for what else you could do… well you could start killing people." Lucy said with a nasty smile, but frowned when she saw her brother look mildly conflicted with the idea. She almost cursed the Lovegood girl; before Luna came along she knew her brother wouldn't hesitate.

"It's not that I don't want to, I just don't see any kind of reward, or upside of any kind. If there's no benefit, it's just needless risk." Harry explained.

Lucy sighed, accepting his point. As much as she wanted her brother to be more evil and show that side of himself, there was a pretty limited amount of things he could do without giving himself away, or turning into a directionless savage like Voldemort. They were better than that.

"You could always try and fuck Emma." She suggested after a few moments.

Harry nodded, looking pleased with the idea. "I planned to. I'm going to see how much the mirror did. If she lusts after me enough I'll take things a step further, if not I'm sure we can come up with other things to spark her interest."

"In the meantime…" Lucy continued, her form shifting until she looked like the woman in question.

Harry grinned and guided her mouth to where he wanted it. Until he woke up a few hours later Harry and Lucy put Emma's body to the test, or at least as close as Lucy could get. Unlike Lily, the form of Emma wasn't exact, so a lot of it was guess work. Regardless, it only increased the appeal of the older woman, since he would be able to eventually find out the differences first hand.

o0OoO0o

11th of March:

Luna woke him up with a gentle blowjob, which was rewarded by Harry returning the favour for her. After they were both satisfied Harry split off to do his morning run before entering the Great Hall for breakfast. The conversation with Lucy stuck with him, making him wary of the elderly Headmaster. Harry as confused as he noticed the students all file in, even the ones who didn't normally eat breakfast and preferred to sleep in.

"Do you know what's going on? I haven't seen the Great Hall this full at breakfast since we got our timetables." He asked Hermione, who was sitting across from him.

"Oh you wouldn't know," Hermione replied, "while you were having your run, Professor McGonagall informed us all that Professor Dumbledore wanted to talk to us before classes started about something. She didn't say what though."

"I wonder what it could be about?" Harry mused aloud. He suspected it was about Ginny and the Chamber, but he could be mistaken.

"I hope it isn't another attack," Cedric said worriedly, "not when we're so close in dealing with it."

Before Harry could say anything he saw Dumbledore stand up and begin his announcement, "Thank you all for coming this morning, I know that many of you are wondering what is going on; if there was another attack? I'm happy to announce that there isn't another, and that there will be no more attacks from now on. The culprit has been dealt with."

Everyone began to whisper at this bold claim, wondering how someone was able to stop the obvious suspect, and why he was still here if he'd been 'dealt with'. Harry friends, on the other hand, were giving him looks that very clearly said they would all be talking soon. "Now I would like to make clear that the Heir of Slytherin was not Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said firmly, looking sternly at the gathered students, "As to the matter of dealing with the Heir, I must confess I do not know who accomplished the task; the true hero wished to remain anonymous. A note was left where I could find it with proof of the monster's demise."

It was tentative at first, but cheers soon began filling the Hall at the now safe school. Dumbledore let this go on for several minutes before he called for their attention once more. "I'm sorry to inform you that the Curative Draught for the Petrified students will not be ready until May. However, some good news to lighten your day, in light of the attacks being stopped, I'm giving you all the day off to relax and have fun. Due to several students still being Petrified, the end of the year exams have been cancelled this year. This does not count for those in their OWL and NEWT years."

The cheers were just as loud, possibly even louder with this new bit of news - apart from Hermione and a few Ravenclaws anyway, who were upset about the exams being cancelled. Harry ignored it though, too uncomfortable with the looks his friends were giving him to be happy.

The rest of breakfast was surprisingly uneventful, aside from the standard chattering of the students returning from what used to be a very grim and sombre - with a hint of hatred directed Harry's way - event.

o0OoO0o

With the day off they were given, the Outcasts went back to their tower where they immediately cornered Harry,

"Harry, what were you thinking of going after the Basilisks like that?" Hermione started angrily.

"I wasn't planning to." Harry explained, "I was restless and anxious and I needed to do something or I would have gone mad. I only planned on mapping out the area to see what the layout was like, I even brought Aneira with me just in case."

"But Harry, you shouldn't have-" Hermione argued, less angry now and more concerned.

"I get it." Harry cut in. "I was impatient and made a mistake. I'd prefer if we didn't spend the next half hour arguing about it."

"Who was behind the attacks Harry?" Luna asked in an attempt to steer the conversation towards something constructive.

"One of the students was being used without their knowledge. They found an item that ended up possessing and forcing them to attack people using the Basilisk. The real mastermind behind the attacks was Tom Riddle, or at least some kind of magical copy claiming to be him, housed in a journal." Harry explained. "I promised not to give their name out to anyone."

"Now?" Su asked.

"In regards to…?"

"The students." Su clarified.

"We do nothing." Harry answered coldly, "I for one don't care about them anymore. They treated us like scum, the Gryffindors especially. They didn't just kick us out, but they treated all of you terribly just because you chose to stick by your friend. I'm happy to remain here for the rest of my time at Hogwarts. Though I realize not everyone here feels the same, that's what I'm going to do unless one of you has a better plan."

"But Harry, now that-" Hermione tried to reason, wanting to think the best of people still.

It was Daphne who cut her off this time, "Now that they know the truth, we should give them another chance?" She finished dryly. Hermione glared at her, but it broke into a curious look.

Daphne took the chance to explain. "Why should we give them another chance? They were the ones to turn their backs on us, if we do give them another chance how long would it take before something else comes up again and they stab us in the back again? No, the best plan is to do nothing, like Harry said. If they want another chance, let them reach out to us, not the other way around. They need to learn that their actions have consequences. If we just instantly forgive them then they'll think they can get away with it again. In the last war with the Dark Lord, Dumbledore gave all those who said they were sorry for their actions another chance, and allowed them to get away without any kind of punishment. And look where that got us! The Malfoys aren't even slightly repentant about what they did, and they don't even try and hide anymore because they know Dumbledore will just roll over the second they seem slightly remorseful." The Greengrass Heiress raged.

"Agreed." Su supported, with the rest of the group nodding in agreement.

"It's not like we won't give them another change if they put in the effort." Cedric added assumingly, "They just need to really mean it. Otherwise we'll just be right back to square one."

Hermione sighed and nodded. Not even her faith in her fellow man could deny what they were saying. "Alright, I can accept that."

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20th of March:

A week later, just as Harry predicted, students were almost instantly trying to get back into their good books, especially most of the Gryffindors. The majority of them just wanted their star Quidditch player back, so in the end the only students the Outcasts agreed to spent any time with were Neville Longbottom from Gryffindor and Tracey Davis from Slytherin. In the end not much changed. The Outcasts weren't outright hated anymore, but they really didn't socialize with the rest of the school either.

However, there was one person who came crawling back to them, Blaise. Harry was more than happy to leave the backstabbing ass out in the cold, but Daphne asked Harry as a favour to her to let Blaise back in for everything that she'd done him - the Pureblood training, Occlumency, and Legilimency - and even owing him a favour, since the group shared Harry's opinion and him allowing Blaise back in would go a long way in making things go smoother. Daphne told Harry that Blaise and her had been friends for years, and she would like give him another chance. After some thought Harry accepted, under the condition Blaise would swear the Oaths of the Outcasts and would be watched from now on, which both Blaise and Daphne agreed to.

It was Saturday morning and the Outcasts were having breakfast, planning out their days. They all stopped as Su pointed towards someone approaching them. They looked up to see Ginny Weasley walking towards them. Considering most had stopped trying to approach them, this was a strange occurrence. They had to wonder what was important enough for her to try it.

Suddenly Ron ran into the Great Hall, "Ginny! I forbid you from having anything to do with them!"

Harry palmed his wand, ready in case the redhead got violent, but he didn't need to as Ginny whipped around and threw a spell at her brother. Ron's nose glowed briefly before several bits of snot flew out of his nose and transformed into really gross looking bats. They proceeded to attack the boy's face, biting at him with their newly formed little mouths.

Harry turned to the redheaded twins a few feet away from him, "Did you two drop him on his head when he was a baby?" He asked, wondering if that was the reason Ron was as stupid as he was.

"Eh no…"

"… But I think we should have…"

"… it might have knocked some sense into him." The ginger twins said together, getting chuckled from their friends at their deadpan expression.

"Nice shot Ginny." Harry complimented the girl as she reached them.

"So dear sister…"

"… What can we do you for you today?"

"Do I need a reason to see my favourite twin brothers?" Ginny asked sweetly, "No, I just want to see Harry about something."

Now Hermione Granger wasn't known to be the smartest witch of their time for no reason: she realized that for a girl who hasn't said two words to their group since she started Hogwarts, only to do so not long after the attacks had stopped, meant only one thing to her, "So you're the one that was behind the attacks." Hermione blurted in shock.

"Hermione?" Harry asked in a fake confusion.

"Ginny hasn't said two words since she started Hogwarts," Hermione explained herself, "but now a week later after the attacks stopped she now wants to talk to Harry."

Before Harry could deny anything, Daphne said quietly so no one heard her apart for their group, "No wonder you weren't sorted in Slytherin. Do you have any cunning at all?"

"What do you mean by that?" asked Hermione.

"You just blurted out that Weasley could be behind the attacks." Daphne said slowly, " You'd think that almost a year as an Outcast you would be careful as to what you do and say where other people can hear and see you. If it isn't obvious, everyone in this school is out to get us. Maybe not right now, but something is going to happen at some point to make it so. As for my own suspicions, I've suspected for a while it could have been her."

"And why is that?" Harry asked.

"Who else would it have been?" Daphne asked rhetorically, "She's the sister of two of your close friends, so you would want to protect her so you don't put the Twins in a dark light, even if it meant you would stay in the dog house, as the Muggles would say. If it were anyone else, you would have thrown them to the Aurors, probably gleefully, in order for the threat of Azkaban to be lifted."

"Is this true Harry?" Fred and George both said, for once not on purpose.

"It was her." Harry said lowly, glancing around to make sure no one heard, which from the lack of any pitchfork themed crusades, he assumed they didn't. "Now you see why I didn't say anything. Should anyone find out that Ginny was behind the attacks, without the dairy, she would be blamed for all of it. Even with the damn thing, knowing the Ministry, she'd still get caught in the crossfire, and what would you think would happen to hers and the twins family?"

"Harry's right." Fred sighed.

"But Ginny, you know our father has always said to never trust something that that you can't see where its brain is." George continued.

Fred was forced to add, "Though taking that literally means you can't trust portraits, and we all know how helpful they are, so we like to think he meant 'don't trust it if it doesn't have a face', because you can read a human face if you're skilled enough."

"Right, and you've seen how the school acted when something they don't agree with happened; they threw a hissy fit and blamed everything and anything before finally deciding on me." Harry said darkly, "What do you think would happen to Ginny and her family if the public found out about Ginny's part in the attack?" He asked them, deciding to leave it up to their minds to think up the worst thing that could happen.

Knowing firsthand how children acted when they saw something they didn't like she was almost afraid to imagine how adults would react towards the Weasleys should they find out. "I'm sorry I just out and say that Ginny," Hermione apologized. "But I thought Dumbledore said he didn't know who stopped the attacks."

Harry could have cursed Ginny for this, seeing as he didn't want this problem he knew he would have to explain himself. Thinking quickly he explained, "I told her not to reveal my part of stopping the attacks. Without the diary there was no proof, like I said. You know how the school's been about me, it wouldn't take much for the fools here to think that I was the one making Ginny perform the attacks. So I thought it was better that no one knew who stopped the attacks."

Harry resisted the urge to breath a sigh of relief as the Outcasts generally agreed with his decision. The school could have easily thought that he was controlling the poor, innocent, Pureblood Ginny Weasley into attacking people, even if it made no sense.

"So what are you doing over here Weasley?" Daphne said finally, her tone, while not outright hostile, wasn't welcoming in the slightest.

"To ask if I could join you." Ginny revealed. Taking advantage of the group's surprise she continued, "I know it's surprising and I know what it would mean, but I've wanted to ask for some time. I don't agree with how the school has been treating you, especially Ron since Harry was his best friend and the twins being his brothers. I tried a few times to join you, but Tom would allow me, he would stop me before I could even get close. But now he's gone I have the freedom to finally ask."

"Are you sure about this Ginny?" Harry asked, mostly for appearances sake. In truth the closer she was the more easily she was available if he had a need of her. "You do understand what it would mean if you did this? You would lose all your friends, and people will treat you differently, thinking you're now a Dark Witch or something like that."

"I understand that Harry," Ginny admitted, "but this is the least I could do, and is something I want to do. As for the others, my true friends won't care if I'm with you and your group. Those that do weren't my friends to begin with. Ron and Percy are prats anyway, and most of the time me and the other kids in the family do our best to ignore them. They may be our brothers, but they only care about themselves and getting what they can get for themselves. The only difference between them is Percy knows how to actually work for what he wants, even if it means walking over his family to do it."

The twins were nodding in agreement, supporting everything she was saying. A tiny part of Harry very briefly wanted to defend Ron seeing they were once friends, but it was instantly smothered by the rest of him, who knew just how useless and caustic the boy was. "I know my parents will be upset, my mother mostly, but once I explain my reasoning, they should be fine with my decision."

"If you're really okay with it all, welcome to the Outcasts." Harry said with a smile, "A House for those that the others won't take, either because of small mindedness or bigotry or both." He explained, feeling his little spiel would be used more in the future for some reason.

o0OoO0o

27th of March:

A week after the youngest Weasley had joined things were the same as before, with the exception of Daphne's continued distrust of Ginny. Ronald and Percy were able to convince most of the Gryffindors that Harry had somehow brainwashed Ginny into joining the Outcasts, they even tried to convince their parents too. However, before they could, Ginny had sent a letter to her parents explaining what was going on. As she suspected, they were upset that she and the twins had done what they did, but understood where they were coming from, as the one thing that they taught their kids was to stand by their friends.

That afternoon Harry was outside near the lake taking a break from school work and training when Daphne came up and sat next to him. He turned and greeted his friend, "Hey Daph, is everything alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine Vulcan." Daphne said, taking Harry by surprise. His friends normally only used his nickname in the Outcast Tower, so whatever she had to say was important. He gave her his full attention, something Daphne noticed and rewarded with a smile, "I wanted to ask you something, have you went back to the Chamber of Secrets since that night?"

"No, I haven't." Harry admitted, "Why, did you have a plan for it?"

"Because there's a huge Basilisk still there alive that you could use." Daphne explained almost excitedly, "It would be a waste not to use it for yourself if you could control it. Also I thought you and a few of us could search the Chamber itself; I find it hard to believe the Chamber contains nothing but the Basilisk. I have no proof of this, but it seems like a waste of a hideaway to only keep your pet inside it. Even if it was the case, you could still use it as a place to train."

"You're right," Harry nodded slowly, digesting what she'd said, "there could be more to the Chamber…" Something occurred to him, "You want to come too, don't you? That's why you asked me, you wanted to see the Chamber yourself."

Daphne blushed at being caught so easily, but this was the Chamber of Salazar Slytherin himself! He was a huge role model for her. "You caught me," Daphne admitted, "but you need to understand this is Salazar Slytherin we're talking about, most of my family ended up in his house. We don't believe that he did half of the things that people said Slytherin did, as the other three Founders wouldn't allow him to start a school with them if he actually outright hated and killed Muggles. We believe that either something happened to make him hate Muggles, or it was one of his children that hated them. I would like to find out the truth about the stories around him, and looking around the Chamber might do this."

Harry could see her point, she admired Slytherin and wanted to know the truth about him. To be honest, he wanted to know too, so with a smile he said, "Sure you can come with me, I'll get Ginny-" Seeing the distrustful look on Daphne, he added, "You may not like her Daphne, but she's part of our group now. Not only that, but she knows where the Basilisk is, and maybe some info about the Chamber she hasn't yet told us. So she would be a useful companion to have."

"Fine." Daphne conceded to his point.

"Come on then, maybe the others might want to come with us." Harry decided as he got up and offered Daphne a hand, which she demurely took.

o0OoO0o

An hour later Harry found himself down at the Chamber's main entrance with Daphne, Ginny, Luna and the Weasley Twins. The others had to do their homework and Hermione was seeing her sister in the Hospital Wing. As they entered the Chamber, Harry asked Ginny, "So where is the Basilisk Ginny?"

"In the statue." Ginny answered as she pointed to the statue, "To summon it you'll have to say in Parseltongue 'Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four'. Once you say that the snake will come out of the statue."

Daphne felt a bit sick and upset about this, Slytherin was an idol to her and her family, but the statue was awful, and the phrase that opened it made Slytherin out to be arrogant. Before she could say anything Harry went up to the statue and hissed, § 'Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four!' §

The six of them saw Slytherin's gigantic stone face moving. Its mouth opened, wider and wider, but the hole it was making remained dark, no light penetrating deeper, leaving them completely unaware of what was inside.

Until something began stirring at least; slithering up from its depths. Harry told the others to close their eyes just before the huge snake hit the stone floor of the Chamber. § 'Who'sss there, you're not my Massster!' § The Basilisk hissed as it stuck out its tongue to taste the air, § 'The girl sssmilesss like my massster, and yet… ssshe dossesn't. What isss going on.' §

§ 'The reason she smiles different is because she was being controlled by your former master's memory,' § Harry hissed back, explaining about is going on. § 'But I destroyed the memory and freed her.' §

§ 'If that isss the cassse, if what you sssay isss true, what do you want from me?' § The Basilisk asked, § 'Do you want me to continue my former master'sss plan to get rid of the unworthy?' §

§ 'No, I don't want you to do that.' § Harry explained quickly to the giant snake, § 'What your former master was doing was foolish. Sooner or later it would have gotten you killed when people found out about you. All I want from you for now is to protect the school until I say otherwise.' §

§ 'Jussst like Massster SSSlytherin wanted when he lived.' § The Basilisk said happily, § 'I wasss forccced into attacking the ssstudentsss, becuassse he wasss a ssspeaker like you. By ancient magic unlessss we're bonded to a Massster, we mussst obey the ssspeaker, he wasss alssso the heir of Massster SSSlytherin.' §

Harry found this last bit of interesting, and was already planning to bond the Basilisk to him as soon as he could. After quickly explaining what was been said, Harry went back to the Basilisk and asked first, § 'Do you have a name?' §

§ 'It'sss Medusssa, Massster,' § Medusa hissed.

§ 'Medusa, is there a way for my friends to look at you with their eyes open without them dying?' § Harry asked, suddenly thinking about his friends and them keeping their eyes closed.

§ 'There isss Massster,' § Medusa admitted, § 'I've got a sssecond eye lid that allowsss me to sssee without killing.' §

§ 'Please use them so my friends can open their eyes.' § Harry told her.

The Basilisk only nodded, before she hissed, § 'It hasss been done Massster,' §

After telling his friends it was fine to look, Harry asked the Basilisk, § 'Medusa, I was wondering if there is more to this Chamber? A friend of mine thinks that it isn't here for just you.' §

§ 'Your friend isss right Massster.' § said Medusa, § 'Command it to open, and it shall.' §

§ 'Do you know what's inside?' § Harry asked.

§ 'I do not, Massster,' § Medusa answered, § 'I am far too big to fit inside.' §

§ Open! § Harry commanded loudly. He assumed the hidden area would be inside the large statue domination most of the chamber, but he was taken by surprise when he heard grinding of stone. As he followed the sound of the grinding, he saw it was coming from behind the statue. He saw a section of the wall slowly descending into the floor, making an archway. As the archway was formed, it revealed a set of stairs going downwards.

"Well that was unexpected." Harry commented before making his way down the stairs, followed by his friends.

As they got to the bottom of the stairs, they were shocked to find they found themselves in a room that looked remarkably similar to their common room, only with less furniture, presumably meant for only one person. Despite this, the room itself was far bigger than their Common room, though every inch of it was covered in dust. There was a lack of cobwebs, but considering spiders fled whenever they sensed a Basilisk they could assume the spiders simply never came in here, their instincts telling them to flee whenever they got close.

The group split up and searched the plethora of door leading off to who knew where. In retrospect it wasn't the smartest of ideas, but it all turned out okay as they found bedrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, a duelling chamber, a potion lib and a library with large gaps of it missing. The last room was something that only shocked them until they thought about it and who owned the Chamber; a medieval torture room.

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10th of April:

The next two weeks were spent cleaning out the Chamber as a whole, getting it all up to the condition where they could live down there if need be with having allergy attacks.

When Harry was cleaning the library, he was shocked as he read some of the books and scrolls and came to realize that Naruto from the comics he read was real. Not Naruto himself, but the history around him, his homeland the Elemental Nations, Hidden Villages and their magic was known as chakra and their spells known as Jutsu were all real. In fact, even the story behind Naruto was true, but he was a she and was named Naruko and she too had Kyuubi within her. It seemed that somehow the writer of Naruto had gotten his hands on this information. Harry could only guess that's where a large portion of the scrolls went.

There wasn't much in the books, or the scrolls, detailing Naruko's history and that of the Elemental Nation, but from what hadn't been taken it seemed that Salazar Slytherin had an interest in the Elemental Nations and its skills in their powers Jutsu. Over the years that Salazar learned of them he went searching for all the information he could about the nation and their powers. He first discovered that Naruko was a Jinchuuriki, someone who had a Demon sealed within, them normally a Tailed Demon, a special class of demon reserved for nine powerful beasts all taking the form of different animals. Naruko had within her Kyuubi no Kitsune, the nine tailed demon fox. It seemed that all the Tail Demons were part of one demon known as the Jūbi, the Ten Tailed Abomination. It was divided by someone known as Sage of the Six Paths. The Jūbi was considered to be both creator of the world and the herald to its end if ever be revived.

From what they read - as Harry had showed his friends the historical objects without hesitation - there was someone named Obito Uchiha's who's ultimate ambition was to capture and merge all nine of the Tailed Beasts back into the Ten-Tails, and become its Jinchūriki - an idea that was created and designed by someone named Madara Uchiha, dubbed the Eye of the Moon Plan. Once he became Ten-Tails Jinchūriki, he would cast the reflection of his illusion casting eyes on the moon, casting a mind trapping illusion known as the Infinite Tsukuyomi, which would put the entire world under his control.

The plan seemed to work, Uchiha was able to capture and merge all nine of the tailed beasts apart for two of them. However though, Uchiha didn't realize the true power of all of seven tailed beasts, and he lost control and Jūbi was reborn. Although Jūbi had two parts of it still missing, it was still powerful and it was able to destroy the whole of the Elemental Nations only leaving about a few thousands of its people alive. Jūbi was about to start on the rest of the world, but it was stopped by Naruko and a group of ninjas somehow. What happened during the final battle and afterwards, the group didn't know as Salazar didn't seem to carry on from that, and if he did the research was now missing. The Elemental Nations was seemingly finished, so the man lost interest. That, or those scrolls and books were simply stolen too. The notes they did have didn't end on any sort of cliff-hanger like the others did, so it was impossible to tell.

The one thing that Harry was happy about was that one of the Jutsu that Salazar found was the one that he had been trying to copy since the previous summer: Multiple Shadow Clone Technique, or as the scroll called it, Tajū Kage Bunshin no Jutsu. This Technique was considered a Kinjutsu, a Forbidden Technique, because it could potentially be dangerous to the person performing it. The clones were all given an equal amount of energy to use, an amount that the original would have as well, unless the person was a master at using the Jutsu. If the user was left with too little energy…

Harry wasn't worried about that, as he had been absorbing some of the magic from The Orb, so he didn't think it would be much of a problem. But at the moment he didn't have the time to really begin working on performing the Jutsu the right way yet, but was planning to do so soon.

The next Saturday morning Harry decided to take a break from training and school work and relax in the Outcast Tower - of which there were a few already up, but most were still in bed. As Harry sat there though, he saw that the Weasley Twins were still researching ways to make ghost grow a bit older to help their ghost friend Myrtle out of her endless puberty. Myrtle wasn't as bad as she used to be, but there were still times where she got on their nerves. The sooner she was out of puberty, the better. The Twins had done some great work in their research, and might have found a way to help Myrtle. Harry picked up on something the others didn't about the twins though, the two were looking into other research matters involving the dead and ghosts. It seemed to Harry that they were looking into ways of becoming Necromancers. Harry could only assume the profession was either illegal, or at the very least not talked about, because he'd never heard anything about magic related to the dead in his time at Hogwarts. Truth be told, Harry was interested too; you never knew when a situation would call for certain spells that weren't well known.

"How are ghosts formed, anyway?" Harry asked suddenly as he thought about Necromancy, it might help the Twins further their research if they knew this.

The girls, Su, Susan, Hannah and Daphne, all looked at each other, and through silent vote Daphne, being the local Pureblood, was chosen to answer. "When someone dies their magical reserves don't just disappear into thin air, they rapidly burn off. Nobody knows what this fuels, some believe it's to 'propel the soul to the next great adventure', but that's never been proven, and it's even potentially disproven by objects also being able to become ghosts."

Harry looked even more curious. "Ghostly objects?"

Daphne nodded. "Yes. Do you remember Nick's Deathday Party, how there was rotten food and empty drink bottle and glasses?" Harry nodded as he remembered that evening, absently noticing Hermione come down from her room, her steps shambling and her jaw cracking with a wide yawn as she listened into what was been said. "Well one of the reasons for this was because sometimes when an items serves its purpose; food being eaten and drinks being drank, for instance, they can leave behind an imprint, a ghostly copy. Like I said before with humans, the act of creating a ghost is completely at random, nobody knows what factors really make it happens, but the magic that burns itself away can lead to a similar reaction to food, only it happens more often naturally. I can only assume ambient magic has something to do with inanimate ghosts, since the items themselves don't have any magic."

"Naturally? So it can be done on purpose?" The raven haired leader asked slowly.

Daphne didn't have an answer for that one though, she just shrugged. Myrtle was the one who gave him the answer he was seeking. "In theory, yes, but nobody has even tried. What's the point? Pleasing ghosts? Good luck finding someone with a pulse interested in doing that." She frowned, only to blink and look around, her cheeks tingeing a deeper blue. "Present company excluded."

Harry nodded slowly, and the silence resumed for several minutes as Harry was deep in though and the others got back to what they were doing.

"Hey Gred, Forge, you still have those almost empty bottles of Fire Whiskey in the cupboard?" He requested suddenly.

The ginger twins didn't even look up from the thick, black leather book they'd been hunched over since Myrtle joined them as they replied in unison. "Sure Harry, top shelf behind Monply."

Harry nodded, assuming they meant Monopoly, a game Hermione had asked her parents to buy and send over to play. It was a hit with the Purebloods of the group, Daphne especially enjoyed becoming the Godqueen of Boardwalk and Park Place and reaping in all that sweet monopoly money. He got up and walked over to the cupboard, reached inside and took out two of the many bottles within. They were the only ones that had been opened, and were both almost completely drained, just a little bit left at the bottom of each bottle.

Harry put his theory to work and charged one of the bottles with magic. It seemed to absorb the energy, so he pushed more, feeling a slight but growing resistance the more he pushed.

And then it exploded.

Shrieks filled the room and a rapid series of questions all being a variation of "Harry, are you okay?!" were thrown his way. Harry himself cringed and pulled a shard of glass out of his palm, thankfully the only injury he sustained from the encounter. He turned to look at them, giving them all an apologetic look. "I'm fine, sorry about that, I didn't know objects had a limit for how much magic they could hold. Or, I suppose I should say, I didn't know they exploded when they hit that limit." He clarified.

He began pushing magic into the other bottle. This time he did it slowly and cautiously, making sure the second the bottle felt like it was 'full' he stopped. The bottle didn't look any different visually, and he really had no idea what to do with the Fire Whiskey inside.

With a shrug he popped the top and threw back the half a mouthful left. He grimaced at the taste, but the burning sensation the twins always complained about was absent. 'Was it because of the magic?' He wondered, before dismissing that theory.

He tossed the now empty bottle across the room, expertly landing it in the garbage can they ended up rarely using. He turned around, only to come eye to eye… to eye to eye, with the Weasley twins staring at him with sparkly eyes. "How'd you do that?" They asked urgently.

"Uh…" Harry replied eloquently.

"The Fire Whiskey, you drank it without fire coming out of your ears, or you face turning red." George clarified. "We hate it! But we can't get normal Whiskey since we Magicals are 'too good' for Muggle Whiskey." Griped Fred.

Harry gave them a flat look before his eyebrow twitched and suddenly his hair was replaced by fire.

The twin's excited look died a quick death as they realized what he meant. "Oh…" Fred moped. George sighed, slinging an arm around his brother's shoulder, "We really should have expected 'Fire' Whiskey would affect you differently. Seems a bit obvious in retrospect."

What looked like another tangent between the infamous twins was cut off by a squeal from their new House Ghosts. "Booze!"

Harry looked over, only to chuckle as he saw Myrtle floating several feet off the ground on her back, curled in a ball and suckling on a ghostly bottle of Fire Whiskey like a baby.

His vision was suddenly obscured with what appeared to be rolled up newspaper as it swatted him in the forehead. "No." Hermione scolded on the other end of her weapon. "Bad Harry. It's far too early in the morning to be making magical discoveries. I haven't even had my morning gallon of coffee yet."

o0OoO0o

1st of May:

Harry finally found time to work on the Shadow Clone Jutsu as well, managing to fully learn the technique with the help of the scrolls. Harry wasn't sure what allowed him to use the Jutsu, but he was the only one who managed to get it to work. They were making progress though, so it seemed like him trying to recreate the Jutsu had left him better prepared for the real thing. The Weasely twins were the first to manage a single clone each, who they immediately ordered to do their school work and go to their class so they could concentrate more on pranks. Hermione was next, getting a full three clones from the get go, which was celebrated by all four invading the Chamber's recently discovered library. By the time May rolled around everyone had managed to create a single clone at least and had them doing various things, just practising with the Jutsu to gain a better mastery.

Harry had long since moved onto learning something else though, and while they were all picking up the Sahdow Clone Jutsu, he'd pulled a random scroll off the shelf and thanked his strange luck as it turned out to be Kinjutsu Kuchiyose: Kaso Rairai, or, in English, Forbidden Summoning Technique: Fire Rats Cometh. The Jutsu summoned rats that were encased in flame, they would burn any object or person they were ordered to attack. He was also looking into what he was calling the Immortality Jutsu as a working title, as the scroll was slightly damaged and the name was gone. As the name implied it made the user immortal by anchoring their spirit, their soul, onto another body. The user could then take control of that body, killing the native soul through a battle of willpower. Harry admitted it was a little redundant, since he had the Philosopher's Stone, and could die from old age and ailments, but that didn't mean a back-up plan would hurt anything. As he knew he could be killed by other means…

This Jutsu was so complex that he was sure it would take him years to work it out though, so he didn't see himself using it any time soon.

He was currently taking a break after practising with his Clones in the Chamber's Common Room, making sure the Jutsu was combat ready, when Hermione, Su and the Patil Twins came down the stairs. "Harry I was wondering if we could borrow your Enhancing the Body: Guide to Rituals book again please?"

"Sure, Hermione. What do you need it for?" Harry asked curiously, pointing to where the book in question was sitting on an end table.

"Experimentation." Su answered.

"She means we're going to be trying one of the rituals. I suppose you could say it's an experiment since we've never performed a ritual before." Hermione said, sending a flat look at the Asian girl, disliking the term that implied she didn't know what she was doing.

"Oh, which one?" He inquired, interested in which one his friends might want to try.

"The one that grants us an animal's traits, which traits depending mostly on what creature we perform the ritual using." Padma explained.

"And we even found that if we use a magical creature there's a chance we'll gain their magical abilities!" Parvati picked up where her sister left off excitedly.

Harry recognized the ritual, he was somewhat tempted to do it himself, but had put off doing it in favour of mastering the Jutsu. He also wasn't sure which creature he wanted to use in the ritual, and didn't want to jump into things prematurely and waste the opportunity. "I'm assuming you want to use one of the rooms below to eliminate the chance of being interrupted?"

Hermione nodded, her cheeks reddening as she explained, "We also need the privacy; we have to do it naked. So if you don't mind leaving a few clones to stand guard and staying up here we would be grateful."

Harry shook his head, "I'll be more than happy to supply as many clones as I can make to keep lookout - though I don't see the point considering you'll be under several layers of security already - but I need to be there."

Hermione's blush grew as she caught on to what he was saying, "Harry, I-"

He interrupted her, "I can teleport, so if anything goes wrong I can get you four to the Hospital Wing instantly. Plus, I have more experience with rituals than any of you do. While I haven't performed any on myself yet I fully intend to use quite a few of them. In preparation I've memorized that entire book," He gestured at the book he'd directed her towards earlier, "And the ritual you want to use is a two part ritual, the second part needs a Parseltongue to make the potion." They looked bashful at forgetting this part of it, but he didn't press them about it, "So have you decided on what animal's blood you're all going to use? And, now that we're o the subject, do you have all the ingredients you'll need?" Harry inquired.

"We do." Hermione answered, holding out the bag with the needed materials they would need "We brought everything before we came here. As for the blood, I was hoping that I could use some from Aneira?"

"Sure no problem, I'll get her in a minute." Harry accepted easily, "What about you three?"

"Non-magical fox." Su answered. It as it was quick, and had good sense of hearing, smell, and sight. It would compliment her existing skills nicely.

"Me and my sister are going to be siamese cats." Parvati answered for both Patils. They were only really in this for the enhanced senses, and cat-like grace would be more of a bonus than anything, so they didn't spare a thought to using a more magical feline.

"Alright, when do you want to do this?" He asked.

"Since it's the weekend we were thinking we could do it now. Would that work?" Hermione replied uncertainly.

"Sure, that would work fine. Just let me get the blood from Aneira. You should probably give her a gift of some kind for this." Harry commented, to which Hermione nodded thoughtfully, only to have the Familiar in question hop into his lap. Blinking in surprised he made a mental note to give the feline a treat the next chance he got and ran his hand down her back soothingly, casting a spell with his other hand to painlessly take some of her blood, which was pulled into a ball at the tip of his wand. He placed the blood into a crystal vial, and handed it to Hermione. "Now that that's out of the way, let me start the potion for you." He said, sending her a questioning look. Hermione answered his unasked question by gesturing to where the ingredients they already had were sitting by their feet.

Over the next few hours Harry spent his time standing over five cauldrons brewing the potion the girls needed. The ingredients that he used were Powdered Birch Bark, to ensure that no unwanted Spirits were able to interfere with the ritual. Next were Powdered Blackthorn Bark and African Violet, which was used for both normal and spiritual protection. A cloth of gold was added to ensure nothing unwanted would be brought along with when the bond between the animal and human was created, granting a certain level of understanding. Then there was the Dulse, which was used to ensure harmony of the fusion of the now cleanly severed and cleansed traits with the human. After an hour of brewing these together on a low heat, Harry then added the girls' blood before stirring in the Basilisk Venom, which they got from the Basilisk in the chamber, to fully bind them to a human, and the Phoenix Ash from a rare Shadow Phoenix to restore the traits stolen from the animal back to said animal. This wasn't really needed for any of the potions but Hermione's, since the fox and cats were completely disposable, but Harry didn't want to deviate from the instructions because it was convenient.

The last step was to crystallize it, which is where Harry's unique skill came in. He began to chant the Parseltongue Spell, and soon the potion shrank and hardened into the chalk sized chunk they needed it to be. Once the potions were crystallized, Harry gave the cylindrical gems to the girls and asked, "Are you girls ready for the next part?"

"We are." Hermione replied, fighting down the blush as she accepted that Harry was going to be seeing them naked now. The other three girls were of similar expression, but they accepted that they needed him. While the ritual was fairly simple, none of them had any practical experience, and the more eyes there to check things over the better.

Crystals in hand, they began drawing the Ritual Circle with runes made from the crystallize potion, using them like a piece of chalk, for the needed ritual.

The girls then nervously took their robes off, revealing nothing but their bodies beneath. Harry resisted his body's natural reaction, but was good enough at leering now to not get caught checking them out. He liked what he saw, a lot, but put it out of his mind once they stepped into their circles. He made sure he was at a safe distance, one that wouldn't interfere with the ritual, when he noticed them getting ready. It was very interesting to see when they called on the elemental spirits before promptly flooding their respective circles with magical power to allow their power to mingle with the magical properties of the blood within the crystallized potion, now etched as the runes themselves.

There was a flash of light from each of the four circles, a different colour from each one, but all of which just as blinding as the last, and Harry was forced to shield his eyes. When he opened his eyes he realized something must have gone wrong. He didn't know what happened, but instead of human girls his friends had been turned into human/animal hybrids.

Hermione was the first girl to become visible. Her hair was, almost amusingly, completely unchanged, but now she had two cat ears twitching within the bushy mess. She was covered from head to toe in fur, it was mostly cream, but from her upper calf down was a dark brown. Her chest, belly, crotch, and inner thighs were instead covered in pure white fur, as was the tip of her new tail. Harry absently noted that the white fur wrapped around, and her behind could now very literally be referred to as 'heart shaped', due to the unique fur pattern covering it.

Su was next, looking far more in control of herself than the completely frozen Hermione. Su's ears were longer but thinner, and her muzzle was slightly longer than Hermione's. Her fur at first appeared to be completely black, but when it caught the light he could see just a hint of blue. Her tail was thicker, or perhaps just poofier, than Hermione, but the strangest thing was that she had two of them.

Padma and Parvati were revealed last. Both were covered is very light fur, almost white, but leaning more towards a very light cream. The only exception was around their hands, feet, thin tails, and new ears, which blended into more of a dark brown. The most startling feature of the two Indian girls were their eyes. Hermione and Su's hadn't changed aside from gaining a different pupil, at least from the distance he was at, but Parvati and Padma's eyes were now a solid icy blue, only their pupils, a solid black, standing out in their mesmerizing depths. This added contracts allowed him to pinpoint the exact second they became aware of their changes, because their thin slitted pupils widened in both surprise and in reaction to the low light of the chamber, widening until they were almost the circles they used to be, but instead were large ovals.

As the girls looked themselves over they were understandably shocked at what they saw. "Harry, what happened here?!" Hermione exclaimed, just shy of shouting, her voice panicked.

"I don't know," Harry said honestly, worried about his friends, "I did everything that I was supposed to right. I don't know what happened, but what's done is done and we need to see Madam Pomfrey, she might know how to undo this."

"But Harry," Hermione protested, horrified at the thought, "we can't go like this."

"I know you don't like it, but she might be the only one who can undo what we did wrong." Harry pressed. It may have been embarrassing, but they could have something wrong inside them for all he knew.

"Agreed." Su supported, sounding defeated.

"I can transport us to one of the empty classrooms near the Hospital Wing so we'll have less of a chance of being seen." Harry explained in an attempt to reassure them so they wouldn't worry as much. "Get dressed and I'll transport you all when you done."

o0OoO0o

Once the girls had gotten dressed, Harry transported them to one of the empty classrooms near the Hospital Wing. After that they covered their faces with their cloaks and quickly headed towards the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey spotted them as soon as they came in but instead spoke directly to Harry, giving him a resigned look, "So Mr. Potter, what have you got yourself into this time?"

"It isn't me this time Madam Pomfrey." Harry answered, uncomfortably aware of how often he'd spent in the Hospital Wing before he started defending himself. "It's the girls, they were, err..." He tried to think up a believable lie, but realized the truth would be better. Lying would harm her chances, so telling the truth would help fix whatever happened much faster and not make things worse, "We were performing a ritual that would help enhance their senses. I was helping them with a part of it…"

"You did what?!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed in shock and anger, "Are you daft? Rituals are the most powerful and dangerous kind of magic to exist, and should never be attempted without fully understanding what you are doing. So much can go wrong if you're not trained and experienced, it takes years for someone to be ready to even try and do a ritual. You're lucky it seems no one was killed because of it." With a sigh, now a bit more calm that she'd vented she asked, "So what happened to you girls?"

Removing their cloaks, the girls show their new selves to the School Healer who gasped in shock at what she saw. "What happened to you?"

"We don't know." Harry explained for the girls as they put their cloaks back on. He handed her the Enhancing the Body: Guide to Rituals on the page Strength of the Beast. As the Healer was reading ritual, Harry went on to explain, "They wanted to do that one to improve their senses, and gain control over ice in Hermione's case, and as far as we know we did everything right. I must be wrong though because, well, this happened."

Madam Pomfrey read the Strength of the Beast Rituala few times, before she said anything. "I need to call in Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick, McGonagall and Snape, but are you sure that you did everything right?"

The gathered students didn't like the other Professors knowing this, but if they could find out how to transform them back, they would allow it. "As far as we know we did the runes right," Hermione answered.

"The potion was brewed to the letter." Harry said confidently.

"Hmm," Madam Pomfrey hummed thoughtfully, "you may have done everything right, but there's also a chance you could have done something wrong, something incredibly minor; rituals are very finicky magic. Let me get the professors and I'll explain." As she said this, Madam Pomfrey called a House-Elf to being Dumbledore, Flitwick, McGonagall and Snape to the Hospital Wing.

As the four requested staff members arrived Dumbledore was the first to speak, "What's wrong Poppy?"

"Ladies, kindly remove your cloaks." Madam Pomfrey asked kindly, and the girls did so to reveal their new forms.

McGonagall gasped at seeing the girls like they were, "What happened to you girls?"

Once again Harry explained what happened. Once he finished, Snape scoffed, "Really Potter? You, brew a potion that works, don't make me laugh. You can't make a decent potion to save your life, or anyone's in fact, most of your potions blow up or are no good at all."

"For your information sir," Harry sneered the word sir, as he would have liked to call him a few other things instead, but his friends needed help. So he would show some respect, for them, "If you didn't allow people to sabotage my work, I would be one of the top students in Potions."

"More arrogance, claiming you're better than others." Snape scowled at Harry, "you just like your -"

"We all know what you think about me and my father," Harry snapped, barely keeping himself from reacting even more aggressively. "But at the moment, my friends comes first and I would like to think that no matter what you think about my father and what he did to you and others, he would put his friends first if they were in danger."

"Well said Harry my boy," Dumbledore said with his grandfatherly tone of voice, "Your father would, and did, put his friends before everything." His expression grew disappointed though, "I'm also disappointed in the five of you for doing such a dangerous ritual. You're inexperience in performing rituals and so many things could have gone wrong. I would like the book you used to stop you from being attempted to try anymore."

He was instantly denied as Harry shook his head, frowning at the older man's attempt. "That won't be happening." He said firmly. "It isn't being arrogant Snape, before you say anything, it's my right as Potter Heir. I have a right to build my own personal library. That book was already added to my library, and was taken out to be used. It's going right back onto my bookshelf until I feel I'm ready to use it."

Once again Harry saw Snape about to say something, most likely involving the words Potter and Arrogance, but Dumbledore cut him off with another attempted theft as he tried a different method. "I understand that my boy, but I'm worried that you're not ready for this sort of book, I think it best that I look over the books that you have and keep them until you're older and more experienced so you can use them to their fullest. As Headmaster, it is my job to make sure you and the other students are safe and cared for, it is -"

That was far as Dumbledore got as Harry began to laugh, "Safe and cared?" Harry echoed, his tone bitterly amused and incredulous. "Yeah, right. Apart from Madam Pomfrey, none of you tried to keep me nor my friends safe. The entire staff blatantly turns a blind eye to any and every situation that would involve the slightest bit og work to sort out! You didn't do anything when Gryffindor cast me out, you didn't do anything to help my friends when they sided with me and were ostracised for it, you do nothing to curb the blatant racism that a fourth of the school honestly thinks is completely okay to spout in public, nor the bullying that same fourth constantly gets away with. Ask for my books again when you learn to do you bloody jobs!" He said coldly, taking advantage of the momentarily silence after he spoke to turn to the School Healer and ask, his voice back to normal, "Madam Pomfrey, you said you might know why this happened to the girls?"

"There are many things that could have gone wrong," Madam Pomfrey explained, "The administering of the potion you made, for instance, the timing might be off a few seconds. Most potion timing isn't all that important, as you can leave it for a few minutes longer. But in rituals, the timing for everything needs to be perfect. The Ritual Circle that you used might also had an error. Even the smallest of mistakes in the Runic Array could cause massive changes or deviations from the preferred outcome. There are many others things that could go wrong, but those are the two main ones I can think of that could be reason behind the changes."

"So is there a way to get them back to normal?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," Pomfrey replied, "I was hoping the professors could help here."

"I would need to look at the ritual first." Dumbledore said, still hoping to get his hands on the book, "There might be a way, but there's the chance they would stay like that forever." As they heard this, the girls hugged Harry tighter, Hermione outright crying while the other three were misty eyed. "Poppy, have you called Professor Babbling? She is the castle's resident expert on runes after all."

"Not yet, no." The Healer replied before summoning a House-Elf to do just that.

As the House-Elf went to get the Ancient Runes Professor, Dumbledore requested, "Can I look at the ritual so we know what we're dealing with Harry?"

Harry wordlessly applied a Gemini Charm, which created a perfect but temporary copy of the pages containing the ritual and pointedly shrunk the book down so he could slip it into his pocket. Once he did so he announced, "If there's nothing else, I'd like to tell the rest of my friends what's going on. I'll be back later to see how the girls are getting on."

The girls in question wanted to beg Harry not to leave, but they accepted there was little else he could do, and the rest of their friends didn't deserve to be left in the dark. So they give him another hug before Harry left to see their other friends.

o0OoO0o

2nd of May:

Harry slipped back into the Hospital wing when everyone but the girls were gone. They were all awake, thankfully for his announcement. Su noticed him first, her ears and black eyes tracking him before he'd even entered the room completely.

"Find it?" She asked, getting the other girls' attentions.

Harry nodded, "I did." He pulled a cloth of gold from his pocket, tearing it into four pieces before tossing a piece onto each of the girls beds aside from Hermione, which he walked over to stand beside her and showed her the frayed end. "Notice anything strange about this?" He asked.

Hermione took the cloth, being careful not to scratch him with her new claws, and looked the piece of fabric over with her new eyes, her pupils narrowing to enhance her vision further subconsciously. "This... this is just cotton. How did I miss this?" She asked, outright shocked and almost horrified at her own slip of something so obvious.

This was why Harry was here. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and answered, his voice soothing, "I can hazard a guess that we were so sure we were going to screw up the Circle we paid it too much attention and ignored the ingredients. The ritual worked because the cloth itself was the right colour, but it wasn't the metal magically woven into a cloth, only the colour dyed into cotton. The cloth of gold was supposed to ensure you four only got the animal's traits, and possibly a unique familiarity with the creatures, but what we had wasn't as strong as the real thing and-"

"We got more than we bargained for." Hermione finished for him. She looked at the other girls tearfully, completely blaming herself for this because the ingredients were her responsibility. "I'm so sorry, this is entirely my fault."

Su shook her head, "You are forgiven. Easy mistake. We were too eager." With a good night's sleep to take stock she wasn't against her new body. Physical appearance aside - which could be easily concealed with magic - there were no downsides she could determine from her changes.

Parvati was next, smiling at the bushy haired girl to ease her worry. "Su's right, we rushed, but this really isn't that bad. A little extreme, but it is precisely what we were going for."

Padma was silent until the rest of the room turned their attention towards her. She was reluctant to break the mood, but she stated her opinion anyway. "I agree with my sister, but as a result of this it's possible we'll be classed as an unknown magical creature. And this country is infamous for its many Anti-Creature Laws. It may be a good idea to transfer to Beauxbatons as quickly as we can."

Harry nodded his head, "We'll keep that in mind as an option, but if worst comes to worst and it's possible, I'll claim ownership. This is partly my fault too and I'll take responsibility if need be. The laws are idiotic and bordering on barbaric in certain areas, as we're all aware, but my status is definitely on the higher end of the scale here and I can and will use that to every advantage to make sure you're all safe." He declared firmly. The Outcasts, the girls in particular, were his, and he intended to keep it that way.

The girls smiled at him, grateful for his offer, but were interrupted as Hermione began purring as Harry's hand didn't remain still and began stroking her upper arm. The girl in question froze, her hand reaching up to grasp her throat, as if to force the sound to stop.

Harry grinned devilishly, something that Hermione caught and started waving her hands in front of herself, "Harry, don't you dare!"

It was too late though, and the three girls on the other beds watched and laughed as Harry began petting the bookworm, stroking her back and head. As a result the newly minted Catgirl dissolved into an almost puddle of throaty purrs as Harry's skilled hands worked the more 'public friendly' spots on her body to make her purr.

Su didn't know if she should class this new information as a pro or a con, but she wanted to find out first hand.

o0OoO0o

21st of May:

For the first week in the Hospital Wing the girls had to stay behind closed blinds so no one could see them. When asked about the blinds, and why they were up, people got the reply that the four of them were in detention to help Hagrid cleaning around the Forbidden Forest. But when Hagrid left to get something, they were attacked by some unknown beast, and were left badly scared. They would heal over time, but until then the blinds would be up so people wouldn't stare at them.

Harry never told the Professors what he'd found, already knowing the changes were permanent since the ritual was designed to overwrite their original senses with the new ones, changing their very souls, so they continued fruitlessly searching for an answer that wasn't there. Eventually the staff had to settle on simply trying to blindly fix the changes, which proved fruitless. After that they moved onto ways to conceal what were now their student's natural states of body.

It was Professor Babbling and Flitwick that came up with an idea that help to hide the human/animal hybrids: Glamour necklaces. The two Professors personally made them all Glamour necklaces that would hide their non-human appendages. The necklaces would not only hide their new forms, but thanks to the runes on the necklaces, should someone touch them accidentally, they would feel normal skin instead of fur. Madame Pomfrey also taught them a charm to do the same thing, for redundancies sake. After they were thoroughly safe from being discovered, they were given a stern talking to for making such a foolish endeavour. Although none of the other students learned about the mishap, their friends were supportive and helped them with the physical changes they were going through and the emotions accepting the changes to their lives invoked.

On the side the twins finally found a spell to age Myrtle a few year to end her fifty years of puberty. They found the spell in the personal library of Salazar Slytherin. Myrtle was now very proudly in her early twenties, and was all the happier for it. She couldn't stop thanking the Weasley Twin for what they did. Her flirting with Harry likely would have increased because of her curvier body, but Harry wasn't in the best of moods, blaming himself for his failure with the ritual.

Now it was Friday night and Harry was heading back to the Outcast Tower after visiting Melody in the Hospital Wing. For the first time in a while he was smiling as he left the Infirmary as Madame Pomfrey informed him the Mandrakes would be ready in around a week. Luna was great, and her eagerness to learn everything she could about sex was very pleasing, but he was still ecstatic to have his first and favourite sex-slave back after all this time. He had Aneira with him at the time, taking the chance to just walk around the castle with her.

As they were walking back to the tower, Harry heard Aneira grow at something before she ran off. Wondering what was going on, Harry followed her to down to the first floor and followed her until they were just outside Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. When he caught up with his Familiar, as he did he found that Aneira had a rat in her paws, happily crunching away on it. Harry shook his head in amusement. He fed Aneira plenty, but she still loved to catch her own food. Rodents mostly, but there was also the occasional woodland creature. Apparently the cuter an animal was the better its face tasted.

As he was about to call Aneira he heard sounds of a struggle in the classroom, like someone was fighting. He was curious as to what was happening, so he peaked though the door only to see a naked girl who looked like she was thirteen/fourteen years old trying to escape and, to Harry's disgust, a naked Lockhart. Harry's disgust gave way to a smirk as he quickly worked out how to use the situation to his advantage. Harry had been tinkering with the idea of looking for a way to control the blowhard, and now he had something.

Harry could get rid of Lockhart easily enough, he was a fake and a fraud and an awful Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. The only reason Harry didn't get rid of him was that he was good at teaching duelling. This situation was perfect for gaining control of things, as not only could Lockhart teach him and his friends more about duelling, but Lockhart was famous and Harry knew he could use the man's fame to get a few things that his own Boy-Who-Lived fame couldn't get.

Seeing his chance Harry barged into the classroom, "What the fuck is going on here?" He demanded, playing the part for the girl.

It worked, too. The girl scurried over to him and all but dove behind her supposed knight in shining armour. "P-Please help me." She whispered.

Lockhart paled heavily, his wand flashing and somehow managing to conjure a pair of trousers on himself before he fumbled and dropped it. "M-Mister Potter, this isn't what it looks like!" The blond insisted, his eyes darting back and forth as he tried and failed to rapidly think up a plausible excuse.

Harry rolled the man's wand behind him so it was well out of reach, one hand placing itself on the unnamed girl's shoulder so she didn't run away. He was almost amused when she latched onto his side of her own volition. "Oh I'm sure it isn't. After all, the great Gilderoy Lockhart wouldn't rape a teenage girl, nor would he memory wipe her once he was done."

The man in question was still deathly pale, and now sweating profusely as the situation really sunk in. He had no choice but to act. He pulled his wand, only for his entire arm to freeze in place. Lockhart yelped in ear as he caught sight of a very large tiger growling at him from Harry's side. Harry let Lockhart suffer for a minute before his wand flashed out and in a flash of red light his target slumped to the floor.

"What?" Lockhart blurted, taking his hands away from his face, where he'd been cowering behind them when he saw the girl unconscious on the ground. Harry's wand was now pointed squarely at him now. "What's going on here?"

"I have a proposal for you, an offer you can't refuse, you could even say." Harry smirked. While his wand really wasn't needed at this point with Aneira there, he wasn't going to be too careful with this man. Harry gestured for Lockhart to sit down which, still shaky and a great deal confused, he did.

As he sat down, Lockhart asked, "What do you want with me?"

"Many things." Harry answered vaguely, "Now we both know you're a fraud, your books are only non-fiction because you found the people that actually defeated all those creatures and altered their memories so they don't remember. To be honest though, I don't care about that. We both know you're also a rapist, and normally I wouldn't care about that either."

"Normally?" Lockhart blurted, shocked.

"I'm getting there." Harry replied patiently, "We both know that you're an awful Defence Professor, but fairly good at teaching duelling. So for me to 'forget' about your actions, and keep forgetting about them, you quit teaching Defence, I don't care what excuse you give. Tell them you discovered you were better at teaching duelling, and will stay on as a Duelling Instructor. You may offer me an apprenticeship, which should make both of use even more famous."

"That's it?" Lockhart asked, honestly bewildered, he thought he would need to do a lot more than that. He swallowed thickly as he saw an intimidating and foreboding smile form on the younger boy's face.

"No, those were just the easy demands." Harry said with a smirk, "I want a Magical Vow you'll be my informant and follow my orders from now on. I also want you to teach me the Obliviation Spell and vow to never force yourself or rape another student."

Lockhart's face reddened with anger, "I thought you said you didn't care about that!"

Harry snorted, "I said I normally wouldn't. You see, you never know when someone could be useful to me. If I recruit someone and it turns out she's one memory cleansing spell away from a mental breakdown because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants, well I might find myself with the urge to see exactly how far your ligaments can stretch before they start to snap."

"A-And if I refuse to agree to this and leave?" Lockhart demanded, his tough tone failing completely after the offhanded way Harry mentioned what would likely be an incredibly painful, and crippling, method of torture.

"Then I kill you. You're not the type of man who can hide for long." Harry said without hesitation, but his eyes held a fire that told Lockhart that Harry would indeed kill him. He went on to say, "I just have to say that I found you raping a student, and you put up a fight and I was forced to kill you. Then not only will you be dead, but your reputation will be gone. You'll just be a little cliff note, some rapist the famous Boy-Who-Lived discovered and brought to justice."

"What about the girl?" Lockhart asked as he nodded towards the girl on the floor, still unconscious from Harry's spell.

"I'll deal with her." Harry answered, referring to his Mind Trick. Although he had finally mastered the skill, it still wasn't fully perfect. Unlike Obliviate his technique had a time limit; one week, but it was slowly becoming long over time. After that week was up the person would be free from whatever he'd done to them and go back to the way they were before. He once had one girl date someone who she hated, but once she was free from the spell she broke up with him, not knowing why the hell she had dated him in the first place. Harry was lucky that the Mind Trick was like a magically subconscious suggestion, where it was them who thought of it and not Harry. The only subconscious suggestion that seems to last were the ones that caused them to forget what they saw. But that lead to the second limitation, a person with a strong will or someone who knew Occlumency could fight against it. This was Harry's motivation for learning the Obliviate, so he had a perfect back-up if his Mind trick didn't work for whatever reason. There were of course ways around this as well, but he would work on those after, one step at a time.

Lockhart knew right away that he was trapped. "Fine, you win I'll do this, but what do I get out of this?" The older man asked.

"Apart from me not telling anyone and having me as an Apprentice making us both more famous, you can keep doing what you're doing, taking the credit for other people's work. I suppose I could also have a Simulacrum created for you if I'm satisfied with what you teach me and my friends."

Lockhart was stunned by the offer. While not ludicrously expensive a Simulacrum was definitely something only the wealthy would ever buy. A Simulacrum was a sort of artificial human that could be programmed to act and be whatever the user desired repeatedly. It was like owning your own Metamorphagus, only they didn't have any sort of soul or conscience, since their personality was set to whatever the user desired. If he owned one of them Lockhart would be able to play out almost every single fantasy he had without any danger of being caught.

Harry first heard about them from Daphne, who mentioned that many Pureblood Lords kept one or two around simply because of how useful they were, but he got even more information from Slytherin's library. While they couldn't take very complex orders when it came to things unrelated to sex (as that was indeed their main purpose and what the Charms that programmed them were oriented towards) they made the perfect recording device. Plant one in a popular area with simple orders to enjoy a cup of tea and act demure or not outstanding or eye catching in any way and they could spend the entire day dictating every conversation around them for future use.

"And if I get bored of it?" He sniffed, attempting to get more.

His tactic failed as Harry scowled at him. "Bullshit. Do not take me for an idiot. I know full well the possibilities are near endless with a top galleon Simulacrum. The only possible thing you can't do with it is duplicate it, but I never said you couldn't kidnap a Muggle girl for an afternoon. If you're good I suppose I could agree to send any little girls or boys that become too nosey for their own good your way, as long as I have no use for them." Harry suggested vaguely.

Lockhart was silent for several moments as he realized how non-restrictive his orders really were. They fit Harry's needs, but they left enough room for him to still get what he wanted. The rest of the year would still utterly droll and lonely, but the school year was mostly over anyway and he felt he could last just a few months dry.

"Very well, I accept." Lockhart said, cautiously moving his hand as the ice on it suddenly melted, massaging the feeling back into the cold appendage.

Harry watched the man give a Magical Vow that fit exactly what he needed and, satisfied with everything about the encounter, left the man, the unnamed girl slung uncaringly over his shoulder with his robes over her. He stopped to grab her clothes before leaving.

Halfway back to where he was going to leave the girl he had a sudden thought. Ducking into the closest abandoned classroom he sat the girl down in one of the chairs and hit her with a Re-enervate spell. The girl awoke with a start, looking around with fear filled eyes until she caught sight of Harry standing above her.

"Thank you so much for saving me!" She said, her voice cracking lightly. "I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you."

Harry had a different idea as to how this scenario would play out though, and put a bit of magic into his voice, using a mild Mind trick to act as a compulsion, "Why don't you give me a blowjob for saving your chastity?"

It took a few seconds for the compulsion to sink in, but it meshed well with the girl's natural desire to repay him and she nodded eagerly, letting his robe drop to the floor as she took two steps forward and knelt between his knees.

She began to lick Harry cock slowly, her hands reaching up to massage his balls. It became increasingly clear the girl knew her way around a blowjob as she descended lower and lower. Harry was incredibly pleased when she managed to get his entire length into her mouth and throat. She could only hold it there for a few seconds before she pulled back, coughing lightly and drooling, but she went right back to it without any action on his part.

He settled back in to enjoy himself. He would be modifying her memory later, but there was really no reason he couldn't enjoy her while he had her.

A plan he followed quite happily too, by the time he was done with her he'd ended up taking the chastity he'd protected earlier - internally shocked she still had it, considering how good her oral skills were - before using a more powerful Mind Trick to smother the evenings memories with more powerful ones of wandering the halls for a reason he left up to her mind.

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1st of June

A week later Lockhart had made the announcement to the school that he wouldn't be teaching Defence the following year, which many cheered about, but followed this up by declaring proudly that he would become the new Duelling Professor which Dumbledore agreed upon.

However, it was only a few days and already there was a snag. It seemed that Lockhart hadn't much more to teach the students, as he just knew the basics of duelling and adding his own style into it. Harry was a bit upset about this, seeing this as Lockhart pulling a fast one on him. But after some thought Harry got an idea and talked about this problem again with Lockhart the next chance he got.

Harry had smirked at him, his suspicions being correct, as Lockhart had indeed thought he'd pulled a fast one until Harry told him that over the summer he would have to take a crash course in duelling so he would have something new to teach. Lockhart wanted to argue, but he knew that Harry was right about it and so he cleared most of his schedule aside from his book signings and a few other things that wouldn't take long. He would be busier than he would have liked, but on the upside he would have a chance to make the announcement that Harry Potter would be his Duelling Apprentice, which would be good for him.

Apart for this there was the interesting news that Lucius Malfoy was sacked as school governor. No one was sure why he was sacked, but there were many rumours as to why, two of them were: he tried to blackmail some female student but it didn't work and he tried to curse her, but was caught and so fired. Another was that his son Draco was caught with illegal items, namely highly illegal potions and books on the Dark Arts, and was going to be put under Veritaserum to uncover any more illegal items, so to save his son he allowed himself to be removed as school governor. Harry was more inclined to believe the latter rumour, as he couldn't see the elder Malfoy coming all the way to Hogwarts for an illegal shag and then botching it up. Though he could be wrong, Magicals were infamously incompetent. But then again, it could be one of the other rumours that were flying about.

As a result of all this Draco was no longer strutting around the school like he owned the place, something that pleased Harry quite a bit. On the contrary, the Malfoy Heir looked resentful and sulky.

That wasn't all; just a few days ago all the petrified victims were finally given the cure. They were still confined to the Hospital Wing for a few days to get their strength back, but they were all okay. It would be today that they were going to be released, something Harry couldn't wait for. He was happy that his little slut was awake, and his public reunion with her didn't even come close to what he wanted out of a reunion. He had resisted his urges to sneak into the Hospital Wing solely because there were so many patients there alongside her, one of them even being a ghost, though Nearly Headless Nick was mostly sticking around for moral support, since he was instantly as healthy as a ghost could be once he was given the cure.

Harry's attitude was noticeably calmer, lending even more evidence to his friend's theory that he and Melody were together in some fashion, even if both denied it all. The Outcasts visited their friend often, Hermione almost never leaving as she filled her sister in on what had happened while she was out.

One last thing of note was that second years had to decide their third year elective courses. As each student in their third year must select at least two Elective Courses to pursue in addition to the core classes, these courses were to help in their future career. The Elective Courses were the following: Arithmancy, this was to learn about Spell Creation, altering spells or/and making new spells. Ancient Runes, this was to learn about Runes and what they could do, and help with the basics of Warding and Enchanting items. Care of Magical Creatures, this was to learn about how to take care of magical animal. Divination, this was to learn about how to tell the future. Muggle Studies, this was meant to teach how to act around Muggles in the Muggle World. Enchanting, with a crash course in the needed Ancient Runes for those who didn't take that class too, to learn how to make and enchant items. Healer Class, this was to learn about how to heal people and those who want to become a Healer, though it was more of a glorified first aid and anatomy class until about fifth year when things would start getting more serious. And lastly Symbology, which was a lot like runes with symbols, but it was used to fight and heal, instead of warding and enchanting items.

Most of these classes were either evening classes or weekend classes, and most students didn't like the idea apart for Harry and his group. After some thought, Harry decided to Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures, which were a weekday classes, and Enchanting and Symbology as they were weekend classes. He felt that these classes could be very useful for him in the future.

Susan and Hannah decided on Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Enchanting, Healer Class and Care of Magical Creatures. They also wanted to take Muggle Studies, but Harry and Hermione were able to stop them by telling them it would be useless seeing that they had friends who were raised in the Muggle World and could tell them more than a class that they heard was a waste of time. It was like this for the rest of the group too.

Su decided on Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Enchanting, Symbology, and the Healer class, barely managing to squeeze the last class in, but she was very fit and didn't mind sprinting halfway across the castle if need be. Daphne, Blaise and Padma decided to take the same classes; Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Enchanting and Symbology. Parvati took Divination, Care of Magical Creatures and Healer Class.

Hermione, as someone who wanted to learn everything about magic, wanted to take all the classes that they had. It took the Outcast hours of talking to Hermione to make her rethink her decision. Eventually the only argument that stuck was that Hermione would get so worn out she simply wouldn't be learning anything because she would be too tired, just drifting lazily and mindlessly from class to class like Ron was prone to do. They further soothed her by assuring her that she would have full access to copies of their notes for the classes she didn't take, so if she found herself with time she could do independent study. She didn't need to take the class to qualify for taking the OWL and NEWT, so as long as she kept at it she would be able to take as many of the exams as she felt she deserved to take. In the end she decided to take, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Enchanting and Healer Class.

Now it was Tuesday, late afternoon, and Harry was walking towards the Hospital Wing to meet up with her so he could show her the Chambers. He was within sight of the Hospital Wing entrance when he was suddenly pulled into an empty room. Harry was about to attack whoever pulled him into the classroom, when someone attacked his lips. Feeling a sense of familiarity in the lip lock, Harry returned it full force. When the other person finally pulled back it was revealed to be Melody, who didn't hesitate at all and dove back in with a moaned, "Oh Master."

Before it got too heated Harry pulled back and said, "Not here my pet, I know somewhere we can go to give us some more security. We've been lucky that we haven't been caught more than once."

"More than once?" Melody asked in shock.

"Ginny Weasley." Harry answered, "She was already inside one of the rooms hiding behind a desk when we were together. Don't worry, I've dealt with her and she won't say a word about us. Now, follow me, I've got something to show you." And with that the two of them headed towards the Chamber of Secrets at a brisk pace.

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Once they got to the Chamber they were joined by a few of the other Outcasts, who showed Meelody around the Chamber and got caught up more, telling her things that they couldn't in the Hospital Wing because the walls had ears. After they talked, they left to either go to their clubs or just go back to the Outcast Tower to do their homework so that Harry and Melody could talk alone and catch up.

Shortly after the Outcasts left, enough time to know that the others wouldn't be coming back, Harry and Melody quickly shed their robes. Melody was completely nude, while Harry only had a pair of trousers on. Gently pulling Melody to him, Harry quickly attacked her mouth with his own. She jumped up on him and wrapped her legs around his waist, letting Harry walk them towards the Master Bedroom.

~~~ Lemon Begins ~~~

Once inside Melody pulled back and pushed Harry onto the bed before she dropped to her knees. Swatting Harry's hand away from his belt buckle she gave a feral grin before nimbly removing the obstacle in the way of her prize.

Quickly unlatching the button on his pants she paused before slowly guiding the zipper's pin downward. Pulling his pants and briefs down she let out a low purr as his erection jumped out to bob in front of her face. Not bothering to look up she kept all her attention focused on the warm shaft in front of her. Licking her lips at the sight of the head already slick with pre-cum she couldn't help but smile. She finally realized how much she had missed being there for him to use however he liked, and she couldn't help the warm tingle pulsing in her chest at the thought of him fucking her in any manner he desired, maybe even punishing her for being out of commission for so long.

Fighting the urge to take him inside her mouth she glanced upwards with a sultry smirk. "Master, may I ask for a favour?"

"For you my dear, anything." A twisted grin formed on his face as ideas of what she might request played out in his head.

"Have you got the enchanted mirror connected to my mother's bedroom here?" She asked.

"I do." He summoned said mirror from the next room and casually levitated it over to hang on the wall. Giving a knowing grin he gazed down at her. "Now, why did you want to know?"

"It's Tuesday evening and we both know my father's gone out for his weekly drink with his friends." Melody explained to Harry, who remembered all too well that particular subject. "We also both know mother loves to spend these nights in her room masturbating. And, well, I would like it if we were watching mum as you take me."

"Oh aren't you a dirty little slut." Harry said with a lustful smile. He didn't mind in the slightest, it wouldn't be the first time Melody had asked for this.

"Yes Master I am, I'm your dirty little slut." Melody said submissively, taking pride and pleasure in her position. "So please let this dirty little slut show you how much she's yours as we watch mum."

"If that's what you want." Harry accepted, waving his hand over the mirror to activate it. Sure enough, Emma was once again in her room naked and masturbating.

Before Harry could say anymore about it, Melody began to lick his cock and balls, before she slid into her mouth inch by inch until her lips were touching his pubic hairs. She eased him out slowly, her cheeks hollowed as she suckled on him until just the head remained, repeating the slow but deep back and forth.

It had been quite a while since he'd enjoyed Melody's well trained skills, and so it only took a few more repetitions of this before he could take it no longer and slowly but surely began to lose control. It was minor at first, just a few bucks of his hips, but before too long he had a hand on either side of her head and was completely controlling her movements.

Melody, never one to let an opportunity go to waste when it came to pleasuring her Master, focused instead of working her lips, tongue and throat, letting Harry control the pace completely. She made absolutely certain he remained in her mouth, sucking so hard Harry doubted he could free his cock even if he wanted to for some strange reason, and instead ensured his pace remained the savage and rough throat fucking it had become. It became more savage as Harry saw Emma in the mirror fucking herself even faster. It was as if she could see what was happening on their side of things and was aroused by it, spurring her on to fall even deeper into the lust filled haze she was engulfed in.

Either way, seeing this and Melody giving the best blowjob ever, it didn't took long for Harry's cock to finally explode, and when it did Melody almost violently grabbed his ass both hands and held him close, milking him for every drop as he spurted stream after stream of seed down her throat. 'Damn, that was one of a hell of a blowjob.' Harry thought to himself. Melody was very skilled, mostly through practice, but she also had a natural affinity towards it - or maybe simply an affinity towards anything involving submission - but what she'd just done was amazing.

"If I didn't know better, I would think that you being petrified made you better at sucking me off." Harry said in lust.

As they were getting their breathe back, they looked in the mirror to see that Emma was also recovering. But after a few seconds, Emma moved off her bed only to return with her vibrator, and facing away from the mirror so that they could only see her ass and pussy. Emma placed her length of plastic in her ass, as once again she began to finger herself, looking back at the mirror with a lustful smile.

Melody only smiled as she saw this, as well as because of his breathless praise, and got up; pulling him with. He was about to say something when she laid on the bed. She was spread eagle, with one hand gently rubbing her already wet pussy while the other hand was massaging her chest, giving equal time to both of her firm breasts.

Harry could see the lust in her eyes as she said, "Please Master, fuck my slutty pussy hard."

He smiled as he climbed onto the bed, allowing her hand to guide his prick into her wetness. He'd already creamed a few times that day, thanks to Luna, so he had no trouble pumping his hardness into her without worry of climaxing too soon.

Remembering that Melody loved the doggie style, Harry pulled his cock out and rolled Melody over so she was on all fours. Without missing a beat he slid himself right back in, watching Emma as she pulled the vibrator in and out of her with one hand and fingering herself with the other, pumping Melody's eager hole in a rapid sawing motion. As he reached under her to rub her clit she caught her breath, "Make me cum Master. Make my slutty pussy cum, please."

It didn't take long at all before she clenched up, grunting cutely as he pinched her nub, and she got exactly what she wanted . "Thank you Master! Thank you!" She yelled.

Harry wasn't far behind, slamming his hips against her with a loud clap and issuing a more masculine grunt before unloading what felt like a quart of cum into her pussy.

She looked over her shoulder, smiling, and asked him. "Are you going to spank me now Master?"

Knowing how much Melody loved to be spanked, Harry raised his hand as he heard Melody sigh with delight before burying her head in the mattress. He swatted her bottom three times, still buried to the hilt inside her, Spank! Spank! Spank!

Melody took issue with this and pleaded, "Harder! Hit me harder Master. Make it hurt because I've been a bad girl." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Harry slapped her harder. He felt his cock stiffen even further inside of her as her pussy flexed around him with every hit, her bottom turning a bright red meanwhile.

Not able to hold himself back anymore, he briefly grasped her hips with both hands before he started hammering away at her pussy as fast as he could. As he was doing so he looked up in the mirror and saw that Emma putting more effort into and fucking herself faster to much the rhythm he was going at. Once he had a steady rhythm worked out and could move on of his hands he immediately did so, showing no restraint at all as he began slapping Melody's ass as hard as he could without toppling them over. Melody was sobbing like a little girl, which did nothing to stop her from having another loud orgasm and messy orgasm.

Harry was about to finish as well but pulled out at the last second, wanting to cum elsewhere. "Suck me! I want to cum in your mouth." She moved around, pushing him onto his back so she could get at to his cock easier. She swallowed his slimy cock to his balls, her tongue snaking out and licking eagerly at his sack, which felt utterly wonderful. Due to this she even got an exact forewarning when her Master was about to cum as she felt his balls tighten up. Demonstrating just how much stamina Harry had, his load was just as plentiful as it had always been and almost caused her to choke, but many months of experience had taught her how to handle it. Harry benefits in more than one way from this as her throat swallowed around his shaft, causing his upper body to fall back limply onto the mattress as the pleasure robbed him of the energy to remain upright.

"Thank you, Master." Was all Melody said as she lay there bathed in her own sweat, "I needed that badly."

"No problem." Harry replied with a warm smile as he laid next to her, one arm hung loosely around her, "I missed having you."

"Thank you Master." Melody said with a smile, and as she looked at the mirror she saw her mother asleep covered in her own cum, "It would seem that mum had a good time tonight too."

"Seem so." Harry agreed with a smile as he waved his hand to turn the mirror off, and not for the first time that night wondering if Emma was able to see them too.

Before he could say more he saw the shadows of someone's feet through the crack in the bedroom door. Melody moaned in disappointment as her Master got up and walked towards the door. A swiftly opened door revealed Luna. Blinking in surprise, Harry asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I was hoping to have some time with you and Melody, Master." Luna said simply.

For Harry this was a good idea, he wanted to see if the two would work well with each other, so he said, "Of course Luna come in."

Melody was shocked to see Luna here, and so Harry explained, "Mel, I forgot to tell you, whilst you were out Luna took your place so I wouldn't do something foolish."

"That's okay Master." Melody responded submissively, which made Harry smile, "I can't imagine how bad it must have been after a while."

"Would you mind if you and Luna had some fun together?" Harry asked.

"If that's what you want Master, I'm more than happy to try it with Luna," Melody once again said submissively, this time with a lustful smile as she thought about it.

"Me too, Master." said Luna with smile of her own.

"In that case Luna, don't be shy, come over and look more closely. You're welcome to touch as well." Harry suggested with a grin.

Luna climbed onto the bed and sat cross legged between Melody's legs and gazed transfixed at her pussy. She never seen another women's pussy before, and she realized that it was beautiful, and it was so inviting. As she was looking at it, her Master made another suggestion, "Don't just stare at it, why don't you examine it with your hands?"

"Yes Master," Luna said as she slowly pushed her finger into Melody's pussy, with Melody herself gently guiding Luna's fingers. The blonde slowly pulled her fingers out of Melody's pussy, which made the girl to moan in pleasure at the friction.

"Oh please Luna, faster." Melody moaned out, and Luna was all too happy to agree, and began to go faster and faster, pumping one, two, and eventually a full three fingers into Melody. So engrossed in her task Luna was taken by complete surprise as her fingers were squeezed and her hand was sprayed with a small amount of clear liquid. Luna looked up at the limp Melody, who looked blearily up at her and smiled, "That felt wonderful, thanks Luna."

"No problem Melody." Luna said with a cute smile.

"Luna, get on all fours and lick Melody's pussy." Harry ordered, highly turned on by the spectacle he'd just witnessed.

"Yes Master." Luna replied dutifully, moving to set herself on all fours before lowering herself to lick at the other girl's slit.

For several minutes Luna licked her way over every fold and intimate corner of Melody's pussy, and then she pressed the tip of her tongue ever so slightly into her. Melody was moaning appropriately, and encouraging the girl to do more of what she liked, teaching the slightly off-centre Ravenclaw how to please her.

As Luna was doing this, Harry stood behind Luna and held her hips. He was impressed when, as he slid himself cleanly inside of her, she didn't pause in what she was doing. In fact she dove even deeper into Melody's pussy, using her lips to stimulate her labia while her tongue penetrated her.

Smiling, Harry kept hold of Luna's hips and fucked her hard and fast. As a result Melody screamed out in pleasure, "Oh yes Master! Fuck her harder, her tongue feels great so deep within me. Keep going!" A request Harry was happy to comply with, and did so to the mutual moans of both Luna and Melody. Harry blew his load first, painting Luna's insides completely white, setting her off, who's vibrating moans and release of hot breath right on her clit triggered Melody's orgasm.

As the three finished cumming they laid down on the bed with Melody and Luna on either side of their Master with his arms around them both. As the three of them were laying there, Harry smiled as he said, "You girls were wonderful, but it seems my cock as gotten dirty, can you two clean it for me?"

"Yes Master," the two of them said at once, both looking just as eager as the other as they began to lick Harry's cock. By some unspoken agreement Melody took his cock while Luna handled his balls.

Harry felt wonderful, he'd dreamt of having a threesome for some time, and he had to say it was an amazing experience. It wasn't long before he was ready to cum again, so he gave another order, his voice low with arousal, "I'm going to cum girls, I want you to put it in one of your mouths and share it with the other by kissing."

Seeing as she was already in place Melody dipped her head and sucked her Master's cock into her mouth and begun to bob on it. Luna moved up, giving him a give as his hand jumped up to finger her pussy, with his free hand used it to fuck Melody's head even harder and faster. They moaned into each other's mouths as they both came once again, Harry unloading into Melody's waiting mouth and Luna clenching her thighs around his hand.

He and Luna parted and the blonde darted down to lock lips with Melody, sharing the cum as he'd ordered. As they were doing this, Harry couldn't help but think that it was a wonderful sight, what he was looking at, two young girls who would do anything for him kissing each other. He smirked as he noticed both had the same idea and their hands were reaching up to finger the other. He was truly blessed to have two girls who were so kinky.

~~~ Lemon Ends ~~~

Roughly an hour later they laid next to their Master, who drifted off to sleep with a warm, "That was wonderful…" and a smile. The girls only smiled tiredly at this, happy they were able to please their Master. Seeing as they were already in a compromising position that really couldn't be explained without admitting to being in a relationship, they remained nude, but cast a few cleaning charms.

Both of them were going to curl up at his feet, like proper pets, ready for when he would need her, but Luna stopped her, "You should sleep next to him." She said with a tired smile, "He's missed you deeply and it would be good if you slept next to him tonight so when he wakes you're the first thing he sees."

"If you sure, you can join us you know." Melody said with her own tired but fond smile.

"I know I could," Luna admitted, "but this is the first time in months that you two would be together. I think it would be for the best it was only the two of you for now."

"Thank you Luna." Melody said as she kissed Luna on the lips before she went to her Masters side and hugged him. And as she drifted into a lovely sleep, Harry as if he knew she was there, hugged her too. Smiling at the scene, Luna curled up near her Master's feet, as she followed the two into the land of dreams. Dreams of repeating what happened that night, and dreams of what they wanted to happen next.

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19th of June

Two weeks later threesomes had become a semi-regular happen stance. It would have been more, but they couldn't without the others getting more suspicious about the three then they were already were - luckily the three weren't caught that night. During the past two weeks, the school was a lot nicer toward them. Since the attacks stopped the other students were slowly becoming somewhat nicer towards them, but over the last two weeks they were trying to make nice and become their friends again. The Outcasts knew better, they knew that Gryffindor especially wanted the Gryffindor of the Outcasts backs so that they could have the best Quidditch Team back together. Apart for that, not much really happened, apart from Draco's failed attempts trying to get his power back over the students. Daphne, shocking, managed to relay the story of his failure without laughing herself silly. The same could not be said for her friends.

Now it was the last day of Hogwarts, and the students were happy about going home for the summer. So by ten o'clock in the morning, all of them had breakfast and were on the Hogwarts Express. It was around late afternoon when they were back in London, and back with their parents. Once Harry and the Granger girls met up with Emma and Dan, they went to get something to eat before returning to the Granger Household back in Winchester.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Authors Note:Here ends another chapter of Vulcan, I would like to thank you for reading and I hope that you keep on reading and enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing this. If you did or did not, I hope that you'll spare a few more minutes and review, as I would like to hear what you think of the story so far and any ideas you might have. I need ideas as to what you would like to see happen over the summer holiday, please help with that as I would like a few parts for the summer chapters.

Just so you know, they'll be going a nudist beach on the island of Lesvos, which is between Egypt and Greece. So any temples or other mythical places in those counties you would like Harry and the girls to go to, please let me know and I'll see what I can add. They'll be leaving a day or two after returning from Hogwarts, and will returning to England just after Harry's Birthday give or take a few days.

I would like to apologize for the long delay, I had a few health problems, which turned into a bit depression for a while, and not only that, when I was ready to write again my muse wasn't there to help me to write. I've also been helping a friend to write his own dark/evil Harry story. So once again I apologize for the long delay, I would like to say it won't happen again but I can't promise that.

I've got another Beta Reader who's helping with my story from the start, and he's been adding a few new plots into the story and a few OC's. Before you begin to moan about OC's being added, I would like to point out what a reviewer pointed out to me, so far all the characters in some form or another are dark, bash bait, or evil, there is no good characters that'll fight against evil for the light. So my new Beta Reader, going only by 'Sun', is trying to add a few good guys into the story to fight against evil for the light. I won't be posting these Beta Read chapters until it is caught up with the latest chapters.

Before people begin to bitch and moan about me adding some history and scrolls of Naruto, there's a reason for this. You see I was having problems with how Harry could learn skills from Naruto, so I decided that Naruto and his world once were real before it was destroyed. I hope you like how I did it, please let me know. Also, if you have ideas as to what Jutsu they could use, please let me know, I'm going to have Harry use Fire Jutsu mainly, for obvious reasons, but he will be using other Jutsu skills too. I'm looking for Forbidden Techniques for Harry to use, so any useful ones you can think of please let me know, especially if they're fire ones. If you can make new ones up, please let me know and I'll use them.

I'm also looking for a third year Sorting Song with this part: A House for those that the others won't take, either because of small mindedness or bigotry or both. It can be altered of course, but it has to have a line about a new fifth house where all the society outcast are welcomed, like vampires, werewolves and other outcasts, whom will be welcomes without question.

Question: Would it bother you if Harry shared some of his girls, the more non-important ones, with others? I'm planning to give Harry a Brothel, so he could earn money and to keep his men happy - but at the same time sleep with the women himself at times. Also, Harry is going to use some of his girls as tools, and send them off to other people and he'll sleep with girls who have boyfriends already.

Omake Request: I'm still looking for someone to do an Omake for this part:

Luna shook her head, cheerfully stating, "Oh no, I don't get what all the fuss is about. It's not like snakes talk about taking over the world." She looked suspiciously around before she leaned in and whispered, "That's what Owl's do!"

Harry laughed, finding the mental image of Supreme Commander Hedwig with a swagger stick in her mouth furiously barking out commands and slapping the stack against the map she'd set up with the attack plan on it, directing her troops to take over the US for their plentiful livestock. So many pigs, so much bacon…

I like the idea and I hope someone can write an Omake for it for me.

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