While they were mostly left to their own devices without their master to keep an eye on them, Alice and Anne were quite able to get into trouble and with an adult pet they could get some of the things they had heard about but been unable to acquire so far. The boys forking every cent they could for the slacking of their slut Sarah's sexual appetite was almost as profitable as potions well the ones that Harry let them brew unwatched. By the time Harry went to Gringott's proper there would be enough galleons to influence and fast approaching what some of the more skilled managed to accumulate. Oddly that was without the added income of preventative potions and the like.

'So Hermione has managed to get master over some of his reluctance,' Alice thought as she read over the last rather encrypted letter from her relative slash rival. 'I do find it odd that her fair play wants her to not win without a chance for us to compete. Still there are three with me and only two with her added pet. It is likely I would win with sheer numbers as the girls wish for him to take them and yet I feel driven to have him first even with a few firsts of my own.'

"Alice," Anne said as she entered the room looking quite worn out. "Is that a letter from master? I mean things are great and all but master is master."

"Actually it is from Hermione," Alice said barely suppressing her rivalry with her cousin. "It seems that master is no longer reluctant to enjoy our fellow servants attentions. Though she does hint that she has likewise gained a true weapon and that master has become even more powerful there is more concern in that we have more competition for his affection."

"Why would it be competition?" Anne asked as if her friend didn't understand the situation. "Master will do what he wishes and there are enough willing to entertain while one waits for his attentions. I will give master one of his firsts as did you so there is nothing to concern about and it is greedy to think otherwise."

"He will be more at the wizards' attention now," Alice said with a sigh at her friend and lovers unwillingness to see the matter properly. "He will claim his inheritance and the trouble that goes with it. We will join him there next year and who will run our master's other matters while he is gone. It took far too long to properly understand enough to keep things running while he is gone!"

"So you are worried about who will take over the business when you are out of town for most of the year," Anne realized as she wrapped her friend in a very affectionate hug. "I guess that you didn't really think about things than. Who will we have here while we are gone? I cannot believe that you forgot about them?"

"Really who do we have here that can keep up the potions and ingredient gathering for us let alone the other ventures," Alice said leaning into her friend's embrace. "I may be able to pawn off the girls but not a one of them are aware of let alone skilled in potions or ingredients. So please do tell who can run this while we are gone?"

"Most ingredients are not that difficult to gather here and you know it," Anne chastised her disappointed that her local boss didn't seem to get things. "Potions for the most part as you can tell from the books even squibs can brew and what difference is there from muggles for such matters? You also forgot that most of the black market brewers are itching for our master's mark! Besides most are quite skilled but without someone to get them recognized have little chance to do more than sell potions on the cheap. Now consider that the school seems to be oblivious to a lot of things from the previous letters than we could shift a number of the brews that require ambient magic to work there and have the more herbalist ones made by the toys."

"Selling them like we have seems less complex than explaining magic to them," Alice said with a sigh. "You know that even the rituals we used cannot make one a wand waver even if other aspects of magic can be done..."

"So you forgot those rituals as well," Anne teased as her hands went to better uses. "One cannot create a magical core without sacrifice and considering that there are a number of those that intend our master harm that wouldn't be noticed if they disappeared..."

"While killing the enemy to enhance our master's slaves has merit," Alice said with a frown as she considered it. "You are overlooking things. Since Hermione received a letter it is likely that they would notice a sudden group of wizards emerging. Still the more applicable could be trained to brew herbal recipes and other things even if we know master would likely press our healing to the limit if either of our groups got into some of the shit that pompous ass Dudley thinks to get involved in. If it wasn't for the fact that cock sucker would rat out every other group in the area and draw attention to him, we would have arranged for his blundering to be noticed."

"A shame that we need those sacks of bones for the moment," Anne said with a pout. "I look forward to the day that he takes his pound of flesh for their actions. The Dursleys need to die or at least Vernon and Dudley do they are both idiots and seem to like bungling about in petty crimes. Still Vernon seems to be able to keep anything from sticking at the moment."

"Right good at keeping his records clean," Alice said her voice mimicking a show they had watched. "A shame that the coppers can't do a thing without evidence and despite the almost obvious bit of money he's been nicking he seems as honest and wholesome as the rest of the degenerates here pull off. Bit of blackmail would do wonders in ensuring that he keeps his notions to himself."

"I wonder how long Petunia can go without given no signs of that between them," Anne said with a disgusted look on her face. "Be a bit easy to keep the two on a leash if they sampled either of the wares as it were. Still it is something to worry about later even if it will be moot in a few years so back to the point."

"We bring enough money in that master can support himself and us without dipping into his trust fund or family holdings," Alice said with a frown. "Potions are mostly legit and won't cause enough of a scene to involve Aurors unless the competition bribes a few to investigate. Also they don't care what one does to muggle unless it endangers there statute of secrecy and are quite willing to believe a memory charm solves everything so there is little concern in our current ventures although gaining control of a proper brothel wouldn't be that disadvantageous. Sarah will definitely allow us to more easily cull the most idiotic of the scum that dwell here."

"So why not train Sarah to keep an eye on things?" Anne asked as she started to coax some time to distract. "She can keep an eye on the girls in addition to training them to be more pleasurable in use. With things kept discrete and no risk of pregnancy or disease most of our classmates are willing to admit that they are horny and ready to get fucked! So what if they are likely to have of their own volition started getting some suck money? We keep them safe and sound and they oddly don't even want to be paid! Sure they don't know more than they need to but we have a responsibility to them and that includes using them responsibly."

"You are thinking of things that normally you wouldn't," Alice said with a frown. "I take it that too little time for sex makes you think on such things. The adults are as corrupt as they are seemingly concerned even if it is only with appearances. So instead of their kids being in someone else's pockets they will be in ours. Dudley seems too likely to bring drugs and other things that the law would be interested in. By the time he is a teen he will likely be pushing and trying to shake down a bit outside our turf. If we could find some other pre Hogwarts kids or some squibs we could get the potions to be a very big business instead of very expensive and exclusive."

"Money is a concern only as far as it is needed to provide what we need as our master wills," Anne said as her hands were no longer attempting to innocently persuade her friend. "Still allowing the idiots here to maintain their control is a danger to our activities. Dudley lacks the intelligence not to draw in either the police or a major gang, and either of which would result in danger to our master's objectives. The money we are making is merely a means to an end and should not be an end in and of itself."

"You have been spending too much time with people that debate such philosophies," Alice said with a frown. "Morality is the manacle of the weak and simple minded easily led and quickly silenced. We have no need for such constraints as our master is all that matters and his word is our only absolute. It is quite humorous that after all that he has done that he has some notions of civility or courteous behavior. No our readily actions in his behalf do not need such external restraints."

"And yet our master has a code of conduct and of ethics that he and thus we shall adhere to," Anne countered enjoying the lively discussion almost as much as she would with their fellows or the older students that had some clues. "We should remember that and yet not forget that even if we are to all intents and purposes tools for his ambition that he wishes us to be the best that we can and if it makes us more useful to him than more so the better. Irregardless of the wizards and their world, master already decreed that we are to be the best and given the way that he inspired us to advance in school that regardless of my own willingness to do whatever he wills even giving up what I may once have dreamed of doing. Hermione may be less likely to completely subsume herself for his sake but she does in some way wish to stand if not as an equal than that of a near equal. We know they both are far ahead of our age group and that they will meet the requirements for University and as it does in a way meet his ambition we must do so as well."

"Considering that we are already a few years ahead of our peers you should realize that even with the distractions that we will meet such requirements as soon as possible," Alice said with a moan as Anne once more sought to win the discussion. "That these ventures will likely need to be washed from our involvement before that point unless our little group of hanger-on does not decide to move on is something that will eventually need to be addressed. Still for the time we have ready and willing playmates of both genders and yet all other actions seem to pale compared to even the briefest of our interactions with him."

"I would think as someone who is a switch that you would understand," Anne chided as her fingers stroked her lover causing her to shudder in her arms. "Our master is the light under which we bloom. It is as simple as that. He wishes us to excel and we shall do so. He wishes us to challenge ourselves and we do so regardless of it being magical or non magical education. He knew of our needs and regardless of his previous indifference met them. He realizes he has tastes to indulge and we shall do so. The matter of the sexual adventures of those under his protection only matter in such matters. They wish to play and he does not decree that they do not therefore they may and shall do so. Sarah is ours and as we are his it follows that she is as well. He will require someone to run things while we are closer to attend to him and thus she shall. She may be submissive to almost all of us but she was more than willing to be in control when her previous master chose for her to do so."

"So I am over thinking things and you are going to for my own well being distract me from the stress I have allowed to accumulate," Alice said in acceptance. "Still you are hoping that there will still be some lingering frustrations for him to use you to vent when he returns. This last part that Hermione seemed quite distraught to send along even encoded mentions that the fool who dared to think he could strike our master down has returned as a shade and that he was despite hiding it quite irritated to be unable to end the dog. Oh yes he will assuredly have much frustrations of his own to release."

"I look forward to it," Anne said as she stopped teasing and started to urgently play her friends body. "For now though just relax and let Anne make you feel better..."

Alice's reply was a smile as her friend went to work and hands soon worked her clothes off. As neither of them wore any undergarments this left Alice completely bared to her lover's touch. Anne quickly put fingers and tongue and even a few things lying about such as a feather that had been shed by Night to use. No one that was around paid attention to the jubilant and vocal explanations of the two as they were likewise occupied and thus were also as vocally or not as they wished exclaiming their pleasures; Sarah in fact was quite occupied with her current group of students.

'Perhaps those two are really ready for the advanced lessons,' Sarah thought as she turned her attention to her currently impaled students. 'It is a shame that they cannot do this exercise as they wish for our master to be the one to take their remaining virginities. Still these eager girls are already learning how to do things that would cause almost any male to pass out and flow out quickly. Still Christmas will allow my mistresses to have a lesson on advanced muscle control with a live male instead of these toys. The boys would likely be willing to do so but they are still passed out from the advanced oral and hand skills lesson. Their future lovers will be pleased after they get their advanced lessons in.'

Sarah was left to listening to her mistresses cries of release as she waited for her students to recover. The girls from learning how to control all of their inner passages to control tightness and even ripple and milk and the boys from how to receive that as well as proper lingual strength, dexterity and stamina. As they would still be a while longer with the boys passed out with flaccid members and soaked fingers and mouth and the girls with trying to draw their current toys into themselves, Sarah turned to her own toys and proceeded to bring herself to edge and draw it out before going eventually over and repeating. She was looking forward to the new toy she had acquired and the use she would make of it once her lesson was over.

Meanwhile as the situations devolved both in Surrey and in Hogwarts the adults of Hogwarts and the staff thereof were once more trying to come to grips with things. The most distraught was one Quentin Quirrell. He was shuddering in pain as his body once more attempted to overcome the seemingly untreatable injuries he had sustained.

'What kind of magic was that?' Voldemort thought in rage as he observed the extensive damage to his host's body. 'Never before have I seen anything close to that not even Fiendfyre seemed to be as destructive to my current state. Oh it seemed more controlled and I do not recall seeing any spells or creatures that controlled fire like that exactly. The Veela may be able to throw fire when they sprout wings but control of that fire was normally less so. If there was a ritual which granted that amount of control of fire wandless, I would have done so. I do have to wonder what other powers they have and if there was a way to gain them as well once I get a body of my own back.'

"Master," Quirrell begged as he soothed salve onto the necrotic flesh. "Why won't anything work on this? It is still spreading!"

"Enough with your wining Quirrell!" Voldemort chastised his servant even as he tried to think how to punish him as the symbiotic pain irritated him. "When we have the stone this will be dealt with! These interlopers thankfully do not know about the prize or they would already try to gain it as well. Still there is the matter of why there are no sufficient records on the stone to even make more than a failed imitation. Despite all my exploration into such knowledge there is the fact that not even that old fool has any idea what his mentor did to create that artifact. Even my closest attempts to create things of such a nature at most could slow but not halt the aging process. Perhaps that or one of the other things I left here for safe keeping would at least delay this until the stone is acquired."

"Thank you master," Quirrell said with blind devotion and affection. "Your wisdom is only overshadowed by your knowledge and power."

"As it should be," his master told him. "What good is power if one does not know how to use it? It is meaningless as one would become a tool for others to use their power. Knowing when to act is as important as knowing how to act my servant. Why do you think we do not simply storm through the protections and take it by force?"

"Time, master, to overwhelm the obstacles which would draw the muggle loving fools attention," Quirrell answered like a good puppy even as the salve slowed the rot still there. "You are more powerful than he by far my master, but he could delay your pitiful servant until there is little chance for success. Still there is the matter of why does he not destroy the stone if it is such a risk to him?"

"He may be a muggle loving fool but despite what he may claim he does in some form desire the stone as well," Voldemort confided in his servant. "Why he does not take what he can has always seemed foolish to me. The only reason for not doing so is that he desires to prove his worth by creating his own stone."

"A shame that even the barest inkling of how to create the stone was likely destroyed by Flamel to prevent anyone else from having one," Quirrell said with a frown in thought. "What could it be to make it a true Philosophers Stone compared to the near replicas?"

"Something I myself have pondered long and hard on," Voldemort told him. "Whatever secret it is remains solely with the Flamels and once I am restored that will be one of the first things to extract from them!"

"You are most wise and powerful," Quirrell said once more praised the spirit slowly consuming him. "They will not be able to resist you and with their continued existence at stake will surely yield what they have so jealously acquired to you."

"Yes they have been reclusive for so long I wonder why that it is that they do so," Voldemort said more to himself than Quirrell. "There is more to it than their well deserved paranoia of people wishing for their things. They have centuries of accumulated knowledge that the other families cannot help but envy as well as what they have kept safe from the Ministries purges. A source that I have yet to tap and I will do so this time. Perhaps there is something to exchange if outright force does not work."

"What of Dumbledore's library master?" Quirrell asked in a sudden thought. "He studied under him so he may have some ideas as well whatever he felt was too dangerous to destroy. He may be quite intolerant of what he deems as dark magic to the public but he is far too proud to destroy information even if he was not a Ravenclaw."

"Yes though there is far more to the man than I had believed," he spoke as he realized that despite how well he could predict his opponents moves that there was still something the man was holding back or did not even acknowledge anymore about himself. "Where does he stop lying to himself when he lies to others I wonder or is it more?"

"He is getting old master and is far too proud of his image to indulge in rituals that would delay the complications of that," Quirrell said as he contemplated it. "Could he have started to become unraveled or worse having complications from whatever incomplete attempt he made at acquiring the stone for his self? He is getting old and even he will have to succumb to age considering his choices."

"He could have a flawed stone or even a shard improperly used," Voldemort mused as he contemplated how the old wizard had continued to live even though he knew that wizards lived longer than the muggle rabble and the more powerful would live proportionately longer. "Something else to investigate but his rooms is far more guarded than even this gauntlet. While I am powerful your pitiful body cannot handle my power flowing through it. Although given that he was not the one to impede my progress that does not mean that he could not add more encumbrances to our path... What are you thinking you meddlesome old goat?"

Meanwhile Albus was in his chambers listening to his chamber music while blessed out on lemon drops. Oh he never imagined that he would be so easily sedated by such actions when he had been young and full of vigor. Perhaps he shouldn't use as strong of calming drops in his candies though it did help ease his temper even now.

'It wouldn't do to show the brats what I think,' Albus thought under the calm of the potions lacing his candies. 'Yet it seems harder each day to keep my identities separate. As much as I find shaping people to be entertaining, my more naïve mask feels as if it will for a time consume me once more. Still having them all be tied to me helps to keep things running without the paperwork that being minister would entail. Still I miss the times of my youth and all the experiences of it even if I do vicariously relive it through the students. To think my friend would use such a parting curse and they wonder why I didn't kill him and instead imprisoned him to suffer for his betrayal.'

His mind drifted over all the current plans and how they had devolved. Hagrid had noticed that unicorns were being targeted and while there were a few decidedly forgotten rituals that were require such an ingredient he did suspect that his old student was using it to delay his departure along with whatever it was that had worked that night. Oh he had suspicions but it was far too difficult to think while the potions eased his over thinking mind.

'Ah to be young again,' he contemplated as memories of his past came to mind. 'A minor tweak to the pensive and I can relieve anyone's memories and with them extracted with Legilimency as the students had thankfully had no useful version of it not even his manipulative Slytherins. Oh how Severus would hate to know that half assed version he and that disappointment use are so easy to bypass if one knows how. Now which memories should I use to wash away the troubles?'

It had been worth the effort to make memories more than mere visual as unlike some of his predecessors he wasn't that much of a voyeur until after his friends crippling curse had struck. To live those things again was one of his greatest joys left. It had been so difficult not to just Imperio some of the students to act out what he missed doing. Those old urges from using lesser compulsions when he was younger to arrange things had been getting difficult for so long.

'I do think that Minnie would be quite cross if I could arrange her dreams once more and did not do so,' Albus thought as he reached for the special lemon drops and let a piece of the drop touch the pensive and change. 'At least her fantasies are far less politically dangerous than mine. Now I might as well enjoy a reminiscence of that rather wonderful season where all the things I liked to experience were done to that lucky boy. Ah the times he had!'

He looked at the drop as he thought about the things he would once more get to experience. It had been far too long since that curse had stolen from him of all the things that he used to enjoy. Oh there were temporary things around it but even he knew that his life would have been far easier if he had been one of the more able to use the darker magics that were so frowned on. Oh he was able to occasionally allow his darker aspects to indulge in some voyeurism of the students and other staff, but he was well aware that no matter what he did that as odd as it was the Hufflepuffs were immune to his spying.

'The one thing I never got to experience was the supposed wilds that they do even if I was willing and able to indulge with the other houses,' Albus thought full of glee. 'To think that parents believe their children are anyways less adventurous than they were. I still find that quite humorous as I reflect on it. Ah the good old days when there was plenty of willing tail for me as they call it now before this condition. Oh how daring the Gryffindor girls were and even some of the boys and how much fun we had considering how thrilled they were when there was a risk. Still the Ravenclaws tended to be so wild when they let loose and were even willing to part with some knowledge in trade though sometimes they were willing to take knowledge in trade. Hmm maybe I should see what antics the Slytherins are up to in their play. I wonder how quickly Minnie would succumb to all the records and knowledge from all the past Heads. Perhaps some of the recent head girl's antics when she gives head as well and something it was a shame to not be able to enjoy personally'

Considering how close he was to slipping up some days he rarely let even the more permissible ideas pass when they were around. It had been something the heads had been more than oft to indulge in. It was something that would never be recorded in Hogwarts: a History, but since the times of the founders there had been the tacit trend for Heads to play with the prefects regardless of if they were Head of students, house or school. Still it had been some of the least likely to do so that did. Something that was well hidden in Hogwarts and secret to anyone but the Headmaster or Headmistress herself was the secret archives that were enchanted to be indestructible as well as for the inability to reveal it or either give it away or prevent it from being passed on.

'Perhaps there will be a time when even I can add the secrets of Hufflepuff something that even the Hufflepuff Heads and professors since Helga herself seem to be oath bound to prevent,' Albus thought as he lifted the drop to place it in his mouth. 'Still there will be time for that later. Now to indulge in a rather pleasant mini summer holiday...'

As Albus closed his eyes and he began to relieve another's life. For once there was a truly real smile on his face. It was most definitely something that even Minnie in her most deviant would have been disgusted with. It was a summer of violent deviance and blackmail to a level even his most reviled rivals would not stoop to. Sure it paled compared to some of the removed from record events from the wizard wars. Oh how he sought over those furiously guarded events. Still he might as well completely embrace the gathering and breaking of so many people in such delightful ways. Soon not even his former mentor would be able to keep his restoration from occurring.

Machinations were progressing nicely and while some were forced to contemplate things there was a couple that were quite irate. Their most coveted and concealed artifact had been hidden away by their most oft viewed as naïve and goody-goody associate. They were currently trying to decide what to do with the current mess and the fact that despite what the meddling fool had done and said they had not been asked. Now despite what most thought they did not live alone and despite the modern wizards having house elves as servants neither really cared for the odd things. No they were quite grateful for the tendency of the government to be willing to grandfather exceptions in and as they had kept the family since before the Statute of Secrecy they had felt no reason to lose such useful and well used servants.

"Who does he think he is to take something from us?" Nicolas ranted to his wife ignoring the scampering of their servants. "We took him in and trained him even allowing him some credit for our work and this is how he repays us!"

"The head of both the Wizengamot and the Confederation, dear," Perenelle chided with a frown, "is who he is and that does give him quite some political power especially here. Still he has allowed his positions to get to his head and that is quite dangerous for us. If it had not been for the fact that he has proven most untrustworthy in our more important secrets and the extenuating need for someone to do what we needed at the time, we should have killed him when we had the chance even if it meant that we would have to make ourselves more available to the people to keep them in line. He has always coveted our power and prestige all this time. Still that he has managed to get the Goblins to take our stone from us is quite disconcerting."

"Yes how he did that is most distressing as I find it hard to believe that they would yield anything from us as willing as they would be for other clients," Nicolas said with a thoughtful look to his wife. "No he must have something to sway them despite how certain they are not to gain our ire after the last time. Still I will have to thank that manipulative little brat for how stupid he has been leaving the sheep. How they can actually think is a mystery given the shoddy at best education he has been providing for them. Still I know that he has been useful keeping us mostly out of the spotlight as he has been and especially in either removing or covering up our actions in some of the Goblin's attempts to regain some of their former glory."

"He didn't do that for us explicitly," she said as she reclined on her chair while being served some food while otherwise enjoying their servants' services. "Still he has been somewhat useful and we have been prone to tolerate his actions until this point. I am still quite annoyed that he would do so without telling us and we would not have known if you had not gone to check on it. Still he has so little idea of what it can really do and as he has no idea of its true nature there is little risk of him destroying it and with all his obligations he has even less time to even gain any understanding of it so our secrets are safe at this time."

"Yes it is even more irritating that the Goblins failed to inform us of a break in until after most of their investigations had provided little evidence of who entered our vault," Nicolas said still pacing and unlike his wife allowing his anger to build instead of vent. "Acquiring even a fraction of the ingredients to recreate the stone would take years. I guess my paranoia in maintaining a sufficient supply here is a good thing."

"If you had been paranoid enough," Perenelle said with a frown quickly replaced with a more pleasant look as she stroked the hair of the servant servicing her, "you would have never let the stone out of sight and had an imitation placed in Gringott's as that would have been the sensible thing to do, but no you had to actually store the thing out of sight were any meddlesome person could eventually find a way past the wards or a copy of the key and get it. Still at least you were paranoid enough not to teach that close minded boob more than the most meager of Alchemy's secrets. Why he actually believed the two of you discovered the twelve uses for dragon's blood when we knew them all along."

"True there was some fun playing with the man but while he made a good diversion from any possible enemies he was far too short sighted to understand what we do or even did," Nicolas said with a frown as he watched his wife remove stress with some of the more nubile servants. "Still the notion at Gringott's would have been a trying thing to remember at times."

"Oh stop pacing and relax so that we can think of how to best turn this latest disaster to some benefit," Perenelle said as she indulged in their all but official slaves' worship of her body. "We cannot simply appear at Hogwarts and express our displeasure as it would have long reaching consequences more so for us that that man. It would be quite trying to enter the castle with the wards he has access to. Neither of us has a blood tie to bypass them and those that would are either dead or well hidden. On the positive side even if he was to investigate the stone he lacks the knowledge to properly discern how it works. Such knowledge was restricted to only the most experienced of Necromancers and practitioners of Blood Magic neither of which has been seen in any number for centuries do to a number of things..."

"The Ministry at least was useful in slowly limiting the number and types of magic," Nicolas said as he reluctantly sat down whereupon a servant proceeded to lavish attention to relieve his stress. "Even if it was more for their own power it has been useful as the complete lack of skill or intelligence of the past few so called great wizards can attest to. Grindlewald was more of an exception than the last one was."

"Something that we suspect Dumbledore had a hand in," Perenelle said as her hands moved to the two slaves worshipping her upper body. "Still he has done quite the job to cover up whoever it is that chose to call themselves Lord Voldemort. Perhaps he tried to gain control of Hogwarts completely?"

"Perhaps," Nicolas said with a grunt as he roughly used the female slave's skull. "Still since he claimed to be the heir if not just an heir of Slytherin leaves us with a few people it could have been. The last family having any claim to that was the Gaunt Family and they have barely managed to produce anyone stronger than a squib in generations. Well there was also the matter of them tending to be as mad as Hatters quite a good point of bad inbreeding they were as well as how to lose a family fortune."

"So we have to allow Dumbledore to keep our stone for a bit longer," she said with her eyes and face showing her satisfaction with the performance of the current generation of their families' slaves. "Still we will be able to get something from his foolishness in this matter. At least the previous Headmasters were smart enough to know who to keep happy. I miss their gifts..."

"Yes it is quite different to have the notions of that man passing to more generations of students," he said as he held the well trained slaves head pinned to him. "At least he does not seem to be as much of a fool as that self styled lord thinks. Really why anyone would think that he actually cares for the muggles or even muggleborn. It is a shame that unlike a few centuries back that they don't use the easily disposable for experiments let alone his unwillingness to send a few to earn their education here."

"True some of them were quite skilled," she said her eyes closed and fluttering as her memories enhanced her current experience. "Headmaster Black was one of the last to show some decorum it seems to be a shame the way that family has fallen so far. Really spending money so wastefully... dark or light lords come and go but we and the institutions we create remain. Still it would seem that we will need to take a more direct interest than we have needed to do for centuries. A shame that this gambit has fallen short leading us to Dumbledore who in turn created this greedy and power hungry adversary and one that we will need to deal with. At least knowledge that would be dangerous to us is quite missing nowadays. We really should see about retaining a new oracle now. Something seems to be stirring or so some of the rumors seem to show."

"Whispering of danger and dark magic being rediscovered without any proof is not something we should worry about at the moment," he said recovering from the attention of the still cleaning servant. "It is a shame that detectors for such are quite inaccurate though there are plenty of ways to prevent even scrying from finding whoever it is. It did take some investigation but I think it is safe to know that somewhere there is a necromancer out there again. Someone controlling something like that could only know such magic."

"Something to worry about than," she said with a frown. "Considering what one properly trained could do it is best that they do not find the stone. They would know it for what it is and be most likely willing to blackmail us for something..."

"Considering whoever it is cares little for most concerns there is little worry of any antagonization of us by this person," he said with a thought as he considered what he had been able to dredge up. "They already are amassing almost enough money as the stone could produce in over a month! So there is no need for the stone for that purpose and as you know that the elixir is modeled after something similar both to the native processes of necromancers and vampires so what does that leave an interest in us. As it is the loss of the stone even temporarily can be offset by some of the things we know."

"Yes there are a few pleasant alternatives that we can indulge in and it is not as if our servants do not have enough loyalty after so long in our service," she purred as the servants pleasuring her seemed to have even more enthusiasm from her praise. "It has been far too long since such magics were used by others though given how we have trained our pets over the years it is far better than if we had left them out..."

"True," he said with a sigh under the gentle cleaning of the servants tongue. "The education in all matters has fallen far more so since Dumbledore's machinations have become less beneficial. Oddly enough he has had lest enjoyable interests as he has gotten older quite unlike how I thought he would develop. I thought that he would develop to enjoy life at some point given his formative years and yet he has become obsessed with the greater good rather than the so called lesser goods. How worse would it be if everyone subsumed their enjoyment for some higher purpose?"

"You mean like the other wizards and muggles have done," she said while enjoying the increased and enticing attention of their pets. "Still despite what we have tried to influence of their societies I still prefer our solitude where we can enjoy things. I will admit that I miss the parties from the Puffs and our toys do have a better life than they would have been considering how even now those like them are ostracized. Perhaps they are more so do to the changes since this so called revitalization of traditions. Traditions bah! They know nothing about them and are recreating some twisted view of things. Still our attempts to create a society where we can be free to indulge our appetites without being reviled does seem to be baring some fruit even if it is only among muggles."

"True oh that's a bit sensitive pet," he said as he caressed the gorgeous girl worshipping his recovering sex. "It is a shame that despite our intentions that man has reversed the trend among wizards. Still despite their current public image they also wish for the world we want as even if they have to hide their appetites they have some of them as well."

"Oh yes!" she said as she climaxed while she dreamed of a world where they co do this wherever they were without the idiocy of these artificially created social mores going in their way. "Who would ever wish for a world without such joy? Oh look their cuming from just pleasuring us!"

It was true he realized as the girl with him reached for a soothing potion to ease the aches that overuse would provide. It had been one of the more useful potions in his life. Besides what better purpose was there to extend one's life if one did not enjoy it. Oh they did indulge in what were considered the higher pleasures of the mind but they also had known that they should spend plenty of time savoring the gratification of the flesh. Speaking of which there was a soothing sensation to his recuperating form and plenty of willing participants including his wife of so many centuries and all the experimentation they had done with each other and their willing companions were quite memorable. As tempting as it had been to just savor the memories and the slightly pleasant sensations from her hands he should really do more than just lay here when there was such opportunities.