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Chapter 5

Harry and Neville watched from a distance as the first egg began to crack even as Jo crooned at her children, softly encouraging them. Gradually the first egg broke open and the baby gargoyle emerged and then the next egg cracked and then the final of her clutch.

"They're cute," Neville admitted as they watched Jo move to feed her babies, Tamara helping, driven by the communal instinct.

"Very." Harry smiled softly as he watched them tumble around in the nest. "Are you looking forward to the Equinox?"

"Definitely, it's time they finally knew their place," Neville's hands clenched into fists as he couldn't help remembering the last time he'd seen Luna, her face hardly recognisable, body battered and used. No one should ever suffer what she had…it had been Harry who had hunted those animals down and had given him the chance to make them pay. He saw the truth about Muggles now, he'd heard the rumours for years about Harry's treatment at the hands of his relatives but after Luna, Harry had finally opened up about the abuse. Voldemort had been wrong to want to exterminate them, that just wasn't feasible, and an infusion of fresh blood was needed every so often to avoid inbreeding. However, those children would be raised by their magical family.

"Soon Nev," Harry promised as he watched the baby gargoyles.

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Hermione looked into the Rookery, seeing all the babies, unable to keep from smiling at the sight. She felt proud of her contribution to the continuation of the species. She loved her work and she loved her life here. She still missed her parents and she always would, she had done her best to protect them from the war, going so far as to wipe their memories of her and send them to another country….it hadn't stopped them being hunted down and killed. That had been right at the same time she found out about the Weasley's and had broken her engagement to Ron. If it hadn't been for running into Blaise…who know what would have happened. She'd probably have left the magical world. Then Luna had been killed…it had been one hit after another.

"They're cute, aren't they?" Harry asked and she turned to see him with Sammy and Dean at his heels. She kissed his cheek and he wrapped a brotherly arm around her.

"Very cute," she agreed before glancing at Sammy. "Does he know or understand some of them are his?"

"No," Harry shrugged slightly. "I explained but Sammy doesn't understand much beyond basic instructions. It's sad considering his records show him to have been as smart as you."

"Daphne's done all the prep…I could work with her, pool our fields, see if there's any way to give that back to him, if you want?"

Harry blinked and then glanced over at Sammy, he loved the almost childlike innocence, but he had wondered what the younger man had been like before. He reached out and tipped Sammy's head up to look into black and white eyes. Sammy just pressed into his grip happily. "He's happy like this, return his intellect, memories…who knows what they did to him to 'train' him."

"We can explore the options," she offered gently.

Harry nodded. Sammy had left hunting behind for a reason, if any hunter could understand, it might be him. If not, he could always be dosed again. "Okay," he smiled at her and moved on.

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Harry watched as Daphne and her team prepared everything, carving runes very carefully into the stones. He hadn't been back in Britain for a while and he definitely hadn't missed the cold, but he had wanted to watch, he'd never been to Stonehenge before. There was another team in Australia at that big rock in the middle and another team in South America somewhere in the Amazon, all placing the same runes. Once activated and charged they would go to work, ensuring world peace by dulling the muggle's free will and want of violence.

They would achieve what Grindelwald and Voldemort had desired, magicals at the top of society and all without killing anyone. Yes, they used whatever magic a situation required, dark or light but they didn't use violence for violence sake. They weren't the sweet, innocent kids they'd been before the war, but they didn't consider themselves monsters either. Maybe others would but you couldn't please everyone.

It would take time for them to reach full power, even making use of the locations they had, bit soon all wars would be over.

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Harry lounged on his couch, Dean on the floor in front of it, and Sammy sprawled on the couch with him, head in Harry's lap. Harry was idly running his fingers through the mass of dark hair as he considered things. After three months the news was already beginning to report a de-escalation in the Middle East and less violent crime. Hermione and Daphne were working together on ways to restore Sammy's mind to some extent. It would be nice to maybe be able to hold a conversation with him one day. He gently scratched his scalp and Sammy purred, arching into his touch. He grinned and pulled Sammy up into a kiss.

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Harry looked up as Blaise walked into the room, it was rare to see him out of the lab and without Hermione. "Blaise?"

"I'm going to be a Dad," he whispered and then fainted. Harry blinked even as Neville and Seamus snickered. Neville went over and rennervated him and Blaise blushed as he got up.

"Congratulations," Harry grinned at him as he walked over and shook Blaise's hand. "This mean you two are tying the knot?" he teased, and Blaise smiled slightly.

"I think so."

"How far along is she?" Neville asked.

"Eight weeks, she waited to tell me until she was really sure."

"Her brains and your looks…" Seamus smirked, and Blaise glared, making him raise his hands in mock defence. "Or your brains and her looks."

Blaise was soon swarmed by the others, offering their congratulations so no one noticed Neville slip away off to his rooms. He was happy for them, he really was. it just brought back memories of a time when that had been him, not that he'd told anyone before he'd lost her. only Harry knew the truth and he wouldn't tell anyone.

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Harry stood out on the battlements, enjoying the sunset and the fresh cool air. Winter was coming and he was looking forward to the snow. It reminded him of happy times at Hogwarts, before they knew how badly they'd been betrayed. This castle was modelled off Hogwarts, hidden from everyone deep in the Rocky Mountains. The sun set but the gargoyles around him remained in their sleep, spelled to only wake if they were needed to defend the castle. The babies in the Rookery were growing strong and quickly, some would soon be ready to take their places as guardians. The world was celebrating the end of the conflict in the Middle East and the massive drop in crime without questioning why it was happening.

It left him with the decision on what to do with the remaining hunters out there, especially Bobby Singer and John Winchester. Singer was a lynchpin in the hunter network, and they were proving to be more resistant, many of those still left were still working. He was the one they went to for information and back up when it came to id's. John Winchester, he wanted dealt with just to be safe, the man was so obsessed he didn't seem at all affected by the rune scheme from what they'd managed to track.

He knew the girls were still working on a way to fix Sammy's mind and they had come up with several new potions and spells, but none would do exactly what they were looking for. They weren't giving up hope yet, but they had other projects as well.

As the cold began to truly set in Harry headed inside and up to his rooms to find Sammy and Dean awake and waiting for him, two empty plates of fish nearby showing they had already been fed for the evening. A snap of his fingers and their leashes came free and he motioned for them to follow him. He left his rooms without even checking to see if they were following. He headed down to the 'Throne Room' as the others called it and went to the magical map of the world to study what was happening, the two gargoyles moving to kneel by his throne as they always did. Neville had been the one to start calling it a throne room and then the throne had appeared as part of the joke and he'd never removed it because it was very comfortable. He wasn't a King or Emperor and he didn't really want to be one. He was their leader but that didn't mean he didn't listen to the others.

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Harry gently caressed between Sammy's wings, enjoying his reaction to the touch as he writhed on the bed, head thrown back, breath coming in needy gasps as he gripped the sheets. He was mewling in need, eyes locked on Harry. Harry grinned and gently tugged Sammy onto his hands and knees and Sammy quickly spread his legs further. "Good boy Sammy," Harry praised, nipping his throat.

Sammy groaned in pleasure. "Please Master…please…" he begged, it had taken time, but he had been trained to please Harry and Harry did not want him quiet in bed.

Harry gave a firm stroke between the limply hanging wings before giving Sammy what he had asked for and Sammy sighed in pleasure. He began moving back against Harry, knowing it would please his Master and it felt good too as his Master moved as well, thrusting into his willing body.

He lay limp in his Master's arms, still breathing heavily but feeling utterly content and loved as a hand gently stroked his side. He shifted enough to nuzzle his Master before settling totally. He dozed lightly, feeling his Master get up and leave the bed before coming back a few minutes later. He was tugged up against his Master's chest and he cuddled in, feeling his Master's chest move as the man chuckled. Then something was pressed to his lips.

"Drink Sammy," Harry whispered and Sammy's lips obediently parted, allowing Harry to pour the contents into his mouth.

Sammy obediently swallowed, he didn't like that taste! He blinked, feeling funny, head spinning, and he whimpered, unable to focus. "Mas…" his eyes slid shut and his world went black, body going limp in his Master's arms.

Harry gently lay the unconscious body on the mattress, watching his eyes jerk around behind closed lids even as he twitched occasionally, head jerking. He looked over at where Dean knelt across the room, head lowered, eyes closed, unaware of what was happening due to Harry ordering him to basically blank out. He looked back down at Sammy, wondering if the potion would work and to what extent. He waited as slowly Sammy's body calmed and he appeared to be merely sleeping. Harry began gently running his fingers through the long hair, relieved when Sammy shifted, pressing into his touch, letting out a sleepy murmur.

It felt like he was floating in something warm, his body heavy, mind empty. Slowly it began to fade, and he became aware of lying on something soft…fingers gently running through his hair. He shifted, pressing into the touch, unable to help making a noise. His body was still heavy, sated, an odd sensation low down. He tried to open his eyes, but they refused to cooperate, and he gave up, letting himself sink back down into the floating feeling.

"Sammy, time to wake up."

Sammy…he was Sammy…Master, his Master was calling him and that gave him the energy to force his eyes to open slowly, blinking sleepily to see his Master leaning over him. He looked worried, had something happened? "Master?"

Harry smiled as Sammy's eyes opened and then he called out to him. "It's alright Sammy, you're okay," he soothed, gently lifting Sammy back into his arms, his body heavy, boneless. He still called him Master and responded to Sammy, that was good.

Sammy lay limp in his Master's hold as he was pulled into his arms, hearing relief in his Master's voice. Had he been hurt? Sick? He tried to remember even as he closed his eyes, listening to the steady beat of his Master's heart where his ear rested against his strong chest. He felt so strange….he was Sammy, he belonged to his Master and would do anything he wished, he wanted to please him. They were in Master's bed, in his rooms. Sammy opened his eyes again, looking out the window, eyes able to see despite the dark of night. It was a nice view of forest covered mountains…and snow. Snow was cold, would he feel it if he slept on the windowsill? But he never felt hot or cold…was he meant to? "Master?"

"Yes Sammy?" Harry pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Will the snow make me cold if I sleep outside?"

Harry blinked at the question and then smiled. "No Sammy, you won't feel it," he promised. Sammy had never shown any awareness of concepts like outside before or something as simple as being cold. The potion had worked.

"'Kay," he mumbled, head lolling, and he felt his Master gently support it. "Tir…ed…"

Harry looked up and realised sunrise was approaching. He stood and carried Sammy to the window, opening it. He looked back into the room. "Dean, come," he commanded, and Dean's head rose, eyes focusing before he moved to join them, able to feel the coming dawn. He moved to his spot even as Harry gently set Sammy down, making sure to support him until the stone sleep took him, freeing him into place. Harry went to get some sleep for a bit but when he got up, he went to let Daphne and Hermione know that the potion appeared to have worked.

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Sammy woke, blinking as the stone fell from his body. He stared out at the mountains in awe, just enjoying the view.

"Sammy," a gravelly voice called.

Sammy turned his head to see Dean, also awake and there was a niggling sense of familiarity at the back of his mind… of course, he belonged to Master too. He moved closer to Dean and nuzzled at him and Dean nuzzled back. He made Sammy feel safe, not quite as much as Master, but no one felt like Master. The window opened and Master called them inside.

Sammy rubbed against his leg, feeling utterly content and then his Master moved a hand to gently pet his hair.

"Sleep well Sammy?"

"Yes Master," he practically purred and Master chuckled.

"Look at Dean," Harry told him, and Sammy lifted his head to look at Dean who was kneeling beside Harry's other side. "What do you feel?"

Sammy tilted his head to the side, staring at Dean. "Safe, not as safe as Master. Warm."

Harry nodded, it seemed his episodic memory was gone, or at least not consciously accessible, but his semantic memory seemed to be returning. "That's good Sammy," he praised. He took them down to Hermione and Blaise's potions lab. "Sammy stay here, you will answer any question asked and do what they ask you until I return."

"Yes Master," Sammy answered immediately, eager to please his Master.

"Good boy," Harry praised before leaving with Dean.

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Dean leant against Harry's leg as the wizard went over plans with Neville, Seamus, and Dean Thomas. It had been decided, they were going after Bobby Singer first. Dean didn't show any reaction to the name of the man he once considered an Uncle. His mind was focused solely on the pleasure of the hand that was absently playing with his white curls. The only beings he ever registered where Master and Sammy. They both gave him pleasure and that was all his simple mind wanted since his survival needs were always met. There were vague, shadowy memories sometimes, but he couldn't understand them and didn't care.

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Bobby forced himself out of bed and downstairs to his books. He knew something was going on, something supernatural but it was difficult to care. Something told him it didn't matter, made him want to stay away from his weapons and it was hard to ignore it. a knock sounded on his door and he got up to answer it, reaching for his shotgun before his hand dropped to his side and he went to open the door, unarmed. Two men stood there and in the back of his mind a voice screamed to get a weapon, but it was too late as manacles clamped around his wrists. He tried to struggle against both them and the urge to surrender but then his mind went blank, every thought and worry in his head were wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. He stood in the doorway feeling immeasurably relaxed, only dimly aware of the men watching him. His arms were grabbed and then they vanished even as house elves appeared to pack up everything in the house for Daphne's division to look at.

TBC…

what percentage potion should Bobby get? Should I put him or John with Ellen?