Chapter 2: A Lord's Return

There was a knock on the door to Hermione's very fashionable and lovely home. She was a successful realtor and her home reflected as much. Hermione loved having her home this way, but at the same time it was a way to advertise. Her home showed she knew what was fashionable when it came to magical homes.

Hermione quickly answered the door and gave a smile to her guest.

"Hey! Are you ready?" Ginny asked with a smile.

Ginny was very much not the kind of witch her mother would want her to be. She was rather wild as many witches their age were. She was beautiful with the usual Weasley family looks, but they very much suited the girl compared to her brothers. Ginny was very slender, but with sizable breasts and a lovely heart shaped butt. Her body's curve easily accentuated her features. It went without saying she was seen as very attractive.

The Weasley daughter also wore clothing her mother would not approve of. Then again, if Mrs. Weasley had her way, Ginny and all of her brothers would have married straight out of Hogwarts, but somehow still lived at The Burrow with their own families. Ginny also would never wear anything but "perfectly acceptable house-witch" robes. The youngest instead wore what was called Lost Fashion.

Lost fashion was really catching on and started by Lost Bloods. The best way to describe it was a mix of muggle and wizarding fashions. The mix didn't have many rules on how you mixed it either. Ginny preferred artfully worn lowcut jeans of various low cuts. She wore a sleeveless altered robe top that showed off her cleavage and was cut in a way to show a very appetizing amount of her midriff, including her naval piercing. The sleeveless robe top also showed off her thick fiery red armpit hair, which was something seen as erotic in the magical world on witches.

Today's low-cut jeans were low enough you could see an ever so enticing but obvious tuft of her fiery red pubic hair. She had purposefully left her pants unbuttoned. She even unzipped them just a tiny bit to further tease others. She rarely wore panties with any of her outfit choices.

Ginny was very wild in many ways. This is why Hermione only sometimes hung out with Ginny, but made damn sure to spend birthdays and several special occasions with her. If you were in the mood to party and wanted to get fucked really good that night, Ginny was your girl.

"How does it feel to be 25 and extremely successful?" Ginny asked with a chuckle.

"Very good. I'm in quite the mood for some fun and celebration tonight," Hermione said with a grin.

Ginny gave another laugh and winked at Hermione as she said, "As you know. I'm just the girl for such nights."

"Can't wait to see what you have planned for us," Hermione added as the two left together.

"You won't be disappointed. Also. It's very unlikely you'll return home tonight… Or even before noon tomorrow," Ginny answered with a laugh.

Hermione laughed as well. "As I said. I'm in quite the mood. That sounds perfect."

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Ever since The Burst life had been a mixed bag for one Sirius Orion Black. When it came to his mixed bag, there was a large object which represented disappointment. Still, he would have to admit life was much better than it had been. That didn't really say much when you were wrongfully imprisoned at Azkaban for about a decade.

On that infamous night, it was discovered Peter Pettigrew was alive and in hiding. The Burst messed with his Animagus magic and forcefully reverted him. He was found stuck to a wall by some kind of prank magic glue that exploded at the same time. The rat of a man was hanging upside down on a wall with his hands stuck around his exposed privates and his Death Eater tattoo on full display. The worst part, for the rat of a man, is he was stuck to the wall in the Gryffindor First Year Boy's Dorm at Hogwarts.

Needless to say, it wasn't long until he was found guilty of many crimes. That was before even getting into the whole betraying the Potter Family bit. Sirius then finally got his trail and freed with all charges dropped. He also got a sizable amount of money in compensation, not that it mattered to Sirius.

Another great thing in Sirius' life is he was soon reunited with his only remaining best friend. Remus Lupin quickly came to Sirius' side and apologized for mistakenly thinking Sirius was the traitor. Sirius was rather quick to forgive him for a few reasons. First of all, he himself hadn't trusted Remus back in those times. Secondly, and more importantly, he was happy to find at least one friendly face after his time in Azkaban.

The most shocking thing about Sirius' current life is how the once infamous playboy got married. He was married to a beautiful Lost Blood witch with long dark blonde hair named Amy. Her full name before being married was Amy Anne Allen. On their first date, she joked about how she always said the default high score on arcade machines, AAA, was her score. Sirius enjoyed her sense of humor and the fact she grew up in the muggle world, something he had always been fascinated with for various reasons.

Sirius was also a father now. He had two sons age 7 and 9. The youngest was named Bacchus Alexander Black. He was named after the Roman god and Amy's ancestor who had been a wizard and the reason she was a Lost Blood instead of a muggleborn. The oldest son was named Harrison Regulus Black after Sirius' brother and the godson he only met as baby.

That was the large massive object in the mixed bag representing disappointment. Sirius was a free a man now. He was married, had his remaining best friend again, and two wonderful sons. It only cost him his godson who he promised James he would look after. Harry Potter disappeared the night of The Burst and never returned.

Sirius always found it a bit conflicting when it came to Harry Potter. He wanted to raise his godson and be there for him. He wanted to keep his promise to James. At the same time, he did not want to lose his wife and two sons. If The Burst had never happened, he might have very well gotten to at least meet Harry Potter again. It would also most likely mean he didn't have his lovely wife and two sons.

It was very conflicting for him indeed. Harry was just his godson, but to Sirius that meant a lot more. He would easily say it meant Harry was his son, just not by blood. He could have even probably done something about that. There was the blood adoption ritual, even if it was difficult and at once was seen as "dark magic".

Sirius could understand that, even if he didn't think that way. The ritual quite literally made someone of your blood. It would mean Harry James Potter was no more. He would have instead been Harry James Black. The ritual was allowed in the present world, but under strict supervision with many regulations and tons of paperwork involved. That change came about due to the realization of how small the magical population was.

Despite such a ritual being allowed, most still preferred the muggleborn route at the very least. Any children you had with a muggleborn would be magical and of your blood. No need for excessive amounts of paperwork, supervision, or regulation.

The Reluctant Lord Black still found that part hard to believe. He also realized he probably would have very much gotten into all of that, if he was still that same infamous playboy. He would at least like to think he thought of them as better than most, but he couldn't rightly say that anymore judging by his own past behaviors.

"Not that it matters," Sirius thought to himself. He was surprisingly very much a committed and faithful husband, just as his wife was to him. He wouldn't have it any other way. There were plenty of young, sexy, beautiful and eager witches out there, but they simply weren't his wife. To him, Amy was better than any other witch out there.

"If James could see me now," Sirius muttered to himself.

"He'd probably down the strongest fire whiskey he could so the kick would bring him to his senses," A familiar voice said in amusement.

Sirius smiled widely hearing it. "Remus!" he said as he turned in greeting.

Remus was smiling and clasped his friend's arm in greeting.

"Didn't hear you come in," Sirius said.

"Amy said I should come for a visit. She claimed you seemed a little down," Remus said.

"Every day I swear I don't deserve her," Sirius said to him.

"James would agree with that. And tell you to just do what you can to get as close to deserving her as possible," Remus said with a chuckle.

"That he would. Probably after smirking and telling me how I now understood why he was the way he was about Lily," Sirius said with a chuckle which Remus joined.

"What has you so reminiscent?" Remus asked as he made his way to where Sirius stored the bourbon in this room.

It was more or less the designated cozy room. There were a couple of bookshelves, a wireless, a fireplace not connected to the floo network and a small liquor cabinet. The selection in this room was more for the kinds of alcohol you sipped while relaxing, usually in the evening or early night.

"I guess it's because that day is coming up in a couple of weeks," Sirius answered as he sat down in a chair.

Remus nodded. "The Burst," he said after offering his friend one drink and sitting nearby with his own.

"Yep. It always gets me a bit mixed up inside and such. You know how it is by this point," Sirius replied as he took a sip.

"That I do," Remus replied in understanding.

He too lost Harry that night. He too had it better than he did back then as well. Werewolves were still looked down upon a little, but nowhere near to the level they once were. It was probably because The Burst ended up causing Greyback's death.

A talented older student was misplaced near him by chance. The student freaked out and, in his panic, sent an overcharged blasting curse right to the werewolf's face. The student then Apparated away and immediately told an Auror what happened.

With the "Pack Leader" dead, Greyback's group disbanded. Many were also found and turned in by werewolves not associated with the pack. It just so happened this combined with everything else going on at the time led to werewolves being less looked down upon in the long run. It was a difficult journey but it was fruitful. The growing influence of Lost Bloods helped out as well. Coming from the muggle world, they didn't have the prejudice other magicals did towards werewolves.

With Sirius, Remus would admit things were more complicated when it came to The Burst. "How are Amy and the boys doing?" Remus asked. On this matter, it was best to just be there for Sirius. Pestering him about it would do no good.

Sirius smiled. "Great! The boys are the same as always. Harrison has started to show an interest in pranking. He has his mother's restraint though. Bacchus is living up to his name in an odd way. He's wanting to help with Amy's garden. He's decided home grown vegetables and fruits taste the best," Sirius said.

"You aren't worried he might one day take after his namesake in other ways?" Remus asked.

Sirius chuckled. "I couldn't rightly get on his case too much there. I also wouldn't say no to him deciding to run his own wine vineyard when he's older," he said.

"If that happens, you better save a bottle for me," Remus said.

"Obviously," Sirius said. He then grinned as he added, "Especially since Rebecca would be offended if we didn't."

Remus smiled to that. "True," he replied simply.

He also managed to get married, even if they weren't keen on having their own children. There had been some interesting advancements in that regard. It was discovered Lycanthropy does not pass on to any offspring. Remus and Rebecca still weren't aiming for children, even knowing this. They still very much loved each other though and in many ways were already part of Sirius' family.

Rebecca and Remus were always happy to help watch over the boys. The boys loved it as well. If Merlin forbid anything happened to Sirius and Amy, the boys would have no problem seeing Rebecca and Remus as their new parents. This is why despite Remus' concerns, Sirius and Amy had them set up to raise boys should the worst ever happen to them.

"Amy is still the wonderful witch she has always been," Sirius finished answering Remus' question.

He then sighed. "Other than what happened to Harry, the only thing I can really say darkens the sky is Old Number 12 Grimmauld Place. I really don't know what to do there."

Remus nodded to that. "I can help look into some things there if you want," he said.

"You do that. I just might give you Bacchus Alexander's first bottle of Wine," Sirius said with a wide grin.

Remus raised an eyebrow at him. "It seems you are more than hoping he does live up to his namesake," he said.

Sirius gave a bark of a laugh to that. "Fine. You got me there," he said.

Remus chuckled and shook his head in amusement as he took another sip of his drink. He too was in a more reflective mood now. There was still a part of him that wondered what Harry would be up to if he hadn't disappeared that night.

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Harry stood still atop a hill as he overlooked the landscape around him. "I honestly never thought I would ever come back here," he said in disbelief.

"Thou hast unfinished business here. Even if we will be here a short while compared to our eternity, you must have the Potter family continue," Ranni said as she came out of their moon portal to stand next to him.

"I don't see why. I couldn't care less about the Potter Family line or it's fortune. Let it stay locked away in Gringotts," Harry replied. He had more than enough riches of actual value from his time in The Lands Between.

"There are other matters needing of our attention here regardless. None of which are dealing with the Ministry's politics," Ranni added in reassurance. She knew he was not one for politics.

"Thank Merlin for that," Harry muttered. He really did not want to get involved in such things. There was no way he could be the good little pawn of Dumbledore or whoever it was in charge of Magical Britain. Dumbledore wasn't the Minister of Magic, but he had pretty much every other title of importance, even Harry understood that back then.

"Or at least that's how it was…" Harry mused out loud to his thoughts.

"What do thou mean? My Love Eternal?" Ranni asked.

"Just realizing it has been over a decade since I was last here. I wonder just how much has changed in that time," he admitted.

Harry then gave a slight smile as he turned to Ranni and said, "There is a part of me curious to see just how different it all is. Also… I'm pretty sure there is little that will keep us from exploring it all."

"Despite thine grumblings, I sense excitement in your words," Ranni said in amusement.

She stepped closer to Harry and looked to the world before them. "I too find myself curious to see all this world has to offer. No longer does mine fate as an Empyrean weigh on me," she said.

Harry nodded as he looked forward. Ranni found herself blushing a slight bit as she asked, "By the way. What does thou think of my current form?" It was odd that she cared for his opinion, but she did. Perhaps it is because they would be spending the rest of their lives together and she dearly hoped they did so in happiness, love and comfort.

Harry looked to her and blushed a little before looking away briefly and turning back to her. Ranni's new form was more… physical mature… compared to her previous one. This only made sense given she was no longer confined to the doll. She also went with a form that could more or less pass in this world.

Ranni's height was about the same as before. Shorter than Harry, but a slight bit on the taller side for a British woman. Her blue hair was dark to the point people would think it a slightly different shade of black due to some trick of the light. Her skin was on the paler side, but there was an ever so lovely hint of color to it. Her eyes were an electric blue as bright as his green eyes were vivid. Harry would have to admit she was beautiful even in this form with only two arms.

She was also more… endowed.

He very much needed to find the right words though. Harry thought for a moment and then put on a charming smile. "I always found you beautiful. The same is true with this form. Forgive me though. It will take a little time to get used to it," he answered as smoothly as he could.

Harry was an accomplished warrior of great power and ability now. It was not a stretch to say he easily outclassed any and all magicals of this world. He was not familiar with the ways of romance however. There wasn't exactly a lot of time for such things in the Lands Between while he fought for his survival.

When he saw Ranni smile to herself, he was relieved. It seemed he said the right thing, or at least the not awful thing. She turned to him with just a slight bit more color to her cheeks as she said, "Truly thou art a charmer. Befitting for one who is Elden Lord and My Dear Consort Eternal."

Harry couldn't help but smile brightly to that.

"Well then. Shall we?" he asked as he offered her his hand. Ranni took it with elegance and ease, befitting a Lunar Princess and goddess. Though she held tighter than most probably would.

"Let us see what this world has to offer," she said as they started down the hill.

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Harry was thankful for the clothing they choose for this journey. It had been too long since he was in this world, so he could not provide a good location for the Moon portal's exit. That being the case they dressed as inconspicuously as possible. The many sets of clothing he accumulated during his travels would easily pass in the wizarding world. A good number of them would cause jealousy in the wealthier members of wizarding society. For that reason, they would stick out worse than a swollen sore thumb among the main populace of the world, the muggles.

He himself was wearing a set of clothing he bought from one of the merchants. The set was called prisoner's clothing and he had pants from a different set. He cleaned it a good few times… and then Boc insisted on cleaning them properly. Harry also had Boc alter them by adding a few buttons along with mending any holes or tears. Harry untucked the trouser legs from his boots which gave him what he thought would more or less be an acceptable style. Regardless of that, the clothing fit far better than anything he had previously in this world.

Ranni's outfit had required a lot of attention and changes. She wasn't happy with having to intentionally destroy her beloved outfit. Luckily, Harry had found the spare she stored for safe keeping in Renna's Rise. That was the outfit Boc modified. Few would believe her current outfit came from such a fine set of robes. Her dress was very fine, though probably seen as a little old-fashioned in this world. The key was her outfit wouldn't seem old-fashioned to the point it stood out. The outfit worked really well on her and showed off her adult figure in a tasteful and still enticing manner.

"What is it that has garnered such intent focus from My Love?" Ranni asked playfully.

Harry blushed a slight bit at being caught staring. "Just releasing how much Boc's skills have improved," Harry tried to play it off.

"Is that all?" Ranni asked with a raised eyebrow.

Harry remained silent.

Ranni smiled as she added, "Me thinks thou hath more on your mind."

Harry looked to her and said, "There are many things on my mind. One of which is I hope we can find a way to bring Boc over as well."

"My Love has his Lady who is both Goddess and Royalty, yet he misses his demi-human seamster?" Ranni asked in a mock offended tone.

"I miss the guy. Plus, I met him first," Harry said to her with a slightly cheeky grin.

"That I know to be a lie. Thou met me first," Ranni said with a slight frown.

"Oh? I could have sworn that was Renna who I first met. Not Ranni," Harry teased her back.

Ranni shook her head while she held back a laugh. "Fine… Fine! If that is how you wish to play it," she replied as Harry chuckled.

She then nodded in thought. "It is more than possible to bring him over. I do fear if he would fit though. This world is much different from our own. Not even the magical world has a counterpart to the demi-humans, if you are to be believed on the matter," she said.

"I was part of the magical world for not even half a year. That says little for my credibility on the matter. Fortunately, the ancient knowledge I stumbled upon is much more reliable. There are ways to permanently change his appearance to more easily match this world, but…" Harry trailed off.

"That would feel wrong considering you convinced him he did not need to change who he was," Ranni provided looking to her love in understanding.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Perhaps we can find a way to explain his different appearance?" Ranni suggested in support.

She too would admit it would be nice if Boc could join them. She had known the little guy for a short period of time, but he was ever the endearing type. That didn't even consider how skilled he was as a seamster. Truly, he was one befitting of the Lunar Princess and her Elden Lord.

Harry seemed a bit happier hearing that. Ranni was glad she helped his mood. "Something to look into then. If I am to continue the Potter Line, as you said. We will be here for a time yet," he said.

"A long while, but also a short while," Ranni added.

Harry looked to her in question.

"You and I are eternal beings. I, a goddess. You, the Last Elden Lord. Grace and the Elden Ring reside in us both and cannot be taken from us," she said.

"Gods and goddesses dying was far from uncommon though," Harry said. There were people who skinned gods to wear as clothing even.

"True. And while I could lose my physical body. My sprit will always live on and not as a mere ghost. You on the other hand are quite literally immortal now," Ranni said.

"Considering how often I died…" Harry said with a scoff.

"Yet you always revived with your form fully intact," Ranni replied.

Harry was silent for a moment before nodding. "I guess immortality does not equate invincibility," he said.

"Wise words befitting an Elden Lord. Few realize this. They all think being immortal means no more pain. No more experiencing death. Both you and I can attest otherwise. I had to burn my original body as part of what I did. I felt every lick of the flame. Every ounce of the agony as my body burned. I did not handle my undertaking lightly," she further added.

"I do wonder though. Will I age? That would be more torture than anything after a certain point," Harry said.

"You will not age past what would be considered your mental and physical peak. You became Elden Lord at a young age, so that is doubly the case. Godfrey appeared aged due to the fact he was much older when he was given the title Elden Lord, yet despite his appearance and age he was more capable than many at their peak and he had multiple offspring," Ranni explained.

"That's a relief. I wouldn't mind if I aged until I was like 40 or something, but I would not like to be aged to 1000 years old squared," Harry said.

"But then you could call everyone before you a youngster without anyone thinking you hypocritical," Ranni supplied with a smile.

Harry shook his head. "As entertaining as that might sound, I'd prefer not to age to the point I have to worry about constantly having back pain, upon back pain, upon knee pain," he said.

"That tis too bad. Thou could not request a back massage from his lovely and eternally youthful wife then," Ranni said.

Harry looked to her and grinned. "I can still do that. It just wouldn't be something bothering me every day," he said.

"I may very well tell thou to get over thine pointless grumbling then," Ranni replied.

Harry frowned a little to himself for a second. He then smiled again. "What if I promise to return the favor?" he asked.

Ranni paused to that and nodded after a moment. "Perhaps I may allow you such privilege then," she replied.

"We can touch upon that later. I think we at least now have a much better idea regarding current trends and such on this world. Cell phones…" he said to himself in disbelief.

The 2000's were very different from 1991. He would have never thought people would carry around small phones in their pockets that flipped open. They even had a certain style to them.

"It also seems your choice in clothing is much more fashionable than we first thought," Ranni said as she looked around at the various men walking about. Harry had Boc also refit the shirt so it wasn't baggy and fit snug which seemed to be a very good call.

"I find that surprising as well. Give me a blazer to wear on top of this and I would be seen as the height of men's fashion," Harry added.

He had thought he would be passing enough. That people would just look the other way or something. He did not expect so many guys to be wearing something similar to what he had. He and Ranni also seemed more a fitting couple because of this. He was surprisingly very happy about that. He wanted people to look at them and think they were couple suited to each other.

"What shall we do next?" Ranni asked.

Harry was starting to notice her speech pattern was changing a bit. He figured it was to better fit in with the world. He really loved her usual manner of speaking, but he'd agree something similar to but not quite Old English would really stick out in this world.

Harry was in thought for a moment. He then smiled as he got a couple of ideas. Maybe claiming his family's fortune wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Hermione gave a groan as she sat up and stretched. Last night had been just as wild and crazy as she expected a night out with Ginny would be. She wasn't even sure what time it was.

"Probably not morning," she thought to herself as she groaned again. She was more than a bit hung over, but she smiled anyways. She didn't have any regrets.

The night had good food, good fun, and plenty of drinks. It ended with just the right amount of the kinky sex she wanted. Her pussy was well fucked. Her Asshole was well fucked. She spent a good amount of time with her face buried in Ginny's sweaty, smelly and tasty snatch. The night ended with both them covered in plenty of fluids and lots cum.

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"Does it count as breakfast if it is after lunchtime?" Hermione mused as she ate a bagel with cream cheese.

"If it bothers you that much, just call it brunch," Ginny said as she ate a sandwich.

They were at Ginny's 'fun pad' as she called it. It was a place she owned but it wasn't her actual home. Hermione didn't know or care where Ginny got the money to have more than one place to stay, even if she had some guesses.

Ginny said this was the best setup possible. If things got carried away the night before in some fashion, she didn't have to worry about sleeping in the same place the next night. She could just use a few not as well-known methods to clean it while she did her own thing.

"So. How are you doing today?" Ginny asked with a playful smirk.

Hermione just gave her a look, which caused Ginny to giggle.

"Any regrets?" Ginny then asked in a less teasing tone.

Hermione smiled as she replied, "None whatsoever. I'm just glad I don't have work today."

Ginny giggled before she said, "Yeah. I don't think even a very thorough shower would be enough this time."

Hermione blushed as she imagined herself going to her office in her current state. "It might be kind of kinky to go to work like this…" she said. Dirty, reeking of sex, hair mussed up with some 'interesting' sticking out parts. In a way she would be showing off to the others. There was no way a witch could get into such a state without having an incredible night.

Ginny laughed out loud to that. "You really are quite the kinky witch yourself," she said while shaking her head and smiling.

"Only on some occasions," Hermione replied with a grin.