Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, I am just playing in her world
Firsts
Having got the ward spell down and the wards placed where they wanted them. They had gone out to muggle London for lunch. Luna had enjoyed the novelty of pizza, something she hadn't eaten before. Heather had played with the food on her plate. She put on a fake smile when questioned and responded with the typical response of 'I'm fine' that she knew would be challenged by her loves tonight.
She found that embracing the cat aspects of her psyche within allowed her to not worry as much. Unfortunately in muggle London she couldn't drop her glamour and completely let the fur-ball inside have full reign and the cat was currently more interested in playing with its food. Well that and batting the tassels on the restaurant table's lampshade. Where she was beating Hermione, but losing by a landslide to Luna. The ad hoc game they had invented without need to discuss how to play amongst each other. The kids in the table next to them had started swinging at their own lampshade tassels and the children's parents were glaring angrily at the three older girls that were setting such a despicable example.
Upon return home and with the choice of an extravagant dinner to lose her mind in preparing taken away with the vote for a quick and easy salad for dinner winning, Heather returned to research hoping her girlfriends and parents found something. She had actually lost the right to vote on the evening meal when she agreed she just wanted to cook it, not eat it. So they had spent the afternoon researching methods to destroy horcrux and from Heather's perspective not getting very far.
They kept returning to the elephant in the room namely Heather's forced marriage. Finally, after dinner Heather stopped trying to read the book in front of her. She hadn't read a page all afternoon because of the worry eating at her. She had been blasé earlier because she didn't think magic could really force that on someone. When that was coupled with the belief that Hermione or Luna could solve anything between the two of them. Heather had been in a world of denial.
Unfortunately, reality was intruding on her vacation. The glorious escape form Harry Potter's life was showing signs that the grass might not be always greener. Within a couple of days as Heather Black, she was obtaining issues she had never dreamed of. Perhaps she was putting too much faith in her girlfriends' intelligence and problem solving capabilities. She was so lucky that her girlfriends were exceptionally smart. However, maybe this was beyond their ability to solve.
"Luna can magic really force me to sleep with a wizard?"
"Even though it can, Hermione and I have worked a couple of ways out. We have actually had better results from looking into finding ways that enable you to not have to sleep with Neville than the research of discovering ways to destroy the horcrux. We wanted to share them with you later." Luna answered.
"I really need good news now, not later. So what have the two of you found?" Heather eagerly asked and actually looked the happiest she had in a while.
"Well Luna thinks that as you were instrumental in saving the dowager's life, you are owed a life debt that should negate the whole contract. Once they have taken the time to put it all together. We simply force the life debt to provide a contract, so no one else can place you under contract. The new contract will provide no coitus rights to Neville." Hermione informed her lover.
"That sounds good and if it doesn't work what is plan 'B'?" Heather inquired actually smiling again.
"Oh this one solves everything and was thought up by Hermione a bit ago. We were going to surprise you in bed tonight with the two ideas." Luna stated. "Do you want to explain the pièce de résistance that is simple and will prevent Neville getting any of our lovely Heather's booty even if the life debt route doesn't take for some reason?"
Hermione nodded. "In say six years when we are ready to start a family, either Luna or I, or some other witch if you no longer love us, will take polyjuice with a hair from Neville's head. They then glamour themselves to look like themselves and so you make love to your lover that looks like your lover and consummate the marriage with Neville without even sleeping with him.
"He makes love to Hannah. She is polyjuiced with a hair from Heather, and Hannah is also wearing a glamour to be herself once more. So Neville consummates the marriage to Heather while only making love to his wife looking like herself. If she gets pregnant while being in Heather's form with Heather's egg fertilized then the pregnancy will keep Hannah in the form of Heather during pregnancy. She can provide the Longbottom son that the dowager is demanding of Heather. She will retain Hannah's body once more after finishing nursing the baby. Hannah can always glamour herself to look like herself too during this period.
"So the dowager would not get a single thing she wanted. However, will also never know she was tricked. All of Neville's children would be provided to him from his wife, Hannah. Though the genetics will be from you, well me, the act will be from the couple Neville and Hannah." Hermione explained.
"So no matter what I will only end up sleeping with the people I have fallen in love with?" Heather squealed.
"As long as it isn't a wizard other than Neville that you fall in love with we guarantee you can sleep only with the people you love. You will be able to sleep with the one or ones you love, when you want to sleep with them. Unfortunately until the fidelity clause of three daughters or one son is satisfied via Hannah standing in as you with her husband Neville, you will not be able to sleep with a different wizard if you fall for one, right away." Luna answered.
"I knew you two would get me out of this. I love you both so much." Heather grabbed both of her wonderful lovers in glee. "As if I will love anyone but you two! I am yours as long as you both keep me."
The descent to the floor and multi coloured balls of fluff rolling around their feet was amusing until the clothing started being shed. "You three might want to head to your room girls. Before anymore clothes come off." Mum calmly stated so happy at the solution found. After the whirlwind of coloured fluff left she sank into her husband, Dan's embrace. She was pounds lighter. A fit of uncontrollable giggling released, as her worries and concerns she had been hiding were gone. "Darling, do you want to take me to our room?"
Voldemort was furious he had given Rowle a simple plan while he spent the time to prepare the ritual to make another hocrux. Unfortunately Slytherin's athame did not become a horcrux. He had already split his soul as much as it could be and now only had three horcrux protecting his immortality. With his soul in four parts he was only happy that it didn't induce the pain and difficulty he had experienced after making the third horcrux, and prior to making the fourth that had stabilized him from the arithmetic unstable number four.
His next item to tick him off was he couldn't punish Rowle because Bellatrix had crucio'd him to death. For stopping her play time with the twin mudbloods. Where had the second mudblood come from? Was she a twin that had come to Hogwarts time-sharing the classes, to appear one student? Was that how she attended every elective and general class in her third year while pretending she had been awarded a time turner; a feat that hadn't been offered to him or any he knew of during his schooling.
No, it was high time he punished Severus. He wasn't in the best mood so he needed to be careful he didn't kill his potion master. In fact he needed to make a recruitment drive as he had lost too many death eaters. The returning seventh year class could be good cannon fodder. It was not like there was a school for them to attend.
"Severus you told me that the Order would not change from Dumbledore's plan. That Harry would be at Privet Drive until the evening before his seventeenth birthday. Yet not only is he not staying there currently, but he never returned to them at the end of the term.
"Next, you state that the lockdown wards on the Black townhouse must have been raised by Potter. That there was no one else more closely related than Potter, on Dumbledore's precious side. So upon my spy's information I request Narcissa to regain control that she will easily obtain if the information is valid. She returns having failed, broken.
"Information has been slowly trickling in from numerous seedy places, dives of ill refute. From the festering underbelly of the wizard society that has a pattern of similarity. A pattern, I add, that is not even hinted at from your information. So I am left to wonder are they all wrong in believing of a bastard child being taught by the Order in secret. Why my top spy that I handpicked to be closest to Dumbledore didn't even have a hint of this information. Didn't know the mudblood had an identical twin. Is the information that is trickling in wrong Severus?"
"My Lord, in the last meeting I probed everyone but Dumbledore, the beast and Mad Eye as they would notice, or in the beast's case can't be read. All the others were planning in following Dumbledore's plan. As they didn't, obviously Mad Eye must have quickly co-opted part of the Order at some point after the last meeting. I am positive he did this without Dumbledore's knowledge for I had the old fool's measure I am positive.
"That would mean that Sirius after the last meeting before his death a year ago must have found out he had a bastard and confided in only with Mad Eye and not the wolf. Or Mad Eye was suspicious and confirmed from Sirius again after the last Order meeting before the mutts death last year. This has to have happened in the week before his death, as after Azkaban the mutt's mind was a pathetic open book and he had no knowledge of a bastard. The reason I know it wasn't confided in the wolf, though I can't read the wolf, is because he spills everything to the shape-shifter who is easily read and there was no subterfuge. He couldn't have kept this from her for a year while grieving.
"This means that though the mutt's bastard is now interfacing with more member's of the order. They can only have previously been learning from Mad Eye. In addition at most there would only be a year of interaction between the bastard and Moody. Otherwise he would have to have confided in Sirius and I would have found out. So the rumors of the Order hiding from me, years of tutelage of this bastard are false. The most would be sporadic training when the bastard and Mad Eye could find somewhere as well as spare the time to meet. So the only training is for a year and from one wizard. A good one true, but if taught by only them the bastard will then have the same habits that can be exploited." Severus answered hoping to show his current use to cover up for his prior failings. His barriers were tightly held at highest control to ensure he didn't sweat or show weakness or fear. He couldn't let Voldemort see his own self doubt that Dumbledore had tricked him completely.
"How can you be sure that you had Dumbledore's measure? That he didn't share the secret thus meaning the bastard could have been trained by both of them full time at Headquarters?" Voldemort enquired.
"I can be sure because the lockdown wards did not activate earlier. Obviously, it was on the first entry to Grimmauld that caused the lockdown." Severus answered.
"What of the rumors that the mudblood was best friends with it?"
"False. I expect Moody placed the child on the train and they started their friendship on the journey down. The day prior to when I left Hogwarts I had the mudblood in a defense class. I sifted through the mudblood's thoughts she didn't have a secret friend. She also doesn't have an identical twin, she has no siblings. If I had to guess I would say the bastard Black was polyjuiced to look like the mudblood so no one knew the bastard was a girl or how old she is. They would think it was the mudblood, not a strange new unknown girl, if they saw her on the train."
"Severus, I am disappointed that you let a retired auror keep key information from you that cost me. I recommend that you don't remain incompetent in serving me. Crucio!" Voldemort kept him under the curse for a few seconds. He couldn't lose his potion master but he needed to be reminded that one shouldn't disappoint their dark lord.
"Severus fetch your godson, Draco, and his near squib mother. I can't have my potion maker having shaking hands. So know that they will take the brunt of the punishment you incur from me. If you value them, I recommend you don't disappoint me again."
Heather was enjoying her dream when a feeling of wrongness seeped into her consciousness. A cruel feeling of anticipation in giving out punishment heightened. Then she saw Malfoy who had let death eaters into Hogwarts on the night Dumbledore died and she was going to punish him for that and the wounds Greyback had caused Bill Weasley and Lavender Brown. He needed punishing because he couldn't punish his potion master. He needed those potions for his war effort.
He glanced at his two horcrux; yes he will keep them safe beside him now that they and the snake were all that was left to protect his immortality. He was furious that he couldn't make any more. He was furious with his death eaters failing him. He lifted his long arm slowly callously, enjoying the growing fear in the eyes of the victim cowering before him.
His yew wand flicked and he rolled the word, "Crucio," with nonchalant indifference. He languished as Malfoy collapsed to the floor in pain. He no, she wanted Malfoy to suffer. Malfoy complete with his smug attitude of rubbing in the loss of her godfather, of how he taunted her friends, reveled in their misfortune. He needed to suffer. Yes, let him scream to his daddy for help. He should hurt, but well this? This was sick, wrong…
Suddenly Heather realized where she was. She must get back she mustn't let…
"Potter!" The dark lord screamed dropping the curse he'd been holding on Malfoy. He was going to find out where Potter was hiding and anything else he could. He raced after the retreating nuisance.
Luna and Hermione awoke to screaming and saw Heather bolt upright in bed the curse scar angry once more and bleeding. But worse her eyes were red, visible in the dark bedroom, and she was snarling and looking at them with a look of undiluted evil.
Luna was momentarily frozen. She was a little girl unable to do anything as her mother was dying before her. No this was one of her girlfriends being possessed by something evil, and she wouldn't be useless again. She would fight to protect her loves. "Heather we need you here now!" Luna yelled grabbing a hold of her girlfriend and forcing a kiss on her.
Hermione realizing what Luna was doing joined in. "Heather we love you. You must help us. Love us; be with us; fight for us!" She to, tightly clung and when Luna broke from her kiss, she dived in capturing Heather's lips in her own. She willed Heather to know how much she needed her best friend, her girlfriend and one of her lovers. She recalled that the night in the ministry Heather had said that Harry used love to fight back the possession from Voldemort. He had used the feelings for his friends and memories of his family when the sick bastard had tried to get Dumbledore to kill his own student.
Heather heard her best friends, her loving girlfriends and was aware of a dam holding back magic that just wanted to be released. It begged to be used. She would not let Voldemort hurt them. She would not hurt any more. He mustn't see her girlfriend's. She had to get rid of him before he saw them through her eyes. She accepted the magic and she clung to Luna and Hermione biting back on the pain as she allowed the dam to be breached. She allowed the power to crash upon the evil.
The Black wards were angry. There was an enemy within their safety. A leach clinging and draining the very power of the one they had arisen to protect. With ferocious swift abandon they fell upon it, harried it and tore it from their charge. Destroying it utterly, and following the linkage as it was collapsing to the mind that had been behind the attack. There they unleashed themselves as furies upon the abomination until the path no longer existed. With the bridge between the two minds gone as if it had never been there, the magic of the wards had no path to follow and could no longer continue to attack. Like a wave bereft the ocean behind it, the wave crashed one last time on the invader and sunk back to find the lost ocean once more.
Bellatrix sprang forward. Her Lord had been punishing her nephew. Suddenly he stopped and yelled 'Potter' and then a few moments later he collapsed screaming, seeing her Lord in agony lit her anger. "Get out!" she yelled to the death eaters present. They mustn't see the Dark Lord, her wonderful Master like this.
Then Bellatrix turned to her younger sister, "take Draco out of here! Tell Severus I need his assistance." She then provided aid to her Master. She would protect him, get him fully healed and then she would make Potter suffer for daring to attack her Lord. She lovingly caressed his pallid face worried about the cloying over hot dampness to the skin's touch. What had Potter done?
Dan and Emma Granger flew into the master suite on the fourth floor, turning on the light in time to see a black misty face screaming in front of Heather. Hermione and Luna were clinging tightly to either side of Heather kissing and declaring their love for her. The mist was torn to shreds by a power that suddenly swallowed the whole room. They felt judged and thankfully accepted by a force of nature. Beside the bed the three girls were stubbornly clutching to each other on, was Kreacher looking nervously at his Mistress unsure what he could do to help. The room was crowded with several other distressed house elves that the Doctors were as yet not so sure, on who were who.
With the mist gone the feelings of evil and being overwhelmed subsided. Aside the bleeding from Heather's scar everything now in the room was back from its trip from normal. Thankfully the Grangers recalled being told a day earlier by their angry daughter that this bleeding of the scar occurred when Voldemort terrorized their youngest daughter's dreams. If anything what they witnessed was beyond a night terror, as with magic it was not just an imagined attack but a real one that if recalled another night would then be a night terror. All three girls were reassuring each other that they and the others were okay.
Hermione quickly nipped the apology that Heather had been about to deliver and forcefully let her know that she better not say she is sorry, seen as she hadn't done anything wrong.
Luna cast an episkey spell and the scar was completely gone. Heather felt like a huge weight had left her. She could think clearer and the vile nightmare receded leaving her to revel in just the warm thoughts of love from her family that displaced all of the tortured nightmare terrors from conscious thought. Never before had the evil thoughts so quickly vanished. She clung to her lovers that were her strength.
"Let's have cocoa in the kitchen girl's." Mrs. Granger said. Then remembering she needed to have magic to cook in this house and both knowing not to let Hermione near an oven, while unsure if Luna could make it, asked, "Kreacher, could you make hot cocoa for everyone please?"
"Yes, Mistress Black's mother," and Kreacher popped out.
"Well girls lets have you up." Then noticing that Luna was actually sleeping, as she had stated yesterday she did, in the nude, added. "Pop some dressing-gowns on too." Thankfully the fur was some covering.
Dan also noticing quickly left to catch up with the house elves that had all left.
Hermione felt something sticky as she pushed up off the bed, and was about to rub her hand absently, but the noticing was sufficient to make her look. Her hand was bleeding. No there was blood in the middle of the bed. Quickly scanning herself and her loves to find the wound she saw Heather's panties.
"Mum, Luna head downstairs. Heather and I will join you in a moment." Hermione informed them. Thankfully both quickly understood. Once they were alone she smiled at Heather, "Come on let's get to the bathroom and we'll get you cleaned up. Oh and now you find out why we made you buy. Now how did you describe them again? Yes, that's it, 'the ugly grandma pants'."
"I don't want to show my inexperience here, but I thought I would have at least a month 'till I had to worry about this Hermione." Heather stated as she was getting dressed having cleaned herself with Hermione's direction.
"The hair came from me Heather, so you were formed at the same point of the cycle as I was in mine. Which should be a few days away, but they can shift a bit and I think what you just went through tonight with you-know-who trying to posses you and all. Well, you can thank him for your first monthly visitor." Hermione grinned wickedly at her.
"Hermione, that is not funny at all."
"I think it is. I might just share it with Luna and mum."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"What are you willing to do to stop me?"
"You're still interested in me when I'm wearing the ugly grandma pants?"
"Heather, I am hurt that you even had to ask."
A/N I owe a lot of thanks on this to my reviewers and PM's of concern from Coolsietes, MilandaAnza, Archimand, James Petross, Cellester, GinnyLover14 and others - having moved the polyjuice solution from the last chapter to here ('rumors that I did it as I felt my life expectancy shrinking are damn straight') It makes the rest of the story flow better and I think my taunting threat would have if I kept at it, unlike me, got old. So you can put your pitchforks away now - Heather was never going to be forced. Also thanks to MilandaAnza who responded to my three reasons why Heather is not freaking out enough to the situation by informing me that perhaps I should write it into the story and clue everyone else to my thought process. Apparently you lot aren't mind readers that are a bit noisy when you poke around in my head. Those are voices thanks to my insanity not you lot. Er, that is a good thing, yes? -waves- Trengilly
