The Reward For Patience

by red-jacobson

The War was over, but nothing changed. A hardened Harry Potter intended to go back and change things, to avoid losing everything important, including the love of his life, Hermione Granger, among other girls.

1. Chapter 1 Prologue

STORY TITLE: The Rewards for Patience

PART: 01 of?

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.)

DISTRIBUTION: , Archive of their Own, Hentai-Foundry, , Questionable Questing

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.

SUMMARY: Part of the first chapter is written by Red Demon, with additional text from my twisted mind. I have Red Demon's permission to combine and continue his rough idea. The War was over, but nothing changed. A hardened Harry Potter intended to go back and change things, to avoid losing everything important, including the love of his life, Hermione Granger, among other girls.

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster

RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi

RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: 7,549

SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story? The Prologue starts in a slightly AU from Canon, starting right after the time that Ron left during the camping trip from hell. Also, Luna was never captured and taken prisoner, and Harry and Hermione were not captured by the Snatchers, so Dobby didn't have to sacrifice himself. All this won't matter all that much once the story properly starts.

WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.

AUTHORS NOTES: A slight rewrite to correct the timeline, as well as to clarify what happened after the Ritual in the Chamber of Secrets.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

In Front of the Main Doors

Tuesday, July 31st, 2001

Late Afternoon

The afternoon was quiet, almost all of the staff was off, enjoying their holiday. In the distance, Harry could hear Hagrid calling for his cowardly dog, Fang. Looking around, there was no one else in sight, so he pulled his father's cloak around him, and cast the silencing spell and the scent suppressor, one of the spells Hermione had come up with during their time as Undesirable One and Two. He smiled slightly, remembering those days, as full of danger and fear as they were, they were also some of the best times since he rejoined the Wizarding World. It was the start of the best year of his life, unfortunately, it came crashing down on them, and he was the last one left who was there for the final dance with Voldemort.

Shaking his head, he could think about memories another time, this is too important!

As he got closer to the castle, he could see where the damage had been repaired, the cracks on the windows into the Great Hall, where Voldemort's Giants pounded on the walls, stressing the wards. He could almost see Professor Flitwick moving like a demon as he fired on each of the giants in turn, bringing several of them to the ground, before the Gurg swung his club and caught Filius in the back, sending him out over the lake where he splashed down. From what Poppy could determine, the Charms Professor was dead almost instantly from the blow to the back.

Filius was the only member of the staff that died in the battle, but he wasn't the only defender to fall. He kept moving until the monument was visible in the afternoon sun. He didn't start with the first name, he would see Cedric's dead body for as long as he lived. No, he moved to the bottom, the last of the fallen, Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron, and Ginny Weasley, all dead from the defense of Hogwarts. He swallowed, wiping his hand over his eyes at the next name, Luna Lovegood Black, and below her name, the words 'developing baby'! They didn't even know if Luna was carrying a son or a daughter, Hermione Potter was right after Luna, but she was further along with her pregnancy, she was carrying their son, James Sirius Potter.

TRFP & TRFP & TRFP

93 Diagon Alley

Weasley Wizarding Wheezes

Thursday, September 10th, 1998

3:30 PM

What hurt the most, the battle was over, Voldemort was dead and his death eaters were being held for trial, he Hermione and Luna were spending a lot of their time with Fred and George, supporting them as best they could. The three of them had actually just left the Twins store when he got a feeling of danger and he pulled Hermione and Luna against his body as he turned back to the door of the shop. They almost made it, Hermione was reaching for the door handle when the entire front of Weasley Wizard Wheezes exploded, they were too close to even try to move, and they were all bleeding from too many slices to count. He remembered checking on Luna and Hermione, both of them were gone, the shards of glass and wood killed them instantly. The next several minutes were a blur, trying to hold himself together, to tell himself it was all a horrible dream, that he would wake up any time and Hermione would be under his right arm, and Luna under his left. But reality showed its ugly face, in the form of Dolores Umbridge, who had somehow managed to avoid Azkaban. The pink toad was standing in the alley, a few feet away, and Harry could clearly see the gleeful smile on her face.

Moving closer, she must have heard something or saw a sign of his breathing. "Oh, you're still alive, how wonderful, I see that I got your two whores but it's only fitting that you know who sent you through the Veil. Things would have been so much easier if you had died facing you know who at the same time as the rest of your pathetic 'Army' died, a shame about Longbottom, he was one of the old families and too many of those have been wiped out. We really wanted to see you lying on the Hogwarts Lawn, a dead hero. Oh, you should have heard the speeches we had planned, even going to award you a posthumous Order of Merlin, First Class. You were going to be honored as a Hero of the Wizarding World, and you would eventually be forgotten. A dead hero wasn't going to cause problems, destabilize the Ministry, and make changes. You were already starting to make moves in the Wizengamot, weren't you? Building alliances, pressing for far too harsh a punishment for the upstanding citizens of our world. And that's why you and your whores had to die. Goodbye, Potter."

She was raising her wand to cast something, but Harry managed to get his wand into his hand, out of sight of the toad, and he pointed the wand at her, she started saying something, but he couldn't tell what it was, not that it mattered, he drew on all of his focus, and whispered a single word, and the cutting curse flew from his wand, hitting her in the throat and kept going until her body crumpled and her head dropped and bounced in the blood and the dirt. The last thing he remembered was a pair of Aurors rushing toward him, and everything went black. A tiny aware part of him hoped he wouldn't wake up.

The last thought he had was a promise, "Rest easy, beloveds, I'll see you soon."

It was almost two weeks later that he woke up, he was confused at first, but then it all came back to him, and for the first time in years, he cried. Wiping his hand angrily across his eyes, he took a look around the room, recognizing St Mungo's room but that was all he had the time to notice before his kidneys started screaming for relief! Seeing that he wasn't being held to the bed, he sat up and put his feet on the cold floor, with a curse, he pushed himself to his feet, and made his way on wobbly legs the five feet or so to the bathroom door. He made it all the way to the door and was able to take care of his urgent business and wash his hands, he looked up into the mirror in front of him and gave a sigh of relief seeing unblemished skin, and even the lightning bolt that he'd lived with since the night his parents were killed was faded to nothing more than a thin white line. There was a plastic tub sitting on the counter next to the sink, and he saw his brand of shaving soap and razor, and even a fresh toothbrush and toothpowder, he had never gotten the hang of the tooth cleaning potion, preferring the old-fashioned methods.

By the time he was finished, and made it back to his bed, he was no longer alone, fortunately, it was a friendly face, even though she was wearing the robes an Auror. "Hi, Susan, good to see a friendly face, what's going on?"

Auror Susan Bones gave him a friendly enough smile, and said, "How much do you remember about why you are here?"

"We were attacked as we were leaving the Weasley's shop, and something told me there was danger. I grabbed Hermione and Luna and tried to get to the shop door when the storefront blew up in front of us. Did Fred or George or any of their employees get out?" The solemn look on her face told him the answer, the last of the Weasley family was gone. "The next minute or so was a blur, I remember realizing that my wives were both dead, and I was barely hanging on, when Umbridge came out to gloat, she ranted for a little while and then lifted her wand, saying Goodbye to me. Even in the condition I was in, I was still faster than the toad, I didn't know or even care what she was going to cast at me, my cutter was faster and took her head off. I remember watching her head fall, bouncing in the blood and dirt of the alley, and then I blacked out, hoping I wouldn't wake up."

Susan nodded, "That pretty well matches what the evidence shows, and a few peoples in other shops were able to get a good view of what happened. It was one of the witnesses that saved your life, he was a trainee healer and managed to keep his head when everything happened. You want to know something surprising? You spent several years with the healer at Hogwarts, he was in Slytherin so the two of you didn't get along, at all! It was Draco Malfoy who kept you from dying, after he checked to see if he could help Hermione or Luna."

Harry stared at her in disbelief, Draco Malfoy a Healer? When did that happen, and why the hell would he save his life? It didn't make any sense, especially since he was the one who killed Lucius, and the blonde ferret seemed to worship his father.

"Leaving aside Draco saving my life, am I in any trouble? Am I facing charges for any of this?"

Susan's smile was more natural this time, "No, Harry, you are not facing any criminal actions, it's not like the days with Fudge and Dawlish playing their games. In fact, the healers should be here any minute to clear you to leave. But, if you don't mind a suggestion? If you have a way to get out of here without going through the zoo downstairs, you might want to use it. Rita Skeeter and the other cannibals are laying in wait to jump on you, but at least Rita has been behaving herself in regard to how she writes about you and what you are up to."

He let out a bitter laugh, "That's easy enough to understand, Rita and her bosses were notified that, between the Potter and the Black Families, I hold seventeen percent ownership of the company that owns the Prophet, Witch Weekly and a few other rags, making me the largest shareholder by a mile! The Ministry only owns eight percent, and if I had known what I owned, I could have shut down that whole mess after the Tri-Wizard. But that's the past, and yes, I can call my elf to get me home easily enough."

That was the end of the conversation as a healer came into the room, a woman he recognized from when they rescued her husband Ted and their daughter Nymphadora along with a few others from a snatcher ambush. Andromeda Black Tonks, he had brought Andi and her family back into the Black family as soon as he could get to Gringotts after the last dance with Tom and his minions.

At some point in Healer Tonks examination, Susan had slipped out of the room and let Andi poke and prod him to make sure he wasn't going to fall over and die. He wasn't going to die, he had far too much work to do!

TRFP & TRFP & TRFP

Hogwarts

July 31st, 2001

Late Afternoon

If he'd realized just how much work was involved, he probably would have stood in front of a mirror and cast the killing curse. But he was too stubborn to give in, and he had spent the majority of the time since Kreacher took him home from St Mungo's researching the theory that Luna and Hermione enjoyed discussing, and spending a lot of time running into dead ends until he found a trunk full of his mum's journals at the back of the Potter Vault. He thought they were just some sort of diary, and he was curious to find out more about Lily. It was a shock to open the first journal and the page was blank, with the word 'password' and a space to tap his wand. Making a wild guess, he touched his wand to the page and said "Mischief Managed" figuring that even if somebody was familiar with the Marauders they would use the other password, not the one to clear the page. But once his wand touched the paper and he gave the command the page started filling up with different equations, and the bottom of the page had doodles of different rune clusters. Not for the first time, he could kick himself for taking Divination and Care of Magical Creatures, he just followed Ron into the easy classes, if he'd realized just what Arithmancy and Ancient Runes could be used for, he would have taken those classes in an instant!

It took quite a lot of research, and visits to the Hogwarts Library to find the references he needed, but eventually, he was able to translate the notes his mum had left. He double and triple-checked his work, because he would only get one shot at this, it had to be right. Once he was satisfied that everything was as correct as he could make it, he moved on to the next part, reviewing his memories from the end of the third year. Finding the Pensieve in the family vault made reviewing the memories and taking notes a great deal easier, it was still time-consuming, but being able to actually view the scene, noticing things he didn't see when it was happening, and studying each memory over and over, taking notes and what he should have done.

Of course, it wasn't all research, he actually met up with Draco, and even joined him, his wife Astoria, and Narcissa for dinner several times. It's hard to believe that Draco Malfoy is his closest friend, but somehow it happened. They spent a lot of time sharing a bottle of wine talking about what had caused the changes in Draco's life. It was during the battle of Hogwarts, seeing Lucius fall, but before he could move, he was hit by a spell and knocked unconscious. Harry was familiar with the family magic of the Potters and the Blacks, so it didn't surprise him to hear that the Malfoy's have magic of their own, although it was a shock that their magic actually took a human form to speak to the head of the family. The magic had tried to steer Lucius and before him, his father Abraxas away from the Knights of Walpurgis and later, the Death Eaters, but neither of them would listen, and Draco was the last chance for the Malfoy's to wipe away the stain of the betrayal that changed their family name from Bedell to Mal Foi, Bad Faith, and restore the honor to the family. He started making changes when he woke up in one of the Ministry's holding cells, he shocked the Wizengamot when he pleaded guilty to the crimes he was charged with. He wasn't facing serious charges, fortunately, he had never taken the Dark Mark, so he had never been involved in the bloodier side of the Dark Lord's followers. He was able to pay a fine and the trial was over. The two of them spent several more drunken evenings discussing his choice to be trained as a healer.

The last time he had joined them for dinner was over a week ago, and he was embarrassed to admit that he wasn't the ideal dinner guest, but he was struggling to contain his excitement, but he had finally gotten the final part of the ritual completed and tested, so he'd spent the last several days making arrangements for his belongings and vaults. He would have loved to talk things over with Draco, what he was planning to do, but he wasn't sure Draco would keep a secret, from what he understood of the Healer's Oath, in certain circumstances, when the healer believes that a patient will take an action that could harm himself or others, his oath would force him to contact his superiors, so Harry kept quiet about his plans. He would have Kreacher send a letter to Draco the next day.

TRFP & TRFP & TRFP

Taking one last look around, he pulled his Invisibility Cloak completely around him and slipped through the front door. He was lucky that none of the surviving staff were walking through the halls of the school, but he was able to reach Myrtle's loo without interruption. Finding the snake carving, a quick hissed password and the wall moved apart. Calling for a lift, the slide changed to provide a steady ride to the bottom. Harry closed the entry behind him and went over the steps in order until the lift stopped and he called for lights. It was a pleasant change to see the place cleaned and repaired after Lockhart's idiot attempt to use a broken wand. The air was also fresh again, since Gringotts was able to come in and render the Basilisk's corpse, they are splitting up the proceeds so each of the surviving victims gets a portion of the gold.

Removing the cloak, he stripped down to his skin, showing the intricately painted symbols covering his entire torso, and, using a mirror, he was able to put the final touches on his face.

Checking the ritual circle, he compared it to the drawing, making sure it was correct before he knelt in the center of the circle and started to chant. The languages he was using for this chant hadn't been spoken in hundreds of years, so he was very grateful that his mum had put pronunciation keys for the phonetic spelling, so he wouldn't mess up this close to success. Harry repeated the chant another 22 times, and he could feel the very magic of the stones themselves gathering together, until, with a final shout and clapping hands, the magic released, swirling around him, a cyclone pulling tighter and tighter until the pressure was too much to endure, and the swirling magic stopped, and flowed into Harry. He was vaguely aware that there were screams of pain, but his thoughts were locked on Hermione and Luna, knowing that, one way or another, he would be with them soon. He ignored the feeling of pain crashing over his body, the pain wasn't important, what he was doing was far more urgent than simple pain, or his throat tearing from the screaming. Eventually, the pain and screaming stopped, and Harry felt himself being pulled out of his body, leaving nothing but a smoldering skeleton in the center of the ritual circle.

TRFP & TRFP & TRFP

Somewhere, Some-when

The Forest of Dean

Tuesday, July 15th, 1997

Mid Afternoon

Pain..everything was pain and noise. He had been pulled through colours and sounds, glimpses of things that happened during the battle and afterward, until it seemed that his journey was slowing down. An unknown time later the pain and noise went away, and he became aware of himself once again. Harry searched his environment, hoping to get some idea of where he was, and how to get the hell out of here. He could hear something that sounded like voices, and, with some effort, he could make them clearer.

As he recognized the voices, and what they were saying, his surroundings were suddenly clearly visible. He was in the tent during the 'camping trip from hell' and from the voices, even raised in anger, he recognized his voice, and Ron's voice, and Harry suddenly realized what he was listening to, as he demanded the locket back. Ron tossed the Horcrux to him and Apparated away. As much as Harry wanted to be angry with Ron, he understood, they were all hungry, cold, and miserable, but that didn't change the mission they had been given. He almost expected to be pulled away, but he stayed where he was, watching younger Harry and Hermione. If this was how he would spend his afterlife, watching memories of a happy time in his life was better than it could have been.

To his amazement, he found that he could relax and float into his younger self, a passenger looking through his eyes. Turning to look at Hermione, she seemed torn between sadness and anger, only to give a start when her stomach growled, followed by his, and the two of them started laughing, ending up holding each other. As he held Hermione in his arms and tried like crazy to keep from showing how much part of him enjoyed it, his eyes landed on the Locket, and he pictured Kreacher holding the locket out to him. He groaned, "I'm a bloody idiot!" At her confused look, he said, "We don't know if #12 is still secure, or if the greasy bastard gave it up. If it's still secure, we can go there and catch our breaths and do some real planning. It was impossible to do anything with Molly constantly finding things for us to do."

Kreacher appeared almost instantly after he was called, and to their relief, he was able to tell them that nobody had been in the house since they had left after the Ministry had fallen. The ancient elf nodded when Harry asked about food and drink, and hot water, and all of them were available. It only took a glance between him and Hermione and he was having Kreacher bring the two of them and their tent back to Grimmauld Place, where Kreacher started dinner and they had time to take a shower and change clothes. The shower took longer than he had expected because Hermione had gotten out of her clothes and asked him if he wanted to save water. He may not have been a Ravenclaw, but when the girl you've been dreaming of, and wanking over, is standing in front of you in all her glory, the answer to any question is Yes!

They managed to let each other go and use the big, fluffy towels to dry each other. They could have changed into fresh clothes, but the two of them knew they would just be tearing them off as soon as they got into the bedroom. He was about to suggest the two of them go to dinner wearing nothing more than a smile, but Hermione didn't want to shock Kreacher, since the elf was a lot older than Dobby or Winky and his heart might not be able to handle the surprise if they showed up without something covering them. Fortunately, two comfortable bathrobes were lying on the bed, so they, unhappily, covered themselves and followed their noses down to the kitchen. Harry didn't know how the elf managed, but the kitchen was full of the aroma of freshly baked bread, and a delicious-looking stew was simmering on the stove.

The two of them ate as fast as politely possible, but they were both famished! Fortunately, both the bread and the stew tasted as good as they smelled and they thanked and complimented Kreacher, making the elf blush a brighter green color. Telling Kreacher to put warming charms on the stew and bread, they would be back for more later. It could have been awkward because both of them were virgins, but Hermione, naturally, had done her research and they got over the rough spots easily enough. For a virgin, Hermione had a very uninhibited imagination, and she discovered that she enjoyed what happened when she swallowed his cum. She had finished swallowing and was licking him clean when she froze, her eyes lit up and she started babbling happy-sounding nonsense until she fell back on the carpet, wrapping her arms around herself and rocking back and forth, a huge smile plastered across her face that didn't fade for nearly a half hour. When she was coherent again, she laughed, "I'd heard of it happening of course, but thought they were exaggerating. They weren't!"

His confusion must have shown on his face, and she said, "There were tales of extremely powerful wizards that, if a witch swallowed their cum, his magic would trigger a fantastic orgasm, and it was true!"

That was something Harry was happy to learn because it meant that Hermione would be eager to suck him again. He was a teenager, of course, he liked the idea of a knobber, but knowing that Hermione or any other witch who swallowed his cum would enjoy the same pleasure made it even better. He thought things couldn't get better but was very glad she proved him wrong. The shagging was fantastic of course, but then she taught him the preparation spells to get her ready for a buggering, and he really wanted to get a look at her library, he doubted some of the things she'd shown him were on the recommended book lists for Hogwarts. The thought of a class on sexual performance made him want to smile, but that could wait, he was casting the spells on her bum and could see her relax. She took his cock up her arse with no problem, even enjoying the feeling from the sounds she was making, and the way she moved with him, pulling him deep inside her was an amazing experience, something he'd never even considered before, but now that he had experienced it, Harry knew he would want to enjoy again! Later that night, he discovered he wasn't the only person who wanted to enjoy the experience again, and the two of them fell asleep spooned together, his still-hard cock buried in her bum.

The next morning could have been uncomfortable, that Hermione regretted everything they had done, but waking up with her mouth on his cock and the excitement in her eyes was more than enough to convince him that she was just as pleased with the situation as he was. Once she had swallowed everything, and then he watched her finger herself to orgasm, they got cleaned up and dressed for breakfast. He did wonder why Hermione automatically took the submissive role, not that he was complaining, but it seemed a little out of character. It was later that day when they were going through the library in Grimmauld Place, plus the books that Kreacher found in the Black Family Vaults, that he found a ritual that would destroy any parts of a soul that had been sundered, as long as one part is still available. He could hardly believe his eyes, but this seemed to be the answer to their problems, and he noticed it needed sex as life magic to destroy the death magic of the Horcruxes. After a quick look at the acts they would have to perform, he didn't see anything the two of them hadn't done last night. Standing, he got Hermione's attention, pointing out the ritual.

Hermione was just as excited at first, until she started reading further, and said, "Harry, this is fantastic, and it would take care of just about everything, but there is a big problem,"

Harry shook his head, "It couldn't be easy for once, could it?" He forced a smile, "Okay Hermione, what is the problem?"

"One of the participants in the ritual has to be a virgin, and we're about 24 hours too late for it to be us."

"Does it state which one has to be the virgin, the wizard or the witch?"

She thumbed through the book, her eyes reading slowly before she looked up and said, "It has to be the witch, since the life magic is only created by a witch."

He wasn't sure how Hermione would take this, but it's the only thing we've found that we can make any progress at all. Taking the bull by the horns, he said, "I think I may have a solution," Hermione looked over, eyebrow raised, and he continued, "It's not something I was planning on taking advantage of, but Luna Lovegood told me that she owes a life debt from the night of the Dementors. Her house-mates forced her outside and locked the door, and the Dementors swarmed around her, one of them was lifting her up to give her the Kiss when my Patronus drove them away. She didn't realize it was me until I was teaching the DA to cast their Patronus and recognized Prongs. After the meeting, she told me about the life debt, and offered to pay it with her virgin body, whenever I wanted. I didn't take her up on her offer, but let's face it, as bad as the Umbridge year was, I was so messed up that I would probably have snogged Parkinson without meaning to. But Luna told me, right before everything went crazy at the Burrow, that she was still saving herself for me. I know it's not something I'd normally consider, especially since the two of us pulled our heads out last night, but we could ask Kreacher or Dobby to take a message to her, so she can join us to talk about it."

Hermione was quiet for a long moment and he turned to look at her, confused by the wry smile she was wearing. "This isn't how I expected to start the conversation, but, that could actually work. I need to ask though, did you ever have your MMI, your Magical Core Strength checked?"

"My what? What is a MMI? Nobody said anything to me about it."

"Oh boy, your MMI is an abbreviation for Murchison Magical Index, named for the Healer who found a way to measure magical strength, but that's not really important right now. The important part is that if there is a big difference between sexual partners, the weaker partner will become more submissive the more they have sex. And you need to understand, I was already aware that I had submissive tendencies even before we got naked, so don't worry about affecting me in a way I don't want. But, it's well documented, even though it doesn't happen very often, but to make sure the witch keeps her personality it's recommended to have multiple regular partners. But, just to make sure, and figure out how many witches we may need, I'd like to check to see what your MMI is."

He shrugged, he'd trusted her this long, and, yes he liked the idea of having more than one girl in his bed. What guy wouldn't? Hermione had her wand out and pointed at him as she whispered a word and a small cloud of mist poured out of her wand. She took a look at the mist, blinked, and rubbed her eyes before shaking her head, casting the spell again. The score must not have changed based on her expressions.

"Hermione? Is there something wrong?" he asked, not liking the way she was staring at her wand.

She gave an almost hysterical laugh, shaking her head, "No, nothings wrong Harry, but I can tell you that just Luna isn't going to be enough, your score is 194, and mine is 47! The normal range for a fully mature wizard is between 40 and 80, and with my score, I'm considered a strong witch, and the way you are making me feel, I'd almost be willing to suck your cock out of my mum's arse!"

"Gggk!" was about all he could say, he'd seen Monica in a bikini when he and Hermione had convinced her parents to leave the country for their protection, and part of the conversation took place in their swimming pool, and Monica wore a two-piece bathing suit that would have gotten her arrested for creating a disturbance on the beach at Cannes!

Almost despite herself, Hermione smirked, "Easy there, Harry, yeah my mum is a bit of alright, and I love her to bits, but that's pushing it a bit too far. I don't even know if I'd enjoy having sex with another girl, even though I've been curious, and it's your magic that's giving me the confidence to say that, but that's as far as I'm willing to go."

He managed to get himself under control and smiled back at her, "That's fine, but I hope you don't mind me thinking about it, in great detail, over and over, do you?"

"Only if you let me watch while you're thinking, you got to watch me, it's only fair."

"Okay, before we get even more distracted and I bend you over the desk and tear off your knickers, let's get back to what you were saying earlier. You're sure that the score difference isn't affecting you that much, just making you more willing to say and do things you were already wanting to experience?"

She nodded emphatically, "If we had my private journals here, you would see that I've had fantasies about you for over two years, and wondering what it would be like to be with another girl for even longer. And, in case you were wondering, you made the reality so much better than my fantasies, that I'm getting wet just thinking about it. But let's get a message to Luna and invite her to visit before things get out of control."

The note was quick and easy to write, and Kreacher was willing to take it to the Rookery. Although they weren't expecting Kreacher to bring Luna back with him, it did save time. Luna was a bit surprised to see Hermione there but didn't seem upset, and when they showed her the ritual, she was eager to get started. The two of them would soon get used to Luna's appetites, and her imagination was easily equal to Hermione's.

TRFP & TRFP & TRFP

12 Grimmauld Place

Master Bedroom

Immediately After the Prior Scene

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Luna had used a switching spell to leave herself standing completely naked in front of us, and while she certainly was attractive, there would plenty of time to look at each other later. Without thinking about it, he pointed his wand at Hermione and cast the switching spell on her, leaving her just as naked as Luna. The lovely blonde was extremely interested in Hermione's body, and, seeing the same expression on Hermione's, Harry said, "You said you were curious Hermione, so there's no better time to find out, is there?"

Hermione's face turned bright red, but she was smiling as she moved to Luna and hesitantly put her arms around the smaller girl. Luna didn't show the slightest sign of nerves as she flowed into Hermione's arms and tilted her face up, inviting a kiss, and Hermione's lips pressed against hers. Luna opened her mouth to Hermione's tongue, submitting to the probing, and pressing herself against Hermione, rubbing their breasts together and making Hermione squirm, dropping her hands down and cupping Luna's arse, lifting her slightly and putting her leg between the blonde's legs, rocking back and forth, rubbing her thigh between Luna's legs, playing with her fanny, making the blonde moan into Hermione's mouth. They kept kissing until breathing became an issue, and Luna broke the kiss, moaning happily and Hermione moved to put more pressure between Luna's legs, using her hands on the blonde's bum and moving her pussy against Hermione's thigh.

Hermione kept up the stimulation, until Luna's moans turned into cries of pleasure, driving the blonde closer and closer to the edge, until, acting on an impulse she couldn't explain, Hermione put her face at Luna's throat and bit down, drawing a shriek from Luna before she collapsed, babbling against Hermione, lost in a world of her own, until Hermione shifted positions until they were on the bed, and Luna was on her back. Once Luna was in the proper position Hermione straddled the younger girl's face, lowering her dripping pussy to Luna's mouth, sighing in pleasure as the girl's tongue slipped between Hermione's lips, gathering the sweet juices and swallowing them. Luna reached up and held Hermione's thighs, moving her around so her tongue and lips could touch all the sweet spots in Hermione's quim, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of cumming, until she finally touched just the right spot and Hermione stiffened, her head tossed back as she screamed out her climax until she collapsed boneless against the headboard, a sated smile on her face as she lay back on the bed, sliding down and putting her arm around Luna, holding her close while she worked on catching her breath.

Grinning, Harry said, "Did you satisfy your curiosity, Hermione?"

She looked up at him and snickered, "I think so, I know that I enjoy kissing Luna, and the feeling of her tongue on my cunt, and once we finish the ritual, I'm going to return the favor."

Luna had dozed off while they were talking, and Hermione nodded off at the same time, so Harry got up and went over the ritual description once again. Seeing the requirement for a circle of protection, he stepped out of the bedroom and called softly for Kreacher, who was there almost before he finished calling, and determined that there was a carved circle in the basement. Kreacher popped away to clean the room and make sure the circle was in perfect condition. The two girls were still dozing, so he stripped down and joined them in dreamland.

TRFP & TRFP & TRFP

12 Grimmauld Place

Ritual Room

Wednesday, July 16th, 1997

Mid Afternoon

Hermione watched in fascination at how easily Harry was able to dominate Luna, but she wasn't surprised, Luna was even more submissive than she was, and Harry was a lot more powerful than he realized. She did her best to keep it hidden, especially when Ron was around, but when Harry's temper flared or he had to struggle to keep his magic under control, it ended up making her soak her knickers, and, as soon as possible she slipped away to the ladies and get some relief from the arousal.

She didn't know if Harry (and how long will it be before his power overwhelms her and she starts calling him Master?) was aware of it, but Luna was lust-drunk from the moment Kreacher brought her here. Hermione couldn't tell if it was the pull of the life debt, or just that Luna was naturally caught in the web of his power, but either way, Luna was so turned on that she would have shagged Hagrid if Harry wanted her to!

All three of them had stripped to the skin and they had painted the symbols from the illustration on each other's bodies, and once they were prepared, Harry and Luna stepped into the center of the circle and Harry signaled Kreacher to put the locket in it's circle inside the big circle before stepping back. Harry and Luna lifted the printed chant, and Hermione lifted her sheet as well, and when the candles surrounding them flared, the three of them started chanting, after the fourth repeat, Luna set down the printed chant and lowered herself to her knees, Harry's cock directly in front of her face. Hermione was impressed, Luna had her hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking his cock smoothly and Harry was able to concentrate enough to keep chanting. He did draw in his breath when she licked him, from the base to the head, taking the time to tease the sensitive skin under the head.

Hermione could see the tension on his face as Luna opened her mouth, taking in most of his cock, wrapping her lips around the shaft and sucking as she pulled back. Hermione could tell that Luna didn't have any experience, but then, less than 24 hours earlier, neither did she or Harry. Luna would pick it up quickly enough because she had a feeling that the two of them, plus any other girls that end up joining them, would end up on their knees a couple of times a day, at least until their power levels evened out. And even afterward, as dominant as Harry is proving to be she would expect that it would be part of the daily routine, or it will be after Voldemort is sent to whatever hell he is destined for.

Luna was getting even more excited, her hand was between her legs, her fingers plunging into her cunt, and Hermione could see her thumb rubbing her clit, making the blonde moan around the cock in her mouth. Luna's free hand was fondling Harry's balls, and from the tension in his expression, Hermione could tell he was very close to cumming, and he suddenly gasped out Luna's name, and she moved forward taking as much of his cock in her mouth, and her cheeks puffed out as he came, and she swallowed as quickly as possible. Hermione was impressed that Luna was able to swallow everything before pulling back to breathe. The massive orgasm from swallowing Harry's cum took her by surprise, but she certainly seemed to enjoy it!

TRFP & TRFP & TRFP

The rest of the ritual went smoothly enough, Luna also found she enjoyed the feeling of Harry sodomizing her, although she asked him to spank her at the same time, adding another act that he enjoyed. The two of them kept chanting, even when Luna moved so she was on her hands and knees, letting him take her doggie style. He was able to bring her to another peak before he swelled inside her, and then the final act, he knew he had a lot more stamina than most wizards, but he was struggling to keep going, the magic of the ritual was shooting out from the two of them, one burst engulfing the Locket, and two more tendrils flowed out of the house, but a last one attached itself to his scar. He didn't have time to wonder about it because they were reaching the end of the ritual, and as he shouted the last line, he saw the magic around the locket glow as bright as the sun, and then he felt a horrible tearing feeling in the scar, and he heard voices screaming, one of them was him, but the other was Voldemort, so anything to hurt him Harry was in favor of.

The pain faded, and he dropped to his knees and then to the floor, and the last thing he remembered was Kreacher capering around, holding the locket, laughing and giggling with happiness, but then his eyelids were too heavy and they dropped down, taking him into Morpheus' arms.

Harry was pulled away from his loves, watching scenes from before everything went wrong, teaching the DA to cast the Patronus, 'Kill the Spare!', Hermione walking down the steps in her Yule Ball Gown, other things passing too fast for him to recognize, but then everything went black.

TRFP & TRFP & TRFP

The Hut on the Rock

Friday, July 31st, 1991

Just After Midnight

"Boom! Boom!" the noise woke him up, and he tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't work the way he wanted. He was trying to figure out why, but the pounding on the door, and the snoring from Dudley on the couch...

'Oh bloody buggering shite! I'm back here?" Harry forced himself to his feet, stumbling around to find his glasses, eventually putting them in place. He was trying to decide what to do, when the door bursting open made the decision for him.

Hagrid had arrived.

End Prologue