STORY TITLE: Amelia's Debt

PART: 05 of ?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (redjacobsonfiction )
DISTRIBUTION: , , Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: Harry Potter killed Voldemort at Bones Manor and saved her life, now Amelia is going to pay back that debt the only way she can! In this chapter, some questions are answered.

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Amelia/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 5,469
SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story? Takes place post Order of the Phoenix
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. There is also partner swapping and incest, so if those aren't your thing, you may want to skip this one.

THANKS TO OLD CROW: For permission to borrow Senior Auror Connie Hammer, as well as her Auror Partner Anna Daily (if she appears)

CASTING NOTES: Amelia Bones is played by Mrs. Peel era Diana Rigg

Fleur Delacour – Rhian Sugden

Padma and Parvati – Courtnie Quinlan

Lavender Brown – Danielle Sellers

Susan Bones – Leanne Decker

Hannah Abbott – Teagan Presley

Ministry for Magic
DMLE Director's Office
Friday, June 15th, 1996
12:30 pm

Amelia was just finishing a hurried lunch when her secretary announced Alastor Moody. Banishing the rubbish and checking to make sure she didn't have any crumbs on her robes, she stood and told Penelope to send him in.

The grizzled Auror walked in the closest thing to a smile she'd seen on his face in years. "Good to see you're still in one piece lass, and even gladder to hear that Voldemort isn't."

Amelia grinned, "You aren't the only one, it got pretty hairy for a while last night before the cavalry arrived. But that's not why I asked you to come in. Have a seat, I need to put up some more privacy spells."

When she was satisfied, she sat back down at her desk and pushed a folder over to him. "That's a list of all the Death Eaters who were killed last night. I want you to take a look, pay attention to the third name on the list."

He looked at her sharply, his magic eye spinning, looking around the room. Opening the folder, he kept his mouth shut as he scanned the list. When he reached the indicated name, his eyes shot open and he stared at her. "Son of a... he was a Death Eater? We never even heard a whisper about him, how?"

"That's going to be your job, Moody. I'm officially promoting you, to Department Troubleshooter, effective immediately. I want to know if we have any other moles in the department and anything else you discover. Fudge and Umbridge are Azkaban bound, and I'm going to clean this place up of their corruption, no matter what!"

She shook her head in annoyance, "I'm probably going to be forced into taking the Minister's job, Ogden doesn't really want it, he told me so earlier, and I don't want Rufus to have to deal with the shit we've been fighting for the last 10 years or so. I'd offer you the position, but you'd never be happy behind a desk, and you know it, right?"

He nodded, "They tried to put me on desk duty as far back as when Crouch ran the Department, avoided it all these years, don't see a need to change that."

She grimaced, "There are times I wish I was smart enough to do that, you have no idea how frustrating this job can be. But," she grinned suddenly, "With Lucius Malfoy and a bunch of the other bastards in the morgue, maybe we can change a few things. Oh, and one other thing, I know that you and Albus Dumbledore are old friends, but you can't let him know anything about this, or Senior Auror Shacklebolt, it's part of a related investigation."

He sat back and looked at her for a long moment, before he asked, "Does that include Auror Tonks? She's a member of the same group that Shacklebolt and I belong to."

"No, for a variety of reasons, I know beyond a doubt that she's clear. Especially since she was the one who brought the mess with Dumbledore to my attention."

Moody sat quietly, waiting for her to say something more, and Amelia briefly struggled with herself, but damn it, if she couldn't trust Moody, who the fuck could she trust?

"Needless to say, if word one of this gets to Dumbledore or any of his supporters, I'll have your balls cut off and served to you with American beer." He almost choked but nodded.

"You know how obsessed Dumbledore has been with Harry Potter, I remember a couple of comments you made over the last year or so. Well, he went far beyond just wanting to know what the young man was doing, he actively worked against him, preventing him from learning about his duties and responsibilities as a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, in fact, from what we've discovered so far, he removed all information on the Twenty-Eight, and what they mean, from Hogwarts library and prevented the students from even noticing."

"Damn! The lad would be torn apart the first time he tried to move in society, what the hell was Albus playing at?"

She smiled grimly, "That's only the smallest of the offenses we're looking at Alastor. I think you can understand the secrecy?"

He grunted, "I'll be removing this portion of the conversation from my memories and locking it away. But, you do know that he'll have patsy's set up to cover himself, don't you? Probably Snape, since the man is dead and can't defend himself."

"That's why I'm keeping this closely held until I'm ready to spring the trap." Part of that involves keeping Cornelius and Umbridge hidden far away from anywhere Dumbledore can get near them, but Moody doesn't need to know that part. Reaching across the desk, she retrieved the folder of names, "You have your orders, Moody. Any questions?"

Shaking his head, the old man stood and left the office, closing the door behind him.

Amelia nodded to herself in satisfaction. If anybody could root out any remaining supporters of Voldemort, it would be Moody. Opening another folder, she started re-reading the interrogation report on Dolores Umbridge. There was already enough, just in her Veritaserum confirmed testimony to see her dying in Azkaban, the use of the Blood Quill on Lord Potter-Black was enough to ensure that, let alone everything else she did, but Amelia was focusing on her interactions with Dumbledore, both in public and in private.

The public interactions weren't surprising, she'd been witness to a majority of them, including during that farce of a Hearing for Underage Magic they'd tried to use to expel Lord Potter-Black last August. It was the memories of the private interactions, especially those that included Cornelius Fudge and Severus Snape that was the most interesting, considering the public antagonism that they'd demonstrated.

The private meetings were far more congenial, seeming to be focused on both raising doubts about Voldemort's return as well as destroying Harry Potter's reputation. Neither Dolores nor Cornelius knew why Dumbledore wanted Harry's reputation ruined, but didn't care, they just didn't want him being believed. It was Dumbledore who wanted Dolores to keep adding detentions, to keep Harry too tired and stressed out to question what was happening until it was time for Dumbledore to 'rescue' him again.

The callous behavior on the part of all four of them, because Snape was the worst, she would swear that the bastard was getting excited at finding ways to make Harry miserable! Amelia almost wished that the greasy monster had survived the fight so she could ensure he suffered before he died! Oh well, he was in whatever afterlife he'd earned, and he wasn't going to hurt anyone anymore.

She idly wondered if it wouldn't just be easier to have the Dumbledore assassinated? He was slippery enough that, even with the evidence, he could convince enough of the public and his supporters on the Wizengamot that everything he had done was for the 'Greater Good' of the entire Wizarding World. And even if they could convict him, he still had that phoenix of his, could they keep him in prison?

The more she thought about it, the better the idea of just killing, or having the man killed appealed to her. He was undeniably guilty, and, if he were anybody else, she would build the case, have him arrested, and 'break under the questioning' and either have a heart attack or hang himself out of remorse. Unfortunately, Dumbledore was too high profile for the usual solutions, and she didn't have anybody trustworthy close to the man at the moment.

Tonks was capable, but she was still too idealistic to have the stomach for the extra-judicial methods that were sometimes required. And Moody would likely balk as well. Oh well, not something that needed to be decided right away. But she could put Skeeter to work destroying the man's reputation. Asking questions that she was sure Dumbledore didn't want to be asked. Any chink in his public armor would be good, wouldn't it?

She grimaced as she closed Umbridge's folder. It still disgusted the idealistic young Auror she once was to contemplate executing people without trial, but you don't advance in any Ministry in the world without some dirt on your hands. All you could do was make sure that the people you executed were guilty, proven by evidence that would have gotten them convicted and sentenced in an honest court. It was when you went over that line that you ended up like Barty Crouch, and she wasn't going to do that!

She was distracted from her thoughts by her office door starting to open. Amelia frowned, nobody was supposed to get into her office without permission. Dropping her wand into her hand, she held it at the edge of her desk, pointed at the opening, only to relax when she saw Harry's smirking face appear, although why was it floating in mid-air?

He stepped through the door and closed it, before she heard a rustle of cloth and his entire body appeared, dressed in his formal robes. "An invisibility cloak, Harry? You are full of surprises aren't you?"

Harry grinned, "One of the secrets to my success. I didn't feel like getting mobbed on my way up to see you hope you don't mind?"

Amelia shook her head, "No, I don't blame you. But, what brings you to see me? I thought we were going to have our conversation this evening?"

His grin widened as he deliberately looked over her body, "While I'm looking forward to that conversation a great deal, with the names of those who died last night leaking out, it might be a good idea to let the world know that Voldemort is dead for good this time."

She smiled as a thought occurred to her, "Have a seat, Harry, let's talk about what we want to say, and see if we can nut Dumbledore at the same time why don't we?"

Taking the seat in front of her desk, Harry leaned in, "Okay, you have my attention. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, one thing that I want to emphasize, is that Severus Snape, the man that Dumbledore swore wasn't a Death Eater, and was acting as his spy during the first war, was firing Unforgivables at me and the girls last night, and it was only the extra training in defense that you provided since Dumbledore's DADA professors were so bad, that allowed all of us to stay alive and take out so many of the attackers before help arrived."

"That's a nice poke in the eye to the old man, I like it! It's too bad we can't insinuate something about the reason he protected Snape is, judging by his fling with Grindelwald, he has a thing for 'bad boys'"

Amelia choked, "What! Dumbledore, and Grindelwald? Are you serious?"

He smiled grimly, "Oh, it's true alright. You just have to know who to ask, he's never really denied it, either, just gives his grandfather twinkly eye look and evades the question."

She shook her head, "Tempting, but since I'm looking to get something from him later today, I don't want to irritate him that much."

Harry nodded, "That's something that Rita would probably enjoy sniffing around anyway. She still owes me a favor for that interview."

Standing, Amelia said, "We can continue plotting Dumbledore's destruction later, let's get this over with."

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The Leaky Cauldron

Friday, June 15th, 1996
2:00 pm

Albus was about to pull his beard out in frustration! Not only was he thoroughly brushed off by Tiberius when he finally managed to contact the 'Acting' Minister, but he was having no luck being able to speak to Cornelius or Dolores. He'd been told, in no uncertain terms, that no one, and that included the Chief Warlock, was permitted to speak to the prisoners until the investigation was completed. That normally wouldn't happen, no mere Auror would have dared defy him like this, but Amelia had been clever enough to find Aurors who had reason to dislike him and have them guarding the cells.

And then, when he made his way to the Atrium, it was crowded with reporters babbling about the Announcement that Madame Bones and Harry Potter had just made, and the pictures they got of You Know Who's severed head! This was disastrous! Not that Tom was dead, that didn't bother him at all, but that he, the 'Leader of the Light' was nowhere to be seen when the announcement was made.

He'd considered approaching one of the reporters, to find out exactly what was said, but didn't want to display his lack of knowledge of exactly what had happened at Bones Manor. He had a reputation for being nearly omniscient, and anything that damaged that reputation had to be avoided at all costs!

And now he needed to find a new Potions Professor and DADA Professor for the next term. Normally the DADA wasn't that high a priority, because the curse would get rid of whoever it was before the year was out, but with Tom's death, the curse should be broken, so he needed somebody qualified that could hold the position for several years in a row.

He shook his head, one problem at a time, deal with one problem at a time, let tomorrow take care of itself. The rumbling in his stomach reminded Albus that he hadn't eaten since his abbreviated breakfast that morning, and wondered what Old Tom had for the special at the Leaky Cauldron?

Walking through the door, he stopped at the bar to chat with the bartender for a moment, and, finding that Shepherd's Pie was the special, ordered a dish and a glass of milk. Looking around the room, he noticed a very familiar face, Auror John Dawlish, who, if memory served, was part of Amelia's alert team. Taking his lunch, he walked over to where Dawlish was sitting, and, as he got closer, noticed that the man was already well into his cups. Silently, he put up a notice-me-not charm, to keep from being interrupted. The man was so drunk that he didn't even notice the spell.

'Even better,' Albus thought, he could find out exactly what happened last night, and Dawlish is drunk enough not to notice what he was doing. Setting his lunch down on the table, he said, "Hello, Auror Dawlish, do you mind if I join you?"

The man looked up blearily, and Albus realized that Dawlish was far more than slightly drunk. That surprised him, the man usually had better control of himself. But then the man muttered something as he gestured to the chair across from him. Albus took his mutter for an invitation and sat down. Putting a concerned look on his face, he spoke quietly "You don't seem happy John, did something happen?"

The man glared at him, and, clearly concentrating on the words, "Don't call me Auror! I'm not anymore, that bitch Bones fired me, just because I was arguing with that snotty little prick, Potter!"

Albus smiled sympathetically, gesturing for the man to continue, while inside he was practically chortling with delight. If he remembered correctly, Dawlish had gotten an Outstanding on his DADA Newt, along with several Exceeds Expectations, and he had every reason to keep young Harry in his place. Oh yes, this would do nicely.

Waiting for the man to finish, Albus nodded, "Yes, it seems like it was most unfair, however, I may be able to help you. Would you object to my casting a sobering charm on you? This is rather important."

Dawlish looked at him suspiciously, before shrugging, "Sure, go 'head," he slurred, nodding his head. Albus pulled the Elder wand out of his sleeve, and one quick spell later the man was looking at him, clear-eyed and focusing.

"If I remember correctly, you scored quite well on your DADA OWL and NEWTs, is that right?"

Dawlish nodded, "Outstanding on both, yeah. Why?"

"Because, with Dolores currently in custody, and the upheaval of the last school year, there is no way I can have her back, and, with Voldemort's permanent death, it's safe to assume that the curse he put on the Defense position has been broken. I'd like to offer you the position of DADA Professor for the upcoming school year. It comes with quarters in the castle, as well as the delightful meals our elves provide, along with your salary of course."

It took a little more persuading, strictly to allow the man to save face, but the outcome was never in doubt. He had a new Professor, and a tool to keep Harry from getting above his station. It would all work out nicely. Feeling happy for the first time that day, Albus dug into his lunch with relish, even ordering a plate for his new professor.

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12 Grimmauld Place

Friday, June 15th, 1996

Harry's Office

After Dinner

Harry had asked Amelia to give him a few minutes before joining him for their conversation, and since she was still finishing her dinner, she just nodded agreeably. He wasn't even going to pretend he wasn't looking forward to the rest of the evening, not after coming home from the Ministry and seeing that Susan and Hannah had adopted the same attitude toward clothing as the rest of his ladies. All of them were laying around the pool, either getting the last of the afternoon sun or diving into the water and splashing around.

Grabbing a towel on his way out the door, he did a quick switching spell, sending his clothes up to his room and walked naked out to the pool. He made it a point to kiss all of his ladies, even giving Susan and Hannah a quick peck on the lips. When the two looked disappointed, he just grinned, "You'll get a whole lot more later, when you're officially part of the family, just be patient."

Hannah practically whined while Susan laughed, "That's easy for you to say, Harry, you haven't had Luna, Cho, Lavender and all the others bragging about the different things they've enjoyed with you, and Narcissa teasing poor Hannah about how much she loves it when you bugger her. I've had to help her out several times today, she's so excited about experiencing it for herself!"

He laughed, pulling the girls into a hug, "Don't worry, it won't be much longer. I'm meeting with Amelia right after dinner, and the two of you can plan on spending the night with me. But don't plan on getting a lot of sleep, I'll let you know now."

Hannah grinned, "We can nap tomorrow, and I'm sure you'll make sure we have pleasant dreams."

"I'll do my best," he said, but before he could say anything more, Petunia came stalking up to him and grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the air mattresses spread around the pool. He was a little surprised, his Aunt wasn't usually this demanding, but he was feeling a bit pent up, not having had sex this afternoon, so he wasn't objecting.

When he was laying on his back, Petunia straddled him, sighing happily as she sunk down on his cock. As soon as he was all the way inside her, Petunia started moving, fucking herself on his shaft, almost animalistic growls coming from her throat as she lifted up and plunged down, their hips slapping together. He reached for her, to pull her close, but she shook her head, her hands reaching out and grabbing his wrists, pinning them to the mattress above his head. He could have broken the grip easily but was more interested in why she was acting so unusual so he let her have her fun.

A few minutes later, Petunia's face got a strained expression, and she sat up stiffly, her pussy clenching around him before she started moving again, swearing loudly as she rocked back and forth on his cock, before collapsing, falling forward bonelessly onto his chest.

Harry freed his hands and wrapped them around her back, pumping up into her to keep her riding her climax until she relaxed around him and lifted her body up. "So what brought that on, Tuney? Not that I have any problem with fucking you cross-eyed, you usually aren't that needy."

Petunia flushed, "Sorry Harry, I guess it just got to me, seeing all these young, sexy girls who are eager to do whatever you want, and now you've got two more of them, and I'm nearly 40 years old, and I look it. I just needed to feel wanted."

Harry's mind raced, he really could understand Petunia's uncertainty, especially with their previous relationship, but he wasn't going to let her keep feeling that way. All of his ladies were precious to him, and he was determined to show it. He didn't let his thoughts show, he just grinned up at her, and said, "Well, I know just how to take care of that, Tuney!"

Moving smoothly, he rolled them over, so he was on top of her and pulled his still hard cock out of her pussy. Lifting her legs, he pushed until her toes were pointing at her ears before pointing his wand at her arse. Once he had her prepared, he looked over his shoulder at Hannah and the others and said, "Hannah, get over here, let Petunia taste you!"

The girl scurried over, a wide smile on her face and she lowered her pussy down over Tuney's mouth, making his Aunt reach up and bring her down. Putting the head of his cock at his Aunt's bunghole, he pushed forward, sliding into the stretched hole easily, making Petunia moan into Hannah's pussy.

The blonde 'Puff was already moaning from Tuney's tongue, but her eyes were locked on the way he was buggering his aunt, licking her lips as she watched him burying his cock in her tight hole. "Lower yourself down, Hannah, my aunt's pussy needs some attention too." Harry was fairly certain, based on the different memories he and Luna had watched with Narcissa, that Hannah was more than a little submissive. The way she immediately dropped down and started tonguing Petunia seemed to prove his point.

Harry would have grinned at the way Narcissa was proven right about the girl, not that he doubted her, considering that he and Luna had Cho naked with his cock in her mouth within 2 minutes of stepping into the Room of Requirement, but it was nice having another truly submissive girl in the family. He absolutely enjoyed everything he did with all of his ladies, but there was something extra about the enjoyment he got about having a bit of control over Cho, Ginny and now, Hannah.

There wasn't time to worry about it though. Petunia was climaxing steadily, and Hannah was clearly about to lose her mind from Petunia's tongue, plus picturing herself being on the receiving end of the buggering. He wasn't going to tell the girl that, thanks to polyjuice, he'd already buggered her multiple times during that wonderful 30 day period in Hogsmeade! He was on the edge himself but wanted Hannah to cum at least one time first. Watching closely, he saw the familiar signs that Hannah was starting to cum, and he pulled out of Petunia's arse and pressed his cock against the girl's mouth.

Her eyes shot open when she felt him, but didn't even pause, just opened her mouth and started sucking. It was clear that she had minimal experience, but that didn't bother him, she had the enthusiasm and that was all that mattered.

Harry held still, letting her get used to having him in her mouth, and when she started moving her head, taking him deeper, as well as pulling back and using her tongue to lick his shaft, he could almost feel her excitement. He wasn't going to last long and didn't want Susan to be left out, so he beckoned for her to join them.

Susan had been watching in fascination, and he was amused to see a bit of drool on her lips, but when she came over he leaned in and softly said, "Hannah is going to get a mouthful in just a minute, I'm sure she won't be able to handle it, so I want you to give her a hand, okay?"

She nodded, her eyes still locked on the way Hannah was sucking him, and then she lowered herself down so she was kneeling next to her friend. Harry gave her a grin and a nod, and she grinned up at him before she started staring at his cock. After a few minutes, where Hannah was getting more confident in what she was doing, he felt the pressure building and new he was about to cum. Wanting to warn Hannah, so she wasn't overwhelmed, he reached down and tapped on Hannah's shoulder. The girl looked up and must have seen the strain on his face, she pulled back until she just had the head in his mouth and gave him a thumbs up.

He almost laughed in surprise at such an unusual reaction, but the pressure was too much, and he groaned as the pressure exploded, making him shoot the first burst into Hannah's mouth. Harry was impressed, Hannah was able to easily handle the first shot, and even the second, but the third was too much, and she pulled back so she didn't choke.

Susan didn't hesitate, she leaned in and took him in her mouth, catching the last of his cum and swallowing, before she turned to Hannah and started kissing the other girl, licking up what she hadn't swallowed.

He noticed that all the other women had gathered around while Hannah and Susan were using their mouths, a look of amused anticipation on all their faces. They had a very good idea of what was about to happen since Luna and Narcissa had been eager to tell them about their experience last night.

The two girls had just finished swallowing when it hit them, he had discovered he was a lot more powerful after killing Voldemort and getting rid of the scar, and when the magic in his cum hit Hannah and Susan, they both looked up in shock, before they started smiling. Hannah collapsed on top of Petunia before rolling off as the orgasm had her hugging herself and giggling. Susan just leaned back on her heels, a smile on her face as she enjoyed herself.

Petunia looked at the two of them with a sated smile before she looked up at caught his eyes. She mouthed the words 'Thank you' and he just smiled and gave her a wink.

The two girls were still recovering from their orgasm when Amelia and Tonks walked out the door.

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Harry looked up at the firm knock on the door. Gesturing with his wand, the door opened and he smiled, "Come on in, Amelia, and have a seat."

When she was seated, he said, "Okay, neither of us has much use for the formalities, especially since we spilled Death Eater blood together, so I'm going to come right out. I acknowledge the life debts that you, Susan, and Hannah all owe, and I have some suggestions on how they can be repaid. Interested?"

She nodded, and he continued, "First off, a Line Continuation Contract between Susan and myself for the Bones family, since I know that, thanks to Grindelwald and then Voldemort, the two of you are the last of the family, and Bones is too important a family to fade away."

Amelia looked misty-eyed at that, but her voice was clear, "That's perfectly acceptable, Harry, thank you."

"Just because it amuses me", he grinned, "How would you like to be the Consort for the Bones family?"

She snorted, "That would be amusing, wouldn't it? Very well, I accept. But what about Hannah?"

"I'm not going to separate her and Susan, that would be cruel, and since the Multiple Marriage Laws are in effect, and taking into account something I noticed about her personality, I think she would be perfectly suited for the position of Bones family concubine. Do you know if her parents will have any objections to the idea?"

Amelia shook her head, "Not at all, Susan and Hannah had already decided, months ago, that Hannah would be the family concubine since it was likely Susan would end up a second wife to continue the name. The five of us, Richard and Marilyn, Susan, Hannah, and I, all sat down over the Christmas break last year and came to an agreement, so there won't be any problem from Hannah's parents."

Harry grinned, "Good! That's one less set of parents I have to negotiate with. I love all my ladies, but having to negotiate all these betrothal and other contracts is a pain in the arse!"

She laughed, "I can only imagine. But, just how many families do you have to continue? I know that you are the head of the Potter and Black families, and I heard something about Hermione Granger being the next Lady Peverell, but how many others?"

He blew out a breath, "That's a tough question, because there may be families that I'm not aware of yet, but so far, seven families, not counting the Bones' family. There's Potter, Black, and Peverell, plus Gryffindor. The last three are by conquest since I killed the last members of the family, but Slytherin, Malfoy, and Lestrange." He saw the look on her face and he said, "Bellatrix was my prisoner when Voldemort died, and she collapsed and died right around the time I took his head off."

He shrugs, "It could be a lot worse, they were the only ones that didn't have surviving relatives to continue the family. I've got time to figure out what to do with the Lestrange's, I'm already planning to make Narcissa the Lady Malfoy again." He smirked, "Of course, it would make a lot of people's heads explode if I make her the Lady Lestrange and make Gabrielle Delacour Lady Malfoy!"

"Gabrielle? I don't think I met her, have I?"

"Probably not, she's Fleur's younger sister, just turned 16. I pulled her out of the lake during that bloody tournament last year. She's made it quite clear that she feels the pull of a life debt, and is really, really looking forward to paying the debt!"

"She's not the only one! Especially after the dream, I had this morning."

"Oh really?"

She describes the scene, and laughs, 'it's too bad you can't duplicate yourself like that, you'll be running yourself ragged trying to keep all of us satisfied."

He gives her a wicked grin, "Who says I can't? The Black Family has some extremely entertaining spells for use in the bedroom that I discovered when I took the position of the family head."

Amelia's mouth goes dry as she imagines the possibilities, and Harry says "Would you like a demonstration?"

Without a word, she stood and started stripping out of her robes...

End Chapter Five