Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: Sorry I was late for posting this chapter but it is due to the fact that I have to proof read the entire thing. Also, my inspiration is going down due to lack of reveiws for my story. I feel like I am failing my readers in the story. Guys if you won't tell me, how will I know what to do. Also, I will be giving a summary of plot after the next chapter so hold your horses everyone.
Ok now moving on to the chapter...
Legend
Ashley Donovan (Peverell) : Formerly known as Hermione Granger
Evangeline Aphrodite (Black) : Formerly known as Daphne Greengrass
Artemis Taylor:Formerly known as Susan Bones
Chapter 5
August 2nd, 1988
Lily's Pad
Harry Potter wondered if someone up there was messing with him always. Right now he was lying down completely naked in some underground cavern near the forested area of Lily's Pad. Ashley had explained to him that they had constructed this cave as a backup point for emergencies and as an emergency stash point for hiding. It was beautiful in its own sense but right now Harry wasn't interested in the beauty of the place but rather at the large silver knife in Artemis's hands which she was twirling around like an extension of her body. She made several fast movements that were more like a blur to him and then looked at him with a predatory look. Evangeline was looking rather calm but that was Eve for you, calm no matter what problem came her way. Harry wanted to bolt but then Eve spoke up," Stop scaring him Artemis. I won't allow you to terrorise him any longer. Do the examination and then we have to talk about his magical studies. The results can wait till the afternoon."
Artemis pouted but Eve shot her an annoyed looking glare making her wilt and then looked back at the naked Harry on the floor. Ashley was looking a bit giddy and peaky. Artemis sighed to herself and then stood over Harry and began speaking in a long chant that ended with her pricking Harry's arm with her knife and allowing the blood that feel to be collected in a glass vial. She then added the vial to a small cauldron that bubbled and frothed on the addition of the final ingredient and then a heavy white smoke came billowing out and it was all silent in the cave. Artemis took out what remained of the contents of the cauldron and then from her purse pulled out an old looking book that was too large for the purse and began waving her wand over the remains of the potion which glowed and then was sucked into a scroll which grew heavier and longer as writing appeared on it.
'More Magic! 'thought a thoroughly engrossed Harry.
Eve asked," Is that what I think it is, Artie?"
When Artemis simply nodded, Eve growled out a fine making Harry shiver at her angry looking face before he was simply dressed in two flicks of her wand and then was frog marched away from Artemis who ignored them in favour of pouring over the old book. Just looking at the book was enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as if he was in the presence of something unearthly. Ashley followed them but not after talking with Artemis a bit to which the woman simply nodded and spoke something back making Ashley blush who then hurried back to them.
Eve took Harry through the twisting pathways out of the cavern to bright sunlight making his eyes blink and water from the sharp light. Ashley caught up to them, her cheeks still pink but she looked more composed than Eve who looked a bit pensive and worried. Harry was a bit worried since he had never seen Eve loose her composure and that was an unsettling feeling. Ashley suddenly spoke making Eve snap her head towards her," It is only a copy of the original, made back in twelve hundreds. You worry too much Eve. Don't worry, for Artemis is not that of a fool." When Eve looked a bit relived, she spoke again," Let's have some snacks and give Harry his new work schedule. You have to explain to him many things, especially his status and the expectations that would be asked by the Magical World. I will get the books on Mind Magic and Magical theory ready. I am sorry Harry but though it might seem a bit strange and forceful but you will understand it later on. Till then I ask of you to simply trust us." With that, Ashley vanished with a soft pop like a large bubble bursting leaving Harry with Eve alone.
Harry looked back at Eve who was staring at him with an unreadable expression. Harry thought about what Ashley had said and immediately understood what was the problem. Eve's body language spoke all and Harry immediately managed to divine her fears.
"I am not going to leave you alone. After all that you have done for me, I owe you several chances at starting over. Though I understand that you might feel that I am a bit young for that, I care for you, all of you, even though I met the others a few days back only. So please don't think that I will run away now. I will make my parents and my family proud-" whatever he might have wanted to say was lost when Eve hugged him tightly, pressing his face into her bosom and making his cheeks slightly pink. She released him and then wiped away her own tears and then proceeded to drag him back to the house where she began going over his family history and recent history of the world he was supposed to enter at the age of eleven.
Ashley's Book Store
Big Whinging
Ashley arrived at the backroom of the shop with a slight pop and then allowed herself to balance herself mentally. The last three days had been hectic to say was the least she could say about the life she was living. Harry now knew about his magical heritage. If anything was missing, Eve would explain it to him completely. Unlike a certain old, twinkling eye coot who kept everything close to his chest and thought of himself as Merlin's second Incarnation, they were going to tell him the entire truth and not allow him to go half cocked and uninformed on a battlefield. She sat down on a couch with a groan and took a look around the secret room that contained many copies of magical books. This was one of Ashley's hidden stashes all over the country and contained money, potions and several other necessities that one might need for emergency or for hiding for months. She took out her personal wand that had been handcrafted for her after breaking her original wand years ago from a wand maker and master crafter in Greece. Unlike the premade Mr. Ollivander's wands, a personally crafted magic wand was more powerful and closely matched to one's magical power making one's magic flow and spells easier and more powerful.
Ashley had nothing against Mr. Ollivander but he was the only legal wand maker in Britain because Albus Dumbledore wanted control over Magical Britain and he had secretly passed a legislation in the Wizengamot making personal wand crafting illegal. The bloody hypocrite himself possessed three self crafted wands along with That Wand but that was not the point here. The point was the Ministry like bloody sheep had allowed the Magical World to cut off their most important tools even if they were too much dependant on them.
A knock on the door of the shop allowed Ashley to get out of her musings. She looked into the mirror tied into the indentifying ward on the front door and smiled to herself on seeing her cute eight year old version outside the shop looking a bit hopeful. Ashley wondered to herself at the wide range of curiosity that her younger counterpart possessed. Wondering more about the days that allowed them to be more carefree and happy at Hogwarts in their world.
Shaking herself out of those depressing thoughts, she opened the door and caught the obviously impatient girl just about to knock again.
"Oh! Good morning, Miss Ashley. How are you today? And where were you since the last two days? My parents and I were getting worried sick about you. I missed you so much. Can I come inside?" she asked one after another, before blushing bright red and shutting her mouth with an audible click.
Ashley giggled softly at her younger counterparts behaviour before giving Hermione a wide smile and then gestured to her to come inside the shop. Hermione gave an another blinding smile before bounding inside and almost bouncing off the walls. She was really happy that Miss Ashley had come back for she missed her a lot when she had abruptly gone off somewhere without telling anyone where she had gone off. Hermione knew that she was very much attached to Miss Ashley but since this woman had helped her a lot and Hermione felt that she owed her a lot.
"You know Hermione, you should try to breathe and then ask questions slowly so that the others may understand them. I know that you were excited but one must try to control his/ her emotions to be more successful and remain calm in the face of danger." When Hermione looked at her with her wide brown eyes and nodded, she chuckled and continued," as for where I was gone, it was an emergency. A friend of mine wanted to talk to me and I had to go to meet her. The last two days were hectic and I did leave a message for you on your landline. While I am back, I still have to go back to my friend for a few more days. But I still have some time. Let's go meet your mother. I'll give your gift there." She finished and held out her hand.
Hermione looked a bit teary but simply put her own hand in hers and both of them moved out of the shop. After closing the shop, both of moved towards Hermione's home where no doubt a set of worried parents were waiting for her daughter to come back.
The Cavern
Near Lily's Pad
Artemis had just finished reviewing Harry's scan results, and had managed to categorise most of the problems. The results were…. Not pretty, to say the least. She wanted to at least strangle the damn Dursley's with their intestines or burn them slowly in hot oil for the shit they put Harry into. The five years of the Dursleys' abuse had not been kind to him. Drastically low bone density, underdeveloped internal organs, multiple hairline fractures and minor infections were only the tip of the iceberg of the mess that was Harry's body. The only thing keeping him in any semblance of relatively good health was his magic, and that would have been heavily taxed very soon if not for Eve using potions and Elixirs to repair much damage on the surface.
Thankfully, proper magical healing could fix just about anything.
"OK," She began to herself, "I can deal with the remaining problems associated with his previous malnutrition with a course of potions. That should handle most of the trouble. Though, Eve did a marvellous job of taking care of most of the continuing issues regarding old injuries."
She nodded to herself and made a few notes on a large scroll. There were at least two cases of broken bones having not healed properly and contained minor cracks, and some lingering problems left over from a head injury. "I think I will be able to handle that easily."
She thought of starting off with a heavy diet of ultra-potent nutrient potions to give his body enough raw materials to work from. Spells would then cast to direct the nutrients to the appropriate sites in his body, followed by an everyday dose of healing potions. Skele-Gro and various other Growth Potions would be used to replace the damaged bones and underdeveloped organs with healthy, whole tissue. In addition, purging spells were going to be used with care to take care of any untreated infections that were still lingering.
"What about his eyes?" Eve who had arrived just now arrived asked Artemis. "Can we fix his eyesight so he can get rid of the glasses?"
Artemis simply gestured to the report in front of her. Eve took it and began reading. The more Eve read of Harry's report, the higher her eyebrows climbed. Most of the medical issues were fairly mundane and it was obvious that both of them would have most things under control very easily. But the last report on the curse scar was troubling to say was the least...
Eve suddenly leant back from the scroll and rubbed her eyes tiredly. 'Whenever I think that Albus can't get any more creative at causing pain and suffering for Harry, something else comes along and proves me wrong.' she thought to herself with a groan. The bastard had sealed the scar internally with a quad linking mental ward that could be considered as Black Magic. It forced the parasite soul - in this case in Harry's scar to be completely dependent on the magic of the host body and grow powerful. The ward could only be detected by a deep scan that Artemis had done. That is why Eve had missed it during her examination.
The White Queen strode over to a vast bookcase and extracted a dusty tome. 'Goes to show just how rarely anybody has to deal with this kind of...abomination,' Eve thought to herself, even though she had expected it to happen but not using so much resources and knowledge.
Returning to her medical partner with the book in hand, she settled in to write a very long and heavily modified Necromantic ritual. She made a mental note to forward a copy of her findings to Ashley for cross checking and verification when she arrived back from her shop. This was going to take a very long time, she mentally growled to herself.
Lily's Pad
A Week Later
Harry Potter looked at the three women in front of him carefully. Actually, he was looking at their body language but he did not say it out loud. Harry had really hectic time starting since ten days back when he had gotten angry at the fool Richard. Since then he had gone through nothing but a whirlwind of emotions. Eve, the woman who gave him a new life, saved him from the tyranny of his relatives and improved his general life so that he could be proud of his heritage- was there due to her own reasons.
And what reasons it were...
Eve had dropped a literal bombshell on him when she informed him that Harry was a magical person, a wizard. His parents, James and Lily Potter were magical too. And there was a hidden community who lived in the Victorian era, away from the sight of progress and snug in their own superiority. His parents belonged to that world and Harry was a part of that world if their knowledge was anything to go by.
Apparently, Eve and her two friends - Ashley and Artemis had been friends of his mother and on her death had begun searching for him. This lead Eve to taking up a job at his school after finding being thrown to live with his mother's sister about whom her mother had said she wasn't fit raising an animal. It rank of someone's interfering and manipulation. Also, he was famous in the magical world as their saviour.
Bah! As if. A saviour of a magical community is not sent to live with magic hating relatives. Harry had nearly lost control of his magic when Ashley had hinted that his parents will had not been executed or superseded. He suffered five years of abuse, pain and humiliation because of some bastard who wished to control him. How he had wished that he could know who the bastard was so that he could tell him what exactly he thought of that in very clear words.
On the other hand, Artemis had told him that even they respected Harry's mother and wished to see her legacy rise in the world again, they could not wage a battle against the magical world without any solid proof and if they suspected whom the person was behind all this, then that person might get off with nothing but a slap on the wrist. They all had told him in no uncertain terms the whole situation in summary. The Founders creating Hogwarts, the supposed break up between the Founders. The Pure Blood Elitism theory that had been sprung up over the period of time. The First Wizarding War and it's sides along with its main events and happenings. Voldemort and his reign of terror along with the supposed end of the War which ended with the murder of Harry's family and Harry being the first recorded person to have survived the Unblock able Killing Curse. Harry had nearly scoffed in disbelief but to his shock none of the three women, more like goddesses with their combined beauty, had said anything. Eve had even commented that they believed that Lily Evans nee Potter had done something that saved the life of her child but at the cost of her life but sadly the Ministry and other Pure Blooded Elite scum had hidden away that tit-bit. Instead they gave credit to a baby not more than a year old to survive something impossible and the sheep of the Magical World had lapped up their words like honey.
Harry did not know that whether he should be angry or sad over this blatant insult of his mother's sacrifice. The more he heard about this Magic World more he grew disgusted with it. Blatant corruption, foolish behaviour, stupidity, and a host of other problems plagued this world. He could not even fathom that how his parents belonged to this world and from what he heard from Eve, they were very nice people. He had almost decided that he would not join this world but Ashley immediately nipped the idea in the bud. Apparently when a high profile celebrity, all of them had made a face at that- like Harry would disappear, people like the Ministry and other interested parties would stop at nothing at bringing him back to forcibly join their world whether the person in question liked it or not. Also, these people considered nothing as morally wrong and would go to great lengths to appear good in the sheep's eyes of their world.
Harry sighed to himself and brought himself out of his impromptu memory trip. He looked at them again noting the worry on their faces, more like anxiety. Well time to see what was bothering them.
"You can tell me what is bothering you. I promise I'll not flip out without reason. Is it something serious? You all look very tense." He spoke making Artemis sigh a bit wistfully. Just like their Harry- worried over others problems before even considering his own pain and problems.
"Nothing serious Harry, but we have gathered a series of treatments for you to be returned to peak health. Though we managed to save you from abuse that Dursley's would have heaped upon you, you did not escape unscathed. The treatments will repair the damages and most of the future problems for you. On the other hand there are some anomalies about your scar. You remember what we told you about your parents." Asked Ashley.
"You said they were the real heroes but forgotten by the Magical World." Replied Harry promptly.
"Yes, Harry," continued Eve, "real heroes. Over a decade ago, as we now know, there was an evil wizard who was trying to conquer magical Britain. He called himself Lord Voldemort, though his reign of terror was so great that most people feared to speak his name. Your parents were amongst those who were brave enough to fight against Voldemort and his followers, and they did so very well."
"So well, in fact, that Voldemort targeted them personally." Eve continued. "After you were born, your parents decided that they couldn't fight Voldemort and keep you safe at the same time. So they went into hiding, using magic to conceal themselves from their enemies."
"Sadly, it didn't work. Voldemort found your parents and attacked your home in Godric's Hollow," Artemis said with a sorrowful look, "even then your parents only thought about your safety. Your father fought Voldemort personally to buy your mother enough time to get away, unfortunately he was killed."Ashley picked up the thread again. "I must say that there were no witnesses to all of this, so a lot of it is guesswork. We do have a lot of evidence to support our guesses, though. What we do know is that your mother could not escape, so she did her best to protect you even when she was given a choice by the monster to leave you and pass unharmed."
"Why did she do that?" Harry asked in a small voice.
"She created what might be some ancient and powerful magic to protect you from Voldemort," Ashley said, "such types of magic are powerful enough that they can defeat almost all known magical attacks. Sadly, they come at a great cost."Artemis leaned forward and looked Harry in the eyes. "She sacrificed her life to power that magic, Harry. She gave her life to protect you. It was an incredibly noble and courageous thing to do. And it saved your life."
Eve reached over and gently touched Harry's scar. "This scar is the only legacy of that. You are the only person in recorded history to have survived the Killing Curse. And it was all thanks to the actions of your parents. As we said, true heroes but forgotten ones."
Harry's eyes watered, and a few tears trickled down his cheeks. "Thank you for telling me this without any reservations. Now I hope I can live up to my parent's legacy and name with pride."
There were a few moments of silence, before Harry spoke up. "So, what is in my scar that worries you?"
Eve looked grim. "We got some odd readings when we scanned it the other day. We managed to identify that there is some foreign magic in your scar. We think it comes from Voldemort."Artemis had adopted haunted look. "It is a piece of a soul, Harry. A foreign soul, not your own. And it is somehow lodged in your scar, acting as a parasite on your own magic."
Harry was horrified and upset. "I have a piece of Voldemort's soul in my scar? How?"
Ashley shrugged. "We don't know how. My theory is that the reflected Killing Curse fractured his soul somehow, and a piece of it lodged in the fresh magical wound on your forehead, giving you that scar."Eve leaned over and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "However it got there, it is unhealthy for it to remain. Artemis and I have spent the morning working out a ritual that will remove the soul fragment and store it somewhere safe."
Harry's heart rose at the news. "You can remove it?"
Artemis nodded. "Yes, this Halloween will be perfect, if you want that. The sooner the better, I think but that is the earliest date we can do the ritual."
Harry did his best to look resolute. "Please, do this ritual. I want that soul piece gone."
"OK, we'll do it right after we complete our preparations." Ashley said as she started pacing again. "Let's get moving." As they all stood up, Eve handed Ashley a small stack of papers.
"Ash, this covers your part in the ritual. Please note the additions that I have made at the end of the original process, we'll need your expertise on this."
Ashley glanced through the notes. It was complicated, and easily one of the trickiest rituals she had ever been involved in...but she could do this.
It wasn't like she hadn't done harder things in the past.
Few Days Later
Borgin and Burkes
Knocturn Alley
London
It was late night passing about ten o'clock. Mr. Borgin was just about to shut down his establishment and go to his home for a well deserved rest when he heard the bell tinkle and two hooded persons entered the shop. The man withheld a curse at such late customers but stopped before he said anything as the hairs on his neck prickled and he wisely kept his mouth shut. Both the persons were wearing pitch black robes with hoods drawn over their faces making any attempt at gathering their identity futile. He smiled his oily smile but any person could see his nervousness as plain as day, even though it was late night.
"How may I help you..." he trailed off as one of them raised a single hand that was skeletally thin and pale white. A moment seemed to pass as shadows in the room seemed to writhe and shake before returning to normal and then the person in front of him spoke in a dry voice like crinkled parchment," I need your silence Borgin. I know what I want but do not presume to even think that you are worthy to know my name. On the other hand, for future references call me nothing but Sir. Got it? "
Borgin opened his mouth to speak in outrage and anger but the only thing that emerged was a hoarse scream as every inch of his body seemed to be dipped in dragon fire and then dragged over a field of rusty wire. He remained screaming for a full minute before the person who had spoken raised their hand. The pain stopped but Borgin still shook like a leaf in a strong wind in the aftershocks. Another voice emerged as the second person spoke harshly in their weird accent," Do not even think about even trying to speak worm. You do not look at Sir in the eye. This was a preview of the coming pain if you show any resistance. Do so and I will tear everything out of your life and burn it to the ground while making to watch it happen and then I'll think of even allowing your soul any chance of release. Got it or not?" the person asked harshly.
Borgin simply nodded and kept his eyes on the ground. Whoever these people were, they were not normal Wizards. The Dark Lord's followers though rough never harmed him, just threatened him once in a while but these two had simply used Dark Magic on him without any restraint. He knew not to fuck with them or goad them unnecessarily for he knew the next time would not be kind for him and his health. Dropping into servile bow he spoke lowly not meeting their eyes," Forgive me, Sir. I spoke out of turn. I humbly beg to be spared for any misgivings and wishes to know how may I help you?"
The first figure chuckled a raspy laugh - the sound of sandpaper being scarped against each other and Borgin nearly winced but himself just in time.
"I require two Gryphon claws, blood of a Chimera and ground bones of Hippogriff, two dozen complete fairy wings, untainted Ivory, blood of an Ashwinder and the rest is on this scroll. Ensure the things are proper order, untainted and clearly marked. And Mind you if I find anything out of the very best, I will flay you and your family alive. Got it?" the voice turned dark and unforgiving and at that very moment beneath the hood, the eyes flashed a sickly yellow and red, making Mr. Borgin even more nervous and skittish. He practically fled the room into the back of the store with a scroll being thrust into his unresponsive arms by the attendant.
Mr. Borgin entered the hidden store room at the very end of shop, protected by dark and powerful wards cast by making twenty sacrifices of virgin squibs. The ward scheme was casted by the Dark Lord Voldemort to keep his more dangerous goods safe in the room. Only three persons had access to this room- the Dark Lord himself, Borgin being the second person followed by Lucius Malfoy being the third one. No one knew about it but now he was going to open the room if he wanted to even live to see the next day. He spilled his blood on the unlocking rune and the door opened silently. He entered and waved his wand jerkily as if the practical movement was painful for him and took deep shuddering breaths to calm himself down.
He looked at the scroll more closely for it felt way off and his eyes widened in horror almost popping out of his skull and he dropped it and stared at it as if it was going to eat him alive. For the scroll was made from what looked like dried human skin and the writing was done in blood. He looked at it again and again and shuddered to himself at the situation he found himself in. Pointing his wand at the scroll, it raised to his eye level hung open giving it a more sinister appearance. He fought off his revulsion and looked at the ingredients listed on it. Most of them were quite expensive not to mention rare and entirely illegal in dealing with.
He arrived back in the room with the scroll floating behind him closed and the materials in their various boxes ready to be packed after getting the go from the terrifying person in front of him. The person was looking at several dark artefacts that were on display. The person looked at him and pointed at an extremely opulent opal necklace, the card propped on it read, Caution: Do Not Touch. Cursed — Has Claimed the Lives of Nineteen Muggle Owners to Date. "I want that one too! Add it to the selling list. And now let us see what have you brought for me." The figure cackled to himself appearing quite insane and deranged.
Borgin sweated to himself as each and every thing was checked and quite a number of spells performed on each and every item. Apparently everything was okay for the attendant nodded and drew out his own wand and waved it packing everything including the opal necklace.
"Take this bag, Borgin. It has everything you need." A burly bag was thrown at him which jingled with what appeared to be money. Borgin opened the bag after nearly dropping it and his eyes widened at the several thousand galleons present in it, much more than the total price of the entire transaction. Before he could even look up he was hit with three spells, one confounding him, the second wiping out the memory of the exact deal that happened, and the last planted a suggestion in his mind for going home after getting mildly drunk.
The two mysterious figures vanished with sharp pops leaving behind a recovering Borgin as if they were never here. Borgin started and looked up sharply from the money bag in his hand and immediately stored the bag in his pocket while shrinking it. He closed his shop after getting drunk and apparated home, none the wiser of what happened with him.
Lily's Pad
Ashley looked at herself wondering if she wasn't going too far with her behaviour. Her extra sharp mind provided her enough scenarios how her gamble would pay off. From Harry running away from her screaming about cooties to a extra torturous death at the hands of Harry Potter fans in magical world after being labelled as a cradle robber- all flashed through her mind in full vividness making her shiver from indecision for a moment. But as once Harry had told her, Gryffindors charge ahead, she simply checked herself out in front of the full body mirror and took in her appearance for the last time.
Ashley was wearing a small size black lace bra that consisted of two triangles connected with a silk string covering only her areolas leaving her tits bare and pushed them together making the entire bust look even more sexy and pronounced. The material was barely containing her perky tits, they looked ready to spill out from their confines. A nearly see through small black thong was worn that clung to her pelvis area, her pussy lips was clearly visible and outlined with darker less see-through material with her material going directly into the crack of her bulging heart shaped jiggling ass. In reality, the thong was more of a g-string that was created entirely to tease and make men faint with blood loss and raging erections. Black mesh sandals covered her feet up to her calves, bringing attention to her toned and tanned legs. All in all the entire get up was making her look positively drool worthy. She looked more ready for having sex than teaching Harry but she wanted to stake her claim on him early on before any of those less worthy hussies in the magical world began throwing themselves at him in order to sink their grubby little claws into him and his vast family fortunes.
She blew herself a kiss and took out a black silk robe that was barely closed and reached only to her mid thigh. Wearing it she walked to the room that Harry was staying, looking like a succubus on a hunt. Her mind was moving at hundreds of thoughts per second and her heart was thumping so loudly, she was surprised that anyone couldn't hear her. As she reached the room, she stopped herself and took a deep breath to calm her and her wildly thumping heart using Occlumency exercises and then knocked on the door. A soft enter was heard and she entered, ready to rock the world of a boy not even ten years old.
Harry nearly choked on his breath when Miss Ashley entered the room looking more like those models that he had seen when he was taken to Mystic Falls for his sex education, though her beauty outstripped most of these females except for a few young women and Eve and Miss Artemis. His eyes couldn't help but wander over her rich golden brown tanned skin just like smooth butter. Her robe was straining against her body, displaying each and every curve of her body against the dark fabric. She looked a bit nervous and Harry instinctively tapped into his skill of analysing people. Before he could comment or say anything, Ashley spoke derailing his speech and observations.
"I will be teaching you, Harry, the mental disciplines and the mind magic tricks that you will find are rarely mastered in the Magical world. Mind Arts allow a mage to recall every memory in clear, precise detail, along with superior control over one's emotions and prevent many mind controlling substances and magic's from affecting you badly. All masters of Mind Arts have aspired for one thing but few have achieved it- to have complete control over the inside of their mind. So tell me are you interested in it or not?" she asked him while subtly using a very passive probe to enter Harry's mind. To her surprise there was already a powerful barrier present in his mind. She quickly withdrew her probe before Harry could detect her presence. Eve had already told them that Harry might be a Natural Occlumens but she hadn't believed it.
Harry was thinking about Miss Ashley's offer of learning Mind Arts when felt as if he was being watched as his eyes met Miss Ashley's. He flinched suddenly and broke eye contact making her smile inwardly but her thoughts turned pensive at remembering the Remedial Potions, Harry was forced to take with Snape on the insistence of Dumbledore. Her mind suddenly filled with anger as she realised that those lessons were not for training Harry's shields but for weakening them. That old goat was going to get it very harshly when the time came for his death. She had some very creative punishments that could be inflicted on the old fucker.
Harry felt something palpable in the room as Ashley's eyes tightened and a low snarl erupted from her lips. He hurriedly spoke not wanting to incur her wrath," I'll be very happy to learn Mind Arts, Miss Ashley. I hope I'll be a good enough student for you."
Ashley calmed herself and looked at Harry while smiling at him so as to put him at ease.
"Yes. You will be. I will teach you all the tricks and trades of this branch of magic. But remember, I want your full attention and co operation for this." When Harry nodded, she smiled and removed her robe making the young boy gulp nervously as his eyes roamed her scantily clad body despite him being very nervous. She stretched and her tits nearly popped out of their confines.
"Let's get started!' she said with a hungry gleam in her eye as she took out her wand from her thigh holster. Harry gulped as he eyed her, thinking that whether the chances of him out running all three of them were looking good or not. The door shut behind them and he resigned himself to his fate.
October 10th, 1988
Malfoy Manor
Wiltshire , England
Narcissa Black nee Malfoy looked extremely put out and then sighed unhappily as her buffoon of a husband ranted about mud bloods and blood traitors with his other Pureblood Lords and friends, in the next room, for what felt like the millionth time in their long and unhappy marriage. She sat at the dining room table, picking at the supper that the elves made nearly half an hour ago. She was never really much of a cook, that was more of Andromeda's department, but Narcissa always felt that she was unlucky not to learn cooking and other things when ever her Aunt Dorea had offered to teach it to her and her sisters. Aunt Dorea had once commented that a man loved a female who could cook good food. She had ignored it in favour of getting more pampered and looking good. And then there was the matter of her little pride in knowing she had could still turn heads of all males and females whenever she walked, though in reality it was more due to her Black family genes and potion regiments and treatments that she undertook when she had married Lucius on his insistence and demands that she look perfect as Lady Malfoy.
After the defeat of the Dark Lord and the hands of the Potter Family and Harry Potter, Lucius had lost much of his political, financial and social influence. It was amusing for her that the supposed Heir of Slytherin and the Darkest of all Dark Lords after Grindelwald was defeated by a toddler not more than a year old. She had nearly laughed in Lucius's face when he had told her that piece of news looking like his ass was plucked with a broom, cleaned with Fire Whiskey and then fucked roughly with a giant's cock. She wondered if her now gay husband from the bisexual one when she married him would like that, for he enjoyed little boys and his Death Eaters butts enough. Maybe getting a hot rod shoved up his ass would give him an erection now. He could never get it up now a days and whenever he did, his little pecker would ejaculate whenever he even tried to enter her. It was saddening not to mention humiliating for her that her husband could not even get his dick inside her properly.
After his name emerged as a Death Eater and follower of Voldemort, Lucius had pleaded under the Imperius Defence which was the most pathetic piece of bullshit she had ever heard in her life. Also, she knew that even though her husband was acquitted after paying thousands of Galleons in bribes, his association and pro pureblood stand was not forgotten and people still remained wary of him and by extension her as she was his wife. She had often heard people commenting on her and her alignments whenever she was outside the Manor. It hurt her that her normal friends in the other Houses of Hogwarts now looked at her with suspicions and mistrust.
Then came the issue of her supposed child Draco who in reality was not her child at all. Lucius had failed to produce a child with her. And she had no idea who Draco Malfoy's mother is, except for an educated guess that she must be a cousin from the French branch of Malfoy's with how much Draco looked like Lucius.
Narcissa pursed her lips in thought of Draco being her child before she smirked in mirth. No child from her loins was going to be a weak in- bred fool with magical strength barely worth five squibs. That is why she took no part in Draco's upbringing. She was not going to waste her Black upbringing on some no good waste of sperm of Lucius. When the fool had gone to France, he had returned with his no good copy and told her that this was his heir and legacy of Malfoy's. All she had to do was simply accept him as her son which she did but she did it grudgingly. After all which woman would like to claim her husband's dropping from another whore as her own flesh and blood. That certainly seemed to be something the Pureblood families like Malfoys would do, nor she wouldn't doubt that Lucius would try to claim Black Family fortune through Draco but would fail as he would never be able to hold the Black Lordship Ring without getting burned.
Now, Looking over at the other end of the table, where Lucius normally sat on rare days, lay his plate of food, untouched. He hadn't even bothered attending eating. The moment her husband came home with his friends (his fellow Death Eaters), he started yelling about how mud bloods, goblins and veela and other magical creatures didn't deserve equal rights, that they were beneath proud purebloods such as him. Honestly, Narcissa stopped listening a minute into his little tantrum. She had grown used to this, of course. Complaining was all he did nowadays.
But really, ignoring your wife's company over dinner in favour of ranting? Narcissa admitted to being more than a little hurt that he didn't even touch her now a days, but she told herself not to be surprised. The marriage had been nothing but one continuing disappointment after another, each year seeming to get worse. At a time, before they were married, she loved him fairly for a stranger, after all it was an arranged marriage between the Blacks and the Malfoys, but now…now all she felt was despair, disappointment, and…anger; anger at the man who had wasted nearly two decades and best years of her life in a loveless marriage, anger at the man who never once complimented her, never once praised her on her devotion to him. Why was she stuck in this hell? What had she possibly done to deserve this? She was a devoted wife, cleaning his messes of family finances and supporting him through his crusade against magical creatures, even if it went against every bone in her body. She loved all sentient beings; she believed all of them had a right to live peacefully and without prejudice, but she put this aside to support him. She even gave up her promising career in spell-crafting and as a budding rune mistress because it wouldn't be 'proper' for a pure-blooded housewife to work, which was a husband's job.
Her life now looking wasted she simply dreamed about her early days when she was free as a bird, when she used to be the talk of Hogwarts with her sisters Andromeda and Bellatrix. She often dreamt about what ifs and what not, of long time spending with Uncle Orion and Aunt Dorea even after her marriage to Lord Potter... Suddenly and idea bloomed in her mind. She looked back at her husband who was still talking with his fuck buddies and felt no remorse about what she was going to do or trying to do... she was a lonely woman after all and she was scorned and looking for her revenge.
She would enter the world of politics and learn the ins and outs of all places. She would know every scandal and power play going on. All in all when the Dark Lord returned, which she knew he was going to do, she was going to get herself a position of power with the side that would be winning. Lucius often spoke about his Dark Mark tingling. He said this was the proof of the Dark Lord being alive but he was too much of a coward to go seek him out after publically denouncing him. He feared the wrath of the Dark Lord.
Look out world, Narcissa is going to be back in the game but as a shadow.
October 31st, 1988
Unknown Location
Harry looked around at the vast clearing in front of him a little bit of trepidation while both Artemis and Eve sent him exasperated looks at his paranoia and unfound fear. Today was the day that Harry would be free of this disgusting parasite in his scar which was the accidental Horcrux that Voldemort had made while attempting to kill Harry on that fateful night. All the three queens had spent days brainstorming over how to remove the parasite from Harry's scar without harming him and simultaneously removing the magical mess created by Dumbledore by casting blood wards and magical suppressors over the young boy.
Evangeline had searched through several rituals though Artemis had warned that the most effective would be a Necromantic ritual. A Necromancer in Ancient Syria was one of the first person recorded that had managed to create a soul jar. From there is evolved till Herpo the Foul modified the procedure to create a Horcrux.
Ashley had given both of them an idea why not steal Tom Riddle's magical knowledge and strength and add it to Harry's own. They would remove the essence of the soul from the scar and removing all the knowledge and strength from it leaving it behind fro Harry to use. Also they would get an insight into Voldemort's mind and the extent of his operations and followers though they would not be getting any feedback from the scar after the ritual. This was a plus as they had found out that the self styled Dark Lord could influence Harry along the connection back in their time frame.
Taking into account all these factors and parameters, all the three women took and ancient necromantic ritual that was used to separate two souls intermingled with each other, usually for removing demons and possessing spirits. They modified it to remove the soul piece and split its power, memories stored in it along with the essence into three separate parts to be stored for later use. Also, they added several components and other magical safeguards to prevent any sort of damage to Harry. Ashley had even done its trial run and reported it as a success.
They had chosen Halloween because this day was perfect for the necromantic rituals due to the veil of death being very thin on this day. Also the location they had chosen had two ley lines running through it and they had chosen that point as the base for powering up the runic circle.
When Harry entered the large clearing, he saw a large and highly elaborate circular diagram on the floor. It had been drawn using chalk and other materials one of which disturbingly looked like blood and it was significantly looking complicated as hell.
In the middle was a thirteen pointed star formed of straight lines drawn from point to point, the centre of which was just large enough for a person to lie down in. The star was enclosed by a double circle which formed a band around the entire diagram. Inside this band was a long string of incomprehensible symbols, which Harry assumed were runes of some sort. There were several strange looking glyphs, Japanese kanji along with Latin symbols and other strange and unknown languages that all flowed together to form a massive flowing script all around the circle.
More runes had been drawn in various parts of the star's many internal shapes. Harry noticed three large crystals mounted on some sort of gold support that had been placed in a five sided area just "above" the central area. Three diamond shaped areas that were "left", "right" and "below" the central area were conspicuously free of any runes. Finally, candles had been placed at all the points.
Harry stopped and stared at the entire get up looking a bit freaked out from the entire set up. He spoke up feeling more cheeky than normal," Don't you think how creepy this looks like. Are you sure that this is not some grand scheme of you sacrificing me and then getting a power boost for yourselves?" Eve simply cuffed him on the head and Artemis grinned at him and spoke in a husky voice making Harry shiver in pure dread," How do you know that? I thought we had hidden our motives well enough from you. Oh ! a shame that we have to kill you now."
Ashley looked at the resident necromancer and sighed at how much Artemis loved messing with Harry. The last few months had been the most fun they had in years. She stopped thinking about her old life and snapped at her fellow queens," Eve, Artemis, stop messing around. The time for the ritual is coming fast and the air is also getting colder. If you do not want to fall sick then hurry up. Harry, get naked quick. I have to paint some runes on your body and absolutely nothing should be on your body, not even your specs. Also remember not to get lost in your anger or hatred. The soul piece will try to get any purchase in your mind in order to stay inside you. That must not happen. Though it is going to hurt a lot. So brace for the pain and remember Harry, this what your mother and father gave their lives for. Now hurry and get naked now." Harry scrambled to do that immediately and Ashley smirked mentally to herself.
Harry smiled to himself as he tried to calm himself down from the nerves that were starting to show. He removed his clothes completely and even removed his specs. He looked towards where he believed Ashley was standing but before he could even take a step forward his arms were caught and he was lifted into a female body. Looking up into the amused eyes of Eve, he simply settled for snuggling into her missing the melancholy look that passed through her eyes at his child like action. She carefully stepped into the circle, not disturbing any writings and drawings to stand in front of an impatient Ashley. Artemis on the other hands was busy going over her chant and other preparations of the ritual.
Harry looked at both the females, squinting at them adorably and both simply settled for ruffling his hair making him feel a little annoyed. Ashley asked him to stand and she quickly began painting runes all over his body making him squirm. Harry tried not to squirm but it was very hard for him to do so for he was feeling very ticklish and the cold wind was making him feel more sensitive. He looked at Miss Ashley and thought about her. She was a very good teacher and had taught him a lot over the last two months. He was advancing very fast in the subject of Mind Arts. He had thought that keeping one's emotions and memories was all that there to Occlumency. But Ashley had disabused him of that notion.
There were other perks after all to being able to practice Occlumency, the number one being that he could now retain information better, as his mind was much more organised. His lessons were progressing at a faster rate and his enthusiasm was growing more steadily as a result. He found he could remember most of the things that his mentors taught him with ease, which made a world of difference in potions, as the way Artemis, she was his potions teacher, was teaching him meant he had to rely on his knowledge of ingredient interaction and not a set of instructions he could easily read from. She would talk about a potion at the start of the lesson, and explain what was typically used to make it. She would then go on to say why each ingredient was used and what properties they had. Once that was done she would simply ask Harry to make it using the knowledge she had given.
The way she taught him meant that all the information he had used the previous lesson was all applicable, and often he would use different ingredients to the ones that Artemis had explained about before the lesson, knowing they would do the same thing just as well or even slightly better. This was what she was trying to do; encourage him to innovate and do things his way. He knew he would never be anywhere near her level of expertise in potions till he reached the age of eleven and went to Hogwarts but he would certainly be leagues ahead of his classmates.
The applications of magic and its theories had become more easy to understand. Evangeline always explained in simple terms but the theory was not as good as practical. Also, she had told him about one major weakness of all wizards and witches. Their over dependence on their wands. Take those away and a normal wizard and witch in most of the Europe becomes helpless. Hence, she forced him to channel his magic without focus. It was tough but he managed to do so but was tired from his practice every single time he attempted it. Eve had told him it was due to his body becoming accustomed to the drain on his magical core and the magical channels to act without a focus. This is why wands had become so popular. They allowed casting to become easy and non taxing for the wizards and witches making one weaker on the long run. This is why most wizards were unable to fight any magical creature alone, for these creatures were too fast for a human to react without any self dependence on their bodies. In Ashley's words 'the most dangerous of all weapons is the human weapon, one that has the best focus yet never loses the sight of its options; one that reacts instinctively, yet never forgets restraint. Your style is going to be precision, just like your mother. She was dangerous enough that no one fought her on the battlefield for she was vicious and had a mean streak a mile wide. Even Voldemort had run to away from her once to save his skin.' He snapped out of his thoughts when Ashely spoke," Here all done! Now, stand in the circle and remember Harry do not allow your hate to overcome you. Good Luck!" and she kissed him on his cheek and he blushed slightly.
Artemis looked at Harry with Eve and Ashley few meters behind her and ready to enter and stop the ritual if anything went wrong. They also had sealed the entire area by using multiple ward stones. Artemis began speaking in the ancient language that was lost and forgotten to the human world during the passage of time. The runes lit up in an multitude of colours which flashed several times. The atmosphere dropped suddenly like someone had poured ice over the area. Harry began writhing and screaming but did not move out of the circle. Artemis began speaking her chant and words even faster and Harry's screams intensified. The crystals began glowing and all of them heard another screams over Harry's cries, high pitched screaming that tore at their ears. The shadows in the clearing deepened and the screaming began to intensified. The circle in which Harry was lying lit up and a dome of gold, white and emerald formed over him. Eve and Ashley gasped because this was not mentioned anywhere in the ritual and from the gasp they heard from Artemis it was worrying and unexpected.
Suddenly the dome grew and three golden beams lashed out of it and buried into their chests right over their hearts. An overwhelming feeling of warmness and love over took them. Each of the females felt that someone was watching them, weighing their soul and gazing into their very essence. A melodious voice was heard by all of them though the messages for the three queens was the same and another one was for Harry who had now stopped his cries and had fallen asleep.
"Take good care of my son, you three. I will be back after a long time but remember till then, I'll be watching over you all. My return will be at that time when he needs me the most. He is going to be the balm for your tortured souls so stop worrying. Till then, I'll be waiting." And the beams went back to the dome which vanished. All three of them fell on their knees at the sudden shock of meeting Lily Potter and hearing her voice inside their heads after what seeming like getting judged.
Back inside the runic circle, the lightning scar on Harry's forehead burst open with black smoke erupting from the scar and being split into three different parts that vanished into the three crystals. One turned black as coal, another turned glowing red and the last turned silver and emerald green. Then suddenly the two crystals, not the black one, glowed and they lifted from their stands which disintegrated into nothings and the lights then entered Harry's head. The lightning scar changed itself into a pale thin pinkish wound rather than the angry red that it was before the ritual. The symbols glowed once again and then they vanished into nothingness. The black crystal was immediately sent packing into a silk bag which was then placed into a small but heavily warded chest which was then shut.
All three queens rushed towards the sleeping boy and looked at him and then at one another. Ashley summed their thoughts out loud in a single sentence," Well that was very different than we expected and much more exciting." Both Evangeline and Artemis glared at her.
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In the vast empty space where only a few lucky souls are allowed to enter, there was a powerful magical disturbance. The luminescent soul of one Lily Potter glowed a blinding golden colour. She opened her eyes and looked at the vast empty space in front of her. Her expressive green eyes curled in amusement as she remembered the messages she had left for the queens as they were known in their own future. This time travelling thing had never even factored in her own ritual that she conducted on Harry when she heard the prophecy. She was lucky to catch a glimpse of her baby boy before he grew up. For that she was ever thankful of three time travelling women.
Narcissa's actions had been a surprise for her but still they were expected to happen but not till Harry was seventeen years old. But Harry was her son and he could deal with her rival in the school for he was her son and much more. Harry was going to own that woman and she was going to enjoy making her Harry's and her bitch.
On the other hand, one Albus Dumbledore was going to get some real hardcore charms and expressive curses from her for manhandling the lives of herself, James and Harry, when she went back. Till then she was going to wait and train herself for the upcoming war. The space in front of her warped to mimic a training course and Lily Potter got up to train and prepare herself for the coming war and the day when her Hadrian needed her.
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