Harry Potter: Soul Bond and Marriage Contracts

Chapter Three: Coven Growth

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In the graveyard of Little Hangleton, the freshly resurrected Dark Lord frowned as he considered how much Harry Potter, now Lord Peverell, had completely sidestepped his plans. Of course he'd had contingencies, and contingencies on top of contingencies – he was a Slytherin, after all! But it was the principle of being so cleverly out-maneuved by a fourteen year old wizard, one he'd spectacularly failed to kill as an infant at that, that really rankled him. He considered the prophecy – the true prophecy, not the butchering from that fraud of a Divination teacher.

"The One with the Power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. A coven shall this one form, for the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal and he will have a power that the Dark Lord covets. The Dark Lord and his equal, shall they be ally or foe? As foes, they shall bring much destruction with their battle. As allies, there is no limit to what they may achieve. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

There wasn't a day that had gone by since finding the true prophecy that the Dark Lord didn't curse his impetuousness in going after the child with such limited information as a small portion of a mangled prophecy. He sighed, preparing to bite the bullet, and summoned a blood quill and parchment. A little known fact of blood quills, was one couldn't lie while writing with one.

'Dear Lord Peverell,' he began writing.

'I am the one known as the Dark Lord Voldemort (and oh, does it ever amuse me that the sheep shudder at the very mention of my made-up name). I will not apologize for killing your father, as he and I were on opposite sides of a war. Similarly, I will not apologize for killing your mother, as she stood by your father in taking up arms against me on three separate occasions.

'I will, however, apologize for trying to kill you as a child. I was acting on a second hand account of a partial portion of a mangled prophecy. As a peace offering, I will repeat the offer I gave you when speaking from the back of Quirrel's head: I can bring your parents back. Yes, I was being truthful, as I have delved into the blackest arts of magic imaginable. True Necromancy is hardly beyond my capabilities.

'It is impossible to lie while writing with a blood quill, so I hope you will take my offer seriously. It is more than I would do for just about any potential ally, but the prophecy is clear that to be your foe would bring disaster. To be your ally, or perhaps even friend, however… the potential is limitless.

'Yours sincerely,

'Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Lord Voldemort'

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Harry frowned as he began reading the letter that a gorgeous black owl had delivered before taking the offered piece of bacon from his hands. His frown turned into a hopeful smile as he read the second paragraph. Upon reading the third paragraph, his smile became a full on grin. He then passed the letter to Ginny, who read it before passing it to Daphne, who read it before passing it to Susan, and so on. Fleur, Hermione, and Luna each had smiles on their faces when Luna handed the letter back to Harry.

Daphne, however, had a serious look on her face as she withdrew some parchment from her bag and a familiar quill. She handed them to Harry, and began whispering in his ear, telling him what to write.

Harry nodded, and began writing. 'Dear Lord Riddle,

'I thank you for your candor, and your apology. Your offer has me intrigued. To most, the ability to truly raise the dead is considered to be more in the realm of miracles than magic. Even Albus Dumbledore, one of the most knowledgeable wizards in Britain, considers reversing death to be beyond the capabilities of magic. Not that I think he has ever looked all that far into the depths of black magic.

'If you wish to discuss more, I will make a reservation for eight at Madam Rosier's next Hogsmeade weekend.

'Yours Sincerely,

'Harry James Potter, Lord Peverell'

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Tom Riddle smiled congenially as he greeted the Peverell Coven. "I have long been intrigued by the potential of coven magic," he admitted as they sat down. "Finding one witch with the potential to bond with me was difficult enough, however. Speaking of which, one of my conditions for delving into true Necromancy will be that you assist in freeing my bonded from Azkaban prison."

"Who is your bonded?" asked Harry, intrigued at the idea of testing his coven's magic against the wards of the infamous prison.

"Bellatrix Black, known to the public as Bellatrix Lestrange," replied Tom.

"Glad to know that a witch has to be certifiably insane to bond with you, Tom," quipped Harry. "On a more serious note, if we are planning a break out, we will be freeing everyone that I find to have been unjustly placed there by the Ministry."

"That will be fine," said Tom. "Who knows? Perhaps I will find more witches insane enough to bond with me," the Dark Lord joked.

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Samantha Rookwood had languished in Azkaban for the better part of a decade, having been sentenced at the age of fifteen for having potential knowledge of classified information from her father's work in the Department of Mysteries. As Augustus had personally trained his daughter in the mind arts, it had been considered too much of a risk to simply obliviate her. She was in the maximum security wing, but with virtually no dementor presence to speak of, and her cell was relatively comfortable. At least she had these small mercies to be thankful for.

The door to her cell opened, and in walked a teenage wizard who needed no introduction. "What brings you to my cell, Mr. Potter?"

"I have a few questions for you," said Harry, withdrawing a small vial from his robe pocket. "Will you take Veritaserum?" Samantha simply nodded, opening her mouth. The young wizard poured three drops onto her tongue. "Name?"

"Samantha Anne Rookwood?"

"Date of birth?"

"September 22, 1968."

"Are you a Death Eater?"

"No."

"Is anyone in your immediate family a Death Eater?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"My father, Augustus Rookwood."

"Why is it that you were sentenced to Azkaban?"

"My father worked for the Department of Mysteries prior to his arrest. Something he said during his interrogation must have made them think that he shared classified information with me, his daughter. As he admitted to having taught me the mind arts personally, Obliviaton was considered too much of a risk."

Harry gave her the antidote. "If I get you out of here, will you swear fealty to House Peverell?" He showed her his ring, with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows engraved in its stone.

"I'll be your bloody concubine if it gets me out of here!" Samantha exclaimed. Despite the security and relative comfort of her cell, she craved freedom.

Harry leaned forward. "Are you sure?" Samantha nodded. A moment later, Harry was kissing her. A pale blue flash of magic enveloped them.

The offer to be the young wizard's concubine had been an act of desperation on Samantha's part, as blood rituals like the one required for a fealty oath had always grossed her out completely. The feeling as Harry entered her, taking her virginity, did nothing to make her regret this course of action.

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As Harry bonded with Samantha Rookwood, Tom blasted his way into the cell where Bellatrix, his bonded, languished alongside the Lestrange brothers. "Bella," he breathed, his heart breaking at the wretched sight of the once beautiful Bellatrix Black. His anger stoked, he rounded on the Lestrange brothers. "I ordered you both to protect her. At the cost of your own lives, if necessary!"

"They have been, Tom," said Bellatrix softly. "at the cost of their own magic and sanity. One of them always casts a wandless Patronus to stand guard over me when the Dementors are near. They themselves remain undefended."

"My Lord," said Rodolphus Lestrange with a bow. "You have returned for us."

"I've come for Bella," Tom refuted. "Only for Bella. My ally, Lord Peverell, will decide who else he plans for us to free from this accursed place."

"Your Lord is correct," said Harry, stepping into the cell with a witch on his arm. "Meet Samantha Rookwood, the newest concubine of House Peverell. I task you, Lord Riddle, with freeing her father."

"As you wish, Lord Peverell," replied Tom before holding his arm out to Bellatrix, who took it. As Tom left the cell with his bonded on his arm, he overheard the beginning of Harry's conversation with the Lestrange brothers.

"As you have both been assigned to guard Lord Riddle's bonded, I will free you on the condition that you swear fealty to House Peverell," said the Peverell Lord.

Now confident that his newest ally had everything well in hand, Tom made his way to the cell of his former spy in the Department of Mysteries. "Rookwood," greeted Tom.

"My Lord," greeted Augustus with a bow. "You have returned, as you said you would."

Wordlessly, Tom blasted the door of Rookwood's cell open and motioned for the man to follow him.

Later, Tom met back up with Harry in the Heart Chamber of Azkaban prison. Each member of the Peverell coven was present, plus a few new faces which included Samantha Rookwood, Rose Evans, Jasmine Flint, and Vanessa Dagworth. "Tom, if both Bella and yourself participate in this ritual to both expand the Peverell Coven and claim Azkaban, it will make both of you members of the Peverell coven."

Tom nodded his acceptance. Fleur and Daphne began drawing the runes for the ritual. Once they were finished, coven magic filled the air and the ritual began.

This resulted in the Peverell Coven growing from seven to thirteen members, and Azkaban prison becoming their property.

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After getting their newest members, and the other Azkaban escapees, settled into the estate, the Peverell Coven returned to Hogwarts. "Are we doing the right thing?" asked Harry at dinner. "I know it was selfish of me to accept Tom's offer so quickly."

"It was selfish," agreed Daphne. "Glad to see you embrace your Slytherin side, my Lord Slytherin."

"And your Gryffindor side," added Susan. "Slytherins wait and plan, Gryffindors charge right in."

"If anyone deserves to be selfish, it's you Harry," said Hermione, the others nodding in agreement.

After dinner, Harry was called to the Headmaster's office. "I see you've been busy, Harry. How is Tom?"

Harry shook his head wryly. Albus Dumbledore just seemed to know everything. "He and Bella are settling in well. I think the coven magic agrees with him, as does being reunited with his bonded."

Albus' eyes twinkled. "The wonders of love," the old wizard sighed wistfully.

"Love is incredible," agreed Harry. "I should know."

"Lemon drop?" offered Albus, holding out a piece of yellow hard candy, which Harry took and popped in his mouth.

"Thank you," said Harry. "Now, what have you called me here for?"

Albus smiled. "My boy, in my possession is the fabled Wand of Destiny, otherwise known as the Deathstick, or the Elder Wand. Ages ago, it was either gifted to, or created by, the Peverell family. To change hands, it must be won. I hereby challenge you, Lord Peverell, to a friendly duel. It will be held in the Dueling Arena of Hogwarts, which was constructed by the Hufflepuff Coven. I wish you the best of luck in reclaiming the last of your three most powerful heirlooms."

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"Dodge!" said Tom before hurling a stinging hex at Harry, who sidestepped the hex before returning fire with a bone-breaker, which Tom lazily swatted away with his wand. "Dodge! Avada Kedavra!" This time, it was the pale green light of an underpowered killing curse that hurtled towards the young Lord – not powerful enough to be lethal, but extremely unpleasant to be hit by nonetheless. Harry would know, he'd failed to sidestep three of them so far. This time, instead of dodging, which he thought might be futile given the relative speed of curses compared to hexes, Harry conjured a slab of marble to intercept the curse. "I said dodge! We will practice interception and deflection later!" Tom took a deep breath. "Look, you will need to be able to dodge a full-powered curse for it to be safe to perform the ritual to enhance your speed and reflexes. Otherwise, you might permanently damage your body. Avada Kedavra!"

This time, Harry tried imagining that the green light was a bludger headed straight for his head in the middle of a Quidditch match. He dashed to the side, and there was a crunching sound as the underpowered curse impacted the wall behind him. Tom smirked before casting a few more in quick succession, which Harry dodged flawlessly.

"Okay, time for full powered curses," said Tom. "Diffindo Maxima!" Harry dodged the maximized cutting curse before returning fire with his own, which Tom again lazily swatted away like an annoying fly. "Sectumsempra!" This curse was faster, and even Harry's quidditch reflexes barely got him out of the way in time. "Percutio! Reducto! Expulso! Avada Kedavra!"

Harry dodged the first three, making sure that the direction of his dodges were as random as possible, and his eyes widened as the full-powered killing curse rushed toward him. He dropped to the floor and rolled to the side. "Fiendfyre," he whispered. Roaring flames shaped as a flock of phoenixes rushed towards the Dark Lord, whose eyes widened.

"Stop the curse," demanded Tom.

Harry rolled his eyes, knowing that Tom easily had enough power to counter Fiendfyre. "Do it yourself, Tom."

"No seriously, stop the curse," repeated Tom. "As a wizard with a black-aligned core, I am weak to the phoenix form of Fiendfyre."

"You know as well as I do that there's no bloody way you haven't found a way around such a weakness," scoffed Harry.

"Yes, but the only way I've found is to fight fyre with fyre," explained Tom. "Two diametrically opposed versions of Fiendfyre clashing would not be a good thing for the area in which they clash. If you don't want us to damage our home, you will stop the bloody damn curse!"

"Might be a good way to test the wards," mused Harry, "but now is not the time." Channeling his intent, Harry ended the curse with a flick of his wand.

After a few more hours of practice, Harry and Tom made their way to the ritual chamber of House Peverell, greeting the rest of the coven that were in there waiting for them.

For the first time, the Peverell Coven prepared to perform a less than savory ritual – the first of a set that required blood sacrifice. A ninety year old squib named Riley, who was dying of stage four lymphoma, had responded to the discreetly placed advertisement in the Quibbler and had offered herself to be the sacrifice.

Harry's heart hurt as he beheld Riley, who was standing sky clad in the center of the circle, her head held high as she awaited a more merciful demise than the one fate had given her. The magic in Riley was enough that she still looked relatively young, and she was stunningly gorgeous. Looking her in the eye, Harry came to a decision. Shedding his robes, he stepped forward and kissed her, a pure white flash of magic enveloping them. She moaned into his mouth as he entered her, taking her long-held virginity. The pure white glow of magic surrounded them as he made love to the beautiful woman who was giving up what remained of her life for him.

"Oh Harry," she breathed. "I dared not dream that you would take such pity on a dying old maid like myself."

"Who said that you were old?" asked Harry. "If I am successful, you will live at least another century."

"What about the ritual?" asked Riley.

"Rituals can be altered," replied Harry. "The fact that I have deflowered you inside the ritual circle makes the alteration all the more likely to work."

Tom shook his head. "Rituals may be altered, but the sacrifice is still necessary. Thanks to the blood of Riley's deflowering, however, the sacrifice no longer needs to be human." He turned to Bella. "Reveal the trespasser."

Bella nodded before waving her wand, canceling the spell that concealed a female centaur bound in the corner of the chamber. With frightened eyes, she looked towards Harry, who had just finished inside Riley and was now looking at her. "Please don't hurt me," she whimpered. "I was expelled from my herd. I had nowhere else to go!" Bella scoffed before levitating the bound centaur into the circle.

Harry, taking pity on the centaur girl, made his way behind and entered her. He felt relief when he met resistance, and plowed forward, deflowering the girl.

"I knew this would happen," said Tom before smirking as he cancelled his own disillusionment charm over a bound muggle girl. "This muggle somehow found the estate. The wards will prevent modifying her memory, so using her in the ritual is our only option." He levitated her to the center of the circle as Harry finished inside the centaur.

Harry looked at the frightened girl with a smile that he hoped was comforting. "Welcome to House Peverell. If you've been watching the ritual, you know what happens now."

"Yes. You are going to defile or kill me," said the girl. "I am Sarah, by the way." Harry leaned forward and kissed the girl, a pure white flash of magic enveloping them. She moaned into his mouth as he entered her. "Thank you for not killing me," she said after they both finished.

"You're not mad that I took your purity?" asked Harry.

"Fuck that sexist shit about girls needing to remain pure," said Sarah. "My parents would have a conniption, though. Especially my mum. She is so bloody proud of saving herself for her marriage bed."

Harry chuckled. "Once we complete the bond, we will be as good as married in the eyes of magic."

"Hold that thought," said Tom before canceling his remaining disillusionment charm, revealing a bound sallow wizard who he levitated to the center of the circle. "Meet Barty Crouch Jr. He has killed and tortured countless men and women for what he considered to be my cause. He will be the final sacrifice."

Harry nodded, summoning the ritual dagger which he promptly used to carve runes in the bound wizard's flesh before slitting the man's throat. Barry's last words as he choked to death on his own blood were, "Why, Master?"

To finish the ritual, Harry completed the bonds with Riley the squib, Hannah the centaur, and Sarah the muggle, with each of them becoming members of the Peverell Coven.

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Several rituals and countless hours of practice later, Harry stood across from Albus Dumbledore in the Hufflepuff Dueling Arena. The two wizards bowed before standing off. "Sopio," Harry cast, the purple light of the sleep curse leaving his wand to be batted away by his opponent.

"Stupify," incanted Dumbledore, Harry dodging the red beam of light before returning fire. The two wizards then began exchanging chain after chain of spells. Harry used curses, of increasing lethality, that had short to nonexistent incantations and simple wand movements that flowed into each other. Albus, on the other hand, alternated between defensive spells, charms, and transfiguration with practiced ease.

Almost out of breath after exchanging countless volleys of spells with the aged wizard, Harry knew it was time for the big guns. "Felfyre," he cast the strongest variation of the infamous Fiendfyre spell. A veritable flick of phoenixes comprised of infernal flames manifested and began swarming the headmaster. It was all Albus could do to hold back the flames, and Harry easily disarmed him before canceling the curse.

"Ladies and Gentlewizards, let's hear it for Harry Potter!" exclaimed Albus.

As he held the Elder Wand amidst the cheers from the audience, a glow of pure magic errupted from the wand. Harry immediately felt his father's cloak on his shoulders and the stone in the Peverell family ring began glowing. In an instant, he vanished from the castle.

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Lady Death smiled as she beheld the form of her newest master as he knelt before her. "Rise, my new master."

Harry chuckled as he stood. These things could only happen to him. "If I am your master, kiss me."

Leaning forward, Lady Death did just that, moaning into the kiss as her master entered her. Pleasure enveloped the goddess as she surrendered to the age old bliss. Moments later, she screamed her climax as her master flooded her insides.

Pulling out, Harry smirked before moving lower and thrusting into the goddess' heavenly bum. "Is this your first time being buggered, Lady Death?"

She groaned. "Yes. Out of every witch and wizard of Peverell blood to claim my items, none have dared to attempt to bond me. I have taken my pleasure from each of them, but only on my own terms."

Harry smirked as he brought the personification of death to a second climax before flooding her rectum with his seed. He pulled out. "Suck," he ordered.

Lady Death sighed before taking her new master in her mouth, and moaned as he began eating her out. As they both climaxed for a third time, she felt Harry soften as he withdrew. The blinding glow of magic that surrounded them faded. "You have successfully bonded with me, Master."

"Does this come with any special perks?" asked Harry.

"You now share in my immortality, such as it is, as does anyone else bonded with you," replied Lady Death. "Your mortal bodies can still be damaged, or even destroyed, so don't be cocky."

Lady Death then lead her master through a portal which they stepped through, coming out through the Veil of Death in the Department of Mysteries. Harry called Dobby, who popped them to Hogwarts.

They appeared in the Headmasters office, and Albus greeted them with a smile. "Harry, I am glad to see you back. Lady Death, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"The pleasure is mine, Headmaster," replied Death. "If you wouldn't mind, enroll me as a transfer student under the name Selene Rosewood."

"It shall be done," replied Albus.

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Selene Rosewood was sorted into Slytherin, but joined the Peverell Coven in their quarters.

When the coven returned to their quarters, Luna surprised everyone by kneeling before Selene. "Lady Death, how may I serve you?"

Selene chuckled. "The Lovegoods have always been among my most fervent followers, rivaling the Peverells in their heyday. You, Luna Lovegood, are bonded as a concubine of my master. Continue serving him well, my follower."

Luna stood with a grin. "I was already going to do that, Selene, but thanks for the order."

The rest of the Peverell Coven present, by now used to the oddities of Luna Lovegood, simply rolled their eyes.

Selene fell asleep that night in the arms of her master, feeling a level of contentment that she'd previously considered impossible for her.

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