I wanted to thank everyone for the reviews I've been getting. I've had the flu and was even off from work, which for me is a cardinal sin. I'm better now and have been dealing with a huge pile of paperwork left for me on my desk, so I've no time to even think about writing. When I did get back the computer again, I found a million reviews and was so tickled. Thank you all for that, it was just what I needed.

Chapter Nine

Harry woke up on Sunday morning feeling very contented and snuggly warm in his four poster bed. In fact Harry was feeling some other things as well, things that he normally did not feel in the morning. Such as a pair of muscular arms wrapped around him, hold him tight, the warmth of another body pressed up close to him and the … well, many of you know the "problem" that many teenaged boys have when they first wake up. Let's just say that was pressed up against Harry's buttocks. You got the "big" picture right?

Turning over Harry looked right into the sleeping face of Seamus Finnigan and rolled his eyes.

"Seamus," Harry said, trying to wake him up. "Seamus."

"Hmmmm," the Irishmen replied sleepily.

"Wake up Seamus, you're poking me."

"Huh?" Seamus said as he opened his eyes in confusion and then realized what Harry was talking about. "Oh, yeah, sorry about that Harry. You know how it is; guys have those all the time in the mornings."

Harry turned away from Seamus' grin and laid his head back on the pillow, "I don't. Not anymore."

"What do you mean, 'Not anymore'?"

"I haven't had one of those since I went to Azkaban," Harry admitted quietly, as if it were his fault. "I guess it was living with the Dementors for one year, three months, two weeks, four days, seven hours, thirteen minutes and twenty six seconds that killed every sexual thought in my body."

"Harry," Seamus said worried, "Don't say that. You don't know that for sure. It could just be in your mind or maybe you just aren't healthy enough for your body to support any sexual activity. Don't count yourself as a eunuch yet."

"I guess."

Seamus was becoming very afraid for his friend and asked the one question he really didn't want to know. "Harry, when the ministry sent you away, they didn't do anything to you to make unable to …"

Harry barely smiled, "Not that I am aware of. However, I am still aware of someone knocking on my back door. You wouldn't know who that would be, do you?"

Seamus smiled and said in a husky Irish accent, "Harry, I am a healthy young man; I can't help it if my body responds to yours."

"Well just so that you know, you can knock, but that doesn't mean you get to come in," Harry said cheekily. "Besides what are you doing in my bed anyway?"

"Well after last night, I thought I should stand guard over you in case someone tried to wake you up. You seemed really out of it after Quidditch and with the…" Seamus paused feeling guilty about not standing up with Harry, "…Banshees."

"Don't worry about it, I told you that yesterday. Besides from what I heard, Eppy is more than capable of handling anyone who wants to disturb me. However, that doesn't explain why you are naked."

Smiling wickedly, "Well you never know when you straight boys might give in."

Rolling his eyes, Harry mumbles, "I think I'm having another Darkmoore moment."

Just then, the two boys heard the door to their dormitory open up and two people attempt to creep in quietly. 'Attempt,' being the key phrase here as these two can't stop arguing long enough to catch their breath. It's amazing they can find the time to snog each other without arguing. If they were snogging that it, which they both claim they don't do.

"Hermione, I think we should do like the house elf said and leave Harry alone," whispered Ron.

"She's not here now and I want to talk to Harry. I am getting tired of this non-sense from him," the Head Girl whispered back.

Harry and Seamus just looked at each other and Harry suddenly had an idea. "Eppy," he whispered.

The elf popped onto the bed and said, "Yes Master Harry?"

Harry pulled off his t-shirt and whispered, "Can you change back into your leather outfit again? Ron and Hermione are out there getting ready to open the curtains. I want to give them a little surprise."

Grinning evilly the house elf nodded and snapped her fingers causing many things to happen inside the curtains to Harry's four poster bed.

Moments later Hermione opened the curtains to wake Harry and what she found caused both her and Ron to stand there with the mouths hanging open. Harry Potter was naked except for a black leather chest harness, silver nipple clamps connected by a thing silver chain, a black leather dog collar and a bright red ball gag in his mouth strapped to his bed by his hands and feet. Seamus was wearing the same thing except for the ball gag and licking Harry's stomach with Eppy standing at the foot of the bed with whip in hand.

"That is being it my little man bitches," cried Eppy as she cracked the whip. "You's is performing for your mistress Eppy good you's is! Eppy is feeling good and dirty…" the elf then touched herself suggestively "…down there."

Both Ron and Hermione screamed and bolted from the room letting the curtains fall shut again, leaving Harry and Seamus in fits of the giggles, well giggling as best you can with a bright red ball gag in your mouth.

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Later that day, Harry went down to the Great Hall to have lunch. He had hardly eaten anything the day before and was quite hungry by now. Taking a seat at the Gryffindor table, Harry piled his plate full of food and starts eating with gusto.

"Harry."

Sighing Harry puts his knife and fork down and looks up, "Yes."

"I would like to talk to you about what happened yesterday. Facing a whole colony of Banshees and walking away unharmed is almost impossible."

Picking up his utensils, Harry began eating once more, ignoring the Headmaster in the process.

Sitting down beside him, Professor Dumbledore continues, "I really think we should go up to my office and talk about this."

Okay, a show of hands now, how many think that Harry is getting really pissed off? Hold still I'm counting.

Huffing and throwing down his fork, Harry turns to the Headmaster and says, "This is the first meal I have had since yesterday morning when I took the first bit of exercise I have had in over one year, three months, two weeks, four days, seven hours, thirteen minutes and twenty six seconds, which almost exhausted me into a coma. Then I had to face a colony of Banshees and was doing alright until you interfered with me, which set them to wailing at me. And then I had to belt the lead bitch in the face to shut her up, which caused my hand to swell up. You didn't seem too concerned about me yesterday; otherwise someone who actually cared about me might have thought to send the school nurse to check on me to make sure I wasn't dead."

"I did try to check on you yesterday, but your house elf wouldn't let me see you."

"Really?" Harry asked sarcastically. "Because when I asked her this morning who had been by to check in on me or to see me, your name was not on that list. In fact none of the teachers' names were on that list except for Professor Langtree. You would think that my head of house or even the Headmaster, both of whom want my forgiveness, would have checked in on me. Hell, even the werewolf did not come near me."

"Professor Lupin."

"You've told to not correct me Uncle Fucker," snapped Harry.

Sighing the Headmaster continues, "There is another reason why I would like you to come to my office today Harry."

"Let me guess, McGonagall, Snape and Malfoy are all waiting up there waiting for you to tell me he's part Veela and wants me to be his mate, which will cause me to become pregnant with his love child. No, I don't think I want to have a Frizzy moment today, but thanks all the same."

"I don't know what you are talking about Harry," Dumbledore said, "However; I would like to talk to you about this bill I received for five hundred and thirty six barrels of butterbeer we received this week."

"Why are you asking me?"

"Who else would order that much," the Headmaster asked.

"Winky looked thirsty."

"I'm sure she did," Dumbledore replied with a twinkle in his eye. "But we shouldn't aid her in her addictions, it is harmful to her."

Harry smirked and asked, "Was that the only reason you wanted to see me in your office?"

"No, it isn't Harry. I do believe that Cornelius Fudge is waiting for us there to talk to you."

"No thanks."

"I believe it would be in your best interest to attend this meeting."

"He can talk to my solicitor if it's that important."

"Harry…"

"Fine," Harry said in mock disgust, "I'll fire call Mr. Graves and if he can come, then I will meet with the Minister of Magic. If he can't then I won't."

"If that's the best I can get, then I'll have to take it," the Headmaster replied as he got up. However, before he walked out of the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore asked, "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, could you not dress like a Muggle for the meeting?"

As Harry watched him leave, he started to plan. Oh what fun it was to be him these days.

x-x-x-x-x

Two hours later, Harry walked into the Headmaster's office with his wizarding solicitor, Algernon Graves. Harry was once again wearing his filthy Azkaban robes and looked the part of a pathetic malnourished prisoner, making the Minister of Magic's jaw drop at the sight of him as well as several Aurors who had accompanied the minister.

"Minister Fudge," Mr. Graves said happily upon entering the office.

"Algernon Graves," sputtered the incompetent head of government, "Whatever are you doing here?"

"Well, Mister Potter is my client and as his solicitor, I have every right to represent him in matters that deal with him in regards to your office. Wouldn't you agree Minister Fudge?"

Cornelius Fudge had no idea how to react to Graves and turned to Professor Dumbledore for guidance. However, what he saw when he turned to the aging Headmaster shocked him as Harry Potter, had walked silently up to him and crawled up into his lap and began cuddling the old man possessively.

"Albus? Harry?" the confused minister asked.

Even the Headmaster was looking befuddled as to Harry's actions toward him.

"Was I good boy to come like you told me to daddy?" Harry asked innocently, cuddling in even closer to the Headmaster.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore," Algernon Graves said icily, "Is he being a good boy? Why is my client, who not even a week ago was writing me letters telling me how you were forcing him to remain in this castle, is now sitting in your lap and calling you 'daddy'?"

"I have no idea why Harry is doing this," Dumbledore said strongly and tried to stand up but Harry held tight and wouldn't budge.

"Sir?" one of the Auror's asked Minister Fudge. "We are here to investigate Potter's complaint that Professor Dumbledore knew of his innocence and allowed him to be sent to Azkaban anyway for one year, three months, two weeks, four days, seven hours, thirteen minutes and twenty six seconds, shouldn't we start to question him?"

"Yes," muttered the shocked wizard, "By all means go right ahead."

At his point both Mr. Graves and Minister Fudge took seats across from the Headmaster while one of the first Aurors walked around the desk to question Harry.

"Mr. Potter? I have some questions to ask you about your complaint."

Harry looked at the Auror and then up at Dumbledore and said, "Daddy, it is okay that I speak to the strange man? I know you don't like it when I do that because they might ask about our secrets."

"Secrets?" bellowed Algernon Graves in mock outrage. "What secrets would these be?"

"I have no idea," the Headmaster answered wearily, catching on quickly that Harry had a plan. "I think it would be best if Harry took a seat and answered the questions truthfully."

"No Daddy," cried Harry like a child. "You said I could sit on your lap whenever I wanted to. Should I undress like I did this morning and let the house elf whip me again?"

All of the Aurors in the room were shocked and event he Minister of Magic's eyes were wide with confusion. Algernon Graves just sat back and watched his client work the room.

"Whip him again?" one of the Aurors asked unpleasantly.

"I have no idea what he is talking about," Dumbledore said truthfully.

The first Auror continued again, "Mr. Potter, would you please tell me why you think Headmaster Dumbledore knew that you were innocent."

"He checked my wand and none of the spells that were used to kill Hagrid, Professor Trelawney, Percy Weasley, several house elves and that large three headed dog named Fluffy were there. He said it didn't matter, that I was getting far too independent for my own good and needed to be taught a lesson," Harry explained and cuddled more into Dumbledore's robes. "I'm sorry daddy, but I had to tell the truth. You still love me don't you?"

"I see," the first Auror said looking at the Headmaster with increasing dislike. However, he continued, "Mr. Potter, about the other complaints about a Ronald Weasley and a Hermione Granger destroying all of your personal property."

"Yes, they did it," Harry responded. "I'm suing them to reclaim monetary compensation for my losses. No one can bring back my photo album of my parents wedding. It was the only pictures I ever had of them. Daddy wouldn't let anyone near me to talk about them until Hagrid, sweet gentle Hagrid, gave me those few pictures. They were the only thing I ever had of them. I guess it doesn't matter, I never really knew them anyway." As Harry stopped speaking, he somehow forced a single tear to fall down his cheek.

"Yes, Harry, it does matter," Cornelius Fudge said from his chair. Then turning to one of the other Aurors he said, "Go find those two and place them under arrest and take them to a ministry holding cell until they can be given Veritiserum."

"Yes Sir."

"Cornelius, do you really think that is necessary?" Dumbledore asked as he finally managed to disentangle himself from Harry.

"Yes, I do Albus," barked the dim-witted public official.

The Headmaster sighed; there was nothing he could do for the two teens now.

x-x-x-x-x

A short time later, the Auror returned to the Headmaster's office with the arms Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger in each of his hands.

"Here they are Minister Fudge; I found them hiding in the library."

"We weren't hiding from you, we were studying," complained Hermione Granger, Head Girl.

"A likely excuse," barked Fudge. "I knew that you'd say something like that in order to try and get out of trouble."

"Professor Dumbledore," Hermione asked, "What is going on?"

"It seems Miss Granger," Dumbledore said as he cast a glance at the corner where Harry was standing, "that our young Mister Potter is being questioned by the Aurors present about his civil complaints against us. I do believe the Aurors wish to question the two of you in regards to an earlier statement Harry made."

Both Ron and Hermione looked nervous now and were looking at Harry hoping that he really wasn't going to send them to Azkaban as they had sent him. Harry looked back at them with a blank look on his face.

"Now Ms. Granger is it true that you and Mister Weasley here destroyed this list of Harry Potter's possessions?" asked the first Auror as he handed a list of items for Hermione to look at.

"Yes sir, it is," admitted Hermione, but taking a quick look from Harry to Ron and then back to Harry, she quickly amended, "However, I had nothing to do with the murder of Hedwig, Harry's pet owl."

"Hermione!"

"Well, I didn't Ron that was your doing and yours alone. You were the one who wrung her neck as you forced Harry watch helplessly."

As the Aurors and the two teenagers began lengthy questioning and explanations, Algernon Graves stealthily walked over to where Harry was standing and asked, "So Mister Potter, what do you have planned for an encore?"

"That depends," Harry answered quietly, "Did you make those purchases that I asked of you?"

"Most of them," the solicitor responded. "The main item on that list should be in your possession by tomorrow."

"Brilliant!"

x-x-x-x-x

Sometime later, after Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had been questioned, they were taken back to Gryffindor Tower and put on restriction. Which was a nice way of saying they were under house arrest and couldn't leave the tower except to go to classes and the Great Hall to eat.

"Now Harry," Cornelius Fudge said in what he thought was a fatherly voice, "Why don't you sit down here and we can discuss the Order of Merlin that you have been nominated for."

"What about the Weasley's?" asked Harry innocently.

"What about them?"

"Sir," the first Auror interrupted, "I think he is referring to the claim he made against them about Arthur and Molly Weasley stealing gold from his Gringott's vault."

"Oh yes, I had forgotten about that," Minister Fudge said. "Now don't worry about that Harry, the goblins at the bank were very forth coming with the withdrawal records of your vault during your unfortunate incarceration."

"Unfortunate incarceration," barked Algernon Graves. "I would like to know how one year, three months, two weeks, four days, seven hours, thirteen minutes and twenty six seconds of constant living with Dementors for a then sixteen year old boy can be considered as an unfortunate incarceration."

"If we had known at the time, this would not have happened," Fudge defended himself.

"Apparently the leader of the Wizengamont knew Fudge; shouldn't he have made that fact known to the rest of the wizarding world?" countered the solicitor.

"Mister Graves is correct there, Minister," one of the Aurors said. "Professor Dumbledore should have told us this if he had indeed known about it before hand."

Harry looked as pathetic as possible and said, "I guess I can put my memories in a pensieve, if it wouldn't be a bother for you to look at them."

"No, Harry, that will not be necessary," the Headmaster said in a sage like manner.

"Why is that sir?" the first Auror asked coldly.

"I really cannot see the point in forcing Harry to relive painful memories. As you can see he is suffering mentally from his time in Azkaban," the Headmaster said plainly, as if that were the end of things. "I'm afraid that my pensieve is being used by another today, so we would have to wait for him to use it another day."

"That isn't being a problem sir," Eppy said as she popped into the room. "Master Harry is buying one he is and it is being delivered just today." Then Eppy pulled up her pink skirt with the little yellow flowers embroidered on the hem that she had asked Harry to buy her, then groping herself shamelessly she pulled out a pensieve, revealing the red lacey thong she wore underneath.

Mr. Graves looked down at the house elf and winked at her. After all it was he who gave her the pensieve just before they entered Dumbledore's office. "Why thank you, that is just what we need right now. What a good and loyal servant you are."

Eppy blushed at the compliment and said, "It is being nothing sir. Eppy loves working for Master Harry. He is kind and gentle he is. He is buying Eppy this prettiful dress for me to wear so I's isn't being all naked. He was worried that I might be cold and get sick." Then with a trembling lower lip, Eppy began to wail, "Master Harry is being the bestest of masters, he is. He is being too wonderful and they is treating him so mean and hateful." Then with tears pouring from her eyes, Eppy continued, "They is making him take off all his clothes in classrooms and all day yesterday he is bed sick and Eppy was so worried that he would die."

"Sick?" the first Auror asked. "Mister Potter, were you sick yesterday?"

"It was nothing," Harry mumbled.

"It was not being nothing," cried Eppy. "Eppy was watching as Master Harry fought off a whole colony of Banshees by hisself. No one was helping him and he was all alone." Then Eppy turned on Dumbledore with tears still streaming down her little face and screamed, "AND YOU'S WAS JUST STANDING THERE WATCHING HOPING THAT THEY IS KILLING MY POOR MASTER HARRY! YOU'S IS NOT CARING A LICK FOR MY WONDERFUL MASTER HARRY!"

"Thank you Eppy, I think that'll be enough," Mr. Graves said quietly.

Eppy turned to him with a big toothy grin, no longer crying and said, "Okay," and popped away again.

The room fell silent and Harry stood there with his head down and stared at the carpet trying his best not to laugh and still look pathetic.

"Mister Potter," the first Auror said quietly. "Did you really face a whole colony of Banshees yesterday?"

Harry nodded.

"All alone?"

Harry nodded again.

"Professor Dumbledore knew about this and did not help you at all?"

Harry nodded for a third time.

"Now see here Dumbledore," Cornelius Fudge cried. "What is the meaning of this? I thought that you had the boy's best interest when you lobbied for that faux law to be passed concerning him."

"I have always had Harry's best interests in mind Cornelius," the Headmaster said calmly.

"You have a funny way of showing it," one of the junior Aurors said.

"Yes, I quite agree," Algernon Graves said curtly.

The first Auror chose to speak again, "Now that Mister Potter's elf brought him this pensieve, perhaps we can see what he has been talking about." Turning to Harry, he continued in a friendly manner, "Do you know how to use a pensieve?"

"I've never used one, but I've seen it done before."

Smiling the first Auror said, "It's easy, just think of the memory you want us to see and then place your wand to your temple and it will pull the memory from your mind and drop it into the bowl."

"Okay," Harry said and sat on the floor with the pensieve in his lap and pulled out the memories and placed them in the bowl for them to look at and review. After he had finished Harry handed to bowl to the Auror and everyone gathered around it to witness the scene from the beginning of Harry's sixth year unfold.

Ten minutes later, all of the Aurors and the Minister of Magic stood up and looked at the Headmaster.

"You knew," Fudge said looking at Dumbledore.

The Headmaster sighed and said, "Yes, I did, but I had my reasons for hiding it."

To Be Continued … Please Read and Review

Author's Note: I normally don't do this but I wanted everyone to understand something. I am not making all the characters gay. The only one who is gay so far is Seamus Finnigan, who is in love with Harry. Harry is straight and Eppy is a girl elf, who happens to like dressing up like a dominatrix with a whip. It's so rare to find one of those isn't it?

I was asked why I know so much about the sexual devises I've been mentioning in my story, and the answer is simple, my reviewers tell me these things. Some ask why I did or didn't use something and other gives me suggestions. So I guess there are a lot of sex maniacs reading my story.

As you know, Darkmoore wrote "Harry Potter and the Veela That Wouldn't Go Away" which is located at this website. Look it up, his stories are pretty good.

Frizzy wrote a story called "Magnetic Attraction," which I believe is the first Draco as a Veela story out there. All the Veela stories that have come after are all her inspiration, even mine to a small degree. She used to be at this website, but they actually banned her if you can believe it. She has a yahoo group now, but I have no idea what its name is.