Harry sat at breakfast the next day feeling less angry than he had the previous morning. He was still livid with Voldemort, his followers, Snape, and even himself for his failure, but killing Lucius had muted some of it. He'd always heard that revenge didn't actually help people, but so far he had to disagree. As he spotted Malfoy enter the room, he noted that the blonde didn't even look at him and smirked.

"I'd feel bad about killing his father if he hadn't been such a prick about Hermione and Luna," he thought to himself.

Inflicting the sort of pain his friends were going through on people who hadn't committed any truly vile crimes yet wasn't his intention, but there was no avoiding it. He planned to slaughter them all, and that meant that half the students sitting at that table would likely lose loved ones in the coming months.

"This is war," he thought to himself. "Extending a mercy to your enemy that they wouldn't extend to you might make you feel like a good person, but it will also likely get innocent people killed."

He dug into his sausages aggressively but went still when he spotted a familiar mane of curly brown hair through the corner of his eye. Hermione walked in stiffly, like she was forcing herself to show up at all and afraid of breaking down. Luna was with her, looking much as she had the previous night, and he found himself more worried about her than Hermione. His bushy-haired friend had been desperate for a distraction the previous day, and he'd given her one happily, but Luna seemed to be desperate for stability above all else, and that he could not guarantee her.

"Hey," he breathed as Hermione sat down next to him.

"Morning," Hermione sighed, grabbing some toast and buttering it.

"Hermione, Luna, we're so sorry," Fred said.

"Yeah, I can't imagine…" George added. "Anything you need, just ask."

"Can you bring the dead back to life?" Luna asked, and if it had been anyone else or if she'd said the words with any less sincerity, everyone would have assumed she was being sarcastic.

"Sorry, no," George replied lamely.

"It was worth a shot," Luna sighed, her face falling. "Could you pass the marmalade?"

"That we can do," Angelina murmured, passing the jar of orange preserve over.

"Thanks," Luna said softly, grabbing a slice of toast.

As she spread marmalade on her toast, Harry saw billowing black robes through the corner of his eye and clenched his fist. Looking over at Snape, he saw the man looking ashen-faced, much like he had the day before when they spoke, and by the beeline he made for Malfoy, it was easy to figure out why he looked like that.

"Mr. Malfoy, come with me," Snape murmured.

"I just sat down," Malfoy huffed, glaring at Harry when he caught his eye.

Madam Pomfrey had put his face back together well, and his nose didn't look like it had ever been broken, but the bruise paste she'd almost certainly used had only mostly worked, and there was still a faint yellow color across his face.

"It's important," Snape insisted. "Your mother awaits you in the headmaster's office. Bring your things."

"Mother?" Malfoy asked. "What's going on?"

"I cannot say, and I will not ask again," Snape said stiffly.

Finally realizing that he didn't have a choice, Malfoy gathered his things and left with his head of house.

"Do you think the ferret finally got booted out of here?" Ron asked Dean.

"We're never that lucky," Dean chuckled.

"I wonder what that was about," Hermione murmured.

"Do either of you have class first thing this morning?" Harry asked.

"No," Hermione replied.

"Hmm?" Luna asked, looking at him in confusion.

"Do you have an early class today?" Harry repeated.

"Oh, no," Luna replied.

"Come with me after breakfast," Harry said. "There's a lot we need to talk about."

"Okay," Luna nodded.

"Is this related to Malfoy at all?" Hermione asked under her breath.

"Something like that," Harry replied, his eyes darting to Fleur as she walked in.

She caught his eye and hesitated, looking uncertain for a moment before making her way over to him.

"'Arry," Fleur murmured. "'Ello, 'Ermione, Luna."

"Morning," Hermione replied.

"Hi, Fleur," Luna sighed. "Thanks for the cuddling yesterday. I really needed it."

That earned her more than a few odd looks, but Fleur didn't seem to mind at all, saying, "I was 'appy to. Whatever either of you need."

"Thank you," Hermione smiled. "Are you free this morning?"

Harry stilled at that. He had gotten relatively close to Fleur, and he liked her a lot, but they weren't yet at the 'casually admit to intentional homicide' level.

"Madam Maxime needs to discuss something, so I must run," Fleur replied. "I just wanted to get something to eat first."

"We won't keep you," Luna nodded. "Come by later if you have time, okay?"

"Of course," Fleur smiled, picking up a couple of croissants. "Goodbye, all."

The three of them said their goodbyes and got back to their breakfast, trying not to notice all the eyes on them.

"I'm still amazed that the way she kissed you after the second task didn't end up all over the papers," Angelina chuckled.

"All the reporters at the Prophet think that Harry was behind what...we did about Rita Skeeter," Luna replied, her eyes going unfocused and hollow when she thought about her father.

Hermione wrapped an arm around her, knowing full well what was going through her head for once, and she rested her head on her shoulder. Angelina looked like she wanted to ask something else but held her tongue, not wanting to further upset her teammate's friend. Harry finished his breakfast first and waited for the others to finish picking at theirs before leading them up to the room. The door appeared for them quickly, and he led them to the bedroom, noting the large pile of copied books sitting on the table as he did so.

"I helped Dobby copy a few more earlier," Hermione explained as she closed the door behind them. "Why did you ask us here?"

"The reason that Snape needed Malfoy to go meet with his mother is that I killed his father last night," Harry replied.

"What?" Hermione breathed, looking more surprised than disapproving.

"He wasn't a nice man," Luna replied simply, her face neutral.

"He was a terrible human being and one of Voldemort's biggest supporters," Harry explained, "but that's not why I did it. With Pettigrew's 'confession,' getting Sirius freed should be simple, but Lucius has significant influence over Fudge, and he can cause a lot of trouble from what I've seen of the ministry's structure from Voldemort."

"So you took him out to make it easier to get Sirius a trial more easily?" Hermione asked.

"Lucius had personal reasons to try and stop Sirius from getting a trial," Harry replied. "It all relates to the Black estate and lordship and isn't particularly relevant just now. You two need someone with means and influence to look after you right now, and Sirius is our best bet."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Neither one of us has...has guardians left," Luna replied, sounding numb as she went on. "Professor Dumbledore can look after us for the rest of the school year, but past that…"

"The ministry could insist on guardians being found for you," Harry replied, "and unless I've killed them by then, there are a lot of Death Eaters with the means to ensure that they get selected. Your connection to me is already known to Voldemort, and I really don't need to explain more."

"So you want Sirius to take us in," Hermione surmised, trying not to let it show as she felt like a gaping hole reopened in her chest.

"As a lord, not to mention one the ministry would have every reason to kiss the ass of for a while, he could do it easily," Harry replied. "I received a letter from the DMLE this morning asking to meet. Given that Pettigrew blamed Crouch for everything when he was questioned, it won't be difficult for them to assume that he killed Lucius too."

"Could they be on to you?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"If they were, I doubt they'd be politely requesting a meeting," Harry replied, digging the letter out of his robes. "This is apparently a follow-up about Christmas Eve."

Hermione looked over the letter and nodded.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Harry," Luna whispered, climbing into his lap. "Could you come to Daddy's funeral? I don't know if I could get through it alone."

"Of course, I...Merlin, I didn't even think of that," Harry muttered, wrapping his arms around her.

"Professor Dumbledore's taking care of the arrangements," Hermione explained. "We don't...neither of us has anyone else."

Luna whimpered at that, burying her face in the crook of Harry's neck, and he beckoned Hermione over to join them, which she quickly did.

"How does the horcrux hunt go?" the brunette asked, wanting to think of something else.

"All of the ones Voldemort made before his defeat are accounted for," Harry replied. "Sirzechs still has the locket and the diadem, as far as I know."

"The cup and the ring were destroyed," Hermione murmured.

"Yes, tha...actually, not entirely," Harry replied, reaching into his mokeskin pouch. "I completely forgot about it, but one part of the ring survived Sirzechs' power."

"Does that mean he made progress?" Hermione asked.

"He didn't seem to think so," Harry replied, pulling out the dark stone. "This was just more powerful than he anticipated.

"He did destroy the horcrux itself, though, right?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Harry replied, nodding. "Whatever this is, it isn't one of them anymore."

Luna looked at it and gasped, tearing it out of his hand and rushing out of his lap.

"Luna!" Harry exclaimed. When he saw her hand start shaking and her eyes grow damp, he grew concerned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"This is the stone," Luna replied, her voice shaky.

"What stone?" Hermione asked.

"The Resurrection Stone," Luna replied. "This here is the symbol of the Deathly Hallows."

"That line, triangle, and circle?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Luna replied. "It stands of the three objects given to the brothers Peverell: the Cloak of Invisibility, the Elder Wand, and this. The story's detailed in The Tales of Beedle the Bard."

"Wait, isn't that a collection of fairytales?" Hermione asked, sounding irritated.

"You would think," Luna replied, "and yet we have a stone even Sirzechs Lucifer can't destroy inscribed with this symbol."

"I swear I've seen that somewhere before," Harry murmured, looking down at it.

"The Dark Lord Grindelwald used it as his own symbol," Luna replied.

"I don't think Binns has ever gone over that," Harry said.

"What does it do?" Hermione asked impatiently. "If it is this Resurrection Stone."

"It revives the dead," Luna replied excitedly. "Not fully, but enough to chat with."

Both Harry's and Hermione's eyes widened as Luna placed the stone down on her palm and began turning it. On the third turn, an almost solid-looking projection of Xenophilius Lovegood appeared before them, standing next to a beautiful young woman with blonde hair and silver eyes. Hermione gasped, her hands flying to her mouth while tears streamed down Luna's cheeks and she closed her fist around the stone.

"Hello, Mummy, Daddy," she croaked.

"Don't cry, my little Lunebug," Xenophilius smiled. "Even without that stone, we'll always be with you."

"He's right," Pandora added. "You've grown into such a beautiful young woman."

"Oh my God," Hermione gasped. "That...it…"

"These are Harry and Hermione, Mummy," Luna said in greeting. "They're my...we haven't actually decided on the words yet, but they're some of my lovers."

"I know," Pandora replied, looking at them. "It's nice to be able to speak to you both. You in particular, Harry, have taken such good care of my little girl."

Any chance Harry had of believing that that had been meant innocently died a moment later as Luna said, "He has an incredible penis."

"So I've seen," Pandora chuckled.

"We're so glad that you made such lovely friends, Luna," Xenophilius added, not reacting at all to his daughter talking about her lover's cock. "I always said that your happiness was the most important thing in the world to me."

"I am happy, or I was," Luna replied, her face falling. "I miss you so much."

"There, there," Xenophilius whispered, drawing closer to her. "As I said, we will always be with you."

"Um, we'll give you three some privacy," Harry muttered, taking Hermione's hand and leading her out of the room.

The moment they closed the door behind them Hermione leaned against it, looking as stunned as he felt. The two of them just stood there quietly for a few minutes, looking through books and not really reading any of them.

"That thing, it…" Hermione stammered after a while.

"You can use it when she's done," Harry offered. "You can say goodbye."

"I've barely wrapped my mind around it existing at all," Hermione replied. "Isn't Sirzechs supposed to be impossibly powerful? If he can't break it, what sort of thing could have made it?"

"The gods all seem to exist, so one of them must have done it," Harry shrugged.

Before Hermione could question that, the outer door opened and Fleur walked in. She saw the looks on their faces and asked, "'As something else 'appened?"

"I...I don't even know where to begin," Harry replied.

"Hermione, do you want a turn with the resurrection Stone?" Luna asked, popping her head out of the bedroom. "Oh, hi, Fleur."

"What?!" Fleur exclaimed.

Hermione turned her down, not being ready to even consider speaking with her deceased parents yet, something that Harry could relate to, as he also couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, the three of them brought to Fleur up to speed on as much of the insanity in their lives as they were willing to.

"So you 'ave a piece of zis dark lord in your 'ead?" Fleur asked numbly.

"And I need Sirzechs help to get it out," Harry replied.

"That's the main reason that I accepted the devils in his life," Hermione piped up. "Then I got to know them, and they're actually rather nice."

"Zey did seem rather pleasant," Fleur said, her face tight. "I am so sorry for all of ze insanity you've been zrough."

"I've gotten rather used to it," Harry muttered. "You spoke with Rias and Akeno after we left...that night?"

"Oui," Fleur replied, scowling. "Understand zat zis is very 'ard for me. My people 'ave suffered terribly because of our rumored connection to zeir kind."

"That wasn't their fault, though," Luna pointed out, looking a little better than she had before.

Harry was under no delusion about the blonde being instantly cured of her grief just because she managed to speak with her parents again, but her eyes were more focused just then, and he considered that progress.

"It doesn't 'elp zat zey insist we actually are descended from zem," Fleur muttered. "We know zat we are descended from Aphrodite zrough her son, Anastasios. Zat fact 'as been passed down through ze generations for millennia.

"Both origin stories could be true," Luna suggested. "The devils say that the first Veela was the daughter of a succubus who a fallen angel placed with a human family. She then went on to have daughters of her own. Perhaps she caught the eye of this Anastasios."

Fleur considered that for a moment. One part of their origin that had always confused her was why Veela had only daughters if their gifts came from a male ancestor. She didn't necessarily buy the devil's explanation and really didn't want to, but it would answer that one question.

"Do you understand at least why I've been so willing to turn to them?" Harry asked. "Why I want to become one?"

"You've faced zreats no one should 'ave to since you were a year old," Fleur murmured, placing her hand on his. "I might 'ave...reservations, but I can understand."

Harry smiled at her in response, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it, and Fleur felt an electric shock go through her body that made her cunt ache. The night of passion they had shared following the second task had sated her in a way that nothing ever had, to the point that she hadn't even felt her normal cravings for sexual fulfillment for days after. It was returning, and while part of her wanted to avoid the devil to be that she had started to really like, more than anything she wanted another taste of the sublime pleasure he could give her.

"Maman will be furious if I pursue 'im knowing all zat I do," she thought to herself, "but I cannot imagine not 'aving 'im again."

Shaking her head, Fleur changed the subject, asking, "I was too distracted last time to ask, but what is all of zat out zere? It looks like a library zat stretches on forever, but zis was just a bedroom before."

"For miles, certainly," Hermione replied. "Fleur, this room, there's a reason why it looked different the first time you saw it. This is the Room of Requirement, a room that can take on any form the person controlling it wants."

"Mon dieu!" Fleur exclaimed, her eyes going wide at the possibilities of such a place.

"Hermione had the great idea to see if it could recreate all the books ever written, and that's what you see out there," Luna added. "We call it the omnilibrary."

"All ze…" Fleur trailed off in shock.

"We're getting my house elf to copy the text onto real paper so we can take them all with us," Harry said, amused by her reaction.

Fleur bolted out of her chair and left the bedroom before drawing her wand and casting, "Accio Nicolas Flamel's grimoire."

"Oh, wow, why didn't we think of that?" Harry asked as Hermione facepalmed.

"'Arry, zis…" Fleur stammered, holding the large, leather-bound tome that had flown towards her in shaking hands.

"Is another thing I'd rather you didn't mention to anyone," Harry murmured.

"Oui," Fleur nodded. "People would do unspeakable zings to get zere 'ands on zis library. Zis book alone is utterly priceless. No one other zan ze Flamels zemselves 'ave seen ze philosopher's stone in centuries, and with it now lost…"

"It was about ye big and bright red," Harry interrupted her, demonstrating with his hands the rough dimensions of the stone from what he recalled.

Fleur just gawked at him for a moment before asking, "What?"

"Right, I haven't gotten to that one yet," Harry chuckled. "It involves a troll, a Cerberus, and a really big game of chess."

"Sona, do you have a minute?" Rias asked, walking into the student council room at Kuoh Academy.

"For you, always," Sona replied with a slight smile. "Excuse us, Tsubaki."

"Of course," Tsubaki nodded, getting up and walking out, closing the door behind her.

"You seem serious," Sona murmured.

Rias would have made a joke about that, given who she was speaking with, but the matter was important.

"I came across something the other day that I'd like you to look at," she said, summoning the ritual scroll Akeno had spotted in the omnilibrary.

"What is it?" Sona asked, taking the scroll and unfurling it. As she spread it out and saw the text, her eyes widened, and she asked, "What in the world?"

"You see why I was so instantly intrigued," Rias chuckled. "The text looks like Luciferian."

"Yet it isn't," Sona breathed, looking it over. "Oh, how fascinating!"

"It's more interesting than that," Rias continued. "It's a scroll detailing a very interesting ritual, one that I think might be of great use to us."

"The Master-Servant Contract," Sona read aloud. As she continued from there, her eyebrows shooting towards her hairline as she realized just what she had in her hands. "Where did you find this?"

"One of Harry's enemies had a vast collection of magical texts in his possession," Rias lied. "This was by far the most interesting of them."

"Most interesting?" Sona scoffed. "This could be game-changing. Stray devils are one of the biggest problems we deal with and by far the greatest flaw with the evil pieces. With this, they could be contained by their masters with ease, and we'd no longer need to worry about them causing trouble on Earth at all."

"I know," Rias nodded. "On paper, it's perfect, but you've told me more than once to be suspicious of things that look perfect."

Sona chuckled, her eyes darting to her beloved old chess set for a moment before she replied, saying, "It does seem too good to be true, honestly, and I'm really suspicious of the text itself. I've read a handful of old Luciferian documents in my life, and while these characters look similar, too similar to be a coincidence, frankly, I've never seen anything like it."

"My guess is that it's a proto-version of the language," Rias commented, "but my parents had never seen anything like it either. I sent a copy to Lord Ajuka, but he's busy just now. Frankly, I'm lucky to have gotten as much of his time this year as I did."

"Indeed," Sona murmured coolly, her face tightening slightly.

"My mother said she'd write to Lord Zekram, though what he'll want in exchange for looking at the letters, I have no idea," Rias scowled. "With Lord Ajuka busy, I figured I'd turn to the second smartest person I know for help."

"I'd say flattery will get you nowhere, but I am admittedly intrigued," Sona chuckled. "I'll look it over and let you know if I can think of any potential pitfalls. Is this about your human beau?"

"Things are getting...dangerous in England just now," Rias replied. "Being able to know definitively at all times where he is would be nice."

"Dangerous how?" Sona asked, furrowing her brow.

"There's a cadre of wizards after Harry," Rias replied. "It's nothing I can't handle, but their first move had tragic consequences, and that really stressed the need for caution."

"If you need help, you know there are plenty of people you can turn to," Sona murmured.

"I know," Rias smiled. "Thank you."

"I should be thanking you for a puzzle of this magnitude," Sona replied. "Think you have time for a game?"

She gestured to her chess set, and Rias smiled.

"Ahh!" Draco screamed, hot tears streaking his face as he unleashed another blasting hex in his father's old training room.

Narcissa wept as she watched him, not for Lucius, as their marriage had never been particularly warm, but for the pain her darling boy was going through. She'd nearly fallen down in shock when the aurors arrived to tell her of the crime late in the night. Someone had murdered her husband and cast the dark mark above the house it was done in, actively trying to get as much attention as possible.

If this had happened weeks ago, she might have suspected the dark lord, but Lucius had paid penance to him already, and the powerful man had seemed to accept him back into the fold. One could never truly be certain with him, but what was certain was that this left him in a weaker position than before. With Lucius dead and Draco unable to claim the Malfoy estate for another three years, most of their gold was going to be locked away completely out of their grasp. Lucius left enough around that they'd be able to look after themselves, but their ability to fund their lord's operations was going to be sharply curtailed.

"How did it happen?!" Draco demanded, shaking with rage and red-eyed. "Our lord wouldn't have sanctioned this! He couldn't have!"

"It was...Potter," a weak voice rasped behind them.

"Who dar...Bella?" Narcissa asked, whipping around and gawking at what she beheld.

Bellatrix looked as weak as she had the day before when their lord came and took her and the other escapees with him to somewhere in mainland Europe. She hadn't expected to see her sister again for a while, certainly not until after she'd recovered from her ordeal.

"Potter?" Draco asked incredulously.

"Come, you two; our lord has words for you," Bellatrix replied weakly before turning and leading them towards their fireplace.

In the fire was the familiar visage of Lord Voldemort, looking furious.

"A great wrong has been done to your family," he hissed.

"How could Potter have done this?" Draco demanded, his grief overriding his sense for a moment. "He's just a filthy half-blood!"

"Do not question our lord!" Bellatrix shrieked, needing to grasp the wall as the strain of that weighed on her.

"Peace, Bellatrix," Voldemort murmured. "I sympathize with your pain, young Malfoy, and I promise you, you will have revenge."

"My lord, not that I doubt you, but how could Potter have learned your spell?" Narcissa asked.

"Igor is in Hogwarts just now," Voldemort replied.

"I'll kill him!" Draco roared, his face going crimson in rage. "I'll tear him apart after I make him watch Crabbe and Goyle ruin his little whores!"

"If you try it, you'll die," Voldemort said calmly.

"I'm not afraid of him!" Draco shouted only to cry out in pain and grab his head.

"I am sympathetic to you, Draco, but if you speak like that to me again, the pain you feel now will be nothing to what I'll do to you," Voldemort hissed.

"M...my lord, please, forgive him," Narcissa begged, rushing over to her son, who had fallen to his knees. "He's just a grieving boy."

"I'm aware," Voldemort murmured, nodding.

Draco panted as the pain passed and Narcissa stared at the fireplace in horror, not having known that it was even possible to project magic through the floo.

"Tell me...what to do...please," Draco gasped. "I'll do anything to help you take him down. I want his head."

"You'll have it," Voldemort grinned. "Complete the task I have for you, and when I finally kill Harry Potter, I will let you parade his head around Magical Britain and show all that the boy-who-lived does so no longer."

"Name it," Draco grinned, his mind swimming with fantasies of murder.

"Potter has acquired for himself a powerful patron," Voldemort explained. "This is why it would be suicide for you to move against him just now. I am working to neutralize this patron, and once I have, I'm going to strike against him directly. To do that, I need a way into Hogwarts, one which will allow me to bypass the wards."

"How could I help with that?" Draco asked, wincing when Voldemort's eyes narrowed.

"As a boy, I attended Hogwarts," Voldemort murmured, "and I came across something of great importance. It was a vanishing cabinet, stored in an old room I stumbled across. Its pair was damaged, and I spent years tracking it down so I could fix it. It lies in Borgin and Burke's, and I will arrange for it to be moved to a safehouse. What I need you to do is check on the other one and make sure that it is in working order. I left it in an abandoned classroom in the dark tower. "

"What if it isn't functional?" Draco asked.
"Reach out to Borgin," Voldemort replied. "He'll be informed to expect your owl and provide what assistance he can if needed."

"I won't fail you, my lord," Draco vowed.
"See to it that you don't," Voldemort scowled. "Come, Bella. You look tired."

"Thank you, my lord," Bellatrix croaked. Turning to Draco, she reached into her robes and pulled out an illustration of the cabinet before handing it to him and saying, "Make our lord proud, nephew."

Voldemort stepped back and grinned, and Bellatrix fell out of the fireplace a moment later.

"I did as you bade me, my lord," she whispered, "but I still think the little shit deserved the cruciatus for speaking to you so."

"That would have sent a different message," Voldemort murmured, "and you couldn't have done it silently and wandlessly."

Little displays of power had their uses, and making people believe that you could do the impossible, like cast spells through the floo, was both amusing and often useful.

"Rest up," Voldemort commanded. "I'm going to need you at full strength soon."

"I live to serve, my Lord," Bellatrix grinned before stumbling off to bed.

Looking around the sitting room of the empty manor he'd commandeered as his temporary home in Germany, he sighed and scratched his head. Finding the cabinet in the Room of Requirement in his seventh year had been a stroke of good fortune, and he'd known even then that it could be useful to him. Tracking down the thing's pair had been more difficult than tracking down the founder's artifacts and was something he'd only managed in the late seventies.

He'd sought the assistance of his old employer in repairing the thing and ultimately left it with him, trusting that he'd do as he'd commanded and leave it as nothing more than décor for his shop. Knowing that he had left a way into the old fool stronghold right under his crooked nose had amused him greatly, and he planned to make use of it after killing the prophesied child and completing his set of horcruxes, but then things went terribly wrong.

"My lord," Corbin Yaxley said solemnly, genuflecting before him. "Someone just entered the house you wanted us to watch."

"Excellent," Voldemort smiled. "Rise."

"Also, the others have been informed of your orders," Corbin murmured. "Most say they'll be here by tonight. The rest will need a couple of days."

Voldemort scowled at that but said nothing. He was left with the delicate task of summoning his Death Eaters out of Britain without letting on that they were actually fleeing for their lives. Admitting such weakness to them was unacceptable, but leaving them where Potter's angel could easily find and kill them was also unacceptable. He had to admit, to himself, anyway, that Potter had caught him off-guard.

Years of fighting against Dumbledore and the aurors had let him get used to his opponents who fought with one arm tied behind their backs. The old fool would never have abducted and murdered one of his inner circle members so brazenly, and neither would the ministry have ever signed off on such an assassination. His new foe was more daring and more capable than they ever had been, and that meant that he needed to change his tactics.

"Just see to it that they get here," he hissed.

"Yes, my lord," Yaxley murmured, nodding his head.

Voldemort apparated almost silently and appeared before the house he'd had his men watch since they got here. Hidden away in Marienhöhe forest just outside Hamburg was a quaint little one-story house that he knew from experience hid a massive, sprawling reverse tower under the ground. It was warded to be completely invisible to muggles and gave off a discomforting aura that kept most wizards and witches away as well. He hadn't been here in thirty years, and yet he knew at a glance that almost nothing had changed.

"Leave," he commanded, knowing that his Death Eaters would obey without question.

Sure enough, the distinct sounds of apparition followed, and that wasn't all that did.

"I vas vondering who had sent men to vatch my home," a deep, faintly accented voice murmured and Voldemort sighed.

"Show yourself, Reinhardt," he murmured and the old man chuckled.

"Just as humorless as ever, Fluchtvormtod," the man chuckled.

"I won't be lectured about humorlessness by a German," Voldemort replied, repeating some of the first words he'd ever spoken to the man back in the fifties. The man laughed just as he had then.

Standing in front of the door to the small house, a figure shimmered into existence. Clad in black robes, he looked ancient, even more so than he had the last time they'd met. He was utterly bald, with thick white eyebrows that framed his sunken, milky white eyes. A thick snowy beard obscured the rest of his face, being cut just below his chin, but even with it, Voldemort could see the amused tilt of his lips.

"Klaus Reinhardt," he murmured. "I've told you before not to call me that."

"It's a rough translation of your pseudonym," Reinhardt shrugged. "It's not my fault zat you chose von in ze wretched tongue of ze French. I did vonder vhen I'd see you again after news of your death came. Come inside."

Voldemort bristled at the blind man's blatant disrespect but said nothing as he followed him into his home. It wasn't something that he'd tolerate from anyone else, but Klaus Reinhardt was a singularly unique resource, and, moreover, the man knew it. As a young man he'd traveled far in search of knowledge and quickly found out that most of the more interesting wizards in this part of the world had either died or been imprisoned for following Grindelwald. The man before him was one notable exception, a master of the dark arts and one-time advisor to the man Dumbledore made his name by besting.

"I assume it vas not truly a child who bested you," Reinhardt murmured, waving his wand at the sizable keg that sat in his kitchen.

Two steins were quickly filled with beer, and Voldemort grabbed his out of the air. He didn't much care for beer, or alcohol in general, but Reinhardt didn't believe in speaking with guests without sharing something of the sort, and he was one of very, very few people that the dark lord was willing to humor at all.

"Of course not," he hissed, sitting down. "The boy's mother made use of some truly ancient and powerful magic to protect him, sacrificing her life in the process. I was so exuberant about my victory that I failed to notice."

"Vhat?" Reinhardt asked. "When you died, I assumed zat ze culprit was celestial in origin, und vith you coming here…"

"No, tha…" Voldemort trailed off, considering for a moment something that he hadn't before. "Did Lily contact Baraqiel? It might explain how she as able to...no, if he'd been protected by him all this time, our meeting back in '91 would have gone differently. Whenever his pact was made, it must be more recent than that."

"The boy grew up and managed to attain the service of a powerful being," Voldemort explained, "one who's becoming quite vexing to me."

"Who?" Reinhardt asked.

"Baraqiel," Voldemort replied, and the man's blind eyes widened.

"Baraqiel?" Reinhardt repeated incredulously. "Are you certain?"

"There was a massacre of my forces a couple days ago, including Fenrir Greyback," Voldemort admitted, watching the man grow even more shocked at the knowledge about the infamous werewolf's death. "At the site of his death there were distinct traces of powerful lightning magic which, felt exactly how the unknown author of Conversations with the Divine described Baraqiel's magic. Is that so strange?"

"In a vord, ja," Reinhardt replied. "Azazal plots constantly, und von never truly knows vhat he is doing, so he vould make sense. Kokabiel is alvays happy to spill blood; you'd like him, and so he vould also make sense, but Baraqiel is not von to insert himself into mortal affairs vithout cause. Could ze boy be his?"

"No, he's the spitting image of his pureblood father," Voldemort replied, sipping the pale, blonde liquid in his stein and suppressing a grimace. "You see why I turned to you. You are…"

"I know vhat I am," Reinhardt interrupted him, "und it is precisely because of my expertise zat I can tell you confidently zat Baraqiel's involvement here is strange. His weakness, like zat of most of his peers, is human vomen. I can zink of no reason for him to help a random English boy. Does ze boy have a large-breasted sister?"

"No," Voldemort replied flatly. "There...is a prophecy in play between us."

"Zat vould interest Azazel and perhaps a couple other fallen angels, but not Baraqiel," Reinhardt murmured, stroking his beard. "Zere is something you are missing here unless ze boy has something in his possession that he could offer Baraqiel."

"Some treasure of the Potters' perhaps," Voldemort muttered.

"Zat is ze only zing I can zink of which vould make sense," Reinhardt said. "Given vhat I know of the ze angel in question, I vould say ze zeir relationship is almost certainly transactional, vhich means zat you only truly need to eliminate ze boy, zough zere in lies ze problem."

"I need to kill him quickly, before Baraqiel can arrive," Voldemort mused. "I am in the process of setting a trap for him, one which he has already walked into, but I need to ensure that I can strike him down the moment I see him. I also need to neutralize Dumbledore."

"Oh, is zat all?" Reinhardt laughed humorlessly before he realized exactly what Voldemort was talking about, and his eyes widened. "You intend to strike him in Hogvarts."

"The wards there would delay Baraqiel at least, right?" Voldemort asked.

"Not for long, but ja," Reinhardt replied. "You know, zere vas von who came close to neutralizing your old headmaster."

"Close isn't exactly what I'm looking for," Voldemort hissed.

Reinhardt just chuckled and said, "You don't need to kill him; just distract him, und I know a few of Gellert's old followers who are still alive, und free, who might be able to help you vith zat."

A grin slowly formed on Voldemort's face, and he set his stein down, saying, "I often wonder how the hell you stayed out of prison after the war."

"I had no part in ze var," Reinhardt chuckled. "I am but a simple scholar who keeps to himself und occasionally offers ze odd bit of advice. If certain dark lords happen to take zat advice ze vrong vay, vell…Come with me, old friend, I zink I have something you might find helpful."

With a wave of his wand, the floor at the center of his living room opened up to reveal a long spiral staircase, one that Voldemort knew led several stories under the ground. Klaus Reinhardt, explorer of the darkest depths of magic and advisor to dark wizards for longer than anyone alive could say, was just what he needed. The man was knowledgeable, powerful, and the only man alive other than him that he knew for a fact had created a horcrux. He wouldn't fight your wars for you or even dirty his hands, but he was always happy to assist an aspiring dark lord who managed to find him. Voldemort followed him downstairs, already plotting out his next meeting with Potter. One thing was certain: it would be their last.

"Mmm, my brutal warrior," Akeno purred, jumping him the second he summoned her. "You have no idea how difficult it was to have to let you go after last night."

"Was it?" Harry chuckled, grabbing large handfuls of her plump arse as he held her up.

"She was utterly ravenous," Rias cooed. "You should have seen the state of my bed by the time we passed out."

"Fuck," Harry groaned, kissing the raven-haired beauty passionately.

She responded in kind, wrapping her long legs more tightly around him and holding his head. Rias watched the two of them make out, feeling her panties become ruined quickly, and undressed herself with a wave of her hand.

"How are Hermione and Luna?" she asked.

"Taking things day by day," Harry replied, breaking the kiss.

"If I don't see them tonight, send them my best," Akeno murmured, jumping down and undressing herself.

"You won't be," Harry replied. "Hermione has work to get done, and Luna wanted to be alone tonight."

"I feel awful for them," Rias sighed. "They have no one left."

"They have me...us," Harry murmured. "It will have to be enough."

"About that, I…" Rias went to say only for the bedroom door to open.

"'Arry, I wanted to ask…" Fleur went to say, going still as she caught sight of the two naked devils. "Oh."

"Hello, Fleur," Rias said. Spotting the old-looking book in her hands, she asked, "What's that?"

"Ze grimoire of Nicolas Flamel," Fleur replied, seeing no reason to lie.

"I told her about the omnilibrary," Harry added.

"Oui," Fleur muttered. "I wanted to ask more about your experiences with ze stone, but…"

"If you're looking to try and make a philosopher's stone of your own, it won't work," Rias cut in. "Lord Ajuka's been trying to for centuries without success."

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"I take it zis 'Ajuka' is a devil, oui?" Fleur asked. "Why would 'e need a stone? You people live forever, do you not?"

"Not really, and it wasn't for the elixir of life," Rias replied. "The stone is capable of so much more than that."

"I know it could turn lead into gold, but is that really so important to the devils?" Harry asked.

"It's transmutational powers were far greater than that," Rias explained. "It could turn any mineral into any other mineral."

"I'm still not seeing why that would be terribly important to Ajuka of all people," Harry remarked.

"The crystals we use for the evil pieces are only found on Agreas, and they are decidedly finite," Rias explained. "Has Harry explained how those work?"

"The things you use to turn 'umans into devils, oui," Fleur muttered.

"There's a reason why devils who are permitted peerages are given a chess set of evil pieces and not enough for a legion," Akeno continued, "and it isn't just because Lord Ajuka is very fond of chess."

"The philosopher's stone could allow him to make infinite crystals and thus infinite evil pieces," Rias grinned. "Our numbers would be legion then. Unfortunately, Flamel had no desire to help him."

"I'm surprised he didn't use force," Fleur murmured.

"It wouldn't have helped him if he'd tried," Rias explained. "The stone was bound to Nicolas Flamel, and he had no desire to become a devil himself. He was apparently quite apologetic and polite to Lord Ajuka, from what my brother told me, and even gave him the formula for creating a stone, but warned him that he'd never pull it off."

"Why not?" Harry asked. "And wait a minute, only Flamel could use the stone?"

"Yes," Rias replied. "Voldemort's plot in your first year here wouldn't have worked even if he'd succeeded."

"But then...why did he destroy it?" Harry spluttered.

"He turned down Lord Ajuka's offer because, despite everything, he didn't want to live for millennia," Akeno replied, having heard the story before. "He and his wife had a sizable bucket list of things they wanted to do when he met them in the seventeenth century and must have finished them off by the time they gave your headmaster the stone."

"Maybe setting up an oddly elaborate set of puzzles to get to their stone was on the list," Harry muttered. "Why could Flamel do it and not Ajuka, though?"

"The final step is impossible," Rias replied. "It's been a long time since I went over this, and I only know as much as I do because Sona wanted to give it a try and begged me to get Sirzechs to tell her the story years ago, but the final step involves taking the nearly perfect stone and bathing it in something Flamel called 'the quintessence,' a sort of pure energy that he stumbled across once and could never replicate. Nothing that Lord Ajuka has done since has worked."

"Huh?" Harry muttered.

"I would imagine that the instructions in that grimoire are identical to what Flamel gave him," Akeno said.

"Perhaps, but what about 'is journals?" Fleur asked, taking pleasure in the surprised looks they gave her. "I checked earlier, and zere are 'undreds of volumes of 'is and Perenelle's journals from zeir long life."

"Oh wow," Rias chuckled. "I didn't even think of that."

Fleur wouldn't have helped them normally, but the library would be theirs soon enough, and there was no stopping that without damaging her nascent relationship with Harry. After hearing what he had gone through over the last few years, it was very apparent to her that he had fully committed to attaching himself to the devils' cause, and she couldn't even really fault him.

Knowing that, her options were to walk away or try to accept it, and she really didn't want to walk away. Her hunger had returned, and there was only one man she wanted to sate it. She could turn to another, sure, but it would be like choosing to dine on cat food when lobster and prime rib were available. She wanted him with every fiber of her being, and she wasn't about to deny herself just because she found a couple of his bedmates questionable.

"As it is, I could get to know zem ze Veela way," she thought to herself.

She could feel their feelings for Harry well enough from a distance, but if she joined them all in bed, any question she could have would be answered in full. You could not hide your feelings from one such as her during sex, and if nothing else, his devil lovers were very beautiful.

"You know, Arry, you are being quite rude just now," Fleur purred. When he furrowed his brow in confusion, she added, "You have two very beautiful, very naked women here looking to fuck you, and you're bothering with conversation."

"I think he has three very beautiful women here looking to fuck him," Akeno giggled, looking her up and down.

"Fleur?" Harry asked, giving her a look that was part hope, part wariness.

Grinning, she drew her wand and charmed her clothes off. Walking towards him, she rolled her hips exaggeratedly, giggling as his eyes darted between her wet womanhood and her breasts.

"I zink you are overdressed, mon tresor," she purred, trailing a finger down along his chest.

"Oh, I think we're going to get along just fine," Akeno grinned, wrapping an arm around Harry from behind and nibbling on his earlobe.

"Fuck," he gasped, feeling his cock throb against his pants, desperately trying to escape its confines.

"I certainly hope so," Fleur thought to herself, cupping his cheek and pulling him down for a kiss.

Her tongue plunged into his mouth, and from the moment she felt his slide against it, all concerns fled from her mind. Heat bloomed low in her belly and radiated outward, enveloping her completely. She moaned triumphantly into his mouth when she felt his clothes disappeared, and didn't hesitate for a moment to press her body against him, trapping his massive cock between their forms. Akeno kissed along his neck, pressing her large breasts against his back, and reached around to her, sliding her hands between them and cupping Fleur's mounds.

"Wha...ahh!" Fleur cried when she felt Rias brush her long blonde hair aside and start peppering her neck with kisses.

"Such incredible taste in women you have, Harry," the crimson-haired beauty purred.

"Does she?" Akeno asked. "Taste incredible, I mean?"

"Like heaven," Harry replied with a grin, sliding a hand down along her flat belly to her dripping quim.

"Ahh!" Fleur cried when she felt him slide a finger inside her.

His hands were so large that even his digit stretched her nicely, and as arousing as having him finger her was, it was nothing compared to what he did next: pulling his slick finger from her pussy, he brought it over to Akeno, who didn't hesitate to wrap her lips around it, sucking her arousal off with a moan. Fleur's inner walls clenched around nothing, and she panted with need.

Rias brushed her hair behind her ear, her eyes holding a question that needed no words. The redhead was the same height as Fleur, and so neither needed to crane their heads at all when the Veela pulled her in for a searing, hot kiss.

"Holy fuck," Harry muttered as he watched two of the hottest girls he'd ever met make out. If his cock got any harder, he feared it might explode.

"As she said, you have wonderful taste," Akeno laughed, "but then, so does she."

Without another word, she sank to her knees and wrapped her hand around his cock. Stroking the long, very thick shaft, she grinned at the look of pleasure on his face, her purple eyes full of mirth.

"Keep your eyes on them, Harry," Akeno purred.

"I think I can erase Fleur's reservations about us," Rias added mentally, sounding deeply amused as she walked the beautiful Veela back towards the bed. "You know how persuasive I can be."

Akeno moved a chair towards him, facing the bed, and he sat down just as she lowered her head down towards his cock. He moaned her name as she swallowed his cock to the hilt, doing as she told him to and keeping his eyes locked on Rias and Fleur.

Fleur moaned into Rias's mouth, feeling the other woman's lust and desire radiate out of her. There were other emotions mixed in there too that she was able to pick up on as she rolled the redhead onto her back. Her genuine love for Harry was unmistakable, and it really did set Fleur's mind at ease, at least a little, to be able to feel that devils were capable of that.

So much of what her people had suffered from humans had been because of their supposed connection to the 'monstrous' devils, and as they tried to distance themselves from them, it was hard not to internalize the notion themselves. She was well aware of how unfairly groups of people could be vilified, though, and though she'd stay on her guard for the time being, knowing that Rias could love Harry as she did was helpful.

"You might be the only non-devil woman I've ever seen with breasts this spectacular," Rias murmured, rolling her onto her back and cupping her heavy mounds.

"That was...holy fuck, that feels good...Luna's first clue that there might be some connection between your peoples," Harry moaned.

"I will need greater proof zen ze fact zat we both 'ave incredible bodies," Fleur replied dryly, more amused by the other blonde's thought process than annoyed. "Ahh!'

While she was distracted, Rias buried her face between her breasts, peppering her soft, sensitive skin with kisses before capturing one of her nipples with her lips. She snaked her fingers through the other girl's hair, holding her to her chest as she teased her hard little nub with her lips, tongue, and teeth. She switched back and forth between them, doing her best to drive her mad, and Fleur sighed and whimpered in pleasure.

"I want to taste you too," she gasped as Rias' tongue dipped into her navel.

"If you insist," the redhead purred, sliding up along her body.

She allowed her pendulous breasts to brush against Fleur's face, and the Veela captured one of her pink nipples with her lips, sucking on it and making the devil gasp. Harry watched the two of them with rapt attention even as Akeno made that difficult. The raven-haired woman was bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, her lips stretched wide and her cheeks caved in. She was moving slowly and taking only half of him at a time, stroking the rest with her saliva-slicked hand. When she suddenly took him to the root again, swallowing his shaft into her tight little throat, he cried out and looked down at her, finding her purple eyes dark with lust and yet deeply amused.

Letting his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop, she looked over at Fleur and Rias, who had just climbed on top of the blonde, her dripping pussy being lowered towards her mouth, and chuckled. "They look good together, don't they?"

"Yes," Harry sighed.

Even after everything he'd been through that year, it was still insane to think that Fleur Delacour had not only become his lover but was neither the only one nor unhappy about that fact.

"You keep bringing us such lovely sex pets, Harry," Akeno giggled. "You're spoiling us."

"There is no possible argument for me not being the spoiled one," Harry replied dryly, making her grin.

"The spoiling is very mutual, trust me," Akeno purred, lowering her head towards his balls.

She started licking them lightly, lapping at his scrotum like an ice cream cone, and he hissed at the pleasurable sensation. When she sucked one of the large orbs into her hot little mouth, he moaned her name and looked over at Rias and Fleur. The two of them were both moaning in pleasure, but their sounds were muffled by the other as they lapped at each other's quims. Akeno stroked his cock with slow, firm tugs while sucking on his balls, coating both of them in her spit and marinating his brain in bliss.

"Fuck, you're good at that," Rias moaned as Fleur sucked on her throbbing clit.

"I am Veela," Fleur purred. "Zere isn't one among us 'oo doesn't master ze art of cunnilingus within a year of our urges manifesting. Our first lovers are almost always women, usually older sisters or cousins."

"How...ugh...bad do your...urges get?" Rias moaned, reluctantly lifting her hips off of the silver-haired goddess' face.

"Veela who do not get some manner of regular satisfaction become lethargic and drained," Fleur replied. "If we are denied long enough, we can even go mad."

"Admittedly, that does sound more like succubus stuff than Aphrodite stuff," Harry thought to himself.

"You must have loved finding Harry then," Akeno purred, turning around to look at the Veela. "His tongue alone is so good it's almost deadly."

"Oui," Fleur replied, her eyes nearly black with lust as she stared at his throbbing cock. "For once in my life, I knew true peace, true satisfaction."

"Then let's get you more of it," Rias chuckled.

Before Fleur could ask what she meant, Rias' wings sprang from her back, and, after spinning around in the air, she picked Fleur up.

"What?" Fleur asked before laughing as she realized what the devil had in mind.

Akeno lifted his cock up, holding it in place, as Rias flew her over and lowered her down onto the shaft. Fleur's eyes went wide, and a loud, lewd moan escaped her pouty lips as she felt her inner walls give way almost instantly for the thick, pulsating dick. Harry groaned as he felt her hot, slick cunt envelop him completely, and, as Rias flew away, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply.

"I missed this," he murmured.

"So did I!" Fleur cried.

She had slowed things down after they slept together, wanting to get to know him and his lovers a little better before she deepened their connection at all, and then with everything that happened on the awful night where she learned just what his mystery lovers were, she hadn't even considered going to him again. The simple fact was, though, that Harry was a kind, giving, courageous man who could satisfy her needs like no one else she'd ever had, and as she rode his massive cock hard, she knew that she was already too hooked to look back.

"You should spend your every night in here," Harry grunted, grasping her arse tightly as she bounced on his cock. "With Hermione, Luna, Rias, Akeno, and me, we could make sure your every desire is fulfilled and then some."

"Oui!" Fleur cried, closing her eyes and picturing what he described.

His cock bumped against a spot deep inside her that made her see stars, and she screamed his name. He was such a stud, such an incredible, virile man, that she knew she'd be happy with him. She could just imagine them lounging on a beach somewhere warm, surrounded by the harem of other beautiful women he'd doubtlessly attract as the years went on. With him, she could live like the Veela of old, enjoying a life of debaucherous delight, surrounded by lovers more than happy to ensure that she never spent a single moment wanting.

"More, more, more!" she cried as she soared towards her peak.

"You're already close, aren't you?" Harry asked, cupping one of her heavy breasts and bringing the nipple to his lips.

"Oui," Fleur moaned.

Reaching down with his free hand, he stroked her taut clit and whispered in her ear, "You know, the whole night we spent together, we forgot to try one thing."

"What was...ahh...that?" Fleur moaned.

"I didn't use parseltongue," Harry replied, and Fleur's eyes went wide as she realized he was right.

The sounds of Akeno's pleasured cries behind her seemed distant as she recalled the entire long night. She had lost her wits when he teased her too much and taken him in her harpy form until she came enough to return to normal. After that, they'd had sex again and again for hours, but it had been his cock that she'd come to crave and demanded, over and over again until she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. One of the most attractive things about him, and she'd completely forgotten in the moment; that simply would not do.

"We need to correct that mistake," Fleur purred, kissing him deeply.

"I agree," Harry chuckled. "Cum for me, and I'll eat you out until you pass out."

He rubbed her clit harder and shifted slightly in his chair, ensuring that he hit that sensitive spot inside her again. Fleur picked up her pace, chasing her peak wildly for more than its own sake. She'd read accounts of just how utterly divine parseltongue could be and wanted to experience that for herself desperately.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...gah!" Fleur squealed as she came, and Harry immediately wrapped his arms around her tightly and lifted them both into the air.

Writhing in mind-melting bliss, she couldn't even bring herself to notice the sudden flight, much less question it, and by the time she came down from her high, she was lying on top of him on the large, comfortable bed, and the distinct sound of female whining was what first broke her out of her stupor.

"Having fun?" Harry asked.

"Tell her to stop being mean, Harry," Akeno begged, and Fleur furrowed her brow in confusion before lifting herself up to see what was going on.

The dark-haired devil had her arms stretched above her head, her hands bound to the headboard by silk scarves. Fleur could tell at a glance that her bindings weren't nearly strong enough to actually hold someone as powerful as she certainly was and that her begging was performative, which made her chuckle.

"Do you really mean that?" Rias asked, slowly coaxing three of her fingers in and out of the other girl's dripping pussy, curling them upward to stroke her g-spot, probably just barely hard enough to do anything for her.

"I don't think she does," Harry chuckled, grinning devilishly. "I think she wants to suffer more."

"Ahh!" Akeno cried as he pinched her left nipple. "You two are terrible."

"You love us for it," Rias chuckled.

"I do," Akeno sighed before freezing, her purple eyes widening and darting to Harry.

"I love you too," Harry smiled, brushing a few loose hairs out of her face and kissing her softly.

Akeno undid the scarves with a simple spell and grabbed his head, deepening the kiss, and Fleur felt a pang of longing she'd never felt before. Impaled on Harry's cock and close enough to Rias and Akeno to touch them, she could feel the depths of their emotions plainly and knew that a bourgeoning love was developing between all three of them. It felt beautiful, and for just a moment she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. The moment passed, and she realized how silly that was, given that she was still just getting to know him and had only really just met Rias and Akeno, whom she still didn't trust, but a mild pang of longing remained.

"I'm going to need you to bend me over and fucking destroy me later," Akeno grinned, wiping her eyes, "but right now, you have a gorgeous blonde to drive insane."

"I do, don't I?" Harry chuckled as Akeno tied the scarves back in place.

Fleur peered into his eyes and mouthed the word, 'legilimency.' Nodding, Harry peered into her mind for a moment and established the same sort of connection that he had during the second task.

"Whatever else, they do truly love you," she murmured mentally.

"Give them a chance, and I think you'll come to really like them," Harry replied. "You know better than most how unfairly vilified people can be for what they are."

She nodded at that, chuckling at how closely it mirrored her own thought from a few minutes earlier, and he broke the connection just as Akeno's back arched off the bed.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...damn it!" she cried in frustration.

"You know the longer I torture you the harder you'll cum, darling," Rias chuckled, licking her lover's fluids off of her ring finger. Catching Fleur's eye, she smirked and extended her hand towards her, asking, "Want a taste?"

"Oui," Fleur breathed, leaning down towards the redhead's hand and wrapping her lips around her fingers.

The pussy juice coating them was some of the most magic-laced Fleur had ever tasted, and she moaned at both the flavor and the power of it. Harry's cum had a very similar effect, a testament to how strong he truly was, and she was suddenly overcome by the desire to slurp a load of his out of one of them.

"Come, Fleur," Harry rumbled, his voice deepened by desire. "I want to taste you."

He lifted her off of his cock with surprising ease, and she happily crawled forward, eager to lower her dripping quim onto his lips. She thought he might ease her into the joys of parseltongue but quickly learned that there was no such thing as she heard him hiss for just a moment before she was plunged into orgasmic bliss and could do nothing more than scream.

"Cum for me, Fleur," Harry hissed, holding her tightly as she began to shake and convulse on top of him. "You've really come to mean a lot to me, and I really hope you can accept all of the women I love. This connection between us is special, and I want to explore it more, but I can't give them up."

"I will never tire of watching you do that to someone," Rias chuckled, ghosting her fingers over Akeno's flat belly as she waited for her best friend to cool down a little.

The other girl bit her lower lip, feeling her pussy quiver and flutter around nothing at the arousing sight before her. Fleur's pleasured screams were echoing through the room as she bucked and writhed on Harry's face. She knew from experience that the Veela would cum over and over again for as long as Harry continued to vibrate his tongue against her sensitive flesh, enduring the mind-shattering ecstasy of it until she passed out or he stopped. His muscles tensed from the effort it took to hold her still, and she sighed at the sight of how strong he'd become.

"I can't imagine what he'll look like in a couple years at this rate," Akeno thought to herself, shuddering as she pictured him growing into a tall, muscular hunk.

When Fleur slumped forward after a few minutes, Rias wrapped her arms around the sweat-slicked blonde and helped her off of Harry's face. He was smeared with her wetness, which had run down along her jaw and towards his neck as Fleur continued to come over and over again, and from the way his cock throbbed, the head looking purple, that he'd enjoyed it immensely.

"Have fun?" she asked, grinning.

"I could do that for hours," Harry replied, licking his lips and making her shudder.

"I think that might actually kill one of us," Rias chuckled as she laid Fleur's twitching, panting form on the bed.

With an impish grin on her face, Akeno undid the bindings again and flew over to Rias, picking her up while her back was turned.

"Akeno!?" she exclaimed, confused as Akeno flew her over to Harry. "What in the world are...HARRY!"

Akeno laughed at how quickly she came. Harry hadn't needed to read her mind to know what she planned as she flew Rias towards him, and the second she positioned the redhead on his face, he started speaking parseltongue against her sopping wet cunt. Akeno held her in place, her arms wrapped around her from behind, and laughed as she writhed in her embrace. She'd pay for this later, she knew, and was sure that she'd love every second of her punishment, but the opportunity to see her best friend completely overwhelmed by pleasure was too good to let go.

Harry's eyes locked onto hers, and she shivered at the sheer lust and desire in them. She would have impaled herself on his shaft while Rias was occupied, but that wasn't what she wanted from him, and she didn't think it was what he had in mind either. She kneaded the redhead's breasts and peppered her neck with wet, warm kisses as orgasm after orgasm tore through her, leaving her swimming in a sea of ecstasy without end. The moment she felt her start to go limp, she levitated her over to Fleur, who, still sleeping, cuddled up with her automatically and licked a trail up Harry's pussy-glazed neck.

"You know she's going to get you back for that, right?" Harry asked, snaking a hand around her head and pulling her in for a kiss.

"I know," Akeno replied, breaking the kiss just long enough to reply. "It's going to hurt so good."

"What am I going to do with you?" Harry chuckled affectionately.

"You...are going to take this big, thick, throbbing cock and fuck me like a bitch in heat," Akeno replied, wrapping her hand around his shaft.

"You want to be fucked like a whore?" Harry asked heatedly.

"Your whore," Akeno gasped, practically shaking with need.

She cried out when he grabbed her braid and tugged her head back.

"If you're going to be my bitch, perhaps I should get you a leash," he whispered, and she swore she nearly came from his words alone.

"Fuck me, Harry," Akeno begged. "Take me, break me. I need your cock so bad."

"On your knees," Harry rumbled, letting her go, and she scrambled around so quickly she nearly kicked him.

So horny she could barely think, she gasped when she felt him slide a finger between her fleshy nether lips and squeaked when he tickled her her tight little rosebud.

"You haven't specified which hole," Harry chuckled.

"Either...both...don't care," Akeno whimpered. "Holy fuck, you've come so far."

"I really have," Harry chuckled, fisting his cock, still sticky from Fleur's pussy, and lined himself up with Akeno's quivering cunt.

"YES!" Akeno shrieked when he buried the entire thing inside her in one thrust.

Harry grabbed her hips so tightly he would have left bruises if she were human and quickly worked his way up to a blistering pace. Akeno moaned and cried out in pleasure, throwing her arse back against him in time with his thrusts. The squelching sounds her incredibly wet pussy was making were barely audible next to her pleasured screams, and Harry knew exactly how to make her even louder. Bringing his hand up, he brought it down hard on her right arsecheek and grinned when she squealed.

"Harder!" Akeno demanded, her tight tunnel already starting to spasm around him as her, she raced towards her peak.

Harry laughed and spanked the other cheek even harder, making her scream again. Grabbing her braid, he tugged on it just the way she liked and picked up his pace, fucking her harder and faster while spanking her pale ass red. He was taking her so roughly that her arse was jiggling with each impact of his hips, and her breasts were bouncing around under her. Rias woke up just as Akeno was about to cum, and her beautiful blue eyes locked onto his quickly.

"I'm half-tempted to ask you to stop just to punish her," she murmured, and Akeno's barely focused eyes widened.

"Please don't, please don't, please don't!" she begged, sounding half-mad. "Need to cum!"

"You heard her, Harry," Rias murmured, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "She needs to cum, and so she should. Fuck her like this for as long as you can, making her cum as many times as possible. If she can walk straight in the morning, I'm going to be disappointed."

"Yes!" Akeno cried. "Fuck, I love your cock! I'm gonna cum, gonna...HARRY!"

"Mon dieu," Fleur grumbled as she woke up and Rias winced, rubbing her head.

Akeno, writhing in pleasure as she came so hard she squirted all over the bed, either didn't notice the sudden headache or the hint of pain enhanced her pleasure. Given what she enjoyed, either one could have been true.

"Please don't say that in front of us," Rias grumbled. "References to the Tyrant physically hurt us."

"The ty...oh," Fleur winced. "Pardon."

"More, more, more, more!" Akeno screamed, clawing at the bed as Harry continued to fuck her through her orgasm and beyond.

"'E is 'uman, right?" Fleur asked, shivering as she watched Harry reduce the powerful devil to a mewling, mindless wreck.

"Oh yeah," Rias chuckled. "Until we get rid of the horcrux in his head, he won't be able to become a devil."

That wasn't what she meant, but she didn't push it. She had never heard of a man who could exhaust a veela like he had exhausted her the first time they slept together, and as she watched the virile bull of a man fuck Akeno's brains out, there was no doubt in her mind that he'd manage to exhaust not just both of the devils as well that night. She might not have known how that was possible, but she didn't care. Just then she didn't care about much other than the pleasure he'd already given her and what was to come.

Harry fucked Akeno hard, taking her on her hands and knees through orgasm after orgasm until she was a glassy-eyed, sweaty, panting wreck. He felt his own pleasure mount throughout it, and when he felt her fall forward, unable to hold herself up anymore, he let go with a roar, painting her inner walls white.

As he pulled his cock, kept hard by the uncontrolled allure billowing through the room, out of her, he took one look at Fleur and expected her to jump him immediately. Instead, she dove between Akeno's thighs and started lapping at her gaping, swollen pussy, drinking down his cum like it was the first liquid she'd seen in days.

"I think we're going to enjoy having her around," Rias whispered in his ear, running her hands over his muscular chest.

As he watched the silver-haired beauty slurp up his cum from Akeno's, he really hoped that she was right.

"Do you want to just watch them?" Harry asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Because I can think of a couple other things we could do."

"That's funny, so can I," Rias replied, flying around him and impaling herself on his cock.

He positioned her on her back, bringing her legs up until her ankles were resting on his shoulders, and grinned. His life wasn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows just then, but as he looked around the room, he couldn't say that it didn't have its perks.