'Thoughts!'
§ 'Parseltongue!' §
Warning: Underage Lemon, Male Dom, and Fem Sub.
Chapter 9
Harry found himself standing in the middle of his hellish mindscape, his mind was a bit foggy at the moment and he couldn't think why he was here. He would normally come here when he was meditating, needed to think or when he was asleep and he came here to see his sister. It'd been like this since he'd discovered his mindscape. Needing to take a few moments to find out why he was here he walked up to his throne. He'd barely sat down before Lucy appeared and greeted him with a kiss, "Greetings Master."
He smiled in exasperation as he pulled back. He honestly preferred the title brother from Lucy, but she liked to change things up every once in awhile. "Hey Lucy." He greeted back, stroking her hair in preparation for the dipping he knew her head would be doing soon.
Sure enough she dropped to her knees with a happy grin and inhaled his flaccid cock, which didn't stay that way for long under her skilled ministrations.
As she was doing this Harry got back to work wondering how he got here. It actually took a moment to realize that he'd fallen asleep in his room at the Grangers. It was the first night back from Hogwarts for the Christmas Holidays and Harry was planning to finish his homework that night so he had the rest of the Holidays free. He'd been working for hours and was almost finished; he must have passed out at his desk.
Harry was glad that it was the Holidays and he could get away from Hogwarts for a while. It hurt him that he was growing to resent the place he had once thought of as his new home for a fresh start, but after the student body had found Mrs. Norris petrified - for that's what had happened to her, not death like they had thought at first - the sheep that they were, they eventually realized that Harry wasn't at the feast. This was clearly enough evidence to accuse him, because that's what they did, somehow his ability to use Parseltongue mutating via the gossip network and before long everyone 'knew' that those with the Parseltongue gift/curse could petrify people. This was ridiculous of course, but if he really had such an ability he decided, after how frustrating things got at times, he might have actually ended up using it. His fellow students were also completely overlooking that petrification magic was far more advanced than Harry, no matter how prodigious his magical abilities were, could hope to be capable of at his age.
Harry, at least at first, couldn't blame them for suspecting him. They were right, he wasn't at the feast, which was suspicious from their point of view, but that empathy was defenestrated when they began to demonize him.
Thankfully a good deal of the pressure was relieved when Nearly-Headless Ghost backed up his story about Harry and his friends being at his Death Party. Like good little sheep they moved onto the next most obvious target; Draco Malfoy. Malfoy's recent attitude wasn't doing him any favours, the boy was strutting far more than usual, spitting out racial slurs and being an all around unpleasant individual to anyone that wasn't Pureblood, and ones only loyal to the blood supremacists ideals as well. Despite this, the study group decided Malfoy was just taking credit for the attack non-directly. This was shockingly cunning of the mediocre boy, meaning it was either a rare stroke of brilliance, or the Malfoy Heir was actually developing into a Slytherin finally.
Hermione, like the rest of the school, wanted to learn about the Chamber of Secrets. Unfortunately for the bibliophile, she'd left her copy of Hogwarts: A History at home, and all the copies in the library were already checked out by others who had the same idea as her. So she went to the next best source; Professor Binns. At first the ghost teacher wasn't having any of it, but the entire class was so attentive that he began the discussion of the Chamber legend. To some, it lead to Harry being in the spotlight for the attack on Mrs. Norris again due to the Slytherin's beast being something only he could control. Tying into Parseltongue being his most infamous skill, and it wasn't a hard assumption to make the monster was a snake of some sort.
These suspicions only increased when Sophie Roper was found Petrified in the halls. This wouldn't have cantered attention on Harry, but the Ravenclaw girl two years ahead of him had been quite vocal in accusing him just a few days prior. This came as a surprise to Harry, since she was one of Luna's bullies and had barely been able to look at him for most of the year, but apparently herd mentality made her get over her fear enough to start hating him.
After these two events Harry assumed that as long as there were no more attacks, and he kept his head down, it would blow over in time; some other rumour taking its place.
He quickly learned how foolish assuming things in Hogwarts was. The incident during his first Quidditch match of the year only made things worse. The possessed Bludger had been annoying, but at least Gryffindor had won the game. The few hours in the Hospital Wing getting his broken forearm mended back together would have been well worth the win. Well it would have been a few hours, if Lockhart hadn't forced his way passed the crowd of students cheering for him and made the injury several times worse by Vanishing his bones, meaning he had to spent the entire night squirming in discomfort as the Skele-Gro did its job thoroughly stripped the 'worth it' feeling from the entire ordeal.
While he was in bed recovering Dobby, the bloody House-Elf appeared and informed Harry that he was the one tempered with the Bludger, so that it would hurt Harry so badly he would be sent home and away from Hogwarts. The bloody Elf had informed Harry that the Chamber had opened fifty years beforehand, and someone was killed. This, apparently, warranted enough of a possible threat to 'The Great Harry Potter sir' that Dobby felt it was a justified act to physically maim him via a possessed ball of solid iron wrapped in leather to get him to drop out of Hogwarts.
Needless to say, as aggravated as Harry was by then, Dumbledore and McGonagall barging into the Infirmary was the only thing that stopped him from discovering exactly what temperature House Elf flesh liquified at. It turned out the professors were carrying Colin Creevey, his unofficial head fanboy and photographer, who was petrified. The commotion made Dobby flee, annoying Harry further.
Despite having a very clear alibi that half the school had been witness to, because of his well known annoyance for the Colin boy, his fellow students thought he was behind this attack as well. It was an unpleasant surprise to come back to the Dorm after class the next day to find his House finishing off a House Meeting, which Harry found out was to vote if he should be thrown out of the Tower. They didn't have the authority to ban him from the House, but they could all band together so he wouldn't be able to stay there. After spending the night tossing and turning, getting only an hour or two of sleep Harry was in no mood for any of their bullshit and just wanted to get to sleep. That hadn't ended well for anyone involved.
9th of November:
Harry walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room, it had been a long day, he only had about two hours or so sleep and he had class that morning. What didn't help his mood was that people were whispering about him being behind the latest attack. All he wanted was to get some sleep so he would be able to deal with everything with a clear head.
And that was the plan; go to his room, lay down, go to bed, sleep until morning, and do his best to block out the rest of the world. Dinner could sod off for an evening. He entered the Common Room, his feet dragging as lack of sleep made his gait sluggish just in time to hear, "- So it's decided, by a majority vote, when he comes back we'll tell him he's not allowed in the tower anymore until the attacks stop."
Looking up he couldn't quite place the name of his fellow Gryffindor that had announced this, but he was a fifth year, judging by his height and age. "What's going on here?" Harry asked.
It was Ron who told Harry what was going on, "Voting you out of Gryffindor, Potter." Ronald hissed.
"What!?" Harry exclaimed in shock, "I haven't done anything!" He insisted.
"Oh you have Potter," Ron sneered, "not only have you befriended the slimy Slytherins, which is bad enough and most of us had enough of. But we all, apart for a few of us," Ronald added quickly as he saw Harry's closest friends giving him dark looks, "believe that you're behind the attacks somehow. It couldn't be a coincidence that Colin, who pesters you so much, and a girl who's been accusing you of being the Heir of Slytherin and bullying Loony both get petrified. The teachers might not be able to prove it, but we know it was you. So I suggested and everyone agreed that we should cast you out of Gryffindor." Ron explained smugly, parroting the words said during the meeting by other people.
"What!?" Harry snapped angrily, "You're throwing me out because two people who I don't get along with get petrified? Don't you think it's just as likely someone's trying to frame me for this. How can I be Heir of Slytherin when my two closest friends are Muggleborns, who by that logic I should be killing?"
"That's what we believed at first…" Ron admitted, to Harry's and his friends surprise. "But then we remembered that all the massage said was 'enemies of the Heir beware' though, it never said it was Muggleborns this time. It could just be people that the Heir didn't like, and so far the two people that've been attacked are both people you don't like, so it's easy to see you're the Heir!"
Harry admitted, if only mentally to himself, that their deductions were understandable, and raised a good point, but that still didn't give them the right to do this. He voiced these thoughts for the benefit of those who weren't mind readers, "I can see where you lot are coming from but it doesn't give you the right to throw me out. Do you think McGonagall would allow you to do this?"
"That's right, McGonagall wouldn't allow it, no, but that's why we voted on our own." Ron told Harry, "You see Potter there's an old rule on our side though; if a member of a House no long 'fits' into that House anymore for whatever reason, the House Members can cast them out. But that's only as long as a majority vote is given, but as long as we get that whoever that House decides on goes. Even though your friends voted for you to stay, we still got the majority vote." The ginger explained smugly.
"So there's nothing you can do about this Potter." A sixth year Prefect said before turning his attention towards Harry's friends. "Even your friends can't help you now. So beat it Potter, before we call upon the school magic to kick you out." It was an empty bluff, anyone that knew a bit about how the castle worked would know that, but the entire House being against one person was just as effective as the Hogwarts Wards being pointed inwards.
"Uh huh…" Harry said slowly, his sleep addled mind working things over. "And, you realize, if I really was the Heir I would probably start killing you all right now, right? Or let this go and start picking you off one at a time over the next few months so the rest of you are so terrified by the time I come for you you'll break down sobbing at the very sight of me?" He growled, not at all helping his case, but not able to help himself; he was too tired and pissed off to care.
The House of the Brave… cowered at the Harry's rage, every single one of the supposedly fearless people fidgeting at his words and presence, before the fifth year spoke again, his voice scratching, quiet and stuttering. "Just-just leave, Potter!"
Harry snorted at the so called House of the Brave, they really were cowards. Seeing that this was final, he headed for his dorm room to get his things. No one moved to stop him, and he was back down out the portrait entrance within thirty seconds, his trunk shrunken down and in his pocket.
Melody, Hermione and Harry's other Gryffindor friends were beyond angry as they followed Harry out of the Common Room, but Harry turned to them and softly said, "If you want to join me in exile that's fine, but you need to stay here for a little while longer so I can find somewhere for us to stay. I know it's hard being around those cowards right now, but it won't be for long."
Harry's friend's weren't too keen on the idea, but they accepted that they couldn't burn those bridges quite yet.
Or at least, that's what they said out loud as they parted ways. The Grangers, Weasley twins, and Chaser trio thought that their other friends within the House would see that Harry wasn't like the rumor mill made out to be. Colin may have been a pain in the neck, but Harry wouldn't petrify the kid, scare him maybe, if pushed far enough, but not petrify him. They began to rethink their friendship with the friends who didn't join in their study group.
Two hours later found Harry by himself in an old deserted living area for a Professor, There was a small room with a few beds in it where Harry could sleep until he found a larger area, so he decided to stay there for the time being.
The last Potter was beyond annoyed, thoroughly frustrated at the rapid fire blows against him as of late. As soon as he left the Gryffindor Tower he went straight to McGonagall to see if they could really get away with what they'd just done. Sadly, while she was quite upset with her House for what they'd done, there was nothing she could do. The rule Ron quoted was correct, and unless another vote was called he was no longer allowed inside the Gryffindor Tower, and any points he gained in class would be effectively worthless, since for all intents and purposes he was not in his own House that just so happened to share a class schedule with Gryffindor. McGonagall did manage to tell Harry an area where the old living area was for the Professors was, so he could have somewhere to sleep. She also appointed a House-Elf to help keep the area clean while he was using it. House Elves already kept the entire castle as clean as they could, but with how big the castle was all they had time to do was just general dusting for the more unused areas.
It didn't took long with the help of the House Elf to get the area back to perfect condition. He used the House-Elf to let his friends know where he was, but also not to come to him as he wasn't really in the mood to see anyone right away. Melody promptly ignored this and showed up with some of her homework.
Half an hour later they were in the bedroom when Harry collapsed onto the bed, sitting on the edge, but knew he was too worked up to sleep. He needed to relax a bit and he knew just how to, "Melody, come over here." He ordered absently. It really spoke of how often they had these encounters that he was so comfortable with ordering her to please him.
Melody was laying on her stomach, her knees under her in what looked like an uncomfortable position as she browsed through one of her Transfigurations book for the test they were having in a few days. "Not right now, Master." She replied distractedly.
It took several seconds for her words to sink in for Harry, which were spent blankly staring at her before he replied with a flat, annoyed, "What."
Melody didn't seem to react to his mood shift, her tone still as distracted as before. "I really need to study for this, I'll do it tomorrow, maybe."
The anger he'd been feeling had subsided while he was exploring the castle after finding this room, he found the exploration very relaxing. But yet another thing not going his way, and something that had always been his on demand, made it all come rushing back. Eyebrows angled and his eyes narrowed he growled lightly, "Bullshit, we both know you're smart enough to pass the test just as easily and me and Hermione did last year. I gave you an order, Apprentice. Now come over here and give me a blow job." He ordered her.
The youngest Granger hummed, like she wasn't paying him any attention. Her toes curled, drawing his attention before her back end began very slowly swaying a few inches from side to side.
Suddenly he realized what Melody was playing at, which caused him to recall Lucy's amused assessment of his friends sexual fantasies from one of his dreams. "A lot of girls want their first time to be really romantic, but some want to be held down and fucked. I think you're smart enough to tell which of your friends entertain which fantasies, brother."
Already stripped of his clothes Harry marched over to the girl a few feet away and, without a word, grabbed her panties from underneath her skirt and pulled them up sharply. Melody gave a yelp, her back end raising further and her knees widening. She made to turn around, but Harry grabbed the back of her head and pressed it into the bed. It would have been more fitting if he could have pushed her cheek into her book, but the book had been pushed forwards too far.
Lemon Begins: Skip if you're underage or not into this kind of thing!
Reversing his motion from before he yanked her panties down, his knuckles brushing against her rapidly wettening lips, which went a long way in easing Harry's unsurety of what he was doing. He knelt behind her, his knees gently but firmly on the back of hers before he leaned forward, his free hand covering the back of one of hers.
"Melody, I know what you're trying," Harry paused a moment, letting that sink in, "this will mean you're mine… forever." He said softly allowing himself to indulge his real desires. He never went far with Melody because, aside from his own hesitance about finally having sex, it was for her benefit. As things were now, they could part ways and she could be with someone else, if she wanted to in the future, but, if they crossed this final step… he knew he wouldn't let her go. He was selfish like that, a fact that he'd accepted about himself ages ago. "You'll never be able to be with another person unless I say so, from this moment on, you'll be mine to do with what I please, whenever, wherever, no matter what you want. We can stop now and stay as we are, and, if you want to find a boyfriend later on, you'll be able to, but if we continue you'll. Be. Mine."
Melody shivered, a pleasant tingle coursing up her body at the dark and dominant mood her Master was shifting into. There was no hesitation to be felt on her part; she wanted this more than she'd ever wanted anything. She may have been young, and most would goggle at him forcing such a decision on her already, but Melody had known exactly what she wanted and where she wanted this relationship to go, so she pressed her backside against his crotch and submissively said, "Master, from the beginning when I started all this I decided I would never want anyone else but you. I don't care what anybody thinks about it, as long I'm with you. So take what's been yours for months now, Master." Melody thought the last sentence, knowing that demanding anything from her Master was not what he wanted, her last act of freedom was the thought that she had finally told her Master her true feelings.
That was all Harry wanted to hear, however, he wasn't just about to give her what she wanted straight away. If this was going to work he'd need to demonstrate what he meant, "Transform." He ordered.
Melody smiled at how commanding her Master was being and complied. Her body shifted, growing fur and filling out a little bit, her tail feeling slightly awkward until her Master grabbed it like he always did. She closed her eyes, content to wait until his cock was properly lined up with her pussy, only to feel his fingers inserted into her instead.
"Until I say otherwise, I don't want you to cum." Harry commanded with an eager smile, not able to contain his excitement as the rush of finally going as far as he desired washed away his last remaining doubts.
"Master!" Melody whined in response, only to moan as he tugged her tail hard, pulling her back onto his fingers.
"This is your punishment for disobeying me earlier." Harry announced before he began to slowly play with her pussy fingering and playing with her tail as well, enjoying the feel of the soft fur and twitching muscle beneath that gave away her excitement. Melody involuntarily moaned in pleasure at what her Master was doing, despite the urge to beg for his cock, she mewled under his ministrations in hopes that her punishment might be lessened and she could get what her Master wanted to give her.
Before long, Harry ordered, "Get onto your back!" And, not wanting to anger him, well not right now anyway, Melody did as she was told. Once she was in position, Harry began to lick and bite her breasts, all the while fingering her pussy roughly.
Over the next half an hour Harry continued this pattern, teasing Melody within a hair's breadth of her orgasm, but always stopped before she was pushed over the edge. Either Harry would stop at the last moment, or Melody was forced to stop herself before it happened. The problem, for Melody, was that it was getting painful, "P-Please M-Master allow me to c-cum, please!" Melody begged, she really needed to cum but her Master wouldn't allow it.
"No my Apprentice, you haven't earned it yet." Harry said with a smirk, "Now open your mouth!"
As her Master ordered her, she opened her mouth and before she could get a breath for what she knew was to come, her Master's cock was in her mouth as he fucked it roughly. Instead of following her body's instinctive response to obtain air no matter what she had to do to get it, she was instead growing even more turned on and wet at how roughly her Master was using her. Up until now she'd seen shades of this, whenever he grew angered about something, but it hadn't really reached the level she'd craved. Her gushing pussy was evidence of just how much she enjoyed the treatment at last.
Before long her Master pulled his cock out of her mouth, fisting it a half dozen times before he groaned and unloaded on her breasts. Voice still husky and slightly strained from the recent rush of endorphins he instantly gave the order, "Rub it in."
Melody had already moved to do just that, since it wasn't an uncommon order from her Master. Truthfully she preferred swallowing his cum, finding she both enjoyed the taste and it was quite filling, but it did always make her fur so shiny and soft so it wasn't any sort of loss. With practiced ease the budding electric elemental massaged her breasts, wetting her fur with his thick seed, moaning happily with every exceptionally pleasurable spot she hit.
Seeing her completely lost in her given task Harry laid a hand on her head, petting her hair like he would an obedient puppy. "Do you like that, do you like being used as a slut."
"Oh yes Master I do." Melody replied submissively.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Harry asked her with a smirk as an idea formed. Melody could only nod her head, giddy at the prospect of finally getting what she wanted after all this time. "Then hold your legs apart and don't move until I say so, understood?"
Instead of answering she pulled her legs apart widely, just as he'd ordered. Harry smirked at how submissive his little slut was being. Without another word he placed his cock at her entrance, rubbing the tip up and down the petite, untouched slit, teasing her mercilessly. He would push slightly, watching her closely as she took a deep breath, her eyes locked to where their bodies would be joined, only to pull back and begin rubbing it again, smirking as she pouted.
He did this a few more times, not always making to insert himself, but also kneaded her breasts or kiss her roughly. This, naturally, was driving Melody insane; she really needed to cum. She almost let go of her legs so she could finger herself, but one look from her Master told her what a bad idea it would be.
Eventually Harry's wandering hands moved from her breasts, instead running over her sides, hips and thighs. Since his hands were busy his cock was held steadily pressed against her labia, just one small thrust away from penetration. Melody eventually snapped, after a series of whines and mewls she finally begged, "Please Master, I'm begging you Master, please fuck me, I need to cum."
Before she knew what happened, Melody yelped at her Master not only taking her virginity, but as he roughly tweaked one of her nipples when she tried to scoot towards him ever so slightly to get him to penetrate her deeper. Her cheeks sparked as a response to the sudden and unexpected pain - she normally would have expected punishment, but she was hyper focused - but her position quickly shifted towards submission, holding still and keeping her gaze locked at the junction between her legs.
"Oh yes Master, just like that, fuck your Apprentice, make me your slut!" Melody exclaimed with a happy squeal. Harry absently noted what she said, his hips slamming into hers even harder to please them both, but most of his attention was on how much better real sex felt than it did in his dreams. His dreams hadn't accounted for his partner's body heat, or the fact that the walls of her pussy would move, twitch or tighten depending on what he did.
It was quickly growing too much for Melody to take, "Please Master, let me to cum." She pleaded.
"Then cum for me." Harry ordered, never faltering as he continued fucking her. Melody immediately shrieked, her body convulsing as she was finally allowed the release she craved. Harry followed closely behind, her inner walls gripping him even tighter setting him off. His hips kept hammering into her, extending both their orgasms for that much longer as he pumped his seed into he. Harry collapsed, rolling sideways so they were facing each other on their sides. Breathing heavily, Harry said as he felt sleep fast approaching. "That felt great, thanks for pushing me to do this, I'll reward you later." Melody moaned tiredly, excited at the possibilities.
Lemon Ends: Read from here if you skipped the Lemon!
As Harry slept, Melody cleaned herself up with a smile. At long last she'd gotten what she wanted. She sighed sadly though as she was forced to leave him for now. She didn't want to, but she knew if she didn't her sister would be suspicious of why she took so long. Hermione would be asking questions that she didn't want to answer. She decided to leave a note, explaining where she went and why, just in case he woke up and was too sleepy to work this out on his own.
o0OoO0o
As he pulled himself out of his memory of that evening he grunted, filling Lucy's mouth and throat. The size of his load was far more than even the generous supply he released in reality, but to Harry's amazement Lucy took it all. When he finally finished cumming Lucy pulled her mouth away his cock, licking her lips clean of any of his essence that had spilled out, "What were you thinking about to make you cum that much brother?"
"Me and Melody's first time." Harry replied with a fond and happy smile. Melody hadn't been content to just that one time, after they had their first times together, after that every single rendezvous they had that used to just involve blowjobs or snogging inevitably ended with a happy Melody adjusting her panties, or lack thereof, in an attempt to keep all of Harry seed inside her. This evened out to about three times a week during the day and almost every night by the end of the year, but for about a month after their first time the only times Melody weren't glued to his side - and crotch when they were alone - were during classes and when they were with their friends.
"Took you long enough." Lucy teased with a smirk, as she seat of his lap, "That can't have been all though, what else's on your mind?"
"Oh just thinking about what happened since I was kicked out of Gryffindor and turned into a social pariah." Harry answered. It really wasn't that hard of a transition honestly. What also helped was that the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team had apparently resigned. Harry couldn't wipe the smirk off his face for three days after hearing the news, knowing that Gryffindor wouldn't be winning the Quidditch Cup that year.
The small area McGonagall had told him about was a little uncomfortable, the beds being so old and unused, but he found a tower just like the Gryffindor tower not soon after. It turned out the Hogwarts Founders didn't build the school, they bought it from a family that already owned the castle. The name of this family had been lost to history, and they had even wanted to start their own school. The virginal Hogwarts was supposed to have Houses as well, but they were separated by numbers, their members completely random. The more students, the more Houses.
Over the following week his friends slowly came to this new House. The main reason being that people were giving them trouble for being friends with Harry, and they too became social pariahs. Harry told them more than once it would be completely okay if they wanted to cut ties with him temporarily so they wouldn't be shunned like him, and that he could handle it just fine, but they were loyal and adamant about staying by his side.
His Slytherin friends came to his new House first, they were already shunned by their house for the beliefs, and the rest of the school for wearing green and silver, so it really wasn't much of a change for them. Tracy stayed in Slytherin; leaving Slytherin AND joining Harry would make her precarious situation even worse, being a Half-Blood, but one that hadn't been outed as such because she knew how to compose herself. Harry wished her luck, and made sure she knew a spot in his House was always open for her if she needed it.
His Pureblood training with Daphne progressed even faster thanks to living so close together and could spend more time working on it.
One of the perks he was informed he had as the last of the Potters was the ability to gain the title Lord Potter at the age of thirteen instead of seventeen. This meant he could do magic out of school, along with a few other benefits, like getting his own room at Hogwarts; which he was legally allowed to invite anybody he wished to stay with him inside of. This made things a lot easier for them, so next year they wouldn't have to worry about what people thought about them being in their own House. Harry also learnt that as Lord Potter he would need to get to know different people, and to keep them happy, so Daphne taught Harry how. Teaching him how to be a proper Slytherin so he knew what to do with different people. She told Harry that it was important to know all sorts of people, people that he wouldn't normally deal with, so that he could rebuild the Potter Family. This lead to Daphne revealing that he would also need to rebuild two other families; the Blacks and Peverells.
A lengthy lesson about the two families and Harry was quite proud of his heritage, though he promised he would roast Sirius Black alive for what he'd done to his parents, or possibly kill him with a spell from the infamous Black Library Daphne had gushed about. The Peverells were a rather old family, older than the Hogwarts Founders, and more than a few members were part of known legends, even in current times. Some say that Slytherin was a descendant of them, but whether or not that was true was another matter. The family's members were usually nothing extraordinary, they were in fact shockingly average actually, a few exceptions aside. Those who were made into legends had a nasty habit of being in the right place at the… well either wrong or right, depending on who you asked. Life was certainly interesting for the Peverell line, a trait that was passed onto the Potter family when they married into his family a few centuries back.
During one of their talks they ended up discussing the neutral families. Harry remembered one of their last talks about them before breaking up for the Christmas Holidays; it was a very illuminating conversation.
19th of December:
It was the end of their last lesson before the Christmas break and Harry had something he wanted to talk to Daphne about, something that had been on his mind since they talked about neutral factions within Slytherin and on the Wizengamot. "Daphne, do you mind I ask you about the neutral families?" Harry requested. Daphne saw no harm in it and gave him an affirmative nod. "Why is it with so many of you, that you still let people like the Malfoys and the others have so much control over them? Why don't you band together and do something about them?"
"I was wondering when you would be asking me this…" Daphne said with a sigh, "Sadly, while they call themselves neutral most of them aren't. In fact there are only a handful of truly neutral families around. Even more Sadly, most of them believe in what Voldemort was doing, trying to get rid of the Muggleborns and Muggles, either by killing them or enslaving them. The only reason they didn't do anything was because were too cowardly to fight, and instead decided to call themselves neutral. The fact of the matter is that most are still Death Eater sympathizers, helping Death Eaters by hiding them and supplying them with the supplies needed to fuel the war." Daphne explained, "There are so few truly neutral in the factions that we're forced to keep our heads down, lest the majority suddenly either fully switch over to the Pureblood bloc or come after us."
"Doesn't that contradict you joining my group, and to an even greater degree, joining my House?" Harry wondered.
"In a way, it does," Daphne allowed, "but as I said, Slytherin House was becoming dangerous for me and my friends, and so we had to do what we did for protection." What she didn't let on was that she had other reasons, using Harry to reach her own goals being a major one. "Anyway, unless there's something else you wish to ask, let's get back to our Common Room."
Harry shook his head, so the two ventured back to their as of yet unnamed House's Common Room.
o0OoO0o
Harry sighed as he thought as he thought back about that day, Illuminating though it may have been, it was quite depressing.
Training in the Pureblood customs, Legilimency, and he and his friend's Wizengamot and Occlumency wasn't the only thing that she was teaching them. A week into November, Daphne began to teach them the Dark Arts, following the instructions her father had given her rigidly, so none of them succumbed to the dark urgings the spells created before the castor built up immunity.
At first some of the group wasn't too sure about it, as the Dark Arts were called that for a reason and were dangerous, but Daphne went into more detail of the reasons for why they progressed so slow at first, to prevent the sort of dark magic build up that caused so many people to become so twisted. She further soothed them by revealing that even Aurors used the Dark Arts when facing Dark Magic Users, to fight fire with fire; though only when ordered and as the last resort. After some more talk and convincing, they all agreed to learn the Dark Arts. As the adage went, it was better to know something and not need it, then come to find out you need to know something just a scant few seconds before your untimely death.
The only real benefit to the rest of the school succumbing to a herd mentality of Harry-hate was that the group created a name for themselves. If they were going to be cast out of their Houses, then they would wear the moniker with pride. They would call themselves the Outcasts.
On a more personal note, somehow, when they weren't shagging each other, Harry and Melody worked on their Elemental Abilities together.
Melody was progressing nicely, mostly focusing on increasing the capacity of her - and she pouted mightily at Harry for calling them this - electricity pouches. She couldn't do much with the amount of energy at her disposal, though there was a noticeable increase in her reserves it wasn't nearly enough to do with what she wanted. Begrudgingly, Melody had taken to watching the Pokemon TV show for ideas, since it was easier than thinking them up her own. They started with Thunder Wave, liking the idea of a move that could paralyze someone, and she was even met with success in using the move, but it only worked about forty percent of the time.
Quick Attack was also on her list, since it would put her at a distinct advantage against Wand-Mages. When was in her monster form she slightly faster and more agile than a normal human, so she hoped that with this training she could get the extra boost when she needed it for sticky situations.
The last skill she was learning was Thunder Punch. She did this by surging a large amount of electricity through her hands, balling them into fists, and then punching something with them. In theory, very simple, in practise, she hit a major snag when her electricity pouches proves insufficient when it came to supplying her with enough energy to actually make the technique work.
Harry was making some pretty steady progress. He liked the ability to hear things from flames, as long as he knew where the flame was he could hear whatever he wanted to, in fact it was the only skill he was able to master. But then again, it was one of the easiest to learn. He was finally able to cover his entire body in flames also. He couldn't manipulate them to do anything yet, but that milestone had been reached before he could even begin manipulation training. The sight alone of being wreathed completely in flames was, to the part of him that was a regular teenage boy, pretty damned worth it. He just had to think what he should manipulate the flames to do, but now that he was over that hurdle he could start working on the really fun stuff.
As for their Non-Elemental training, Harry, Melody and Hermione's progress was going well enough. Their progress on the Shadow Clones was going about as well as could be expected, that is to say, at a snails pace. If they knew where to start it would easier, but they weren't going to give just yet - the potential was too good to call it quits after just a few months. Mind Trick was slightly more successful, thanks to Harry's research into how the mind worked to help learn Legilimency and Occlumency better, they got a better understanding what they were doing. Once they learnt how to do the Mind Trick on command, instead of just when their emotions were high Harry, Melody and a somewhat forced Hermione used Harry's cloak to sneak around and use the ability on unsuspecting students to see what they could make students do. Hermione didn't like doing it, but she did agree that they needed to see what they could and couldn't make people do. Testing their limits in a safe environment was better than when they really needed to rely on the ability, only for it not to work. At the moment they knew it wasn't that strong; the most they could do was make their targets bark like dogs, take different routes to get to where they were going, and other small, inconsequential things. When they tried bigger things nothing would happen, which was good; that was the whole point of the doing it the way they were, but it was still disheartening for them. It just meant they had to work harder to make it work.
He was pulled from his thoughts by Lucy, who sat on his lap facing and smirked, "Master, we've got a little time before you wake up, but why don't we make the most of the time we have left?"
That sounded like a wonderful suggestion to Harry, and within a few seconds he adjusted himself and kissed her passionately, a gesture she eagerly returned. Harry's hands roamed over his sister's body as he slipped his cock inside of her. Giving a little thrust of his hips, Lucy took the hint and began bouncing up and down, Harry's hands still pawing at her body.
This continued for several glorious minutes, and both could feel their climaxes nearing, but all of a sudden Harry's vision went blurry before darkness claimed him, the last thing he heard being Lucy's violent curses as he was pulled back to reality.
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Harry found himself laying on his bed in the bedroom that the Grangers gave him, which immediately struck him as strange, but shrugged it off and assumed either Dan or Emma had put him in his bed sometime in the night. Harry was quite thankful for this, a sore back was no way to wake up. He grimaced as he looked down; speaking of uncomfortable things to wake up to… He got up to go to Melody's room for a quicky, knowing how annoyed she would be if she found out he'd taken matters into his own hand instead of coming to her.
He was further annoyed to find that Melody was not in her room. A quick trip downstairs after throwing on some clothes was rewarded with Emma informing him that Dan and the girls had left to visit Dan's parents for the day. She stayed behind to keep an eye on him. Harry made to apologize, and tell her it wasn't needed, but Emma shook her head and explained that she and her in-laws hadn't gotten along since the accident shortly after Melody was born. Harry wasn't quite sure what 'the accident' was but he got the feeling Emma didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't press further.
Feeling an uncomfortable pressure building, Harry excused himself after breakfast and rushed to the bathroom to take care of the problem.
Harry was jerked out of his masturbation when he heard a gasp to his left, he froze, failing to cover himself as he turned to see a red faced Emma. She'd seen him naked before, and even touched him, but this was different. "I-I thought I locked the door?" He blurted, feeling his own dose of embarrassment.
"I… It's my fault, don't be sorry." Emma attempted to wave it off, "The lock broke a few weeks ago and I've been meaning to Den fix it." Silence filled the air as Harry shifted uncomfortably and Emma found herself unable to pull her eyes away from his erection; mentally tallying how much it'd grown since she last saw it. Eventually she realized what she was doing and sputtered, "I-I'll just leave you to finish up!" Before she hurriedly closed the door.
A normal person probably would have been turned off the idea, but Harry was neither normal nor in any position to deny his release any further. Unbidden his fantasies were filled with new thoughts; before she barged in Harry was thinking about Melody and Lucy, but now Emma slipped into his mind; thoughts of how the Mother of his Apprentice, a mature and sexier version of her two daughters no less, and what she could do in bed. These fantasies were only interrupted by an orgasm of surprising strength that last for quite a while. Harry had to take a moment to catch his breath, leaning back against the toilet, before he recovered and left the bathroom; venturing back to his room to finish up his homework.
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27th of December:
It was a few days since the incident between Harry and Emma and he found his normal dreams and daytime fantasies featuring the older woman more often than normal. A few times she and Melody were in them at the same time, pleasuring him together. There were times after these dreams Harry couldn't look Emma in the eye, unable to hold himself back from looking at her in ways that would have very clearly stated his desires He was lucky that he had Melody to use to get over these feelings and needs he had, but as willing as the girl was she was being run completely ragged by their activities, and it was sheer luck Hermione hadn't caught them yet.
Then came Christmas Day. It was a good day, they spent the day opening gifts from their family and friends. Harry gave the Grangers parents a lifetime subscriptions to the Daily Prophet, so they would know what was going on in the Wizarding World. Hermione got a few books on about learning and the history of Martial Arts, inspired by the interest she'd shown in learning to fight after reading the comics Birds of Prey. He also completed her collection, since she was missing an issue here and there. Hermione thanked him with a hug and a chaste kiss, which were both very nice. Melody got a similar gift in regards to her comics, Harry tracking down the issues she was missing for her. He also gave her a more private gift later that evening as he spent the entire night pleasuring her. Falling asleep, and waking up in each other's arms, was something different since one of them usually needed to leave after the sex and both enjoyed the experience.
The rest of his friends received fitting but more mundane gifts. Anybody interested in Quidditch got good equipment to go with their position of choice, while other got rare or uncommon books, sweets, and/or prank items depending on who the recipient was.
As for his own gifts, the Granger Family completed his Naruto collection and got him the first box set for the recently released Naruto Anime. Melody and Hermione bought him books on duelling, since they knew he wanted to become better at it. Melody gave Harry her own special private gift, which lead to the amusing situation of both of them insisting on pleasuring the other that first night, but Harry eventually ordered her to submit and let him pleasure her first, and her gift would be the next night. He obtained a large supply of sweets, books and pranking supplies in return from his other friends.
The most shocking gift was from Daphne. The Greengrass Heiress sent him a chest via House-Elf; in it were books and scrolls on the Dark One, the being that called himself the Overlord of Evil. Harry recalled the name from when he got his wand; that it once belonged to the Dark One himself before he was betrayed and defeated. The note from Daphne informed him that she found this chest in Borgin and Burkes and, because she knew he was also a Fire Elemental, he would find more use for it then she would. Only another Fire Elemental could open it, so the info inside could be very useful should he ever use it. Harry smiled at all the gifts; it was the best Christmas he'd ever had.
A few days later Harry and the Grangers were relaxing when they heard a knock at the door. Emma went to answer it, and about five minutes later she came back with a man wearing a black Sherwani with dark purple timings. As Emma entered the living room with the man she said, "Harry, this man is looking for you, he wanted a word with you."
"Greetings Mr. Potter, I'm Baladeva Patil, and I would like a few moments of your time." Baladeva greeted.
It took Harry a few moments before he remembered where he'd heard the name before, it was during one of the talks with Daphne about political affairs in the Wizarding World. Baladeva Patil was India's magical ambassador to the United Kingdom and Parvati's and Padma's father. He had lived in England for about eight years, his only son Rajya had graduated from Hogwarts the year before Harry started Hogwarts. "Greetings Ambassador Patil, it's an honour to meet you." Harry replied as he remembered what Daphne told him, "Though it's Heir Potter now sir." Harry added as he revealed his Heir Ring. Once he found about it, Harry sent a letter to the Goblins to get the Ring and it came to him the day before he left Hogwarts. Harry didn't want to do this, but Daphne informed him that in introductions they had to use their titles. Well, not many did it these days, but when people appear in your house without warning it was best to keep the other person off balance until you knew what they are after.
"Forgive me Heir Potter, I wasn't informed that you had your Heir Ring," Baladeva apologized. "In fact, I had assumed you wouldn't know who I was."
"I would be suspicious if you did, no one knows Ambassador, I only got my Ring just before I left Hogwarts." Harry explained, waving his concerns off. "It's thanks to my training with a friend to catch up on what I should already know that I know who you are. Now, can I ask why an Ambassador from India wants to talk to me. I would also like to know how you found me."
"The last question is simple enough, and leads right into why I'm here." Baladeva stated, "I paid a few people to find where the Grangers lived when I found out you were staying with them. The reason for this is because I would like to ask for an Alliance between the House of Potter and House of Patil."
Harry was shocked at the offer, but was more shocked at how the man found him. It was such a simple solution, which thankfully most of the authority figures in Magical Britain would never think to do it, nor would they have the resources to do so even if they did 'lower themselves' to hiring someone with knowledge of the Muggle World. Either way, he would have to deal with that later. First thing he had to do was to sort out this Alliance, so he said, "Not to be rude Ambassador, but why would you make such an offer to me?"
"As you may or may not know, I've two daughters; Padma and Parvati." Baladeva began.
"I know of them Ambassador," Harry replied dutifully, "Padma, I just know by name. Parvati… not to to be rude, but she's a rumour monger, along with her friend Lavender Brown, so I very rarely ever even consider going anywhere near her, lest I draw her attention and cause her to make up a rumor about be."
Baladeva chuckled and smiled as he said, "No worries Heir Potter, there is a reason behind it and if you agree to an Alliance I shall fill you in. As for my motivation, it's because my daughters have informed me that you're a Parseltongue."
Harry raised an eyebrow at this, suspicious as to why this would be cause for a move as heavy as offering an alliance. "With how people have been acting since they found out about this, you should want to be as far away from me as possible."
"I can't hold that assumption against you." Baladeva admitted with a frown, "What do you know about Indian culture?"
"Next to nothing." Harry answered succinctly.
"That isn't surprising, Heir Potter." Baladeva waved his lack of knowledge off with an even deeper frown, "Hogwarts doesn't teach students about other cultures and their magic. The truth is that while Parseltongue is a rare here here in Magical Britain, in the rest of the world it is a bit more common. It would still be classed as rare, but here there are less than half a dozen people in the entire country possessing the skill. Have you seen Snake Charmers on TV, or know of them from somewhere?"
"Yes, I've seen a few of them on TV and on the streets."
"Well if they're Indian it's a safe bet to say they possessed the Parseltongue gift." The ambassador explained, "In my culture they are highly honored and respected. There are an innumerable amount of deadly snakes in our county and Parseltongues help to ensure they remain peaceful, and don't attack humans. This isn't just normal snakes, but also magical and even snakes demonic in origin. Those with this gift keep our country safe, and are highly regarded because of it."
"I can see why I would be valuable, but this would only come into play if I moved to India, which, no offense intended, is incredibly unlikely. So why make this offer?"
"Honestly? I would like your help within your Ministry of Magic when you come of age. As you can see, I am Indian Heir Potter, and because of this, many of the Purebloods in England look down on me. It has been exceptionally difficult to make any headway for our county. An alliance with you, The Boy-Who-Lived and, more importantly, future Lord Potter and Peverell, my job will get significantly easier."
"What is in it for Ha-I mean Heir Potter?" This was from Emma who, like the rest of her family, was listening in on what was being said with interest. "It looks to me like you're getting everything while he's getting nothing."
Baladeva smiled at this, he knew he had to be careful what he said. If the young Heir was alone, he would be offering his daughters, but with Muggles around he knew he would need to be careful of what he put on the table. He would keep his daughters in reserve for later. "My government has allowed me to give Heir Potter a Snake Charmer's Flute." Baladeva fully expected the confused looks, knowing they wouldn't realize the significance of this, so he continued without missing a beat. "A Snake Charmer's Flute is a very powerful magical object. A normal Snake Charmer's Flute can only summon one or two normal snakes and control them, but the more powerful Flutes can summon and control more snakes, depending on the Flute and how powerful the user is. It can do other things, but I'll leave what it can do for you to find out. I'll give you a hint, it all comes down to what music you play on the Flute. Normally these Flutes are given, loaned really, to those offering to fight off the wild snakes in India so they can protect themselves and the villages and towns nearby. The difference being yours would be yours to keep.
"The other thing I can offer is Parselmagic Books. These are uncommon, but not exceptionally hard to find if you put some effort into trying. That is, of course, the rule of thumb for everywhere else but here; they're near impossible to get. I will offer a copy of every Parselmagic book I can get my hands on." Baladeva paused as he considered something, "You may also wish to look into obtaining your own magical or demonic snake, not only will it help make the Parselmagic become stronger if you cast with it, you can also bind it to the Flute. This needs to be done willingly, and the Flute itself cannot be used to convince the creature. The snake's soul would become infused with the Flute, and empower it even further, allowing you to summon it wherever you are. This isn't necessary, but better safe than sorry."
Harry thought about this Alliance and what Baladeva was offering him, he liked the idea of the Snake Charmer's Flute, as he could summon all sorts of snakes to his side. The Parselmagic peaked his interested too; he had no idea such a thing existed. "I think you're still getting the better end of this, so throw in keeping me informed about the going ons in your Ministry, agreeing to a few favours without questions - within reason of course - and an agreement about helping each other if the other needs it and I think we have a deal."
The ambassador nodded, accepting the more than fair stipulation, to which Harry smiled and asked, "So how do we go about making this Alliance?"
And so Baladeva explained as he pulled out the paperwork that they would need to sign them; one copy for Harry, one for Baladeva and another set each for their respective country's Ministry of Magic and one for Gringotts, and have the Grangers witness the signing. It was about an hour later after signing the paperwork when they finally finished, and Baladeva was about to leave.
He had to deal with one last bit of business though. Turning to Harry he made his request, "Harry, I would like a personal favour; would you look after my daughters for me?"
Harry mulled this over, not against the idea, but his social situation would get in the way. "I would, but myself and anyone associated with me is currently shunned by the rest of the school. I can of course keep an eye on them from a distance, but that's all I can offer without bringing them into my group. Have a talk with them and see how they feel about joining me. I can't see them being completely okay with it, no matter how they feel since it would kill their social lives, potentially for the rest of their stay at Hogwarts." He explained.
"I understand." Baladeva nodded slowly. He had heard the stories from his daughters about what happened to Harry at Hogwarts, and understood exactly what Harry meant. However, he had plans for the young Heir though, so some discomfort on his daughters part was a fair price to pay. It's not like they wouldn't eventually get closer to him anyway, Baladeva was dead set on offering them at some point, and if they were already close to him Harry would be more attached and thus more inclined to agree, lest they be sold to someone else who can offer him something he wanted. "I shall explain the situation and they'll tell you of their decision on the train. At the same time they'll tell you why they are the way they are. Until we meet again, goodbye."
With that the ambassador bid them a farewell and left. Harry sighed, he really wished the politicking could have wait a few more years, decades preferably, but it looked like he was getting pulled into the fold early. Daphne was turning out to be a Godsend.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Authors Note:Is another chapter of Vulcan, I thank you for reading and I hope that you keep on reading and enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing this. If you did or did not, I hope that you'll spare a few more minutes and review, as I would like to hear what you think of the story so far and any ideas you might have.
I need a few simple favours for Baladeva to ask Harry, so he can give Harry items. I also need one big favour so that he could give his daughters to Harry. I've got a few ideas, but you might have better ones so please help. Also if you got ideas for what the Flute is able to do, please add them too. I also need ideas for Parselmagic spells too…
Omake Request: I have a request for you, readers, I want someone to write an Omake for me based from this part of the last chapter:
Luna shook her head, cheerfully stating, "Oh no, I don't get what all the fuss is about. It's not like snakes talk about taking over the world." She looked suspiciously around before she leaned in and whispered, "That's what Owl's do!"
Harry laughed, finding the mental image of Supreme Commander Hedwig with a swagger stick in her mouth furiously barking out commands and slapping the stack against the map she'd set up with the attack plan on it, directing her troops to take over the US for their plentiful livestock. So many pigs, so much bacon…
I like the idea and I hope someone can write an Omake for it for me.
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