Godfather and Godson

by Mark Ward1

Sirius Black was always said to be a playboy. What if he taught his godson a bit of his trade. A more mature and savvy boy-who-lived heads off to Hogwarts for his fourth year. (Harry X Multi, Lemons)

14. Fourteen

Bonus – Narcissa Malfoy(R-18)

Read Chapter 60 Before!

"You know you can tell a lot by someone's seed!"

"Oh really?" he asked with a grin as he was back up before he knew it, there was after all much he needed to explore.

"Yes," she answered with a sultry smile, "Like that you are ready for another round."

"Must say, you really do know your stuff, huh?" he joked as he picked her up with his strong powerful arms and pushed her against the wall.

"You are so right..."

Once again, Harry gives her exactly what she wants as he thrusts his big, fat cock without any foreplay as he wastes no more time in penetrating her needy little cunt, and proving once and for all just how big of a man he really was.

As Harry drives deep into her, Narcissa lets out a loud, wanton moan, clearly enjoying his tool being deep inside her tunnels. Harry then truly begins in earnest as he starts thrusting her, and he grins wickedly while he also grabs hold of the beautiful and dangerous woman's waist and goes at it.

Her boobs slicked with his pre-cum bounces and jiggle wildly as Harry fucks her against the wall. Her entire body ends up being jarred with every thrust into her deepest cores.

Harry could tell with how her eyes pop out a bit with each of his long and hard thrusts that Malfoy could never measure up to him in size nor in technique. The way he fucked her nonstop with every last inch of his cock, his hefty ball sack slapping up against her ass cheeks, and reaching all the hard places that no one has ever done or scrached.

It's nonstop fucking fun for the stacked blonde nobled woman, and she just couldn't stop cumming all over his cock as he showed her what real mind-blowing sex felt like.

"Ahhh how do you like it, bitch?" Harry asks with a grin that splits his face. "You never received such a good fucking huh? Did husband dearest not give you what you really needed. So, you had to come to me instead?"

Smiling up at him as she came out of her surprise at how Good he just felt inside of her, she replied with no hint of shame or anger, "I guess he never did with his little micro penis. And I must say," she whispered to him as she cupped his face, "of all the lovers I have taken over the years, you are truly the most filling of the lot in so much ways than one."

Looking at her, Harry knew she was dangerous, one of those women who would swallow you whole if they could. But he wasn't any old man, he was Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, and he was going to show this whore what was what.

With one single hard and brutal thrust, Harry was back on he road, and the move must have been such a shock to Narcissa who didn't expect him to move so hard that her eyes widened and then rolled back in her head as she came on the spot once more

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight.…" he grunted under his breath as he had nearly his whole prick up in her.

She cried out happily, her hips bouncing back against his cock and the rest of her frame spasming and shaking under him.

Eventually Narrics got a hold of herself as she found some semblance of control, but Harry didn't slow his pace at all as he railed into her with all the considerable force he could muster.

In no time at all, she was cumming yet again, whining as she looked back at Harry, completely in awe of just how manly the wizard was. Not wanting to be beaten into submission by him, Narcissa started to use her control over her pussy muscles that she developed with all the men lined up for her. The beautiful woman did her best to clench down all along Harry's thrusting shaft, biting her lower lip in concentration as she worked to milk his release from him.

Her insides clench and cling to him, right up until he breaks all control she tries to gain over him as he hits her cervix, at which point they go slack as her entire body spasms from the sudden contact, the unexpected yet expected burst of pleasure.

"Naughty, Naughty," he whispered to her as she was insensed with him banging up against her most sacred place, her womb. He would have loved for her to show him some of her tricks, but this was a battle of will. The person who lost would clearly be the slave in the relationship, and the one who won would be that Master.

And with how he was doing, he was clearly going to win.

His cockhead bursts through her weakened cervix after an uncountable number of thrusts, and Narcissa's reaction is certainly a side to behold as her mouth turns into an O and she screams her release to the high heavens.

Harry groans in unison, enjoying the feel of her insides growing all the tighter around him. By the time her extremely tight pussy finally milks him dry after he gets who knows how many orgasms out of her, the previously resistant noble woman has an extremely happy, fucked silly expression on her face.

Then as his seed begins to fills her womb, Narcissa's face only grows more joyful and her eyes roll back in her head and she experiences the biggest orgasm of her life. He cums and cums and cums, filling her cunt and womb with more of his seed than any man before and painting her walls white as fallen fresh snow.

Slowly pulling out of her, Harry leans down and runs a hand along Narcissa's neck and cheek.

"That's a good girl. You will make a wonderful fuck toy for daddy! I am so looking forward to breaking into next time, Cissy!"

Looking up at him with unfocused eyes, he grins at her as he lets her slide to the floor, "That's your new pet name, and for me its Master~ Understand?"

"Master," she whispers horsly as he got so many oud shouts from her throat had long ran dry.

"Good girl," he whispers to her like his lost little puppy. "Now," he said as he held out his wet gleaning tool, "I need my sheath cleaned up. Would you be a dear and do so?" he asks, though truly it was more of a demand.

In her dazed state, Narcissa offered up no resistance as Harry grabbed hold of her hair and unceremoniously shoved his dick right into her mouth.

The witch's pouty lips stretched wide around Harry's girth as he rammed it right down her throat. Letting her moan along his length that was only what he allowed her to do as he brutally took over from there.

With a tighter grip on her hair, Harry dominated her mouth with his massive member. In and out of her face hole he went, forcing his shaft down her throat and choking and gagging her on his length.

Narcissa's makeup and eyeshadow, that she worked so hard to put on or more likely a servant began to run down her face forming long tracks down her face.

At the same time, she was producing a rather large amount of slobber which was swiftly dribbling down her chin and onto her exposed chest. Her saliva mixed with all the sex juice and cum on Harry's cock and was dripping down into her cleavage.

Really all she could do was grab onto his legs, and try to weather through the brutal storm.

Harry was getting so deep inside of her esophagus with his thrusts now that she was routinely finding her nose buried in his pubic hair and his balls were constantly smacking against her slobber-covered chin.

His furious throat fucking was leaving her just barely conscious and as time went on Narcissa's eyes begin to shutter and he guessed that black was encroaching on her vision as she was getting really no air.

Right on the edge of unconsciousness, Narcissa was brought back to full awareness when Harry let out a shout and then began to cum.

The oxygen-deprived witch was in no way ready for Harry's massive cum shot. She really did try to swallow it all like she previously did like a true champ, but she was too out of her comfort zone as clearly she never got such a brutal face fucking.

In the end, she choking up on all cum and once her mouth was filled with his white hot seed, it ended up coming out of her nostrils and then spilling out all over her face.

Finally, though he pulled his cock free of her throat, and let her collapse to the floor as she choked and sputtered.

But at the same time Harry noticed more sexual juices leaking out of her cunt, someone she found that quite arousing.

Narcissa was utterly ruined by him, now she was truly nothing but his whore!

Chapter 61: Roadside Attack

"I can't believe you did that," Sirius voiced once they met back at the family Manor. He just came from his formal lunch with the Malfoys and the very risky secret session with Cissy.

"I know you are mad," Harry tried to comfort, as he did go against all the plans they made of staying in the shadows. "But..."

"What? I am not mad," the older wizard answered in perplexity, then smacking him on the back, he exclaimed. "That was bloody awesome, pup. You are a real pro inside the political field. So much better than me."

"Come on," Harry said, "you are the one who came up with the plot to overthrow Dumbledore."

"Yea, but you got someone on your side as Chief Warlock, got all the Death Eaters lined up to be executed, and got me my trial!"

"Mmm, well once you put it like that, I guess I am pretty awesome," he said with a grin.

"Now you did get Tobias Nott as your enemy, show a bit of your true self to Dumbledore, and display how competent you are," the man flipped his tune at the stop of his head.

"Ahhh... yes, I think I did," he slowly nodded his head, seeing the trade off he made today.

"Well who cares," Sirius smiled, "Tobias was going to be our enemy anyways, Dumbledore will find out someday we were behind all his misfortune, and it's better to show your fangs to those heartless lot."

Nodding his head along, Harry accepted all that his godfather had to say, he might look like a silly clown on the outside lusting after women all the time but he had a shrewd and cunning head just like his cousin and all his other family members. He might deny it as much as he wants, but he is a Black deep down inside.

Suddenly running into the living room they were standing in was Tobry who had a worried look on his face and a small piece of parchment in his hand.

"What wrong, Tobry?" Harry asked, not liking the look on his face.

"I just got word from the Matriarch of the Greenhill tribe. Our cargo transport of magical plants and herbs has been raided and stolen!"

Standing right outside a warehouse deep within the shadows of an alcove, Harry glanced all over the place with Magic Sight to see if it was the correct place. Immediately he spotted over two dozens magical signatures coming from inside.

If this was it with 25 wizards acting all suspicious as they gathered up inside a long abandoned warehouse then he didn't know what was.

Recalling the conversation he had with Tobry his blood begin to boil and he prepared himself.

"What?" Harry and Sirius asked in surprise as they couldn't believe what their ears were hearing.

"We were exporting the fourth shipment of goods when some bandits," he spat out, "killed the brownies and the few guards with them, then stole all their handwork!"

Taking a soothing breath to calm his livid heart, he asked, "Why wasn't there a better guard detail to prevent this from happening?"

"My lord, I never expected someone would dare attack our very own people and steal from us! We are the Earls of Powys."

"Yes, but all the same we are a house lead by me, a kid basically and which has been neglected for over a dozen years due to no one at the helm. Of course, there would be sharks smelling blood!"

Looking cowed by his words, Tobry had nothing to say, he was still living in the imagination that this was the household that it used to be. But now there is only him left keeping things together, of course, there would be people trying to take advantage of it.

"Where are these thieves now?" Sirius interrupted, as he looked bloodthirsty for battle.

"There was one brownie that managed to escape," the house-elf answered, "he might share with us more details."

"Then lead on," Harry said with a nod as they walked through the endless halls of the castle until they came to the medical wing. Matriarch Mal stood over a brownie who was singed thanks to some magical energy bolt he must have taken to the chest.

"Matriarch Mal," he nodded his head respectfully to the woman. She looked both worried for her tribe's men and angry that her people were brutally murdered.

"Lord Potter," she replied as she used a towel to wipe at the brownie forehead which nearly breaking out into a fervor.

"Is he the one that managed to escape from the slaughter?"

"Yes, Ranu," she answered as a tribe healer came by and started to apply some herbs on the burn.

Nodding his head to the healer after he bandaged the small little young man, he bent down over him. "Ranu, nice to meet you, I am Lord Potter."

"M-my lord," the Brownie tried to speak up in his horse voice while also trying to bow his head but he stopped him before he could aggravate his wound anymore.

Reaching up to the side of the bed, he poured a cup of water from the pitcher and had the man drink before he continued with his questions.

"Better?"

"Yes, much better!"

"So, Ranu can you tell me what happened."

"Yes, my lord, we left the castle ground with a Portkey heading to the Market to sell our good. Along the way, we were attacked along the road as if they knew we would be taking that path to sell our goods."

"Continue," Harry said as the man took a deep swallow remembering the battle.

"Two of the Griffin legion men were taken down by surprise, the remaining three men guarding us tried their best to defend us as they each made a good accounting of themselves taking 2 and even three for each that fell but they were over run."

"How many enemies were there?" Sirius asked.

"I... I don't know my lord," the little brownie answered shakily, "it was chaotic and messy."

"It's alright," Harry comforted.

"Did you make a good accounting of yourselves?" the Matriarch asked in a stern voice.

"Yes, Herb Mother," the young brownie answered with a brisk quick nod. "My brothers and sisters fought with what they could but..."

Harry understood, brownies were not a war like race much more preferring the outdoors and nature. Plus with the Bans of wands to any other race except for wizarding kind, they could only count on their own innate magic which really only had to do with plants and herbs, nothing offensive in nature.

They could have used magical items, but they are not candy to be handed out to everyone that wished to have it. So in essence they were defenseless and vulnerable just like how wizards wanted them. Meek as cows!

"I got stuck by some spell which incapacitated me and I think they thought I was dead so they didn't give me a second glance. After they... slaughtered everyone, they took the magical plants and fruits which I think they were after all along."

Nodding his head, Harry and Sirius took turns asking him every question of use like what was their level of proficiency, what gear they had, how organized they were, and so forth. Anything that could of use really.

After they were done questioning the poor fellow who looked dead tired on his feet and still haunted about what happened, Harry told him to rest since that got all they could have.

Stepping to the side with the Matriarch and Tobry, she was first to speak, "I do not pretend to know about matters concerning war. We have left that to your family and your army. But I can not stand for the brutal slaughter of my people."

"I am with you on that, Matriarch," he nodded his head as fury burned in his eyes. He felt like calling the Legion down on whoever dared to mess with him and wipe them off the face of the earth.

"This was specifically targeted towards the shipment," Sirius noted. "Someone wants these goods." Turning to look at the house-elf who took care of these mater, the older wizard asked, "how much was that shipment worth exactly?"

"You must understand Master Sirius the brownies only grow the most rare and sought after magical fruits and vegetables. Each one has to be worth hundreds of Gallons. In total, I would estimate that was nearly a quarter-million galleons(250,000)."

Whistling out loud, Harry never imagined that his crops were worth that much, but he guessed if you had an apple that could add a few months to your life, people would be willing to pay any price for it.

"So what do we do, swallow the lose?" Harry asked, not looking please by that outcome especially with the cold blooded murder of his people.

"What choice do we have, my lord?" Tobry asked with a downcast look. "This was well coordinated as they knew where we were. They must have put anti-tracking spells to cover their tracks, who know where they could be now."

"All is not hopeless yet," the Matriarch spoke up.

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked.

"Well us brownies have a special connection to the fruits we grow on that extends to tracking down them. I do not think they ever had in mind to put protections against our natural ability."

"No, I don't think they did," Sirius grinned a wolfish grin.

"It seems like magic is on our side," Harry chuckled darkly. "I will call the legion, and we will show those misbegotten bastards that you do not mess with HOUSE POTTER!"

"Are you ready men?" Harry asked the 50 gathered Legionnaires and Lieutenant Alex who was right on his left while Sirius was on his right hand side.

The Commander was only able to spare these men at such a quick notice, plus he had the Lich Pass to keep on guarding. Anyways this was more than enough men to crush any resistance, and these were the most senior soldiers who even held some action in Voldermort's war.

"Yes, my lord," Alex replied with a nod.

"Ranu, you can return to the castle now," he said as he turned to the brownie that led them here. He was the most recent one to be in contact with the magical plants so he had the strongest connection to them, plus he was most adamant to lead us here to the enemies.

He had to accept that over the Matriarch demanding to send some aid with him which he refused on the spot. There was no way he was going to have more death on his hand especially from people who do not know what they are getting themselves into.

Watching as the little man nodded his head and took a Portkey back to the castle, Harry was much at ease now.

"Let's go then," he said.

Dividing his men into three smaller units, he gave them to both Sirius and Lieutenant Alex and had them come from different entrances. The name of the game was stealth, he wanted to see how they would like it when they are on the opposite end of an ambush!

Nodding his head to one of his men who bent down at the door to first check for any wards so that they were not notified of their enemies that they were here.

Seeing that there were only a few weak proximity alarms set up, Harry had them tear it apart with ease. Then giving the signal for his men to finish up any last preparations and to steel themselves, he too reader his wand as he held it up in a defensive stance and felt a bit more assured with his Battle Robes on.

The piece of gear just came in a few days ago, and at the most opportune time, he must say. He had to say the goblins did some wonderful work with the basilisk corpse. It was a beautiful piece of attire black and gold just like his family colors with his family sigil even inscribe.

From Magic Sight he could see a whole bunch of enchantments that he was still getting used to, and thanks to the basilisk corpse being such a perfect conduit that it can hold a lot of enchantments, he could see that they were always very powerful.

Before opening the door, Harry made sure to cast a bunch of spells to silence their footfalls, block their magic signature, their body heat, and so much more that would allow them to enter quietly.

Opening the door as silently as he could, three soldiers stepped in front of him to keep him safe and check for any danger. Following them, he could already hear that someone already got a start on the attack as explosions and spells being fired echoed from one direction.

Signaling to his man to hurry up before they lose their whole element of surprise, he came upon some men getting up from their table which they were gambling on and reaching for their wands in alarm.

Before they could even react, he and his men opened fire on them as they rained down a multitude of spells on their enemy. Some were quick enough to find shelter while other were able to put up some sort of protection, but the bulk of them fell down to the first volley as either acid chewed them up or fire burnt them to a crisp, and so many more creative forms of death.

"Defense," Harry shouted then all of a sudden shielding spells appeared around his men and himself, plus a small earthen wall that made a small fort for them, and even an elemental absorption spell.

"Support," he then commanded as all sorts of buffs were cast from Bark Skin, to Haste, Fortified Mind, and other useful spells.

"Attack- Disperse!" he shouted as a mini earthquake shook the earth making the enemies fell to the ground and howling winds swept through the place leaving the enemies shattered.

"Attack- Kill," he gave the final command as this time he joined in too as he begin to use some spells he picked up from his family grimoire like Catena Fulgur (chain lightning) which was a spell that cast a large bolt of lighting that jumped from enemy to enemy.

Looking at his downed enemies, he nodded to his men to let down the earthen wall and had some men finish off the last remaining few that lead on the ground already dying.

This was the advantage of a highly trained force. Instead of just having a mob who did whatever they wanted, an army, a True army acted as a unit, a wheel in a spoke. Tasks were divided up, so instead of worrying about having your shields up, casting some support spells to help you, attacking the enemy those jobs were divided up and each person was either told to do one thing and the other something else.

Thus you became a single machine of killing, bringing ruin to your enemies and fear into their hearts.

[I am talking about Dumbledore army, if you didn't get the sly comment!]

'Good job men," he called out as he spotted Sirius moping up his rest and Alex giving the gathered last few foes in the center death.

"Come on," he said, "let's finish up those last few bastards!"

Charging at the last remaining small group where a man who seem to be the leader was giving commands. Harry rush at them from the flank, however the leader seem to spot them and see how hopeless things were, then took out some magical whistle from his pocket and blew it.

He heard no noise come from it, but he did hear the answering growls and barking noise. Turning to look in the direction the noise was coming from, his jaws nearly dropped when he saw Keythong come running out of the deeper recess of the warehouse.

The only question on his mind was, 'What the fuck were his family bonded bests doing here!'

5 soldiers make a Contubernium lead by a decanus, 10 Contubernium make a Century lead by a centurion, 10 Centuries make a Cohort lead by a lieutenant, 10 Cohorts make Legion leader by a Commander.

Chapter 62: Traitor

Turning to look in the direction the noise was coming from, his jaws nearly dropped when he saw Keythong come running out of the deeper recess of the warehouse.

The only question on his mind was, 'What the fuck were his family bonded bests doing here!'

He must have not seen them on his Magic Sight thanks to how secluded they were in some pens. Though that wasn't what mattered to him, there was a good fifty Keythong of his family charging headlong at them.

Shaking his head to get rid of all the shock and surprise that clouded his mind, he could deal with that later when he gets his hand on one of the bandits. Now however he needs to stop these Griffin-kin before they start attacking his men.

Stepping up, he faced down the creatures imperiously and commanded with a deep ringing voice, "STOP!" With his deep bond with the creatures, it would be child play to take control of them, and it was very foolish of his enemies to use Griffins that couldn't even harm a single hair on his body.

However he was a bit surprised when they did not heed his command, at first he figured it was just Keythong being Keythong- they were always the rebel child of the Griffin-kins that his family reared in the Roost. They were petulant and savage in nature making them difficult to control if you didn't have a tight leash on them.

Nevertheless, they knew who their masters were, voice harding as this time Harry held his arm up in a stop gesture, "I Command you to cease this folly RIGHT NOW."

Once again he watched as they did not heed his command in the least bit, and just as he was frozen in his surprise, they were nearly upon him as their tongue lulled out, claws stretched out, and murder was in their eyes.

If one of the soldiers wasn't bold enough to tackle him to the ground and another put up an earthern wall to defend them, then he could have imagined that his life would have ended right then and there. The Keythong clawed and bite at the fortification with savage ferocity as it was obvious they were going for his life and that of his men.

"W-what... the hell was that!" he shouted to no one in particular as he sat dazed on the ground. The control of all Griffin creatures was absolute! They should have, no they must have headed his command, but why did they not do so?

But now, here he was facing a whole different reality.

Getting up from the ground and looking through the small murder holes in the earthen wall, he could see how the creatures piled on each other while savagely tearing into the wall.

Staring at them long and hard, he noticed how blood shot their eyes were as if they were possessed which now that he thought on it was the only likely reason why they did not follow his command. Be that as it may, he would still have to put them down. Looking at them, just the thought of it tore at his heart, the bond between him and Griffin-kin creatures when both way. No harm could be visited on the other.

But he hardened his heart, what needed to be done should be done.

Stepping back from the wall as his hand balled into a fist, he turned to his men, "Prepare a Joint Spell - Divina Percuties Eam (Divine Smite)!"

Nodding their head everyone begin to chant the spell he called out while the Keythong tore at the crumbling defense.

Suddenly from over head there were the loud cracks of lightning bolts from across the heaven, looking up at the glass windows up above that provided a great view to the vaults of heaven he could see the supernatural gathering of thunder clouds.

They were not the natural dark clouds of the regular old storms, but dark purple in nature with roiling electric currents arching through.

Hearing a crack, he turned around to see hair length cracks running along the earthen wall and some of the stone falling to the ground in pieces. The Keythong were close to breaking through, and he knew when they did they will tear about each man as best they could.

However suddenly as if the gods themselves noticed his precarious situation and then call down below to smite his enemies- a great big pillar of blue streak tore through the air riping past the glass ceiling as mirror shards cascaded down to the floor, and the lightning bolt struck the gathered Keythong.

Some were blown right off their feet just like him and his men who had our defense all but destroyed in a flash. Though to be fair, we were just the lucky ones as others were electrocuted to death, while some singed to a burnt crisp, others were torn apart into pieces, and most were just vaporized on the spot.

"SHIELD!" Harry shouted as the light show was far from down, more great big lightning bolts stuck down sending debris up into the air as the very earth was torn and splintered. As his men put up countless layers of Protego one after the other, he could see that even his godfather's men and Alex were shielding themselves who were across the warehouse.

Watching open mouth as Keythong were massacred right before his eye as endless streaks of lightning bolts strick down with brutal efficacy, he really got a taste of a synergy spell for the first time.

The benefits of working in a cohesive unit outweighed that of working alone or with a messy mob by many magnitudes. Besides that of working in tandem where you can each worry about take care of one thing while your friend did the other, a unit could also afford the benefit of combing spells together.

Synergizing together you could accomplish an impossible spell together or combine your might in a spectacular degree like right now.

Finally, as the dust clear and the clouds abated, Harry looked at what he beget.

It was a total massacre he saw as none of the Keythong stood reminding at all, some were twitching in the rictus of death but besides that none of them could put up a resistance anymore. Of the 50 or more Keythong who came to kill him, none reminded as they were wiped out to the very last one.

Letting out a long breath, he turned his gaze towards the last remnants of the bandit group most which were dead or dying with only that Leader who called the Keythong down on them and a couple sorely injured men.

Now that his little display of power was done, Alex was rounding them up for interrogation. He also saw that Sirius had his men start lotting the corpses while he also came over and begin to study the corpses of the Keythong for whatever reason, casting spells o them and so forth.

Ignoring him for the men he walked over to Alex, while doing so he made sure to peer closely around the warehouse with his Magic Sight so that he did not have any more surprises in store for him.

"So this is the leader of the small group?" he asked once came over then gazed at the man with eyes that nearly bore into him.

"Yes, my lord," Alex nodded his head as he tied the man up with magical chains and manacle.

"So you were the one who ambushed by people?" he asked in a thin frosty tone.

Shrugging his shoulders, the man answered with a mocking bow, "That would be me. Got to say it was fun sport for me and my boys chopping them up."

Flinching a Stinging Hex at the cheeky bastard, Alex pronounced in a tone filled with menace, "Show my lord the respect that he is do, vermin," he spat out, "or else you shall feel the righteous fury of mine!"

"You heard my man, tell me who sent you to rob us?"

"Mmm hahaha," the man chuckled then broke into uproarious laughter.

Losing all patience with him, Harry shouted, "How did you get control of my family beasts? Speak up now or else..." he said leaving the threat in the air but the man just continued to laugh in his face.

Just as he was thinking about Cruciatus Curse on him even if it was so disgusting, Sirius interpreted, "I believe I can answer the second question for you."

Turning to face his godfather or should he say his adoptive father, he saw the man with a flask in his hand with Keythong blood inside of it. "They gave the Keythong a dose of Berserk Maddening, aptly named since it makes you go crazy with murder and destruction. That why they weren't listening to you, but I do not know what they planned to do after they finished with you since the Keythong would have went after them next."

"Doesn't matter," the man snickered, "if we got rid of this upstart then it would have been so worth it," he pointed with his head towards him, the only body part he could move.

"So someone is interested in my head," Harry chuckled, he knew sooner or later there would be people that didn't like him popping up sooner or later. "Well, they will soon find out it a bit hard to remove my head."

"Who is this person that wants my lord's life?" Alex rephrased the same question he asked.

"You will find out when my lord makes himself know. Before that however, you can live in fear with your mis-..."

Before the man could even finish what he was saying a Severing Charm removed his head from his shoulder as it tumbled to the ground and blood gushed out of the wound on to the other captured enemies.

Turning to look at his godfather/ adoptive father, Harry wiped the blood that got on his boot with a simple cleaning charm and asked the man in an annoyed voice, "Why did you go off and do that for?"

"Well," he answered with a shrug, "he wasn't going to give us anything useful anymore."

Sighing he turned to the terrified soldiers, "Take them away to our family dungeons," he waved his hand, maybe he would have better luck with them.

"No offense," Sirius spoke up, "but I think the Black family dungeons have better accommodation," he said with a grin.

"Fine," Harry said, on that he could agree with him, his family dungeons was more of a comely cottage. Plus from the way they looked at Sirius as if he was a grinning devil incarnate as they were taken away by his men, he guessed that the older wizard would have better results than him.

Turning back to his little group, he spoke his thoughts which still bothered him, "I get why the Keythong did not listen to him, but I still do not understand how they got their hands on the little beasts."

Only someone who had such a close blood bond with such murderous creatures could call them little beasts

"That, I too do not understand," Alex agreed with him, "wild Keythong could only be found in the Eastern Steppe, so the only way they could have gotten them in short order is from us."

"Master," Kreacher croaked as he came into the living room with a bloody tool in his hand that he was wiping with a napkin and stained a rucksack which were the only clothes he had.

Making no comment about bloody sight as he got up from his sea along side Sirius and Remus, he knew the unpleasantness the men would be facing down in the dungeons if they didn't speak up.

This was the world of Great nobility, a cutthroat world that didn't allow any weakness or consideration for your enemies. Anyway these are the people that murdered his people and stole from him, he was able to recover the goods they stole but he could never recover the lost people.

"So what did they have to say?" Remus asked with a sigh, the prospects of torturing prisoners still did not look like they settled well with him, but he was willing to go with it to go after this person who wanted his head.

"Kreacher got five of them to each confirm separately under Veritaserum that they are Ser Gimball men."

"It makes sense now," Sirius snapped his finger as realization spread across his face.

"Who is this Ser Gimball?" Harry asked, it was like he knew that name as if he heard it from some were before, but he was coming up empty.

"Yea, you want to explain?" Remus demanded as he had no recognition of the name at all.

"Ser Gimball is the head of House Chalet," Sirius answered, then taking a pause as he faced him head-on," a vassal of House Potter!"

Since this went beyond his expertise, Harry did the only thing he could, he gathered a War Council. Gathered in the room inside the Potter Fortress was the Commander of course who was smoking a fat cigar, then there was Lieutenant Alex followed by Lieutenant Tia and Lieutenant Riley; new officers he had raised to the post to lead the second cohort and third cohort, easing up Alex position so he only had to lead the first cohort.

And already he had his eye on another person to rise to lead the newly forming fourth cohort.

Then there was Remus who alone by himself, maybe he should stick a few werewolves with him to lead he joked to himself.

Then there was Sirius who had right beside him the newly risen General of the Black Host. Since he was his adoptive father it was basically required for him to helped with his little rebellion, but there was never any question about the skirt-chaser man coming to his aid. If he could have it his way, he was sure that the man would have wanted to assault the castle of his traitor vassal by himself.

"So Gimball was the one behind the ambush, huh?" the one armed man asked. "Should have known, the fool always had ambition for powers much higher than his position."

"Could you tell me more about this Knightly house, Granduncle?" Harry asked, "Sadly I haven't paid much attention to my vassals since I had more than enough on my plate."

"House Chalet is a newly risen house in the grand scheme of things, your Great-grandfather brought up Gimball's grandsire during the Grindelwald war. The man was nothing more than a mercenary and I had no love for him, but we needed the manpower at that time. And he performed solidly. Nevertheless, I guess they now started to aspire for things that weren't theirs."

"Yes," Alex agreed, "He must have started to worry when he saw you start to take Lordship of your family and begin to look for ways to weaken you and even a way to kill you if he could."

"Well since we now know that we have a traitor vassal we need to put them down," Lieutenant Riley declared loudly. He was a loud boisterous man, but he was also simple and honest and had a good head for leading men and rousing them up with a hardy nature, that why more than anything he gave him the position of Lieutenant.

"That not who it works," Lieutenant Tia cut in, she was more of a solid leader one who could off set Riley's more brash personality. "We need to know the lay of the land? How defendable is House Chalet keep? How many enemy soldiers will we be facing? What magics do we expect for them to deploy?" she said in one breath.

Suddenly flying in from the window was a Micro Griffin, siling as it landed on the table in front of him, Harry begin to scratch his little spies ear. "It seem like our informant has come back," he announced to the room at large.

Then turning to look at the little beast after he gave it a treat for its hard work, he asked it, "Did you do what I tell you?"

Micro Griffin were not only good for swarming an enemy, they were also very great spies that his family loved to implore.

That why he sent the little burger off to check up on Ser Gimball's land and estate.

Trilling softly, he nodded his head along as his eyes and ear begin to spill everything it found in soft thrill and loud squawks that only he could understand.

"Mmm, I see," he finally said as the Micro Griffin finished giving its report.

"So what did it say?" Remus asked, just as curious as everyone else to know what the findings were.

"Its seems like Ser Gimball has maybe over 1,000 soldiers stationed at his keep with more being trained by the day. The place seem to be also heavily warded, with magic cannon at the turret, and plenty of Keythong being reared," he added with a grimace at the end of the mention of the Keythong.

There were many kinds of vassal to have some De Jure Vassal which were families more independ and had their own magical beasts. Others were cadet branches made up of second children who made a new line in another country who had access to the family magic and beasts. Then there was the more direct vassals who were given a beast to rear and expected to help bring arms in time of need and of course by tribute, like House Chalet

"But how," the Commander sputtered out, "House Chalet could only call upon 3 Centuries at most(150 men) Even forgeting the armed limits put on him!"

Once again looking to the Micro Griffin who chittered about, Harry translated, "Different men, different arms, separate housing. I think he means mercenaries."

"He really is preparing to go to war with your family," Sirius scoffed.

"Yea," Harry agreed, and if he hadn't come to raise his family the bastard might have succeeded with the way things were. "We need to put in down right away."

Facing the Commander, he asked, "How many men can we prepare?"

"As you know we almost got four fully prepared Cohorts(2,000) and 800 support units. But we need to continue guarding the Pass so one cohort has to say and the other is just made of unblooded lads who would be a hinderess more than anything. So I can give you two Cohort (1,000) at the moment with some support units."

"What about you General? Sirius asked, looking to his new family army leader. "And this is my adoptive son, so don't be stingy with me."

"I can give you one fully refurbished regiment(900), my lord," the man answered glumly as his Host was still recovering from long years of neglect and recent battle.

"Well then, we will just make do with," Harry nodded his head. Then looking at the people in the room, he announced, "Gentlemen, and ladies," he added to the benefit of Lieutenant Tia, "we are off to WAR!"

Chapter 63: Deception

Being fully decked out for war with his Battle Robe on, his wand in his holster, and even a spare strapped to leg. Harry watched as Sunchaser landed right before him as he too was ready for battle with his armor on and talon extensions gleaming in the early afternoon sun.

Bending its head for him as he jumped on to its back and made himself comfortable as best he could, the Royal Gryphon took a few step forward until the grand gathering of his army was presented down below in the basin.

People were hurrying about like busy bees as they prepared to go off to war for him and his cause, Lieutenant Alex who was aside his Griffin followed by Lieutenant Riley who landed on his left with his Hippogriff silently watched the preciation going on with him.

"Are they ready?" he asked, his two Lieutenants.

"Yes, my lord," they shouted together at the same time with nods of their head.

Kicking Sunchaser to take another step forward as he then followed it up with spreading his wings out as if he read his mind, though that wouldn't be far off the mark at all since they did have such a close connection.

Nevertheless his action got all the soldiers' attention even those who were watching from the precipice and balconies of the fort that would be staying behind to keep the fortress operating.

Taking a deep breath, he knew he would have to give something inspiring to the men and women who would be risking their lives and well being.

"ATTENTION," he shouted which had all the soldiers standing tall and n order.

"Today we will be putting down a rebel knight who thinks himself better than us! Who think he can steal from us and what is rightfully ours. Who thinks he can easily mow us down with his rebel force. Is that TRUE!"

"NO, Sir, No," they all shouted back.

"I can't hear you!" he bellowed as he directed his ear at them.

"NO, Sir, NO," they shouted as their voices echoed over the whole pass and mountain waking even the dead.

"That is what I thought, and now we will show him exactly that. We will be the ones coming into his home. Destroying his armies, reaping justice upon him, and bringing the ax down on him. WE will show him who the GRIFFIN LEGION is. Are you with me Men!"

Breaking out into loud cheers, even those who weren't coming had their blood pumped as if they were the ones going to battle instead of boring guard duty.

"Then we ride OUT!" Harry called out as he heeled Sunchaser and he begin to take to the air. Soon he was followed by his two Lieutenants then by hundred upon hundred of men and women own Griffins of all sorts right at his heel.

Soon the very sky was dotted out by his men, to go off to War.

Spotting House Chalet Keep from off miles away on the back of Suncahser, the same couldn't be said for the residents who did not notice the approaching army from the sky at all. It was thanks to massive clocking spells that he had cast that prevented anyone to spot them through the mundane ways like sight, telescopes or even satellite and the magical as well.

Spotting a grand force gathered in the hills surrounding the castle thanks to his Magic Sight, Harry directed Sunchaser there with his men following right behind him.

Landing right before Sirius who was astride Murderbeast, he saw that right next to him was a new face. The man introduced himself as Colonel Fraser, the new leader of the first regiment since Michal had to step down to take his new role as General of the Black host.

Harry also spotted Remus with a shadow mastiff that he used as a mount trailing right behind him.

Smacking him playfully on the back, Sirius laughed, "Good to see that you could make it, pup! Now," he introduced his force, "let me give you the honor of introducing you to the First Regiment, the Hellhound units lead by yours truly Colonel Fraser!"

Looking around he saw 900 solemn and dark faced men and women on giant two-headed dogs with eyes of molten lava, fiery tails, and dripping saliva that ate way at the ground. Hellhounds were very deadly and powerful creatures, beasts that were well known for spitting out lava to burn their enemies and corrosive breath that tore down anything it ints path.

Not letting himself be out down, he pointed to his 2 forces of 1,000 men, "and let me give you the honor, Lord Black of introducing you to the First Cohort, Griffin units lead by you guessed it Lieutenant Ale, and the Second Cohort, the Hippogriff units lead by our newest rising star Lieutenant Riley!"

"If you are done..." Remus cut in as he shook his head at their immature behavior.

The two of them just laughed sharing the same inside joke with each other, if you got a powerful army behind you it always feels great showing off about it.

Once they were done laughing about with Remus shaking his head like a disappointed mother in the background they finally turned to the task at hand.

"Alright so let's talk strategery," Harry declared. Already there was a map of the castle keep laid out right before them which he or more like the Micro Griffins helped greatly recreate.

"So the exact force that Ser Gimball has is 400 of his own men, 600 mercenaries, and 500 recruits that he is training up," Lieutenant Alex begin with as the map which was so mundane as you imagined would be. Coming to life as a near life like structure of the keep appeared with the surrounding land and the soldiers mentioned.

"That much worse than the estimates we got," Colonel Fraser noted.

Snorting, Lieutenant Riley asked, "What are you counting those recruits? They are nothing but a hindress to the enemy and would break at the first sign of battle."

"Colonel Fraser still does have a point," Remus agreed, "we are sieging the keep not having an open field battle."

"That will be troubling," Harry agreed. It was always recommended that you 10 times your enemies number for a siege and even then it would take ages to fish them out if they are well armored and supplied.

"Continue Lieutenant," he said with a sigh.

"As you picked up Sire, the place is also very heavily warded with plenty of protection shields, anti-apparition, and so much more. Plus they have 60 magic cannons at the turret, with plenty of magic ammunition stockpiled, and of course over 200 Keythong being penned up."

"So it does not look good at all," Harry concluded. They had the superior number on their side of course, and much better trained, equipped and want victory more than their enemy which was of course important in an army.

However Ser Gimball also looked to be very well prepared and could last a very long siege if he wanted to. Harry could of course push it, there was no doubt of his victory with his men right by his side, but he would be losing a lot of them to clean up house, men that he needed to face Voldermort.

All the work he tried to accomplish would be lost and go down the toilet just like that, and it could demoralized his men who now were looking up as things were getting better.

"Well we could always call for assistance," Sirius recommended, "I know Amelia Bones would help, and Madam Longbottom might as well. So this little rebellion had to be squashed over head before it even begins."

"No," Harry said with a shake of his head. "We would be a laughing stock if people found out we couldn't even take care of our backyard. Forget about making any more alliances or plays, no one would even consider us."

Reputation was very important to a noble house, it was basically everything. And if people found out that he needed help to put down his own vassal, he would be considered more than weak and he might even bring down hungry jackels upon himself.

Plus anyways, he knew he had to act right now. Calling for aid would take days maybe even weeks, which was time he did not have at all. Soon Gimball would wonder were his men were and begin to ask himself if he knew. Who knows at that point how he would react, no this needed to be put down, right now, right here.

Looking at the keep long and hard, he saw that his options were closing fast. A prolonged siege was out of the question since he would incur too big of a loss. Help was also out of the question since it would take too long to arrive.

"So what do we do?" Remus asked.

Rubbing his chin a thought struck him, one that was very devious and dangerous, but it might work and get us all out of this situation.

Turning around to face his adoptive father, and his men- he knew that they wouldn't like it one bit.

"So tell me again why we are flying right into the jaws of the enemies?" Remus asked still not believing that he allowed this idea. Just as he pointed out they were on Hippogriffs while he took a Griffin to differentiate himself from the others with only 10 honor guards and Remus right besides him

"Well if honest to god battle isn't the way to go, I say go with trickery he answered. It always makes up for the short coming if you have all the luck of the gods on your side."

"This is foolish," the man continued with a shake of his head as they came within close sight of the Keep wall. Men at the battlements spotted them and so as not to incur their wrath and fears, he landed right outside the keeps front gate.

Jumping off the back of the Griffin, he choice not to come in force with Sunchaser so that he didn't frighten his rebel vassal to shit. Better to pretend to be a weak, incompetent lad that was in over his head then one with mean intentions, that would have his enemy's guard down.

"Herald me," he whispered to Remus as they walked up to the gate with a drawbridge pulled up leading down into the rocky canyon below. Seeing the look on the older man, he rolled his eye, "that's what nobles do. I of course can't introduce myself and these guys are more of guardsmen and won't do a adequate job."

"Fine," he said with a sigh as he walked before them and shouted to the guards, "INTRODUCING Lord Harry Potter, Master of House Potter, liege Lord of House Chalet."

The two guard posted at the front gate looked at each other wildly, never expecting this, until one of them spoke up. "Aaaaa... I will send word up."

Doing just that, soon he got word back, and begin to delay them asking to prove himself and so forth.

With Magic sight he could see through the wards and walls and at a much further view. The keep was like a stomped on ant hill as everyone was rushing about trying to hide all contrabands, weapons, men, and basically everything else.

Chuckling to himself, this worked out perfectly for him, let them go ahead and defang themselves. It would be all the more sweeter when they were all caught unaware and with their pants down!

Finally, he guessed things were deemed sufficient to welcome him. Letting the drawbridge drop they entered the gateway past the murderhole and down the twisting bridge that held steep falls to either sides until they reached the main gate.

Coming into the main courtyards, he noted how inadequate the place was compared to the Potter Manor as it was squit and ugly. Standing at the steps that lead inside the main keep was Ser Gimball a aging man in his later years but still strong and commanding.

Then there was his wife, a real beauty who looked to be half his age or more of hs daughter than anything else.

Behind them was a older boy near Bills age if he had to guess, from the man first marriage he read about. Then there was a little girl 4 or 5 years old that shared her mother's look.

"My lord," the man announced with a obnoxious smile which he found unpleasant but he still returned a curt nod. "Ser Gimball it is nice of you to welcome me into your castle."

"Its my honor," the man nodded his head, "but if you had told me that you were coming my lord then I would have prepared a feast in your honor."

"Its fine," Harry held out his hand to stop him from butt kissing.

"Fine gentlemen send letter before they arrive," the man's oldest son spoke up with a sneer. "It's only the uncultured that arrive unannounced."

"Ah, I am sorry," Harry said with false sincerity, "I am just new at all this, but doesn't a vassal accord his liege lord his due respect?" he asked, playing it nice for now. In other circles, this would have called for a discipline immediately.

"My apologies for any disrespect my son has shown you, my lord," the man quickly stated giving his son a hard glance.

"None taken, with such a loyal vassal how could I take insult at their foolish son?" he asked, trying insult at the man-child who grinned his teeth in angery but held his tongue back.

Then wanting to know why he was hear he asked, "To what do I own the honor of your visit, my lord?" the man finally asked.

"I am here to take your oath of course," he answered frankly like it was the obvious thing which it shouldn't have been if the man wasn't planning a rebellion.

"Oh?" the man asked, clearly looking like he did not want to. "Why don't we supper first," he quickly changed the topic.

"Of course," he answered with a shrug, then suddenly asking, "Would you mind, Ser, if my man had a look around. I would love to know the state my vassals are in."

"An inspection?" the little snotty man child shouted.

"Is that not in my right?" he asked innocently.

"Of course," the older man answered with a waning smile, "let my guards lead him around."

"Thank you," he said as he nodded to Remus, then sending him a telepathic message mind to mind, 'Remember your mission! It is promount that you complete it or we're dead men walking!'

Nodding his head, Harry followed the small family into the keep to sup with them while they each planned to get rid of the other.

"So I heard what happened to you living with those savage relatives," Gimball approached the topic.

"Yes most misfortunate," he stated.

"Mmmm, I would have taken you in, my lord, and raised you like a son," he declared.

Of course, he would if he could have, Harry sneered, he could see that the man would have loved to make him his little puppet.

But he continued with the charade and stated, "thank you. I believe I would have loved it here in this quaint little keep."

Seeing the flash of anger run across the man's eye at the perceived insult at his mention of who much lower they were compared to him, the man did well in quickly hiding it.

"So how is Hogwarts coming along?" Lady Nia Chalet inquired, not stating the obvious of course such as why he wasn't there and instead here nothing them.

"It's fine," he answered, "we have the Triwizard tournament coming up so that should be exciting," he answered totally ignoring her underlying question.

Suddenly, he could see the wards go down as he had his Magic Sight on the whole time, it had been a bit of a strain on his eyeballs, but it was well worth it as a smile split his face. Remus finally did his end of the job, now it was just his left.

"Yes, it has been decades since the last one has been hosted, will be a very spectacular event."

"Yes," Harry agreed, then changing it up, "about your oath, Ser."

"Ahh..." the man said as it was obvious he did not want to swear them. The oaths of vassalage were Unbreakable Vows that had many points such as no harm should be visited one on liege lords in any way or form, aid and so forth.

It was clear the man did not want to swear any of them, and it was exactly what he asked "Do you not want to swear your oaths to me, Ser?" Then with a shrug, he added, "I guess you wouldn't want to if you are staging a rebellion!"

At that utterance, everyone went silent in the hall, and then finally the man spoke up with narrowed eyes, "So you know?!"

"Of course I do, that why I have an army stationed right outside your Keep."

"An army?" he snorted, "where?' he asked as he made a show of looking around. Then eyes harding, "I was going to let you go, and deal with you in my own time, but now it seems like I would have to break guest right"

"There our just waiting for my signal," he replied ignoring the man's threat.

"And that would be?" the idiot son that he didn't even entertain the ideas of remembering his name asked with clear contempt and ridicule.

"Oh, something big and flashy I guess," Harry said, "maybe something like this," he added as he got up from his seat.

With that, he begin to transform...

Chapter 64: Tremble

"So you want to WHAT?" Sirius shouted as his eye nearly popped over in shock and aghast.

"Well I want to walk right into the keep," Harry answered with a shrug. "It's the only way we do not suffer great losses and have to camp out for week on end."

"There is no need for his lordship to put himself in harm's way," Lieutenant Alex stated, "we are willing to sacrifice ourselves to your cause."

Holding his hand up, "I thank you for your steadfast loyalty, Alex, I really do, but I won't return the gesture by throwing you at horrible odds. Anyways if I am not willing to place myself in the same precarious situation as you all, then what Lord and Leader would I be, I need to lead by example and show my men that I put their safety and well being before anything else."

"That good and all, but would that even matter if you die?" Sirius snorted, as he was clearly the hardest advocate against this little idea of his.

"Think about," Harry said as he tried to make them look at his perspective, "Ser Gimball would never expect anything from me. I come to check up on my vassal, which isn't strange in the least bit. He would have to allow me in, and once we are we can put down the wards, allowing us to just walk right in."

"What's to stop him from taking your head?" Remus asked, as he too did not look like he liked the idea of him basically walking into enemy territory.

"Nothing," Harry shrugged his shoulder, and he could see his wasn't winning himself any favor with that, "but there is his honor to consider. What would people say if he killed his own life lord with treachery in his own estate? Everyone would have the lowest of low opinions of him, so he will have to tread lightly in this. Honorable combat and conquest is what he is looking for, not poisoning my cups."

"Lord Potter does have a good point," Colonel Fraser spoke up, but with a glare from Sirius he quickly shut up.

Seeing no point for this useless argument that just went back and forth, Harry decided enough was enough, he made his points and this was a good plan, risky, yes, but a good plan nevertheless. "I am doing this whatever you all say. This is the only plan we have come up with that gives us a quick and neat victory. If you have a better plan, I am all ears, but if you don't then Shut up, we are doing this on!"

Giving everyone a hard glare each in turn, they all decided to keep their piece except for Sirius who stared long and hard at hi until he finally sighed out, "Okay, but I am coming with you!"

"No," Harry shook his head, "if I am gone, you need to lead our combined army and be Chief in command, and I know there is no one better for the task than you."

Holding his hand up when he saw the arguments forming on his adoptive father's lips, he continued, "If you are worried about me, and want someone to have my back let it be Remus. I like to see how they do up against a werewolf in all his fury and rage!"

"Alright, but how are we to know when the wards go down?" Lieutenant Riley asked a very important question. Unlike him, they did not have Magic Sight so they were in the blind what happened.

"I will give the signal," Harry answered.

"What would it be my lord?" Alex asked out of curiosity.

"Oh, it will be something very memorable indeed," he grinned as he had the perfect idea what to do.

Limps slowly stretching out as they each gained gleaming sharp claws on each end, tail slowly growing out of his tailbone, dorsal plate jutting out along his spin, teeth transforming into wicked rows of death, nose slowly elongated as he gained a snot, neck stretching out into a serpentine neck, horns growing out of his head, wings growing out of his shoulder blades, skin turning into black hard metallic scales, and all other manners of transformation going on.

Harry let out a loud grunt as his bones and body twisted about which then slowly transformed into the growls of a primeval beast of antiquity that echoed through the walls. He grew, and grew and grew until his body was pushing up against the walls and his breaking through the ceiling until he could look down at all in the great hall like tiny ants that shivered and screamed about like terrified mice.

Letting his wings stretch out to either as the walls crumbled in their wake, he ROARED up into heaven and his very shout shook the earth itself. If that wasn't the perfect signal, then he did not know what was.

However during the interim that he was waiting for them to come, he decided to cause some mayhem. Already everyone inside the Great Hall escaped through whatever exit they could find, so he wouldn't be having the great enjoyment of squashing Ser Gimball over head like a ripe rotten fruit.

But he did have the Keep to himself, and O what a wonderful little sandbox it looked to be.

Swishing his tail back, he destroyed the wall behind him completely as all the stone blocks flew away, and he stepped out into the courtyard with a wicked smile on his draconic face. It was a horrifying thing, more teeth than lips, and when the occupants of the keep saw it, pure unadulterated terror filled them. He even saw some maids and servants faint outright, and some soldiers wet themselves in fear.

Chuckling deeply, his voice came out in a deep baritone voice filled with wickedness and evil. Harry begin to speak up in that deep hissing voice as he played into his role of an evil dragon of old, "TREMBLE IN MY WAKE, MORTALS!"

That seem to be the signal for all who stood frozen in terror as they took on his majestic and awe-inspiring draconic form to start running about like headless chicken as they screamed girlish screams.

Jumping at the first few dozen soldiers he spotted like a kitten seeking a mouse, he slashed and tore at them until only a bloody mess was left. Then with blood dripping from his claws, he turned his sight to other pockets of resistance.

There really wasn't much as everyone seem to have lost their mind, Harry wasn't just a run of the mill Dragon that a dozen or two wizards could put down if they worked together. No, he was a Great Wyrm, a True Dragon!

With a wing span of a hundred meters each and plenty of room to grow since he still hadn't hit adulthood, he was a force to be reckoned with.

Remus did not help with matters too as he was in full werewolf mode and was bringing forth death upon his enemies. Plus there was his honor guard he brought with him, even though they numbered only 10, they still zipped about on their Hippogriff and rained down spell after spell.

He could see that nearly everyone was running to the Donjon, and he allowed to do so. Let them turtle up for him and gather in one single spot, it would be so much easier to mop them up later.

However, on the down side some semblance of a force was mustered against him on the battlements of the inner curtain as the inner ward was just given up to him. Taking charge of the men was Ser Gimbal's son which surprised him for a bit since he imaged he would be cowering with this father in the Donjon, but it seems like he had more steel in him than his old man.

Still though it was a foolish mistake as you did not want to feel his might in this form.

Commanding his men, Gimball junior as he took to calling him since he really didn't take the time to remember his name, shouted and roused his men up as they all gathered in force at the inner curtain.

It wasn't much as the recruits were just as bad as the civilian folk who were running and screaming about, nor did he have the mercenaries with him as he saw they long made tail out of here once they saw him in his draconic form. They clearly did not sign up to fight Great Wyrms.

All Gimball jr had with him was his family men and it wasn't what it used to be as between him, Remus and his Hippogriff riders they killed a whole bunch of them like sheep at the slaughter.

Still it was a force to oppose him as he was still getting used to this mightily form and haven't really realized all the perks it came with.

Bringing out the magic cannons they lined them up against him and fired.

Magic Cannons were nothing like the stuff that muggles had which fired gunpowder. In comparison to them, they were more like flimsy stuff for children.

A Magic Cannon is a powerful weapon feared by all. When fired, the cannon releases a compressed beam of energy that wreaks destruction wherever it passes. Wizards have been using it for ages to bring ruin on their enemies, devastate whole landscapes, and wipe out and conquer non-wizarding beings.

And that was what exactly happened to Harry as dozens of large beams of a variety of different elemental damages from Acidic, Cold, Flame, Necrotic, Lightning, and so forth stuck him all at once.

Harry who was still a country bumpkin for all it was worth and still experience the wizarding world with all its wonders. Thinking that he could tank it with ease thanks to his scales, that was sadly the worst mistake he had ever made.

Letting out a long piercing cry of pain as the beams exploded against his draconic body, he felt dozens of different sensations everywhere that had one thing in command, PAIN!

Lashing out in pain and anger, Harry tail begin to whip around like a whip as it destroyed everything in its path and he started to tear at the battlements shredding men to pieces and crushing magic cannons which exploded spectacularly.

However the Chalet men did not seem to want to let up as the few remaining magic cannons fired at him and others missed him entirely and struck the keep leaving ruin in its wake.

Still, a few did strike him and he was able to put his wings up for defense, but he took on more damage and from his cries it was very painful indeed.

In between the interim of the magic cannons loading up to fire at him, Harry was about to try to finish up these men on the wall until he heard the thump of heavy paw fall and the beats of wings in the sky.

Turning his long serpentine neck to the east where the combined army was stationed, he could see figures coming over the rise. Then he saw them all, in the sky with gleaming armor that shined in the afternoon setting sun were Griffin and Hippogriff riders, and on the land were spitting Hellhounds lead by a great Cerberus.

The Potter and Black family Army have finally arrived.

Then as if to wake him up from his reverie and remind him where he was, a couple of beams of concentrated energy struck at him. They were less than the previous salvos with less men to operate them, and even less more magic cannons to fire, but it still caused some of his scales to crack and fall of with all the damage to took.

Acting more on instinct than anything as all the agony he suffered acted as a trigger, a deep red glow started to form along his chest and neck and then he let out a long bright red breath of flames, or more accurately a bout of Dragon flames.

Watching as the men on the wall burned and burned as they let their throats go horse with screams of agony, Harry finally had time to lick his wounds and collect himself.

The combined army of the two families faced no resistance at all as they basically walked up to the Keep and strolled in like they owned it. They easily put down anyone who dared to raise and arm against them, and for the others they huddled them up like cattle to do with what they wished later.

Before long the whole keep except for the Donjon was under their control. As for the Donjon, it was the last ditch resistance of House Chalet as finally Ser Gimbal had stepped up and begin to lead his last few remaining men.

However the man was very much outnumbered, outgun, and outclassed so it was a quick affair. Nevertheless, he did inconvenience us as he somehow got opened the pens of the Keythong, and all 200 of them even including some of the juvenile and hatchling Keythong poured out to attack us viciously.

Each and every one of them was under the Berserk Maddening potion so we were left with no choice but to put them down. It infuriated him to no end as the Griffin-kin beasts driven to madness had to be massacred on number, and his rage for Ser Gimbal grew magnitude. How could he use the beasts that his family honored to give him like this.

O, once he gets his hand on that power hungry bastard...

Still the Keythong did nothing to help the man, the Keythong were used by his family as attack dogs and vanguard scouts. They were good at savaging louse wizards and witches by packs, but other than that they stood nothing agist the more super Griffin-kin he brought nor the Hellhounds which proved to be more savage than them.

Soon, it was back to the Donjon which he took savage glee in destroying with his giant claws and razor sharp teeth. Before long the place was over run by his men, and was conquered by them. The last remaining forces were cleared out, and all the people that hid in the place were brought out including Ser Gimbal and his young wife and little daughter.

Slowly transforming back into his human form, he took in all the damage he received in the battle. There was a long bloody gash running along his abdomen which was where he received the brunt of the damage, but he could see that his Rapid Regeneration he got from the Phoniex was working overtime to heal it up.

Plus there were the elemental damages he received, even with the ridiculously high Magic Resistance he gained in his draconic form, there was a bunch of that elemental damage coursing through his body.

Ignoring it for the moment, he put on a strong face and held his head high like the conqueror he was. He could get Aunt Dromeda to heal it up later even if he would be facing her questions.

Walking up to the center of the courtyard where all the remaining soldiers were being tied up and the civilian folk were watched closely, Harry came to where Ser Gimbal was held to sword point by his lieutenant.

"Alex, stand down," he called out as he came to a stop in front of the man.

"Do you yield good ser?" he asked, giving the usual courtesy that nobles gave to each other even though he wanted to take the man's head right here and now.

"Why would I," he growled like a menacing wolf, but Harry just knew it was a last ditch effort to save himself, "after you took my keep by treachery and deceit?"

"Oh, please," he snorted, "don't tell me treachery and deceit after you were planning on rebellion against your rightful liege lord! By magic, you are considered the most dishonorable of the lot after my family has given you hearth and home!"

"Hearth and home," he repeated, "all you gave my sire was some dreary keep and some savage beast! And you come on as if you have given me the whole world!"

Rolling his eyes at him, Harry did not want to hear any more of his bullcrap, he and all his ancestors were a greedy lot. Not only were they raised beyond all common men and treated by his family well, here he is repaying the kindness with treachery. Wanting stuff that isn't his.

"Will you yield or do I have to just skip decorum and make you an unrecognizable burnt husk like your son?" he asked. He saw what happened to Gimbal jr. as he went up into flames along side the men he lead against him. His resistance was brave, but in the end just like he said- foolish. There is no way you can go up against the full might of a True Dragon!

Taking a deep gulp at his implied threat, he slowly nodded his head and spat out, "I yield."

"Good," Harry said with a nod of his head. "Now tell me who was your secret backer?" he cut to the heart of what he was looking for.

There was no Ser Gimbal had any means to pursue a war with his family. All he had to his name was this Keep, nothing more, nothing less. So where did he get the gold to fund all the equipment, training, and mercenaries?

Up his ass? Unlikely since he wasn't a rare Nugget Beetle.

From the goblins? Yea, they don't invest in fools like him.

So he must have had someone secretly supporting him to take down his family, and now the question was who?

Seeing him shut his mouth, Harry turned his gaze towards his young wife and daughter. "You know what," he said to no one in particular, "I think they would be a scrumptious meal in my dragon form."

"Couldn't agree more," Alex nodded his head enthusiastically. The man would follow along with everything he said without blinking an eye thanks to how fanatically loyal he was. You just don't get them like Alex.

Looking ghastly, the man really didn't know he was beating on him to care about them more than his own life. "I would have told you, if I could have you heartless monster. I am under an Unbreakable Vow not to t-tell... who ... are."

"Well too bad," he said, "I guess I will just have to make a peace meal out you all since you are not worth anything to me if you can't even tell me WHO SUPPORTED YOU!"

"Since I am a dead man walking, I might as well bring him down with me," Ser Gimbal finally spoke up. "The man who wants to see that destruction of House Potter is... Lord Tobias Nott of House Nott."

With that proclamation, clouds gathered overhead and they weren't regular clouds in the least bit. With a myriad of a rainbow hue, thunder rumbled over head and everyone watched aghast. Then suddenly a great big pillar of rainbow streak tore through the air and struck down at Ser Gimbal.

The last words he got out as he was obliterated to nothing but atoms and matter was, "I HOPE YOU TEAR AT EACH OTHER TO DEATH! HAHAHA!"

That should be a lesson to your children at home, never break an Unbreakable Vow, or else Magic itself will come after you!

Chapter 65: Vassals

After the death of Ser Gimbal at the hands of Magic itself, Harry continued with the work of clearing this Keep out.

As for Lord Nott, he set him aside for now. Thanks to this infringement into his own personal matters, he had casus belli with his House, so he could basically wage war on him at any time, and it would be held up in the Wizengamot. But now wasn't the time to pursue it, his armies were still building up to the force they used to be, and they would need time to prepare for an all-out war with them.

So as much as it pained him, he had to leave be the man for now. But that didn't stop him from sending out spies to check out his enemy's estates and holding. Soon dozens of little Micro Griffins were flying out of the keep towards numerous directions.

After that, the question came up about what to do what all the people they capture. There were a lot of captured souls from battle- from the 600 mercenaries captured by Sirius on their way to the keep, which explained why they took so long to arrive.

All of them put down their weapons when they saw the overwhelming force and surrounded to face his judgment, just like any sane hireling would.

He thought about what to do with them; on the one hand, they took his rebellion vassal's money, but on the other hand, they made his conquest of the place a lot easier when they fleed. It was a tough choice, but what decided for him, in the end, was the mercenary codes.

They were compelled to offer up their wands, armor, equipment, and mounts to him, which they also needed to either pay out recompense him with serve time to him.

Metting the mercenary captain, Harry decided to give them generous terms by returning their wands and equipment to them and buying out their serves for the whole year, for a very reduced price of course. The man looked very happy with the term, and so was he since he would need the extra men to wage war with the Notts very soon.

The mercenary captain also recommended his brother with glowing remarks who lead 400 men, so in the end, he totaled out a 1,000 men for service the whole year.

After that it was time to deal with the civilian folks of the keep- from the cooks, cleaners, servants, entertainers, gardeners, blacksmith, hunters, apprentices, and so forth. For them, he decided to take them into his own household with the promise of double wages to ease any hurt feeling.

His estates were a bit lonely and very much empty, yes there were plenty of House-elves underfoot taking care of properties, but he wouldn't deny that it could use some livening up. He knew that they used to be Ser Gimbal's folk which he basically forced him to murder himself, but they were just common folk who didn't have any words to say if their master decided to rebel or not.

So with that, he decided to pass them on to Tobry, his ever helpful little steward who just arrived with the fanfare of the victory going on.

Then it was the troop, for the recruits most of them made it through the battle with only a few having some sort of injure. Really those injuries were more from their wild panic than anything else.

He sort of felt bad for the whole lot of them, most were made up of baby faced boys and girls who looked to be recent Hogwarts or some other magical school graduate.

Harry decided to incorporate them into his army, they were always looking for more fresh recruits, and he was sure that Commander would shape them up into real men and women. Of course, he would have the old hand keep an eye on them to make sure there aren't any bad apples who want to cause trouble, but other than that, he felt safe enough to take them in.

Naturally, he could not forget about his own adoptive father, so he had the recruits divided up and sent half to the Griffin Fort and the other half to the Black Fort.

Finally, he had to deal with the loyal men of house Chalet. There was a few of them reminding as many of being lost on the battlements and some more in the Donjon that tried to make a last stand. He knew that he could not let them go or even take them into his fold, sooner or later they would be causing him trouble as they tried to avenge their lord.

However at the same time, he really didn't want to massacre 186 men, battle was one thing and on the field either you dead or your enemy did, but now that they were captured and bound, he just couldn't force himself to murder them in cold blood.

Say what you will about him, but he had boundaries that he never wanted to cross. He did not want to become the next Voldermort, a mad man hell bent on world domination. Or Dumbledore manipulating ever one from the shadow.

However, the answer soon appeared to him in the form of the mountain range behind the Keep. It wasn't a regular old mountain filled with stone and stubby vegetation, but of precious magical metals, rare magical gemstones, valuable crystals used in enchantments, and large quantities of magical minerals. This was why his family gave the Chalet this land, but since they wanted to pursue his family riches instead of their own he would gladly take it back.

He would need the hard labor, and with 10 years of back breaking work in those mines he planned to open up, it would soften them up perfectly and break their will of revenge.

With that out of the way, he came to the last issue at hand; what to do with Lady Chalet and her little daughter.

Just as he was mulling over those thoughts, it was as if someone read his mind and the woman herself walked into the room which previously used to be Ser Gimbal, but he had made into his own during his stay here.

"Lady Chalet?" he said as he got up on the richly furnished chair; he really would have look into bringing it with him. It fit just about perfectly on his behind.

"I am no lady anymore. You saw to that, my lord. Call me Nia, please," she said with a bow.

"How did you get in?" he asked with a hint of suspicion, looking for a knife or a hidden wand. You never know how women would act sometimes.

"Your guards let me through after a thorough check," she added as she figured out his thoughts.

"A lot good they are," he muttered to himself.

"Oh, they knew what they were doing," she answered with a smile that really brought out her beauty as she slowly sauntered over to him with a bit of sway in her hips. Then very slowly, she begin to run her fingers along his chest and whispered, "They were giving you your conquer's right."

Then suddenly she was out of the one piece dress she was wearing and he noticed she had nothing underneath it. Without a word, she begin to kiss him, at first hesitant then slowly much more sensual.

It most cases, Harry would have already been waging war with her as he returned the kiss, but today he pushed her back. Not only was he surprised with his action, so was she.

"My lord," she whispered as he felt her tremble in his grasp, "do you not want me."

"No, it is not that," he answered with a shake of his head, "it is just that I won't take advantage of you," he answered stiffly. Harry would be the first to accept that he was liberal with who he slept with, he did after all have sex with another man's wife, his own teacher, his cousin, and the list went on. But that does not mean he would stoop so low as to take advantage of a fearful and terrified woman.

Finally, unable to hold it back, the woman broke down, "What is to happen to my daughter and me?"

"Nothing," Harry replied as he felt really bad. It was like he was the villain here.

"I will even take her in as my ward, give her a private education, make sure she heads off to Hogwarts when she reaches 11, and I would even sponsor her apprenticeship if she choices that path or the Cloak Tower as well. Plus, I will even find her a good match with a respectable man with deep pockets and good lineage."

"Really?" she asked as she looked up at him with so much hope in her eyes.

"Yes," he answered with a soft smile as he used his thumb to wipe at her tears, "and I would never separate the two of you."

Leaning into his hand, she softly whispered, "then I thank you, my lord," looking up at him then as she pressed her body up against him, "let me repay you for all the good gracious you have shown me."

Laughing out loud, Harry pushed her back a bit, "I am not against a tumble in the sheets, but you are not of solid mind now. Maybe," he whispered to her, "after you settle in my castle and you still want to repay me. I wouldn't mind at all."

Once Nia was sent back to her chambers to spend time with her daughter, he could see that the day was already nearing to an end. All that organizing and making decisions really wasted a bunch of his time, but now however it was his men's time to celebrate.

Already he had the cooks prepare a large feast for the soldiers who bravely charged into battle for him. And he had some of the caskets brought up from Ser Gimbal private wine cellars and cracked it open for the men.

Plus to really cement his show of graduated he had 10 silver Sickle given to each soldier, 10 gold Galleons to each officer, and 100 Galleons to his superior officers.

With the men's pocket filled and wine freely flowing, the celebration were soon in perfect order. He even made sure to add the keep people into the liveliness, plus the recruits to ease them up and show them they were now part of his people.

Sitting at a high table alongside many of his close aids and friends, Harry simply smiled all day and gave nods here and there, and that seem to satisfy everyone.

Before long he was playing drinking games with Sirius, and then soon he was totally wasted and Remus was the victory of all the matches, you just can never compete with a werewolf's tolerance, they have a whole lot of that.

Walking up the next morning, Harry had the biggest head spitting headache of his life, thankfully he knew the perfect spell to fix it and after a dozen tries he finally was able to cast it and his mind was at ease.

What could he say, Magic was just that fucking awesome!

Looking at the Keep he could only see a few guards he set up to watch the Chalet men were the only ones still remaining on their feet.

This would just be unacceptable, he needed this place in order before his vassals that he summoned arrived!

Rousing up the men, he cast about the Hangover cure spell and received plenty of gracious nods and quickly thought it to even more people to cast around. He really had to thank one of his debauchery ancestors who found this to be a good spell to put in the family grimoire, it really did save you so much time instead of failing miserably at making the hangover cure potion and having it explode in your face.

With hangover cured, this place was quickly put to orderly matter, and after that he had the men break their fast before his guests arrived.

Then before long with a bunch of fanfare the first of his vassals came, Lord Bott the Barons of Corsham.

In total his family had 9 vassal, now of which one was destroyed by him so 8. Of those 8 only three of them were marked by the goblins of Gringotts as paying their tributes over these last couple years, the others... well let's just say they have been reminisce.

Lord Bott was one of his steadfast supports and with how quick he came instead of dillydallying like others, he was clearly happy to swear his oaths to him.

As the man traveled through the front gates of what used to be Chalet keep, Harry stood on the front steps of the courtyard to greet him and so were a 100 men seated on Hippogriffs in neat rows and 10 Griffin riders flanking him on either side.

He had everyone else return to their respected posts especially the Black Host, that was a hand he did not want to play openly yet. So best to keep it close to his heart for now.

Stepping out of the carriage, he was greeted to the sight of strong jawed man who reminded him of a school mate, Terry Boot

"Oh-hohoho," the man chuckled deeply once he laid eyes on him, "my lord," he said with a polite lord.

"Lord Bott," Harry said, "it is wonderful to meet you."

"Same, same," the man nodded his head.

Just them more people arrived, and from their devices, Lord Bott was able to voice, "It looks like Ser Ryan and Ser Eddie have arrived."

Coming to greet him was a tall dark skinned wizard, Ser Ryan of House Cole, and a lean lanky man- Ser Eddie of House Dehoff. They were the other two knights that reminded loyal to his house in their time of trouble.

Greeting them politely and chatting up with them for a bit, another group arrived.

Baron Kerry of House Fraser a plump man with beady eyes well known for his gluttonous appetite. Behind him was his toady more loyal to the Baron than to his rightful lord, a tall thin man by the name of Bret of House Porter a Knightly House.

After that came a short enigmatic man, Ser Watts of House Spencer who was a fanatic Light follower and followed Dumbledore's dogma perfectly.

Then it was a pudgy man, Ser Gray of House Pearce with a quiet nature, Harry was still unsure of his master.

Last but not least was a tall dark haired man with sharp piercing eyes, Ser Myles of House Rogers. Harry did not know how to feel about him, the goblins did show he did pay his tributes sporadically for whatever reason.

Once everyone was here, he lead them up to Ser Gimbal's solar room, where they begin their gathering.

"I believe you all know why I called you here?" Harry begin.

"Let me say, my lord, I would be happy to renew my oaths to you," Lord Boot happy answered. to which Ser Cole and Dehoff nodded their head.

"I thank you," Harry nodded his head.

"Where is Ser Gimbal if I may ask, my lord," Baron Kerry changed the subject as he peered around looking for the man. "This is his Keep so why isn't he present."

"Oh Ser Gimbal," Harry said innocently, then he tossed a pouch in the middle of the table as some ash spilled out. "That's all that is left of him," he said with a shrug.

Looking surprised which seem to be a first on his calm cool face, Ser Gray asked, "He is dead."

"Yes," Harry stated as if he was discussing the weather not the death of a man, "he had this pesky thing in his mind called rebellion, so I had to get rid of it, if you catch my meaning."

"You murdered a man of noble birth?" Baron Kerry asked with surprise that was slowly being overwhelmed by affront.

"It was my right like any lord," Harry shrugged his shoulders. "What am I suppose to give him a pat on the back and a smile?"

"Ser Gimbal was a man of virtue and honor, to be killed off with no trial or mercy," Ser Watts wrinkled his nose acting all high and righteous with himself.

Snorting right in his face, Harry let out a barking laugh, "virtuous and honorable you say. Man, you must have such low standards, Ser Watts, or they have fallen greatly. A man who planned to rebellion against his rightful lord that has given him hearth and home, you call good? Come on then, stealing from a child then must be the epitome of all virtuousness in your books."

Looking anger at his remarks, Ser Bret was quick to the chase to speak up, "It doesn't matter, a man of such good stranding should not and can not be killed off at the whim of your fancy."

"Are you telling me who to do my job, Ser Bret?" Harry asked in a level tone, but the pure deadlyness behind it wasn't hidden in the least bit.

"No," he hesitantly replied, looking unsure of himself with his eyes boring into him.

"Good," Harry said, "now that we are all in agreement, I would like my oaths!"

"These things can not be rushed my lord," Baron Kerry spoke up, "there will need to be many celebrations and exchange of gifts before any of that."

Staring at him Harry knew he wanted to delay the oath as far back as he could, the oath was no simple thing. In actually it was an Unbreakable Vow that really prevented them from doing the same thing that Ser Gimbal just did.

With the coming of each new head of the house, the oath needed to be sworn to them personally, so that why the old power hungry man was able to begin a rebellion. No one was here to keep him in line for years.

"The oaths will be sworn now, or else I would take it that you don't want to be my vassal," Harry simply stated, sticking to his guns. He gave them no room to remover as he brought them here to where one of their own was struck down, and if they did not want to have the same faith they had no choice but to swear their oaths.

"I will not do so," Ser Bret foolishly declared acting as a mouth piece for Baron Kerry of course to see if he would bend.

"Okay," Harry said, "then from here on out you are no longer my vassal, and all properties and debts given will be taken away."

Then under their watchful eye, he called up Lieutenant Alex with his Mirror Phone, "Yes, please have the Griffin Cohort move in on Ser Berts lands and have them seize it."

Looking at Ser Berts aghast faces, he smiled at him, "Oh, did you want to see a live stream?" he asked innocently as he turned the phone around and have him watch as the First Cohort over ran the clearly unprepared forces he had.

Then he watched as his wife, mistress, and children were brought out, and just then he ended the call.

"Now, who else would love to leave, huh? Do we have anyone? Any goers?"

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