Who do you think you are? You are nothing but a self important bureaucrat! Now get out of my way before I remove you. - HJP to the idiot impeding him at the ministry when he resolved the Slytherin matter.

Waking up with three girls curled around him was something that Harry was starting to consider normal. He stretched a bit and looked at the two dangling slaves. One was still suspended by her arms while the other was in a swing. For a moment he wondered what the hell he had been up to and why he felt a slight feeling of discomfort in his body. Laying back and letting the sleeping girls snuggle against him, Harry began to think back on the past few days. He had gone completely loopy and had spent most of the past few days acting like a honeymooner. And by the feel of it he was experiencing it.

'So what do we do now?' Harry thought as he went through a mental checklist of his and their states. 'Most of the time after Gringott's was just fucking about except that Sarah managed to get more direct information on the Tonks family and I reinstated Dora and her mother into the Black Legacy while I was busy with Anne. So have Sarah finish going through that hellish portfolio while I do what while the rest of them recovers. Well I have been putting finding a way to Azkaban off...'

As he went through his plots, plans and pursuits, Harry let his hands run over his girls. He felt a loathing to leave the bed and their attention. He sighed as he realized that they had managed to overcome his defenses that the Dursleys and the rest had resulted in. he was no longer holding himself apart from the world around him; however, while he may have had interactions with people such as the girl gang he had been the proxy head of that did not mean he had held them on even somewhat of an equal footing in his mind. He had been willing to acquiesce to his rival in the boys' gang and their mutual loathing of Dudley, but he had considered himself different from everyone else.

'Alice started to wear my aloof manner from anyone,' Harry thought as he reflected on the way he had come to this path change. 'Anne was someone that needed help and she was so sincere in her willingness to join and practically proclaimed herself to be my tool to use that there was little to resist at that point. Still I resisted their sexual advances somewhat, but now I am no longer spurning their need for physical affection. Hermione was a welcomed surprise and things developed oddly with that. When I met her, I never expected her to become who she has become. I will admit that their rivalry has been helpful. Dudley has been reduced to a non issue and the rest of that family will be dealt with in the proper time. Still with all that resolved, I guess I should deal with the Azkaban matter. The Lestranges should be silenced and more information on Sirius Black will be needed. I should be able to arrange a Portkey there and as the Head of the Black Family I most definitely have the right to visit them. That I will be interrogating them is beside the point; however, I believe that Sarah should find some clauses in the marriage contract to claim their valuables. Bellatrix was born a Black and thus should be dealt with by a Black.'

While he was busy contemplating things, Anne stirred from her sleep. She was sore oh so very sore, but she felt satisfied completely. Her head moved a bit to look at the rest of her bedmates. She saw that her master was caressing them caringly, and that her two friends were as sore and satisfied as she was if not more so. It had been a good day, and reflecting on it she knew that this was but a short respite in the plans and plots that her formulating and formidable master was devising.

'He may not think so, but he really needed the past few days,' Anne thought as she snuggled her head closer to him. 'All the stress he had been under was not good for him, and even with the relief that Hermione and Dora were providing there was still some built up. Sadly they get him for the majority of the rest of the spring, but things will be more even next year. It was a bit odd to see him so soothed as to be that mellow even if he was in the middle of screwing both of their asses.'

Normally Anne would have stuffed her mouth with him, but for some reason she didn't feel the need in either of them for that at the moment. It likely would be evening before any of them was up for more than teasing and such play. It was likely that they would be snoozing in the bath while he was gone as they tried to recover to their previous states. Anne was aware that there were ways to quicken the process, but she felt no pressing need to do so. It was just a lazy morning after all was said and done, and Anne doubted that any of them really wanted to move too much. Even Dora and Sarah in their dangling harnesses were quite spent and the lot of them would likely soak their sore bodies and maybe massage each other. Oddly Anne felt it likely that it would not become overly sexual with just a bit of sensual thrown in.

'We must really be spent,' Anne thought as she just absent mindedly ran her hand along his leg with her head resting on his thigh. 'Here I am not inches from his cock and I am content just to look. My jaw is sore and both my holes feel to tender for more than light petting. Still a bit of relaxation never hurt us any and I do feel a bit more controlled and less likely to act out of have a bit of fun. Why I don't think I would even cut and drain a salesman at this point... maybe a religious nut or something.'

The house in particular and neighborhood in general tended not to have door to door salesmen or other such sorts wandering about. The last time a hypocritical door knocker tried to sell some spiritualism things had been a bit bad. Anne had been a bit irritable that day and the man had been an idiot so he had been door slammed and when he had refused to leave been dragged in and dealt with. Sure he had barely gurgled before getting jacked and tossed to the companions for food, but as was discovered he had been a serious deviant in their opinion so it didn't really matter. Why the area seemed to be a literal honey pot for degenerates to come to. Luckily that he had been absent and that she had done a good job in reining back her impulses or more attention would have been brought to the area even with the odd people that made sure that no official looked too close in the area and that was without Dumbledore's own subterfuge in the area.

"Awake I see," Harry murmured as he brought his hand to gently pet Anne's hair. "We did get a bit overboard yesterday. So don't expect too much this morning..."

"Considering how I feel and likely they feel," Anne said with a shuddering moan under his attention. "I think we will take a rain check on that anyways. I am a bit too smashed still otherwise I wouldn't be able to talk right now."

"Considering how you are and I have been more so lately," Harry said as he looked down amazed that he hadn't risen this morning yet. "I can say that is understandable. I believe it is a good thing that there is some business that I need to deal with today."

"True that does make things simpler," Anne said as she nuzzled against his stroking hand. "You do realize that almost any girl in the area would gladly welcome you to their bed or elsewhere. We may be a bit violent, but you did a damn good job of straightening things out around here. They are rather grateful and if it wasn't for that there is the fact that you seem to be one of the more attractive as well as endowed of the men around here. If you get back to school without rolling one of them, it will be a miracle, but don't think that they will give up just like that. As it is, I believe that they will try to schedule things in for the summer. In the mean time, the rest of them are likely to stay back since they consider that Alice has first chance at you anyways with me and the rest following."

"You are rather mellow than normal," Harry said as she practically purred into his palm. "I think the connection has stabilized the lot of us. I seem to be less distant and you seem to be less prone to random violence. On the other side, all of you seem to be more prone to enjoying certain activities. Not that I mind of course, but I didn't expect for me to have the same level of enjoyment in providing those experiences as you five do in receiving them. I can get why I need to be in control, but the inflicting pain on anyone but those waste of space Dursleys was not something I was thinking I would be inclined to do."

"The violence is cathartic as Hermione would say," Anne said as she noticed that only the two hanging were anywhere near aware. "That is the reason that you seem to enjoy it and we realize that we do things that should be punished. Since we don't agree with the sheep on things we gave that in part to you. You are our authority, your words are to us law, and that is all that matters."

"Still I need to get a bit clean and since you are awake," Harry said as he slipped upright and scooped Anne into his arms. "We might as well get clean together..."

With that Harry slipped from the bed and his feet softly landed on the floor. He straightened up and started to carry the cuddling girl in his arms. She nuzzled against him and he ran his right arm along her back. As they walked past the two still bound and slightly aware and aroused ladies, Anne looked at them quizzically. If Harry had been looking at her face, he would have seen that she was being thoughtful and considerate for her.

"Sir," Anne said as she looked at the still needy girls. "I think a quick bit of attention for them would make them feel better."

Harry looked at them and he noticed their gaze at him. It was a hungry gaze that he could clearly feel now. He saw that they still wanted at least one last bit of attention and he wasn't the sort to leave them hanging unless that was what they wanted or what they needed at that time. With a bare thought he had an appropriate tool in his right hand, and Anne moved her arms to wrap around his neck allowing his arm more room. A few moments passed as the lash caressed the two until he saw them shudder and once more flow before collapsing into sleep once more.

"You could have drawn that out more," Anne commented as she watched the sleeping women shiver as they dreamed still creaming. "Although I think I will prefer the more time for myself that this provides."

"You would and will," Harry commented as he traced her back with the handle. "Still that is for later, my willing one. We have plenty of time for that and we do need to clean off and you need a bit of a soak considering you were too sore to do too much this morning already."

"Yes sir," Anne said as she lifted her head up and kissed him on the lips. "I do feel like I am missing a bit this morning."

"Perhaps that can be alleviated later," Harry said as he carried her into the bathroom and leaned her against the tub. "In the mean time we need to get clean before that soak, so no distracting me."

"Yes, sir," Anne said with a slight pout that turned to a sigh as he washed her sore body all over before turning to his.

Anne for the most part just sat there as she was maneuvered and washed front and back as well as in and out. It was nice to be cared for instead of providing the care, but she had her own needs and eventually slowly she stood on her wobbly legs to assist her master in getting his own self clean. For the most part she ended up leaning on the wall while he stood near enough to scrub his back after lathering his hair.

Once they were both clean, Anne sat in his lap as the tub filled with warm water. The gentle cleaning he had done with the warm water and his soothing caressing fingers had eased some of her strain. She had been rather wild and overexerted herself when she had the time with him alone. It was likely that she had still been running on arousal and adrenaline when the last of the night had occurred. Still reclining against her master while soaking in a warm tub was doing wonders and his hands were working the rest of her taunt muscles back to form.

"MMMMH," Anne murmured as she felt her master's hands soothing her belly to breasts. "This is nice. So what were you planning to do while we recover and Sarah goes over the rest of the business concerns before collating and compiling the information?"

"Well," Harry said before he let his hands play a bit more. "I think I will deal with something the Black Family brought up. It seems that the Lestranges might not have kept their part in the marriage contract. Besides it gives me a chance to do some exploring at Azkaban. I think it is a bit like an all you can eat buffet considering no one really cares what happens to the lifers there."

"There is more to it than that, I can tell," Anne said as she tried not to respond too much to his attention. "You don't have to tell me, my master, but it would be nice to know as how else can we help you..."

"I would like to get the complete story from Sirius Black," Harry admitted as his fingers slipped to approach her still overly sensitive mound while he felt her rock her ass against his slightly aroused state. "The official story and the wills in no way mesh. There was also no evidence of a trial and that makes me worry what they might do to people like us."

"They seem to be quite formal in their ideas as well as biased in their views," Anne said as she scooted back a bit and rested her ass on his chest while his hands were fondling her aroused breasts. "Now if you would sir, could I just rest with you inside me; I am not asking to be fucked, but just filled for a bit?"

"You girls seem to be able to ask me for almost anything," Harry said with a sigh as he felt her arm fumble to align him. "All right my pet, but there will be no more invasive play until I return, is that understood?"

"Yes, master," Anne said before she eased herself down with a sigh. "It is worth it, sir. Just hold me here, please."

"Of course, my eager girl," Harry said as he relaxed with her reclined against him while he was completely sheathed inside her.

The two rested and probably would have stayed there until the water went cold if it had not been spelled not to do so. Harry let his mind wander to the numerous things he had to work on yet. He had his plan for Azkaban, his plan for Voldemort's inevitable destruction, for his mother's resurrection, for the numerous people on his to kill list and other such things to ponder on. In contrast, Anne was just sitting there as he let her body relax and recover for the most part. She was happy and warm inside and out with her mind for once almost completely empty and blissfully content. Occasionally a thought formed in her mind, but mostly it was on other things to try as well as the full feeling of being at peace.

As it was, Anne was the most disturbed of the young group. She had never thought herself a child as long as she remembered and would always feel annoyed to be called that. She had long since been used to the emptiness inside, but only so much blood, sex and death could ease it. When she was with her master like she was now, it was not just eased, but it was gone even for a short time. In part her obedience in the past was from the fact that following orders filled that nagging pit.

So here she was dozing in the tub with her master gently trailing kisses up and down her neck while he soothed and played with her submerged and slightly swollen breasts that she had sunk her cute little butt down onto his arousal was immaterial to her bliss or was it? Either way, Anne was pretty much acting on feelings and not any attempt at rational thought. His ritual claiming of them had resulted in them being able to tell where he was and in general what his emotional as well as physical state was.

'A way to better serve,' Anne momentary thought as she leaned her neck to allow her master more access, 'and to live is to serve, no more no less...'

As for her master, Harry was able to do far more than they with the connection. He could do things that literally allowed more control over them than the Unforgivable Imperious Curse would provide. He could control their minds as well as bodies if he so wished. If he had no experience with controlling the euphoria that power and control gave, then it is likely that he would have been driven to megalomaniac insanity from the level of control and power he now had over his girls.

'Already they were willing to do almost anything for me,' Harry thought as he was warmed both by the water and the body pressed against him. 'Even with my ambition almost being considered an obsession, I still manage to feel that I must be worthy of this level of trust that has been given to me. From what I have learned, neither the Ministry nor Dumbledore or let alone Voldemort and his predecessors could have been trusted to this level of control. They give their everything to me to allow me to further my goals and they do so willingly. Those other leaders so carelessly waste their forces with such foolish actions. I loath to admit it fear that they would even sacrifice themselves if I but said so. Anne here I can feel would gladly slit her throat here and bleed to death if I wished it, and yet I know that I won't ask for such a thing even if I had to bathe in willingly given blood to complete my goal.'

His internal debate was driven from his mind when she sent a tremor of pleasure through him. She had realized that she had a loophole of a sort and exploited it as she slowly drew her mind together enough to feel what he needed even if he didn't know what it was. She soon realized that he should be at his strongest when he entered that isle and there was but one way she could think of it at that time. All other methods would have required far too much time to allow things to be resolved.

"Master," Anne managed to moan out. "Drink from me."

"Anne," Harry almost growled as he tried to chide her. "There is no need for that. There will be plenty to sustain me at Azkaban."

"And yet you would go there when you are not at your fullest power, master," Anne said with pleading whimper. "Sate your thirst and allow me mine, please sir."

"Fine," Harry said before he moved from his toying of her throbbing throat to gently allow his teeth to sink into her willing flesh.

Anne did nothing to conceal or even quite the moan at his actions. In fact, she would have likely died if her master had not chosen to release her from his grasp. It was a little known fact that the distinction between a necromancer and their creations was a fine one in areas. Like the vampires they had created, they could draw sustenance from blood. It also allowed them the ability to use the same form of magics that their creations had further refined. The magics or blood, flesh, bones and spirit were there greatest accomplishments. It was amazing what each aspect could do. From communing with the dead to learn of ancient knowledge, to perceive the path that things would come, to draw strength from life, to command the dead to rise, to reversing disease and injury, and more were things that they could learn.

"You taste so good Anne," Harry almost slurred as he blinked his eyes to dismiss the euphoria that his act had done. "I can see why the vampires get so addicted. Now I had my drink and you said you wished to slake your thirst, I feel no reason not to do so...or at least one of them"

Slowly he lifted her from his almost strained and throbbing erection. He looked down and saw that it had recovered a lot from its earlier state. He set her down while he rose to recline against the wall. Her eyes were half lidded and she looked as if she had either just been screwed to heaven or drunk enough to be plastered. Her sudden inhalation and near snort were not unexpected nor the way she scented his location.

"Good girl," Harry managed to say as she gobbled him down like she was given a frozen dessert in the desert. "Take your time. There is no need to rush as the business can wait a little while..."

For a time less while, they remained master and pet locked in an intimate embrace. In the end, Harry felt Anne suckle him dry as he continued to gently caress her hair and face. He was aware that she was radiating happiness and contentment, and that she had that feeling enhanced by the preceding acts. Even if her eyes were half lidded and she was sort of waking sleeping, he was able to read her clearly.

"That's my good pet," Harry said as he stroked her hair affectionately. "Now go sleep while I dress and when you feel more awake you can help the others with their recovery. Do make sure the rest on the bed are recovered before you all clean and prepare my bound pets."

"Yes, sir," Anne managed to say without a slur after she had released her nursing source of sustenance.

Harry summoned his clothes to him as she crawled to the bed and went to rest on it. He looked at them all fondly before vanishing without a sound. He had unknowingly given them a mental caress and they soon purred in their sleep as he left.

After a short nap, Anne slumped to the floor and crawled to pull some clothes on. The rest were asleep still, but she was recovered enough to hear the incessant ringing of the doorbell.

Quietly she padded her way down the steps to the door. Anne opened the door and blinked at what she saw and heard far too early in the morning.

"Hello," the door to door salesman managed to say before the door slammed in his face with her giving him a sleepy glare. "Oh bother."

He knocked on the door again.

"Miss," he said through the door. "Are your parents' home? Could you get them please?"

Anne blinked behind the door and vaguely wandered when he would leave.

'Don't these people have any respect for time?' Anne sleepily thought as she contemplated opening the door and discreetly tossing the man to the curb several meters from the door. 'It's too early for these kinds of things. I am half tempted to make him go away or silence him.'

"Any chance I can interest you in a copy of the Watchtower, miss?" the nuisance asked again.

'That's it!' Anne thought in anger as she wretched the door open and stuck her head out and looked both ways down the street while her head seemed to be nothing but a blur of hair to the man. 'Damn nuisance!'

"I say," the man got out before he was yanked into the house and the door slammed behind him. "Miss what are you doing?"

"Be quite nuisance," Anne snarled before snapping her gaze up and diving into the man's mind. "Hnn. I guess you were a good choice after all. I am feeling thirsty..."

The disoriented man had no chance as he dropped to the ground in a blur of action. He was paralyzed and rendered temporarily muted. He didn't have time to do more than try to scream as her sinister smile revealed inhuman teeth before they tore into him. She put the inhuman suction she had worshipingly given to her master to a more sinister purpose, and soon the man was as dry as a bone.

"Fucking nuisances and sickos," Anne muttered as she licked her lips and mouth clean before picking the corpse up. "I would have left you around for the others to get a nibble, but master left me a bit thirsty still. I might as well give the pets their food as well."

With that, Anne carried the corpse down to the basement and the kennel.

"May the victims of your idiocies rest in peace," Anne whispered as she gave a nod to the companions who tore into the corpse with gusto, "as your flesh provides food for the worthy."

With a slight bow to the feeding friends, Anne resumed her morning tasks. It wouldn't do to let a simple interruption ruin the morning. For a moment, Anne wondered why so many of that inclination seemed to come here and in the guise of being pious at that. Not that it mattered in the end, but she realized as she yawned as she padded up the steps that she could have made better use of the idiot if she had been more awake. Still it was one more idiot not out there doing their idiocy and that had to be enough for now.

The island of Azkaban was a dreary place and that was without the effect the Dementors had taken into account. There was a rickety looking boat dock that one normally had to arrive from shore by; however, it was a well held belief that one could neither Portkey nor apparate there. This was not the complete truth as there were a few Portkeys and individuals that could apparate to that island. One of those Portkeys happened to be popular in the ancient families rings or more precisely the multi programmable Head's rings.

Harry Potter appeared on the dock smoothly with his cloak concealing his features. The small surge of magic that his arrival caused was not detected immediately by the Warden nor was it by the Dementors scurrying in their feeding. It would take a few moments for the affects of his presence and the responding resonance in Azkaban's wards to alert any of the watch. His particular Portkey lacked the crudity of other types and his own magic tended to lesser the disturbances his presence caused.

'So this is Azkaban,' Harry thought as he started to head towards the prison. 'I have to say I can see why they are terrified to come here. The unnatural cold as well as dreary nature would serve as a good deterrent.'

Ignoring the discomfort caused by the weather with ease as well as not feeling a need to cast a charm to alleviate it either, Harry headed down the path from the dock with his gaze swinging over the rocky and run down shoreline. The path was steep towards the castle like prison, but it was far better than the steepness of the rest of the cliff shore. The fog was only adding to the dreariness, but as the dark had seemingly no effect on his vision he felt there was no reason to comment on it.

He did sometimes contemplate enhancing his vision more, but outside of adding a thermal awareness he saw little point. It would make things far too easy to hunt down if that was the case. He already felt the thrill being decreased by the sharpness and perception he had as it was. He was well aware that his eyes had gone from eventually almost being blind without wearing glasses to having inhuman levels of visual perception.

Having made his way to the door of the castle without having made a discernable sound, Harry silently sighed that no one had managed to notice him. He knew it was difficult to remember to make noise already, but thankfully the normal bustle of students made enough noise that so far no one had noticed the unnaturalness that he walked with. So here he was standing here and having to decide what to do now. He had expected more of the Aurors, but he was slowly realizing that ever since the matter with the self proclaimed Dark Lord that the wizards had become quite over relaxed.

It was perhaps a sign of a greater problem in the Wizarding World, but it really wasn't his concern at this time. There were more important and pressing matters than the complete bureaucratic incompetency that seemed to predominate the wizards and their actions. They seemed to lack either common sense or motivation. It was as if they had once they learned to use some magic become almost overly dependent on it and often summoned things than walk a few feet.

Harry blinked as he found the door was neither locked nor warded in any way. With a sigh, he opened the door and entered. For a moment he wondered if he was becoming paranoid as he constantly expected to be accosted here, but he was slightly disappointed that he was not.

'This is the Wizarding World's impenetrable and inescapable prison?' Harry thought in wonder. 'I don't see how with the piss poor security here. What do they do just trust the Dementors to do all the work? Considering the antiquated notions that Wizards have, I wonder if they will be even more uncivilizingly barbaric with the rest of the prison given their attitudes for others such as muggles, muggleborns, halfbloods and squibs.'

With a silent sigh of exasperation, Harry proceeded to follow the blatantly marked path to the office. So far all he saw were Dementor patrols and the odd guard in the distance snoozing. Harry saw it as further proof that a kindergartener with even the least bit of common sense and slightly more magic than a squib could conquer them. Hell if the person was a pureblood they would likely let him if they didn't have to think or do anything as long as it didn't inconvenience them.

Walking down the hallways, Harry noticed the Dementors seemed quite skittish of his presence. He was grateful that there were so few human guards even if he thought it was a foolish idea. Dementors were here for the sole reason that the Ministry was providing them with frequent and secure feeding. The creatures would have gladly roamed about decimating entire villages in the past or cities in the present. They were worse than other magical sentient predators in a way as they tended to have not held their predations at bay.

'I am rather glad that I learned the older methods of mental shielding as the present one would only dull their effects,' Harry thought as he ghosted down one of corridors as he walked towards where he could get a list of the cells he needed to visit. 'To think that all the time spent practicing modern Occlumancy would make someone more often easier to read even if it has enabled one to supposedly better control their emotions. Snape seems to be an example of that and yet he still responds so emotionally when he throws his tantrums.'

Coming to stop at the designated room, Harry gave a sharp knock to the door to announce his presence. He was rather amused that the human guards had yet to notice him and he was disappointed that no one had challenged him yet in his journey. It didn't say much for the state of Wizarding security that he could get this far already with no attention; however, he felt a perverse glee that at least his gold was in better hands. His vaults were oddly more secure than the one that someone had tried to break into.

"Hello," Harry said when he heard a mumbled response from the other side of the door. "Here to visit a few prisoners."

He was specifically neglecting to mention his plan to interrogate them with Verisiterum and Legilimency probes. He was already briefed on the ones here who had an effect on the Black Legacy. The Lestranges and Sirius Black in particular were those he would be seeing. As loath as he was to go unaccompanied he was fairly certain that he could handle things and he was fairly certain that he could summon one of the animal companions or even Kiki if things went to plaid.

'Plaid,' Harry thought with a bit of humor as he waited for the sickeningly slow guard to get off his lazy ass and get to the door. 'Now that was a funny movie to watch, and I really wish that the Dursleys hadn't tried so hard to prevent me from being sociable enough to have seen it in the theatres. Still this is getting ridiculous having these Aurors being so slow and pathetic. If they were this bad during the war, it is no wonder that it took the unexpected encounter with yours truly to get out of the mess they made. Really with them being so pathetic if it was not for the fact that he targeted me and mine, I would ignore him and deal with his idiotic minions.'

Before Harry could ponder on the non sexual entertainments that he had been enjoying, the door finally opened and the guard staggered out pissed to the four winds and reeking of things Harry would rather not think about. Giving the male and he would never think of him as a man a once over, Harry noticed the complete slovenly appearance of the man as well as the stains littering his clothes that he would rather not notice. On the plus side at least he didn't see a female prisoner in the room from where he could see, or Harry would likely have been less than patient with the man.

"Right now," the man slurred as he got out and looked about. "Who did you want to see?"

"Several of the lifers," Harry said with a smirk apparent in his voice. "The Lestranges and Sirius Black."

"Why d-el would you want to see them?" the man asked in confusion. "Oh! One of their victims' families, huh... No problem than just try not to make a mess."

"I will try," Harry half heartedly replied as he resisted just ripping the information out of the man's mind.

Thankfully Harry was able to wave of an escort to the cells. He realized in part it was about deniability for the human guards, but considering most didn't consider the inmates to be anything but bags of flesh for the Dementors to sap. Personally he didn't care one way or the other even if he was reluctant with the knowledge that someone would possibly contemplate sending him here either for his actions or to make him disappear for political reasons. Harry had a very good notion that most wizards were even more heads in the sand than the muggles, and he found the level of apathy lead problems to be quite irritating.

As he made his way down the corridors towards the maximum security areas of the prison, Harry suspected that pot shots of spells were taken at the prisoners as the jail seemed more medieval than the rest of the Wizarding world. He really didn't pass much care to the way that the Dementors seemed to scurry as much out of his approach as the rats, bugs and other vermin. The prisoners didn't even notice his passing as unlike the guards that he didn't make a discernable sound. Harry could hear the gliding that the Dementors made, the scratching of the animals scampering across the stone floor, and the distinctive tapping of the guards boots on the stones.

He barely glanced towards the cells as he passed as he felt a moment of gratitude that Anne had compelled him to drink from her. It had indeed fortified his reserves and had allowed him to dismiss the concern of what she could have been doing while out of his sight. Sometime when he had more time, Harry contemplated doing a culling of the prison. The justice system as anachronistic and archaic as it was here was created not to reform, but was to be so horrifying as to put the fear of the ministry into curbing certain behaviors. That the elite purebloods for the most part could just dosh out some gold and with a bit of creative storytelling avoid coming here was something that further annoyed Harry about his current circumstances.

'That so recently muggle hunting was not just allowed, but encouraged does not show a lot of potential,' Harry thought as he passed another muttering man claiming that their lord would free them and that they would all pay for keeping them here. 'Why they didn't even discriminate against those who should have been hunted and seemed to consider the people unable to utilize magic in their manner as animals that could talk. Considering house elves and other such and their actions towards them, that is perhaps the most inaccurate understanding.'

After passing several cells of which he contemplated just slaughtering a few, Harry managed to get towards the area indicated on his list. He barely restrained an urge to see about finding any of his preferred prey and removing them from the prison by ending their existence, but Harry knew he was somewhat pressed for time and that the warden as pathetic as he had been would be a bit slower to think on that. He suspected that he would have left what little of the man's mind that was not already rotted with excessive alcohol poisoning as mush from the thorough extracting he would have needed to do.

The Lestrange brothers were curiously housed quite close to each other. Why that was Harry really didn't want to know, and all he really felt at the revelation was that he would be able to deal with both of them quicker as he would not have to waste time traveling between their cells as much. He had much better uses for his time and the conflicting information on the former scion of House Black might take some time to sort through.

"Good day, Lestranges," Harry said as he glided to a halt before their cells. "Now unlike your previous guests, I can assure you that their amateur and emotionally influenced exchanges will soon show a distinct difference between a true professional and them or even the usual ministry lackey."

"Just get it over whichever blood traitor you are," Rastaban managed to say with a glare. "Our Lord will rise again and he will reward us for our loyalty. Maybe he will give us your family in compensation..."

"You two are some of the most pathetic of so called pure bloods," Harry said with a shake of his head. "I find it humorous that your young families seem to have to crow on about their purity and ancestry when there are families far older whose blood still sings with magic unlike the watered down trash that those like you are. Why else would you lot have failed to ensure your families existence?"

"How dare you?" Rudolphus snarled at the dark dressed man before him. "What right do you have to insult us and we were planning on that at a later time..."

"Yes, yes," Harry mussed as he felt a sense of mirth in tormenting the two. "You had the right set of priorities. Your line will end with you and all you did was act like juvenile delinquents with just a bit of excessive muggle hunting while diminishing the remaining lines. Bravo, how does it feel to have nearly ended what you claim to have been protecting?"

"They were just blood traitors!" Rastaban snarled out in his rage at this man insulting all they stood for and did. "By their actions they were no more worthy of magic than any mudblood!"

"Personally I am neutral to the matter," Harry admitted with a shrug at the two. "I care more for the potential one has and the near squibs far too many pureblood lines have become is just an insult to me. They refuse to do anything to strengthen their magic and pick some of the most useless people to breed with. How can you be sure that one of the uppity mudbloods that you despise is not really the descendants of squibs who have regained their magic or more often than not one of your ilk's spawn? To be blunt you neither cared to look or investigate things to do more than sate your petty muggle like actions. That your foolish associates continue to tend to cull muggleborns and thus removed proof of your betters having regained their ancestral magic is just another reason to look down on your inferior Nuevo Magus people. That such new and young families can dare claim their lines to be older, more noble or gifted than the real Old Blood is just insulting..."

"You're..." Rudolphus starts to say before a slight gesture silences him and his ignorant tongue.

"A member of a very old family," Harry chidingly finishes. "I suppose I am. Now I have some questions to ask and I highly doubt such upstanding self proclaimed purebloods will be unable to recognize this..."

"Verisiterum," Rastaban says in shock. "You can't do that to us. It has to be administered by the ministry with proper orders."

"You are rather foolish, aren't you?" Harry mockingly questions before letting a truly evil laugh wash over the pair. "Your houses may be young but even you two should know that the older the house the more autonomy even from the ministry and its meddling we have. Now do try to cooperate, or I might have to use force. Why there is even the chance that my family is old enough to legally Imperio an animal like you..."

Using their fear and shock to their disadvantage, Harry quickly doses the one while knocking the other out. It was a tossup in whom to start with, and being nearly asphyxiated so casually would make Rudolphus more accommodating. Harry really didn't focus on his questioning as his mind was split three ways. One part of his mind was active questioning him, a second was probing his mind, and the third was processing what the others were going through while also cross-referencing what he already knew about them.

Harry ended up pressing Rastaban until he was suffering mental stress and passed out when he released his relentless Legilimency probe. He dismissingly turns towards Rudolphus as he ignores the blood leaking from the man's ears, nose, eyes and mouth. He had been far less controlled in his assault than his retaliatory strike on Snape all those months ago.

"How revolting," Harry said as he glares at his next passed out subject. "If only I had the time to properly express my annoyance and disgust with you two, but magic lacks the methodical cruelty and I have nowhere near the time to properly show you the muggle arts..."

Half tempted to kick the little more than a thug to consciousness, Harry thought better and snapped a quick yet intense pain curse at the man. Harry blinked when the man gasped and flopped about like a dead fish being resuscitated. Some days he really wondered how the self proclaimed purebloods managed not to exterminate themselves and the rest of the magical races as it was. It was as if whatever gave them magic slowly rotted their minds to the point of near criminal stupidity.

"Wake-y wake-y ickle Rudy," Harry tormenting teases the man as he darts his attention about. "Rast-y didn't play well so I get to play with you now!"

"What the fuck," Rudolphus slurred as he for a moment thought he was at her mercies before he saw the decidedly male figure in front of him. "Bella?"

"Hmm," Harry purred at the downed man. "Close oh so close, but you got the wrong Black; however, I think you might have preferred being on the receiving end of my kin's less than pleasant attention than my own. Well unless you are a closet masochist that is..."

"A Black," Rudy said with interest. "I was unaware of their being one of you left with Regulus dead like the traitor he was and Sirius here as well. The guards seemed quite happy to say that they had the last of that family as well as mine own..."

"I can see where they would say that," Harry said as his voice sent a shiver through Rudy. "Still I would say I am more of the ancestral Blacks than the rest of the current crop has been. Since you like the rest of the modern Wizarding have forgotten, I am a Black, a wizard of passion and determination who would as soon char the flesh from mine enemies bones as well as ruthlessly crush their families for sport. I have to admit that while we may share some common interests; however, I do seem to prefer different sport to hunt than the weaklings and cowards you lot targeted. My enemies will flee before me, their holdings claimed for mine own, their last breathes will hear the lamenting of their kin as I send them before them, and they will know what true terror is. Now Rudolphus Lestrange I wonder if you will last as long as your dear brother has..."

"Rastaban," he says as he turns to gaze into the other cell and sees what a sight his once proud and powerful brother had been reduced to. "What have you done to him?"

"Why nothing less than what I will do to you," Harry said with a sinister purr. "I do worry that you will be more disappointing than he was. You did almost faint and did pass out so easily..."

His scream of terror was soon cut short as Harry almost effortlessly administered his dose. It seemed that with each moment and inquiry that he was more and more disgusted with the two. It took a bit but he had the information he needed. So it was while he delegated a portion of his mind to sort out the information and other thoughts that Harry turned to the two unwanted bodies. Oh they were still alive and not driven to madness, but he had so rarely the time to properly play and they were there that he took the opportunity to do some live experimentation.

'Besides there are a few ways to hide information from both truth serums and Legilimency,' Harry thought as he resumed his interrogation of the pair. 'Besides seeing their brother in such pain while they are being questioned is doing wonders to see if there are any obscured or locked information...'

So he resumed his interrogation and thoroughly drained their pitiful minds of what information they had. That he had used them to see what affects isolated red and blue necromantic flames had was just a bonus for him, and in fact Harry was quite grateful that he had practically the whole day between the two as well as Bella and Sirius. He was aware that those two did have the more impressive reputation, but these two were likely to have more real utilizable information. Harry was well aware that unless Bella really was the mistress of Voldemort that she was less likely to be entrusted with things. That the brothers had revealed that their traitorous in law as well as Bella had been told to safeguard two of the Dark Lord's treasures seemed quite out of the ordinary. It was something that he would have to further dig into.

When he finished, Harry looked over the sight and was met with their moans of pain.

"Weak little shits," Harry whispered as he listened to the rambling list of embarrassing moment's stream out of Rudy's mouth. "Like I really care about how long they wet the bed..."

Harry looked dispassionately at the pathetic waste of flesh that remained in the cells. His experiment with the two relatively untested types of necromantic flame had been a success. He felt a bit of satisfaction in dolling out the brothers' due. They had been fools, idiots, and hypocrites of the biggest sort. That they had been so obsessed with other matters than actually fulfilling their duties was disappointing.

'To think that the purebloods wonder where their culture and society is going when they seem incapable of understanding sustainable populations as well as the dismissing of the need to continue their lines if they were so important,' Harry said with a sigh as he stretched and shook himself from where he had been locked while he ran his experiment. 'Ht things these two revealed under Verisiterum and Legilimency was quite troubling. That neither made a point of keeping the standards of the marriage is a bother. They were too interested in other things than the continuation of the Lestrange line and both had little concern for Bellatrix. Regardless of her actions these two idiots were quite likely to have just got themselves killed if they hadn't had magic to preserve them from their own stupidity. Still the formalities should be observed.'

Harry glared at the two still barely living and suffering souls. The Dementors had been quite attracted to the screams, but they were used to it and they had stayed out of sight and out of range as they feasted on the terrible emotions that had flowed like a river from the two as well as the fear and sweet terror from the nearby inmates.

"I, the Lord Black head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, do find you to be unworthy of the ability to fulfill your part of the marriage contract Rudolphus Lestrange," Harry spoke solemnly to the condemned pair. "I also find you, Rastaban Lestrange, guilty of crimes against my house and under the terms of the marriage contract seize the assets of the minor House of Lestrange for damages and restitution for both your actions. You have failed to provide either an heir or for the daughter of mine house an appropriate level of comfort as is becoming her station. You have degraded and brought shame to my blood. You have kneeled at the feet of a false Lord. You have slain kin and scions destroying that which you claim to be protecting. You two are no more than animals of poor breeding and like any dog that attacks its master you both will be put down!"

With his piece said, Harry snapped his chain weapons into the cells. Each flew unerringly and soon the blade shifted to hands to grasp the two brothers' retched hearts. His interrogation and invasion of their pitiful and retched minds had left him with a new found distaste for the pure hypocrisy that the so called noble and pure blooded Death Eaters expunged. They claimed to be the protectors of the purity of blood and the sanctity of magical civilization when they were little but cowardly bullies and abusers that were so drunk on their own power that they had no right to have it. They sought power for entirely the wrong reason for their own comfort and thought nothing of anyone except how they could further their own goals. Now while Harry was in no way philosophically unwilling to use people and situations for his own profit and advancement, he rarely would even contemplate the pure hedonistic disinterest that these dogs had.

'They rape, murder and do as they please with no concern for the consequences because they have never truly been accountable for their actions,' Harry thought as he watched the sudden widening of the two's eyes as they realized they were about to die. 'Even I am disgusted with their actions. Doing something just because they can and what they had to do to gain their mark. At least my property, followers, lovers, or call them what you will have better standards in their own actions and their faith in me.'

It was perhaps the greatest testament between the two who could be considered for the category of Dark Lord in how they differed in this one aspect. Voldemort was an egotistical, self centered coward with a fear of death and seemed to revel in his debasement of his followers, and Harry was a self reliant, proud, and slightly less self centered with an almost unnatural obsession not with fearing death but understanding it. That Voldemort seemed to need to lord his supposed superiority over everyone while Harry simply let his actions speak for themselves was also a rather distinct difference.

Still in the end there were some similarities. They were ambitious, cunning, charismatic and enthusiastic researchers. They were also quite ruthless and had little hesitation to remove either loose ends or problems. Unfortunately for the Lestrange brothers, Harry was nowhere near as boring and apathetic in his execution methods.

They had some resistance to the Cruciatus as it was there master's favorite, but the man had distained muggle methods even torture. A shame that one of the more brilliant minds seemed to have most all of his creativity and comprehension to completely abandon time honored and effective methods for mere spell slinging. Sadly as most purebloods were fat, lazy and spoiled, they did not have much physical strength nor had their time in Azkaban aided them in this.

While they were having their hearts squeezed by his weapons, Harry decided to finish them and complete an experiment of his. He did have observations from the room of requirements, but real live test subjects were better in this case. To Rastaban he let the red flame streak into him, while he sent the blue fire into Rudolphus, and then he watched to see what this method of delivery would do. He still had a curious experimenters mind still and he so missed having time to simply discover things as he had in his potion brewing and other explorations into matters that were not yet known.

Rudolphus was suddenly looking dry in appearance as he slowly shriveled as the blood in his body concentrated and solidified even as his organs withered and his skin grew taunt and leathery. As for Rastaban, he appeared to slowly dissolve as his flesh was consumed in a drawn out burn. Through it all, Harry looked entranced as he watched the two slowly die with their wails almost driving the Dementors to frenzy with the bliss of their pain, suffering, fearful torture, and dying.

"Well that was interesting," Harry said before a slight yanking of his arms drew his blade with their oddly glowing jeweled hearts to him. "I will have to see what these little baubles do. In the mean time, I have a few more stops to make..."

With that, Harry turned and with barely a glare to the Dementors in his path made his way to his next interrogation. They scurried as rats from a light as he approached. The hum of dark and familiar magic made them wish not to raise his interest with their mere existence. Whoever this was, they could feel no pull to him and they were quite content not to try a more focused attempt to feed from him.