Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
A/n I am trying to finish the stories open. a little hard at present, not easy when not doing well. enjoy
The Dagworth-Granger, the haughtiest of them all, shook in fear. They froze when the giant three-headed dog filled the large room. Seconds later, a flying fur-ball landed on its nose, yipping excitedly.
"Later, my sweet girl," his voice softer, "stay put."
"My lady," he addressed Hermione.
"Think of reporting my wife, and he will take care of you," Sirius threatened the visitors, reading their minds.
The cowards shrunk farther, "The Nasty Red is behind all your sorrows. She must be punished, so I will send her to a nasty place in the Underworld for a short while, enough to let her appreciate the error of her ways." Cerberus chuckled evilly, meaning to frighten everyone, and spoke very loud, enough to carry his voice outside. "Everyone bent on harassing my Lady Black, be ready to travel to dark places, and become a tasty bite, basted, and roasted slowly in an open-pit grill."
At this threat, everyone outside scurried getting away. "Run, but you cannot hide, look at your wrist, you have my print. I will find you anywhere and can see all those bearing it. I will see what you are doing, now, run and forget your way here."
He spoke softer, "I don't like human flesh, I am partial to salmon, chocolate, and other delicacies. The stench of burning flesh is revolting, I should know." His softer voice still boomed, it was raspy and deep. The room, as before, smelled like a Finnish sauna, lots of eucalyptus, which Hermione liked.
Sirius guffawed, and Hermione barely grinned. Imagining the source of burning flesh gave her chills.
"Thanks again. Please do as you wish with Red, just don't kill her, or not yet." Hermione said, thoughtfully.
"I will, but for her, I will make an exception, a small roasted red bite can be swallowed without tasting."
Sirius laughed louder, and Hermione had to chuckle, Cerberus had a point. "My lady, I must leave, if your visitors give you trouble, holler. My girl, come in an hour or so. I have unfinished Nasty-Red business. I will wait for you, we will go and catch fresh salmon and steam it." With this, he went, and Camellia moved close to her mommy.
The couple was subdued, they realized that Sirius could read their minds. He was a powerful wizard, their babies would make the family name proud.
"My dear girl, I would like to see my brother, it is time. We need to talk. Why deprive your children of a fortune? All we ask is that one or two of your children take our name. Think about it." The witch told Hermione.
Sirius was pragmatic, their children would carry their values, a way to make a dent into the Pureblood society and start a big change.
Before Hermione could answer, Sirius did, "We will consider it, but first meet your brother, apologize, and make a public recognition."
Hermione knew he might be right, but first, "Did you know that my father is very gifted. He went to a private wizarding academy over the pond. Funny how you have been fooled for a long time."
"Why didn't we know?"
"For the same reason I didn't, your brother didn't want you to claim my father, his son. Your family and others have abandoned too many innocent children; you will need to make a public apology. We will see. And if you wish to tell anyone anything, first look at your wrist." Hermione wanted them to squirm.
Sirius came to her, and sat her on his lap, well knowing the stuffy visitors would be offended. Camellia woofed and sat on her mommy's lap, to growl at the uninvited guests.
They looked at their wrists and gasped, they had a noticeable size glowing tattoo, of a three-headed dog.
"Just a gentle reminder," Hermione grinned.
The witch demonstrated a little humor, "You, young witch, are more like me than you would care to acknowledge," she smiled, "I also like to make others afraid. Besides, we share the same hair and much more, like the fear of brooms. Your powers are not a mere accident, you have powerful old magic. And if you don't think that we know about your mother, think again. We know who was her great grandfather, and how the family pretend to be Muggles; they are in deep hiding. A little advice, whoever Nasty-Red is, she is a dangerous liability; besides, nobody crosses our family. Let your powerful protector handle her, she needs to learn, or she will become a roasted bite. We will be waiting to meet my brother, good day."
Hermione was tongue-tied and said nothing.
"Let's go, my dear," the witch told her husband. And with this, they pulled their wands and Apparated away.
Sirius guffawed at Hermione's expression. "Yes, you are a little wicked, it makes you more charming. I wonder about Ginny. Should we eat breakfast? I am famished, then we can go back to bed, shall we?" With a wave of his hand, they were in the kitchen,
"How did you do that without a wand?" Hermione asked.
"Let's say, I am not quite the same. Do you remember how I flew?"
She nodded.
"That was real, wait till you see it all, I have some ideas about ways to use that particular talent." Sirius waggled his eyebrows.
"You are a fast learner, I see." Hermione teased him.
"I had a lot of visual experiences and wanted to be the one in your arms?" Sirius made her blush, "Now, let's see what we can eat."
Camellia agreed and jumped over a counter, walked to a canister, and opened it with her paw. Two treats flew out, and she sat to eat them. After she was done, she just vanished.
"Going to her Papa, I am satisfied." Hermione sighed, Camellia was incorrigible, self-fed, and much more.
Kreacher pop, "Outs my kitchen, Ladies and Lords be waiting for their food. Just tells Kreacher."
Hermione had to cover her face, Kreacher wore a quasi version of a chef's apron with an odd-looking bandana around his head. She remembered that he was addicted to cooking shows.
Ginny
She was glowing with pleasure playing the big hostess. She had owl her mother since she couldn't cook. Molly was unhappy with her daughter; she read the news and was furious that she wanted to hurt Sirius. Even more, when Ron had told her that she had tried to kill them. After an argument, Molly accepted to help but let her know this was a one-shot deal; after all, her ex-favorite child saw her mother as not good enough to be around her new friends, and Molly knew it.
Ginny couldn't stop grinning, Hermione, the swot, soon would be in Azkaban along with Sirius, and she would keep her place. Kreacher would come back, hence, all would be well.
Her happiness was short-lived, Harry stormed in the dining room where a few guests meander. He was carrying a mountain of newspapers; Ron followed him with another pile.
He dumped the papers on top of Ginny's plate, "What have you done?"
Ginny made a face, pointing at the guests still eating, and made a sign for Harry to be discreet.
"No, you are something else. My godfather is right, I was a fool, and I will speak. You sure were not quiet. You couldn't keep your big mouth shut, not even when you were threatened to say nothing."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Whatever do these papers have to do with me?" She tried to feign innocence.
"Ha, lie to someone else, not to me. You are endangering the people I love, my only family. Please tell all your guests to leave the house immediately and go with them."
Slowly the room emptied. Ginny was in a rage, "You have no right to make me look bad in front of my guests. I will not leave my home. If you must know, I did it. I hope she will be sent to Azkaban. She deserves it!"
Molly had heard the loud voices, and, now, stood at the door. "We were not good enough to invite, but it seems that I'm good enough to be your cook. Deal with your own guests, what is wrong with you? Sirius wasn't dead, thank goodness that he was rescued. Goodbye, you are on your own. Ron has told me what happened, shame on you."
"Mother, please, I need…" She heard the Floo, Molly was gone.
The room filled with the smell of a sauna. Harry grinned and waited; Ron winked and sat by Harry. Then he heard an excited bark, and Camellia ran into the room and jumped on Harry's lap to kiss him.
Harry laughed, trying to stop the wild licking, two heads popping for better coverage. Then he said, "Oh, oops!" Ron added, "Oh, oh, " and snickered with Harry.
"Oh, oh is right," the booming, deep, growly voice made the walls shake. Guests who saw the big shadow walking through the house and sniffing, ran to their rooms to collect their belongings and make a quick getaway.
Harry saw how the pile of newspapers turned into dust. He waited. Ginny looked for her wand, ready to Apparate away, but the magic wand turned into a wilted celery stick, then, to dust.
They heard "Tsk, tsk," and three giant heads materialized, they sniffed, "Bacon, mushroom, berries? Hmm, " the heads' owner changed into a no less terrifying red creature, with one head. Not ugly, just scary. "First, a couple of bites. This is delicious," he sat and sniffed, "compliments to the cook, ah, the villain's mother. Cooking fit for a king. Nasty Red, sit, you are to wait for me."'
A heavy purse landed on Harry's hand, "For the chef, give her this," he ate some more, "Tasty, magnificent, " he said between bites. Camellia stood on his shoulder, eating snacks prepared by her papa. He drank coffee, and ate a few more buttered toasts with jam or with smoked salmon, plus a couple of scones; finally, he stood up.
"Now, you Nasty Red, let's go."
"I am not going anywhere with you. Harry, Ron, help me."
Harry sat drinking a cup of coffee. Ron was busy eating, so both ignored her. Harry looked at Cerberus and said, "Take her, I won't pay for her sins."
Ron stopped chewing, swallowed and just said, "Me neither, you were warned, bye," with those words, Ron filled his plate again, "delicious."
Cerberus turned into the three-headed dog, picked her up with the vast jaws with one of his heads like she was a twig, and was gone, drowning her screams.
Camellia jumped in a portrait and was gone. Harry smiled looked into the purse, big gold nuggets, and a few gems.
"Go, Molly, you are a fantastic cook; indeed, you are worth this king's ransom." Both wizards stood up and went to open the Floo for Ginny's guests. Then they left for the Burrow to celebrate Molly's good fortune. Cerberus had sent him a mental message, 'Nasty-red is going to be scared out her wits. It is up to her what happens next.'
Ginny screamed in horror when she saw where she was. She stood, alone, in a dark place, next to a volcano-like area. Inside, she could see people screaming in pain floating in a lake of lava, while others waited in line. Some were picked up by a monster who flung them into the fire pit.
She hid behind a rock and started crying, too bad her words didn't help her at all. "This is all that ugly witch's fault…"
The voice whispered, "Each thought and each word makes you more visible to the 'Picker,' your choice." Ginny froze.
The Newlyweds
"Kreacher, when did you learn to cook like this, wow, " Sirius complimented him.
"In the telly, " he answered proudly, "l wants a kitchen like this."
Sirius looked at him, "You'll get one."
Kreacher just bowed and left.
"Is he wearing an embroidered napkin and a handkerchief?" Sirius wondered, and both laughed. "Now, after such an eventful morning, how about a swim, but don't wear anything," he winked at Hermione.
"I wasn't planning to, I'll raise you."
At the pool, they held each other, "I wonder what happened to Ginny?" Hermione asked.
"Who cares, like your relative said, let your protector deal with her. She asked for it," Sirius answered, moving behind her. His hands caressed her breasts while he kissed her neck and pressed his hips against her. "Do you want to go to bed? This is everyone's pool." He turned her around, lifting her onto the air, then glided along the house with Hermione wrapped around him,with her legs around his hips.
"My, my, this beats riding a broom anytime."
A/n if you like the stories, let me hear from you.