STORY TITLE: Year of the Cat

PART: 05 of ? Cats and Dogs
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: My Yahoo Group, HP FanFiction Archive, Archive of Our Own,

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DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: A different take on the Prisoner of Azkaban, as Cat animagus Bellatrix Lestrange escapes at the same time as Sirius, with a very different goal in mind!

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Bellatrix/Narcissa/Multi, Hermione/Fleur/Gabrielle
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 7,580
SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?
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: I've adjusted the dates of different events during the summer, both because the exact date Sirius escaped hasn't been provided, and also to give Harry more time in the Alley.

NOTE ON CHARACTER AGES: In this AU, Hogwarts starts at 14, so Harry is just over a month shy of his 16th Birthday when the story starts.

CASTING NOTE: Mary and Elizabeth Perkins are portrayed by Porn Actress Bree Olson

beta'd BY Grammarly

The Leaky Cauldron

Monday, August 23rd, 1993

Shortly After the Previous Chapter

Bella was shaken, actually terrified worse than anything she'd ever imagined! To hear Hermione telling Harry what happened, all the death and destruction, and worst of all, the abomination that her Master became? She would kill him herself before that happened, and the Master she had loved would welcome death rather than become what he had!

Harry was her Master now, even though he didn't know it, and she trusted him not to go too far into the darkness. She knew she was as dark as they come, but even she wasn't dark enough to want the destruction of their world. She almost jumped down and transformed, offering her oath to her new Master, but she realized that the girl, Hermione, would probably kill her before she could get a word out!

She had stayed in place, listening as they made their plans to find her wayward cousin and bring him back to the room, and Bella reminded herself that she had to act like a normal cat when they arrived. Hermione was far more observant, as well as having lived with a cat as a familiar for years, and wouldn't be easily fooled if anything made her suspicious.

Once the two of them had left the room, she transformed back and quickly silenced the entire room, windows and all, before running to the bathroom and shutting the door, adding even more silencing spells. When she was sure she couldn't be heard, she crawled into the empty tub and let out everything that she'd been feeling from the minute Hermione started speaking, the anger, the terror, the anguish at the loss of everything, until she'd screamed herself hoarse and was curled up in a ball, sobbing helplessly.

Eventually, the tears dried, and she stood up in the tub, going to the sink to wash off her face. Staring at her reflection, she swore she'd do whatever it took to keep that future from happening. Just because Draco was dead didn't mean that another idiot might not get the same idea.

Feeling a lot better, she took down the charms on the bathroom and checked to make sure that Harry hadn't returned. Breathing a sigh of relief that the room was empty except for Hedwig, she opened the door and removed the rest of the spells before transforming back into Midnight and taking her usual spot in the sun.

The Alley by Fortescue's Ice Cream Shop

Twenty Minutes Later

Harry was watching anxiously, the dish of food covered and floating to the side, the collar and lead dangling from his hand as they waited for Sirius to arrive. He was sure that his godfather was in the Alley, he'd seen the dog several times since he got there, but the dog never approached him. Hopefully, the message they'd sent him would be enough. He trusted Hermione's plan, but it all depended on Sirius being rational enough to understand the message.

Harry had been amazed at the spell Hermione had cast, she called it the messenger spell, and it created a floating ghostly stag, which he understood the significance of after her story, and he spoke the message to the stag, which would repeat it in his voice when the messenger found him. He and Hermione had spent a while figuring out what to say, and he'd even memorized it "Padfoot, it's Harry, I know the truth about Wormtail, and know you were at my relatives' house that night. Meet me in the alley next to Fortescue's, we'll get you someplace safe while we capture the rat!"

Hermione had been standing at the front of the alleyway, under a disillusionment spell, and he heard her excited whisper, "It's him! Get ready Harry, he's coming."

Harry grinned happily and lowered the food to the ground in front of him. A few moments later, the big black dog that had been at his relatives cautiously stuck his head around the corner. Harry watched the dog perk up when he saw him, and wagging his tail, the dog came closer, his nose twitching as he smelled the food. Harry said softly, "It's okay, Padfoot, we know you are hungry, go ahead and eat, you're safe now."

The dog's ears seemed to twitch when he heard the word 'we' and Harry said, "It's okay, Hermione is my best friend, and she's the one who found out you never got a trial, and where Wormtail is." He gestured, and Hermione dropped the disillusionment charm and slowly walked toward them, a smile on her face.

She said, "Things haven't been easy for you for a long time, Padfoot, we know that, and Harry is really looking forward to getting to know you again since he doesn't really remember that much from when he knew you and Moony before. And speaking of Moony, would you believe that our DADA instructor this year is Professor Remus Lupin! A Marauder joins the establishment, what a shame, isn't it?"

The dog gave a bark of laughter before turning his attention to the bowl in front of him. When it was finished, Harry refilled it, "Go ahead, eat your fill. We've got some things that we need to do before we can get you hidden, so I hope you'll behave yourself. I know you had a reputation as a prankster, but trust me, this would not be a good time!"

Once he finished the second bowl, Padfoot sat on his haunches and gave them a doggie grin, which disappeared when Harry put the collar and lead on him, "I know, I know, you don't like it, but it's necessary for taking you where we are going. Remember, you need to be on your best behavior!"

Surprisingly, he actually did behave, even though he was obviously not happy to be taken to the vet and made to drink several foul-smelling potions. He did enjoy the trip to the groomers a lot better, and so did Harry and Hermione, because the staff was almost exclusively attractive young witches, and they seemed to love giving the mangy mutt plenty of attention.

Once he was cleaned and his coat was cut down and brushed to a high gloss, the three of them headed back to the Leaky.

Midnight was lazing in her usual spot when he opened the door, and she sat up when they came in. As soon as her eyes landed on the dog, she hissed, the fur on her back standing straight up, and she leaped over to the top of the wardrobe, glaring at him for bringing a dog into her domain!

He just looked at Hermione and smirked, shaking his head. Closing the door, he cast the privacy spells and said, "You're safe now Sirius, there's nobody here, you can change back" Harry watched as the dog changed into an emaciated-looking man wearing filthy robes and a haggard look. His hair and beard were filthy, but he was smiling widely, reaching for Harry with his arms wide. Harry stepped back, and said,

"Please Sirius, I know you're happy to see me, and I'm thrilled to see you again, but you really, really need a bath in human form! You might also want to shave and trim your hair so you don't look like so much like an escaped prisoner." He handed Sirius his wand and pointed him toward the bathroom, calling out, "and leave the robes in there, we'll find you something clean to wear for the time being."

Once the door closed behind the man, and they heard the water running in the tub, he gave a sigh of relief, "Okay, the easy part is done, now to let Narcissa know she's going to have a house guest."

Pulling out one of his notepads he started writing, with Hermione reading over his shoulder and making suggestions. Eventually, they were satisfied and he started copying the letter onto a sheet of parchment.

"My Devoted Servant:

I have an extremely important task for you, that I will explain in person when I see you. But I've recently been informed of some surprising information. It's long been an accepted fact that the man who was my sworn godfather, Sirius Black, was the one who betrayed my parents to the Dark Lord. I learned earlier today that this fact was not true, and he was in fact framed by the actual betrayer. I've been able to confirm the truth about the situation and will be taking steps to rectify this injustice. Having the head of your former family indebted to us would be extremely useful, and I will need your assistance in doing so."

Harry looked up with a frown, "I really don't talk like this, and Narcissa knows it, she's going to wonder what is going on and even if it's really me."

Hermione shook her head, "I know, but you're training her, aren't you? Granted, she was already trained, and that's the sort of language she would have come to expect in a letter from her Master. Trust me, I know it's awkward, but it set's the proper tone. You may have Tom's memories of how to act, but I've got a lot more experience than you. And besides, didn't you say that she had bonded Dobby back to the Malfoy family? Call for him to take the letter, you know that he'll recognize you instantly."

Harry nodded, "Yeah, in this situation I'll take your word for it. But, would you do me a favor? While I'm finishing this up, can you go through the closet and find something decent for Sirius to wear? I'm going to vanish those robes of his as soon as he gets cleaned up."

Hermione grinned, "You never were any good at picking out clothes Harry, I'm glad that hasn't changed."

He laughed and waved her off, concentrating on the letter he was writing.

"I must emphasize that your task is to be kept absolutely secret. The only people who you may discuss this with, besides myself and someone I will introduce you to, are Anastasia and your sister Andromeda, and you may only discuss it with them after getting oaths of secrecy.

"I will explain further when we are face to face, so provide a portkey for three people. We will arrive within 30 minutes of receiving the portkey."

He didn't bother signing the letter, she would know who it was from. Now to get it delivered. "Dobby?"

The elf appeared a moment later, smiling happily to see him, "Dobby, I need you to take a letter to your mistress for me, will you do that?"

The elf nodded so quickly that he looked like a bobble-head doll, "Yes Mistress's Master Harry, Dobby will be pleased to take the letter!"

Harry smiled at him and handed him the sealed envelope. Dobby gripped it tightly and popped out again, just as Sirius stepped into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist and looking much, much better than he had before. Harry got out of his chair and hurried over, wrapping his arms around the man and hugging him tightly. "I've been wanting to do that ever since we learned the truth, it's so good to have you back! But go ahead and take the clothes that Hermione picked out, they should fit you."

Sirius laughed, "Yeah, it'll be nice to wear something besides those robes. I had a lot of clothes at the place I used to live, but I doubt they're still there after all these years, not to mention being badly out of style! Thanks for the use of the bath by the way, here's your wand back."

Sirius was still dressing, and getting used to the pair of Harry's trainers when Dobby appeared again, holding a letter and a long scarf. Once he handed them to Harry, the elf popped out again. Opening the letter he read it quickly, relieved that Hermione was right, there was nothing in the response that indicated anything but polite curiosity and eagerness to see him again.

"My Lord,

I've included the portkey you requested, and I'm anticipating your arrival. It was an absolute delight to have you in attendance last evening, your presence was a great comfort to me in my grief. Of course, I am at your disposal in the task you have for me and will accomplish it to the best of my abilities.

That was very interesting information that you mentioned and I'm eager to learn more. I agree that having the Head of my Family looking fondly on your endeavors would be most helpful, and I will do whatever is required to ensure he does so. I have not yet contacted Anastasia or my sister regarding this, I am awaiting your instructions so I can properly prepare the oaths.

As always, I remain your eager and devoted servant,

Narcissa"

Picking up the scarf, he said, "Okay, I've got the portkey to your hideout Sirius, but I'm going to tell you, you're going to be surprised at who you see there. Just trust me, I'll explain what's going on when we get there, you are in absolutely no danger!"

Sirius looked a bit worried, but shrugged, "Okay, if you say so Harry, I'm already a lot better off than I was before, thanks to you two, so I'll trust you."

Hermione just grinned, "I think she's going to be even more surprised to see me, considering the history with her son."

Harry laughed, "Oh, I'm sure, but that was all the father's fault. I'm sure she will be very accommodating to you if I ask her to," He looked directly at her, "Would you like me to ask?"

Hermione looked thoughtful, "Possibly, I'd enjoy seeing her on her knees in front of me, but I'll let you know when we get there."

Sirius was looking at the two of them in shock, and Harry grinned, "Don't worry, Sirius, you'll understand shortly, just remember, things are very different from what you might remember."

Holding out the scarf, the others gripped it and he touched it with his wand, feeling the hook behind his navel as the room dissolved in a swirl of colors.

Malfoy Manor

Moments Later

Sirius stumbled when the portkey stopped spinning, and he looked at Harry gratefully for catching him before he landed on his arse. He looked around, frowning absently, the place looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Of course, after enjoying the company of the Dementors at the North Sea resort for all those years, it was no surprise that things slipped away. But when the platinum blonde woman stepped into view, he growled, he knew where he was now! Turning to Harry he said, "What the hell, this is Malfoy Manor! How could you think I'd stay here? Lucius is a fucking Death Eater!"

"Lucius is also fucking Dead, Sirius!" Harry said, looking him directly in the eyes. Sirius felt like he was being told off by Lily, the fire in those eyes made him want to change into Padfoot and roll over on his back, but Harry continued, his voice steady and his words cutting through him like a knife.

"I told you that things had changed, but you didn't listen, did you? You see the wife of an old enemy and just reacted. Is that what happened when Peter betrayed you? Did you lose your temper and let him get the better of you?"

Sirius hung his head, he hadn't felt this ashamed of himself since he tried to feed Snivelus to Moony when they were in school. Looking up, he said, "I'm sorry, but I had a lot of problems with Lucius over the years and seeing his wife standing there just brought it all back."

Harry nodded, "I understand, but you really need to work on that, I know you were a Gryffindor, but that doesn't mean you can always charge in without thinking. If they catch you again, they'll give you the kiss, you know that don't you?"

He shuddered, "Yeah, I get the message." Looking at his cousin, he straightened, and pulling from his memories of childhood lessons, managed an almost respectable bow, "Cousin Narcissa, I apologize for my reaction, I was unaware of the death of your husband, and my dislike for Lucius caused my behavior."

Narcissa actually smiled slightly and nodded, "Your apology is accepted, cousin, and I understand your reaction, there were several times that I would have been happy to raise my wand to the man myself."

Sirius stared at her in shock, and Harry laughed, "Do you see what I mean, Sirius? Narcissa belongs to me now, and she's already proven her worth in countless ways."

Gesturing to Hermione, Harry said, "While this lady beside me is known to you from Draco's letters, I don't believe you've actually met in person, this is Miss Hermione Granger, my best friend, and my strong right arm. You are to treat her with the respect you give me, understood?"

"Of course, Master, I will be happy to obey," Narcissa said, bowing toward Hermione, who gave her a smile in return.

Sirius couldn't believe his eyes, was he still in his cell and dreaming all this? It couldn't be real, could it? He tried to subtly pinch himself, but not only did it hurt, but Harry noticed and grinned.

"You're starting to realize just how much things have changed, but you're suspicious of Narcissa because of who she was forced to marry, aren't you? You don't know what the true Narcissa is like, not yet anyway, but you will. Would you like me to prove it to you?"

Before he could answer, Harry looked at Narcissa and said, "Your cousin is a bit of a skeptic, please prove him wrong."

Narcissa just smiled happily and nodded, her hands unbuttoning her robes. Sirius couldn't believe his eyes, she was completely naked under the robes, and hairless! He'd been with enough girls to realize the symbolism of a witch shaving herself, and suddenly realized what he was about to see.

He glanced over at Hermione and was surprised at the lustful look she directed at his cousin. 'I wonder if Harry knows she's a witch's witch? Probably, he doesn't seem to miss much, but what the hell changed him? He isn't anything like Prongs, that's for sure, James would give his left nut to have the sort of control of a woman that Harry does. Hell, so would I!'

Narcissa was kneeling in front of Harry, his robes opened and her hands pulling down the zipper of his trousers. Sirius knew that he shouldn't be watching this, but he couldn't look away as she reached in and pulled his hard cock out through the hole. Her mouth opened and she placed a worshipful kiss on the head, before taking him into her mouth and sucking.

He stared at the woman in shock, his icy cousin who never had a hair out of place in all the time he'd known her was sucking his cock like a Veela Whore! No woman could fake the enthusiasm she was showing, one hand was playing with her tits while the other was between her legs, plunging three fingers into her pussy! Sirius could actually see how wet she was from several feet away and shook his head in disbelief.

Tearing his eyes away from the sight in front of him, he looked back at Hermione, only to find she was staring in fascination at the way Narcissa was working. Her tongue slipped out and licked her lips, and Sirius could see the girl's nipples pressing hard against the blouse she was wearing, and wondered if he was going to watch his cousin serving the muggleborn witch next? If nothing else, that would prove that she had changed since Lucius' death. He wondered what happened to the man? Maybe he'd get a chance to find out while he was staying here.

He heard Harry groaning, and turned back in time to see his hands in Narcissa's hair, holding her in place as he pumped his cock into her mouth. Narcissa's fingers were fucking her pussy rapidly, and the way she was flushed and her other hand was pinching her nipples, it looked like she was close to cumming herself. Finally, Harry released his grip and Narcissa pulled back, holding her mouth open for him, and he started cumming, blast after blast of cum landed on her tongue and she was swallowing like it was water and she was dying of thirst! She started cumming as soon as she swallowed the last of his cum, and Harry just watched her with a slight smile on his face. He hadn't put himself away yet, and Sirius envied him his stamina because he was still hard!

Once Narcissa recovered, she started licking and sucking him, cleaning off his cock and tucking it back into his pants. Harry glanced over at Hermione, who grinned and nodded, and Harry said "That was wonderfully done, as always Narcissa, but now Hermione needs some attention."

She nodded up at him, "Of course Master, it would be my pleasure. Anybody who could make a fool of Lucius' spawn is certainly worthy of my best efforts."

Hermione walked casually across the room and stopped at the largest chair, sliding off her shoes she unzipped her jeans and pushed them to the floor, taking her knickers with them. Spreading her legs, she waited as Narcissa crawled over to her.

"Your Master told me just how talented and eager you were, using your mouth on Anastasia and her daughter, and I'm sure that he will allow me to enjoy Daphne when we get back to school, but I'm looking forward to enjoying your skills as well. I know your Master is very proud of you, and I want to see you making him even prouder by showing what an obedient slave you are. You like that idea don't you? I can see the devotion to your Master in your eyes, he's extremely lucky to have found you, and he knows it. I can you as his Alpha when he gathers the rest of his slaves, you will be able to train all of them in how to use their bodies to give him the most pleasure, even if it pleases him to allow others to have you. But you already understand that you are far more perceptive than most, but we can discuss that later, it's time for you to show him your devotion!"

Sirius forced his jaw closed after listening to Hermione. 'What in the bloody fuck is going on? There's no way a 16-year-old girl would understand enough to be able to talk about things like that so confidently! Even if she started reading and practicing her tone when she first hit puberty there's no way she could already be that skilled! Who is this girl, and why does Harry trust her so much? Is she a danger to him, and if she is, what can I do about it, they've all got wands and I don't. I could turn back into Padfoot and bite her, but I don't think that would work, damn it!'

He was still trying to figure things out when Harry stepped closer and softly said, "You really need to work on your occlumency, Padfoot, you were practically shouting your thoughts in my ear. There's a reason I trust Hermione, and I know exactly who she is. We'll tell you what's going on when my slave finishes, and you'll understand everything then. I'll even see about getting you a wand that works well enough until we can get you cleared and you can get to Ollivanders. But for now, just enjoy the show. Narcissa is already aware of it, but she will be available for sex while you are recovering, and so will another couple of women. Just remember that her loyalty is to me and me alone, don't try to test that loyalty, because even your status as Head of the Black Family doesn't take precedence over that."

Sirius gulped, he got the message, and wondered what had happened to the little boy he had played with to make him so dangerous? He decided to take Harry's advice and watch his cousin licking Hermione, hell, it was always fun to watch two women together.

Hermione was moaning, her eyes closed and a wide smile on her face as Narcissa used her mouth and tongue on the girl, and Sirius noticed that his cousin, the Pureblood Princess, seemed perfectly content to be submitting to a girl she would have spit on when she was younger. He felt himself getting hard watching them, and, almost despite himself he was looking forward to having her sucking him. He wasn't up for it yet, he knew he was still too weak, but the time would come and he was determined to build up his strength as quickly as he could.

Harry was standing casually, watching with a slight smile on his face, as if seeing Narcissa having sex with another girl was commonplace, and maybe it was. How did he get so skilled so young though? He just turned 16 less than a month ago, and from the magic he'd already performed it was clear that he hadn't damaged his core by starting early. There were just too many questions and not enough answers and it was driving him crazy!

Hearing Hermione starting to curse loudly, he looked back and saw that she was holding Narcissa's face between her legs, and the way she was acting it must be one hell of an orgasm! Narcissa didn't react, she just kept licking as the girl shuddered and moaned until she collapsed in the chair and let go of his cousin's hair.

Narcissa looked up at Harry and grinned happily when he gave her a smile and a nod, before glancing his way questioningly. Harry shook his head, "No, my godfather needs to recover first before he's able to enjoy your perfection. I just got him back, and don't want him dying of over-exertion so soon."

Standing, she nodded, "As you wish, Master. Would you and your guests care for some refreshments?"

Sirius choked at the casual way she said that, as if she hadn't just spent the last while on her knees in front of the two of them! But Harry just said, "That would be lovely Narcissa, but could you have an elf bring a selection of family wands to the dining area? Sirius doesn't have a wand at the moment, and I'd like him to have one."

Narcissa called for a couple of elves and had one of them gathering up the wands and the other preparing tea for four. They popped off to attend their duties and Narcissa lead them, including Hermione who had composed and dressed again, into the dining room, still completely nude.

Harry took the seat at the head of the table, and Hermione sat down at his right as if it were her accustomed place. Narcissa sat to his left, and Sirius took a seat across from Harry. The elf with the wands arrived first, and Harry had them spread out in front of him. Sirius closed his eyes, his hand brushing over each of them, until he felt a warmth in his magic, and gripped the wand. Opening his eyes, he smiled, "Ebony with a dragon heartstring, the same as my original wand, no wonder it feels right!" Looking at Harry he said, "This is wonderful, thanks Harry!" and then turning to his cousin, he said, "Thank you Narcissa, I appreciate you having your elves dig these up, I was feeling naked without a wand."

Harry just grinned and nodded, while Narcissa just nodded politely, although it did seem strange to be talking to her with her face covered in Hermione's pussy juices. Since neither Harry or Hermione commented, he decided not to say anything.

The elves started serving tea at this point, and it was a struggle to keep from wolfing down the food, it all smelled so delicious after being on the run and eating out of trash skips. He managed to remember his manners though, and felt pleased that none of them gave him a disgusted look at his behavior.

When they had all eaten their fill and were on their second cup of tea, Harry leaned back in his chair and said, "Now it's time for you both to get some answers, but I'm going to need an oath on your magic that you will never, unless I specifically and directly tell you to, never disclose in any manner what you are about to learn, to anybody. The secrets you are going to learn people can and will kill to discover, I'm deadly serious about this."

It took several minutes before they were all satisfied with the wording of the oath, and he and Narcissa both swore on their magic to keep everything they learned secret. That was when the shocks really started! He noticed that Narcissa, although she tried to appear shocked, really wasn't that surprised to learn that his godson had the memories of a teenage and young adult Voldemort in his head, but Harry and Hermione were watching for his reaction, and before he could do anything, Harry preempted him by giving his own oath that he wasn't going dark or trying to take over the wizarding world violently. When he asked Harry what he meant by that, Harry explained his plans to take his Wizengamot seat and with Narcissa and a few others working behind the scenes, change things so that another Dark Lord won't be able to get a chance to get started.

There really wasn't much he could say to that, so he just nodded, and then Hermione dropped her bombshell on the two of them. This time Narcissa really was surprised, and he couldn't blame her in the least, it was never pleasant hearing about your own death, especially because of a stupid mistake like he made. But then, if he'd been cooped up in the family home for over a year it was understandable that he'd be desperate to get away from there.

Sirius could tell that they were holding some things back, but after all the shocks he'd experienced already he really wasn't sure he wanted to know anything more, not right now anyway.

He sat back, his mind racing in circles while the others started making their plans, he tried to follow the conversation, but it was like they were talking a different language. Some of the names sounded vaguely familiar but it was basically gibberish to him.

He didn't know if it was the food, or actually feeling safe for the first time in years, or what it was, but he found himself nodding off while they were talking, he tried to stay awake, but it was no use. Harry noticed and soon he found himself being changed into some comfortable pajamas and laying down on the most comfortable bed he could ever remember.

He fell asleep within minutes, and for the first time in years, he didn't have nightmares of the Dementors.

The Leaky Cauldron

A few hours later

He and Hermione were both drained when the came out of the floo into the taproom and were both looking forward to heading up to their rooms to get some sleep, but the figure sitting at a table looking around stopped them. He put a welcoming smile on his face and walked over, Hermione right behind him, "Cho, it's good to see you again, were you waiting for me?"

She looked up in surprise, she'd been focusing on the door and didn't notice them coming out of the floo, but she smiled happily, "Hello Master, yes, I've been here for a little while, I really enjoyed last night and I was hoping you wouldn't mind?"

He managed to avoid reacting at the casual way she called him Master already, but inside he was practically chortling with glee, and he could feel Hermione's amusement from behind him. None of that showed on his face and he just said, "Of course I don't mind, Cho, we do have some unfinished business, don't we?" Turning to Hermione, he gestured and she moved closer,

"I don't know if you've noticed her, Cho, but this is my best friend, Hermione, you will be getting to know her better as we spend time together, and in time you will call her Mistress, but that will be later. You'll discover that she is very skilled at treating eager little girls the way they deserve, and has very imaginative ways of rewarding them."

He watched Cho's eyes widen slightly as his words sunk in, but she didn't even try to object, just nodded respectfully toward Hermione. He was half tempted to invite Hermione along to watch, but he didn't want to overwhelm Cho when she was still a near virgin. Hermione just smiled at Cho and then turned to go upstairs, no doubt to write to her pets.

Cho watched her walk away for a moment before turning back to him, "I'm sure that I will enjoy serving your friend, Master, but I dreamed about serving you last night, and I don't have to be home tonight, so I was hoping you would willing to claim me as yours tonight?"

He reached for her hand, helping her to stand, and he said "Cho, you are already mine and you know it, all that remains is for you to be trained and present you with your collar. But we can continue this conversation in my room, I need a bath and want you to wash me, it will be part of your duties after all."

As they were walking up the stairs, his hand resting on her arse, he said, "And while you are washing me, you can describe this dream of yours, in great detail."

"Of course Master, it was very enjoyable, and surprising in places."

He was curious what part of her dream was surprising, but kept quiet until they got to the room. Grinning over at Midnight, who sat up and was watching them when he brought Cho into the room, before shutting and locking the door, casting the silencing charms again.

Turning to Cho he said, "Go ahead and remove your clothing, that's rule number one of your training when we are in private, or with somebody that I tell you I trust, you are to be completely nude at all times."

Cho nodded obediently and started removing her clothes, not showing any embarrassment at all, even when she removed her bra and knickers. He grinned when he saw that she'd already shaved herself, and said, "Very nice Cho, I see that you anticipated my next order, that was very good thinking. Now that you are ready, go and start the water in the tub, I'll let you know what temperature I prefer when I get there, so don't worry if it's not quite right."

He watched her walk away, amazed at how far she'd come in so short a time. He'd never used the term Master in her presence, even though he was acting as one, but she was automatically addressing him that way? He would need to find a way to introduce her to Narcissa, the woman had more than enough experience to guide Cho through the initial training, and it would give her something else to concentrate on besides tending Sirius.

Stripping out of his clothes, he put them in the laundry hamper for the elves to clean and walked into the bathroom, already getting hard as he planned out the rest of the evening. A lot would depend on Cho's dream because there were things she enjoyed, and he would make certain to emphasize those, it would just increase her devotion and eagerness to please him. There were several girls in Ravenclaw he was thinking about adding, and having her in the Aerie would make it easier to get closer.

Cho was already kneeling beside the tub when he walked in, staying in position while he stuck his hand in the water. He was pleasantly surprised that it was nearly the perfect temperature, and he said, "You've done very well Cho, the temperature is quite acceptable. Now, join me in the tub and you can begin."

As she washed him, he listened intently to her dream, and was intrigued by the mention of Marietta. He had to search his memory but eventually, he recalled her, a rather attractive redhead with short curly hair and decent tits. It seemed that Cho had a bit of a crush on the girl without even realizing it. That could be enjoyable to encourage, especially since she was already dreaming about having sex with her.

He could tell that remembering the dream was getting her excited, so he had her stop washing him and stand up, leaning against the back wall, and masturbate for him. Not only would he enjoy watching it, but she would also learn to associate obeying him with pleasure, which would be useful when it came time to teach her to hold off her orgasm until given permission. He'd already started with Mary and Elizabeth and was planning to start training Tonks as well, the next time she found herself in his bed. He hadn't felt the need to do that with Narcissa yet, but the time would come. He was already planning on naming her Alpha, Hermione was right that she would be perfect for the role, and it was important that his Alpha was even better trained than the rest of his slaves and playmates.

Cho was obviously on the verge, and he hid a smirk at the way she was working two fingers in her arse while her other hand was busy in her pussy. Obviously, that part of the dream had really affected her, which was good because he was really looking forward to buggering her!

Once she finished cumming, he had her complete her task, and she gave him a soft smile before kneeling back down in the water, picking up the soap and sponge.

"So, tell me about Marietta, do you think that she would enjoy serving me as much as you do?"

"I believe so, Master, I've been thinking about it, and some of the things she's said about her dates to make me think that she's been disappointed that none of them tried to guide her. I may be wrong, but it's possible that she may just not realize what she needs. I know I didn't until last night, but it was as if I had found a part of me that was missing all this time!"

"Are you looking forward to tasting her, and letting her taste you? Because if you bring her to me, if she's even slightly agreeable, it will happen. If not with Marietta, then with one of the other girls who have offered themselves to me."

"Yes Master, I am, I hadn't realized it before last night, but I would like to find out what Mari tastes like and to meet the other girls who serve you, and learn to please them as they please me."

"And you will, Cho, very soon. I'll find a time when they are available, and introduce you to them, they are twin sisters, a little older than we are, but I'm sure you will enjoy them."

There was no more talking for a while as he had her washing his hair, and he just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers scrubbing his scalp.

Once he was clean, he climbed out of the tub and had Cho dry him, before he told her to empty the tub and use the shower to rinse off and join him in the bedroom.

(You'll see what happens next in the next chapter, this scene was getting too long and I decided to cut it here)

Malfoy Manor

Later that Evening

Narcissa was sitting in the kitchen, sipping on a last cup of tea before heading to bed. She hadn't bothered getting dressed after Master and Mistress Hermione had left, and she'd spent the rest of the evening, when she wasn't checking on Sirius, thinking about what Mistress Hermione had told them.

She was even happier that she'd killed Draco now, knowing what he'd done in the future, and was already making lists of the different voting blocs, and what sort of information she had on their members. Once Sirius was declared innocent and able to take up his seat, that would influence quite a few of the darker families, and Anastasia would pull in the supposedly neutral families after Cyrus had his broom accident. Master would be able to lead the Light families, but there were several families who would need to be influenced, either by blackmail, or, as Master preferred, the seduction of the wives and using that to guide their husbands.

Satisfied that she had the beginnings of a plan to put her Master's desires into action, she took another sip of her cup and let her mind go back to what Mistress Hermione had told them. She still remembered the names of the potential dark lords that kept showing up, and she recognized several of them, or their families at least, and considered which of them should suffer their own potions accidents? The Zabini boy was a bit of a surprise since Draco had always considered him a non-entity, but Master would certainly enjoy breaking Vanessa Zabini, and with her under control, the son would be easily handled.

One thing was certain though, Cornelius and Dolores Umbridge would both need to be removed from office as soon as possible. Cornelius was merely weak, willing to do anything for a wealthy patron, but the Umbridge woman was truly vile! Turning over the names of young muggleborn who experienced their first accident magic to Lucius and the others? The children were just as magical as any Pureblood child, they couldn't help being born to muggles. Even her Master, when he was younger, before the madness claimed him, had never wanted those children to be killed!

And then there was the Crouch's, both father and son would need to be exposed, and fairly soon. The fallout from that would be extremely helpful in forcing a trial for her cousin, which would just increase his gratitude toward those that saw justice done. And she knew that he would enjoy the thought of Bartimus Crouch Senior being brought down since he was one of primary people responsible for Sirius's imprisonment without a trial.

Just getting rid of Fudge, Umbridge and Crouch would give them room to maneuver. Dumbledore would have to go as well, but he would take careful planning and arranging, the old man is far too canny to be caught by an open attack. But that was tomorrow's problem, she needed to focus on today's problems first.

Now, how could she raise suspicions about Crouch? The easiest thing would be to expose the fact that Junior was still alive, but how could that be arranged? She knew, from the example of the poor Jorkins girl the father wouldn't hesitate to use obliviation to keep his secrets, so it would have to be somebody with exceptionally strong mental shields. Even if she found someone, that still left the question of how they could believably expose Crouch Senior's deception?

She was still thinking when the clock chimed midnight, and she cursed softly, she wasn't getting anywhere and she was starting to feel tired. She could approach the problem fresh in the morning.

Leaving the cup and saucer behind, she headed up to the bed and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

End Chapter Five