"Harry?" Sirius asked as he wandered into the sitting room, having returned from his trip to the ministry. "What are you say...Harry?!"
His eyes fell on the panflute in his godson's hands, and he tried to grab it only to find his hand blocked by some sort of shield.
Grabbing his wand, he pointed it at Harry and cast, "Finite Incantatem."
"What's going...oh my God!" Hermione cried as she saw Harry and noticed what he was holding while he was chanted under his breath.
She ran to him only to slam into an invisible force field and bounce off.
"Shit!" Sirius exclaimed as he caught her.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, glaring at the older man.
"I don't know," Sirius replied. "I returned home a couple minutes ago and heard him mumbling...whatever he's saying."
"I can't make it out either," Hermione muttered, leaning in as far as she could to try and hear better. "He's speaking so quietly that I can't be sure, but I don't think it's English. What are we going to do?"
"I have no idea," Sirius fretted. "I'd take him Saint Mungo's, consequences be damned, but we can't touch him."
"I'll go wake the others up and let them know what's happened," Hermione muttered. "In the meantime, I'd like to see everything you have written on that bloody flute."
"Right," Sirius said, giving Harry one last worried glance before rushing off to the library.
A few minutes later, a group of groggy yet worried women gathered around Harry, still seated in the chair.
"This really is a solid shield," Tonks grumbled, feeling around the barrier around Harry. "Maybe we can break through."
"Wait, don't!" Hermione exclaimed as Tonks pointed her wand just next to Harry.
"Stupify!" the auror trainee exclaimed, and a red bolt of light shot from her wand immediately, striking the shield.
Sparks of red light lanced all around Harry as the barrier took on the spell easily, and a moment later, it rebounded right at Tonks, who ducked just in time.
"Maybe don't fire spells at the ancient, powerful shield," Daphne drawled, earning a glare from Tonks.
"It's not a protego, mon amour," Fleur said soothingly. "Your stunner didn't even seem to phase it much."
"It did give us a clear view of its diameter, though," Luna added.
"This is everything I have on the panflute," Sirius announced as he reentered the room holding a large pile of books.
"That's it?" Hermione asked.
"They're dense tomes," Sirius replied, setting them down on the couch. "Every time one of my nutball ancestors decided to try and mess around with it, he'd research the matter as well as he could, jot down everything he could think of, and inevitably get himself killed."
"I wish he was speaking more loudly," Susan sighed, "though even then it might not matter. Whatever he's chanting, it's all Greek to me."
"I suspect it is," Luna said sagely. "Greek, I mean."
"Really?" Tonks asked.
"It would make sense," Hermione murmured, "though I doubt it's modern Greek."
"Do we know anyone who speaks Ancient Greek?" Daphne asked. "Whatever he's saying might be significant."
"Bartemius Crouch speaks dozens of languages," Susan replied. "My aunt's mentioned going to him with translation matters before."
"Professor Dumbledore likely does," Luna suggested. "He grew up in a time period when it was still normal for kids to be taught Latin and Ancient Greek."
"That makes sense," Tonks said. "When he was born, Queen Victoria must have still been on the throne."
"He might be our best bet in general," Sirius sighed. "You go through the books and see if you can find anything. I'll go floo Albus and see if he's in his office. Otherwise, I'll write to him."
"Okay," Hermione replied, grabbing the first book on the pile.
"Oh, um, word of warning, most of those books were written by terrible people," Sirius scowled. "Don't be surprised if he you read graphic accounts of imperioused muggles being used as test subjects or other vile things."
"Of course," Hermione scowled as Luna wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
Sirius made his way over to the main fireplace in the house and tossed a handful of floo powder into as he said, "Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office."
Sticking his head in, he called out, "Albus, are you there?"
"Sirius?" Dumbledore asked, getting out of his chair. "Is something wrong?"
"We have a bit of a situation here, and I thought you might be able to help," Sirius replied. "Harry grabbed an artifact my family's had in their possession for generations, and now he's in a trance, chanting some words in what we think might be Greek."
"I see," Dumbledore said, stroking his beard. "I assume you thought to bring him to Saint Mungo's."
"We can't touch him," Sirius replied. "There's an invisible barrier around him. Also, the artifact in question is...Pan's Flute."
Dumbledore's eyes widened in shock. "As in…"
"Yes, that Pan," Sirius sighed.
"I trust that you're going to explain everything in full, yes?" Dumbledore asked sharply.
Swallowing thickly, Sirius replied, "Yes. Just...could you come take a look at him?"
"Let me through, and I'll be right over," Dumbledore replied.
Sirius stepped back, and the next moment, his old headmaster was standing in front of the main fireplace of his family's home. The ancient wizard's piercing blue eyes focused on the direction of Harry's mumbled chanting, and he rushed along with surprising speed for his age, his garish purple robes fluttering as he moved.
"Professor!" Hermione exclaimed, sounding relieved as she looked up from the book she was reading and spotted him. "Thank goodness. He's been like this for at least a little while now."
"I see," Dumbledore sighed as he peered down at the panflute in Harry's hands.
"Have you encountered any of these things before, Professor?" Daphne asked.
"A friend of mine had the grave misfortune of putting on Hermes' sandals back around the turn of the century," Dumbledore replied. "He took a step forward and found himself running at blinding speed, unable to stop or slow down for a moment, and when he crashed into the stone wall about a hundred feet in front of him...he was stopped. These things are incredibly dangerous. There's a reason why they were banned."
As he said that last part, he glared at Sirius, who looked sheepish. Drawing his wand, Dumbledore began waving it around as he walked around Harry, trying to see what exactly he could discern from his pupil's state.
"Have any of you tried casting spells on the barrier?" he asked.
"I tried to dispel it," Sirius replied.
"I hit it with a stunner and nearly got my own spell in my face," Tonks replied.
Dumbledore shook his head and leaned on the barrier, getting his face as close as he could.
"Can you make out what 'e's saying?" Fleur asked as he stood up straight again. "Luna thought that it might be Greek, which would make sense, all things considered."
"Most astute, Miss Lovegood," Dumbledore replied. "He's speaking a dialect of Ancient Greek that I haven't heard in decades. He didn't just 'grab' this, did he?"
"No," Sirius replied before any of the others could. "I suspect he played it, but more than that, it's not the first time that he has if so."
Seeing his former student hang his head in shame, Dumbledore felt a sense of dread pool in his stomach as he asked, "Sirius, what did you do?"
"After James and Lily died, and I had dealt with Peter, you told me that you thought Voldemort was still alive, and I panicked," Sirius replied. "James had told me that there was a prophecy about those two, and I knew that he'd have a target painted on his back for potentially the rest of his life, so I tried to even the scales a bit."
"You handed a baby an Olympian artifact?!" Dumbledore exclaimed, looking more shocked than any of them had ever seen him. "Did you take complete leave of your senses?"
"I panicked," Sirius repeated. "I couldn't help him fulfill his destiny, and I knew that, but then I realized that if he was destined to face and defeat Voldemort, then he couldn't die as a baby, and perhaps he could succeed where everyone else who had ever blown into the damn thing had failed and harness its power."
"James never told you what it said, did he?" Dumbledore asked flatly.
"He summarized it just before he and Lily went into hiding," Sirius replied.
"Well, I'm not repeating it here, but suffice to say, if that thing had put him in a coma, the terms of the prophecy still could have been fulfilled when Tom came for him," Dumbledore replied, making Sirius go pale.
"Fortunately, that didn't happen," Luna said soothingly. "Professor, what exactly is Harry saying?"
"He's speaking too softly for me to get all of it, and I can't amplify his voice thanks to the barrier," Dumbledore replied. "One word I can make out with certainty, though, and it translates roughly to return."
"Return?" Tonks asked. "Return what?"
"That is a good question, Miss Tonks," Dumbledore sighed.
"Perhaps it means return to somewhere," Fleur suggested. "Maybe the flute wants to go back to Greece. Is that it, 'Arry?"
"Greece wouldn't have been a single unified country in Pan's day," Hermione pointed out. "The English word for the modern state might not mean anything to him."
"Arcadia!" Luna exclaimed. "Maybe that name will…"
Before she could finish that thought, Harry opened his eyes, which glowed a bright green, and the invisible barrier became rapidly opaque. It started glowing that same shade of emerald green before disappearing completely.
"Ugh!" Hermione exclaimed, standing up so quickly that she barely had time to set the book down.
She felt a sudden, almost painful burst of arousal and a burning heat just above her mound. The others all stood up a moment later, experiencing the same thing, and both Dumbledore and Sirius stepped back in alarm.
"Is something wrong?" Dumbledore asked, looking around the room as their faces all turned red.
"No," Hermione replied before anyone else could, not wanting to explain to her headmaster that she was suddenly horny.
Luckily, before he or Sirius could inquire further, someone else spoke up.
"What's going on?" Harry asked and they all turned to look at him in shock.
"Harry!" Luna exclaimed. Being the closest one to him, she managed to rush over first and wrap her arms around him. "We were so worried!"
"Worried?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow in confusion. He then coughed and winced, asking, "Why is my throat so dry?"
"Here," Dumbledore said, conjuring a glass and filling it with water. "There's much that we need to discuss."
"Hermione, could you come here?" Susan asked, dragging Daphne with her out of the room.
Hermione followed suit and shoved her knuckles in her mouth to keep from moaning the second she was out of sight of Dumbledore and Sirius.
"You're randy as all hell too, right?" Susan asked.
"I thought I was going to cum in front of bloody Dumbledore for a moment there," Daphne hissed.
"We all felt it," Hermione confirmed. "It coincided directly with Harry getting out of his trance, and that has to be related."
"The question is, did it only affect those of us who were in the room with him at the time, or everyone who he's ever slept with?" Daphne posited, and Hermione paled.
"I'll floo Lavender and see how she's doing," Susan offered. "If she's affected as well, we'll need to get in contact with Ginny and the twins."
"Thank you," Hermione sighed. "In the meantime, I'll see how things are going in there."
"...reckless and irresponsible," Dumbledore chided as she reentered the room, "but what's done is done, and publicly airing this would be...unwise."
"Thank you," Harry sighed in relief. "How did you manage to get me out of my trance?"
"I didn't," Dumbledore replied. "It was Miss Lovegood here who figured out the one word that could get through to you."
"Arcadia," Luna explained, and Harry shivered. "That word means a lot to you, doesn't it?"
"I think it does," Harry replied. "When you said it just now, I was filled with this intense sense of longing. Arcadia is a place in Greece, I imagine?"
"Yes," Dumbledore replied. "It's a region in the Peloponnese, the southernmost part of the country connected to the continent. Pan is strongly associated with the region and may very well have been born there."
"The Cult of Pan was stronger there than anywhere else," Luna added.
"Do you think I should go there?" Harry asked.
"I think that thing should be locked away where it can't harm anyone else," Dumbledore replied flatly, pointing at the flute, "but you and it are likely too closely entwined by now for that."
"The word Arcadia broke you out of the trance that it placed you in and broke down the magic barrier around you." Hermione added. "We know terribly little about the enchantments on the panflute, but clearly the region has some significance to it."
"Let me see it more closely," Dumbledore said, holding out his hand.
Harry handed it over without hesitation, and Dumbledore cocked an eyebrow as he looked it over. After casting a few diagnostic charms on it, he visibly relaxed and handed it back.
"There's great power in it, clearly, but the magic its infused with isn't dark at all," he murmured. "You've taken the first steps down a path it would likely be inadvisable to turn back on. Just walking the land that Pan once called home might very well help you grow more in tune with this artifact."
"Could it really 'old and give the power of one of these Olympian 'gods?'" Fleur asked.
"It has already changed Mister Potter in rather profound ways, it would seem," Dumbledore replied. "Few have ever managed to harness the power of these artifacts without being instantly destroyed by them. The few who have, however, have wielded terrible power, and as ill-advised as setting this in motion might have been, it might very well give you what you need to face Voldemort when he returns."
"Getting an international portkey last minute during the holidays will be a pain," Sirius muttered.
"I can help you there," Dumbledore said. "It will still take a couple days, but I can lean on the portkey office to expedite the process."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry smiled.
"It should go without saying, but I would strongly advise against trying to play that flute again until you know more about it," Dumbledore remarked.
"Yes," Harry agreed.
"Goodbye for now," Dumbledore said before apparating away.
"Sirius, Sirius, Sirius," he muttered to himself as he shook his head the moment he arrived in his office.
Fawkes trilled confusedly at him and he smiled at his oldest friend.
"Just someone playing around with things they shouldn't," Dumbledore explained, sitting down heavily and burying his face in his hands. "That has to be the last Olympian artifact unaccounted for."
Out of all of them, Pan was among the ones that he'd studied the least in his youth, and he knew less about the matter at hand than he would have liked. That said, it did not appear to have gone poorly so far, and he couldn't help but think of the prophecy.
"By the time Tom was amassing power, the Olympian artifacts were already hidden away in the I.C.W. vaults, and if he ever was interested in them, they ended up far beyond his reach," Dumbledore thought to himself. "If Harry manages to fully harness the panflute's power, that could be the power he knows not."
"Pan was a being strongly associated with nature, and what connects Harry and Tom is a most unnatural creation," the old wizard mused, stroking his beard. "Perhaps it could help remove the taint from that poor boy's scar."
It was just a hope he knew, but what he'd told Harry was correct; in using the flute multiple times, he had likely put himself on a path that could not be exited easily. Time would tell what, if any, affect the flute would have on him and on his greater destiny, but for the time being, the old headmaster was willing to help Harry reach Arcadia, if only to see if going there had any discernible effect.
"Lavender was also affected, which means that the others were too," Daphne said as she walked back into the sitting room.
"Affected by what?" Harry asked.
"Um, when your trance was broken, the rest of us became...well…" Hermione tried to say.
"Our passions were inflamed," Fleur finished delicately.
"Ah, well, that's my cue," Sirius muttered, leaving the room.
"So you all were affected by my using the flute again?" Harry asked.
"Not until it did that little light show," Tonks muttered, "then it was just instant ruined panties, or would be if I were wearing any."
"No panties?" Fleur asked, glancing hungrily at her girlfriend.
"Hermione rushed us all out of bloody bed," Tonks chuckled.
"The others need to be informed," Hermione muttered, "especially if they've…"
"Do you lot know why I have bloody tattoo above my pussy?" Ginny asked as she thundered in.
"Tattoo?" Susan asked. "You didn't mention…"
She trailed off and felt down above her sex as the others all stared at the redheads with wide eyes.
"My room?" Harry suggested, and they all rushed upstairs, stripping naked the second they were inside.
Ginny was faster than the others and quickly pointed to what looked like a tattoo on her bare mound. The image sitting there in what looked like black ink reminded Harry of the female symbol with a circle sitting atop a cross. Above the symbol, though, was a straight vertical line with two curved lines coming out of each end, looking like horns. Sure enough, as they others stripped down and, if needed, cast depilatory charms to remove their pubic hair, they noticed that they had the same tattoo.
"Holy shit, I can't morph it away!" Tonks exclaimed. "Glad it's right above my clam. The aurors don't kind kindly to tattoos."
"The flute did this?" Hermione asked. "Why?"
"I am so sorry," Harry winced.
"It's okay, I kind of like having your symbol on me," Luna smiled. "I mean, it's Pan's symbol, but that's more or less the same thing, right?"
"Now this is the kind of party I was hoping for," Lavender giggled as she walked in.
"How did you…" Hermione went to ask.
"Flooed over, and your godfather said which door was yours," Lavender replied. "Wait, when did you call get matching tattoos?"
"About the same time you did," Daphne sighed.
"Huh?" Lavender asked.
They took a few minutes to fill Lavender in on the craziness of the last few hours. Harry sat down, still feeling guilty for having dragged all of them into this mess, and he was startled when he felt Luna sit down behind him and wrap her arms around him.
"We're all more than happy to be yours, Harry," she whispered in his ear as she pressed her perky breasts against the back of his head.
"Even despite how complicated it's likely to get?" Harry asked.
"Mmhmm," Luna replied. "So stop feeling bad about it and let the healing power of boobs soothe you."
Harry snorted at that and relaxed back against her.
"Wow, I mean, I knew you were in a god in bed, I didn't think you were actually a god," Lavender marveled.
"I'm not," Harry said flatly. "The Olympians themselves were just powerful wizards and witches by the sound of it, and I've just managed to draw on a bit of power from one of them."
"Well, either way, I guess it is sort of nice knowing why you have a magic cock," Lavender shrugged. "I'm glad you called when you did, Susan, I thought I had actually grown so addicted to Harry that I was suffering withdrawals."
"I was helping Mum in the kitchen and nearly dropped a bowl on the floor when it hit me," Ginny groaned. "I didn't even get that horny when I overheard you and Hermione sucking Harry's cock in the change room."
"Speaking of your mum, what did you tell her when you came over here?" Harry asked.
"That I needed to ask Hermione something about an assignment," Ginny replied. "She wasn't in the room when Susan flooed to talk to me, so I was able to lie and say that you'd just called to check in."
"I'll keep that in mind," Hermione said. "Did you manage to reach Padma and Parvati, Susan?"
"No," Susan replied. "There was no answer."
"If they got hit by the same thing that the rest of us did, they probably still have their faces buried between each other's legs," Lavender giggled.
"They're twins, right?" Tonks asked in shock.
"They're a ton of fun," Lavender replied. "You'll love them, I'm sure."
"Such things are rather common in Veela 'ouseolds," Fleur purred in Tonks' ear. "It can be so 'ard at times to find someone who can scratch ze itch. Who better to trust than a si…"
Tonks cut her off with a kiss, making her laugh and moan into her mouth.
"I'll floo my mum and let her know that I'm staying for a while," Ginny said. "Do you want me to try and floo the twins and see if I can reach them?"
"Yes, thanks, Ginny," Hermione smiled, giving the redhead a hug. "Does anyone here need to get going?"
"Nope," Lavender replied.
"My aunt's at work, so I'm good for a while," Susan replied.
"I sadly need to go," Daphne replied. "Harry, given that you've physically marked me, I assume we're in this for the long haul?"
"Daph," Susan muttered, shaking her head.
"If you'll have me," Harry chuckled, scratching the back of his head.
"Thrice nightly if I can manage it," Daphne purred. "I was going to wait a while longer to broach the subject of our betrothal with my father, but if things are going to accelerate with the flute, then it might be best to speed things up there. I already put together a draft that I think will please him, and I could run it by your godfather first, but I don't want to do anything without your say."
"Daphne," Harry murmured, pulling the beautiful blonde in for a hug. "You and Susan already have your place in our strange little family. Whatever you need to do to get your father on board, I'll support."
"Thank you," Daphne whispered, looking up at him with misty eyes. "For so long I feared that I wasn't going to find a way for Sue and I to be together painlessly. You have no idea what this means to me."
"Oh, I think we've made our feelings very clear, love," Susan giggled, embracing Daphne from behind and trapping her between them.
"Just 'ow many couples 'ave you taken into your bed by now?" Fleur asked Hermione as she watched the scene.
"You and Tonks, and those two, are the only real couples," Hermione replied. "Lavender and Parvati are very close, but…"
"We're friends with spectacular benefits," Lavender grinned.
"Spectacular?" Fleur asked, her voice brimming with such lust that it made the other blonde shudder.
"I'd happily demonstrate," Lavender purred. Looking over at Tonks, she added, "To either of you."
"I think we're going to get along just fine," Tonks chuckled.
"We were wondering where those tattoos came from," Padma commented as she walked in. "Ginny filled us in."
"I'll see you all later," Daphne said as she finished getting dressed and headed out.
"I'm sorry about that," Harry muttered.
"Don't worry about it," Parvati replied. "Pad and I were home alone, so we just spent a good hour fucking our brains ou...wait, Fleur Delacour and Tonks?"
"Au chante," Fleur purred, looking the younger girl up and down.
Leaning in, Parvati whispered in Harry's ear, "You can do whatever you want to me later."
"So, about Greece," Tonks said. "Given that we're all now connected, it might be a good idea for at least some of us to go with you. I'd love to, but I'm expected to start training under Moody directly after Christmas."
"Leave that to me," Susan piped up. When Tonks cocked an eyebrow at her, she said, "I'm going to let Auntie know about my arrangement with Harry and Daphne later. Going with them to Greece won't be out of the question once I'm betrothed to him, as she trusts Sirius well enough, but she'll want me to have a guard, and while sending an actual auror with me would be inappropriate, a trainee wouldn't be as objectionable. Seeing as you're the only trainee without a dick, most of the time, anyway, that'll fall on you."
"Hmm, that could work," Tonks grinned.
"Wait, you can grow a cock?" Lavender asked.
"Just last night she and Harry double penetrated Fleur," Luna replied before anyone else could. "It looked ever so much fun."
Lavender looked between the two of them, practically panting as she imagined being stuffed that obscenely full.
"Dumbledore did say that it would take a couple days to arrange an international portkey, but will that really be enough time to talk your aunt into everything?" Harry asked.
"Aunt Amelia's made it very clear that while she'll follow the traditions close enough, she's happy to let me choose as I will," Susan replied. "So long as I'm happy with everything, she'll go along with it. If Daphne's father wasn't such a colossal prick, negotiations on her end would take longer, but so long as the math works out and the match is sufficiently noble, which you are, he won't care beyond that."
"So we'd all go then?" Harry asked.
"Given how involved we already are, that might be for the best," Hermione replied. "Would you five be able to manage it?"
"My mum's too involved with her new boyfriend Paul to look too closely into what I'm up to," Lavender piped up, "plus she'd mostly be jealous about my traveling to Greece."
"Envious," Hermione mumbled under her breath.
"Our parents might not be the easiest to convince," Padma replied, "but Sirius has a good enough reputation that they might trust him as a chaperone."
"The fact that you have a girlfriend who'd be going as well might help to convince them," Parvati smirked.
"Daddy would be more than willing to let me go hunt for Pan," Luna smiled serenely.
"There's no way in hell my mum will agree to this," Ginny snorted. "It's not the sort of thing that I could lean on my dad for help with either."
"You could try the 'he has a girlfriend' angle," Susan suggested.
"Anyone who can't come, we'll fill in as soon as we can," Harry said. "We have a couple days to figure out who all is going and who isn't. In the meantime, unless we have anything else to go over, I suggest we go downstairs. We skipped lunch, and I, for one, am starving."
"Definitely," Tonks grumbled, finally feeling the hunger she'd been too focused on the insanity around her to notice before.
The lot of them made their way down to the kitchen, where they found Sirius rubbing his temples.
"You're going to have your work cut out for you with that one," he groaned the second he saw Harry.
"Daphne spoke to you; I take it?" Harry chuckled.
"At me mostly, but yes," Sirius replied. "Old Cyrus is a right prick; he has been since school, but I doubt he'll hesitate to sign that bloody contract. Congrats would be an understatement in this case."
"I owe all this to you," Harry chuckled. "Listen, we haven't eaten since this morning."
"Not counting...mmm," Luna went to say, only for Hermione to place a hand over her mouth.
"Kreacher!" Sirius exclaimed. "Make them more of what you made me."
"As you command," Kreacher replied flatly.
"We have a ton of leftover turkey sitting under stasis charms, and it makes wonderful sandwiches," Sirius explained. "I'll leave you all to it while I go read through my post. I put it off earlier, and with everything that happened after…"
He left and the rest of them ate lunch together, and Harry sat back for the most part, allowing Fleur and Tonks to get to know the others a little better. Lavender went back home when she was done but returned to Grimmauld Place a few minutes later, looking confused.
"Um, that was really weird," she muttered.
"What was?" Harry asked.
"I brought up the idea of Greece to my mum and she agreed immediately," Lavender replied.
"You said she wouldn't have much of a problem," Hermione pointed out.
"Mum's always been the hands-off sort, but I expected to have to at least convince her a little," Lavender replied. "Instead, the second I brought it up, she just said, 'that would be only right. Have fun, dear.' She sounded really off too."
"That's...odd," Hermione murmured, furrowing her brow as an idea occurred to her.
A moment later, Daphne stepped through the floo, grinning from ear to ear.
"He agreed!" she exclaimed, rushing over and kissing both Susan and Harry. "Not only did he sign the contract after reading it over only once, he even agreed to let me go with you to Greece."
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Mmhmm," Daphne replied. "It was the simplest conversation I've ever had with my father. Once your aunt agrees, Sue, we'll be in the clear."
"What exactly did your father say?" Hermione asked. "About the Greece part, I mean."
"He said that it would be only right and I should have fun," Daphne replied. "Truth be told, it was a little weird, but I was so over the moon at the time that I didn't...what's wrong?"
"Ginny, go ask your mother if you could join us," Hermione said.
"What?" Ginny asked. "I said there's no way that…"
"I think the flute and our marks are influencing the people around us," Hermione posited. "It's possible that it's just a coincidence, and I can't speak to the character of either Lavender's mum or Daphne's dad, but if your mother actually agrees to let you go with us to another country without question…"
"Yeah, that would be really weird," Ginny said, looking concerned. "I'll bring it up as indirectly as I can and see how she reacts. If she seems onboard, then I'll ask, but yeah, you're right. If she goes along with this without question, then something really weird is going on."
"If nothing else, this strongly suggests that going to Arcadia will get us answers," Harry commented. "If the magic connecting us is actively influencing us and the people around us to take the trip, it must be for a reason."
"I just hope it's a good reason," Fleur muttered, growing concerned.
"We don't have to," Harry said, faltering at the apprehension in her voice. "We could ignore it altogether and lock the flute away, or I could go alone…"
A chorus of objections rang out in response to that idea.
"If this turns out to be dangerous, there's no way that I'm letting you go alone!" Hermione exclaimed.
"You're probably going to need backup in general," Tonks added. "Fleur and I are both great with our wands."
"As are Sue and I," Daphne added coolly.
"You're not going alone," Ginny said flatly.
"As for ignoring this outright, what if Professor Dumbledore's right and you're too far down this path to stop now?" Hermione asked.
"What if Dumbledore's been influenced just like the others?" Harry asked.
"Harry, he's Dumbledore," Lavender said incredulously. "He's the most powerful wizard since Merlin. If he thinks this is a good idea, then I say we trust him. Maybe it turns out to be nothing, and you're better off just not touching the panflute again. If so, we'll be in bloody Greece. Do you have any idea how much I'd rather be there than in Britain in December?"
"Agreed," Fleur smiled.
"I've never had sex on a beach before," Lavender grinned lasciviously.
"It's overrated," Fleur replied.
"Still," Lavender insisted, "we could have fun if nothing else."
"Alright," Harry relented. "I'm probably worrying over nothing anyway."
"We'll be careful, Harry," Hermione murmured, "but we do need to find out more about what's going on with us, and I really do think that the answers we're looking for are in Arcadia."
"It's the land Pan's from, and you've probably been drawn to it for years," Luna added. "You've mentioned dreaming of vast green landscapes before."
"Actually, the last time you ended up in a trance, when you made us all dance until we were exhausted, you said that you saw olive trees in your vision," Hermione pointed out. "Greece has been growing olives for millenia."
"The mere fact that this isn't the first time you ended up in a magical trance should be reason enough to know that we need to investigate this further," Daphne muttered.
"You're right, all of you," Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "I just became a little wary of the idea of involving all of you more than I already have, but you have every right to come seek the answers we hope we'll find in Greece."
"I think I speak for everyone when I say that I don't mind at all that I'm 'involved' as you've put it," Parvati giggled.
"There are worse potential consequences that can come from having sex," Lavender laughed.
"Pan is a fertility god, so we'll likely have to be especially careful about babies," Luna mused, making Lavender go pale.
"Right," the other blonde muttered. "My last period was a week ago, so I know that the potion is still working."
"We're witches," Daphne scoffed. "Anyone with magic who gets pregnant without planning it is an idiot."
"Or really swept up in their passion," Susan amended, giving her caustic girlfriend a look.
Harry looked around the table and smiled at his many lovers. They seemed to be getting along relatively well, which was good, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it might be because of the magic influencing the people around them too, and he didn't like the idea. Just a few hours ago, he'd found himself thankful to Sirius for giving him the flute as a baby, given the many perks that had come of the gift, but now he wasn't so sure. The magic of it had changed him in multiple ways, and it seemed to be changing the women in his life as well. Where that would end, he had no idea.
"When the tattoos first formed, you said that they made you aroused too," he murmured. "That passed, right?"
"We took care of ours," Padma smirked, looking over to her sister.
"It wouldn't take much to get me going, but then again, it never did," Lavender sighed. "I'm not dripping wet anymore, though."
"Talking about magic objects influencing people doesn't exactly do it for me," Ginny muttered, "so I'm not turned on anymore."
"Oh, fuck, I didn't even think of that," Harry groaned, standing up and walking over to her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, Harry, I'm fine," Ginny sighed, smiling as he wrapped an arm around her, and Luna took one of her hands in her own. "I know this isn't the same."
Fleur cocked an eyebrow at Hermione, who mouthed, 'later,' in response.'
"So whatever happened, at least it didn't leave them permanently turned on," Harry thought to himself.
"Anyway, I have a little last minute shopping that I need to do," Tonks said.
"Dora, you know 'ow bad the shops will be today," Fleur chided, making her girlfriend look sheepish.
"It's just a couple more things," Tonks winced. "Neither one is for you, either, so if you want to keep me company…"
"I suppose even shopping in a madhouse is still shopping," Fleur murmured. "If anything else comes up, just floo us this evening."
"Will do," Harry smiled, hugging them both goodbye.
"Actually, I could use a trip to Diagon Alley as well," Lavender said. "Is that where you're headed?"
"Yeah, you want to come with?" Tonks asked.
"Yes, thank you," Lavender smiled.
Noticing Padma and Parvati both looking like they wanted to say something, Fleur said, "Anyone else who wants to come along is welcome."
"You're sure?" Padma asked.
"Of course," Fleur smiled.
Harry walked them out, watching them apparate away, with Tonks grabbing Lavender and Fleur taking the twins.
"My aunt is going to have an early day today," Susan commented as she stood up, "and I should probably take advantage of that if I want to talk to her about Greece."
"Take care, and let us know what she says," Hermione smiled, kissing the redhead softly.
"Call me later," Daphne added, snogging her properly.
With her gone, Daphne quickly left as well, wanting to see if her mother would react the same way as her father, and Ginny went to test the waters a bit with her own family, leaving Harry and Hermione with Luna, who quickly left to speak with her father.
"It all seemed so simple," the brunette sighed once they were alone. "We'd test out your oddity with another girl, get our answers either way, and that would be that. Now we have a harem, and you have the power of a dead god."
"Any regrets?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Not a one," Hermione smiled, turning around and wrapping her arms around his neck. "As bizarre as our life has become, you know I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love you."
"I love you too," Harry whispered, smiling widely as he leaned in to kiss her.
She responded to the kiss eagerly, deepening it almost immediately, and soon he had her pressed against the table, reaching down to grab her arse.
"Wait, wait," Hermione gasped. "We should take this upstairs."
Harry laughed and picked her up, making her squeal as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Carrying her securely, he quickly made his way upstairs to his bedroom. They had already slept together earlier as well as the previous day, but his desire for her was endless, and that was very mutual.
"I'm still a little sore," Hermione gasped as he set her down on the bed and trailed hot kisses down along her neck.
"We don't have to if you're not up to it," Harry whispered, going still.
"I wouldn't have told you to bring me upstairs if I didn't have something in mind, and I have more than one hole, after all," Hermione whispered back, and Harry groaned as his cock throbbed with need.
"Really?" he asked.
"I might have been a little wary of anal at first, but Padma liked it a lot, and if Fleur can handle both you and Tonks together, I think I'll survive," Hermione replied. Grinning wickedly, she added, "You can't tell me that you haven't thought about burying every inch of your massive cock inside my tight little asshole."
"Fuck," Harry groaned, grabbing his wand. Within seconds, they were both undressed, and he captured her lips again with his.
She wrapped her legs around him, grinding her slick sex against his throbbing length, and moaned as she managed to rub her clit on him. The sudden spark of arousal she'd felt earlier had passed, but it never took much for Harry to make her wet, and soon enough, she was gagging for it. Harry reached down and cupped her perky breasts with his hands, kneading the mounds and gently pinching her hard nipples. She broke the kiss and cried out in pleasure before rolling them over.
"If you're going to fit inside me ass, I'm going to need to make sure that your cock is very, very wet," Hermione purred, kissing his muscular chest.
"I wish I'd known was a little minx you'd turn out to be before we started dating," Harry laughed as she took her time kissing his every ab while she stroked his cock.
"So you could have asked me out sooner?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," Harry replied, making her laugh.
"I wouldn't have expected this of myself either," Hermione said, "but then, you've been able to bring out my naughty side ever since we became friends."
"So it's my fault, is it?" Harry asked, sounding amused.
"Definitely," Hermione breathed as she stared down at his cock.
She peppered the thick shaft with wet kisses, making Harry's breath hitch. As she reached the bottom of his cock, she pressed her tongue against it and licked all the way to the tip.
"Fuck, Mione," Harry groaned as she swirled her tongue around his glans.
Hermione moaned as she really got into it, acting like she was outright worshiping his cock in a way that she knew always drove him wild. After another few seconds of teasing him, she wrapped her pouty lips around his shaft and took the first few inches of him into her hot little mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she took him deep with practiced ease as he snaked his fingers into her mane of brown hair.
"You're so fucking good at that," Harry groaned.
Her chocolate brown eyes locked onto his, and as they gleamed with lust, she swallowed the last inches of his cock into her throat, burying her nose in his pubic hair. Harry grabbed the sheets on either side of him as her talented tongue drove him wild. She let her saliva flow, giving him a far sloppier blowjob than she normally would have, and then pulled back after a couple minutes of this.
"There, I think that's slick enough," she croaked.
"On your hands and knees," Harry commanded, and Hermione shuddered as she turned around and stuck her arse up in the air. "Good girl."
"Harry," Hermione whimpered, pressing her cheek into the sheets.
Harry spread her plump cheeks wide, grinning as he looked down at her puckered asshole. He'd wanted to do this for a while, and he was going to savor it, but first he had something very important to do. Grabbing his wand, he cast the lubrication charm and laughed as she shrieked.
"That is so much colder than I expected," Hermione hissed.
"Padma did warn you," Harry chuckled.
The charm was designed to both clean her thoroughly and lubricate every bit of her tight insides. Why it was so apparently cool to the touch, he had no idea, but he had better things to do just then than contemplate the strange quirk of an otherwise useful spell. Pushing a finger inside her dripping cunt, he got it nice and slick with her juices before pulling it out and moving up to her ass.
"Ahh!" Hermione cried as she felt his digit slide inside her tightest hole.
"You're so tight," Harry whispered in her ear, making her shudder. "My cock is going to stretch your tight little asshole so far. Do you think you can be a good girl and take every inch?
"Bloody Merlin, Harry," Hermione whimpered, making him grin ferally.
Fisting his cock, Harry pressed the head of his cock against her tiny rosebud and pushed forward. She cried out in shock as his bulbous head popped inside, and Harry moaned aloud at the sheer heat of her tight insides.
"Fucking hell," he groaned as she clenched around him almost painfully.
"Fuck, you feel as big as a fist," Hermione moaned. "If I wasn't so well lubricated, this would be impossible."
"Try to relax a little," Harry murmured. "I'll hold still until you say."
"Right...relax," Hermione laughed lightly.
She took a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to focus on her breathing rather than the sheer, overwhelming fullness that she felt. It hurt a little, but nowhere near as much as she would have once feared. More than anything, she felt deliciously full, and as turned on as she was, that fullness made her pussy gush.
"M...move," she whimpered only to claw at the sheets in front of her as he buried another inch of his girthy cock inside her.
"You feel so good, Hermione," Harry moaned. "Fuck you're so hot and tight and perfect."
"Oh, oh, oh," Hermione whimpered as he slowly but surely sank inside her sweltering tunnel. "You're in...you're actually inside me!"
"Half of me anyway," Harry thought to himself, thinking it better not to say that out loud.
"You feel even bigger in there," Hermione moaned. "This is how taking a cock that perfect should always have felt. It should have been a...ugh...a challenge! Would have made it feel more like an accomplishment."
"Is that what you're going to feel when I bury the inch inside her ass?" Harry asked, smirking. "Like you accomplished something? What will feel better, when you get a dozen Os in your OWLs later this year, or managing to handle my cock like this?"
"A dozen Os is a slow night with you," Hermione quipped, making him laugh. "Now...ahh!"
He buried himself to the hilt inside her with one last, slow thrust, until his balls were resting against her dripping, wet pussy.
"I did it!" Hermione exclaimed, sounding half delirious.
"Yeah, you did, baby," Harry whispered in her ear, "and now I'm going to fuck your tight little asshole until you flood the bed. Given what I feel against my balls right now, I'd say you're already close."
"Do it!" Hermione moaned. "Fuck my ass until I cum!"
Harry had no intention of stopping that soon. Picking up his pace, he sunk his fingers into her fleshy hips and start pounding her hard enough that his balls began slapping her pussy. Her cries filled the air, as did the sound of his hips smacking her perfect arse which jiggled with each impact. He caught sight of her in the mirror in the corner and groaned at how hot she looked, her face beat red and her mouth formed into a perfect O as her wild hair stuck out all around her. Letting go of her hips, he gathered her curly mane into his hand and tugged gently, pulling her head back.
"Look at you," he grinned as she looked towards the mirror. "You're loving this aren't you?"
"Yes!" Hermione cried, digging her fingers into the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "I love it!"
"Prim and proper Hermione Granger getting her tight little asshole pounded and adoring every second of it," Harry taunted. "What would your younger self have said if she could have seen this?"
"She'd have been...ah God...appalled," Hermione cried, throwing her arse back against him even harder as she soared towards her climax. "She wouldn't have known how good...how good...how fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, making her vision go black and her mind to go blank. She squirted hard, soaking Harry's balls and the bed below them with her fluids. Harry gritted his teeth and his eyes nearly crossed at how impossibly tight she became as she spasmed around him, squeezing hard, but he didn't relent at all, fucking her through her mind-melting pleasure. He did let go of her hair, allowing her fall forward as she writhed and convulsed in ecstasy. Her climax went on and on, rocking her entire body in seemingly endless waves until finally it stopped, allowing her to go still.
Harry looked down at her twitching, sweaty soaked body and grinned, saying, "Hermione?"
"Huh...who...wha?" Hermione panted, sounding completely out of it.
Harry laughed and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply and nuzzling her neck. When her brain turned back on in a minute, he'd start again, but for the moment he was content to luxuriate in the feeling of her wonderful body. He had no idea what would come of his trip to Greece, for himself, or his lovers, but what he did know was that in that moment, he didn't need to think about it at all. Instead he could focus on Hermione, the girl he owed so much of his incredible life to, and allow himself to relax for the first time in hours.