Chapter 25

Remus Lupin arrived back in England the next night. He apparated to the Ancestral Black home, where he walked in on a formal dance lesson. Orchestrated apparently by Walburga Black.

"Three, two, one. And again left foot forward and then to the side. Step…" She trailed off when she noticed Remus in the entrance of the parlor.

"Remus!" Sirius exclaimed and promptly released Luna to come and cuff his friend on the shoulder. "Well you look no worse for wear."

Smiling at the warm greeting he simply nodded to each person as they greeted him. Harry was the last, who grasped his forearm as ancient warriors once did. "So I'm glad to see all of you here and safe. We were quite worried about the maniac there." He said, gesturing to where Sirius stood to the side. "Lord Nicholas Furieux sends this reply." He said, handing the letter to Lord Black.

"Sorry, I couldn't stand being so isolated any longer."

"Oh, don't start, you needed to be around…" Remus found himself trailing off when he noticed the three young girls waiting to hear what he had to say, while Marlene, Hermione and Daphne scowled at him. Now that was a scary combination, even for a werewolf. "Never mind. Just glad we're all back to England and together."

"And that's an excellent reason for a toast!" Sirius said while his wand directed the drinks being served from the bar in the nook beside the kitchen. When the glasses were hovering in front of each person he spoke again. "Butterbeer for those under seventeen."

"Alright." Hermione finally agreed and took her glass which prompted the rest to do so.

"To friends, both old and new. Thank you." Sirius said, surprising everyone with the sentiment.

"To friends." Harry said loudly and was quickly echoed by everyone. They drank a quick toast.

"Back on track, Remus, why don't you work with Astoria?" Marlene said and walked to the front of the room.

When drinks were safely on tables and they were all back in position for the dance, Walburga resumed.

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The next evening was a formal dinner with Lord and Lady Greengrass. Sirius had read through the letter from his fellow Lord in his study, with Harry and Marlene over his shoulder. The date for his trial had been set and he was expected back at the French Lord's manor after a week-long 'vacation' back in his native land. Remus had brought the original portkey they had used with him. Lord Furieux, had moved the wall that had caused them both such injury upon their arrival. Sirius accepted the date with only a mild grumble, recognizing the fact he had to get the trial over with before he could be of any assistance to his godson.

Lord Greengrass and his wife arrived promptly at five.

Sirius Black, dressed in his formal robes, greeted his fellow lord in the entrance hall. "Malcolm, Celeste, it is a pleasure." He said, shaking hands with Lord Greengrass, before gently kissing the knuckles of his Lady's hand.

"And you Sirius." Malcolm said with a tightly controlled nod.

"You have of course met my Heir and Godson, Lord Harry James Potter-Black." He said, gesturing to Harry who quickly repeated his actions of greeting his in-laws-to-be.

"With him is Consort Potter." Sirius said, and Malcolm kissed Hermione's knuckles lightly.

"And finally we have the Lady McKinnon, Spear of the Light." Sirius finished as now Malcolm kissed Marlene's knuckles and his Lady brushed fingers with her.

"Lene!" Celeste said and hugged her younger sister while eyeing the Spear of the Light. "You did it?" she asked in wonder as she pulled away.

"I have." Marlene said, holding the Spear up as though presenting it before turning somber. "Father has been released from his curse."

"Oh," Celeste said with a solemn bowing of her head.

"To complete the introductions." Sirius interrupted. "This is my longtime friend Remus Lupin. This is Luna Lovegood, whom I hear is now a Ward of House McKinnon. And this is Ginevra Weasley, or Potter, as she may prefer it. Ward of House Potter."

"Yes thank you. Greetings everyone, I hope all is well." Malcolm said, thus ending the formal greeting.

"Dinner will be ready shortly." Daphne said, in her role as the Lady of the House. "In the meantime we can gather in the Parlor."

"Certainly." Celeste said and stepped beside her elder daughter to walk into the adjoining room.

Once everyone was sitting around the room, Sirius stood by the portrait of his mother. "I'm not sure as to your agenda Malcolm, but for myself, I must first state that your elder daughter has exceeded all of my expectations and the family magic has welcomed her."

"Really?" Malcolm said.

"I am the Lady of this House." Daphne said from her place between Harry and Hermione.

"Of course." Malcolm said, though no one was quite sure what he meant by that.

"So your ties to House Black are confirmed and I will formally make the announcement in the first session after I am a free man."

Malcolm's eyes went wide and he sputtered briefly before managing to stand and bow to Sirius. "A hearty thank you Lord Black." He said before re-seating himself beside his still shocked wife.

"That session is likely Yule as I have to be cleared by an international trial in Belgium." Sirius said.

"Dinner be served." Kreacher said from the doorway to the dining hall.

Everyone filed in, the heady aroma pulling them into their chairs in short order.

"Eat, we will discuss business when our repast is concluded." Sirius said from his place at the head of the table.

Everyone's favorites seemed to be on the table in front of them, from Harry's own Yorkshire Pudding to Luna's custard.

As the last deserts were finished, Marlene addressed the younger girls. "You are free to retire to your chambers for the next hour. Please help Astoria pack her things, otherwise you are free."

"Yes, thank you." Luna said and quickly got to her feet, she virtually dragged the other girls from the room.

"It looks like they have all been getting along well." Celeste said, looking fondly over her shoulder in the direction the giggling girls had gone.

"Oh, certainly." Hermione said. "There was a bit of tension at first, but they found their common ground."

"Good, I was worried about Story." Celeste said.

"Shall we retire to the Parlor for afters?" Sirius asked. "Or we can remain here if that is agreeable."

"I see no reason to move." Malcolm said as the table was cleared and a small glass appeared in front of everyone.

"Brandy for those seventeen and older, tea for the rest." Sirius explained before taking up his own glass and sniffing the aroma before sipping lightly. "Ahh." Escaped his lips when he put the glass down.

"Thank you." Malcolm said after his own slight taste of the amber liquid. "As to the reason I wished to have this meeting." He said, glancing at Harry. "I am aware that a great conflict is imminent and wished to state that I would support both the House of Black and Potter. I now amend that to also include the House of McKinnon." He said, tipping his head in Marlene's direction.

"I believe we can all be of assistance to one another." Marlene said. "My family has been waging war for a very long time. I am fully capable of my family's magic." She said, pointing over her shoulder where the Spear stood glowing softly. "As you are aware Daphne has been my apprentice, we have endeavored to train both Harry and Hermione. They are quick to learn and individually quite powerful. Together the four of us are just beginning to learn how to work together. I recommend we form another group, with Remus, Sirius, Malcolm and Celeste. The four of you should practice fighting together. I have a practice chamber at my castle that can assist."

Everyone sat and sipped their drinks, while they absorbed that information.

Malcolm looked pointedly at his wife who slowly nodded and then finished her brandy. "We shall make ourselves available for this." She said to Marlene. "But the younger girls must not be left unschooled."

"Yes." Harry said, nodding firmly. "We are still in search of a fourth for their team, but yes, they will certainly learn how to defend themselves. I am a target, anyone associated with me will also be one."

"And on that note." Marlene said, getting everyone's attention. "I have accepted the Defense Against the Dark Arts post for the coming school year."

Those who hadn't heard this yet gasped while the remainder clapped politely.

"Albus has agreed that I will have free reign to hunt evil, even within his walls." Marlene said and finished her own brandy.

"Won't that drive some families to the enemy?" Malcolm asked.

Marlene shrugged.

"Regardless, my class will teach teamwork and combat tactics to help the children survive and escape any encounters."

"Yes." Malcolm said. "You know I heard a rumor several weeks ago. That Minister Fudge was going to appoint his Senior Undersecretary. The same woman you slapped Daphne. As the Defense Instructor. I doubt her classes would be anything more than reading an ineffectual text book."

After the laughter died down, Daphne cleared her throat. "Speaking of the pink frog-woman."

"Yes," Her father said. "I recommend we do not challenge her further. The—"

Daphne jerked to her feet, blazing in anger. "We will end that worm!" She bit off each word with absolute finality.

After his daughter's violent reaction Malcolm merely leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and looked at her.

No one said anything for a moment and then Hermione stood to pull Daphne into a gentle hug. The beautiful blonde resisted for a moment, waiting for someone to agree with her, finally when no one did, she twisted and collapsed into the brunette's welcoming arms.

Surprising no one, she didn't cry, merely closed her eyes and held tightly to Hermione as they slowly walked into the Parlor.

"Why don't you think it's a good idea?" Harry managed to ask the adults at the table. Seeing as not even Marlene had agreed with Daphne.

"For one, she is under arrest." Marlene said. "We'd have to wait for her trial and, assuming she is convicted, her release from Azkaban. At that point it would be a terrible move politically. No, the fact is that Dumbledore is far more powerful politically than any of us and he nailed her. She won't get out of it."

Malcolm nodded. "As I was going to say. The Wizengamot will convict her of her crime. The Minister will terminate her employment. She is finished, and not worth our time."

Harry nodded, now seeing their point. "If you'll excuse me." He said and slid his chair back to stand. "I've got to go."

When Sirius nodded sharply he fled the room.

Harry found his ladies sitting at the base of the grand stairs, heads bent closely together with their long hair obscuring most of their faces.

"Sorry." He said and knelt in front of them, lightly touching each of their legs.

They jumped when he touched them and quickly turned to look in his direction, showing that they had both been crying.

"Sorry." He repeated and moved to put an arm around each of their shoulders.

This time they leaned into him and hugged him back.

Marlene knelt behind him and put her arms around them all. "It's alright, Umbridge will get her punishment, Dumbledore had the proof." She whispered into her niece's long hair.

"Yes. I get it." Daphne finally said. "I just felt so insulted when she said those things about Harry and I." She turned to look pleadingly at her aunt. "Why am I so angry about these things?"

"It's your McKinnon blood. We do not suffer fools lightly." Marlene said gently. "As evidenced by my earlier diatribe against Lord Black and Mr. Lupin."

"Oh yes, I remember that well." Harry said and slowly stood. "Now can you ladies finish the evening or are you going to retire now?"

Hermione and Daphne shared a quick glance, and the brunette answered. "We'll retire to your suite for now. Call us when Astoria is leaving."

"Sure." Harry said and helped them to their feet. When they walked up the stairs he escorted Marlene back to the dining room, where the others were still in conversation.

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The next morning they made their way to downtown London to collect their jewelry order from Hirschfelds on Hatton Gardens. The proprietor was quite proud of the collection of custom jewelry. Each of the women picked up a few additional pieces, mostly bracelets or earrings. Luna was shown the necklaces by Marlene and she chose three, each with a different pendant upon it. Marlene again had to pay the bill, as she was the only one with a credit card. Harry grumbled but she merely laughed and found him a thick 'manly' gold bracelet, adding it to the bill and handing it to her new Consort.

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Lunch found them at McKinnon Castle. They were greeted by Katie Bell upon entering the dining hall. "I heard you lot came here, but I've been here for three days now and haven't seen you." Katie said after bounding over to them.

"Hi Kate." Hermione said, and gave the older Gryffindor a tight hug. She was actually fairly close to Katie Bell, they could have been in the same year, their birthdays were less than a month apart, with Katie making the cut to enter Hogwarts and Hermione just missing it. "We've had a few disruptive days, but we're back today. Do you know Daphne, Luna and Marlene?"

"I met Lady McKinnon briefly the other day with Gin." Katie said, turning fairly formal and when Marlene offered her hand she remembered to brush her fingers across hers.

"Please, you are a resident of my home. Call me Marlene." The Hit Witch said and nodded to Valarie over Katie's shoulder.

"Thank you Ma'am. I mean Miss. Ugh, Marlene, thank you." Katie said after fumbling with her words.

Hermione laughed before continuing the introductions. "This is Daphne Greengrass, Betrothed to Harry as he is now the heir to house Black. I'm his Consort for House Potter."

"Yes, I read about that in the Prophet." Katie said, looking critically at the famous Ice Queen who merely stood impassively beside Harry and offered her hand to Katie.

The offer was quickly accepted by Miss Bell. "Anyone who can help this lot stay out of trouble is a welcome addition. Congratulations Ladies." She said and then turned to Luna.

"Luna Lovegood." The blonde Ravenclaw said.

"You're Ginny's friend from Devon right?" Katie asked, looking at Ginny who nodded.

"Yeah, she's in Ravenclaw, my year." Ginny added with an arm over her friends shoulders.

"Yes," Katie said with a nod. "If you're hungry, lunch was served just before you arrived." She said, looking to them.

"Good, I'm starved." Harry said and maneuvered Daphne into the nearest bench before offering a hand to Hermione who left a space between herself and Daphne for him.

Shortly everyone was seated at the table, Katie and Valarie had moved their plates over as well.

"Val, I'd like to drag you along with me as my assistant at Hogwarts?" Marlene asked.

Mrs. Norwood's eyes went wide a moment as she laughed. "You want me teaching?"

"Yes." Marlene said firmly. "I know it means you won't be out hunting, but we've got a unique opportunity."

"Oh, I'm in." Her fellow Hit Witch said with a broad grin. "Do they know what they're in for?" she stage-whispered, glancing at the youth at the table.

"Yes, they have a fairly good idea. We've been practicing for several weeks now." Marlene said and turned her attention to her meal.

"What?" Katie softly asked when no one explained it to her.

"Come down to the practice chamber after lunch and see what my Aunt has in mind." Daphne said, lightly touching the back of Marlene's closer hand.

"I didn't know that you were related." Kate said, but when both women looked at her with the same expression she continued with a laugh, "Though now I see it quite plainly. Sure, I'd love to see what's going on."

Fortunately the practice hall was nearly as large as the dining hall of the castle, it measured about a hundred meters square and twenty tall. They would be able to spread out and practice in smaller groups.

"Kate, Ginny, Luna, come over here." Marlene said, directing them to a walled off section that consisted of long lanes with targets at the far end. "You can use basic stunners if you like, but I prefer the piercing hex. They will try to dodge. See if you can get them all within thirty seconds."

"Wow, that's fast." Ginny said, looking at the six targets a dozen meters away.

"Daphne?"

"Sure Aunt M." Daphne said and stepped into the live range, drawing her wand as she did. Instantly the six silhouettes began shifting left to right and slightly closer or further away.

Daphne's arm came up and six silent piercing hexes shot off as fast as she could manage. This was an exercise she had done since she could remember and was one of the main reasons she was always so precise with her spells.

From left to right, the targets were each struck in the neck by the piercing hex, they immediately collapsed forward onto the floor of the range and lay still. Within fifteen seconds the last had fallen.

"Wow." Katie said from just outside of the range.

"Well done." Marlene congratulated her niece with a smile. The targets got up, moved back to their starting position and were repaired by the magic of the range.

"I've been doing that since I was eight or so." Daphne said to the stunned girls. "It helped me a lot with my accuracy."

"I'll watch over them here ladies." A deep male voice spoke up.

"Mr. Norwood." Kate said quickly in greeting as the tall man gave Valarie a quick hug.

"Kate, girls. I'm Richard Norwood, Valarie's husband. I'll help them here so the rest of you can move on to why you're here."

"Thank you Richard. This is Ginny, and Luna." Valarie said, introducing the girls he hadn't met yet before stretching up to kiss her husband's cheek.

"Now the first thing is to forget what you just saw." Mr. Norwood said to Katie, Luna, and Ginny. Then Harry was too far away to make sense of the words and had to focus on the course before them.

They had done this a few times, but he was far from used to it. They started with stretches, jumping jacks, and running in place. And then the four of them took off into the course.

Harry thought this first part resembled a muggle dirt bike course, with steeply banked earth walls. The earth was soft, his boots sunk in several inches making running very hard, but he knew it only got worse. They came to a ruined castle wall and he leapt to the top, lying down across it to give first Daphne and then Hermione a hand up and over. He grabbed Marlene's hand and rolled off the wall into the castle, Marlene used the tug to launch herself over the wall and land beside him.

"Now that was too practiced." Valarie said from a perch over them. "I'm changing the settings on you."

"No." Harry groaned while he stood and the girls watched the perimeter, this was where the course turned violent, or it would on their second time through it. The first time through it was just exercise. Nothing more than a work out. But on the second round the targets would activate. At least that's what normally happened. Who knew what Mrs. Norwood would change?

The ruined castle gave way to the charms corridor of Hogwarts, the wide hallway had many doors and turned continually, preventing them from seeing if anyone was ahead of them until they were almost upon them. During later stages it made for a tense progression. Having to verify the rooms were empty of foes before proceeding forward.

Each subsequent trip through the course would add more opponents and obstacles. For now, they sprinted around the curved hall, Harry's boots clomped loudly compared to the sharp rap of Daphne's heels or Hermione's more sensible trainers. Marlene sounded like she was running in her bare feet, though she wore heels similar to her niece's.

The end of the Charms corridor funneled them into a tight spiral stairs, up into the Astronomy tower, but when they reached the top, they were back at the beginning of the course, slogging through the thick earthen track.

"Alright, on your toes." Valarie called down to them.

Several short stone walls had been added, alternating sides and providing cover for an opponent to hide. Harry took point, wand in hand. Not because he was best at this, but simply because he felt he should.

It was a stupid way to decide things, but he was male and they allowed him his foibles. He also served to flush out the targets, coming upon them suddenly so both he and they were too surprised to do much. That left them vulnerable to a quick spell from the trailing girls, which ultimately worked quite well.

Harry passed the first two walls at a dead run, then dove over the third, casting a bludgeoning hex back towards it. He was right in that a black silhouette was crouched behind the wall, but it was back in the corner, not at the open end, so his spell splashed against the rough stone and he landed in a heap on the soft earth.

Daphne leapt atop the wall, spotted the target starting to stand and put a piercing hex through its forehead.

Hermione and Marlene were already crouched by the tall wall that led them into the ruined castle.

"It was there." Harry said as Daphne leapt to his side and grinned at him.

"Got to get you that Basilisk armor so you can be our meat shield." Hermione said in a soft husky tone that went straight to his cock as he struggled to his feet.

"Later." Marlene said and grabbed the top of the wall with her left hand. She glanced back at Daphne who took a running leap at the wall while her aunt surged up and over.

Hermione jumped, but her fingers slipped off the top of the wall and she fell backwards with a squeal.

Harry tried to catch her and they ended up buried in the thick earth. It took him a minute to get his breath back and help her up.

"Are you two alright?" Marlene's voice came from the other side of the wall.

"Just a minute." Hermione said as she stood beside the wall and put her foot in Harry's cradled hands. A moment later he launched her upwards. This time she was able to land on the top of the wall and fall over it. He heard her grumbling as he jumped up, catching the wall with both hands to haul himself over it.

"More running for you two." Marlene said once Harry was safely on their side of the wall.

Hermione nodded and drew her wand as Harry got to his feet, trying to brush the earth off of his hands.

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An hour later Harry was floating contentedly in a hot tub with Hermione. "Ugh." She articulated, mirroring his own sentiment. Each of their workouts had resulted in them barely conscious, dirty, and bruised. This was no different. Fortunately for them Marlene's quarters included this wonderful muggle invention for relaxing sore muscles. He had thought they would be doing better, this was their sixth or seventh time at this.

Course not. Harry two said in his head. It gets harder as you get better. Didn't you notice the wall was taller or the targets were firing back?

Well, yes he had noticed them at the time, but had been too busy to assimilate those facts.

Then Daphne and Marlene slipped into the frothing water with them and his pain immediately lessened. The fact that Marlene pulled him into a warm embrace against her nude body had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Sure buddy. He heard in his head and chose to ignore the jibe to instead kiss the surprisingly-sensitive neck in front of him.

Beside them Daphne was lazily French-kissing Hermione into oblivion and for once the brilliant girl didn't seem to care that she was losing the ability to think.

Harry Potter was about as close to contentment as he ever thought he'd be. Just wait until all the sprog start arriving. Two said, causing Harry to laugh and Marlene look at him in question.

"Sorry, tickled." He said, tapping a bundle of her hair that was brushing his shoulder.

"Oh?" She asked with a mischievous grin.

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Malfoy would mean something again. That's why they were doing this. Draco thought to himself. He once thought that the Dark Lord would see them respected above all others, now they were hiding in France. The worst part was that they were relying on his mother's Black family heritage for their safety.

His father was bound, like a house-elf, to that madman. Lucius had spent the last decade trying to forge his own faction. Now that his original master had returned he could only support him or die. So he had sent Draco and his mother away with very specific directions, revive the house of Malfoy.

When Draco turned sixteen he would be granted the title, his father didn't expect to live out another year. "Draco get in here." Narcissa called.

"Not again."

"Boy, I did not spend that money for you to lie about."

"No, you did it for yourself."

"I heard that. You want a mistress, that isn't happening until I know you know what to do with one."

"Yes Mum." Draco said and walked into the bedroom.

At least she no longer looked like herself. That first time still sent shivers down his spine. And what she said hadn't made it any better. She was still blonde, but now wore the body of a buxom sixteen year old witch.

His mum hadn't worn a stitch of clothes since the ritual that had granted him enhanced masculinity. He was considerably taller, which still caused him some pain in his joints, and had gained a stone in muscle.

She licked her pink lips, her tits shook in anticipation, eyes locked between his legs, where his newest feature swung heavily.

The thing was constantly hard, one of the side-effects of the ritual was thirty days of need. And he'd been forbidden from jerking off. So had spent the last three weeks learning just how to use it in, as his mum put it 'all the ways a woman provides.'

Before she had transformed, she'd tried to suck him off, but the sight of his mother's lips wrapped around him had cause him to deflate. She'd blamed his father's babying of him. When she was growing up in the Black household she had been expected to suck the cock of any male in the family. He should have been exposed to the same, but she'd allowed his father to have his way.

When she wasn't speaking he could imagine it was someone else, like the perfection that was Daphne Greengrass. Which is where this had all started. He'd heard of her betrothal to Potter and lamented he wanted a mistress too. It had all been nothing more than a status symbol to him, arm candy as his mother had said. But this was entirely different. Sex was a lot of work.

"Show me you remember your lessons." She said and lay down on the bed, pulling her legs wide open and beckoning him forward.

He couldn't wait to try this with another woman and compare them, but his mother's cunt tasted delicious. He dove in, being careful to tease and cause her to mewl in anticipation. He'd learned these lessons very well and her reaction was all the proof he needed.

Draco eased off, twice, before eventually allowing her to cum. She gushed her honey into his waiting mouth, and he eagerly swallowed it down.

"Now you'll do what I tell you to." He husked.

"Yes," she whispered, eyes half-closed.

"Turn over, spread yourself."

She was too slow to move, so he slapped her hip. She yelped but got into the position he wanted, ass in the air, with her face and tits buried in the sheets. Her long nails dug into the soft flesh of her ass as she groped and pulled hard.

Her cunt opened before him and he slipped his weapon into its sheath in a single thrust.

She grunted, but shoved back on him hard enough to stay in position.

Draco's hands seized her hips, the perfect handles for a good solid fuck, and began to jack-hammer himself into her hyper-sensitive hole.

Narcissa grunted and groaned, wanting this to never end and proud of his dramatic improvement over the last few weeks. Merlin he filled her!

He'd need two mistresses to keep up with him by the time he could have them. Well the contract with Parkinson was finalized. Maybe she could negotiate with Lord Furieux for the girl whose body she now wore? Something to think about once they were back in their own bodies after next week. The girl would have to carry the child to term regardless, and that would be right about Draco's sixteenth birthday.

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The Black portkey back to France ended fairly gently. Both Sirius and Remus were able to remain on their feet, where last time they had smashed into a wall, leaving Sirius unconscious for several days.

"Ah, welcome back." Lord Furieux said. "Since you've both demonstrated a desire to complete this process, you are no longer restricted to the west wing."

"Thank you." Sirius said while thinking he would finally find some female flesh to enjoy.

"Though you are still not allowed access to the third floor, as that is my families private quarters." He continued as though reading Sirius' mind.

"We thank you Lord Furieux." Remus said and jabbed Sirius in the ribs.

The next morning Remus was wandering the large complex when he came across a tall blonde woman sitting in the garden. She seemed familiar, but he was certain he would remember meeting such a beautiful woman. Besides this was the French branch of the House of Black, everyone seemed to have Sirius' cheekbones!

"Good morning. Or should I say Bonjour?"

"Bonjour, is fine Monsieur." She said in a very soft voice. "Though I am French, I am fluent in English as well as German and Italian."

"Ah, I myself speak but English and German." Remus said and moved to sit on the bench beside her, though paused to gauge her reaction.

"Please join me." She said, patting the seat with a fine-boned hand.

"I am Remus Lupin." He said once he'd settled.

"Yes, the friend of the English Lord Black." She said, though he didn't like the implications of the emphasis she put on the word friend.

"Mademoiselle, I detect a meaning that I wish to clarify in your speech." Remus said, causing her left eyebrow to lift in question. "I assure you that Sirius and I are merely friends, and that my interest lies solely with the fairer sex."

Her hand came to rest on his forearm, fingers curling tightly around his muscles. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear that Monsieur Lupin."

With a sudden grin he relaxed, he'd caught her scent, so close to a bitch in heat. "And what would your name be mademoiselle?"

"Amanda Furieux, Lord Furieux is a distant cousin of mine, and I am thirty seven, if you are wondering." She said, not loosening her grip on his arm. She wasn't really sure how old this body was that she wore, but it had to be old enough for her son to be fifteen, so it was a decent guess.

"What brings you out here?" He asked.

"I grew tired of reading in my chamber." She said, indicating a French text beside her on the bench.

Remus couldn't read the title, but the series of Elder Futark runes on the cover gave it away. "You study runes?"

"Oui. It is my favorite. The elegance of a perfect runic array is both beautiful and functional." She said happily.

"Yes, and the carving is the most important part. One must have a steady hand and clear vision."

She nodded, causing her blonde hair to bob forward and back. "Oui, my instructors say I have a good eye."

They talked for the majority of an hour. Remus found himself drawn into the woman's enthusiasm for her subject. She certainly knew much more about runes than he did, but then again he'd focused on Defense and Creatures.

Amanda bit her lip and grinned up at him through a curtain of her hair. "I've heard that you are, like your name."

"What Loopy?" he joked, causing her to laugh lightly, but shake her head.

"No, my apologies. I do not mean to joke. You are a Were, are you not?" She said, leaning close and whispering the last sentence, not that anyone was around them to hear her though.

"Yes." He admitted, France had much better laws regarding people like him, and it was only a few more days before he would transform.

"Super bonne!" She said excitedly. "Are you…" she suddenly trailed off and instead of speaking planted her lips against his.

Her surprise attack left him stunned and he failed to respond until she was pulling away, pouting. He didn't let her pout long, following her and kissing her full lips fervently. She mewled and melted into his authoritative kiss.

"Yes, please." She whispered when they broke apart. She curled into him, forming her body to his along the bench, while looking meekly down at his bulging crotch.

"You want me to command you." Remus said, the animal in him lead him to this conclusion so he said it as a statement. "Then you will obey me."

"Certainement." She said a bit louder and nodded her face against his broad chest.

Remus caught her chin and guided her to look up. "Then you will right now remove your panties and hand them to me." He ordered, looking hard into her eyes.

Amanda blushed but nodded before standing and placing one of her sandal-clad feet on the bench. She then reached up under her long skirt and moments later presented him with a pair of wet, frilly, pink panties. "Master." She said, presenting the small pink wad as though it were a gift.

Remus Lupin was the silent Marauder, often called the brains of the outfit. But he was also a Werewolf and like an Animagus, subject to some traits of his beast. This close to his transformation it was even more pronounced. Presented with the intense scent of her dripping sex, any misgivings vanished. He growled, deep in the back of his throat. Her eyes went wide, but she did not flinch away.

A quick flick of his wand and they were under a Notice-Me-Not spell. He grinned, took the panties and stuffed them in her mouth before pulling her into the nearest shrubbery.

She made a startled squeak but the panties muffled that quite well. Then she was on her knees in the grass, her dress tossed up over her back, exposing her garter-framed white ass and bald cunt.

He pushed her head down into the soft grass and the head of his cock rubbed against her weeping hole. Moments later he was entering her.

One of the benefits of being a Were was his incredible stamina. He could go for hours, repeatedly. They didn't have time for that now, so he focused on pounding his hard cock into her dripping cunt.

Amanda was mewling again, but he let her as she wasn't protesting in any way. She tried to get her hair and dress out of her face, but he just slapped her ass and told her, "No." That was the end of her independent actions. She thrust back in time with his thrusts forward, skewering herself to the hilt on every cycle.

Then her tunnel was fluttering around him and suddenly she was drenching him with a flood of her juice as she came.

He slapped her ass again, "Good pet." He said and emptied himself deep inside her.

Remus wasn't deflating, he could easily do two or three more rounds, but didn't feel comfortable doing that here in the garden. He pulled back, slowly exiting her tunnel. She clenched down on him, sealing herself as he retreated.

Then she was spinning, using her mouth to clean his cock. She laved the head and engulfed its length, trying to take it down her throat, but she gagged and had to relent. She continued to lick and suck and had him completely clean in a minute.

Only then did she retreat, going back to her knees, looking up at him through her messy hair.

"Someone has trained you well pet. But I'm claiming you now." Remus said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master, thank you." She said without hesitation or resentment in her tone.

"Now, let's clean up." He said while drawing his wand.

She put her hand over his, "Please do not clean me out or cast the prevention spell. It is my desire to bear you children."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Master, please."

He didn't answer directly but his wand fixed her hair and removed the dirt from her dress, face, and hands as she stood.

"My quarters are on the third floor. You may access them by a secret passage behind the third bookshelf in your wing. The password is 'Toujours Pur' of course. I will be waiting there to show you the way to my rooms in thirty minutes."

"I shall see you soon pet." Remus said and closed his trousers before casting the cleaning spell on himself.