That night Harry dreamed.

He was back in the shack/shed where his Grandfather and Uncles slept.

'Pup! You have been neglecting your studies!' Uncle Antioch posed in the 'Alert Guardian' stance. 'You have had your gifts for almost a month now, and still all you can do are Parlor Tricks.'

"Yes Sir." Harry knelt before the 'Great Dane'. "But they are some really great tricks."

'Tonight we teach you to hunt Spirits.'

'Spirits are both good and bad.' Uncle Cadmus stepped up beside his brother and sat, giving the impression that he was pushing a set of spects up his nose. 'Not all are bad or even evil. Most are like those Shades at hogwarts. Then there are those who hunt the innocent and the living. Tonight… you will join us, while your body rests, your mind and spirit will join the Wild Hunt.'

'Cheer up, Laddy.' his grandfather, many times removed, smirked from where he sprawled before a newly placed fireplace. Newly as in; it was not there the 'Last Time' Harry was. But it had that aged quality that the whole shack had. The whole place looked like it was built when the three brothers were human… 'I remember my first Hunt, and it was Great. You will Love it. And by the Magic of this place… you will be returned to your Body just before Sunrise. No matter how long the Hunt takes.'

A Horn sounded in the distance, and four heads turned towards it, three hound, one human. As the Horn sounded again, four Hounds bounded off in the Direction, answering the call themselves. Harry never noticed that he had shifted from human to Doggo.

As the four joined the rest of the 'hunt pack' Harry noticed that while 'everybody' was a hellhound, their base 'dog' was different. His Uncles were Great Danes, He was a Doggo, there were five greyhounds, six boar hounds like Fang, and then there was the Huntress.

A 'Human' sat on a 'Horse'. Only both were Headless. The Dullahan spoke like the uncles did… you just heard the words in your head. Yes it was a female, the fitted leather jerkin showed her solid yet smallish breasts and yet deep cleavage. 'A Hollow has escaped the Reapers. It has entered the Highlands, and as such, It is fair game. There is no bounty on this one yet, so we can kill it, just need to bring back proof of our Kill.' She thrust her boar spear into the air, 'We Hunt!'

She kneed her steed, and as it bolted into the night, the pack trailed at her heels…

HANE

Harry drug himself from bed just as the sun was rising and stumbled to the shower, stripping as he went. He returned, still blurry eyed but awake. He dressed in his uniform, poked the sleeping dragon in his pillows, and slung his school bag. $Up. I am heading down.$

$Food?$ was his sleepy answer.

$No.$ Harry hissed, $But I want to wait in the big room and spend time in a chair before the fire. Want to sleep in your pocket or here and risk leaving shineys unprotected?$

His answer was a puff of smoke, and grunt as the black dragon crawled from the pillows, dragging her rat-sack in her tail. $Carry me$

He scooped her up, and deposited her in her pocket. He then exited the dorm, heading for the fireplace.

As he made himself comfy, he set the 'wand alarm' charm for when Hermione normally got there. He then began to doze. When he entered this state… his canine nature bloomed, allowing his senses to reach their full range. Lounging there, he could smell his kitty-witch in her dorm, the stench of Ron farting in his bed, the foul odor of someone brewing polyjuice…

His ear twitched as he heard Hermione grunt as she rolled out of bed and padded to the loo. Minutes later he heard her mumbling as she scrubbed her teeth…and spit, and rinse… gargle… and spit. He smiled as he listened to her grunt as she fought her hair into her steel hair clip. He was too far away to hear the changing of clothing, but hearing Brown muttering 'TGIF' before she grunted and changed her breathing pattern, caused him to frown until he got the Idea; 'Tits Go In Front' and decided that Lavender was harnessing her growing bust.

Hearing the sound of Hermione's saddle shoes on the stairs forced him to wake up, and recall the canine. He struggled to his feet just as she stepped off the stairs.

"You're up early." it was not a question.

"Had a busy Night." he offered her his arm, before heading to the Great Hall. "Ever hear of the 'Wild Hunt'?"

"The Wild Hunt?" She asked, before frowning cutely. "Fabled Hunt of Beasts not of this realm. What they hunt is never clear, but to run afoul them is Death or worse." her glare pinned him to the spot. "Why?"

"I might have joined my Grandfather and Uncles in a Hunt last night." Harry grinned. "It was wild. The pack of about fifteen led by a female dullahan chased a vile spirit beast through the highlands, under the full moon… my heart was hammering my chest, almost drowning out the baying of the pack as we thundered across the moors.'

"Ah… Harry? The full moon was last week." Hermione frowned deeply.

"Uh, yeah." Harry coughed. "Never said that it was our earth I was hunting, or even if it was your 'last night'. Cadmus mentioned that time magic was involved."

The witch just glared at him, before punching his arm. "Next time, take me too. You can carry me as needed."

In short order, they arrived at the Great Hall. Harry paused to see who was there. Seeing Susan sitting at the hufflepuff table, he pointed her out to Hermione. "I'm going to see about some piggy time. Join me or get a start on your light reading." he hip bumped her, and moved on.

Hermione frowned, but turned to her usual spot and set up camp, first pulling a book from her bag as she sat. This morning it was 'Spells, grade four'.

"Good morning Red." Harry sat beside Susan. "I was hoping to talk about a little bit of 'piggy time'."

Susan grinned when Harry sat beside her, opposite of Hannah, but frowned at his last words. "Is that all you think about?"

"No." he looked away for a second, "Not all. But I have spent some time since it was mentioned thinking about it. Sometimes I am the aggressor, sometimes the prey. And while at no time am I ever going to want to say 'stop'…" he allowed it to hang.

"And your reason for being here now?" Hannah glared at him.

"I'm having lunch with Greengrass at her table." Harry shrugged, "I thought I would offer Miss Bones the option of my company… so we can learn who each other is. That and with my being here, we can tease Neville over too." Harry turned his head as the smells of cut 'green' came to his nose. "Yo, Longbottom, get over here!"

Neville frowned, as he adjusted his heading from his spot in the Red and gold to where Harry was sitting. "Potter. What can I do for you?"

"Entertain the blond. I need to talk to the Redhead into a wrestling match. If I could get you in as a Tag-team partner, and as my wingman, I have a better than even Odds of being pinned to the Floor and assaulted."

Neville blinked twice, "Did not Dean say that the object of that sport was to pin your opponent, while not letting them pin you?"

"In those games…" Harry nodded. "Yes. But when it is two damn fine females that are doing the pinning…" Harry waved his hand at Hannah. "Do you want to be on top?"

Neville glanced at the blond, before looking back at Harry. "Yes. I always preferred to be on top of Hannah. She cheats in wrestling."

Hannah blushed at the beginning, but frowned and stood to face off with Neville about the cheating part. After three minutes, she had him in a headlock and he was not fighting too hard to break out.

"Nice." Susan snarked. "Now she is going to rant about him all afternoon." She glared at Potter.

"Think about it, babe." Harry grabbed a scone that was in the basket nearby. "When She begins her rant, ask her how it felt to have his face in her breasts. You will notice he is not fighting back, other than to keep enough of a gap to breath."

"So… consort contract." Bones was all business. "When?"

"Before your twentieth. I want you to be in charge of your life. I was thinking, "Heir and Spare', for Bones. Any other… by choice or otherwise… be Potter-Black. You will be contracted to join in Family Orgy Night, and your own private night of coupling. Each month. Anything else is up to the witch."

"So I must perform my Wifely duties twice a month?"

"Only if that Month we are having a Family Orgy." Harry, having finished his scone, was looking about the Table for something more. "That will be up to the Wife and Witches involved. As the Buck, I just show up, pleasure you all and die happy."

$MEAT!$ Verdaim crawled out of her pocket and jumped to the table. $Tubed PIG!$

Harry sighed, and knocked on the table, "A plate of sausage, please. Another of Bacon, and a basket of scones. Thank you." He turned to Susan. "Now do you have any demands as a Consort of House Potter-Black?"

"What if my Night falls during my Monthlies?"

"Then we cuddle by the fire, eat ice cream, and cry." Harry answered as he remembered his Aunt during her bad nights. Uncle Vernon usually made sure that he and Dudley were away those nights. "And we try to schedule the next month's night not during that week." He pushed the plate of sausage in front of the dragon, set the plate of bacon aside and split the first scone so he could butter it. He offered half to Bones. "Knowing my Luck, the Five of you will align and hit that week at the same time. I make sure you witches are well stocked on the eight forms of chocolate, plus coffee, and whatever. Then I take Dobby, and leave you with your Elf." He swigged a drink of water. "For the week."

"Five?"

"Well, there are three 'in talks', as I understand it." He looked her in the eyes. "Hannah is close, and I fear our union will draw her closer. Then there is Hermione, Weasley-ette, and then there is that family I stayed with in California." Harry grabbed a second scone. "That is something. Have you and Hannah given any thought about becoming Animagi?"

"And here I thought you could not fall any further." A whiney voice carried across the Hall.

Everybody near them looked up at Draco Malfoy as he strode up. "Potter pandering to a 'Puff?" He snorted, "Or is that a 'Puff pandering to Potter."

It took everything in Harry's self control not to look. His 'puppy magic' bounced around the Blond, 'barking'. 'Snake in the Grass. Seeks to strike when you can not defend. Poisonous!'

"Damn it!" Harry roared loudly. "Neville, When you must go to the Greenhouses before breakfast, make sure to scrape your shoes! It smells like you stepped in something!"

"Ah…Harry?" Neville stood up straight, Hannah still holding him in a headlock, squeaked. "I did not go to the Greenhouses this morning." He sniffed, as he watched Malfoy out of the corner of his eye. "Your Correct about the Smell. I just thought it was Weasley."

That was enough. Not only were these peasants ignoring him, but then they had the gall to not only compare him to that Blood-traitor, but to say He smelled like the Redheaded lout, or dragon-dung… He drew his wand, the spell leaving his tongue and wand so fast he never thought about the consequences of that spell…

Everyone sucked in their breath as the Curse was fired at not Potter, but Bones.

Potter moved like he had practiced this very maneuver. His Left Hand swatted the Curse away, into the ceiling overhead, as he cleared the table and Bench from his seated position, to grab Malfoy by the throat, and Lift him from the Floor, as the image of Human Harry fell way… leaving the hybrid form of human crossed with hellhound. Full Hellhound. Scales in place of fur that cracked and allowed the inner furness to breathe, as sulfur enriched smoke drifted from his nostrils. His teeth were white, long, and sharp.

And they were in Maloy's face.

The Body was muscled, sculpted, and while only Four foot, six, he was standing on the bench. The length of the arm holding the boy in the air was longer than the leg. Several witches shivered as their eyes raked this new form of the Boy-who-lived.

Malfoy wet himself.

"Sue, Luv. Call Auntie, for me." Hell-Harry crackled. "Something tells me that the Curse this inbred idiot just threw at you is something She is going to want to know about."

"I am here, Mister Slobberjowel. You can release him." the Director strode over to stand the boy when the Hybrid dropped him. "Human Please." As Harry shimmed back into the Hogwarts student that was flirting with Susan, the Director glared at him. "And just where is your Minder?"

Harry turned his head as he looked at Hermione. "Where is She?"

"She?" Hermione had packed away her stuff and scurried to Harry's side… "Oh, Her. She was still asleep when we came down. Apologize Director. We have not yet gotten used to having a minder, nor has she gotten used to our clocks." She Hooked a hand in Harry's arm, "We will go get her right now."

Harry stood, turned to collect his dragonette, when his eyes noticed Susan's breathing and shivering. He grinned, allowing his fangs to show. "You Shiver with Antisa… pation. But the Cold is not to Blame. So I will remove the Cause…" He stepped back, over the downed Malfoy, and passed the stren Director. "But Not the Symptom!" He turned and strode away.

In minutes they were back in the Tower Common Room. the second the 'Fat Lady' had shut behind them, Hermione grabbed Harry, shaking with mirth, as He howled his laughter.

"What's so funny?" A bedraggled Tonks stood at the top of the stairs to the female dorms.

"Harry just Pulled a Frank'n'futter exit in the Great Hall." Hermione fought to regain control.

"Exit?" Tonks frowned as she stumped down the last few steps. "Like from his song… Sweet Transvestite?"

"And I quote, 'You Shiver with Antisa… pation. But the Cold is not to Blame. So I will remove the Cause…' He stepped back, 'But Not the Symptom!' and He turned and strode away." Hermione clasped, laughing into Harry's chest.

"Tonks." Harry sighed as he regained his breath. "We need to get used to you being a member of our group. WE forgot that I need you at my side if not my heel. Malfoy interrupted my 'Piggy-time' with Sue, and then threw that curse at her. If I had not swatted into the ceiling above…"

"It was a castration hex." Hermione was suddenly very calm. "In the case of either you or Sue, it is a Line Ender curse." She pulled Harry close. "Malfoy will be facing Charges for this one, and Daddy can not make it go away." She flicked her wand at Tonks, and the Auror's boots tightened and tied themselves, as her skirt and tie straightened themselves out. "And back we go."

HANE

"You Shiver with Antisa… pation. But the Cold is not to Blame. So I will remove the Cause…" He stepped back, over the downed Malfoy, and passed the stren Director. "But Not the Symptom!" Harry Potter turned and strode away.

"Okay…" Bones turned back to her niece, "I do hope that you have settled on the issue. That line caused my panties to drop."

"Aunty!" Susan cried in embarrassment. Before her eyes fell on the worm at her Aunt's feet. "But that is not the here or now. That scum…" She pointed at Draco, "Threw a Castration Curse at me. Not at Potter, but at me." She huffed, "Had Not Harry swatted the curse into the rafters, House Bones would not survive my Death. Line Ender."

Director Bones' wand snapped out, binding Mr Malfoy in ropes of leather. "Runcorn. This Wizard will sit in that cell until I return. If He is removed for any reason… it had better be over your dead body. Am I understood?"

The Stone faced Auror grunted, grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck, and drug him out.

Amelia frowned at the image of Longbottom standing there with Hannah hanging from his shoulders, by the way of a poorly applied headlock. After a minute of study, she had to ask, "Heir Longbottom… Why are you wearing a witch in that manner?"

"There was some disagreement as to who was to be on top. I claimed that Miss Abbot used… less than fair tactics in our games of childish dominance. She proceeded to show me the error of my thinking." His head turned slightly. "You are Correct, Heir Potter." Neville smiled at his Dorm mate, "Being on the Bottom is more fun, at this time."

Hannah squeaked, as she released her hold, only to be caught by the gentle giant.

"Mister Potter, do you know the spell that was cast at you?" the Director asked.

Harry snorted. "I am told that it was a Castereration Curse, only it was not cast at me, but Miss Bones. An attempt to end the Line of an Ancient and Noble House. Had it been me he was casting it at, it would have been an attempt to end the Line of an Ancient and Most Noble House with assault on the Heir of a Most Ancient and Noble House." Harry Sneered. "Looks like I will be accompanying you when you return to the Office, Director. I Need to file the Paperwork for a Blood Feud. To attempt to End the House of a Witch just because she is sitting beside me… that was a step too far."

"House Longbottom Stands with House Potter." Neville set the witch down. "I could not do anything first, but I can back you."

"House Greengrass stands with House Potter." Daphne spoke from the Doorway.

"House Zanibi Stands with House Potter." Blaise leaned on the door.

"Not knowing the full details, Boss, but I dare say you did not seal a crime scene." Tonks flashed a cocky grin at the Director.. "I got two golds that says Luci cuts Draco loose rather than Face another Potter Alliance."

One of the Weasley twins was instantly at her hip, writing her a receipt and collecting the gold.

Two girls, a year older than Harry, stepped forward. "We see your gold, and say Lord Luci will use every politician in his pocket." Their twin speak was not the pong style, but rather more of a unison chorus. "Starting with Fudge."

"Then I had better get to Fudge before he does." Harry turns to Tonks, "Grab ahold. I feel a field trip coming up." Hermione, and Director Bone bolted to his side, grabbing his arm. Harry shimmered away, taking the three witches. with him.

HANE

The four of them appeared in the Attrim.e

Director Boness quickly led the way past the greeter's desk. Her presence cleared Harry and Hermione as the four swept back to the lift cages.

"Hang on." Harry whispered to Muggleborn. "Like the knight bus, the lifts are both better than the muggle design, and worse. Think turbo lifts of Star Trek crossed with steampunk engineering."

"A triple decker bus, with a two story chandelier on the first level." The Muggleborn only snorted as the cage closed them in. the Cage jerked, causing Harry to Grab both Hermione, the first time rider, and Tonks, the super clutz.

"I Warned you." Harry snorted.

"But I was not ready." Herrmione took a minute to enjoy his holding her. "What is her excuse?"

"She is a super clutz."

When the lift hit the DMLE, the four exited, heading for the Director's office. Once there, Bones and Potter filed the parchment work. After filing the Paperwork declaring Blood feud on House Malfoy, by House Bones with House Potter listed as Champion. They left room on both sides to add names. Daphne and Blaise had sworn their Houses to the Fight, so Lord Greengrass would need to file as would Lady Zanibi.

With the sheets stamped, duplicated, filed, and the Notices Owled out… the Four returned to the Lift, to advance to the Prime Floor. The showing of both the Director of MLE and the Boy-who-Lived caused the masses to part like the Red Sea. Arriving at the Minister's Secretary's desk, Harry stepped forward.

"Harry Potter to Fudge." Harry adjusted his tie. "Something about reelection?"

"One Minutes Mister Potter." the bimbo-witch gushed as she scrambled to the door of the office. A few seconds of whispering, and she guided the four into the Office.

Minister Fudge was having Tea with a toad-faced witch as he filed out important work.

"Ah, Deloris." Amelia purred. "So happy that you are here. I won't have to deliver your notice separately." The Toad-faced Witch gave a smile that curdled Harry's stomach. "Something Dire happened at Hogwarts. It Caused one student to be arrested, pending Charges, and Forcing House Potter to come to you, Minister."

"How Can I Help You, My Boy?" Fudge's face had a smile that Vernon often used to smooze new clients.

"How do you Feel about those who attempt to 'Line End' outside of Honorable Combat?" Harry mimicked the smile.

Just then the door burst in, as Lord Malfoy entered in a panic. "Fudge! My Heir has been arrested on some trumped up charges!"

HANE

TBC