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Chap. 48: Fun, Work, and Working for Fun.

"Alright, Harry, you said I could borrow your Cloak, right? For the night?"

Harry glanced up from his Potions essay on Thursday afternoon. The Gryffindor Common Room, where they'd already finished one quick game of chess (three guesses who won), was nearly empty, with just the few of their class-mates who had the same classes they did lounging around. It was a chilly, blustery day heralding the onset of Autumn, and a freezing rain had come down in the night that had drenched the grounds in ice before breakfast.

Hermione was about half-way through her Ancient Runes class with Arithmancy still to go, and Ginny, if Harry remembered right, was in Defense Against the Dark Arts with Sirius as her professor.

How did she not mention that for a couple of weeks, anyway?

Harry pushed the stray thought from his head, nodding. "Sure, I don't mind, just don't get it lost. Who're-" his voice lowered as he glanced around the room, "Who're you gonna go spy on?"

Ron grinned conspiratorially, "I heard there's a couple trying out a threesome in Hufflepuff tonight, so I'm gonna see if I can get into the Warren and find out where. Should be a lark even if I don't find 'em. Maybe I'll sneak into Hannah's room while Neville's up here, yeah?"

Harry snorted, "You have fun, then. But hey, remember that Friday night you've gotta stay in the Tower for that present on Saturday morning."

Ron's smile returned, brighter yet. "Not gonna tell me what it is, are you?"

"Not until Saturday morning, no. Go on, my trunk should be in the dorm."

Lilith was off somewhere far from the castle for once, doing something about establishing her 'real' credentials as his Social Worker, and wouldn't be back until Saturday morning, or so she'd said, which was leaving Harry somewhat frustrated. Neither Ginny nor Hermione were willing to go down on him in the Great Hall, which limited his orgasms per day from about fifteen on average to six or so. Romilda wasn't yet back, and now that Mandy was... gone, there were two less girls in the castle. Thinking of Mandy left a sour taste in Harry's mouth, but it wasn't quite enough to dissuade him from needing relief. To him, now, sex was almost like eating. He had to, or he would die. At least, it felt like that more often than not.

Lavender's bond with him was one option, but she was currently running some sort of quiz-game out of Witch Weekly for Parvati and a few of their friends in the years above and below, and it would be, Harry felt, rude to demand she come shag him just then.

Iris...? No... I'm not in the mood. I wonder... well...

A stray thought Lilith had mentioned flittered through Harry's mind, and he grinned as an entire realm of possibilities opened before him. While self-pleasure as a man had grown stale and unsatisfying before he'd summoned Lilith, it had started to renew its pleasure due to lack of need and new voyeurism opportunities combined. But he didn't want to just copy Ron, so that was boring still.

Self-pleasure as a girl, though, was still new.

And there was... something else.

But... I'll want privacy, he thought, continuing to plan as he gathered up his schoolwork, the essay half-finished but not due for a couple days anyway, and went up to his room to stow away his books, passing Ron, who was grinning from ear-to-ear, in the stairwell, shimmering cloak half-on already. While there, he pulled a few items out from his trunk, too, shrinking them down and stowing them in his pockets.

He made another stop at the private quarters, and then headed for the kitchen.

Once the painting with the bowl of fruit had closed behind him, Harry glanced around for his favorite elf, finding him about forty yards to the left and ahead, tending to a rather sickly-looking female elf. He hurried over, wending his way through the short, busy creatures that seemed madly intent on making dinner a success as usual, waving off the three who had stopped to ask if they could help him.

"Dobby? And... is that Winky?"

"Yes, Harry Potter, Sir, it is Dobby and it is Winky. Dobby is sorry, Sir, but Dobby is very busy."

"Er..."

Harry could tell he was, for Winky was in terrible shape. There were butterbeer bottles scattered about, and the female elf swooned, eyes rolling in her head, as she swayed on a footstool, swathed in more than one thick blanket. "What's... wrong? Can I help?"

"Not without Bonding, Harry Potter Sir," Dobby said quickly, pausing in his work of tending to the other elf, "Winky is pining for her Master, and doesn't want to get better. Now, she doesn't even want to work."

Behind him, Harry heard the mass of elves give a single gasp of horror in unison.

"That... that sounds pretty bad," Harry conceded. "But this 'bonding'. What does it mean?"

"She needs a family to serve," Dobby muttered, "and not just any family. One with secrets to keep, one with... well, one like her old Master's family."

"Winky," the tiny, forlorn figure whispered, "is- hic- a good... elf..."

Maybe it wasn't the right call, and maybe Hermione would be most cross with him, but Harry had always been prone to snap decisions. "Well, Winky, I need an elf, and I need one in a hurry. I need a good elf, and a sober one."

Slowly, the watery blue eyes looked up at him.

"If you can be sober, I can bond with you. You can be my elf, Winky."

"Sir... Sir wants Winky?"

He nodded slowly.

The elf swayed on her stool, then fell with a soft crash onto the floor.

Dobby groaned, "Most kind of you, Sir, but Dobby is worried that Winky is... is too drunk to Bond. If Sir is willing still, could Sir return tomorrow? Dobby will try and get Winky cleaned up."

"Er... that sounds alright," Harry agreed, "Will.. will she be okay until then?"

The elf nodded unsurely, "Dobby- Dobby thinks so. Winky is very sick, but this will give Winky hope."

"Okay. Well.. I'll come by as soon as I can after breakfast tomorrow, then," Harry told him, "Good luck."

Then he turned to the other elves, "Alright, now I need some assistance. Probably just one of you."

Of course, that meant fifteen or more were vying for his attention in moments, more than thirty eyes looking up at him, blinking in strange concert.

"Er... I need a few things, like what one would set up for a dorm room. The bed, dresser, all those sorts of things. Um... including a large, floor-length mirror. Maybe five feet on a side, the kind you can hang on a wall."

"We's can get these things, Sir," one of the older male elves, the closest one to him in their jostling, replied, "but where does Sir want them delivered?"

"To- to the Chamber of Secrets."

The elves, as one, gasped. Eventually, the older one, now visibly nervous and twisting his long fingers together, murmured, "We- it isn't that we's unwilling, Sir, but we's don't know where that be."

Harry sighed. "Well.. can you follow me, then? I can show you. Then, maybe that one can show the others?"

The elves cast several more glances among themselves, then the spokesman nodded, "That sounds agreeable, Sir. So, bedroom things for one, and you will need an elf or two to accompany you, taking the things down?"

Harry nodded.

"When are you ready to go?"

"Right now."

The elf jumped, and several of them vanished with a pop, returning as if they had coordinated it somehow, with a disassembled bed frame, clean of dust, a pair of mattresses, and full bed-things and sheets. Another pair returned with a mirror as he'd described, a twin to the new one in his room though this one had no crack in it, and the familiar style of dresser and wardrobe combination followed, this time brought by three elves. All of the items were quickly shrunken down and placed in an empty pot, which began to hover over the spokesman's head. "I is ready, Sir," the older elf supplied.

Harry nodded, "Well... follow me, then. Er... can you take people with Elf-apparition? Inside Hogwarts?"

The old elf frowned, shaking his head so his long ears flopped, "We can, but we isn't being allowed, Sir."

"Alright, then," Harry shrugged, "It isn't that far. We can walk, it's just up on the second floor."

Since many students were still in classes and the rest were working on homework so they could have the evening free, the halls were empty aside from Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, who hissed and fled as Harry approached, no doubt to warn her owner that there was a student out of place, as if she'd known Harry's schedule in the first place.

But Filch was still nowhere in sight as Harry blithely walked into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She wasn't present, as far as he could tell after checking the stalls, so he hissed at the proper sink, and the elf gaped in amazement as it opened.

"Alright," Harry told him, "Now, we're going to fly down. We can slide, it's safe, but it's really dirty. Hop on my broom, and please don't freak out about it."

The elf was shocked, seeming terrified by Harry's command, but it quickly climbed up behind him, and fisted two small hands in his robes as Harry started to move down, lighting the way with his wand held against the broom-shaft.

Since the elf was clearly scared, Harry kept up a calm commentary, starting with, "What's your name, anyway? I'm Harry."

The elf, who he could tell was female only by the shape of truly miniscule breasts pressing into his back, whimpered, "I- I is Maggi, sir!"

"Well, good to meet you, Maggi. Anyway, once we get down there we'll be passing a messy area and then we'll be into the Chamber after we go through a door I have to unlock like the sink. The actual Chamber of Secrets is past that door. It's messy, but my friend Dobby has been cleaning it, so it won't be too bad. We'll put the furniture in there. Once it's arranged, you can go back and tell the others how to get here if you want."

"Y-y-yes, s-sir!"

The elf was clearly terrified, but the cauldron hovering over both their heads remained steady as they descended smoothly. He paused for dramatic effect before the door, but the elf only stared at it with eyes wide enough to reflect the snake designs on it in his wand-light. "Oh, and, erm, don't freak out about the basilisk. It's dead."

"B-B-B-"

The elf lasted three seconds before swaying and fainting. Harry only just caught the cauldron before it squashed her. "Should've seen that coming... Dobby?"

For once, his friend did not show up. "Oh, yeah, I asked him to help Winky. Eh, whatever. I can carry them in." He set the cauldron to the side and used his wand to levitate Maggi into the Chamber and down onto the much cleaner floor. In fact, as he stared around, the Chamber was remarkably different than when he'd last seen it.

The snake motif was still at the core of the decorating of course, and the face of Salazar Slytherin dominated the rear wall, but that was all that remained as Harry had first seen it. There were still some traces of green in the cracks on the walls, but the stones and tiles that made up the surfaces were scoured clean of any sort of detritus, mold, mildew, or other stain. The statuary serpents that lined the reflecting pools were polished white marble once more, and the pools themselves ran with clear water so that Harry could see with a glance that actual lake plants and even fish occupied the feature. And the green-tinted flames that had once lit the Chamber, back when he had battled the shade of Tom Riddle were gone, too. Now the torches burned with a soft golden light, more like natural sunlight. "Dobby... you are amazing..."

Harry continued to turn slowly several times, taking in every detail of the massive hall that he could. There were still, he noticed, a few signs of battle. The skeleton did indeed still lay half-inside the great pool it had been in when he struck it down with the sword of Godric Gryffindor. Many of the tiles were smashed and shattered by its death-throes, or the thrashing it had done as Fawkes the Phoenix had plucked out its maleficent eyes. And good riddance to it. I don't mind snakes, the statues are even pretty cool like this instead of creepy, but that was just... not fun.

"S- s-sir...?"

"Oh, you're awake. Welcome back, Maggi. Are you alright?"

The elf was sitting up on her skinny rump, rubbing her eyes as she peered around the room, but mostly at the colossal skeleton a hundred or so feet away. "Is... is that...?"

"The basilisk? Yeah. It's dead, see? No reason to worry."

"S- Sir... fought... that?"

Harry grinned. Once, the awe in the creature's voice would've made him burn with embarrassment. Now, it only filled him with a sense of pride in whatever skill he had demonstrated that night (or sheer determination, if he were honest with himself), and the luck that had carried him through. "Yep. Close thing, too. If Dumbledore's Phoenix hadn't saved me, it'd have finished me off. See? It bit me right here as I stabbed it in the mouth."

The elf, even sitting, swayed once more, but Harry threw himself to his knees and grabbed her about the shoulders, "Hey, it's alright, it's alright. I'm fine, you're fine, the Basilisk is dead. My friend, Dobby? The one that's been taking care of Winky?"

"Maggi- Maggi knows Dobby, Sir. All the Elves of Hogwarts know Dobby and Winky. They is... they is weirdos, Sir!"

The emphasized word was said in a low hiss, as if the female elf would catch the same disease simply by mentioning it. Harry only laughed, "Maybe, but Winky was punished for doing what her Master ordered her to do, as far as I know, and Dobby... well, yeah, he's a bit odd, but I like him. Anyway, he's been cleaning this up. Done a great job, too."

"Dobby has... Dobby has been doing extra work?"

"Yep, work for me."

"Oh. Maggi... Maggi did not know that. Maybe Dobby has not been shirking work when he vanishes from the kitchens."

"He also said he's been assigned to our staff rooms. He's done a great job there, too."

"Oh..."

"Anyway," Harry chirped, pushing himself up with a hand on his knee, "Let's get to work, shall we? I was thinking of setting everything up in this corner right here, by the mirror. The other one, I want right behind it, free-standing. Or maybe we can lean it on the dresser back or something if we need to."

Maggi blinked twice, her eyelids taking almost a half-second to cross her massive orbs and return, "Sir- Sir will be sleeping in this bedroom, Sir?"

"Oh, no," Harry laughed, waving off her concern, "Maybe napping, but not sleeping. The bed's for other things. The dresser is for convenience. Eh, don't worry about it. Just help me set it up, okay?"

"Okay, Sir."

Over the next ten minutes, which was all it took, they returned each piece of furniture back to its regular size and levitated it into place so that as one entered the Chamber of Secrets, there was a nice, comfortable bed area, complete with a few rugs that Maggi popped out and returned with after suggesting it to Harry. Once the work was done, Harry spent a few more minutes in the Chamber, pacing around the main room to find two more doors past the semi-circular walk around the pool the Basilisk had emerged and died from. He didn't try to open either, given that he was alone and no one even knew he was down there aside from Maggi, but he reminded himself again to set to exploring it soon once his friends were around.

On his way out, Harry took the few steps necessary to close the door, watching as it locked him inside, then went to the dresser, and started stripping, almost ripping his clothes off in his haste, before he went to stand by the mirror, utterly nude.

The stones were cold against his feet, but Harry felt a warmth in his body he could not deny, and even without females present, he was fully erect and ready for his plan to proceed.

As he watched himself in the mirror, his body began to change.

It was faster, now, and in less than thirty seconds the stunning figure of the person Harry now thought of as his maybe unborn sister stood in front of the mirror instead.

Iris stretched, admiring herself, then watched in the glass as she lifted one of her breasts to her mouth and suckled at the nipple, mouthing it with her lips until it was hard, before sliding a hand down her body to slip between her folds. She quickly pushed two fingers into herself, curling them up against her g-spot, already breathing rapidly as she imagined Ginny going down on her, Ron filling her, then Lyra fucking her with her own brother's cock, and...

Iris gasped as she climaxed around her fingers, falling to her knees on the stone floor, unable to focus her eyes on even her own delicious image until the crest had passed. Once it was done, she slowly pulled forth her fingers and pushed them into her mouth, relishing her own strawberry-tang taste, and pushed herself back to her feet. Still rubbing her cunt, Iris walked on shaky legs back to her clothing and picked up Harry's trousers, carrying them by the waist over to the bed, which faced the mirror per her instructions, climbing up to sit against the headboard and pushing two of the pillows behind her back to soften it.

Then she reached into Harry's pockets and pulled out the shrunken form of a familiar purple dildo. Once it was at full size again, she tapped it to turn on the vibration function, and without further preamble, shoved it up into her body.

In the silence of the Chamber, Iris cried out in pleasure as she was filled with the massive phallus. It was both more stimulating and yet less personal than having Ron inside her, and Iris decided within the first few seconds that she legitimately had no preference either way, as long as it felt this good, made her this warm and full inside.

But Iris wasn't done, for Harry had come down here for self-pleasure, yes, but also a bit of experimentation.

So, breathing heavily, Iris looked down between her full breasts at her shivering crotch, the bottom inch of the dildo held in by the mattress, and focused on her body itself. How it felt, how each sensation from the full roundness of her breasts to the occasional twitch as the dildo wriggled within her core, and the high-frequency vibrations coaxed more and more pleasure from her. How her entire body seemed on fire with need, but how that part was a particularly bright, white-hot inferno of lust, even as she felt another wave of satisfaction approach.

How good it felt to have a cock in her mouth... How good Harry felt when his was in someone else's.

Her body changed, slowly at first.

But as the bulge, just a bump really, began to appear from the skin over her clit, Iris' eyes widened and her respiratory rate increased. The bump grew larger, darkening to purple and changing in texture as it grew out, mushroom-like, from her body. Longer... longer. It was Harry's own size, his original... and bigger. Bigger, bigger, until a cock the size of Lilith's sprung from her. As she relaxed, it thumped against Iris' chest, landing just below her chin, the hot tip pressing into her throat with its gentle curve.

This time, she'd remembered to strengthen her heart and lungs, too, to allow the massive addition to her body to exist without causing a precipitous drop in her blood pressure.

She still felt like she wanted to pass out, but not from that.

Instead, as Iris looked she could not decide if she wanted to see herself in the mirror, or just look down her body at the gargantuan limb, as long as Harry's lower arm, that lay against her stomach and between her tits. She shivered, slowly bringing up a hand next to the head, looking down to see... her fist was almost the exact same size as the head.

Reaching down, one hand didn't go more than a tiny bit past half-way around her cock, but she pushed it away just a little, then tilted her head down to lick at the salty, glistening slit on the top.

She shivered again, moaning, and closed her mouth over it, suckling at the tip. Her tongue laved around in circles around her lips, and she gasped, the pleasure shooting from her core up the curve of her spine and sending a shockwave through her whole body. She wanted more...

It was so kinky, so strange, but...

Slowly, the penis thinned, narrowed about a half-inch in diameter, and that extra mass added length. Iris opened her mouth wide, and shoved the whole head of her dick into it, closing her lips as she'd learned from Lilith, then Hermione, and finally from her own limited practice, and inhaled. Oh, Merlin, I'm sucking my own dick... Gods, why does it feel so good?

Iris started to bob, still unable to get more than the head into her mouth because of the angle, and reached down to run one of her hands up and down the shaft, pressing it into her body and between her full, hard tits. The other hand, meanwhile, slid further down, brushing over the clit that now sat at the base of her cock and slipped a finger into her folds alongside the dildo, gasping as the pleasure made the member in her mouth jump.

As her finger started to pump, her hips began to thrust involuntarily. That pushed her cock into her mouth further and further as she slid down the bed. Iris choked when the tip hit her mouth, then instinctively relaxed and pushed, pushed, until she gagged and coughed on herself, and pushed again.

Pop.

She didn't know how she hadn't already lost control, for the ecstasy her body felt was truly incredible. Fingering herself when aroused as she'd ever been, throat-fucking herself, giving herself a half-assed tit-job, too...

Still, Iris wanted more.

Without conscious thought, her spine separated painlessly, becoming almost insectoid in how it was built, and she suddenly found herself able to stretch and move in inhuman ways. Iris' brilliant green eyes rolled back in her head as the cock sank further into her mouth. It hurt, for she was huge, but it also felt so, so good, and she didn't want to stop, not ever stop, not even after she came, and-

The first pulse washed up from invisible, or even non-existent, testicles to blast past the barrier of her madly-stroking hands, past her lips, still tightly sealed around her shaft about four inches below the fist-sized head, past the curve of her throat, and out... or in, depending on which end you were talking about. For Iris could also feel each shot as it hit her esophagus at an angle, practically punching against the surface of the spongy flesh and ricocheting down further, to pool and land in her stomach. Even that knowledge, that indescribable feeling enhanced her orgasm, extending it, driving her mad.

She humped faster, further, harder, every drive of her hips bringing out pleasure for her cock, making the dildo in her cunt shake and writhe, feeding her mouth with dick, and it was always more, more.

She came again, and again.

Each load made her stomach feel more full and hot, but Iris didn't care.

It was too much, too sexy, too hot, too much, and still she wanted more.

On her next orgasm, the seventh or maybe seventeenth, Iris' body couldn't hold out, and she collapsed, limp, reclined against sweat-damp pillows on the squirt-wet bed, gasping for air and completely unconscious. Asleep, she burped, sending a full tablespoon of her semen flying upward to splatter onto her chest.

While Iris slept, Lilian Vergot worked. Idly, she contemplated how easy it was to cut through the red tape of beauracracy with a blow-job, to grease the wheels of government with girl-cum, and otherwise to make life easier if you had no sexual hangups whatsoever, and little thought to consequences.

Sure, she'd been with no fewer than sixteen Muggles that day of various genders, but as far as Her Majesty's Government was now concerned, Lilian Vergot had been a model student (aside from some inappropriate actions with peers, most of which were not beyond the norm at her age) through lower and higher education. Then she'd gone on to get her social work degree, passing with flying colors thanks to one Professor's not too-hidden habit of shagging his prettier students (not that that part was reflected in her exam results), and had been Harry James Potter, of Number Four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey's Social Worker since July of the previous year.

And it was only four in the afternoon. She still had time for a few more rounds with anyone needing extra encouragement, and an hour of the work-day without even pushing into overtime.

She knocked on the door of Number Four itself, then stepped inside without waiting for someone to answer, for she could hear there wouldn't be an answer coming. Indeed, the gorgeous, professionally-dressed Succubus had all-but ensured that Petunia Dursley would be quite a bit too busy to answer the door.

Her neighbors, her clients, were men with needs, after all, and a small dose of dust from her wings was all it took anymore before the neighborhood's best-known prostitute (at least for the older crowd) had men literally waiting in the wings of her living room for a turn over her kitchen table.

Lilian gave the group of three men a wave, sending each of them reeling with another shake of her invisible wings and a commanding look, knowing that it was more than enough combined to keep them waiting, and from disturbing her own work.

The man she knew as Mr. Urban, from Goshawk Row a few streets away, was already sweating and nearly finished with his half-hour's diversion when Lilian stepped into the room. He didn't even notice her presence as she reached up to tap his sweaty neck, sending him into immediate, powerful orgasm.

Then as he limply stumbled away after having dropped fifty pounds- a good tip included- in the jar on the table beneath the phone, Lilian looked over Harry's aunt. She had been attractive enough, once, the Succubus mused, but years of being an utter bitch to more than just her Master had drained almost all the kindness out of her, and with it much of her looks. She wasn't hideous, for a woman in her mid forties, but would never be truly attractive again. Instead, she only looked up at Lilian with glassy eyes and a somewhat disapproving scowl, as if daring her to disapprove while she slowly pushed up onto her elbows, closed her house-robe- all she wore much, anymore- and slid off the table, not bothering to clean the mess the man had made from between her legs. "What do you want?"

Lilian smiled, setting her attaché on the cleanest spot on the table and opening it, withdrawing several papers. "You are giving up custody of your ward, Harry James Potter, to me on a temporary basis. He will be in my care until the school year ends, at which time I will have a suitable home ready for him. The foster parent has already agreed."

Petunia scowled, reaching for a cup of coffee, something she'd never have tolerated in her house until after Vernon had entered Hospital. Now, she needed the caffeine to keep up with her clients. Someone had to pay the bills, especially since Petunia would not allow her lifestyle to be lowered by… that freakish tragedy that had been dropped on her doorstep years before. Vernon's income had dropped to zero, and she flat-out refused to rely entirely on the hand-outs of the government her husband so despised. She was not a pauper, no matter what her household budget looked like these days. Still, there was some good news at least. "You mean the fr- the boy- will be gone? He's not coming back?"

once his insurance ran out.

"No," Lilian assured her, "except to visit. It seems he and your son have built some sort of relationship. But no, once you sign these forms, Harry Potter will no longer live here. In fact, I'm taking his belongings with me. All of them."

Petunia nodded. "All... I take it you already know I've more, then."

The Succubus nodded.

She hadn't, really, but had her suspicions, and the woman's statement had confirmed it. "He has more claim to his mother's old things than you do."

Petunia sniffled, nodding. "I'll... sign. As long as he's out of my life. I don't care if he visits Dudders, but I... I can't stand to see him. Knowing... knowing what he..."

"What he did?"

The woman nodded again.

"What he did," Lilian reminded her softly, "was expose lies and bring hidden things into the open. What he did was help turn your son, who would have grown up into a monster like your husband only worse, into a half-decent human being. What Harry did, was speak the truth. You've seen his scars, on his hand?"

Petunia nodded once more, reaching for her coffee again to hide her newest frown. "Ghastly."

"Yes... but he learned that lesson well. Sign."

Petunia reached for Lilian's offered pen, and started putting her name on each of the sixteen sheets necessary as the blonde Succubus went through them.

Once she was done, Lilian stacked the papers neatly and put them away. "Thank you. As a final gift before I go, with the understanding that if Harry visits I likely will as well, I am going to take care of your clients for you, and you will get the money. You don't have to do this today. In fact, I'm going to do you one better."

Even Lilith felt a little guilty as she leaned in to kiss Petunia, knowing that Harry would be bothered by it at least a little, but the sudden release of much pent-up sexual tension in the woman as she experienced the first truly good orgasm she'd had in weeks of open prostitution, or years of marriage, wracked her body.

Then Lilian, as she stepped past the waiting men, blew a kiss to the room, leaving all four with a sudden mess in their pants and the memory of having spent a most agreeable time with their neighbor, and the need to leave her a very good tip indeed.

One more quick stop, the Succubus thought, turning left and crossing the street after letting one car pass. The older woman driving sent her a look of jealousy, which only made Lilian's smile grow.

She found Dudley, looking fit and healthy, practicing a few boxing moves with both Jill and Penny from Number Twelve, all three of them in gym-wear, in the open garage of Number Twelve. The two girls shared an easy familiarity with the boy, now sixteen himself, one that Lilian identified immediately as that between lovers. There was also a bit of jealousy between the sisters, which was understandable, but she could probably help with that. "Excuse me, Mr. Dursley?"

Dudley looked away from where he was showing the smaller girl how to do a proper jab while her sister watched carefully with a frown. "Er, oh, uh- hi. Um... y- yeah, that's- well, that's my dad. You can call me Dudley, Mrs. Verbott."

"Vergot," Lilian corrected gently, smiling to show she wasn't offended, "I'm surprised you remember me, it's been a little while. Do you have a few minutes to talk?"

"Er..." Dudley, to his credit, glanced at the sisters, who both shrugged, though once his back was turned, sent her a short glare as he stepped out into the sun. It was still a cool day, but further south there was no storm, only a bit of a breeze. "What can I do for you?"

"I mostly just came to inform you of a few things, and to let you know that once you reach the age of majority, eighteen in your case, your cousin has set something up for you."

"Er... Harry?"

She nodded, "Yes, that's the one. As you might remember, I'm not just Mr. Potter's case-worker, but also a legal representative, and it's largely in that capacity that the second matter was set up. The first, though, is more pressing. Mr. Potter, Harry, will no longer be living with your Aunt as of today. She just signed the final paperwork. It's my understanding that you would not object to maintaining your own relationship with Harry, is that right?"

"Er, no, I wouldn't," Dudley said, surprised, "I... he saved my life. I... kind of feel like I owe him."

"Perhaps," Lilian said softly, "but Harry feels like it was his duty, so that's something to be discussed between you."

He nodded, blushing, and glancing back at the girls in the garage, who still watched intently even though they were just a few feet away.

"Remember though, Harry is his own man. I work for him, and it is your parents he wishes to sever ties with, not you. He found you worth saving. Take advantage of that chance he gave you, won't you? And..." She leaned in close, looking over his shoulder at the girls, "Treat those two and their mother well. Show them they don't have to be jealous, and they'll both stay with you, I think."

Dudley's eyes widened, "How did you- I mean, I, uh-"

She giggled quietly at his scarlet face, "Relax, Dudley, I'm hardly one to judge, shagging my own boss, you know? Maybe try letting them enjoy each other. You don't have to take turns if you're all active together... And they could use some good tension release. The funeral wasn't that long ago, right? They'll be missing their father, and need some comfort. Their mother will be lonely, too, if you want her as well."

As the dumbstruck boy returned to his girlfriends (or whatever), Lilian walked away, whistling to herself, back to the car she'd gotten as a 'test drive' for her first blow-job of the day near Number Four. I'm glad my plans are taking root quickly. Enjoy your sex-life, Dudley, and thank Harry when you see him...

"Harry? Where are you going? Where've you been?"

He glanced toward the sleepy Hermione, who had clearly fallen asleep waiting for him to return to the suite. She was in a nightshirt that had fallen off one shoulder, her hair mussed and tousled. Someone had taken the effort to drape a blanket across her, but that had pooled around her waist as she stared through the darkness.

With his Succubus-granted vision, he had seen her when he had entered the room, but hoped to go about his business without waking her, for it was very early in the morning. "Sorry," he replied quietly, "I fell asleep doing... some work in the Chamber of Secrets. Dobby and I have been, uh, cleaning it out."

"Why?" she asked, rubbing one hand against her eyes, "What time is it, anyway?"

Knowing she would prefer the accuracy, the wizard glanced at the watch he'd been given for his sixteenth before answering. "Er... it's two-forty-five. As for where I'm going, to run another errand. Don't worry, I'll be around for breakfast. I just fell asleep down there, and I'm not tired anymore so I woke up."

"You fell asleep in the Chamber of Secrets?" she hissed, "That's- that's dangerous, Harry!"

"Keep it down," he reminded her, waving a hand toward the other rooms, "The others are probably sleeping. And no, not really. We've been there a few times, there's no other monster. No Basilisk eggs, nothing like that. Just a skeleton and a lot of cleaning already done."

Even in the dark, he could see the girl's eyes narrow before she yawned, "You really aren't tired?"

"Not a bit. Feel like I had a full night's rest."

"And you're sure it's safe?"

"Very sure. I'll take Lilith if you want, but I'll have Dobby with me. I'm going to the kitchens now, then the Chamber."

She frowned now, clearly fighting another yawn, "Why there?"

"Food, for one, and for another, Winky."

She blinked. "Crouch's elf?"

Harry scowled, "Not anymore, remember? She works at Hogwarts... well, she doesn't exactly work much. I'm going to help her, though."

"How- how're you going to-"

"I'm Bonding her to my House, of course. Dobby says it's the only way to keep her healthy."

Even at nearly three in the morning, Harry expected Hermione to go around the twist after hearing the first part of that statement, and to barely register the second. Yet she blinked a few times, then nodded. "At least you'll treat her fairly, right?"

"That's the plan," he agreed, "Anyway, I'll see you later. Maybe I'll bring my Cloak and be the one to get you your morning fun."

"Don't tempt me, Harry," she groaned, "Because my exhibitionist streak isn't strong enough for that. Just be careful."

"Will do, lover."

She sighed with amused exasperation as she threw off the blanket, but didn't let go. After a shiver in the cool air, she wrapped it around herself and then stood up, "I'm going to bed. Good night. Or morning, whatever."

"Good night, Hermione," he chuckled, then headed for his room to gather the Invisibility Cloak.

Not a minute later, after noting a nude Ginny on his mussed bedspread with a Lyra-shaped divot between her legs and a puddle between them, Harry left the suite, locking it behind him.

A few minutes more found him stepping through the portrait-hole after tickling a certain pear near the Hufflepuff Common Room.

At this hour, the kitchens were dark, and the row of massive ovens were shuttered, though a dim orange glow still came through the cracks in the grates. Only two torches, one on either end of the massive room, provided more light. The four long tables, mirrors for the Great Hall above, were empty, and only one elf moved through the room, wiggling fingers at one small mess or another. When it heard him shut the door, however, it vanished with a quiet pop to appear in front of him.

Again, he saw the same creature he'd taken into the Chamber of Secrets just the day before. "Maggi, right?" he said with a cheerful smile.

The female elf shuddered, looking up at him with a scared expression, "Yes, Sir, Maggi be my name. We- we be going down to the scary place again?"

"No, no, nothing like that," Harry reassured her, "I'm just looking for Dobby and Winky. I was told to come find them today. Is it too early? I was trying to come before you start working on breakfast. I know you get busy around then."

"No, it not be early," Maggi frowned, "it be time for Elves to be waking. But why does Sir need Dobby and Winky? Those- those weirdos not be- not be good Elves, Sir."

Harry frowned slightly, which made the other creature take a half-step back. "Well, I happen to think they're fine. Dobby is my friend, and Winky... has been very mistreated, like I said the other day. Besides, it's my intention to Bond Winky to my House. I wouldn't do that if she was a bad elf, right?"

"Sir... Sir would not?"

She didn't sound very sure, but Harry ignored that to smile down at her, "Exactly. So... if it's not too early, where can I find them?"

Maggi sighed, "This way, Sir. Maggi will take you."

Even while they walked across the kitchen to a small door Harry hadn't ever noticed on his earlier trips, an elf-sized one, she kept cleaning with her magic. Once they reached the door, she lifted a hand, "Wait here, Sir, Maggi will return with them in a moment."

She didn't use the door. Instead, she popped away, returning with Dobby, who was naked, and dripping with soapy water.

"Dobby? Why are you-"

The little elf looked up at Harry without shame, "Harry Potter Sir calls Dobby?"

Before he could answer, and equally soapy and naked Winky appeared, too, with Maggi on her flank, a hand touching the other elf. The one he'd been talking to shook her head and walked away, muttering something about weird Sirs and their weirder friends.

"Er..."

Harry had never thought about an Elf in a sexual fashion, even after realizing Maggi was female after feeling her small chest against his back while they flew down to the Chamber of Secrets the previous day.

Seeing a naked Winky did little to change that, for he found the creatures, while humanoid, just odd-looking in their proportions. But it was also obvious that Dobby found the female elf quite attractive, given the tiny little erection he sported within a few seconds of spotting the equally nude Winky.

But Dobby resolutely ignored her, looking back at Harry and keeping his gaze there expectantly, even while he sported wood and dripped suds onto the kitchen floor with a miniscule washcloth in hand. "The Great Harry Potter Sir called for Dobby...?"

Harry sighed, unable to look away from Winky as she blinked up at him expectantly, too. Like Dobby, she seemed to have no care for her nakedness, for she didn't hide herself. She did sway a little as she stood, and winced when he spoke.

"Winky, I... Dobby said you'd be alright to Bond to my House today. Is... that alright?"

Slowly, still dripping, Winky nodded once, clearly not daring to speak.

"Excellent. Well, I'm sorry to interrupt your baths. I'll just wait while you get ready."

A moment later, both Elves were gone.

"Maybe they are weird," Harry muttered under his own breath, "Winky's elf-pussy might be tighter than even Lilith could manage, but as small as Dobby was it makes sense. No way I'd hit it, though. It'd hurt."

There was not a lot, he could honestly say, that Harry would not use to get off these days, at least if it was vaguely female. But a House-Elf was strictly out.

Now, if someone were to find me a Tolkien-style elf... that, I'd be more into, he mused inwardly with a smile.

Just a couple minutes later, both Winky and Dobby popped back to him, dressed once again in the Hogwarts Tea-Towels. Winky was much more put-together looking than he'd ever seen her, for even on the night they'd first met, when she was Bartemius Crouch Sr.'s Elf, Winky had been traipsing through the dark woods in search of her master's Death Eater son.

Now, though, her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and her ears clean and straight, though her eyes still swam with the remnants of butterbeer. She was more sober, though, he thought.

"Alright, so... what do we have to do? If you want to go through with it still, of course. I won't force you, Winky, and if you ever want to leave my service, I will allow you to."

She shuddered, but said nothing, only staring up at him.

Dobby volunteered, stepping forward, "Harry Potter, Sir! Dobby knows what to do! The Great Harry Potter must ask Winky to be his Elf, Sir! To keep his Secrets, and to serve his House, Sir!"

"And... then what?"

Dobby blinked twice. "That... that be all, Sir."

It was Harry's turn to repeat the gesture. "What? That's it?"

Dobby nodded, "Then Winky must promise to do those things, Sir, and it be done. Then Harry Potter Sir can give Winky instructions, Sir."

"Oh. That's... that's easy."

Dobby nodded, "Wizards not be liking to do extra work, Sir, so they be making the magic work easy. But it will help Winky, Sir."

Harry nodded, then turned to the female. "Winky. Do you want to serve me and my House, to keep its secrets as my Elf?"

Slowly, very slowly, Winky nodded, her huge eyes unblinking as she stared up at him, "W- Winky- Winky wants that, Sir," she whispered.

"Alright, then. Do you promise to obey my wishes? To keep my secrets, all of them? Do you promise to obey the wishes and keep the secrets of those I bring into my House, except when they conflict with my wishes?"

He'd taken a whole thirty seconds coming up with the promise, but Harry thought he'd done alright.

Winky nodded again, then whispered, "Winky promises to- to serve House- House Potter. She promises to obey the Great Harry Potter Sir's wishes, and those of his House, except when it be against his wishes. Winky- Winky promises to keep Master's secrets, and to keep the secrets of his House unless he says otherwise. Winky promises all this."

Dobby smiled widely, "There. Winky be your Elf, Harry Potter, Sir."

At once, the elf swayed, a dopey-looking grin spreading across her face. Then she fell, hitting the stones of the kitchen with a quiet thud.

Dobby sighed, "Sir, does Dobby have your permission to put Winky back to bed, Sir? She be very hung-over, Sir. Dobby will put her back to work here until you call for her, Sir, so she stays busy."

"Er, yeah, thanks, Dobby," Harry murmured, "Is... she going to be okay?"

Dobby nodded vigorously, his long ears flapping, "Yes, Sir, but Harry Potter, Sir is kind for asking! Dobby will take care of her, and the soap-mess, Sir!"

A moment later, after two snaps of his fingers, both elves were gone.

Harry looked at his hands. Strange, I don't look or feel any different. I don't feel like a slave-owner, either. Then again... maybe I'm just used to it, after summoning Lilith? It's not quite the same thing, but... I don't know. No use worrying about it now.

With a quick look around, Harry spotted Maggi again, who was making her way down the long row of ovens, opening the grates one by one and stoking the flames. "Excuse me, Maggi. I'm done talking to Winky and Dobby. Any chance I can get a bit of a bite?"

The twenty minutes or so Harry spent eating before returning to the suite for a bit of fun with Ginny were well-spent, but he didn't have time that morning to make good on his teasing of Hermione, for she was late and sleepy-eyed still when she made it to breakfast herself, and then classes began all too soon.

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