Hey, Everyone! The multiple, simultaneous Death Eater attacks in the last chapter were inspired by a similar event in "Harry Potter & the Curse's Cure" written by Dragon-Raptor(Seriously! Go read it!).
This chapter, we see Voldemort's reaction to the results of his Death Eaters' attacks, as well as the Ministry finally acknowledging that the Dark Lord has returned.
In the meantime, Harry begins reaching out to the Order. Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Tide of Hope
Voldemort was not pleased, as the leaders of several of his attack teams were painfully aware under the Cruciatus Curse. A few of their targets escaped, while most of the others had been able to defend themselves long enough for aurors to arrive. Only one member of one targeted family was eliminated, as well as a few house elves. There were injuries on both sides, and a few of his Death Eaters had been apprehended by the aurors.
However, the attacks alone, plus the few meager gains, had the desired effect; wizarding Britain was in panic, the Ministry nearly paralyzed. And still no sign of Dumbledore or Potter. Soon, he would have all the forces at his command ready to move on the Ministry.
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Augusta Longbottom and the surviving house elves were inspecting the manor to assess any damage and put it right. Earlier they'd given the two elves that were killed a proper burial in what had been the elves' favorite corner of the garden. She knew her grandson Neville would approve.
They had just finished repairing the greenhouse attached to the back of the Manor – Neville's favorite place – when Augusta felt a familiar ripple in the wards. She smiled in happy relief when she heard the front door open.
"Gran?! Are you all right?", Neville called out.
"Yes, Neville dear", she called out in reply as she approached the foyer. "Those filthy Death Eaters were no match for me! Welcome….home?"
Augusta stared in wonder at the sight before her. She was relieved to see him home and unharmed. But levitating beside him was an enormous, white, pitcher-shaped flower; complete with vines and dirt clumped around the roots. But the most shocking part were the two naked, shapely, beautiful, green-skinned females who smiled at her from within the flower. They each had long pink hair and a white, star-shaped flower crowning their head. They were with Neville, and the wards had let them through, so they weren't a threat, and they looked friendly enough. But their total lack of modesty gave the elder witch pause. Then she caught the sweetest of scents, and all her worries melted away.
"Thanks, Gran", he smiled, hugging her. "How bad was it?"
"I took down a couple, and we held out until the aurors came", she told him. "But Teakle and Ziri were killed protecting me."
"Oh no", he sighed sadly. All the elves had helped raise him, and he cared about them all. They were family. "I'm so sorry. I should've been here to help you."
"Neville dear, don't blame yourself", she told him. "You were on an important mission. Dumbledore needed you."
Neville looked up with a wry smile. That's when he noticed his gran and the elves staring up at his wives, who looked as if they shared his grief over the loss of the two elves.
"Neville, dear, who….?"
"Oh! Sorry, Gran", he stammered. "This is Venus and Polly. I met them when we found Harry in that other realm. Girls, this is my Gran. She raised me after what happened to my parents."
"Greetings, Grand Lady", they said in unison, smiling sweetly.
"Hello", she replied, then looked back to Neville with a knowing smile. "I suppose I should not be surprised that you brought home a rare new plant for the greenhouse. What unique magical properties do they have?"
"Quite astounding, actually", he blushed as they grinned. "But they're not just another specimen, Gran. Venus and Polly are…*ahem* they're my wives."
The elves rushed to catch Lady Longbottom as she fainted.
"Gran?!"
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"Your wives?", Augusta asked as Neville replanted the girls' flower in the largest planter in the center of the greenhouse. "
"Yes, Gran", he said, then kissed them, and turned to her. "I hope you're all right with that, Gran, because I'd rather die than live without them."
"What? No-no, it's fine. They're both very lovely girls. I'm just trying to understand all of this", she said. "And what about your betrothal contract with the Abbot girl? You do still love and want to marry her, don't you?"
"Of course I do", he assured her. "And I already told Venus and Polly all about Hannah."
"We can't wait to meet her", Venus smiled.
"We hope she will like us and be ok with sharing", Polly added.
"As soon as we reconfigure the house so my bedroom is adjacent to the greenhouse and I'm settled, I'll owl Hannah asking her to come over as soon as she can."
"Can you two give my Neville children?", Augusta asked them.
"Of course", Polly chirped cheerfully.
"Every Spring we will release dozens of seeds that have been fertilized by our beloved throughout the year", Venus grinned.
"And when our daughters grow, they will all be as beautiful as we are", Polly concluded.
"So only plant-daughters?"
"Yes", Venus confirmed.
"Well, having more than one spouse is not uncommon in the wizarding world", Augusta said. "Especially among the Noble families, so Hannah will likely agree. But, Neville, to assure the continuation of the Longbottom line, I suggest Hannah become Lady Longbottom when you marry, so she can provide you with a male heir."
"That does make sense", Neville nodded. "Girls?"
"We're fine with that", Polly said.
"We don't care about such things, as long as we can be with our love", Venus smiled.
"Very well. I guess that settles that", Augusta sighed with relief. "You said you found Harry Potter?"
"And we brought him home, Gran", he grinned. "Let tell you everything."
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The damage around the Burrow was extensive, and it took everyone working together to fix everything. Arthur found himself thankful that Molly hadn't been here to see the mess. They had all just sat down for tea when there was a knock on the door. Everyone drew their wands and readied themselves, the Arthur called through the door, "Who is it?"
"Arthur! Arthur, open the door!", a familiar voice called, causing everyone to gasp.
"M-Molly?!", Arthur threw open the door…..
To see a young man about Ron's age in black, green, and gold levitating a large, pitcher-shaped white flower next to him. His long, bushy, black hair was tied back, and his emerald eyes were bright. But it was the legendary scar that had their full attention.
"Bless my soul", Arthur whispered. "Are you….?"
"Yes, I'm Harry Potter", he smiled. "And I've come bringing your wife home, Mr. Weasley."
With that, he lowered the flower. Arthur gasped. Standing crotch-deep in the sweet-smelling nectar was a younger, green-skinned, flower-wearing version of his wife! She reached lovingly out to him, and the most enchantingly sweet scent came to him.
"Arthur! Come to me, my love", she entreated with a tone he had not heard from her in years! He couldn't stop himself from embracing her, nor could he resist her passionate kiss.
"What happened to you, Mum?", Ron asked when they broke the kiss. Molly looked downcast.
"I'm paying for my sins", she said. "Forgive me, Arthur, children. I went with Dumbledore to find Harry for my own selfish reasons. I'd intended to rope him into marrying Ginny to give us access to his unclaimed fortune."
"Molly!", Arthur was stunned. She sadly looked away, ashamed.
"When I saw this in her mind, I punished her by turning her into a faulty liliraune", Harry confessed honestly. "I was going to leave her to live out her life alone in the field around my castle among the perfect liliraunes, but Sirius and Remus pled her case, and yours. So I agreed to bring her back to you, her innocent family."
"Will you…"
"…Change her…"
"…Back?", the twins asked.
"Bloody right!", Ron barked. "Change Mum back right now!"
"I'm sorry, but the change is permanent", Harry told them. "I can't make her human again. But with a few modifications to your home, she can still be the wife and mother you love. Just a little….different."
"Right, then!", Arthur said firmly. "Let's get to work, then!"
"But, Dad!", Ginny squeaked.
"No 'buts', Ginny", he said, cutting her off. "This is your mum, and she's come home to us. Lord Potter, what do we need to do?"
"It's just 'Harry', Mr. Weasley", Harry smiled.
Less than two hours later, the master bedroom had been joined to the kitchen and expanded with an atrium. There were blinds to provide privacy when needed, and Molly could still cook for her family, and Arthur could sleep with her in her flower, which was now planted through the kitchen floor into the fertile soil.
"Nice work, Weasleys!", Arthur cheered. "And thank you for bringing her home, Harry."
"It was the right thing to do", Harry said. "The Order of the Phoenix is gathering at Headquarters in five days, then we will take the floo to a new, more secure headquarters. Voldemort's time of retribution is at hand."
"Bloody marvelous!"
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In the Mind-Ailments Ward of St. Mungo's wizarding hospital, Frank and Alice Longbottom remain drowning in the Cruciatus induced insanity inflicted upon them by Belltrix LeStrange at the end of the last war. They were both, thankfully, now resting after dropping from exhaustion. The mind-healers had been doing their best for them for years, to no avail.
But none of them were Harry Potter, who had learned magicks no one in this world had ever even heard of. He and Natasha entered the ward, her hood up. After much discussion with the newly more extended family, they agreed to keep the nature of Harry's wives secret for now.
"Oi! Who are you?", an old healer demanded as they were about to enter the Longbottoms' room. He gasped when he saw Harry's scar when he turned.
"I'm here to help my godmother and her husband", he said calmly.
"We've been trying everything since they arrived", the healer said dejectedly. "Sadly, their case appears hopeless, Lord Potter."
"We'll see", he smiled, as did Natasha as they entered the room.
Harry could see that they were exhausted, but froze them anyway for safety. Then he nodded to Natasha. She took a seat next to Alice, while he did the same with Frank. They each placed a hand on the head of their patient and closed their eyes.
The elder healer suddenly noticed how many of the staff had gathered around him to watch through the observation window. Potter and the woman didn't appear to be doing anything but touching foreheads of the Longbottoms with their eyes closed. They sat there like that for nearly two hours, before they simultaneously opened their eyes and smiled, withdrawing their hands. Harry 'unfroze' the couple, and a few moments later Frank and Alice opened their eyes. And for the first time in twenty years, they were clear and fully aware!
"Alice?"
"Frank?"
They embraced happily, then turned to their saviors.
"Thank you!", Alice cried tearfully in joy.
"It was a living nightmare, to be trapped in our own minds", Frank added. "Thank you. Who are you?"
"Frank! His face! His eyes!", Alice gasped. "You're Harry; James' and Lily's baby boy all grown up, aren't you?"
"It's nice to meet my Godmother Alice", Harry smiled, accepting her hug. "This is Natasha, one of my wives."
"A pleasure", the lovely, hooded woman nodded.
"Neville!", Alice gasped.
"Don't worry, Godmother", Harry reassured her. "Your son is fine. Your mother raised him well, Mr. Longbottom. And as you intended, he is my friend and ally."
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Over the next two days, all members of the Order were contacted via owl, along with several of Hermione's year-mates from Hogwarts and a few Professors with the intent of asking them to join. Arthur Weasley personally owled his good friend Amos Diggory and his son Cedric.
Now, the normally bustling Diagon Alley was quiet. Shoppers and shop-keepers moving furtively, heads down, shoulders hunched. Only Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes remained as active as ever. The Twins were determined to not to give in to the fear pervading most of the Alley.
Seemingly from nowhere, a very striking group walked down the center of the alley wearing green and gold robes and hooded cloaks; except the leader who wore black, green and gold with the hood down. Gasps and murmurs of surprise and hope spread throughout the Alley as Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, was recognized by his famous lightning-shaped scar. Witches and wizards began to straighten up to walk and act normally, as if the cloud of fear that had been hanging over them melted away.
A certain platinum-blonde young man scowled at the sight after his initial shock wore off. He disappeared down Knockturn Alley as Harry and his party entered Gringott's.
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"Impossible!", Bellatrix hissed. Lucious' spy in St. Mungos had just reported on the Longbottoms being cured. She prided herself on what she'd done to them. The memory of them writhing in agony until their minds broke had kept her going all those years in Azkaban. "No one has ever recovered from Cruciatus Insanity! Who did this?!"
"*gulp!* I-i-it w-w-was…."
"My Lord!", Draco Malfoy burst into the meeting of Voldemort's Inner-Circle, his voice urgent.
"Draco! You know better than to…!"
"I'm sorry, Father, but this could not wait!"
"Then speak, young Draco", Voldemort hissed angrily. "And prepare to suffer if your news is of no import!"
"My Lord, Harry Potter is in Diagon Alley!", Draco gulped. This brought gasps and arguments among those gathered.
"It was him! Potter! He cured the Longbottoms", the spy said, grateful that he wasn't the one to say Potter's name first. This caused Bellatrix to shriek and more muttered arguments. "I saw his scar!"
"SILENCE!", Voldemort hissed, then looked back to the junior Malfoy. "Are you certain of this?"
"I saw him and six cloaked and hooded figures march down the Alley as if they owned it, Master", Draco told him with disgust. "I saw the scar you marked him with. And…..it seemed that as he was recognized, the fear we put into everyone in Diagon Alley just…faded away! As if just seeing him gave them all hope! When they entered Gringott's Bank, I immediately came to tell you."
"Gringott's", the Dark Lord repeated thoughtfully, then grinned. "You have done well, young Draco. He will likely be there for some time if he is claiming his Title and inheritance. We must crush him and this 'hope' he brings….. publicly! Bellatrix! Take your team and lie in wait for him to come out of the bank. Kill all those with him, but bring him to me alive if you can. I want him to suffer before I kill him myself."
Bellatrix LeStrange cackled maniacally as she went to gather her husband, his brother, and the rest of her strike-team. They may have failed to kill the Weasley family, but that ridiculous-looking house of theirs had been heavily charmed with bunker spells, making it a virtual fortress. But this was one wizard and a few witches out in the open. Caught by surprise by the most vicious team of Death Eaters in the Dark Lord's arsenal? They don't stand a chance! Besides, Potter had to pay for undoing her favorite work!
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The Blood-Inheritance test and reading of his parents' Will took some time, and now Harry and Natasha were on a roller-coaster-like ride in a mine-cart down to his family vaults. Hermione, Minerva, Desdemona, Cleos, and Anamaria chose to wait for them in the lobby of the bank. At one point of the ride as they passed the LeStrange Family Vault, the jar in his pocket reacted violently for a few moments, but went unnoticed with the rattling about of the cart.
In the Potter Family Vault, Harry found the books and items that the living portrait of his birth-parents hanging in the great hall of Potter Manor had recommended could help him. After loading them into their 'bottomless' satchels, Harry and Tasha thought it wise to also take some sickles and galleons for 'ready cash'.
The cart took a different track to return to the surface. They rejoined the others, thanked the goblins(a great, though pleasant, shock to them!), and exited the Bank.
"Well-well. Itty-bitty baby Potter all grown up", a feminine voice sneered, causing the group to turn and face the pale woman with dark, wild eyes and long, unruly dark hair. She cackled madly as two men appeared on either side of her. But when she saw no fear in his eyes, she got angry.
"Bellatrix LeStrange!", an auror called out as he arrived with his partners, wands out. "Drop your wands and surrender! You and your accomplices are under arrest!"
"No! Get back!", Harry warned. "They're not alone!"
"Avada Kadavra!", several voices called out from all around them, instantly killing all the aurors. As they fell, several cloaked and skull-masked figures appeared from various hiding places, surrounding Harry and his wives.
"My Loves?", Harry hinted. At his unspoken order, they formed a circle with him, facing their assailants.
"Harry Potter, 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' ", Bella cooed in a sachrine voice full of malice. "All grown up, and quite handsome, at that. Is that a quiddich bat in your trousers,(lewdly draws her wand down her deep cleavage) or do you just like the look of me? The Dark Lord sent us to welcome you home. Your ladies are dead where they stand by his command, but he wants us to take you alive. Maybe he'll let me(licks her lips lustfully) 'play' with you for a few days before he kills you himself. I'm sure you could scratch my itch; Merlin knows my husband can't get me off."
"Really? I'm flattered", Harry smirked. "But why didn't Voldemort come himself?"
"You dare speak his name?", she hissed angrily. "YOU FILTHY LITTLE HALF-BLOOD!"
"Please. As if blood-status actually matters", Harry scoffed, smirking, utterly without fear. "As for 'daring' to speak Voldemort's name? I see right through that game, just to make people more afraid. Well, it doesn't work on anyone who is not afraid in the first place. And nothing I've learned about him has me worried at all. In fact, I know his true name. Shall I speak that, instead?"
"KILL THEM ALL! BUT LEAVE POTTER ALIVE!", Bella shrieked, furious that this fool wasn't afraid in the slightest. "CRUCIO!"
With that, the Death Eaters fired off multiple curses. Harry swept his arm wide in front of him, erecting a wide shield that easily blocked the curses of all three LeStranges. He then dropped it so he and Natasha could exchange hexes with the three. Anamaria threw off her cloak to take flight, dodging the curse aimed at her, then dive-bombed her assailant viciously, slashing him with her talons. His wand arm now shredded and empty-handed, she carried him into the air, then dropped him 30 feet to the cobblestones; breaking his legs and knocking him out. The cowering civilians gasped from their hiding places when they saw her.
Desdemona simply crossed her forearms in front of her to block the curse heading her way, while countering with a blast of fire-breath! Not expecting such a thing, the Death Eater died screaming.
Like her sister-wife, Cleos crossed her forearms to protect herself, her forearms encased in bracers she'd forged from demon-realm steel. She charged her assailant, who then tried a blasting curse in his panic. She blocked with her bracers again, which saved her from harm, but shredded her cloak. More gasps from the non-combatants as they saw the 6'6" blue-skinned, busty and muscular cyclops with a short black horn on her forehead was revealed wearing the armored black leather skirt and halter-harness of a female gladiator. She seized the terrified Death Eater by his throat and threw him against a wall as if he were a rag-doll, taking him out of the fight. She smiled, tossing her long, lavender hair back while brushing her hands together in a "that's-that" gesture, her purple eye sparkling.
Minerva and Hermione were easily holding their own with their dueling skills, and it seemed to them that their spells now packed more punch than they did before their transformations. The werecat eventually 'stupify'ed her opponent, while the wiccagriff finally hit hers with disarming charm quickly followed by a 'petrificus totallus'.
Meanwhile, Harry and Natasha were playing with Bellatrix and her husband and brother-in-law; easily blocking or deflecting their stunners, binding charms, and torture curses while hurling back 'fireworks' and tickling or bubble charms with smiles on their faces. Bellatrix was swiftly losing her psychotic temper as she realized the boy and his white-haired she-demon were just toying with them, as if it were nothing but a game! After the two rather easily suppressed a triple-fiendfire from the three, she'd had enough. Her master might be angry at first, but she had to kill them before more aurors arrive!
"Avada Kadavra!", she screamed, firing the killing curse at Potter just before the smoke cleared from the fiendfire. She grinned maliciously as the deadly green bolt streaked straight at her target. Harry's expression remained completely calm as he simply back-handedly swatted it back with the Elder Wand. It struck Rudolphus LeStrange killing him instantly!
Bella shrieked with fury as she saw her husband collapse on her left, firing another AK at Harry as he shook the soreness from his arm; that back-handed effort stinging more than he'd anticipated. Bellatrix cackled madly, until Natasha caught the bolt before it could hit Harry with her bare hand! The eerily glowing green energy sparked in her closed fist. Bellatrix was stunned as the unnaturally beautiful woman hurled it back, striking her brother-in-law Rabastan. As he fell dead, she suddenly realized that her entire team was either dead or down when she saw the rest of Harry's group standing behind him.
Truthfully, she'd never loved her husband; in fact, she'd hated him and his brother for how they'd both brutally raped her on her wedding night and many times after, rendering her unable to bear children and causing her psychotic break. They'd feared her powerful, vicious new persona, as did nearly everyone.
But now Voldemort's most devoted and most feared warrior was afraid. Harry's wives had all now lowered their hoods, and it was clear they were not human! Plus his sheer power and the ease with which he wielded it rivaled that of her Lord! She was clearly outmatched. She was about to apparate when she realized she couldn't move! She could only watch helplessly as her intended victims approached with casual calm, and the witnessing witches, wizards and children began to come out from cover. Not even the Dementors of Azkaban had inspired the kind of dread that was clawing up her spine at this very moment.
Harry stopped mere inches from her and looked into her eyes. Bellatrix didn't know why, but even frozen as she was his aura of calm was somehow making her feel less afraid. After a few moments, his eyes filled with pity.
"Oh, Bellatrix, you poor soul", he said, his voice the very definition of compassion and care. "You were not always this fowl creature. You were once a girl filled with joy and wonder, love and compassion, wit and ambition. Until your father forced you to marry Rudolphus LeStrange. He was not the one you wanted, but you hoped you could grow to love him; until he and his brother broke you in all the cruelest ways possible. They turned you into this twisted, vile mockery of a witch filled with malice. Yes, you made them suffer for it; whipping them into your submissive bitches, but that wasn't enough for the creature they'd turned you into, so you joined Voldemort."
As he spoke, memories of who she once was flooded her mind, what Rudolphus and Rabastan had done to her, and the victims every vile and malicious atrocity she had committed for Lord Voldemort and her own twisted pleasure. Pain long buried under madness and cruelty came boiling to the surface. Tears of pain, regret, and despair streamed down her cheeks. He unfroze her and she fell sobbing into his shoulder, her decades of madness finally broken, as he gently embraced her.
"Oh Merlin!", she sobbed. "How could I have done such cruel things? How could I torture and kill so many innocents? So many children dead or orphaned by my hand! Kill me, Harry Potter! I beg you! Kill me and avenge all my victims!"
"Shhhhhh, Bellatrix", Harry whispered. "You were not yourself. That wasn't the real you. That was the creature your husband and his brother created when they broke you. I will help you find the woman you were meant to become."
She looked up into his emerald orbs with tearful eyes, the tiniest thread of hope in her heart.
Meanwhile, a crowd had gathered around the odd group, muttering in amazement and wonder; not only at the strange females, but at the legendary Harry Potter if the lightning-shaped scar over his right eye was to be believed! Aurors, reporters and photographers from the Daily Prophet began to arrive, shooting pictures and quickly firing questions at them while the aurors took the unconscious Death Eaters into custody. Harry pulled Bellatrix back into his comforting embrace, then held his right hand high, displaying Lord's Ring of the Potter Family on his ring finger. A hush fell over the crowd.
"Yes, I am Hadrian James Potter", he announced for all to hear. "Rightful Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter. And these most lovely ladies here are but a few of my wives. I have returned to avenge my birth-parents and put an end to the Dark Lord Voldemort once and for all!"
With that, Harry and all those with him port-keyed away.
However, unnoticed by all, Cleos' opponent had recovered while Harry was comforting the distressed Bella. Removing his cloak and skull-mask, he melted into the crowd then disappeared down Knockturn Alley. Agitated by what had just happened, his tongue flicked snake-like even more than usual.
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"My Lord", Barty Crouch Jr. knelt before Voldemort.
"Speak, Bartemius", the Dark Lord hissed. "Where is Bellatrix, and the rest of your team? It is already clear to me that you failed. What remains to be seen is how badly you failed, and how you will all be punished."
"My Lord, Rudolphus, his brother Rabastan, and Callus are dead. The rest of the men crippled or unconscious and in DMLE custody", Barty reported.
"What happened?!", Voldemort demanded.
"We ambushed them as they came out of Gringott's as planned, my Lord", Barty told him. "Potter and six hooded and cloaked figures he called his wives that at first appeared to be women."
"What do you mean 'appeared' to be women? Speak!"
"Master, they were all monsters!", Crouch told him. "One had the wings and legs of a black eagle! Another was a werecat! Another had scaly, clawed arms and breathed fire, killing Callus! The one that tossed me against a wall like a mere child's toy was some kind of cyclops! We could not have been prepared for such opponents. We were caught completely by surprise and overwhelmed before we could do more than kill some aurors that tried to interfere."
"Do you truly expect us to believe this rubbish?", Lucius sneered derisively.
"You weren't there, Malfoy!", Barty hissed angrily. "Before I was knocked out by that blue cyclops, I saw Potter and the white-haired one toying with all three LeStranges as if they were mere children! When I awoke, I managed to escape before the aurors could get me. As I retreated, I heard whispers that Potter deflected Bellatrix's killing curse back at Rudolphus! And the white-haired one was some kind of she-demon that caught another killing curse in her bare hand and threw it at Rabastan!"
"Impossible!", Lucius hissed.
"You weren't there! You didn't see the power of Potter and his monstrous brides! I was lucky to escape with my….!"
"CRUCIO!"
Barty Crouch Jr. writhed on the floor in agony under Voldemort's torture curse. And after what seemed an eternity of torment…..
"Crucia!", Voldemort snapped, breaking the curse. "I have spared you thus far only because of the knowledge you were able to bring me despite your failure. My continued mercy depends entirely on how you answer this question: where is Bellatrix? Is she dead, or do the aurors have her?"
"She-she was alive when I last saw her, my Lord", he stammered fearfully. "I…. I think Potter took her, my Lord."
"You fool! You should have killed her yourself rather than let Potter take her! CRUCIO!"
Again Crouch writhed on the floor in abject agony until his master saw fit to release him. Voldemort would have killed him for such utter failure, but he'd just lost an entire attack team, and Crouch had been quite useful in the past.
"Lucius! Is Riddle Manor ready?"
"Work was completed late last night, my Lord."
"Excellent! We shall move our entire operation there immediately", Voldemort commanded. "Leave no trace of our presence here. It would not do for anything incriminating to be found here in Malfoy Manor. I still need you and your silver tongue in the Ministry, Lucius."
"Of course. I live to serve you, my Lord."
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Hermione, Minerva, Sirius, and Remus all questioned the wisdom of not only taking Bellatrix; but especially bringing her to Potter Manor. Not surprising given their own past experience with the demented, psychotic witch; even if she was once beloved as a cousin of Sirius. But Harry would not be deterred in trying to redeem her, so they accepted his decision. Natasha and the others from the monstergirl realm all smiled knowingly. They began to speculate amongst themselves as to what kind of monster she would become.
Bellatrix LeStrange nee Black felt a bit apprehensive. Her vile worm of a husband and his equally vile brother were both dead; ironically by her own hand in an indirect way. Now she found herself in the stronghold, the very bedroom even, of the man who had openly challenged her master.
Harry looked into her dark eyes, his own emerald eyes smoldering as he stepped closer to her. Falling so deeply into his heated gaze, Bella didn't even notice that he wearing only a robe. Taking her in his arms, he took in her sweet yet sultry feminine scent. His body began to emit demonic energy, flowing into Bella's and starting the process of monsterization.
Such intimate proximity with so handsome a man, practically smelling and feeling his powerful virility, her own desire was rising steadily. His sweet, loving words melting everything else from her mind except need; the need to be with this man, the need to love him, the need to feel him release his hot seed deep inside her.
"Bella", he whispered huskily in her ear, and the last of her reservations broke. She hungrily smashed her lips to his, her tongue wrestling feverishly with his. He happily accepted her passions, and began helping her to remove her clothes as they continued to kiss. She could feel the size of his hardness pressed against her abdomen, and couldn't wait to feel it thrusting hard and deep inside her hungry womanhood.
Only instinctively aware of her nudity, she moved her hands to his chest then caressed upward to slide the robe from his shoulders. Feeling his skin pressed against hers, she eagerly jumped up and wrapped her legs around his body as he embraced her.
Still kissing her heatedly, Harry carried her over to his large bed. He laid on top of her, still kissing, licking, nibbling, and caressing. He was driving her mad with pleasure and desire. She turned his face to hers, her eyes burning.
"Take me, Harry", Bellatrix breathed huskily. "Take me and make me yours."
Her womanhood was literally leaking nectar, so his impressive length slid easily into her tight pussy, stretching her inner-walls until he was fully sheathed inside her. She screamed with pleasure when his tip pushed hard against her cervix; making it open to give him full access to her womb. Her screams of pleasure as he pounded her pussy echoed through the halls of Potter Manor, mixed with those of Juliette and Laura as they were heatedly mating their husbands as well. Not to be left out, the rest of Harry's wives and Juliette's sisters took to pleasuring each other. Even Victor and Emily felt the effects of all the sexual energy in the air and made love more passionately than they had in years!
As he wantonly fucked Bella with wild abandon, Harry also pleasured her jiggling breasts as they grew a few cups larger. He caressed her body as her formerly gaunt frame began to fill out enticingly. So overwhelmed with pleasure was she that she didn't even notice her Dark Mark was beginning to burn.
Harry erupted inside her as her third gushing orgasm shook her frame, causing her loudest screams yet. Her mind melted from his creamy liquid heat flooding her womb. Never in her life had she been so completely filled in every way. More! She needed MORE!
Thankfully, once their mutual release subsided, Harry began thrusting into her again; slowly, deliberately at first but with increasing speed and passion to match her own. In sharp contrast, he gently caressed the newly forming, copper-colored scales on her left cheek as he kissed and licked her now-matching, longer and pointed, reptilian right ear. Her loving, passion-filled eyes were turning amber, her round pupils shifting into reptilian slits. He noted with pleasure as they kissed again that her tongue had become longer and forked.
She had not yet noticed that her legs had fused together just below her sexual opening as his rod continued to plumb her depths. As her new tail lengthened, she instinctively wrapped it around his body as he fucked her. But Harry had noticed, and was captivated by her newly enhanced beauty. He was also vaguely aware the snake & skull mark on her arm was smoking as it began to fade away.
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At that same moment, in Riddle Manor, Voldemort was overseeing the reassembly of his operations in his father's old family home turned-stronghold. The once lavish house in which he'd been born as Tom Marvolo Riddle that had become a derelict hovel was not only once again a lavish home, but also a virtual fortress. Even if the Aurors discovered the location, he and his Death Eaters would be un-assailable here. Any force that dared make the attempt would either be wiped out completely, or the few survivors would be vastly outnumbered and easy pickings.
Suddenly, a wave of inexplicable pain overtook the Dark Lord. He felt as if a part of himself was being torn away! Slumping against a nearby wall he grunted, gasped, and hissed in pain; writhing as if under the Cruciatus curse.
"My lord?!", Wormtail reached out to help his master, as Malfoy and a few others approached with concern.
"Get away from me!", he snarled, backhanding Wormtail. As the pudgy little rat-faced man fell the others drew up short. "Aaaaauuuuugh!"
Then the pain was gone, just as quickly as it beset him. Standing once more and catching his breath, he could feel the loss of a minor but potent power-tap. He wasn't sure how, but he was certain Potter had caused it.
"My Lord?", Lucius was tentative and cautious, keeping his distance, lest he end up like Wormtail. "Are you all right? What just happened?"
"Nevermind! I'm fine! Back to work! All of you!"
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Harry had just cum deep inside Bellatrix again, her own orgasm squeezing his cock in pulsating waves to milk it of every drop of his seed. He and his newly claimed wife had been going at it for hours, they were both quite tired now. He withdrew his softening rod from her saturated womanhood then laid on his back. Bellatrix contentedly buried herself deep in his arms, her tail coils loosening slightly around his legs. As they settled down to sleep, he saw that her Dark Mark was completely gone.
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Author's notes: Ok, who saw that 'cumming'? LOL! I've read several 'Redeem Bellatrix' fics here; most were ok but didn't make much sense, but a few are really good! So I just thought I'd add mine to the mix with a monstrous twist! My fellow fans of the MGE will recognize Bella's new form as that of a lamia; a snake-woman to the uninitiated.
He'll never admit it, but it looks like Voldemort is getting worried. The-Boy-Who-Lived has returned and has already taken down his most formidable strike-team! Just wait until he finds out his most devoted and dangerous follower has changed sides!
Just to be clear, my take on the Dark Mark is that it not only binds Voldemort's Death Eaters to him, but also gives him access to their magick to increase his own. Granted, he was already far above average in terms of raw power, but this adds to it. That's why when Harry severed Bellatrix from him, he sensed the minute drop in his power.
I am also running with the horcrux theory put forth by Dragon-Raptor is his great(but unfinished) story "Harry Potter and the Curse's Cure". The theory postulates that Voldemort intended to create only six horcruxes. Now think of the six sides of a cube, defining the focal point at the center. Voldemort believed that his six horcruxes forming a cube of dark power with the focal point of himself at the center making seven; one of the most powerful numbers in magick, numerologically speaking, therefor magnifying his power as well as allowing him to cheat death.
As always, long reviews and suggestions are welcome! No flames, please.
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