The Rise of Overlord Vulcan!

by The Dark Dragen

DEAD, BUT BEING WRITTEN IN THE REWRITE...

15. Chapter 15 - Second Summer: Part 2!

Authors Note:I would like to thank you all for reviewing the last chapter, I know some of you didn't like how short it was because of my other chapters - I'll try and not do short chapters again - can't promise for sure it won't happen again, but I'll try not to. But that was to introduce the new Dark Priestess, and I know some of you didn't like it that the chapter was surrounded mainly around her, but it was the quickest way to explain who she is and what she wanted. Yes I could have done it over the chapters with Harry in it, but at the time I felt this way was better.

For the semi-crossover with The Little Mermaid, it only happened that way as the characters as one of my beta readers said; they were written so well and they fit into what I needed for them so nicely. So I used them because they fit, no other reason than that, otherwise I wouldn't have used the characters at all. It saved me from writing a few more OC's.

Lastly, I would like to inform you all that unlike the last summer chapters, there will be a lot more chapters to this summer chapters. As I want to work in a few ideas for the future chapters, and build up some of the characters into the story.

I would once again like to thank, KnightPerson formerly known as TheNewHercules, for making this chapter even better. He had made a lot of changes that I liked, so I want to thank him for the great work on this chapter - he added the part about Dan and more detail around Hermione/Melody/Harry part of the story. So thank you KnightPerson, you have done great work on this chapter and can't wait to see what else you'll do for future chapters and I hope you stay around for a long time.

'Thoughts!'

Chapter 15

5th of July:

Harry was still smouldering over what had happened between him and the Veela mother and child a day after the ordeal in the cave. He asked himself 'How fucking DARE that BINT try and control me? Aren't children her age usually shy around strangers? Even with Lucy helping my self-confidence as a kid, I kept to myself until I was at least ten. There's been a clear failure on her parent's part in teaching her to respect her elders.' Such a failure, he felt, should result in the loss of parental privileges. If he had his way, and he planned to, people like the Delacour's and the Dursley's who clearly weren't fit parents should be discouraged from breeding. At the very least they shouldn't be entrusted with the responsibility of raising children. 'If Mum and Dad were still around, they'd have done a better job of caring for me.' He thought bitterly. 'I know they would.'

Harry fantasized for a few moments about the parents whose lives that had been taken from him as an infant, and who he hadn't been able to know. He then remembered her captured soul in his ancient gauntlet, and was emboldened by the knowledge that someday soon he'd have the means rescue his mother from the twelve years of death that had dared to steal her from his life. He visualized the memory of her for a short while before continuing to burn over the affair.

The idea of being bound to the whims of another infuriated him. Regardless of the manner of coercion and regardless of whether he enjoyed the manipulation or not, it infringed upon his individuality. Years of attempted control and oppression by the Dursley's had left him fiercely protective of his own independence. He hated being used, and would wreak havoc upon any who tried to inhibit his ability to think for himself.

Some might find that hard to believe, considering he liked his partners to be of a more submissive and even subservient nature, but there was a huge difference between having your freedom forcibly taken from you and willingly giving it to someone you care for. That's why he stressed so hard about really thinking about it before he let his girls make that final step. He owned them now, but it was because they wanted it, they chose to give him their freedom like that of their own free will in exchange for the benefits of having a caring Master to provide for them - or that's what he wanted to believe it to be like.

The gall and disrespect it took for Gabrielle to attempt a forced seduction of Harry appalled and infuriated him. Appoline was no better! She would have been more than content to allow her daughter to act out her desires on Harry, without any concern for him as a person. She was worried solely about what her daughter was becoming and not the people she used. Would it really have been so impossible for the woman or the girl to approach him and tell him of her wishes? Was it so hard for the child to show the person she supposedly wanted to be enslaved by the respect a Master was due? With a sudden realization he realised that she may have been consciously or subconsciously trying to agitate him to the point where he'd hurt her - she seemed to have a penchant for masochism - and if that was her game she had certainly succeeded.

His anger dissipated slightly at that thought; asking politely and interaction as equals seemed contrary to Gabrielle's apparent nature and desire to be dominated. It was logical for her to want him worked up to the point where he would take her by force, with no regard to her own desires. Still, the sexual experiences he'd had with Melody, Luna, and Ginny to a lesser degree had spoiled him; he expected and almost demanded at least a certain amount of respect and servility from his partners. He vowed never to allow himself to be manipulated by anyone, for any reason. He'd either cooperate with people as the dominant party, as a peer if it was sufficiently beneficial to him and was absolutely necessary, or not at all. He did decide though that if someone was as determined as Gabrielle was to be his, he'd consider fulfilling the person's desires. After all, in the overall scheme of things, having a larger number of loyalists and greater diversity amongst his followers could only be beneficial to him.

This left the issue of how to deal with Gabrielle. Harry was reasonably certain he'd see her again. Appoline seemed to be an inept custodian of her daughter, and Gabrielle seemed determined to have Harry as a part of her life, so the odds she'd make her way to him again were good. So far he'd been cruel to her, and that hadn't done much to discourage her pursuit of him; on the contrary it seemed even to galvanize her; she clearly wasn't one to take no for an answer. A sadist himself, Harry thought it might be entertaining to test her limits, and to try and break her of her wilful nature. If he scared her off, he'd still have Melody, Luna, Ginny, and hopefully one day Emma to play with. Losing Gabrielle he felt wouldn't deprive him of anything he couldn't find elsewhere. He resolved to continue his cruel treatment of her, and see if he could bring her into the fold with that as the premise for their relationship. If she was this sexually oriented at the tender age of seven he couldn't imagine what she might be like as she aged.

Regardless of his begrudging acceptance of the young Delacour's behaviour, his susceptibility to her racial allure put him on guard. Apparently there was a whole city of women like her nearby, in addition to the Atlantean mermaids who he'd read had similar abilities. Wary of the potential of similar circumstances arising, his Occlumency shields had been up at full strength for most of the day. This protected his mind from outside influence, but also left him emotionally numb, cold and standoffish in his dealings with others. Though he couldn't be himself or fully enjoy the vacation, Harry felt it was preferable to falling under the influence of an unknown enemy. He decided this would be his default response to his arrival in unfamiliar areas and around strangers, until he had acclimated himself with any new elements to have identified any outside threats. Each of the Grangers had come to him individually and had inquired as to what was bothering him, but Harry had quite firmly said he didn't want to talk about it. Being the considerate and understanding people that they were, they didn't push Harry explain himself; they knew Harry would come to one or all of them if he felt the need to talk. It didn't stop Emma and Hermione from worrying about him though, and they shared several looks when in his company.

Retreating into himself had the secondary effect of greater proximity to and interaction with his immaterial sister, and she didn't hesitate to voice her feelings on the situation with the Delacours. Lucy chastised him for his failure to have enslaved the girl already. Gabrielle hadn't just begged for Harry to take control of her; she had even gone so far as to place her mother and Harry into a situation where he would be forced to dominate her. While Harry felt it showed a lack of respect, Lucy saw it as an ingenious attempt by an inspired girl; one who even at her young age knew what she wanted and was willing to work for it.

She also approved of Gabrielle's tastes; both in men and in choice of lifestyle. Though initially Lucy's opinions regarding Gabrielle's actions had matched Harry's, she had given the matter some thought Lucy felt it difficult to dislike the girl who was so much like herself. She felt such a girl would be a welcome addition to Harry's growing group of subordinates. Really, Lucy had to wipe a tear from her eye as she realized there was another girl out there who just got it.

For the rest of the day, Harry was completely detached from the Grangers, indifferent to their attempts at drawing him out of the shell he'd been hiding behind. Melody couldn't even get a sexual rise out of him that day; she teased him playfully and tried to entice him into bed with her once they got a moment alone together, but to no avail. She was worried about her Master, and was the only member of the Granger clan to press him for an explanation, bluntly asking him why he was acting like this, and if there was anything she could do to help.

Fed up with her pestering him, Harry eventually turned clasped her face with both hands, tightly enough to leave marks where his fingers had been once he released her.

"Melody, shut the FUCK UP. If I want you I'll let you know."

Melody rubbed her face as a few tears gathered in her eyes. Dejected, rather than annoyed or angry, she quietly told him, "Alright Harry. Come find me if you want me."

She walked away, leaving Harry to his thoughts.

He had felt nothing the entire day, except for growing agitation with Melody, and for the first time since she had become his, he didn't care how Melody was feeling. She'd been annoying him to no end, presuming to push him to talk, and he felt the need to remind her how their relationship worked. He'd make it up to her later that night, and summoned her to his hut after sundown.

Melody wasn't quite sure what happened. She'd closed the door to her Master's hut behind her and the next thing she knew her scalp hurt briefly before she was face down on what she could confidently state was his bed with her ears filled with the delightful sound of her Master's hips slapping into her ass rapidly. It took a second for the pleasure and pain of the sudden penetration to kick in, but when it did the girl did little but scream into the blankets.

Her only complaint about the entire series of events was she prefered being backhanded over having her hair pulled, but it was hard to concentrate on that over the toe curling orgasm that gave her.

Hours later, once they'd finished and fallen asleep, Harry found himself in his mindscape with a pleasantly turned on Lucy, whom he'd fucked more harshly than he had Melody. He then smiled to himself while enjoying the feel of her cuddled up against his body, absently listening to her ramble on about how he should kill a few people so he could build up Life Force. She pointed out that there were a plethora of experiments he could try if he had a good supply of souls, but Harry stayed firm to his policy of not killing for no reason or in cold blood. He had no idea why, but the entire island had an undercurrent of tension that he didn't want to disturb just because he wanted some energy he could get in admittedly smaller bursts back at Hogwarts.

After a good fuck and a good night's sleep, Harry awoke in a better mood then the day before and apologized to Dan, Hermione, and Emma for the way he'd acted day before. He explained that while he didn't want to talk about it, he could tell them that something embarrassing had happened and he was angry about his own reaction to it. The Grangers were understanding, saying that things happens to everyone now and then. They did insist however it would be better to talk about it then bottling it up like he had. Harry thanked them, but made no move to talk about it further.

That morning Harry noticed Hermione acting as distant as he had the previous day. She would respond to him when he spoke to her and could hold a conversation, but behind her words he could tell she was hurting. She would give him a sort of sad smile whenever they finished talking, and he'd noticed her staring at him or Melody when she thought no one was looking. A quick mental probe when Hermione wasn't paying attention confirmed his suspicions; she was feeling hurt, left out, and betrayed by her best friend and her sister. The jealousy and hopelessness she was feeling interested him, and he made a mental note to try and think about how to take advantage of those feelings at a later date.

In the meantime though the situation needed to be resolved in a more socially acceptable manner. Harry had noticed that Hermione's interactions with her Mel were abrupt and terse, and Melody could pick up on the suppressed hostility walked away with a somewhat guilty look in her eye each time. Hermione's passive frustration seemed to be focused more towards her sister than towards Harry, and both he and Melody could see this.

Melody was acting differently too. Usually eager and bright eyed, today she'd been moping around. She'd clung on to Harry more often and more obviously than usual, almost as if she was using his proximity and touch as a sort of physical reassurance. Seeing this put Hermione further into her funk, and in turn seeing she was upsetting her big sister made Melody more unhappy and affectionate. Dan seemed oblivious to the dynamic, focused on the food and sunshine, but when Harry caught Emma's gaze and gave her an expression of helpless exasperation she rolled her eyes and mouthed 'Girls' to him before giving him one of her most dazzling smiles. Harry then decided that this little melodrama had gone on long enough.

After an early breakfast, the group came together on the beach in front of Emma and Dan's hut; completely devoid of people for the first time since their arrival, to quietly enjoy the sunrise, each leaving the others to their thoughts. About forty yards back from the shoreline Harry found the ruined remains of an eroded sand castle which had decayed to the extent that the last wall standing, looked more like a high-backed chair than anything else. Treating it like a throne, Harry sat against it and took in the view in front of him. The fortunately-oriented wall faced directly east, allowing him to gaze out across the glassy water, unbroken by wave or surf, at the polychromatic streaks against the early-morning sky. Varying shades of red, orange and violet seen only as the sun rose and set were suspended in the sky, announcing the arrival of the new day and contrasting sharply from the milk-white cirrus clouds making their slow march from one horizon to its opposite.

After giving the eastern sky the consideration he felt it was due, and after the sun had made some solid progress in hoisting itself itself above the skyline, Harry dropped his field of vision from the distant horizon to the vicinal shoreline. Specifically he was looking at the Grangers, and where they had spread him out before him. He almost jumped when he noticed Melody's sleeping head no more than a foot lying to his left. Amused by her ability to get so close without being noticed (he hadn't been that enamored by all the pretty colors), he looked down at Melody, and regarded her dreaming form for a moment. Reaching down he stroked windswept hair, dirty-blonde and sun-streaked, then caressing her resting face, running a thumb along her jawline to her chin. The attention elicited a contented sigh from her lips, which wore the ghost of a smile, and she stirred slightly before Harry removed his hand.

Harry smiled at her despite himself. She was a sweet girl, and to Harry her penchant for masochism and her eagerness to help seduce her own mother for her Dom did nothing to diminish her innocence. One could never tell from looking at her pretty and gentle face that that youthful and meek-seeming countenance was just a mask for a depraved slut, immeasurably loyal to the twelve year old boy she knew as Master. Harry had made quite a catch with this one, and from what she'd told him apparently her love for submission ran in the family. Rousing himself from his internal observations, he directed his gaze to the beach and remaining Grangers in front of him.

Looking up from Melody's sleeping body, the first thing that caught Harry's eye was Hermione's, glanced up to his face from some position lower on his body. She froze for a moment as her heart skipped a beat. 'This is so bad.' she told herself, and if Harry was a less composed, mature, and indifferent person, she'd have been right. He had caught her leaning backwards, turned so she was face him, with her eyes glued to his dick. 'Thank GOD he's so far away,' Hermione told herself, relieved. 'Otherwise he'd have heard me purring.' Emma had, and it was all she could do to keep from giggling. Her poor, silly, magical-cat daughter. It had taken serious self control to be continue pretending to be asleep while her daughter had purred for a solid ten minutes, utterly captivated by her best friend's equipment.

Hermione remembered she was still looking at Harry, and realized Harry was staring directly back at her, devoid of expression. While his face had betrayed no secrets, Hermione's mind was working a mile a minute; too distracted to realize her expression was continuously shifting, emoting what could safely be assumed to be the thoughts running through her mind.

Aware she was being read more quickly than one of Gilderoy Lockhart's ludicrous autobiographies, she blushed heavily. An exasperated Hermione thought 'Crap. Now he's going to see me blushing.' She hoped desperately the golden tan she'd been developing would do a bit to conceal the heat filling cheeks. After comparing the colour density and color contrast of and between her level of tan and the level of blush she felt her stomach drop as she realized: she was still staring! 'This is just great.' Hermione thought. 'The only way it could be more obvious I liked him would be if I took out a newspaper ad. As if things between us won't awkward enough already.'

What made this even harder for her was her cat side was in heat, and it could tell instinctively that Harry was a perfect mate for her. It was only thanks to her training with Daphne and Harry and the sessions where they'd taught her Occlumency that she could keep the animal from going up to him on her hands and knees. Even though she was upset with him and her sister for hiding their relationship from her, and as put out as she was that they were having sex, it took every bit of self control she had not to climb up on his lap and seeing what happens. She didn't want to be someone who'd go after their sister's boyfriend. That would make her like her bitch Aunt Rose, who stole her mother's man - even though she felt that Melody had done it to her. She decided that she was going to be the bigger one in the situation, even though Melody wasn't aware they were competing.

Dreadfully embarrassed by her inability to control herself, she blushed harder than she ever had in her life. With no small amount of effort she finally broke away from Harry's bright green eyes (she'd wondered before if they might actually be luminous), and turned around. They'd captivated her, as they had on more than once before. Even at a distance, and even in broad daylight, Harry's eyes still enthralled her. She was horny - she'd been horny before, but not like this - and she needed to calm down.

Sitting rigidly facing forward, Hermione kept replaying what had just happened over and over again in her head. She felt the heat from her face spread across her chest. 'Oh God,' She thought, panicking slightly, 'Where are my clothes? I'M NAKED!' She screamed at herself internally, as inaudible hysterics overcame her, she started to hyperventilate. Though she looked composed, for a moment she had forgotten where she was. Though she was unaware and the knowledge would have done little to calm her down, she had in fact browned just barely enough to help conceal exactly how badly unbroken eye contact with Harry had flustered her. Her golden tan had hidden most of the blush in her face, though not her neck or uncovered neck or chest. It had drawn Harry's eyes to her cheeks, blushing rose red, and he thought it had actually made her look cuter, made her look more appealing, at least to Harry.

The flurry of emotions amused him, and he struggled to remember each one. She'd worn combined shifting expressions of sheepishness, timidity, longing, frustration, and envy. Interestingly enough, for a brief moment something a bit darker, some sort of malice or fury, showed itself momentarily before Hermione's trademark deluge of goodness suppressed it, and before she'd managed to break her gaze.

Laughing to himself about what had just happened, Harry watched Dan, Emma and Hermione from where he was. He pulled Melody onto his body she automatically wrapped herself around him as much as she could, and went back to snoozing, sitting in his lap right on his dick. Harry willed his tool down to inactivity, repositioned her head on his chest. Absently playing with her hair, and very lightly teasing and caressing her body, he watched to see other three members of his group were up to.

Hermione quickly looked back at Harry again, determined not to get caught sneaking a peek at him, and got lucky. As soon as she saw him, though, she wished she could just mind her own business for once. Her heart fell a bit at the sight of her sister cuddled up so closely against Harry, looking absolutely content and satisfied. Seeing how tenderly he was caressing her and how gently he was holding her made her little heart ache. She couldn't be so close to them when they were like this; it hurt too much. She had to move further away.

Harry watched Hermione stand and start to move away from her parents. Harry appraised her as she went, curious today for some reason as to how she was developing physically. His gaze never left her cute little butt as she walked; adorably it was considerably paler than the rest of her body, though Harry couldn't imagine why, it wasn't like she'd been wearing underwear. He found the contrast between pale ass and golden thighs appealing, as he did the way her ass tensed and relaxed as she took each step. Her bushy hair pulled back into a ponytail that swayed with her ass as she walked, and watching her leave was quite pleasant, Harry thought. 'Her tans really come along nicely,' He mused, 'and I doubt any straight man would deny she's attractive. It's a shame that she has to be such a goody goody. She could be so much fun if she'd just relax a bit, stop taking other people so seriously. I mean, other than me I suppose. And the rest of our friends from school. At least her sister know how to have a good time.' She walked north, parallel to the beach, and after she'd taken about two dozen steps she turned towards the ocean, taking few steps forward before sitting close enough to the water for the surf to come tickle her feet whenever one of the larger waves crashed on the shore. Harry watched Hermione bring bring her knees up to her chest, then hug them tight. Harry couldn't remember ever having seen a girl look so vulnerable, excluding of course when he'd rescued his slave. He was intrigued but unconcerned. He had a good idea why she was upset, and he felt she was being melodramatic. Until she stopped feeling sorry for herself she'd receive no sympathy from him, nor would he lend her any special consideration.

He saw Emma follow her daughter almost immediately, and Harry admired her fine ass every step of the way. 'That ass and the woman attached belong to me.' He told himself. 'They just don't know it yet.' She sat down to Hermione's left, and after Emma said something he couldn't hear, he watched Hermione respond to her mother's words by nestling into her mother so deeply it looked like was trying to absorb her mother through osmosis.

Whatever Emma had said to Hermione had apparently cheered her up, because they were walking back towards himself and Melody. They laid down some towels about ten feet from him, and Emma lay back to sunbathe sans clothing and Hermione lay her head on her mum's midriff, apparently to take a nap. Looking back in Dan's direction Harry perked up a bit when he realized this would be a perfect opportunity to practice his Legilimency; Dan was a Muggle, he was weak willed, and there was no one nearby to call him out if he messed up. Harry wanted to see how his long term project with Hermione and Melody's parents was coming along. After Dan if all went well he'd play around in Emma's head, and then maybe if she was sufficiently distracted Harry could see what the hell had been up with Hermione's schizophrenic reaction to eye contact. Maybe even loosen her up a bit. Laughing again, he looked at Dan. He was getting ahead of himself though. Harry had yet to master the basics, and he grinned wickedly at just how perfect everything was going for him to have the opportunities he'd recently.

Dan sat slightly hunched, watching the as the surf spread pervasively in along the beach head, gently and affectionately kiss the footprints left in the sand until there was nothing left. The cascading advance and retreat of the waves somehow seemed both soothingly rhythmic and engagingly sporadic at the same time. He was wistful, thinking about his lack of actual manhood and the frustration with him he could see his wife repressing. Fortunately for Harry, not so much for Dan, already losing his family to Harry one member at a time, Harry chose to silently focus on Dan and nonverbally cast 'Legilimens!' at the exact moment Dan was reliving one of the most emasculating moments in he'd had in his life; in front of his wife no less! He was just grateful his daughters were away at Hogwarts… he didn't know if he could feel like a father to his daughter if they'd seen him as Emma had that night.

Harry entered Dan's mind and was treated to a series of short fragments of memories relevant to what Dan was thinking about at the present moment. The first sequence began with Dan returning to the Grangers house, sometime after dark. Harry saw Dan announced himself cheerfully at the door to no response. He paused for a moment, before calling out

"Emma? Emma are you home?" No one replied. A rush of memory fragments flooded Harry's psyche; disconnected pieces of some extended narrative this memory was a part of came all at once; and Harry realized he was feeling Dan remember moments of him searching around the house for his wife; Dan could understand these moment's larger significance, just like someone who can read in English would see the acronyms FBI and understand it stands for Federal Bureau of Investigation, but for Harry, who was illiterate in the language of Dan, it was confusing, almost overwhelming.

The flashes came rapidly, some were short and some were long, some vivid some vague, and the vaguer they were the more tangents seemed to be occurring at the same simultaneously, so much happening at once it was near impossible to observe an individual event, but if he stopped paying so close attention the rooms would quiet down and he'd get a feel for the general 'tone' and function of the room. In the in the study he saw and felt work being done, Emma paying taxes, and helping the girls with homework. In the sitting room the Harry felt younger Hermione's and Melody's laughing, reading books, he sensed Dan reading newspapers, heard songs that reminded him vaguely of Christmas time, and saw Emma watering plants. The office, TV room, and other rooms Dan entered were the same; whirlwinds of memory assaulting all senses. The Harry found he could zero in on a specific memory and watch it in detail, that required focus and before long he'd snap back into Dan's narrative. Each room seemed to be filled with noise, activity and Emma's, Dan's, Hermione's, and Melody's, plural, but Harry understood they were empty. He realized Dan must have been remembering Emma and other events in each room as he searched, and was now remembering her as he looked for her. Or something. Thinking about it too hard hurt Harry's head.

And suddenly Harry the chaos subsided and Harry was with Dan again, at the bottom of the stairs. He could still 'feel' the other memories and narratives beneath the surface, but Dan seemed to remember this part in detail, resulting in far less background noise. Harry realized to his surprise he was nervous; not just nervous, but worried about Emma's well being. After thinking about how little sense that made - by Emma's being alive today he knew for a fact she'd survived that night - but with a quick realization he understood he was feeling what Dan felt, seeing what he saw, and hearing what he heard. Harry was enjoying himself, this was like watching a horror movie alongside the actors as they filmed it. With a little bit of fear and a with a lot of excitement Dan/Harry heard a faint moan coming from somewhere upstairs. Supremely nervous, Dan crept up the stairs, hearing unintelligible muttering, moaning or the occasional groan, and Harry smiled faintly as his/Dan's heart pumped faster than Harry's ever had before. As he reached the top of the stairs, the noises becoming more consistent and easier to assign a direction to Harry took note of his stiff arms, jittery legs, the frog throbbing in his throat as Dan swallowed. Adrenaline surging through his veins, Harry put his hand beneath his chin to feel his throbbing pulse when he asked himself 'Is this fear? Is this what it feels like being afraid of something? Its… its kinda hot, actually. If Melody feels a bit like this when I'm being rough with her, I completely understand why she's so into it. I've never felt anything like this before. I wonder if being feared feels anywhere as awesome as fear itself does. I feel like I can do anything!'

Harry and Dan slowly walked through the hallway; Dan was sweating buckets, and when he got to his bedroom, he peeked inside. Through Dan's eyes Harry saw a glimpse of a dark figure rustling through the cabinets. 'The Grangers got robbed? Why didn't they mention it? Did Dan stop a robbery? Damn, Dannyboy. Maybe I haven't been giving you the respect that you're due.' Harry felt something else bubble up next to his fear. His terror had increased, but somewhere Dan found some anger to use alongside that. Flashes came like they had before, snapshots of drawers in garage and oddly an image of a suit of armour in a glass display that seemed out of place in the Granger home. Creeping back down the stairs as quickly and quietly as he could, Dan went to his garage where he grabbed an old cricket bat and an American football helmet a friend had gotten for him while he was in the States. Donning the Helmet, putting on the biggest trench coat he owned, and twirling the cricket club in his hand what might have been intended as menacingly, ('Ah,' Harry thought 'This must have been what he had in mind when he was thinking of the armour. Close enough, I suppose.') Dan marched back up the stairs, almost confidently until he reached the top step where he slowed to a walk again.

The groaning had started up again, this time coming from the bathroom. Harry felt an onslaught of various cartoony or vague images involving burglars and memory snippets he assumed would translate into Dan's sense of confusion as to why a burglar would use the bathroom of a home he'd invaded. Starting to understand what was going on, a broad grin broke out across Harry's face, and he whispered "No way." These words were spoken, interestingly enough within Dan's mouth, and even more interestingly Dan, who'd been slowly turning the bathroom knob as quietly as he could froze, putting his free hand to his mouth. He shook his head, raised the cricket club as high above his head, and threw the door open shouting at the top of his lungs "OWARE YOOHOODLOOMS CAMMINMA HOME!" Meant to be 'How dare you hoodlums come in my home!', and entering, revealing nothing but a nude and wet Emma laying in the tub, who turned to him, eyes wide with terror, pulled the shower head away from her pussy and screamed for all she was worth.

Harry was in stitches; guffaws had him doubled over and he was barely able to stand. He couldn't remember ever having laughed so hard in his entire life. Dan's memory continued to play out before him, seemingly on fast forward, though he was admittedly distracted and may have been imagining it. The few details he caught further added to his mirth and kept him giggling throughout the remainder of the flashback.

He felt a flush in his cheeks and shame that must have come from Dan, who had removed his helmet and held it loosely by the facemask in his right hand. The cricket bat his left hand grasped limply by had also been lowered, and he was now staring at Emma with a combination of disbelief, disappointment and reproach. His wife's jaw had dropped and who wore an expression of shocked exasperation at the site of her husband clad in his ridiculous uniform, brandishing his club and staring at her stupidly. Regaining her composure after a moment she screamed at him to 'Get out get out GET OUT!' at which point he ran back into their bedroom, tripping on the sink as he exited, continuing to stumble and falling into the open door frame of the room he was trying to enter.

Sometime before he'd pissed himself, and as he changed his pants Harry, still recovering from his merriment, practiced focusing in on other memories in the room. He watched, amused and unsurprised, at Dan's frustrated recollections of emasculating events of his last few years. Harry watched him fumble reluctantly through foreplay. He felt him turn down sex, time and time again. He watched Dan read before bed, fuming as an annoyed Emma wrote in her Diary beside him, rubbing her pussy with enthusiasm and fragrance as she wrote, then ignoring her gasps during brazen and vigorous masturbation. Then came blurrier memories. 'These probably happened a longer time ago' Harry thought. These memories were of Emma's half-hearted bondage play, Dan's failures to get erections, Dan wearing a strap on dildo to fuck Emma, and many of him trying to sleep through his wife's candid self-pleasure; sometimes for hours, as she moaned right beside him in bed.

Having seen enough, Harry decided he was no longer content to be a passenger to Dan's memories. It was time to see what he could do. Dan had just finished reliving the loud and heated argument with Emma after their hilarious encounter in the bathroom, and was now sleeping alone in Hermione's room, empty during the school year. Remembering Dan responding to him speaking outside of the bathroom, he thought about what to try. This might be a good way to plant thoughts deeper within someones mind than his mind trick allowed.

Harry found that after concentrating hard enough, he was able to take the form of Emma's body within Dan's mindscape. He focused again and she walked stiffly over to Dan and shook him awake. Looking at him in sleepy confusion, Dan's avatar opened his mouth to question her before Harry began to verbally assault him with Emma's voice. Harry told him again and again, using the Mind Trick to make the words more convincing, that he was not a man and was an unfit father and husband. He told him he was inept, foolish, pitiful, and impotent to the point that Emma was basically performing a public service by staying with him. Hurt and confusion were visible behind the tears that had welled up in Dan's eyes, before he eventually began to silently parrot Harry's words back to him.

Satisfied, Harry walked to the bathroom, dug through the myriad of memories until he found one of Dan looking at himself in the mirror, and altered it so Dan was chanting a mantra of belittling things to himself regarding his masculinity and added powerful feelings of shame. Going into his and Emma's shared bedroom, which was surprisingly empty - apparently no one would appear in Dan's mindscape unless he remembered them specifically - Harry selected three of the most emasculating memories he could find and reinforced them so Dan's mind would be more likely to rest on them whenever he was in that room. Duly impressed with himself, he did this in most of the rooms of the Granger house. Deciding that his foray into Dan's subconscious had gone on for long enough, Harry willed himself back to reality. He didn't expect most of his major alterations to take effect quickly and thought most of the change would occur during the school year, when Dan was at the house alone with Emma, free of major distractions.

Snapping back to the real world, a happy Harry watched a seagull land offshore. He'd seen it circling in the background earlier, and as he entered Dan's mindscape it had just begun its descent. This gave him a fair idea of how much real world time he'd spent in Dan's mind. All the time he'd spent inside the man's psyche had apparently happened almost instantaneously. Smirking at the knowledge he'd gained of her, Harry admired Emma's beauty for a few long moments, not making any effort to survey her assets discreetly. He watched the sun illuminate her large, perky breasts, as a few solitary beads of sweat rolled down, rolling over her hardened nipples, and glistening in the unique light of dawn.

Emma allowed a blissful smile to grace her perfect face, pretending not to notice the boy's attention. Without turning her head, she watched his eyes crawl up and down her body out of the corner of her eye, gaze hidden behind her Gucci sunglasses. Emma was surprised by the slight anxiety she felt as he stared; for the first time in a while she wanted a man to approve of her body.

'She will be mine.' Harry resolved. Dan's temperament was almost going to make this too easy for him, but he couldn't wait to make the Granger family his own. Thinking about how things stood at that moment, he asked himself 'If I can't ease the rift between the sisters now how could I possibly take her and Hermione while preserving the family?' He hardly noticed not including Dan when he mentally referred to the Grangers as a family. He watched the mother's soft breasts shine in the sunlight, then jostle a little bit as she cuddled Hermione into her cleavage. Harry felt his penis move and try to stiffen itself at the sight of Hermione's face resting on her mum's ample assets, but he wasn't too aroused to notice a single tear roll down Hermione's cheek

Standing up, he mentally suppressed his erection before shaking Melody awake and guiding the groggy Granger further down the beach to talk to her. Once he was sure he was out of earshot, he asked her, "What are you going to do about this? You need to patch things up with Hermione now. I won't go the rest of the summer with her unable to be around us, or with her unwilling look at or talk to you."

Melody's eyes went a bit wide and her face paled at the thought. She'd do anything Harry asked her but that didn't mean she was looking forward to the conversation.

"Would you do it Master?" She asked him, trying to sound sweet but failing miserably. Lowering her head slightly she smiled at him through her bangs and swayed her hips enticingly, continuing on to say

"She's too mad at me. It'll be hard to think of what to say." The look Harry gave her made Melody shudder and stop acting cute. It wasn't angry, but stern, and though it was directed at her eyes seemed to take her in entire body and mind.

"No. I'm sure you'll think of something. I hope you do, because we can't have any fun together until you've resolved the situation and Hermione is feeling better. I hope you don't take long; I've gotten used to having you daily."

At this Melody sighed, and assured him she'd take care of it. She went back to her family, sat down next to her father, and mulled over how best to go about approaching her sister.

Talking to her Hermione would be difficult and she hadn't yet thought about how to address the elephant in the room. She couldn't just explain the situation, and she couldn't try to fix it. She didn't feel possessive of Harry; she was his and not the other way around. Melody didn't think she'd mind in the slightest if he'd gone out and made someone his girlfriend; she just would hope he'd come to her for the occasional fuck on the side. Melody wished she could explain to Hermione that she'd be okay with sharing Harry; she'd have already offered if she didn't know how contrary it was to her sister's nature. She'd want a normal relationship, not a part of whatever it was Melody and Harry had. Anyway it wasn't her place to do any 'recruiting' Harry hadn't sanctioned, and since he'd never mentioned involving her sister in their play she had to assume she wasn't welcome.

Though she, Harry, and now her mother, oddly enough, knew Harry was her Master, not her boyfriend, saying he was dating her was the most convenient way to explain their relationship to Hermione. If Melody were to explain the actual arrangement her Master and she had, she might cut ties with the two altogether. Melody felt like she'd betrayed her older sister by being with Harry and keeping it hidden from the family. She felt like she'd stolen a dear and much-anticipated Christmas present that had been meant for someone else, and could never give it back. The only way she could think to handle it would be to deliver Hermione her honest and heartfelt apology, and level with each other regarding their feelings for the same boy.

Taking a deep breath, Melody gathered herself and took the few steps between her and her sister before asking if she would go to the loo with her. A typical girly thing way to talk to someone about personal matters in private. Just as Melody expected her to, Hermione scoffed at her sister's request. She wrinkled her nose up like she smelled something repulsive, then told her

"No. Go by yourself."

"Please? I don't know where it is." Melody watched as Hermione raised her head off her mothers' navel and sat up, some loose hairs stuck to her mouth and left cheek by the same sweat that graced her nubile mothers' nude form. She tried not to think about her mother's lithe and toned body; it was too distracting, and Harry had told her to deal with her sister. She'd try and sneak a few glances later, maybe cuddle with her like her sister was.

Hermione had read some psychology textbooks a few years back, so when she gave Melody her best disdainful glare, she could tell from her tightly folded arms and rigid posture how uncomfortable she was. She decided it would only be fair to make her squirm for a little while longer now.

With one hand she absently pointed at a shack only a hundred feet away that had 'Women's Bathroom' written in clear black lettering, and with the other she dug around in her beach bag, trying to look distracted. She grabbed a tube of sun block and started applying a small amount to her bare chest and shoulders.

"Have fun." She said, deliberately sounding almost defeated except for the touch of venom in her voice. "But not too much fun. I'm sure Harry would get jealous." Melody's was forced to pause at her sister's pointed comment. Before she met Harry, and before he had claimed her, Melody had been withdrawn and timid around most strangers and other children her own age. Her Mum, Dad and best friend/sister had always felt they were fortunate to be able to see her for the loving and precocious young girl she was at heart. Emma always wished that she'd use the charm she showed at home with others, but as a little kid had never been a part of any group except "the Granger clan" as her father liked to call it. Harry had been her first real friend outside of her immediate relatives, just like he was for her older sister.

Subservience to him had essentially cured her of her social anxiety. Being sexually shameless with him helped her lose restrictive inhibitions around others, becoming more confident and outspoken. She'd made more friends in her first year at Hogwarts than she had in her entire life before; she'd finally been able to loosen up a bit. Hermione had never treated her in this way, and both were sore situations that had never been resolved; they were still capable of inciting heated arguments when brought up today.

Growing slightly annoyed with her older sister, Melody asked.

"Hermione, please. I want to talk to you."

"We're talking now aren't we? Even if I don't like it much. Empirical data shows that I won't enjoy any conversation we might have so why don't you just go away?"

"Why are you making this so difficult? Stop being nasty." Melody whined. "Please, Mony. Just come and talk to me for a bit." Mony was an old name Melody had had for her sister. No infant could be expected to pronounce the name Her-my-oh-nee so it had been shortened until she had matured a bit. By using it Melody was appealing to her as an older sister.

Unfortunately for Melody, Hermione wasn't feeling particularly generous or sisterly today. Melody's plea fell on deaf ears, but Emma, who'd been observing the exchange decided to step in. She'd been amused watching Melody flounder at Hermione's rarely seen Great Wall of Bitch, but finally took pity when her eldest flat out refused to listen to anything her youngest had to say.

"Hermione, your sister wants to talk to you. We all know what about. Would you stop torturing her and let her say what she wants to?" Hermione didn't respond immediately, letting the women wait as she mulled it over in the head she had once again rested against her mother's' navel, laying on her back this time. If hadn't been for the story her mother had related to her earlier, she would have most likely forced her sister to get back into her good graces over a laborious period of several months. But she didn't want to end up like her Mum and Aunt Rose. Before Harry, Melody had been her best and only friend, and though she was mad she loved her sister. She was still angry, but thinking of the future she stood up and wordlessly allowed Melody to accompany her to the nearby bathroom.

Hermione entered first, and Melody followed, closing the door behind them.

Hermione regarded her sister, and sighed internally. This was her best friend and sister, she didn't want to be like her mother and simply never talk to the people who hurt her, however unknowing, again for the rest of her life. She'd have to forgive her eventually, and would try and be upfront about what she was feeling, but she could still make Melody work for her forgiveness. She looked at her sister expectantly, who after seeming to think for a moment before speaking.

"Do you want to date Harry?" asked Melody, "If you want I'll stop seeing him, and ask him to ask you to be his girlfriend." She'd still keep up with him in secret, being more careful to keep their activities hidden, but Hermione didn't need to know that.

Caught completely off guard, Hermione stammered out "H-huh?"

"I mean it. He was your friend first, you brought him home, and I wouldn't have met him of not for you. The only reason I'm with him and you're not is because I came on to him."

Inwardly Hermione's heart soared. She knew it! She hadn't expected this at all, didn't know how to react but still, having her suspicions confirmed made her feel better. Gaping like a goldfish, Melody took the opportunity to continue.

"Do you want me to break up with him?"

"NO!" A torn Hermione replied. Composing herself she continued at a more inside friendly volume, "No, I don't want you to break him, and I don't want you you to give him to me. If you want to be together don't let me get in your way. And don't think just because you made those offers I'm ok with you. You should have told me." Then, sounding vulnerable she asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Melody tried not to allow her smile of victory to show on her face. 'YES!' She thought 'The wall has come down. I knew she'd let me in.' Thinking about all the sex she'd get to have with Harry, she did her best to seem apologetic. She looked her sister in her eye sympathetically and reached out to touch her sisters arm to comfort her while her other hand she held on her own heart.

"I'm sorry about that, Hermione. I wanted to, I kept trying to, but I didn't want you to be mad at me. It just sort of happened, and we just got used to keeping it a secret. I swear we didn't mean for it to happen and we certainly didn't want to hurt you."

Hermione snorted. "'It just sort of happened?' What, did you fall down the stairs and land on his dick?" Seeing Melody open her mouth to reply she gestured for her to stop and said "I don't wanna hear it, I'd like to keep my breakfast in my belly thank you very much. Sure I would have been upset, but just for a bit. Anything would have been better than finding out like I did. Seeing Harry shagging my sister in a shack on the beach was about the worst way to find out my crush was unavailable. You're a real skeet you know. You're not even twelve yet." Starting confidently and finishing sounding weak, Melody could hear touches of envy and hurt in her voice and chose not to respond. Hermione had lowered herself to sit against the bathroom wall, and Melody joined her, laying her head on her older sisters' shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Mony." Melody lied, giving her stiff sister a hug. After a pause, Hermione returned, sniffling and doing a heroic job at fighting back her tears. Moments later she again voiced her feelings.

"The worst part is now we can never hang out like we used to."

"Yes we can! Why couldn't we?" Melody asked.

"No, it'll be awkward," Hermione argued, "You two get along so well, I could even see that before. I don't want to be a third wheel."

"Of course it won't! Trust me, as soon as we all start having fun together again everything will be back to normal."

Smiling, spirits improved slightly, Hermione said "Sure. Play with me, then sneak off to shag when we're done. Next time try locking your door."

Responding with a smile of her own, Melody said "Trust me. Let's spend some time together, the three of us, and you'll see how normal and fun it'll be."

Feeling slightly better, Hermione allowed herself to be led back to Harry who was asked to come spend time with them. Consenting, he walked down the beach with them after grabbing his wand. They spent the rest of the morning building massive magical sand castles and breaking each other's down, and then trying to control their giggles as Harry played subtle pranks on an unaware family of sunbathing leprechauns. His pranks culminated in practicing conjuring of a flock of gulls so thick they blocked out the sun, which proceeded to rain excrement down upon hapless beach goers, who summoned umbrellas and cast charms to protect against the torrents of gull poop descending from above and seeping in from all sides. They returned to the beach in front of the hut's while the beachgoers were still too distracted to look for the perpetrators of the crime.

The three then set themselves upon finding ways to creatively improve their magical skills on the beach. They'd each challenged each other to achieve certain tasks. Hermione had been challenged by Harry to alter an entire flock of seabirds in a way that significantly changed the creature's behaviour, and by Melody to create any potion using only the materials on the beach and a basic potion set a kindly which had conjured for her. She'd been unable to find any compounds that noticeably reacted in her cauldron, but had succeeded in giving her selected flock of Mediterranean Gulls sharper and larger talons, a strong serrated bill, changed their eye colour from beady black to an azure (which had hopefully increased their eyes sensitivity to light though she couldn't be sure), and had reversed the colour scheme of the birds plumage from a white body with a black 'hood' to a black body with a white hood. She'd placed the birds under stasis and practiced transfiguring the bird's features and casting simple charms on it before she'd changed it to a point she felt satisfied, before altering the entire flock. The birds had immediately flown inland, and since she'd been trying to make them nocturnal predators she thought she might have succeeded. She was curious as to whether the alterations she'd made would persist into the flock's next generation.

Melody had been challenged by her sister to create a cloud, make it rain, then stop the rain by dispersing the cloud - arguably the hardest task given by any of them - and by Harry to catch and kill a fish using only her elemental powers. Fishing had turned out to be easy. Fish were visible in water waist-deep and on and only responded to the presence of people when someone reached for one. At this point they would then dart away, too quick to be caught, and all Melody had to do was let loose some electricity before they did and reach down and grab them. Creating clouds had been much harder. She tried levitating water, put couldn't gather near enough to to make a complete cloud without overexerting herself. She'd managed to do it by casting a Tergeo, which had been suggested by another onlooker (the trio's spell casting had gathered a small crowd, and inspired others to show off themselves) and caused steam to simmer off the water's surface, making a relatively small, low hanging cloud about thirty meters in the air, roughly spherical with a ten meter diameter. By heating the air around the cloud with conjured fire, she'd compressed it which had caused it to cool and release rain, then casted a Meteolojinx Recanto, which vanished the cloud, suggested by yet another onlooker. Hermione claimed she'd cheated, but the crowd disagreed and Melody didn't care.

Harry had been challenged by Hermione to make a tankless, above-ground aquarium with a complete ecosystem in it, and Melody had challenged him to create something useful from the sand on the beach without transfiguration. Harry completed his first task by conjuring a wooden box frame, two meters high, long, and wide, with thin wood bands spaced horizontally and vertically every twenty cm apart. He brought this to the water, cast an Impervius Charm on the inside, along each wooden strip, then levitated it back to the beach. The charm made it so no water could escape the frame, and he magically gathered sand and rocks, piling them in the bottom, before rooting a few small kelp trees and enough seaweed to obscure the vision through the box, summoning and placing many small herbivorous fish and a few predatory and ones within the tank, as well as some starfish, clams, and an eel. Harry had accomplished Melody's task by creating some glass furniture by gathering a quantity of sand from the beach into a pile and transfiguring some of the sand into sodium carbonate and calcium oxide. He'd then levitated the pile, melted it midair with an Incendio, used transfiguration to shape the molten mixture into the desired furnishments, and cooled the table and each chair with an Aguamenti spell to make glass. About twenty meters offshore there was a heap of misshapen glass from the attempts he'd made before getting the procedure down correctly, thanks in no small part to Hermione's encyclopaedic knowledge of most subjects, which apparently included glass manufacturing.

Thoroughly happy, Hermione gave the two her blessing by the end of the morning. It wasn't easy for her but she told them she was alright with the two of them of being together. She did request however that they at least keep the lovey dovey stuff for when she wasn't there. She accepted them as a couple but she wasn't ready to have it rubbed in her face. Her request was happily accepted. Harry and Melody were used to keeping their relationship private at this point so it wasn't an issue. It would take no great effort to keep out of sight while fucking each other raw, and were glad long absences no longer needed to be accounted for.

The three teens parted by the late afternoon. Hermione could tell Harry and Melody wanted some time alone together, so she left them and went to spend some time with her parents, who were sitting in the chairs and around the table Harry had made earlier. Emma had just explained to Dan that Harry and Melody were an item, and he'd agreed when she'd suggested they be given plenty of privacy.

Once Hermione had marched off, and turned to give a friendly wave, Melody wasted no time in rushing back to Harry's hut, almost dragging her Master with her. Smiling slightly, Harry intentionally neglected to lock the door, leaving it open a crack. He did however cast a Muffliato in the main hallway. He'd barely made it back to his bedroom before a passionate Melody pounced on him. She had him pressed him up against the wall, smiling and returning the kiss, with her lips applying most of the force. Then without breaking their lip lock she spun him in a circle, before falling on the bed and mounting his hips.

Minutes into their 'lovemaking', with Melody bouncing nude on his dick like she was riding a pony, Harry thought that he heard a loud 'pop' slightly muffled by her pelvis pounding on his own. Melody shouted

"Ahh, yes! Fuck me Master!" His suspicions were confirmed when he saw a young blonde girl standing there in the doorway, covered in blood. He sat up and looked at her, and it only took Harry a second to realize it was Gabrielle, the Veela girl he had JUST told off the day before not to approach him. Though his immediate instinct was to be angry at the girl, he remembered his conversation with his sister, and his decision to eventually allow Gabrielle into his little group. Since it seemed to draw her to him, he decided to continue to act like he was disgusted. Before Harry could go off on a tirade however Melody let out a small shriek at the sudden appearance of the small blood-stained child.

"You whore! How DARE you have sex with my Master!" Gabrielle cried as she rushed towards Melody, laying into her with her tiny fists. A flushed, panting and confused Melody caught and held the girl's wrists, before looking at her Master, his dick still sheathed within her. A furious Gabrielle fought to break Melody's grip, and opened her mouth as if she was going to say more, but Harry's backhand stunned her and shut her up.

"What the fuck are you doing here, you stupid little cunt?" Harry asked icily, eyes narrowed. Legitimately annoyed at being interrupted pre-climax, he failed to notice the blood covering the girl's arm and part of her shirt. "Didn't I tell you what would happen if I saw you again?"

"Who the hell is this? How do you know her?" Melody asked. She was annoyed at how quickly the mood had died, but it wasn't like she couldn't fuck more later. Now her curiosity was peaked.

"She's a Veela." Harry explained. "From the colony. She's a nymphette, and tried using her powers on me to get me to rape her, and to dominate her. We met last year in France when her mother helped her be with me, and yesterday I ran into the two of them and bedded this little slut and her whore mother." He looked her over, then furrowed his brow and asked "Gabrielle, are you bleeding? Where'd all that blood come from?"

At the same moment Melody's pussy tingled at the idea of a mother/daughter threesome, Gabrielle remembered where she'd come from, what had happened, and remembered how badly her sister was hurt. Panic and urgency in her eyes, she curtsied, bowed, and said

"Forgive me maître, I 'ave been insolent and I apologize." Harry's eyebrows rose in approval at her tone and at the fact that her eyes met his feet instead of his own countenance. She quickly explained "Strangers 'ave attacked ma famille! mon père 'as been killed, and my sister 'as been badly injured. We tried to Apparate to the Veela Colony, but I accidentally took us 'ere. Maître, I beg you, please 'elp my sister."

Unable to think of a way to explain a dead body and a girl covered in blood, and interested in encourage this girl's loyalty, Harry thought it best to see what he could do to help. He nodded at Gabrielle, who relaxed and let out a sigh. She was visibly relieved, and motioned for Harry to follow her into the other room.

Once he walked in, he saw a teenage girl a few years older than himself bleeding badly all over the floor. If not for the crimson liquid staining her skin, clothes and the floor around her, she might have been quite breathtaking. Harry was well aware that his knowledge of healing charms was paltry at best and her wounds were quite severe. He could only think to do two things. It wasn't enough to save her life, but it might buy her some time, or at least keep her alive long enough for a trained Healer to get to her. Holding out two fingers, he ignited his fingertips so they burned like a blow torch, then dragged his fingers along the length of the wound, from one side of her abdomen to the other. Hopefully cauterizing the wound would stopping the bleeding before she lost too much blood.

He called for his familiar. "Aneira, come here quickly. I need you."

Upon hearing her Master's voice, Harry's familiar came running from the kitchen where she'd been staying since they had arrived at camp. With a natural aversion to heat, she had only left when she was training with her Master, or to lay about in the shade outside the hut. She hopped up on the dresser near the door to get a good vantage point of the room.

Feeling both interest and curiosity through their bond he explained the situation to his Familiar.

"I'm just as lost as you are girl, but I need you to freeze her abdomen, can you do that for me? I'm sure she'll find some way to thank you." He added as an afterthought.

Aneira hopped off of her seat on Harry's dresser and transformed into her tiger form. With a look of concentration she carefully froze the girls' midsection, doing her best to hold everything in place for as long as possible.

"Thanks Aneira," Harry said as he stroked her back, before he turned to the other two. "Now let's go to the Healer's Hut and find someone to help your sister. After that, Gabrielle, you can tell me more about what happened." Harry instructed. He sent Gabrielle, who'd shuddered at her name being used (and been glared at by Melody), a sidelong look to see if she got his hint, only to see her smile prettily at him and nod in confirmation. They would be talking later, and until then she would keep things to herself.

With that settled Harry cast a levitation charm at Gabrielle's sister and a Disillusionment Charm on each of them before he walked quickly towards the Healer's hut a few rows down.

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While Gabrielle and Fleur were being sorted out at the Healer's Hut, Apolline was held within the dungeons of Averna's Encampment. The same guard that had the unfortunate duty to inform the Dark Priestess of Princess Ariel's escape, named Zale, now had the much easier job of explaining the deployed team's results. He was not without concern though, Averna had proved to be a difficult Mistress to please. He currently had contradicting orders to tell her of their success and orders to leave her be for the evening. If he didn't tell her that they got Apolline now, he would be punished severely for not telling her sooner, but if he interrupted her at the wrong moment he might lose a limb. Oh how much he hate this part of the job, but he was still fanatically loyal to her. The perk of being invited into her bedchambers far more regularly than any other of his fellow warriors did in no small part to fuel his deviation.

Hearing a gasp, a sigh, then a few moments of silence, he entered the throne room. His heart rate skyrocketed had the unusual sensation of his stomach dropping at the exact moment his dick began to harden when the first thing he heard as he walked through the door was his Mistress crying out in pleasure.

"AHH yes my pet, just like that. Fuck me HARD you stupid bastard!" Entering the room fully, he felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight of two of Averna's male pets fucking her in one of her favourite positions. One slave was kneeling, and held her legs in a full split, a little over two feet off the ground with a hard cock in her ass. The other had mounted her and jack-hammered into her easily accessible cunt. As she was fucked, her eyes were shut tight and she wore a wide smile as her sex servants, men and women watched and played with each other.

Waiting for his Mistress to cum, Zale tried to decide whether to pity or envy the sex slaves. They had been charmed to always be in a state of arousal, and whether Averna was around or not they were always engaged in intercourse unless they were eating or sleeping, and sometimes even then. Pain and pleasure were equal parts of their lives, and were free of all responsibility and accountability. Zale looked out at the two dozen beautiful sex slaves and decided that though their lives were simple and pleasant, often they were forced to engage in shocking depravity and he couldn't see himself surrendering so absolutely to the will of another. Though he was subservient to Averna, he still retained his personality and individuality. The slave's, eight men and sixteen women bound fully as sex toys, had no name but Slave. They didn't speak - unless Averna willed them to - but to moan, and they were completely dehumanized by anyone who used them, men more so than women.

Still, they were pleasant to look at. All were remarkably attractive, and they had a medley of body types, hair colours, ethnicities, and apparel. Their attire would be inadequately described as sparse. Their feet were permanently bare, and always wore outfits designed exclusively for sexual service. The men wore seamless black leather, put on magically and never removed, starting at mid-calf and ending at the upper thigh, at the groin area. Nothing of the ass, hip, dick, or balls was covered. On their torso they wore the same material, starting in a glove on the right hand, covering the arms and shoulder, exposing only the fingertips of the left hand, and extending downward to the sternum and mid-back. The women wore a wider diversity of outfits. Some wore outfits based on the men's, the only difference being the breasts were exposed. Some wore panties French maid outfits, complete with five-inch heels, fishnet stockings, black garters, and skirts short enough to expose the base of the labia and cover only the upper half of the ass. Some wore transparent baby doll lingerie in various colours, and some wore tan silk corsets and garters, and some wore nothing but a fabric girdle and duct taped "x's" over their nipples, and some were nude but for chains and shackles on their wrists and necks, and some wore nothing at all. The only thing they had in common was they were all hooded like falcons, the men wearing leather covering their heads down to their noses and the women wearing black blindfolds. Whatever they wore, they always wore it and could not remove their attire without magical assistance.

Lost in thought, Zale returned to the present moment when Averna gasped erotically and let out a long, rapturous moan. The slave fucking had detached himself from her cunt and collapsed, exhausted, on the ground, while the one holding her gingerly pulled her off his cock before falling to the floor himself. She slowly stood up, humming, utterly satiated, and paused looking at Zale as semen leaked out of her ass and pussy and ran down the curves of her leg.

"Mis-Mistress, I've important news." He stammered, fear and lust for his Mistress's body warring.

"What is it?" Averna asked as she walked over and caressed one of her other pets. "This better be really important, as you can see I am busy right now and I told you not to interrupt me for the rest of the day.

"I-I know Mistress, and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't great importance." The guard said quickly, as he tried not to ogle at his Mistress's body, or of that of the men fucking her. He struggled with his arousal to maintain focus as his member, at full attention, struggled with his cloth pants to maintain form. He knew that while his Mistress didn't punish her subjects for looking, she did punish them for being so absorbed in the display that they couldn't give their report.

"I've come to inform you that our people have captured Apolline, alive and completely unharmed, and she is now being held within our dungeons."

Averna pushed the girl roughly to the floor and sat naked on the throne, her pets sitting around the her as if nothing happened.

"That is good news Guardsman Zale." Averna said happily as she cast a stinging hex at one of the completely nude women, a blonde, to let her know she'd been selected, and called her over to absently play with her body; it helped her think. The leather hoods and blindfolds made pointing inefficient in making the slaves aware of who was being referred to so Averna had taken to giving light pain to the toys she wanted to play with. It kept them sharp, she felt.

"And what of her daughter, Gabrielle?"

"Forgive me, but she wasn't with our people when they returned." Guardsman Zale said, kneeling and bowing deeply to his Mistress, trying hard not to take notice of her body, nor the shapely woman she was playing with.

"I was informed that while the rest of the group were being eliminated, Gabrielle and her sister Fleur Apparated away. The eldest was severely injured and the youngest was incredibly distraught over her father's death; it is believed they Splinched themselves fatally. The fight was louder than predicted, however, and our people were not given a chance to verify this."

Averna looked thoughtful, although she would have liked a clean mission, especially since she knew the guard detail given to the Delacour's had comprised completely of rookie's, but the main objective had been secured and she did say she wouldn't be angry about it. Pushing down her annoyance, she gave her orders.

"Contact one of our spies in the Colony, I want them to go back and find out if the daughters were indeed killed or not. I also want her to find out what the locals know, both the public and the police force. I don't want the attack linked back to us, is that clear Guardsman Zale?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Also, bring Apolline to me." Averna instructed with a growing smile of interest, "I would like to have a little talk with her."

"Yes Mistress." Zale bowed dutifully and left to carry out her orders.

A half an hour later when Zale reappeared with Apolline, who was chained at the feet and waist, and she was guarded by four Veela Guards that Averna had gained over the years, just in case the woman tried to use her Allure to escape. By this time, Averna was back in her clothes and was sitting in her throne ravishing her pretty blonde pet.

Zane easily picked up on Averna's wordless gestures with practised ease and secured Appoline before the throne in a forced kneeling position, with the chains tied firmly into the ground, Averna shoved the blonde woman to the ground, and her slave kneeled beside her.

"Greetings Appoline, I've wanted to meet you for quite some time."

"Who are you?" Asked a fearful Appoline, "What do you want?"

"I am Averna, as for what I want… well I already have what I want; you."

"What?" Appoline blurted out.

"You see, you're a key piece in my quest to acquire Artemis's Bow." Averna explained, "Either you tell me where I can find it, or I get your half-sister, Queen Jasmine, to trade it to me for you. Either way, I will be getting what I want."

"I don't know where the Bow eez, and even if I did know where it was, I wouldn't tell you," Appoline said defiantly, "and the Queen won't give it to you either. The Bow belongs to the Veela, and I'll die before it falls into another's hands."

"Oh now, no need to be so dark my dear." Averna purred as she stood from her throne and walked slowly to where Appoline lay. The Priestess stroked the other woman's face gently before her expression shifted and became far more threatening.

"There's no need to use the 'D' word around here. In fact, I think we'll have some fun before I even tell your sister of my demands. I always have had a taste for Veela. I do love playing with your kind. They always break so easily, but they fight so very hard. It's just adorable." Averna said as she licked Appoline's lips and kissed her forcefully. Appoline tried to pull away, but Averna had already firmly grasped the back of her head and chin and held her in place, squeezing her cheeks painfully to force Appoline's mouth open. Even biting at her lips and tongue didn't do anything to discourage Averna's probing mouth; if anything Appoline's resistance made her more enthusiastic than she already had been. It seemed like the woman was just too experienced with forcing intimacy to be dissuaded.

As the two kissed though, Averna let one of her hands roam through Appoline's hair and around her face, while the other hand opened up Appoline's robes and caressed her breasts and sides. It would be about five minutes before Averna pulled away and say to Appoline, "No matter how much willpower they might have, they all end up submitting to me. They all end up begging me to finish what I start. Let's see how long you last, I hope you prove stronger than my previous Veela captives; you are, after all, the sister of the Queen. I would expect a higher quality."

Over the next few hours, Averna had her fun with Appoline, but Appoline wouldn't break; not like she did with Harry Potter. Having experienced the Boy-Who-Lived's pavlovian style of intercourse, it would take more than Averna's admittedly-effective physical stimulation for her to crack. She was proud she'd managed to keep from climaxing and help up well under the pain of the whips, burns, and needles Averna had inflicted on her when she'd been forced to resort to pain when pleasure wasn't breaking the Veela. It would seem the incident with Harry, and the subsequent mental training she had gone through with the Elders had been the ideal practice to hold out against Averna.

Averna sat back and reflected on what she had learned. The interrogation was mostly a failure, but it didn't need to really be a success so it was no great loss. There was an unexpected knowledge gained, the confirmation that Gabrielle was obsessed with gaining Harry Potter as her master, and had actually succeeded in seducing him - and even unintentionally gotten her mother taken alongside her - was a very valuable bit of information. This also meant the person she wanted to join her was on Lesvos, which meant it would be easier to set up a meeting with him. She called one of her Guardsman and gave the order to her people to keep an eye out for Harry Potter. Organized search parties weren't needed quite yet, but if they happened to find him it would be a pleasant twist of fate. With that order made, Averna decided to take a break from stimulating Appoline and begin planning out exactly how she would convince Harry Potter to join her. She had a feeling she would need to see reports of what his behaviour was like before she could really fine tune her pitch, but she could at least get a general plan worked out.

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Gabrielle spent the next few hours worrying about her sister's health. Fleur spent them fading in and out of consciousness. Gabrielle's injuries were healed in just a few seconds, being little more than a bit of blistered skin and miniscule cuts and bruises, but shock was the most serious health concern, and that was healed simply by Harry being there. To Gabrielle's delight and Melody's immense irritation, the Healer had taken note of how much more relaxed being around Harry made her and had gone so far as to recommend Gabrielle stay in physical contact with Harry. Lucy immediately chimed in, distracting Harry away from scolding Gabrielle for her roaming hands, teasing his dick whenever she felt she could get away with it. Gabrielle had taken his failure to reprimand her as a sign of approval, and almost constantly was in some way brushing up against his dick. Harry could tell Melody had noticed, and had to admit her quiet fury was funny.

The Healer had confirmed what they all knew at first glance. Fleur was severely hurt, and she had a deep cut to her abdomen that nearly severed her spine. There were also a few severe burns too. It was only thanks to Harry sealing the wound and having Aneira freeze her organs that Fleur hadn't bled to death, internally or externally, between Harry's Hut and the Healers. Even then the Healers only knew the basic healing charms, as they were only novice Healers, working for the summer there to get money to become fully trained and licensed. Needless to say it was touch and go for Fleur, who nearly died several times. The entire time Gabrielle could be found either near her sister or attached to Harry, following his instructions and refusing to say a word about what happened.

While the Healers did what they could for Fleur, Melody, fed up watching Gabrielle rub against her lover and not wanting to compete over a man with a seven year old, left to inform Hermione and her parents about what had happened. They met Harry at the tent, who forced Gabrielle to settle down for Hermione and Emma's sake, and Dan asked Harry how he knew the girls. He made up a half-lie about meeting Gabrielle and her mother last year, and yet again the day before, so they knew who he was, and for some reason appeared in his room when he and Melody were making out.

Once they knew that Fleur was alright, Gabrielle began to explain what had happened to them earlier on. Once she finished, Harry summarised up what she'd told him.

"So you were attacked by an unknown group for reasons unknown, they killed your father and the guards with you, and injured your sister badly as she tried escape with you."

"Zat's sums it up, Monsieur Harry." Gabrielle nodded.

"But why did you appear in Harry's Hut?" Emma inquired.

"I'm not really sure, Madame Granger." Gabrielle admitted, "I can only guess zat in my sisters weakened state, combined with my fear, my magic took over and took us to somewhere I felt safe; wherever 'Arry eez. You see Madame Granger, I'm a great fan of 'Arry Potter, when I first saw 'im with my mother last year, I grew a crush on 'im -" The Granger sisters gave the young Veela a dark look. Either Gabrielle didn't see or care about these looks, as she went on to say, "When I saw 'im, I felt safe and cared for, so when my sister was weakened, I zink my magic took control and as I said took us where I felt safe."

"I'll be honest and say I don't really understand all this magic," Emma said frankly but not sceptically, with Dan nodding in agreement, "but I'm glad that you were taken somewhere safe. I have to ask, what happened to your mother?"

"I don't know," Gabrielle said quietly, "but I believe zat zey captured 'er, as most of zeir attacks zeemed to avoid 'er on purpose. I zink zey want something from ze Queen."

"Why would they capture your mother to get something from your Queen?" Dan wondered.

"Because my mother eez 'er half-sister." Gabrielle revealed. "Although I'm not sure what zey would want from ze Queen zough."

"Do you know who took your mother?" Emma asked softly.

"I would 'ave said ze Mermaids," Gabrielle said as she thought about it, "as our races never really gotten along with each other, and some would want war with each other so zey could kill the other race off." While the younger Grangers and Harry were shocked and even horrified one species would try and wipe another off the face of the planet for any reason, much less one they didn't even remember anymore, the elder Grangers were familiar enough with world history to know that there had been plenty of wars that had been fought for similar reasons.

"Zat eez, until I saw one of ze woman in ze group. She felt a lot like a Veela 'erself, but she was much more powerful zan a normal Veela. She 'ad powers zat not even ze Elders 'ave. I'm not too sure, but I zink she aligned 'erself with ze Dark Lady zat eez rumoured to be on zese islands somewhere. I zink zat zis Dark Lady gave zis Veela more power and skill."

Although Harry didn't show it, his mind was very active as he processed what he was hearing. A powerful dark sorceress, as Gabrielle described her to be, could be a useful ally to have. If he was lucky, she could teach him more magic than he knew and help him to learn what he needed before he eventually stabbed her on the back, as per tradition and logical pursuit of self-interests.

Not knowing what else to say, Emma asked, "What are you planning to do?"

"I'm 'oping zat 'Arry would help me," Gabrielle began to explain. "I was 'oping to find a few clues as to who attacked my family, and 'opefully find out where zey went. Once I did. I could tell the Elders and zey could send a rescue party to save our maman. So 'Arry Potter, will you 'elp me save her?"

Harry wouldn't normally just accept this blindly, but the benefits were readily apparent for him. If he found Appoline, he would find the Dark Lady, and if he allied himself with the Dark Lady, he might manage to get her to give him Appoline, which would then put the Veela Queen in his debt. To do this properly though he had to make some conditions first.

"Okay, I'll help you," He agreed, pausing briefly so Gabrielle could absorb the words, smiling brightly at him and sliding up to him to give him a soft hug, before he started again, sterner now, "but I go on my own. I don't want you to get hurt or caught in the crossfire should someone be looking for you who wants you dead." To Gabrielle he whispered so know one else could hear, "I don't want you calling me maître until I decide I want to be your maître, understand, mon petit jouet?" Gabrielle blushed, and repressing a smile nodded lightly. As she did, a weak voice behind Gabrielle said

"Non." Harry turned, worried the voice's owner had heard him, and the group turned with him to see Fleur awake and sitting upright. Emma immediately called the Healer who came in and, seeing that Fleur awake and sitting, began to do some checks on her. As the Healer did this, Fleur carried on to say,

"I want to come with you 'Arry Potter. Zis is my family and I want to find monPapa's body and bring it back to give 'im a proper burial. I also want to know if muzzer is dead or not, and if not find clues as to where she eez."

A seven year old Harry could deal with, no matter what she thought and how lofty her ambitions, it would be simple to subdue her and stash her in his hut. She would wake up angry, but he would have the adults on his side on the matter so there would be nothing she could do until they were alone, and that was a scenario he could deal with. But someone like Fleur, who was older and possibly more experience than him when it came to combat would be difficult to explain away as being 'for her own safety'. Quickly thinking up an excuse he asked the Healer,

"Healer, is she fine to leave her bed so soon?"

Harry was hoping that the Healer would say Fleur was unfit and would need to stay in bed, but it wasn't to be as the Healer answered,

"As long as she takes things easy and doesn't get into any fights she should be fine. Most of her injuries are healed, she just needs to take things easy for the next few days, that's all."

'Damn it.' Harry thought, 'That certainly complicates things…' He was broken from his thoughts as Fleur said,

"And you'll need my help anyway. By now the Aurors are on the scene and they won't be willing to tell you anything. If I come with I can use my Allure to make the men talk. I have no idea what skills you possess, but I'm confident my Allure will work better."

Harry was annoyed at the slight against his skill, even if she didn't mean it in any mean way, but admitted she might be right.

"Fine, the two of you can come, but no one else." He added as he rounded on the Granger sisters, who were still giving the other girls dark looks, though for different reasons now.

"I know you two want to come too, but I don't know what or who I might find. I'm already against these two coming, but it's their parents so I can't really say no to them - it would be the same if this happened to you two. Anyway, we'll just be looking for clues, so nothing should go wrong. It'll probably take a few hours, that's all." Melody and Hermione were unhappy with this and complained about feeling left out, but Emma had accepted his explanation and told the two girls that they were to stay with their parents. It was taking everything she had for Melody not to hex the flirty seven-year-old, and Hermione was still jealous when seeing Harry alone with women, especially the beautiful Fleur. Grumbling, they retreated to a corner and spoke lowly enough that no one else could hear them. Turning once more he addressed the two blondes,

"I'm going to get some clothes, I'll be right back."

With that Harry quickly went and got changed before heading back to the Healer's Hut where he found his tag alongs dressed as well, in cleaned and mended clothes. With them were the Grangers, who weren't about to let him leave without at least getting the final word. Before the new trio could leave Emma pulled him into a hug and said, "Be careful Harry, I don't want to hear that you've gotten hurt or anything." Her daughters nodded in agreement, and Harry let his face dwell on her breasts for a moment, feeling a nipple pressed against his cheeks through a single layer of fabric.

"We're only going to investigate the scene of the crime." Harry explained placatingly, "I'm not expecting any problems, I don't think the attackers would come back so soon with the Aurors fresh on the scene still. Even if anything does happen, I can handle myself."

"I know you can Harry," Hermione pleaded, "but please be careful anyway. We just sorted out our problems and I don't want to lose you."

"I'll be fine, Hermione." Harry assured, moving to hug her. He was annoyed by the sudden addition of clothes after wanting to feel her naked body for so long, but suppressed that thought; now wasn't the time for that. "I should be back in about three hours, if that." He was surprised when Hermione gave him a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek, her soft lips touching the corner of his mouth, and Melody gave him a full on snog before giving a heartbroken-seeming Gabrielle an evil smile. Dan looked uncomfortable, and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could Harry grabbed the each Delacour sister by an arm, and they left to go to the place where they'd last seen their parents. Before they turned the corner, Gabrielle looked back at Melody, stuck out her tongue and moved Harry's hand so she could hold it, causing each Granger to laugh except for Melody.

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As Fleur predicted the scene of the crime was swarming with Aurors that had closed the area off from the public. As the three of them came closer to the border the Aurors had set up, they saw several people in red robes move to surround them. One of them took a step closer and addressed the trio with a thick Greek accent.

"I'm sorry but this area is closed off due to an active investigation, please find another way around."

It was Harry who spoke first, "That's why we're here. You're an Auror, I assume?"

"I am." The Auror nodded, "Auror Cora, and what do you mean that's why you three are here?"

"These two women were attacked here earlier." Harry answered.

"Is this true, ladies?" Auror Cora addressed them.

"Zis eez true, Auror Cora." Fleur answered before she went on to explain what happened.

"I'm sorry about your father." Auror Cora said. "There have been a few rumours about a group that you described. Until now that was all we thought they were, rumours. We have almost no proof of their existence, and nothing concrete, many of us thought it was other criminals shifting their crime onto someone else, someone that wasn't real. But with your testimony, we can open an investigation about this group. Do you know anymore about them?"

"Non, only what I told you." Fleur shook her head.

"'Ave you found my Papa's body?" Little Gabrielle asked quietly.

"We have, Miss Delacour…" Auror Cora said remorsefully, "We sent his body to Auror's Headquarters where you can pick it up for burial once we're finished identifying his wounds."

"What about the mother?" Harry asked.

"Sorry sir we haven't." The Auror sighed, "It is as the young ladies feared, It looks like she was kidnapped."

"Is zeir clues of who zey were or where she were taken?" Fleur asked as she put more power into her Allure, and those who weren't looking at her and sister strangely were doing so now, and those who were already doing so were looking more like she was in a trance. To Harry it seemed like they were pretty close to dropping to their knees and begging for Fleur's attention.

Cora, right in from of Fleur, was staring her with almost literal hearts in his eyes. Harry had enough warning to raise his Occlumency barriers, so he was safe. His more jaded personality lost any respect he had for these men as they nearly debased themselves for just a glance. Still, Fleur's Allure was a useful tool.

"Normally I'm not allowed to say, but for you, beautiful lady, I'll tell you anything you want." The Auror said with what he must have thought was a charming smile, but due to his almost inebriated state it came off too… dopey to really possess any kind of appeal.

"So far we've found nothing apart for your father's body and wand. If it wasn't for the corpse, it would be as if nothing had happened. I'm sorry I couldn't be any more help, but I'm sure I can help you in other ways."

"No, I'm fine." Fleur said with a badly concealed look of disgust as she lowered her powers and began to walk off when she spotted something strange out of the corner of her eye, "I've got other things to do at the moment, another time maybe."

As she left, Harry and her sister followed her. "Well that was… unhelpful. You don't look a disappointed as I thought you'd be, did you get something?" Harry wondered.

The girls took his disappointment in thinking that he was disappointed that they didn't get anywhere in finding their mother, but they were completely wrong, he was far more disappointed in not finding the Dark Lady. "Zat might not 'ave been any 'elp, but I did see something strange." Fleur confirmed.

"Oh, what's that?" Harry asked, interested.

"I saw a Veela from the Colony." Fleur answered, "She eez the 'Ead Librarian of the National Library, and at ze moment she 'as no reason to be out 'ere. Not only would she not be allowed out without a few 'Igh Guards, considering the important information she knows, but she has others to go out and get what she needs."

"So do you think she knows something about the attack on you and your family?" Harry wondered.

"I don't know, I 'ope not seeing that she eez a family friend," Fleur explained with worry creeping into her voice, "but either way, I would like to know why she eez out without an escort protecting 'er. So I say we follow 'er and see where she goes."

Seeing no other option to find the information he was after, he followed Fleur's lead and began stalking the Librarian.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Authors Note:Here ends another chapter of Vulcan, I would like to 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.

Poll Results from : In the last chapter I asked you should I add Fairy Tail into this version of the story, like I did in the last version of the story? I asked as me and my beta reader had a different point of view about it. I wanted to do it, but he didn't. So to help me decide what I should do, I thought I let you the readers decide what should happen. So here is the results and I have to say it was a close call throughout the voting, it been a close call between them. If these won't the results you wanted I'm sorry, but I did allow you to vote and if the vote isn't the way you wanted: you should have voted.

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Seeing that the yeses got it, it is with great happiness to say that Fairy Tail will be part of this story. So with that I would like to hear your thoughts about an idea I got. I'm think about having Averna giving Harry a Dragon Lacrima, maybe Daphne too or have Harry find one and give it to her, and Harry become a Dragon Slayer too. However, seeing that Averna was from the Temple of Circe, who looks up all kinds of magic, she would find a few, but this was is special it was a dual one, a Fire Dragon and one other. (I was thinking that the Researchers experimented on one and made this one time dual Lacrima that Averna took shortly after becoming evil.) What I want to know which the other, or should there be another, I was thinking maybe instead of a Dragon Slayer ability, it could be a God Slayer ability. But I thought I allow you the readers to decide about this too. Let put it to a vote, and this'll last until Harry's birthday so maybe the next chapter or the one after that, we'll see:

So should Harry have a dual Lacrima ability - should you want a dual one let me know what the other one should be:

Just a single Dragon Lacrima:

A dual Lacrima (dual Dragon Slayer):

A dual Lacrima (Dragon/God Slayer):

Let me know your thoughts about the idea.

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