(A.N) As I said back in chapter one the first 11 chapter's in this story are by Lucifeal over on HPFFA which is now being integrated into Ao3. After chapter 11 I shall take the reigns then the story will progress.

- Thanks, Tyhoon.

Harry found the next day to be the busiest he'd had in some time. It started simply enough, he wanted to buy a building, he had the money and as best he could tell the damn place was empty. Then things had gotten complicated, the goblins had made short work of getting him the place, but it was then he had gotten insanely busy. First using the brand of magic he now had at his disposal he had utterly changed the inside and out of the building. It was at least three times the size it had been, and more than ten times that inside. With magical expansion the inside didn't have to match the outside, but he didn't want any weird looks from visitors either. Most of the expansion had been on the apartment complex that was on the upper floors of the now ten story building, there were two apartments per floor with a penthouse up top which took up the entire floor. Then there were the basement levels he only had nebulous plans for as yet, and a library that covered two floors leaving only one side for apartments. He still felt he had plenty to work with and he could always expand more if the need arose.

Then he had realised that he had nothing to put in the office space. If he was ever going to get anywhere he needed some physical presence for what he was calling in his head Potter Incorporated. So a trip into town had sorted that one out and an application of money had gotten him guaranteed delivery that day, for both the furnishings and the equipment.

While he was waiting for that he took a quick trip to the biggest book store he could find and literally brought a copy of every technical manual they had, on subjects ranging from computing to quantum physics. Again with the right money in the right hand he had a delivery service not usually offered again.

He then found himself with bugger all to do for a few hours, so he started to think about some of the things he had seen on his shopping trip to Diagon alley. One of the things that had caught his eye was a dimensional trunk, which essentially was the size of a manor house inside. He felt that his new house was using some of these same techniques to gain the extra space now available, so he began to tinker with the rune scheme he had used to create the expansion.

An hour later he was walking across a football pitch sized office floor that he was feeling rightfully embarrassed about, since the idea had been to keep things believable. So he added a reception and a meeting room at the front of the building and hid the rather large expansion at the rear of the building, then he went tinkering again. He was finding that for some reason, perhaps what Aluria was talking about, that he was making startling connections like never before, his entire lesson plan since he had started Hogwarts was in his head and available to him instantly and anything he had EVER read was lurking there ready to be used. It was one of the reasons he had ordered so many damn books, he actually wanted to learn now, and with the more he learned he was sure he would make more connections and more discoveries of both the big and small types.

So it was with that sort of thing going on in his head that he managed to squeeze in another ten entire floors into his building and some truly impressive sizes for the apartments. He just knew how to make it work, the magic needed and without strange and archaic spells getting in the way his magic knew just what to do as well. His personal penthouse was gargantuan now, and he was just starting to move his stuff across when Fleur caught up with him.

"Oh Hi Fleur."

"'Arry," she said by way of greeting, where were you yesterday?"

"Privet Drive." He answered truthfully.

"All day?"

"I got rather caught up," he said with a grin.

"Ahh it iz one of those friends Oui?"

"Perhaps more than that now," he told her, confusing her somewhat.

"What iz that to mean?"

"It means, what it means."

Fleur half frowned, puckering her attractive brow at him. "I do not comprehend."

"I'm not sure I do either Fleur my darling."

She blushed slightly at that and looked around, "What are we doing?"

"Well, if you want it to be a we, we are moving house."

"Already, what iz wrong with this place, it is rather nice non?"

"It's too small," Harry said simply. "I need my space, if you want there's an apartment to call your very own there for you."

"That iz most kind 'Arry, however will I repay such Kindness?" She asked with a teasing smile.

Harry met her eyes and smiled into them, "No payment of any type needed, just call it a friend thing."

"We are friends?"

"Sure - why not." Harry grinned back at her.

Fleur smiled back, holding his gaze a beat or two than was purely friendly. Then she averted her eyes, "DO you wish for me to... 'Elp?"

"Please," Harry said in reply, there's not a lot to move conventionally I'm using a pocket dimension with a left hand rotational axis to shift everything else over into my penthouse."

Fleur looked at him for a long moment, "Pardon?"

"What?"

"That was higher level Magical Physics' I recognise such from my readings."

"Was it, just seemed simple logical deduction to me. You should see what I did with my new building; of course I then had to hide my work."

"Oh, will I get to see?"

"Sure - why not."

"You have said that twice now?"

"I'm in a mellow mood today," Harry said with a beaming smile.

"Such friends he 'as," Fleur said with her own smile.

"Oh boy do I ever, now come on grab that rucksack over there for me will you it doesn't weight but a thing, and we'll head across. I'm due a delivery soon anyway."

"Delivery, of what 'arry."

"Some books, furniture, computers, office equipment, a mainframe, government issue cray, that sort of thing."

"I did not understand a word of zat."

"Is books not in your lexicon Fleur?"

"Prat," Fleur said with a smirk.

"That one snuck in easily enough I see."

"Double prat."

"French bird."

"Oh Mon Dieu, I'll get you for that one."

"Tweet, tweet."

"Come back 'ere you ruffian."

Laughter was left in their wake as they left the building and turned sharply right towards his new building. Behind them a spell triggered and a wash of power rushed across the entire building effectively wiping all trace that Harry had been there, even his conjured furniture was taken away and place in a pocket dimension, then before they had even reached his new front door it was all placed perfectly in his penthouse seemingly like it had always been there. The pocket dimension collapsed into itself and also left no trace of its existence.

Fleur and Harry walked into the new Office/apartment building and walked though the deserted but swish looking reception which Harry had decorated to a modern style and magically. Fleur's eyes were roving all around her as they walked, she could feel the magic tingling on her skin in a way that only Hogwarts could hope to match and that was sat on a convergence of lay-lines that crisscrossed the entire area. So that Harry had by his account created this place was, worrying. Perhaps in a good way. It meant that he had power, to spare and plenty of it at that. It meant that she was right, he was the one that would take out Voldemort that he was the so called chosen one and it meant she had made the right decision in 'hitching' her wagon to him. It meant that when it came time to ask her favour, he could if he would, do it for her.

She buried that thought for the moment and turned her attention to the present, that was to come, but first she had to help him as much as she could, she owed him that much already. "Come on we're going to the top floor."

He moved to a doorway that appeared to made of a reflective material, but otherwise was not easily identifiable. He pressed a button on the panel next to the doorway, which slid into two halfs, each going to the sides and showing what appeared to be an elevator made of the same material.

Fleur stepped in after Harry and looked around, "Urh..." she said hesitant to ask the question at the fore front of her mind.

"What is it Fleur."

"Iz this a glass elevator?"

"Sure is," Harry said with a grin.

"Where ever did you find one," she asked laughing slightly.

"Find, it's a magical construct."

That stopped her laughing and look around nervously as she could see right through it as it moved. "Oh Mon Dieu I'm going to die."

"It's perfectly safe... I think," he said mumbling the last.

"Have you travelled in it a lot," she asked looking for some reassurance.

"Not really I only made it today."

"Oh Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu," she repeated in a mantra under her breath.

Harry rolled his eyes at her and leaned against the wall perfectly at ease. Frankly he knew the damn thing would stand up to a nuke, it was hardly actual glass after all, and he had loved the book as a child. Like the original there were a lot of buttons and the thing didn't just go up and down. In fact much like the book it didn't even need a lift shaft.

A moment passed of virtual silence, virtual because Fleur appeared to be praying under her breath. Then there was a resounding PING and the lift arrived at the top floor. Fleur quickly followed Harry out into a cavernous room the walls of which she couldn't even see. "Where are we?"

"Still in the building, kinda cool huh?"

"Is zis an expansion charm."

"With a LEFT handed twist to the pocket dimensional rule."

"They are not stable 'Arry."

"Of course they are, by a certain definition of stable." He said as something seemed to creak loudly nearby.

"Oh Mon Dieu."

"Now don't start that again, you're a real scared-y cat do you know that."

Fleur just looked at him with wide eyes, which seemed to grow more pronounced as he muttered, "Now where did I put that damn room."

He held out his hands, coalescing magic in each hand, and then half turned bring his hands together, then suddenly pulled them apart. Just as suddenly they were standing in a spacious living area, which while much bigger had all his things placed just so, almost looking like they had been placed there with care and not a spell he must've made up on the spot.

"Ahh there it is," Harry said with a grin.

Fleur goggled at him, who the hell was Harry Potter, Really?

"Looks like the spell did what I wanted, but did it fry my Playstation, that's what I want to know."

Fleur frowned, "What ze 'ell is a Playstation."

"Games console, one of the best on the market, I'm liking FPS games so far, but I'm also partial to RPGs."

"Are we speaking ze same language."

"Not really I slipped into techno-babble there for a moment. Trust me, its fun; leave it at that... unless you'd like a go."

"Urh..."

"Sure, come on it'll be fun; I'll set you up then go get my delivery."

He did just that, and when he came back three hours later she was still glued to the screen.

An hour after that Harry looked at the back of her head seriously. "Look, I don't want you to think I'm just using you as a sex object, but... urh... fancy a shag."

"Shh, I'm nearly at ze level four." Fleur said distractively.

"That's a no then," Harry said with a put upon sigh. Fleur was busy, Jazz was packing, Natalie was at college and frankly he badly needed some action. In the three hours he'd left Fleur alone with his prized games console, he had literally pieced together his office, and library of new books using spells for the categorisation and filing. In fact for the first time since this entire affair had started he had nothing, or nobody to do.

"You know Fleur, I'd really like to stick my dick in your ear."

"Zat's nice 'Arry"

"As I thought," Harry said with another sigh and promptly left the room which was now actually tethered to the entrance of the floor.

Fleur half frowned, "Do what to my ear?"

London, Docklands, Night

Harry had wandered without aim after getting a Taxi into the area sometime ago now, frankly he was more than a little bit bored and he had to admit hankering a certain something that had been in great supply of late. It was either that he was becoming sex addicted or it was a drive that was part of the package of mostly upgrades that Aluria had imparted to him. Either way, he was essentially out on the pull, only thing was he had headed in the wrong direction, instead of towards town proper he was heading out of town and his feet had eventually led him towards the backwaters of the old London Docklands, it was currently undergoing refurbishment he was aware and there seemed to be a lot of building work. A building site, not really the best place to find a playmate for the night.

Then out of nowhere a group of well dressed men and women passed his ambling stride and seemed to be heading in a particular direction. With nothing better to do Harry followed them eying the women in the group with appreciation and more than a passing interest in one case, though it seemed that she was only interested in one bloke who in turn was only interested in an entirely different woman. There was no way Harry was getting in the middle of that even if someone paid him, so he just followed them making no move to get to know any of the women. They led him on a merry dance through some seedy looking neighbourhoods until finally there was a deep resounding tone to the air. It thrummed in a primal part of Harry in a way that sang to his blood like nothing other than high magic or sex had before. He couldn't even make out the exact rhythm of the beat; he just felt it though his feet travelling upwards into the base of his spine to explode into his mind.

He's feet led the way after that until he finally came to a long queue that led into a nondescript looking building with an almost warehouse feel to it. It was sound proofed, but given the apparent volume inside he felt the thrum even more strongly now. Dressed as he was in black jacket, trousers and emerald silk shirt, he fitted in with the dark look of the people in the queue so he joined it. Thanking his lucky stars he had picked up his wallet on the way out.

It was the work of twenty minutes to be processed into the club, the bouncer's at the door actually turning away some of the clientele. For whatever reason Harry did pass muster though and was led in past a velvet robe and into the main reception area of the club. There was a booth there where people were apparently paying to get in, so Harry did the same, handing over the requested cash which he took from his magical wallet that was never likely to run out of money in his lifetime. Then he went through some solid looking double doors into the club proper.

A sound hit him like a physical force. It washed over him like a balm to his still somewhat weary soul and his face literally lit up his eyes actually glowing for a moment, lightning crackling around his irises. The intensity of the music the physical force of the volume and the primal thump of the beat all washed though him lighting him up almost like nothing before. Of course a good screw or bit of really hard magic could do the same thing, the last he had found out that very day, and now here was something else he had never dreamed of existing. He vowed to get some of this music for himself and something very loud to play it on.

"Come on mate, get out of the way," a bouncer said into his ear, having to do so because of the volume.

Harry shook himself, "Soz," he muttered and moved into the club a little more, his eyes roving around taking it all in.

The apparent bouncer had followed him though, "Mate you look like you ain't never seen a club before."

"I haven't."

"You ain't underage are ya?"

"Nope," Harry lied, having no clue what under age was for a club like this, but since he knew he was too young to drink and he saw a bar he suspected that he was.

"I'm gunna need to see some ID mate."

"Of course," Harry said and reached into his pocket. He didn't know what to show the man, had no clue, so he just let go and let his magic find the answer for him, trusted in it totally for the first time to stop him from having to leave this, his new church. Then he brought out a plastic encased Photo ID and handed it to the imposing bouncer.

"Right ya are then," the bouncer said smiling, flashing some pearly whites in the process. In all honesty Harry had never seen someone of such dark skin tone in his life, but he did like the guy on sight. He was friendly without thought of reward but at the same time, Harry knew he'd take no shit either.

"Call me Harry," Harry said with a slight smile, "Are they all like this?"

"Mostly, though my Viscount is one of the best in London, if'n I say so myself."

"It's your club."

"Sure is."

"Damn I thought you were security."

"I often work the door; I like to get a feel for my clientele."

"Good idea." Harry commented looking around, "Wow just look at it all. What's that music called?"

"Man, have you been living in a cave or something?"

"Let's say yes and move on," Harry said with a grin, "Seriously I REALLY like this, I want to get some."

"Tell ya what I'll check with the DJ, they usually have some extra CD's laying around, he might have a few for ya."

"That'd be great thanks."

"You're welcome, it's not often I see an honest appreciation for the music, most come 'ere to get laid or pissed."

"Well I'd like some of the first and very little of the second."

The big man roared with laughter, "For that ya can call me Benny, and welcome to Viscount."

"Isn't that a name of a biscuit?"

His smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and he was stone faced, "Don't go there Harry."

"Sorry," Harry said back peddling mentally speaking.

The smile was big in a flash and Benny laughed, "Just kidding and yeah, my fav's mate, that's why I named my club after them."

"Seriously?"

"No," Benny said laughing, "I just liked the name."

"You're a kidder aren't ya Benny."

"Can be Harry, can be. But only to people I liked, I get the sense that I like ya, just don't do anything to change my mind."

"I doubt I will," Harry said eyeing the man's neck which was as thick as Harry's torso, or there about.

"Good, well come to the bar, first one is one the house, then we'll go see the DJ for ya."

"Thanks Benny." Harry said following the big man through the grounds that parted easily for his imposing presence, he walked directly up to the bar and ordered for Harry and passed it back over his shoulder. It was brown, and straight and obviously a whisky of some type. Frankly the smell alone was enough to knock Harry on his arse, which had never had anything stronger than Butter beer in his life.

"Well go on, the yuppie types seem to like the stuff."

"What is it?"

"Ya really were in a cave, that's JD mate, now its sipping whisky but I like to just down it." Benny said demonstrating with his own drink and then smacking his lips in obvious pleasure. That had seemed painless enough to Harry so he followed suit, coughing when the damn near explosive taste and nearly acidic burn hit him in the back of the throat.

Benny however was expecting this and roared with a pleased laugh, "How'd you like it then Harry?"

Harry coughed a little more and then smiled, "Bloody fantastic."

Benny beamed, and signalled another. Harry leaned past the man's sizable bulk and handed over a twenty, "only the first one was free, this one is my round."

"Yep, I think I like ya, don't take advantage I like that."

Harry was bemused, he had essentially come here to pick up a hot girl, and it appeared he had picked up a large black (Colored?) guy instead. Either way it was looking to be an interesting evening and it looked like he was making a firm friend in the process. Unlike his uncle Harry had no preconceptions about someone's race colour or creed, he was all about the person themselves, or it quite frankly, so he was glad to make a friend with someone that would give his uncle an attack of the purple face. Bigoted bastard, probably had it coming anyway was Harry's thought son the matter, it wasn't good to limit one's self so severally, in fact his uncle didn't like anyone that wasn't a COfE white middle management like him. Honestly he wasn't sure about his aunt, who would gossip to a wall if it would listen.

Harry cast a look around the area, enjoying the sight of nubile female flesh in his viewing circle, this, unless he missed his guess was prime hunting habitat for him. Perhaps this would indeed be his church, though for Aluria rather than the gods of music, though perhaps them too given how much he liked this music.

"Still enjoying the tunes there Harry or has something else caught your attention," Benny said with a big grin.

"So very much to take in," Harry said with a grin.

"Seriously man, why have you never been to a club before, or heard of dance music?"

"That's what it's called. Can I also buy that in shops?"

"Yeah, though there are better shops, I'll ask Tony the DJ to share some trade secrets if'n you like."

"I do, I like a lot."

"But seriously, how come?"

"I led a very... sheltered existence until recently, then I came into a little money and got out from the cloying embrace of my... family, and now I'm exploring the real world for what feels like the first time."

"Wow that sucks mate."

Harry nodded then grinned as a rather sexy on both body and dress, woman walked past giving Harry the eye as she did so, trailing a hand across his chest. "It does rather have its advantages now though."

"Go fer it mate, I'll be in my office all night, come see me - if ya can and we'll go see the DJ."

"There'll be another girl, but not another DJ."

Benny cocked an eyebrow at that, "I don't swing that way."

"What... no wait, I like women mate, I'm just saying..."

Benny laughed loudly again and slapped Harry on the shoulder hard enough to send him to the ground, "Too easy mate, too easy."

Harry picked himself off the floor and rolled his eyes, "You know you hit like a truck." He said rolling his shoulder.

"You'll get used to it." Benny said his smile not slipping one iota.

"Now, DJ time, then I think I'll get that girls number."

"Too late," Benny said nodding towards where the blonde was dancing with a rather strapping guy.

Harry shrugged, "Not necessarily." He said as the girl caught his eye and winked slowly at him.

"You've got something she likes mate." Benny said grinning as he held onto Harry's shoulder and directed him through the crowds.

"It's a gift," Harry said with a smirk as it was quickly becoming his refrain.

"We should all be so gifted, I only get play if'n they like em big, or black."

Harry quirked an eyebrow at that, "You're black?"

Benny laughed and continued to direct Harry up a short flight of stairs in the centre of the dance floor and then knocked on the cubicle door. They then somehow squeezed into a space made for one, not two and a giant. "This is Harry," Benny said by way of greeting as the DJ set his earphones to monitor mode, namely around his neck with the speakers facing outward. It was oddly quiet in the booth, so Harry could make out the next queued track over them. "This is Tony," he added waving at the almost gaunt looking man manning a dizzying array of controls and a CDJ. "Harry here has just tonight discovered dance music. And loves it. I was telling him you might have some spare CD's laying around."

"You like my tunes man," the DJ Tony asked with a grin.

"Do I ever, it's like nothing else I've experienced, almost as good as sex. Well, not really but damn close."

Tony laughed nodding along to that, "I'll take that as the ultimate compliment," he paused and appeared to be sizing Harry up, "Really your first time in the scene?"

"Yep, didn't even know places like this existed before I walked through the door."

"What drew you in?"

"The girls, and the music, thought to be totally honest it was mostly the music."

"A boon for any music lover to hear, this one's not like the usual clubber then, only out to dance with a bird and get laid then?"

"As he said, a little of that, and a little of getting pissed, but it's the music that got him here."

"Then I've definitely got some spares laying around," Tony said and started to dig around in his bags, some of which were LP case sized and others were large boxes in which there were hundreds of CD's. "Here you can have these for a start," Tony said handing a pile of transparent CD's with hand written labels on the CD's themselves. "And some of these." He said, "And this one."

Harry's eyes widened, "Mate, can I at least pay you?"

"Nah mate, think of this as introducing a fellow music lover to the scene and do the same for someone else someday."

"I already got a friend hooked on a Playstation tonight, does that count?"

"Devils Plaything," Benny rumbled forebodingly.

Harry looked at him carefully and then the expected bright smile lit the man's face, "I'm utterly addicted to mine, got one in my office."

"Aren't we all mates?" Tony said, "Oh here ya are, that'll keep ya going, and here's a list of local places you can get more, though those you'll have to pay for." He said handing over a sheet of paper he had been scribbling on for a few moments before hand.

"I was going to ask about that, thanks mate." Harry said smiling. "Now I just need to get something to play them on."

Tony's face twisted in to a grimace, "You were living in a cave or something."

"Urh..."

Benny saved him from having to answer by laughing and dragging Harry out backwards from the booth.

"Thanks Tony," Harry shouted just as the door closed, tony waving him off with a grin.

"Now let's put those in my office," Benny shouted over the music, "Hey where'd they go."

Harry smiled slightly nervously, "Big pockets."

Benny looked at him oddly before shrugging it off as unimportant and instead headed towards the bar. "This one's on me too," Harry said quickly, "For getting me that swag."

"Fine, but after that if you don't go and get her number I'm kicking you outta my club." Benny said with a smile that took any real menace form his words.

"Deal"

After having one last drink with Benny Harry set off into the club proper, looking for the woman that had caught his eye earlier, she was out on the dance floor again, this time with a different man. He studied her for a moment, she was rather sexy, dressed provocatively even for this environment black heels on her long well muscled legs which were flowing with muscle in a pleasing way as she danced. Her long blonde hair was arrayed down her back in a shaggy cut and her dress hugged her curves like a second skin. Then her eyes drifted to his and she shot him another wink, one eyelid flicking over an azure orb and back open again, her dark eye makeup making her eyes stand out starkly.

Harry continued to watch her a moment, he was in no rush and the other man didn't matter to him. He was sure she was interested in him, as her eyes were following him as he moved around the club and he had felt them on him when he had been both in the booth and at the bar with Benny later on. The man was something to dance against was his guess; something to make her look good and it did, though she hardly needed help.

Then she walked past him, leaving her dance partner looking annoyed and a little put out, trailing her hand across his chest and across his shoulder as she walked past. She was confident he had to give her that. She felt she had hooked her catch, but Harry wanted her on the dangle and not the other way around. Since that time with Jazz he had decided that he liked being in charge in these situations and wasn't going to play the game this woman's way, no it was going down his way or he'd find another playmate for the evening. With his gifts from Aluria and his own building confidence with the opposite sex he felt he could certainly do that much at least.

Then the woman walked close past him again, her nose slightly out of joint, just as she was about to pass Harry caught her wrist in an easily breakable grip and spun her to face him. "We're going to dance." He said with utter conviction in his voice and eyes. She looked down at him for a long moment as her heels made her easily taller than him, he met her gaze easily. Then she seemed to melt slightly under his confident look. "Yes, we are aren't we?"

"I'm Harry."

"Sarah," she said starting to move against him sexily.

"Just so you know Sarah," Harry began, "We're going back to your place for mind blowing blistering sex soon"

Sarah met his gaze again, and then once more melted, this time with a very sexy smile along for the ride, "Yes, we are."

A few tracks later and Harry led Sarah out of the club by the hand, her eyes molten for him as they left Benny watched them go with a mildly impressed look on his face, "Yeah... he's cool I think."

Harry's Apartment Building

Harry arrived the next day to find two removal van's already drawing up to the apartment building. Two separate Taxi cabs, of the black variety also pulled up next to the van and two of the most important, though newly so, people in his life got out of the taxis at virtually the same time. Jazz and Natalie's eyes met across the tops of their respective cabs and small smiles appeared on their faces. Somehow they knew why they were both in this place at this time and in some small way that the other was, though Harry had not yet mentioned one to the other. Through Harry there was a bond to each other, that they both instinctively felt as their eyes met. Then they turned together and spotted Harry heading towards the building. Their lips seemed to quirk up into smirks at almost the same time and they glanced at each other again before turning and walking towards Harry, as they met up side by side, Natalie turned to Jazz and said, "I'm Natalie."

"Jasmine, but you can call me Jazz." Jazz replied in friendly tones, she smiled slightly, "One of Harry's Chosen."

"Apparently I'm to be the ... Alpha or something." Natalie replied.

"Yes, I sense that somehow. Well Harry sure know's how to pick them you're very beautiful."

"Thank you, so are you." Natalie replied with a pleased smile.

"Is it me or is Harry doing the 'Walk of Shame'." Jazz asked.

"Harry has no shame," Natalie quipped back with a chuckle. Just then they reached the smiling Harry and beamed at him.

"Hello Harry," they said in eerie sync with each other.

Harry took a half step back, "Okay that's not creepy at all," he commented wryly.

Both women laughed gaily at that response and took and arm each, "Well do tell." Jazz said finally.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Do we have someone else joining us," Natalie replied for her new friend.

"No," Harry said carefully, "I suppose you could call that spreading the word."

"Spreading something all over her too I suspect." Natalie quipped with a laugh.

Jazz had an interested expression at that, "Are you painting women and leaving me out Harry?"

Harry looked between the two, "Suddenly I'm not so sure this was such a screaming hot idea." He said with a chuckle.

"Aww, are we ganging up on you Harry," Natalie asked.

"Actually I was being serious I quite fancy that," Jazz inserted.

"He tastes pretty good," Natalie said not letting Harry get a word in edgewise.

"Oh that I know," Jazz said with an impish smile, "But he hasn't painted me yet - for shame."

Harry looked between the two like he was watching a tennis match. "Is it always going to be like this with you two?"

"Probably worse when we get to know each other, but I do feel something... a connection to Jazz here," Natalie said smiling slightly.

"I feel it too," Jazz said seriously, "It's nice. I've never really connected like this to anyone before, I think because I'm an orphan."

"Likewise, when for you," Natalie asked.

"Birth."

"16 for me, sorry for your loss."

"Likewise."

Harry looked between them with a half smile, "For the record I am too, which is a strange coincidence don't you think."

"Well a higher power is literally involved here Mas...Harry," Jazz said blushing prettily at her near slip.

Natalie looked between the two, "Huh," she said. "You're not like that with me."

"You wouldn't like it," Harry answered simply.

"I do," Jazz said breathing a little harder.

Harry smiled slightly, "I know."

"Interesting, so you actually adapt to the woman you're with at the time." Natalie said eyes alight with curiosity.

"I suppose I do a little."

"You licked my pussy Harry that's not a Dom thing to do," Natalie pointed out.

"Was it good," Jazz asked curiously.

"Devine," Natalie said with a smile.

"When did I become a science experiment," Harry asked with amusement.

"Just curious about my ... what do I call you."

"Boyfriend," Harry hazarded.

"Doesn't really cover it darling."

"No," Jazz agreed, "but to me, in private at least, you're my Master."

They laughed together smiling as linked by the arm they walked into the apartment building.

"Nice place," Natalie said eying the reception area, "Tasteful, not too over powering but shows that it wasn't cheap either, good first impression, friendly colours and semi comfortable chairs and the reception desk is fairly open to the area rather than being a guard station."

"I try," Harry said with a grin.

"You designed this," Natalie asked, "How did you get this all done so quickly anyway?"

"It's a kind of magic," Harry said with a wink.

"What else can you do with this Magic," Jazz asked, only to be shushed when a removal man came in with a chest of drawers.

"Where to guv," the man asked.

"Hit two on the elevator for Miss Greer, and for Miss Carmichael hit three, I'm guessing you've pooled resources with the other van."

"Right ya are guv." The man said walking off with the chest of drawers and the apprentice taking up the rear with the other side of chest.

"Did he actually just call me Guv," Harry asked quizzically.

Natalie smirked at him, "I believe he just did darling," she purred.

Harry did a double take at her, "Your engine is revving isn't it?"

"Mine too," Jazz purred at him.

"I've never tried two," Harry said with a gleam in his eye.

"Nor will you right now," Natalie said with a grin, "Unlike men, we can control our impulses."

"Yes we can," Jazz smirkingly said brushing past him and hooking her hand in Natalie's crooked elbow. "Now if you don't mind we have some unpacking to do."

"You'll be back," Harry sing song with a smirk, enjoying the sight of the two beautiful women walking away with an almost in time swing to their hips.

"He's right of course," Natalie said when they were safety out of earshot of the man in question.

"Of course he is. He is somewhat different from other men."

"You do realise how old he is; don't you?"

"Pretty much around 16 or there about's, when I met him he was doing odd jobs for money in the summer hols."

"If he asked though, we'd both do him wouldn't we?"

Natalie smiled in reply.

"I might even like that; tell me how much of an alpha are you."

Natalie looked at Jazz probingly, "I'm not much of a Dom Darling."

"Yes, yes you are, really you are, and I'm surprised you don't clash with Harry."

"Ahh that's because while I'm the Alpha, he is my Alpha and Omega," Natalie replied with a soft smile.

"There's more between you two, than there is between Harry and me, I think." Jazz said searchingly, "Don't get me wrong, there is emotion there it's not all about the blistering sex, he really is now My Master, he became that the other night and for that there has to be ultimate trust. It was my deepest darkest secret, I was just playing around and then Dom Harry showed up and I had my ultimate fantasy, he gave me that and for that I'll be his to the day I die. But with you two I sense, perhaps even love."

"I'm not sure," Natalie admitted, "Frankly this has all happened so fast my head is spinning a little."

"Likewise, this time yesterday I was working for a big multi-national, though going nowhere, and now I've taken the plunge in a business that's so new the paints not even dry in these rather odd Headquarters."

"If your contract was anything like mine, he's paying you better than that Multi-National."

"Oh, he is," Jazz said with a vigorous head nod, "But I'm not in it for the money, odd as this may sound to a Dom, I'm here to protect my master."

"No, it doesn't sound strange at all," Natalie said, "In fact it makes you my new best friend."

With two of his Ladies busy un-packing Harry didn't really need to hang around and watch the removal people do their thing so he was rather at a loss for something to do. This immediately put him in mind of the night before and a small smile lit up his face. Sarah had been interesting to say the least and had been very patient with him when she had found out he had no idea what to do when she demanded he "Take my arse big boy."

That had segued into a rather educational evening in which he had been introduced to the pleasure of the so called dirty hole and the exact how's and why's of it, frankly at first he had NOT been interested, but after trying it he had rather changed his mind about that.

Then a rather puzzled look came over his face, prompting one of the removal men to pause lifting in a horrible looking lamp shade, "You alright Guv."

"Yea, I've forgotten something, I just can't remember what."

"A lot get like that on removal day," the man said affably and grinning slightly, "It'll come to you."

"Oh god, Fleur," Harry said running towards the lift. "Thanks."

"What the hell is a Fleur," the man asked himself, and then shook it off.

Harry rushed up the elevator shaft willing the damn thing to go faster, wondering how pissed the blonde was going to be as he had just left her there, it was possible she wasn't waiting for him with a kitchen knife of course and had just left, he had sat least remembered to tether the room to the front door, things would have been much worse had he not done that.

The elevator Dinged as he reached the top floor, and he virtually exploded out of the door and came up short, "Fleur?"

Fleur half looked over her shoulder with somewhat blood shot eyes, "'Arry?"

"Look, Sorry for leaving you like that Fleur," Harry began his apology.

"You left," she asked in a muggy puzzled sounding voice.

"Urh..." Harry paused, "Have you been playing that all night?"

"All night," she asked thickly and then brightened up, "Look I'm level 20 and I have the legendary sword of amarish."

"Fleur, put that controller to one side sweetheart it's time to say goodbye to the nice Playstation."

"Oh non, non 'Arry I am so close to finding the Axe of the Winds."

"That's nice fleur but you've been playing solidly for about 10 hours, and you can save your progress."

"Oh non it has only been..." she looked puzzled and glanced at her watch, "Oh Mon Dieu."

"Exactly my darling, I think it's time you got some sack time."

"Always trying to get me in bed 'Arry"

"This time it's for your own good rather than our mutual enjoyment."

"'Arry," Fleur said after a moment, "I cannot move, my legs zey are locked."

Harry smothered a laugh and instead walked around beside the cross legged woman sat Indian fashion in front of his huge TV, "I'm going to have to carry you aren't I?"

"Oui," Fleur said wincing.

"As gently as I'm going to be Fleur, this is going to hurt."

"I know 'Arry, be gentle with me."

"Always," Harry said smiling fondly at her, "And remind me to buy you, your own Playstation."

"You would do that for me," she asked wide eyed and slightly tearful.

Harry looked surprised, "Of course," he said with a shrug and reached down and slowly pulled the surprisingly light woman into his arms. She winced but showed no other signs of pain so Harry pulled her fully into his arms and stood easily.

"So strong 'Arry," she said with a coquettish smile.

"I sort of work out a lot lately," He told her and then juggled her into one arm, and held out his palm. Pure high energy magic flowed into being in his palm and formed a ball of crackling spitting light.

"What are you doing 'arry."

"Making you someplace to sleep," Harry explained as if it was nothing, then he threw out his hands with fingers splayed and a doorway shouldered its way into existence on one wall, the door popping open to show a rather opulent room beyond. "It'll only last a couple of days, but you just need to get to sleep and people might look askance at me carrying around a beautiful woman right now with the removal men in."

"What are you, 'arry," Fleur asked somewhat agog.

"Just a bloke," Harry told her, "Helping out my friend."

"Am I your friend or one of those friends," she asked with a sexy smile.

"As I have said, you want one of those friends just ask, as for the other type then yes you are."

"Merci 'Arry."

He walked into the room carrying her like she weighed nothing and then gently laid her down on the bed, then slowly started to massage her legs, "Oh," she said in surprise, "What iz eet that you are doing."

"Getting some life back into your legs, which are beautiful by the way?"

"I think you should not be enjoying yourself so much," Fleur said but made no move to stop him. Truth was that it was feeling fantastic and she could feel her blood flow improve and he was helping with the pins and needles already.

"I take my little pleasures where I can Fleur."

"I do not mind," Fleur said with a pleasured sigh that tightened Harry throat, "As long as you stop when you are done."

"Spoil sport," Harry said rather enjoying the silken feel of her skin under his hands and the tone in her legs, she was bare legged that day and she was wonderfully smooth of skin as well.

"I'm done," he said with a note of regret.

"Merci, Mon ami"

Harry smiled softly, then walked to the door half turning back, "Sleep well Fleur."

A soft, rather cute, snore was his only reply.

Harry meandered through the building, the removal men seemed to have made good time and had packed up and left, leaving Harry wondering where his two Chosen where at that point in time. He changed direction suddenly and headed for Natalie's apartment, walking to the magical elevator and pressing the floor number that corresponded with her apartment. As two of his chosen they got apartments that actually took up a floor rather like his own, but unlike his they were only expanded, and not cavernous in size.

It didn't take him long to reach Natalie's apartment and the door opened directly onto a hallway that led to the other rooms in the abode It was easily the size of a big house in terms of floor space and had rooms that Natalie might never actually need to use. Boxes were in disarray, though he noticed that she already had some furniture in place, he walked towards the sound of female laughter. A smile lighting up his face at the sound, it was wonderfully free and a light sound to hear and he instantly liked it.

"Hello," he called out, "Can I come in?"

"Of course," Natalie said from where she was seated in her rather large living room, one long leg was tucked under the other on the big chain in which she was curled up into. She and Jazz both had dressed not to impress but for work and were thus in Jeans, work shoes and a quite tight T-Shirt on Jazz and what looked to be a men's white shirt on Natalie. Even in casual clothes they took his breath away and they both looked stunning. In all honesty they would both look good in a sack he was sure, particularly since Natalie had that sort of look that suited everything she was wearing. Her long hair was pulled back into a lose pony tail with wisps around her face while Jazz's was done up in the same messy bun at the back of her head he had seen on her once before. She even had the same chop sticks holding it in place, somehow. The mysteries of how she did that were beyond even Harry's new found ken.

"This is hardly moving in," Harry said tongue in cheek.

"No it's more important, we're making friends." Jazz said with a beaming smile.

"That's good to hear."

"Were you worried Harry," Natalie asked with a smirk on her full lips.

"A little, it could have been awkward if you hadn't gotten along," Harry told them ruefully.

"Well you do, so you can stop worrying, in fact we were just sharing our stories of how we met you."

"Right, I'll just be off then," Harry said abruptly turning about face.

"Oh not you don't," Jazz said teasingly. "We're interested in hearing you view on our respective meetings."

"That sounds dangerous."

"Wise, beyond your years," Natalie complimented him, "But in this case it's honest curiosity."

Harry walked into the room proper and took a seat facing them, tenting his fingers and peering at them over them. "You have to understand, they were two very different meetings."

"I pulled the lonely older woman card," Jazz admitted, "And I was."

"You were my first, I think you know that. Just as things were about to get interesting is when Aluria appeared for the first time." Harry told her.

"Oh... really, I didn't feel a thing."

"She literally took your place as you were hovering over my lap about to impale yourself on me."

"Go on," Jazz said smiling bemusedly.

"It was quite a shock for an entirely different personality to suddenly take over you understand, and the power - Jesus it was scary. AT first I thought you had multiple personality disorder and frankly I was cursing my luck. Then the power hit me, and well it lent credence to her tale."

"So, since there was no pause for me, you were literally chatting to someone when I came back and fucked you... I couldn't tell, you seemed to pick it up perfectly."

"Well, it was all very new to me, I had no idea how things were supposed to work."

"How long were your talking to your patron?" Natalie inserted looking thoughtful.

"About ten minutes all told."

"Were you hard the entire time," she asked for further clarification, "I mean if Jazz didn't notice anything you must've been?"

"I suppose I was, she had me rather worked up by that point." Harry said with a smile. "It was my first times remember. She had taken the edge of me, her words, not mine."

"It's true I gave him some serious head for a newbie and he stood up to it pretty well." Jazz inserted.

"I didn't want it to end too soon," Harry said with a shrug.

"It didn't, we went all night I think."

Harry smiled sexily, "I will always remember that night."

"What about Natalie," Jazz asked impishly.

"That too, that was... different entirely though," Harry said.

"How so," Jazz asked as Natalie's pupils dilated with the memory.

"You were in charge our first time, and frankly that's a good thing, but with Natalie, I was sorta more in control. That felt good, I'll admit. My life has never been what you could call normal, people were always telling me what to do, what to think, where to go, what not to do. Then suddenly I have this beautiful woman on her knees before me, suppline to my needs and wishes giving me the most intense blow job of my experience to date. She wanted me, for no apparently reason, and there I was just one day into my sexual awakening with this wonderful creature asking ME if she could suck my cock."

Natalie smiled, "The first time we made skin to skin contact I just knew. Don't get me wrong you were a ragamuffin back then, but still you are a good looking guy and I was interested but there was a spark that went between us when we touched and from that point on I was trying to figure out how to get you in the back room and have my wicked way with you."

"Wow," Jazz said, "I think I should feel jealous, I mean I was his first, I popped his cherry, but you are and were his first Chosen by the sounds of it."

"Perhaps," Natalie demurred.

Harry though was nodding slightly, "It was Aluria that made me face up to that. Apparently you weren't in her plans for me, not one of the women she particularly wants with me or one of the ones she wants me to choose. Apparently it was me that sensed something about you that made you my Alpha, to be honest I still am not 100% sure what exactly it is, but its there. But Jazz, I did choose you as well. Then our last time together I think something a bit special happened."

Jazz licked her lips, then smiled, "It did indeed - Master."

Harry quirked a grin in her direction at that name, smiling fully after a moment

Natalie pulled her leg out from under and sat more squarely onto Harry. "Is this love?"

Harry dithered for a moment, "I have no clue what love of that type feels like."

Natalie sat back her eyes liquid with emotion.

"There's no denying that you two are special in some way, but oddly I'm really not jealous. Frankly he's more than one woman can handle, he fucked me stupid his first time, he's only gotten better since." Jazz said smirking.

Natalie shifted position again and then stood up, pulled her shirt out of her jeans and then right up over her head. "I still think he should get as much practice in as possible... don't you Jazz."

Jazz smiled, virtually diving at Harry and pushing him back into his chair. "I think we should see if he can hold off on both of us."

"Both of you," asked sounding a little shocked.

"At the same time, if you think you can handle it Harry," Natalie said her eyes burning for him.

Jazz half turned to Natalie, "If he wants I'll go down on you."

Natalie's eyes lit up, "Blondes are usually my thing with women, but I can adapt."

Harry's heart was beating a staccato rhythm in his chest by that point as Natalie started on her jeans, pulling the tight articles of clothing down her long sculpted legs and kicking off her hiking boot like shoes.

Harry eyed her with appreciation as Jazz tugged down his trousers to his ankles and then followed that with his boxers. His already hard manhood stood proudly under her intense gaze and a smile lit her face. "Is it me, or does that get bigger every time."

Natalie eyed Harry with a hungry look on her face, "Yes I think it does. It was a mouthful to start with."

"I'm not a side of beef."

"Aww," Jazz said reaching out and stroking him swiftly three times with a very firm grip. "Do we intimidate you Harry?"

Harry smiled lasciviously and shook his head, "That's not the word I would use."

"Then what word, would you use Harry," Natalie asked sashaying over towards him utterly naked, her hips rolling with each exaggerated step.

"Inspire," Harry said his eyes lustful as he looked at the utterly gorgeous woman stalking towards him.

"What does my master wish?" Jazz asked her tone more than a little turned on.

"So many things," Harry admitted with a sexy chuckle, "I don't even know where to start." He added as Natalie kneeled next to Jazz and reached out a hand to wrap it around his cock just above Jazz's hand. As one mind they moved forward their tongues going either side of his shaft and licking him with loving care. Harry breathed in a shocked gasp as the sensation of the two beautiful women working together on his cock swam through his body.

Jazz's mouth moved up to engulf his crown upon which she began to suckle, slowly but with building need as Natalie moved her mouth to suck a ball into her mouth and strongly pull on it with her suction.

Harry's hands went to the arm of the chair, where he hung on for dear life. They two women seemed to know exactly what the other was doing and where they were at any moment in time as proven as Natalie slurped her way up one side of his cock as Jazz let him fall from the heat of her mouth to go down the other side, then Natalie's mouth was taking his crown into a hot moist embrace. Her tongue lathering attention on the small v at the back of his crown that sent intense thrills of pleasure swimming throughout his system, "Oh god," Harry breathed.

Jazz's tongue also lathered its attention on the underside of Harry's manhood as Natalie seemed to sense what she was doing and changed his angle by sitting high up on her knees, raising him so Jazz could use the flat of her tongue on the large now pulsing vein on the underside of Harry's cock. Suddenly he had two sets of eyes looking into his, one blue one chocolate brown and the intensity of their gaze literally stone his breath. Then the two women met at the tip of his member and kissed lustily, their tongues visibly dancing with each other.

Harry actually got harder at that vision as Jazz moaned into Natalie's mouth, reaching out and cupping Natalie's larger breast in a slender hand and palpating it slightly.

Natalie looked at him with pleasure filled eyes and continued to kiss her fellow Chosen. Harry growled low in his throat, something primal coming to the fore at the display they were putting on for him.

Natalie broke the kiss and smiled into Jazz's eyes, "Be a good little sub and lick my pussy for me while I put some more attention on our Master's cock."

Jazz groaned with pleasure and turned onto her back and slid under Natalie who came up onto all fours then settled her legs in a wide spread bringing her level with Harry's aching member. Jazz wasted no time in listening to her Alpha and her hot pink tongue was dancing on Natalie's slick folds. Natalie's beautiful eyes sagged closed for a moment and a hauntingly beautiful smile lit her face for a moment. "She's good at that," she purred directly against Harry's straining member. She leaned back a little gathered some spit and then pocked it out of her mouth with her tongue, using her hand to pull it from there and lathering it all down Harry's stiffness. Her eyes were molten when she looked up into his heated regard and the signs of Jazz's work showed on her hardening and darkening nipples. "Really good." She breathed.

The soft wet noises of Jazz at work filled the room for a moment and then Natalie seemed to meld from one position to the next as she tongued Harry's crown with deceptively simple movements of her tongue that still put Harry out of his mind with pleasure.

Natalie hummed a groan that hit him in the balls when Jazz did something particularly good between her legs and leaned forward a little more and softly worked her lips on the tight skin of his crown, just moving them around sliding them across the skin there before she let them part and slither downwards heading down his shaft. It was erotic; it was intense and was turning out to be an amazing experience for Harry. Frankly the sight and sound of Jazz working Natalie like that was driving him insane with lust, and Natalie seemed to be going out of her way to draw out her blow job, when frankly he was already aching for some form of release.

Natalie sucked particularly hard at that juncture and Harry let out a pleasure filled carnal groan that made Natalie groan as well. Then Jazz moaned into Natalie's sex which seemed to bounce through Natalie's hot body and out of her mouth and then cause Harry to groan again.

This continued in a cycle for a moment each of them pleasing the next until Jazz was literally squirming for some release and Natalie seemed to somehow sense that need in her. Her mouth popped off of Harry's crown and she smiled up at him. "You need to do that thing you did to me, to Jazz."

Harry half frowned as he tried to collect his thoughts from the blistering Blow job he had been enjoying, "What thing."

"That thing with your tongue," Natalie said the memory causing a real purr to enter her voice.

"Isn't that a Sub thing to do to a Sub?"

"Don't be silly, as far as Jazz is concerned it's your Pussy to do to as you will, or won't. And trust me after that, she'll be more yours than ever." Natalie half scolded him, though since she was slowly masturbating him at the time it quite took the sting out of her words.

"Well... Alright then," Harry said with a smile, "But isn't she already mine?"

"Almost totally," Natalie said, "But you are my god, I want her to feel the same way."

"I am," Harry said looking down into the azure depths of her beautiful eyes.

"Oh so totally it's constantly amazing to me."

"I'm not a god, I'm a priest."

Natalie's lips twitched, and then felt a presence brush across her mind, "Perhaps...for now at least."

Harry shot her an odd look, but she shook herself and then sat up a little straighter, "Jazz Darling it's time for your prize, for being such a good little cunt licker."

Jazz moaned slightly at her Alpha's words and Harry growled, "The last woman to say that word I washed out their mouth with cum, didn't I Jazz."

"Yes Master," Jazz said smiling sexily.

"Good slave," Natalie said.

"No," Harry said suddenly, "Don't call her that," he told the surprised looking Natalie.

"What?"

"It takes away her identity, and frankly I'm not willing to go that far. I wouldn't have chosen her if I didn't like her identity, so it's always going to be Jazz or another nickname that lends itself to that identity, never just slave."

Natalie nodded, "You're right, I'm sorry."

"No harm no offfff." Harry was cut off by a Jazz that had somehow extracted herself from her Alpha and leapt into Harry's lap and kissed with with total abandon.

Once she stopped, which was the process of a few minutes and several pecks before she had finally finished Harry looked at her, "Not that I didn't enjoy it, but what was that for."

"For knowing the limits," she turned to Natalie, "I'm sorry Alpha."

"Don't be," Natalie said, "I was about to kiss him myself."

"I'm glad, not sure why, but glad."

"While Jazz is a sub, she's not that deep into it and you knew that, she appreciates that, but... there's something I need to bring up," Natalie said, "Something I don't think either of you have thought of."

"What," Harry asked slightly concerned, though distracted as Jazz was writhing in his naked lap.

"You need a safe word, for if you ever reach the ends of her limits, I don't think you will, but there needs to be a safety net. I'm sure you realise the dynamic of this sort of relationship by now, but you are both very new to this sort of thing."

"Think of a word Jazz," Harry said with a firm voice, "Then tell me it and I'll indelible ink it into my mind, if ever it's too much you say that word, okay."

"Of course Master," Jazz said smiling into his eyes. "I think Apples, will be my word."

Harry's eyes unfocused for a moment, then he nodded.

"What did you just do," Natalie asked.

"A technique I've been reading about from a book my friend Hermione sent to me at the start of summer. Occlumency, it's the process of not only protecting you mind from outside influence, be that Legimency which is the reading of memories but also it's about organising you mind to work better. Frankly the book only took half an hour to read but putting it into practice is taking much longer. There's a lot more to organise than there used to be," he added with a self deprecating smile.

"Can I borrow that book, I mean can I even learn it," Natalie asked.

"I don't see why not, it's not all that magical, and I might have a way to help with the bits that are."

"Thank you, I look forward to it." Then she smiled widely, "Now I think it's time for a different form of magic, because there is no way in hell you can tell me that little trick wasn't magic."

Harry grinned, "Actually it kinda is."

"I thought so," Natalie said laughing slightly, "Jazz..." she said looking into Jazz's eyes. "Take off your clothes and lay flat on the floor and spread those legs of yours as wide as they'll go."

Jazz nodded, "Yes my Alpha."

"Funny she doesn't call you Mistress."

"Not really, I'm her Alpha," Natalie said, "It's almost a pack mentality building here."

"What the hell did they teach you at St Augusta's School for Young Ladies anyway? Pack Mentality, Dom/Sub relationships, Bi-sexuality, that's some school."

"Girls, will be girls," was all Natalie would say on the matter before she got a Mona Lisa smile on her face.

Meanwhile Jazz was moving swiftly to become as naked as her Alpha and Natalie had started to help Harry out of the rest of his clothing so he could catch up as well. It was the work of a few short moments until they were all as naked as the moment they were born. Harry cast an appreciative eye over Jazz as she lay flat on her back, put her long legs in the air and then slowly parted them, virtually doing the splits until she braced her hands under her thighs to keep herself in place.

"She's limber," Natalie noted.

"Can you do that," Harry asked.

"I can certainly try if you want me to."

"How about you go lay next to Jazz and give it the old British try."

Natalie smiled and lay next to whom was quickly becoming 'their' sub. Then she mirrored Jazz's actions, though she didn't quite get as amazingly wide as Jazz had; she made a good accounting of herself.

Harry stood up and walked standing in front of them and looking down at them. "Two more perfect pussy's I could not hope to see."

"Darling, get to work on Jazz I can feel her trembling in anticipation from beside me, either that or strain from holding herself like that." Natalie said, letting go of her leg and moving a hand up and across her chest to start palpating her own breast in a firm grip.

Harry smiled at the sight, and then kneeled between Jazz's impressively spanned creamy white thighs. "Remember that safe word," he warned.

Jazz smiled, "I'm ready Master."

Harry shifted back a little and ducked his head between her legs; his head directly next to her throbbing with need sex. He licked it from top to bottom and then continued in that vain for a long moment causing Jazz to purr like a kitten.

"Wait for it," Natalie said, her tone filled with desire as she began to pleasure herself beside the pair. Her hard working in rough circles across her labia with a moist noise that seemed to fill the area they were in.

Jazz half turned her head, "Wait for... WHAT" she suddenly exclaimed as Harry began to whisper sweet nothings in parseltongue directly onto her heated sex. Pleasure exploded through her body making her mouth sag open in a silent exclamation of utter pleasure. "FUCK," Jazz chirruped in a bird like cry, "CUMMING!" she yelled at the very top of her lungs, then her boy appeared to go into spasm, with virtually all her muscles locking into place for a moment before she literally seemed to melt back into position. But unlike with Natalie Harry didn't stop, instead he kept going, speaking the langue of snakes in and around her fluttering womanhood, which was now souse with desire. Jazz was making little bird like cries of encouragement begging him to stop, don't stop and enthusing him to god herself, her hands reached out blindly and grabbed Natalie's arm in a painful grip just trying to hold on for dear life as Harry tortured her with pleasure.

Harry continued in this vain for sometime amazed at her stamina as Jazz became a trembling wreck of a woman who seemed to be having one long continuous orgasm that was rocking her to the core. At one moment he glanced up at her and saw that she had bitten her lip and there was free flowing blood but still she hadn't said the word, he gave it a moment's thought and then finished the stanza of the poem he was on culminating in Jazz screaming the roof down as a monster orgasm ripped her consciousness from her.

"Enough Darling," Natalie said in a soft tone when the aftershock of Jazz's last exclamation stopped echoing in the virtually empty room.

Harry sat up on his haunches and nodded, "I know - she's unconscious."

"You realise that I thought you'd do it once, like you did with me."

"Oh," Harry said with an embarrassed smile.

"Be careful with that one Harry, you may have just blown her mind for a while."

"Oh," he said sounding more serious.

"There's only so much a woman can take, of course normally with other men that's not even slightly a problem." Natalie said with a laugh. "Now, my pussy is feeling left out."

"The same," Harry wanted to know.

"Unless you can think of something else," Natalie said with a little challenge to her tone, "Something even better. But if you turn me mindless I'll not blow you for a week."

"I could live with that, you are at your most beautiful while you cum."

Natalie smiled slightly her eyes molten.

"I do have something I've been meaning to try though, but... it's slightly dangerous."

"I trust you Darling," Natalie said with that trust held in her eyes.

"I'd never want to hurt you in anyway."

"Start slow," was her advice on the matter.

"Right, well, let's try the less invasive version first. I noticed this at first when I used the pleasure touch on you, what I was actually doing was channelling some of my magic into you."

"Okay, with you so far," Natalie told him, her breath hitching at the memory of that touch.

"I think I can play with the way that works, but the power levels are everything here, too much and I could overload your central nervous system."

"Will it be worth the risk," she asked her voice husky with repressed need.

Harry reached out and laid the flat of his hand on her firm stomach. "You tell me," he said his eyes beginning to actually glow, totally catching Natalie's attention, then lightning crackles formed around his irises and slow motion as he focused.

"Ohh," Natalie suddenly said, "That's... really nice." She said breathing a little harder her perfectly formed breasts beginning to heave slightly.

"A little more," Harry asked.

"Yes Darling, give me more, please god do."

Harry nodded and focused his power towards his hand, a tiny trickle in terms of his personal power well, but enough for Natalie's nipples to visible tighten and darken. Her eyes turned smoky and her breathing increased a little more. "More," she begged.

Harry nodded again and increased the power flow, Natalie's body jumped a little, and she let out a protracted moan that hit Harry in the crotch. Her body writhed under his touch and he felt her stomach muscles flutter slightly. Her nipples were now much harder and her lips darker hue as blood rushed around her body readying her for the act of sex. "I'm getting so wet right now Darling." She purred her voice silky with desire. "Give me just a little more."

"Are you sure," Harry asked.

"I feel like rockets are going off behind my eyes, my body is singing to me Darling Harry, it's not enough to make me cum, but the SHEER pleasure of it, oh My Darling give me more."

Harry concentrated again and increased the pressure of his magic, letting it flow a little more into the beautiful totally and utterly turned on woman beneath his hand. Goosebumps seemed to erupt on her flesh and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. Her pretty mouth gaped open, flashing pearly whites at him for a moment as a drawn out pleasured sigh escaped her lips. "Sooooooo goooood," she drawled, her eyes coming back to focus on him utterly, "MY Personal God," she breathed her breasts really heaving now, an utterly enrapturing sight for Harry.

"Good," he asked a slight smile on his face.

"Take me now Harry, please take me now."

Harry didn't need to be told another time.

Harry's Apartment Building, Later

Now once more dressed and chatting comfortably, though Jazz was still a little out of it, Harry and his two Chosen were sat in Natalie's living room.

Jazz randomly smiled again, her face a little dazed.

"Do you think she'll be like that long," Natalie asked her tone part amused part curious, she was feeling rather mellow herself after Harry had made love to her after trying his new trick out, and how she did so love that little trick of his. It had taken them sometime after they had basked, to rouse Jazz in fact; Harry was just starting to get worried when Natalie had finally gotten through to her by wafting a pot of coffee under her nose. Surprisingly this had worked like a charm.

"I really don't know," Harry said with a smile.

"I'm so happy my toes are happy," Jazz told them.

"I'm glad," Harry said, "I have never pleased toes before," he added with a tongue in cheek tone.

"I'd have thought a leg man like you would like feet too," Natalie put forth.

"Not really come up," Harry admitted with a shrug.

"Odd," Natalie said thoughtfully.

"You are really striving to make sense out of me in some way aren't you," Harry asked bemused.

"You're an enigma wrapped in a puzzle, that's part of what attracted me to you," Natalie admitted.

"A Bloke has to keep his mystery."

"You said that to me before and then showed me the world of Magic," Natalie said with a teasing smile, "What's next, aliens?"

"I have no idea if they exist, but it would make sense given how many stars are out there and if you apply a number and think that perhaps a small percentage of those have the goldilocks zone, then that a small percentage of those evolved higher life forms. Then I have to say they probably do exist yes."

"You're not just a sex god are you," Jazz said still with a goofy grin.

"I wasn't aware that I was even that."

"Don't be coy Harry;" Natalie said with a chuckle, "It doesn't suit you."

"I like to think I'm a man of many parts."

"I like one of those parts quite a bit," Jazz put forth with her trademark impish smile.

Harry laughed, "I'm just a dick to you two aren't I?"

"Oh no, there's fingers and a tongue too," Jazz said smiling into his eyes.

"There is something I've been meaning to bring up though," Natalie said after a moment.

"What's that?"

"What the HELL is this company we're supposedly working for actually do."

"I didn't mention that," Harry said looking shocked.

"Nope," The Chosen said together.

"Oh, whoops." Harry said, then stood up suddenly he liked to think on his feet and thus began to pace slightly. "I have many, many companies in both this world and the magical one. They haven't been RUN in a long time, in some cases nearly a hundred years, and in others the last 16. I need to bring these all under a central holding company that I've been calling Potter Inc. To start with, we'll start by managing those companies; make them more profitable with modern techniques and modern management ideas. The stuff on the Magical side of things is in a particular mess by the way. But I also have things I want to do, research I want to complete, inventions that I have in mind, I need a way to market those. There's some idea I have on computing systems in particular after reading that Dummy's book that should be explored. So there'll be faux department that will handle that. I got rather interested in Computing after that, and bought some reading material, which I got through in my spare time the other night."

"How much material are we talking?"

"About a hundred books," Harry answered without realising just what he had said. "They covered the basics up to higher computing, which is why I managed to get a Cray off the back of a lorry, it's downstairs in a magically climate controlled room that's not much above freezing."

Natalie held up a hand, "Wait a minute, you read a hundred books in your spare time the 'other night' which bloody night was this?"

"I may be playing with time a little," Harry said with a sheepish grin.

Natalie blinked, "You're WHAT?"

"Now calm down it's perfectly safe and really the principles behind time turners are quite simple."

"What's a time turner," Jazz inserted watching the conversation flow like a tennis match.

"It's a rather simple magical device that allows you to 'wind back' time a set distance on the forth dimensional axis. They range from a few hours to a couple of days. The one I made the first night I was on the island can do about eight hours so far. I'm finding ways to optimise the algorithm all the time."

"You make it sound like a computer program." Natalie theorised.

"You were utterly wasted as a shop assistant weren't you, what's your IQ like?"

"162," Natalie said with a proud grin.

"Nice."

"Is that good," Jazz asked.

"It makes her genius level and a shoe in for Mensa."

"What's yours," Natalie asked.

"Never measured it," Harry admitted, "Not since the blocks came off, before I was at about 120."

"That's above average in the UK," Natalie noted.

"It's unimportant anyway, the important thing is, things are so much clearer now. Stuff that didn't make any sense suddenly does. I had no clue how Time turners worked until I learned about computers. I learned that each piece of software was 'programmed' and in most cases had human readable source code. That got me to wondering about the building blocks of spells and magical artefacts, and then from there it was a simple matter of 'decompiling' the spells."

"That doesn't sound simple," Jazz said with a shake of her head.

"It's not... for us mere mortals, when I told you that you were my god, I'm thinking I might not have been overly flowery."

"I'm a stone cold idiot compared to the truly divine," Harry said, "Trust me, Aluria protected all my electronic toys with a wave of her hand and some of them were protected in a Left turn Pocket dimension at the time."

"Left turn Pocket dimension."

"That's getting into higher physics, but it's the name I coined for them. There's a Left turn which is used for simple expansion charms and the alike of this building, and even the spell I used to move all my gear in one go. Then there's a right turn, well, this is theory but Hell is a right turn pocket dimension."

"What about upwards and downwards turn."

"No clue... yet, but I'll look into it I hadn't thought of that."

"I feel like the idiot child in the room," Jazz said suddenly.

"You are far from an idiot," Natalie virtually snapped at her, "You are a very intelligent woman in your own right, I couldn't control the press the way you must have to, I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Nor could I spin a story in any direction I wanted using the base materials you do. We all have our own personal gifts." Harry added.

"Thank you Alpha, and Master, but I have to warn you if you add others to this little harem, they might not take it kindly when you two start spit balling. I honestly didn't understand a word you too were saying. I have a degree, so I am no idiot that's true, but wow you guys just blew me out of the water."

"Darling, he's blowing me out of the water and I understand every firth word he's saying, not that I have a degree by the way." Natalie said with a smile.

"Anyway, the point is, I have research that could lead to discoveries that could lead to profit. That's for the future though, the most important part is taking all the disparate parts of my business ventures and centralising them."

"So you have PR, and a Business Manager. At the very least you'll need both a Lawyer and an Accountant, on staff and I'd recommend they be chosen."

"Why," Harry asked brought up short by that.

"Because we can't hurt you, or do anything damaging to you, I'm sure Jazz feels it too."

Jazz nodded, dislodging her bun a little, pausing to replace her chop sticks and nodding again. "I do, and couldn't."

"She never mentioned that aspect of this whole thing."

"Aluria," Natalie asked, gaining a nod in reply from Harry, "She's a divine being I doubt she realised you should know that information, I suspect she works on many different levels, all of them above our ken."

"I'm sure she does, she can also be cryptic as all hell."

"I felt her earlier, in my mind," Natalie admitted, "Just for a moment, it was very pleasant."

"When," Harry asked.

"Never you mind," Natalie replied.

"You like to keep your secrets don't you Darling." Harry said with a smile.

"So does that at least fill in some details?" Harry asked after a beat.

"It does, but right now I need to look at your books," Natalie said, "And I think I can get you an accountant."

"He any good"

"SHE is, and between jobs right now, a little mishap with the boss's son you understand. It's my cousin, virtually my sister since I grew up with her." She sniffed, "Though I always felt like the ugly sister with her around."

"That... is simply not possible." Harry said firmly, "The only woman that beats you that I've met is Aluria herself and she's a true blue goddess."

Natalie blushed slightly, "Well anyway, she'd be perfect."

"Hang on you said they should be my chosen."

"I did," she nodded.

"Then offered up your sister in all but blood, had what happened earlier slipped your mind, I suspect that might be common."

"I know," Natalie said with a firm nod. "Anyway she wouldn't bond with you straight away, it'll be the long seduction for her, and by the way, how is it going with the blonde."

"Which blonde," Jazz asked.

"Fleur... and why do you mention it?"

"Oh... no reason at all," Natalie said with a smirk.

"Hmm," Harry hummed with no belief, "So you want me to seduce your... sister/cousin, I am reading this right... right?"

"I believe I said that already Harry, you weren't this thick earlier."

"Just to get an accountant"

"A very good accountant, down on her luck who happens to be a beautiful woman," Jazz put forth.

"How do you know she's good," Harry asked her.

"As Natalie said, we can't do anything damaging to you, she she'd have to be for Natalie to offer her up as a choice," Jazz said with her impish grin firmly in place.

"Her name," Harry asked.

"Amanda, Amanda Greer, her dad is my dad's brother, which always added to the sister vibe we had going, and like sisters we occasionally got competitive."

"This keeps getting better and better," Harry said running a hand down her face. "Fine I'll meet with her, give her some sort of real interview."

"Good she's due later today."

"Of course she is," Harry said with a sigh.