AN/ Hello and welcome back to another chapter of Harry Pendragon. Before we get started there are a few things I would like to address. First one being the spelling of Lily. Sorry it's become a bit of a force of habit and I am trying to break myself of this error. I hope to not have it be as big of an issue going further. The next issue that I want to address here is people's complaints on Harry 'Not doing enough' when it comes to DE's or even James and his crew. The thing is that I don't want him going overboard and crushing people with his political pull. To many authors do that and while its fine and can be entertaining that is not what I am trying to go for in this. At this point Harry doesn't want to fight. He had delt with years of it prior to this and he would rather stay out of it as much as possible. However, don't let that fool you, he can and will be fighting at some point. Now on to the next topic. The rape scenes. I am going to warn you know there is only MENTION of it in this chapter as well. Now I know many of you don't see this as information that you want or need. However, what I am trying to do with these is to better show what exactly the DE's are. In canon we are kind of just told that they are bad people who kill and people were deathly afraid of. However, we don't really get an idea as to exactly why there was so much fear around them. Why exactly they were SO terror inducing to the point that people even taught their children to fear them and the dark lord years after they were supposedly defeated. I mean we hear terrible things of people from ancient Rome, or other dynasties and yet we don't have a deep seeded fear of them. These scenes of needless, senseless rape, murder and torcher are meant to show this. Its mean to show just why these people aren't 'redeemable'. You hear about people like Charels Mansion and the Zodiac killer and you hear of their crimes but you don't ever really hear about people saying that they can be redeemed. It's basically the same concept here. I am trying to paint the picture of just what it means to be a DE. What it means to follow Tom Marvalo Riddle in his bid for domination. If you do not like this then I am sorry. This story is rated M for mature. These are the things that people who are not fighting for a moral goal can, may and more than likely will do. It's not pretty, I don't enjoy writing things like this in fact I highly dislike it. I have known people who have been raped in my own life and I hate those that do it. But this was something that I, as a writer have felt needed to be shown for you as the reader to fully grasp the scope of these people and their atrocities. For those who no longer wish to read this story then I am sorry to see you go. For those that will continue on then I thank you. It has been a joy to read your comments and reviews and to write this for you. I have always dreamed of being a writer and while I know I am not the best it is an honor to write this for you and have such positive feedback. It is almost like a dream of mine coming true.

THIS IS CHAPTER 31 due to the author note a little while back it did affect chapter numbers to be off.

It was now mid-November, and the weather had turned cold. Harry was walking alone through Hogsmeade looking for Christmas presents for his girls. The atmosphere within the castle had changed since the last year. Before, the Muggle attacks were kept out of the news along with any small attacks committed by the Death Eaters upon magical Britain. However, now it was hard to cover up. A few prominent families had been attacked, mainly those not of noble and ancient status that didn't have the wards to protect them as other older families did.

The girls themselves were rather reluctant to go down to the village as the rivalry between the houses was now at an all-time high. People were at each other's throats when it came to Slytherin and Gryffindor. A few fights had even been stirred up between the two, with multiple people on both sides and bystanders ending up in the hospital wing. It was really only a matter of time before someone got seriously injured or worse, died. A big instigator of this had been James himself. He would openly belittle the snakes and call them out for having parents as the attackers. He would prank them in increasingly violent manners.

Most of the teachers did what they could to tamp down this behavior, but it was to little avail. Fortunately, most were too afraid of Harry to attack him or the girls. Between his grades, his prowess with his wand, and the fact that the girls and his friends had grown in leaps and bounds under his tutelage, they were largely left alone.

He stopped upon seeing a blond-haired figure standing before him in a fine cloak. He had black dragon hide gloves and was carrying a cane as though it made him more distinguished. His blond hair was slicked back to his head, and he looked as pompous as ever. He hadn't seen Lucius Malfoy since the end of last year when the other boy graduated. Yet here he stood looking like the proper pureblood. However, Harry could see behind the mask; the fear in his eyes was almost palpable as he tried to appear nonplussed by the boy in front of him.

"Lord Pendragon, a word if I could?" Lucius called to him. You could hear the slight quiver in his voice if you listened closely.

Harry stared at him with slightly narrowed eyes for a moment, making him gulp. Finally, he nodded and indicated an abandoned alley to the left. Lucius nodded and went in with Harry following. He had his wand palmed in case the fool tried anything. Upon looking around, he finally turned to Harry.

"I have come today on the behalf of a very important man, Pendragon. A man who wishes to see our world prosper under the rule of us purebloods. He has sent me here to offer you a place in this new world. All you need do is follow him and his every command. He is powerful, and he will win this. Soon all shall know his name and fear it," he said, seeming to gain his confidence back while talking of his master. "We purebloods were meant to rule this world, as I am sure you know. We plan to put the Mudbloods in their rightful place under our boots. He has made the offer that should you join, you can even keep your... woman." He sneered, though flinched upon the look Harry gave him.

Harry glared at him for a moment as he thought of a good reply. He honestly didn't want the dark wanker to come after the girls, and he needed to ensure that he wouldn't. He considered his options and decided to make a counteroffer. "I have a counter to your offer. As I am sure you know, I am quite skilled with my wand, and I am sure your... lord wants me for this reason. As such, my counter to his offer is that I remain neutral in this conflict. As long as he does not attack me, my family, or my family's family, I will not enter into the conflict on either side. If he wins, I may simply leave the country with my family should I not like to stay, and no one need be bothered with any of this."

Lucius sneered at him a bit. "He figured you would say something like that. Said that a Pendragon was the epitome of the grey faction. Very well, your offer is accepted on his behalf. You stay out of things, Pendragon, and you won't have to worry about your precious little girls getting hurt."

Harry watched as he turned up his nose at him and left the alley. This was going to be interesting. He hadn't managed to find any of the Horcruxes yet, and he needed to find them soon. He huffed a bit and went about his shopping.

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February

Harry was sitting in the RoR by himself today. Over the Christmas holidays, the Blacks, Bones, and Evans had been gearing up for the wedding. The ladies of these families were all bubbly and excited, going round and round looking at dresses, flowers, cakes, and more. Of course, Harry had been dragged along on more than one occasion, much to Edward's amusement. He simply came back and asked when the wedding was between him and his girlfriend. The boy had just turned pink and looked away.

He sighed as he threw another book to the table. "Come on, damn it! I just need to find something on these bloody things. Anything on Horcruxes would help me!"

A flash of light appeared on the table before him. He looked down to find a silver-looking crown or tiara along with a book. He could feel the dark magic around the tiara. It felt sickening and, at the same time, seemed to call to him. He wanted to reach out and touch it. To place it upon his head would be the best thing for such a lovely piece. He slammed his Occlumency tightly shut. That was not normal. Not normal at all. Then he remembered something from his last life. The diary of Tom Riddle had done something similar. It had urged him to reach out and write upon the pages, to pour his heart and soul into the thing. That's when he realized it... this was Tom Riddle's Horcrux. One of them at the very least anyway.

Instead of reaching to the thing, he reached out and grabbed ahold of the book. He began to flip from page to page, and his disgust only grew as he did. It went over how the Horcruxes were made, and it truly was vile. He had wished he didn't need to read this thing by the time he was done. However, it did give him a way to destroy it. However, no way to find the damn things. Most people were at least sane enough not to create more than one of the things, much less seven. He sighed and looked back to the Horcrux.

"He loved Hogwarts when he was here, so I guess it makes sense that he placed it here. Though I'm not sure how it ended up here. Unless this room has more to it than simply giving you what you need. It must have been in the room to begin with. If not, I would have gotten all of them." He continued to stare at it for a time before shrugging. It really didn't matter, honestly. In the end, he needed to destroy the thing. Maybe he could get Lily to look it over when they graduated. She had already been approached by an Unspeakable for their department after they left school.

He sighed and looked over to Larry, who was asleep on the other chair. "Larry, wake up. I need your help."

He got a hissing snore in response. He gained a frustrated look. He picked up a pillow and tossed it onto the snake. "Wha the hell?!" all seven heads hissed sleepily.

"Come on, you. I need your help. I've found one," Harry told him.

Sleepy Larry yawned. "You found one of those whore things?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "A Horcrux, and yes, I have. I need you to bite it," he said, pointing at the diadem.

All seven heads looked to him, then the jewelry, and back. "Aaaahhh no?" Happy Larry responded.

"What do you mean no? Larry, it needs to be your venom," he told them in exasperation.

"But it's metal. That's going to hurt, you know. Have you ever bitten metal?" he replied.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Just do it, please. I'll get you an extra fat rat."

"Ten!"

"Two…"

"Eight!"

"Look, I'm going to compromise here. I will give you five, no more," he said, rolling his eyes.

"ALRIGHT!" all seven heads said as they grew to their full size. All seven lunged at the diadem and sunk their teeth into it. A loud wailing filled the room, and a black mist-like substance sprang forth. When they retracted from it, it formed a face that Harry recognized before retreating again and dissolving. An eerie silence filled the room.

"Well… that was something?" Angry Larry said with a huff. Harry just rolled his eyes. One down, seven to go.

Snape was happy. Well, as happy as he could be with Lily still in Pendragon's arms. He sneered at the thought. But it didn't matter. Soon that would change. Soon she would be his, and he would never let her go again.

Lucius had approached him over the Christmas break and introduced him to the Dark Lord. The man was as frightening as any that Severus had ever met. He could feel the magic rolling off of him. He could feel the fear that his mere presence inspired.

He had offered him so much: fame, power, vengeance on those who had done him wrong. Most importantly, he had offered him the one thing that he wanted most of all. Any woman he wanted would be his. The Dark Lord had promised it, and he knew that he would provide her for him. He would help him get Lily, and that was all that mattered to him.

Then he would go after Potter and kill him just as slowly as he would kill Pendragon. Oh yes, this will be a perfect opportunity. He would be the sole Potions Master for the Dark Lord, and one day Lily would be his.

Of course, he had to prove his loyalty to the man. But that was easy, really. He had no problem killing some Mudblood. Nor did he have any issue raping the filthy Muggle slut that they brought him in front of the other Death Eaters. No, that was rather easy. In fact, he rather enjoyed the way she struggled under him. It made the pleasure that much better. All he had to do was pretend that it was Lily he was causing to scream below him. Oh yes, rather easy; he had imagined that on many occasions when he had to release pent-up energy.

He had received his new lord's mark that night. It had hurt so badly, but the rewards would be worth it in the end. He looked out from his hiding place behind a statue at the object of his affections. Lily was currently resting her head on Pendragon's filthy shoulder by the lake again, Bones in his lap, and Black on his other side. He felt sick to his stomach just looking at the four of them together.

How the bastard had so many beautiful women around him all the time was beyond Severus. He was nothing special. He wasn't overly handsome or dashing, even. He gritted his teeth even more. Lily had barely left his side since they came back from summer. When she did, she had at least two others with her, and he couldn't even get close. But no matter, soon, soon she would be his, and Pendragon will be dead. Maybe he will even have his way with the other two girls just to spite the filthy bastard.

The end of the school year came sooner than Harry and the girls had expected that it would. Their sixth year was over, and Andie's seventh and final year was done. She wouldn't be returning the following year, and Harry and she were both rather saddened about that. The only saving grace was that Harry would be allowed to leave the castle every other day and would be spending it with her. On the weekends, the girls were being allowed to leave as well for Saturday night.

Since they would be getting married over the summer, when they returned, things would change a bit. They were getting their own sleeping quarters for married couples. This was the first time this had happened in about a hundred years or so but still wasn't exactly uncommon. Harry would also start going to Wizengamot meetings with Edgar and Arcturus every so often so that once he graduated, he could fully take on his seat.

They were currently in their own compartment, alone this time. Remus was spending some time with Sirius, getting reacquainted. The Black Heir had approached him after Christmas break to rekindle their friendship. Harry was surprised but pleased when he had approached him over the break while at Black Manor.

(Flashback)

Harry was standing looking out to the snow-covered back garden of the Blacks' manor. He had a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, and it was early in the morning. He had been invited to stay the night after the small Christmas party they had thrown. Fortunately, neither Cygnus nor Walburga and her husband had decided to join the occasion.

He had found Druella to be a much more pleasant woman than he had thought she would be. In fact, he got along rather well with her. She was a kind woman who didn't judge on blood but merit of character. She had made him promise to always care for and love her daughter. She wanted at least one to be happy, and she wasn't sure that Narcissa and Bellatrix would be.

He turned around when he heard a throat clear behind him. He turned to come face to face with Sirius, who was looking rather awkward. "Good morning, Sirius, sleep okay?" he asked pleasantly.

The other boy just seemed to grow more awkward. "How can you sit there and act like nothing ever happened between us? Like I wasn't a bullying prick for the last four and a half years? Like my best friend had attacked you and even hurt Andie. Aren't you mad, upset, something?"

Harry stared at him for a while before he turned back around. Sirius just awkwardly stepped up beside him. "What would be the point in being bitter or hateful toward you? You didn't throw the curse that struck Andie. You even stood up to your friend for going too far. Am I overly happy about how you had acted the previous years? No, no I am not, but I feel that you have proven you deserve a second chance. On top of that, you are Andie's cousin, and I know you two are close. I refuse to dictate to her who she can be around, and I know she will want you in her life. Her life is now entangled in my own, and thus if I act hateful to you, it will make her life harder. I refuse to do that, so I forgive you. Now, if you hurt her in any way by doing something stupid, then I swear I will come after you with a vengeance. Do you understand?"

Sirius nodded his head, seemingly deep in thought. After a few moments, he nodded and spoke. "You know, you're not as bad as James acts."

Harry snorted at that. "That's because James Potter is in love with a woman that is not only one of the women I love but loves me back. To top it off, he has a bit of a twisted view on what is right and what is wrong. He views anyone not strictly light as dark and murderers. It's not right, but it is what it is, I suppose. Not everyone is going to like you, and you won't like everyone."

Sirius nodded again. "Let's start over then, shall we." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Sirius Black, Heir to the Black family."

Harry gave him a wide smile and took the offered hand. "Harry Pendragon, Lord of the House of Pendragon."

(End Flashback)

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Sirius had started spending some time with them after that. He had mellowed out a lot and seemed to have matured. According to Andie, he had been talking more to their grandfather, and the two had grown closer. Harry was happy for him. He seemed genuinely happy, and he and his little brother even seemed to be getting close again. Harry had spotted them in the library on occasion, with Sirius helping him study Transfiguration.

He looked down to Lily sitting in his lap, fast asleep. Amelia was on the other side, leaning against him as she talked softly to Alice. On the other side, also asleep, was Andie. She looked haggard and had bags under her eyes. NEWTs had really messed with her, but she had made it through. He smiled widely and leaned down, kissing each of their foreheads. He ended on Amelia, who looked up with a questioning look. He just shook his head and smiled. Only another week, and he would be married to these three wonderful women.