His silent march down the corridor to his next victim was accompanied by the sudden silence of the inmates as each seemed to shrink back lest they gain this monsters attention. Whatever could terrify Dementors was not something they wished to gain the attention of, and as it was even with the effects of the magical leeching from the Dementors there was still a palatable presence from the being as it approached. The longer inhabitants were sensitive enough to feel more than one signature as he passed. The odd harmony of the pulsing jewels beating as the hearts they once were nagged at their most primal instincts to flee. As they were trapped they tried to hide and be as still and silent as they could.

'Now this is unexpected,' Harry thought as he turned to gaze into the cell. 'It seems that the loss of her former husband was quite effective. Although now I wonder at some of what I still have to process from extracting from his retched little mind. There was more to this than I had at first believed...'

Bellatrix Black nee Lestrange nee Black was cowering in the corner of her cell. The effects of the deaths of the Lestrange brothers were quite visible to him as he looked. It was something to see the sight of a repeated murderer and rapist being slowly tortured to death, and it was another to see the broken wreck of a once proud woman who did some questionable if not unforgiveable things. Harry was now aware of both what she had been accused of and what her husband and his brother had actually witnessed her do.

"So the infamous Bellatrix of such terror inspiring actions and power," Harry almost purred as his gaze seemed to drive her further into the corner of the cell. "I have to say you are not acting like I expected. Your husband already disappointed me and yet here you are further disappointing me. How shameful of you..."

"Lord... Black," Bellatrix shuddered and barely managed to stutter out.

"Why yes I am," Harry said with a sinister smirk shuddering over her. "Now what were you thinking or better yet your mother and aunt thinking in all this? The Lestranges were a poor match in either of them and they proved to be completely lacking in honor, power or intelligence. So I removed them. I will admit that it was nice of them to be such useful sources of information and experimentation, but you already suspect what happened..."

"You burned them alive," Bella said with terror in her eyes at this man who seemed at least as menacing if not more sure than the man she had been forced to bow and kiss the hem of his robe. "You let them see the Black gift and yet..."

"I didn't use the Black Flame on them," Harry acknowledged. "Why would I limit myself when I have more than the watered down aspect of our ancestor's gift?"

"Necromancer," Bella realized her eyes wide with realization and suddenly filled with calculations as she tried to think her way out of this situation. "That would explain how you were able to become the Lord Black. I had wondered who would since Sirius is here and Regulus is dead. At least whoever you are is a better choice than Narcissa's son. From what I saw he will be more Malfoy than Black and that slippery coward was never the brightest or powerful out there. He did do a good job of keeping out of here."

"He did at that," Harry said with a frown. "It just goes to show how easy it is to ply the Ministry with gold. So what should I do with you?"

"You mean should you kill me for getting caught or not meeting some requirement you have you mean," Bella said with a sigh as she had calmed down and saw no reason to be irrational in the face of almost certain death. "I have to admit that I was disappointed that neither of those two men saw any inclination to provide an heir. A shame that a once proud line died out do to their idiocy, but it cannot be helped I suppose. At least with you, I know that the Blacks continue."

"There is that," Harry replied as he settled to discuss things with the woman. "Personally it seemed counterproductive to kill of scions and heirs if one is supposed to be preserving the purity of the magical world. There is also the seeming lacking evidence to his claim of being the Heir of Slytherin. So who were the last heirs of that line, do you recall?"

"Hmm," Bella said as she thought back to her early days memorizing the who's who in the pureblood lines. "That does seem odd. The last that was heard was the Gaunt Family, and they were reduced to less than the Weasleys. Poor, weak and ugly described them, and that seemed quite the opposite to his appearance..."

"Yes something must have muted the negatives of that line with all its unrefined in breeding," Harry said with a sigh. "I can see breeding to strengthen the line and reinforce certain traits; one does it with Crups after all, but letting the diseased and otherwise lines spread their deformities and degeneration as it seems is quite unwelcome. Look at the Crabbe and Goyle lines. They seem to have mediocre magical power but some troll like physical abilities."

"They tend to follow the Malfoys a bit too," Bella offered in mutual commiseration at the unimportant duo. "Just because Andy had to marry down, we got such wonderful choices for husbands."

"Yes, I suppose you both did," Harry said with a sigh. "It is odd that her daughter seems so gifted, but sometimes things work out in unexpected ways. Still I find the whole notion of eradicating the muggles to be quite wasteful when they can be put to better use. It is somewhat humorous that the Malfoys as well as our house profits from using muggles and then Lucius wants to go and kill off a group that makes us galleons like crazy."

"I didn't know that," Bella said with a frown. "I suppose that could be one of those family secrets since it would not bring honor or glory to the family in the traditionalist circles."

"And yet they provide necessary services that are often overlooked," Harry said with a dismissing sigh. "So what should I do with you? With your former husband deceased as his brother, the Lestrange assets are now in your control for the moment. Letting you rot here is a waste and yet you deserve some chastisement for your actions. I suppose I could question you as I did them, but you are at least sensible enough to behave so far."

"It is not as if you could remove me legally at this time," Bella said with a downcast look. "I did do things that would earn some of my time here, if not life. You could cast me from the family removing what I cherish and have been so proud of or give whatever punishment and chastisement you wish."

"True enough," Harry admitted as he looked at her. "Hmm... You have some shields left even with all the hammering the Dementors have done. Perhaps a new start, but it will be quite painful..."

"Whatever my lord wishes," Bella said with a sigh. "While it is important to remain pure, loyalty to the family should have come first. I do wonder what Regulus learned that caused him to hunt him down like a dog?"

"Something that would have likely tarnished his image among all his or at least most of his followers if I was to guess," Harry replied. "I do suspect that the treasure he left in your care was something unexpected. The memories of it that Rudolphus had seem to indicate that at least. It was something more than enchanted, as if... possession!"

"Possession," Bella said with a frown before she suddenly went wide eyed at what the Dark Lord had sunk to. "He couldn't have! It would have slowly driven him insane if he made that many."

"I had wondered how he could have become less than spirit, but more than a ghost," Harry remarked. "I guess that answers that and yet creates more complications. If he was willing to go that far in addition to drinking unicorn blood whatever he has become is less than human and will definitely have inclinations to the darker passions or more so than before even."

"I touched that!" Bella shuddered in disgust as her recollections of that hidden and revolting bit of reading came to her mind. "What effects could that have had on me? Did that make me even more devoted to him?"

"Something at least that can be dealt with," Harry said with a smirk. "Were you aware that while the Black Flame causes physical harm it can also correct mental issues while the White Flame heals the body but can overly smooth the mind?"

"Hmm," Bella said as she tried to see where he was leading. "Would that work?"

"It should," Harry said in a short clip of certainty. "It would be the single most painful thing you had ever experienced though, and there is a risk that your personality might not survive entirely intact."

"It is better than the Dementor's Kiss or just rotting here," Bella admitted. "I will admit that your presence has made me more lucid than I recall being for quite some time. I will admit that while I was not always the most responsible that I was far less insane than before he died."

"We all have our little bits of insanity," Harry answered as he brought both hand to face Bella. "Now while this will be the most painful thing you will likely ever experience and that includes the Cruciatus Curse, I will tell you that the White Flame has proven to be almost unbearably pleasurable. I am not sure what effects it will have with the current state of your mind and body. Still some say a good orgasm is almost a universal cure all..."

As he trailed off, Harry let the slow flow of power condense down his arms flowing like water to pool into the palms of his hand where it began to shape itself into two balls of rippling fire. The fire orbs were licked in slight surges reminiscent of solar flares, and then they seemed to dance around each other before they suddenly shot across the distance between the two with a stream of spiraling flames seeming to defy any rational speed. The flames struck Bella and she was suddenly lifted up and suspended by their force.

Bella had barely a heartbeat to draw a breath before she suddenly screamed from the onslaught. It was as horrifying as it was captivating a sight to behold. For before his eyes, Harry saw the unimaginably painful sight of flesh being consumed before seeming to regenerate. The dead skin and hair were lapped up by the fire and it seemed as if years were being repeatedly burned off Bella. The few nearby prisoners cowered even further in their cells, as unlike the conversation; they could clearly hear the sounds that were coming from someone they knew was not weal and for her to do more than grunt from pain was unexpected.

While this went on, Bella was awash in sensations so intense she could barely form a momentary thought. This pain was glorious in its severity and washed away any belief in her deceased husband's lord as being anywhere close to her proper Lord's power. That she was suddenly as consumed by the blast of pleasure went a far way to keep her from doing more than shrieking her existence. As it was, Bella was oscillating between the two extremes and with each moment her madness was consumed as was her age.

None of the prisoners that heard her were clear headed enough to differentiate the screams as even the ones in pain sounded close to the others. Regardless of anything else, Bella would be completely loyal to her Lord Black, and this experience only cemented his place in her mind. Eventually the madness was gone from her mind and all that showed in her eyes was absolute loyalty mixed with lust and it was a look he had seen in his girls, but there was something just a bit different to her eyes.

"Thank you, my master," Bella managed to whisper out when he let her slump down when he was finished. "Lord Black..."

"You are welcome, my Bella," Harry said softly as he turned to head to his last stop here. "I will see you soon..."

With that Bella slumped to blissful unconsciousness. Her mind was there or at least the memories were there as her personality had been burned away of all the taint and sickness her family and later husband had inflicted on her. She was someone new now, but there were still some things the same. Some of her earlier behavior had been restored and it would be an interesting contrast on the state the two Black ladies were in after they had been broken, melted and reformed. As it was Harry was likely not prepared for what his Dora had finally settled into anymore than Bellatrix had been prepared for becoming Bella or possibly Bel.

After he had finished with Bella, Harry walked a ways away before taking a slightly long deep breath as he let the magic he had called ease down. While he was somewhat gaining experience in calling greater amounts of magic and controlling the flow as he weaved his power and willed it into form, Harry was well aware of the fact that even with the rituals, exercise and other factors that he was not yet in his physical nor magical prime and thus while having greater amounts of magic than his peers was as yet unable to sling it around as easily as more experienced wizards could. It was something that he was working on and was in part why he had a very appreciative reflection on his as yet untracked magical utilization.

'Just more proof that the ones in power are more willing to do what they can to keep it,' Harry thought as he centered himself and reigned enough of his power down not to be influenced by it. 'Muggleborns are told that they cannot practice over the holidays and the only truth of that is that the Ministry monitors the muggle areas and that even the simplest of wards that are on a purebloods home would obscure that. Still from what I have learned I am not underage and if the ministry tried they would find themselves in quite the predicament. Now to deal with the one who is most likely the one who betrayed my parents and yet the evidence gained from the Lestranges make that seem quite fanciful in contrast. The lack of a trial is intriguing and the fact he neither dismissed me as his heir nor any mention of betrayal from him in my parents will.'

Sirius Black's cell was to his right as he headed from his last encounter. While it had not been as he intended, it did leave him with an extra dose of Verisiterum that he could use in the future. It was the fact that he was silent in his approach that he was intrigued by the sight before him.

"Well now this was unexpected, Padfoot," Harry said as he tried not to laugh at the sight of the notorious Sirius Black licking his own balls while looking like a slightly malnourished grim. "You seem to be up to more surprises and I guess it is lucky that you have mostly not had the Dementors coming with seeing people or you likely would be in even worse shape."

With a strangled pop, Sirius Black resumed his disheveled human form. He blinked at the cold figure in front of him while trying to suppress the embarrassment he felt from being caught in the act. At least he hadn't been sucking himself or he might have been more flushed even if he had been trying to lick himself clean.

"So who are you?" Sirius managed to ask between coughs. "I take it that I will be getting animagus suppressing restraints now."

"Why ever would I do that?" Harry asked as he stretched a bit against the wall across from the cell. "You cannot slip through the bars with that form and I am far more interested in how you got here when there is no record of a trial only an order to detain you while waiting for a trial. Such oversights are quite inconvenient, and I am not one to fail to sort out such matters in my business ventures."

"So you still didn't tell me who you are," Sirius said as he was wondering why he wasn't being stunned, chained and then interrogated, "or mentioned why I am of interest to you."

"Do you really need to know yet," Harry said with a smirk. "I do not think so and the matters are about both your family and your godson in particular."

"I don't care if I am stuck in here," Sirius managed to say as for the first time in years he drew magic besides for his change, "But if you have hurt Harry in any way, I will find a way out and kill you."

"Bravo Mr. Black," Harry continued with the same smirk. "It is good to see you are finally acting on your responsibilities in the correct priorities. As for Harry he is far safer than your actions originally left him. Why before you ran off, you left your godson in Dumbledore's care and he promptly abandoned young Harry at Petunia's doorstep without even a few charms to safeguard him or informing them."

"Oh Merlin!" Sirius said in shock before letting things slip do to that. "I never suspected him to do that. Not even when I expected him to merely have to keep Harry safe while I tracked that rat down."

"Ah so you are fairly unconcerned that your leader left you here to rot, but more so with the sorry state he placed your godson in, Harry said with a slight nod of his head. "I guess it is a good thing that things worked out so far for young Harry. He has a rather interesting amount of attention with the ladies already and doing quite well."

"Well that is a good thing even if a bit earlier than we started," Sirius said shocked and relieved that Harry at least inherited something from him more than James. "So what house is he in, Gryffindor like his parents?"

"Ravenclaw actually," Harry admitted with a sigh, "were he is surrounded by intelligent and kinky little things already. It almost makes up for the Dursleys originally trying to crush him completely."

"I cannot get why Dumbledore would place him there though," Sirius said in confusion. "It was fairly common knowledge that her sister had gone middle ages on Lily for being special. Wait you said something about leaving me here to rot..."

"Dumbledore is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and the British representative and head to the ICW," Harry said shaking his head in disappointment. "Do you really think that he couldn't have gotten you a trial or at least spent some time investigating things?"

"I suspected he thought I turned Death Eater like most of my family did," Sirius said dismissingly. "I wonder if that is what Remus thought when we started distancing from him..."

"Yes I just had a bit of a chat with your cousin and her associates," Harry commented with a slight snicker. "I don't think they liked my visit. It was rather unpleasant with their lacking any civility in their behaviors. It just goes to show that breeding can be overcome by inadequate training."

"They do have certain beliefs," Sirius said with a shrug. "I can believe they were hesitant to even imagine anything outside of them."

"True enough," Harry said with a slow sigh. "Still that is in the past and there are more important things to discuss."

"Such as Mr. Mysterious?" Sirius asked with a sigh. "I can tell you have to be someone important enough to get around the guards, but I am unsure who would have an interest in either me or the Lestranges. Still there is little chance you are with the Department, but you do seem to have their style..."

"Department," Harry said as he quickly sorted through who Sirius could be referring to. "Ah the Department of Mysteries you mean. I have no affiliation with them though they would likely wish it to be otherwise. Now as for what I want to know... it is simply... everything..."

Despite the time spent as Padfoot to ease the Dementors assault on his mind, even the notorious Sirius Black would eventually weaken his mental defenses. Besides there was the fact that Harry was quite accurate in that he wanted to know everything. He needed something more than the official and somewhat unofficial records and even he had a moment of irritation for not having pillaged Snape's mind when he had the chance. It would have taken too long as the man had been quite hard to wear down as it had been and more to the emotional attach aspect had allowed Harry his victory in addition to his own formidable training in that art.

He had managed to get Sirius open enough and had found that the subtler magics were easier in this case than the force feeding of Verisiterum and Legilimency probes he had used on the brothers. He had simply woven a rather useful enchantment into his voice and coupled with his rising mental abilities was certain he would know truth from lies. He was however finding his mind split in its attention. One part was doing the subtle sophisticated psychological analysis while the other eagerly prodded the almost lethargic and complacent form of his godfather.

He was now aware that he had some other things to do. Still considering the circumstances it was likely he could not force a trial at this point without exposing his current political state. He wondered if Dumbledore had some bizarre psychology he ascribed to, but considering he was over a century old it was likely considered antiquated or dysfunctionally biased. All he really knew was that he would need to contemplate things as each bit of their discourse seemed to add merely more questions than answers.

'The deeper I dig the more I find scorch earth policy to be attractive,' Harry thought as more of the veneer of the Wizarding world fell away to his exploration. 'They take the government to be corrupt to be as given as any third world dictatorship. That they can even conceive to being the most civilized people in the world is appalling. I suppose that I will be disclosing more of this than I would like as some of this is quite less than germane in regards to us.'

It would be far longer into the day than Harry had imagined when he set out. He was somewhat grateful for the earlier acts as they had topped his reserves than draining them. He would not notice that he had missed lunch and that it would be near dinner by the time he finished this interrogation. If Sirius had been guilty he could have ended sooner and left the man a mental vegetable, but he already was finding a small niggling desire to unleash their researching potential to that problem.

Arriving once more at the Clawson house, Harry contemplated what to do with what he had learned. He would admit at least to himself that while the outing had not been a complete failure that he was somewhat disappointed with what he had discovered. He did have a further loathing for the current system than he had before.

'If they were willing to lock a man away without any proof,' Harry thought as he ghosted along the back steps to the door, 'what would they do to us with what we have done. I will admit that while we haven't committed one of their Unforgivables that we have done things that both sets of laws would find criminal. I guess it is a good thing that there is a tiered legal system we can fall back on if we are ever discovered. Still a few deaths in Azkaban would be glossed over, and now I have a better reason to get to know Neville Longbottom. He may be quite skittish, but considering his past that is not so hard to understand.'

With a nod of acceptance of his recent actions, thoughts and conflicts, Harry opened the door and stepped inside. His trip to Azkaban had been quite informative as well as productive; although, he now had to decide what to do with the way things were going. As he looked around, he could say that he wasn't too surprised by the sight that greeted him as he entered.

"Well now it looks like some people were waiting for me," Harry said as he drank in the sight in front of him. "How have you been while I have been out? Have you been playing nicely while I was away?"

"Master?" the girls managed to sound before snapping to him.

After a few moments of blinking, his question was met and it was as enthusiastic as it was enjoyable. He was quickly mobbed by his girls, and while most of them were wrapping themselves around him in a hug, there was the exception of Dora who exuberantly made her joy at her master's return known by suckling him as soon as she could. That he continued to hug, kiss and touch the rest while she did so was not unusual for them.

"I take it that you all have been good while I have been gone then," Harry said while his hands gave welcoming caresses to his family. "Anne it seems that they all are presentable even if one is being a bit quick to action."

"Yes, sir," Anne said as she cuddled against his side. "We are moistly recovered and your decision was as wise as it was welcome. As for Dora, I think she broke and then rebuilt herself. Also unlike the rest of us, she didn't have any real one on one time with you lately."

"I see," Harry said as he caressed her bobbing head. "Not unexpected from what I found in her aunt. Still the trip was useful and we have a few more leads and some rather unexpected information."

"So what secrets did you get out of them?" Hermione asked in interest from where she was pressed to his right side. "It has to be something to get such a thoughtful response..."

"It seems that the suspicions about Sirius Black were accurate," Harry said with a sigh even as Anne and Sarah joined in with Dora. "He was sent to Azkaban without a trial and is in fact innocent of anything besides bad judgment in trusting Dumbledore to safely raise me for what he believed would be the few hours it took to capture Peter Pettigrew. It seems that Peter is like Black and my father was an Animagus, a rat to be precise. He also managed to escape leaving but a finger and the Aurors just chucked him away on circumstantial evidence after snapping his wand on the scene."

"That would be a very disturbing revelation," Alice said from where she was leaning against his other side. "You went there with the hope of settling matters and a new target comes up. I take it that the Lestranges were more straightforward."

"For the most part," Harry said before smirking at her and capturing her lips in a very enthusiastic kiss. "I also got to do a few live demonstrations to see what the real effects were, and I have to say it was quite exhilarating as well as exciting. The brothers are quite dead and it will be quite some time before I can see Bella recovering. It turned out that more of her legend was out of necessity to create an image to keep herself safe after her aunt may she rot set her and her sister with Death Eater husbands. It was quite shocking to find out that while the two boys tortured our dear Neville's parents to insanity that she was caring for him and contemplating taking him for her own since her waste of a husband could not provide a child."

"That's not all was it," Hermione said with a slight pout as Harry had interspersed his response with teasing Alice. "You must really have some shocking things in addition to that or you would be a bit more..."

"Myself," Harry offered before reciprocating his actions with her. "Now there were a few things that would cause quite a bit of trouble. It seems that piecing it together I found out how our dear problem survived."

"I see," Hermione said a bit breathlessly as she smiled a bit towards Alice. "That would be useful information..."

Harry rendered her unable to continue as he resumed working her up. He was enjoying his return and felt a bit more relaxed after his trip. Perhaps the magic he had used had an effect on improving his mood, or it could have been the way he found amusement in watching the feared Dementors scurry out of his way, but regardless he was willing to enjoy things. Perhaps the discussion with his godfather had helped him decide to spend more time enjoying his life than working on his plans, or it could be the fact that he had entered a room of nude girls and they had immediately welcomed him into their embrace. Still there would be time to lay out all that he learned even if his group's actions were very distracting.

"Will it have an effect on the plan?" Alice asked as she saw Hermione start to surrender to his ministrations. "It is not like he is un-killable..."

"No," Harry said as he released the flushed skin he had been nibbling from his lips. "It just means he is temporarily revivable. He chose such a disfiguring method to try to cheat death and there are a finite number of anchors he could use. I got a lead on one from the interrogations though. Hmm make that more than three."

"So anchors," Hermione distractingly said as her mind tried to jump back to gear. "You don't mean soul jars do you, because that would be just stupid! Seriously it would render the person unable to ever delve into the art and would make them prone to degenerative mind and emotions especially the more emotionally driven magics.'

"Bingo," Harry said with a smirk. "That wasn't all. It seems that the dear Lestrange brothers kept quite the interesting secret. It seems that one of their parents knew who he really was. Now while they hadn't told them his real name, they were quite reluctant to part with the fact that he is in fact not a pureblood. I think that would ruin most of the tacit support that he has going, but there is no proof until we can get his real name and he has done quite the job to erase any connections with who he was to whom he became. Still I suspect that our annoying meddler of a Headmaster knows who he was as he likely either taught him or knows who did."

"So a Slytherin half blood is the most likely one as he claimed to be Slytherin's heir," Hermione began as his response gave her time enough to shake the fog of passion from her mind for the moment. "That is something more for us to look into as well as any recent evidence of Slytherin legacies."

"To gain a clue on to that man's identity," Alice said with a nod of understanding. "I think we should see about having some of the girls do some digging. It seems that a number of them are familiar with the real world; odd that so many squib girls ended up in that type of work."

"It is not as odd as you think," Harry said with a moment's thought on the matter. "They lack the necessary background paperwork for legitimate employment anywhere besides menial labor. They do have less than a dropout's knowledge on the rest of the world and even if they did they would likely fail the checks for better paying jobs since they likely didn't go to any official school. The purebloods really don't care if squibs disappear and often view them as worse than muggles or muggleborns unless they actually get a magical child."

"How cruel," Hermione mussed while she snuggled against him. "So you have some more to tell us and here we are holding you up..."

"True," Harry said as he showed little outward appearances besides his eyes slightly. "Though we could finish this talk either on the bed or cuddled on the couch, I suppose..."

"Yes," Alice said as she looked down to where the three females were cleaning him off while sharing. "The couch wouldn't be that bad and it seems that your newest pet could use a bit more exercise..."

"We have been neglecting her haven't we?" Hermione asked as she wrinkled her nose in thought. "Anne did get to spend most of the day yesterday being screwed out of her mind and we were otherwise occupied. Poor Dora got so little attention overall... so how about just having her sit all full while you finish your tale, master?"

"Could work," Harry admitted as he looked towards the couch. "Might as well start now..."

With that said, Harry lifted Dora up and gently lowered her onto his just recently cleaned and lovingly kissed arousal. He then proceeded to walk with Dora attached to the couch where he sat down and she began to try to ride. Harry was feeling a bit playful so he simply held her as she tried to bounce in his lap. When she continued to squirm, Harry merely wrapped his arm around her waist and held her still while bringing his right hand to squeeze her ass before starting to spank her wriggling ass.

"Dora," Harry chided. "I didn't say you could move. So you will stay still while we finish this business and if you can do this I will let you ride yourself to exhaustion before I bend you over the couch and drive you out of your mind by screwing both your holes. Otherwise you will spend the night trust up and completely untouched while I spend my attention on those more able to follow my orders. Do you understand, my Dora pet?"

"Yes, sir," Dora said while shuddering. "Thank you, sir."

"Good girl,' Harry said while soothing her. "Now Hermione I believe you had something more to ask, you as well Alice..."

"Yes, sir," Hermione said with a sigh as the two sat down to his sides. "Three soul jars?"

"At the least," Harry said with a shiver as Dora found a loophole. "Arithmetically he would have likely gone for seven, but I am aware of three at the moment and suspect a few others. One was entrusted to the Lestranges, one was stolen by Regulus Black before Voldemort killed him, and the third was dealt with already."

"How do you know it was dealt with?" Alice asked from her side. "He would have secured them carefully if he had already lost one. There can only be a finite number of them and even then it tends to have a cost in one's sanity..."

"It seems that Dumbledore realized what the scar was and the ritual removed it," Harry said with a frown. "It would explain why learning some magic was like only having to refresh something that was once learned. I suppose that the amount of magic he put in was added to my own as well as whatever gifts he had at the time. Perhaps I can find a way to better access those memories even if they were most likely dispersed for the most part while an echo of the skills and training remain."

"Having a complete copy of his information would have been beneficial," Hermione said with a slight pout even as his hands moved to caress the pair as Dora struggled not to move any more than she was. "At least there is no chance of him using it to possess you, even if the odds were negligible do to the fortitude of your will. Your personality and skills also mean that magic to influence the mind are likely lessened even if you are more prone to living than existing."

"By my will I exist," Harry mused, "but by my passions I live?"

"Yes, sir," Alice purred even as she looked to see the two submissives not impaled on him kneeling at his feet. "For a time we worried that you would plan and forget to live."

"At least I am not consumed by dreams instead," Harry replied with a smile as he felt the two snuggle and rub against him in excitement. "The thing I wish I could have ascertained was who he was and where he hid his pieces. That would have made things less difficult, but I already have narrowed down that his wand will be necessary to remove the safety that the killing curse does. Raising her as an Infiri is not what I wish as it would not be the same."

"More evidence to the origins of that Aramaic curse," Hermione mussed before her eyes started to dilate and her breathing hitch from his attentions. "'May It Be XXX' indeed..."

"Yes it seems designed to end life without pain in its original form," Harry said with a sigh as he reveled in the sensations he was in and causing. "I suspect that the Death Eaters and modern wizardry does not use it correctly anymore than the other Unforgivables, but that is a concern for a later day. Alice, I believe there were some things that you wanted to ask as well."

"Yes, sir," Alice said with a shudder as she rippled invitingly on his fingers. "Since the plan does not need to be changed, what were your plans for us and yourself to accomplish before you return?"

"Further our research and skills in both the arts," Harry said with a moment's thought. "There is also the Slytherin matter, the Unforgivables and their sources, as well as the need for Anne to get a weapon of her own; however, I suspect that she is planning on what will fit her better. In the meantime we have a few businesses to run as well as other concerns. Hermione, I believe that Salazar Slytherin had a misjudged trait."

"Parseltongue," Hermione replied with a purr. "It is something to think about as it has to do something besides speaking to snakes and the vibrations."

"Ah yes that," Harry said as he momentarily twisted into a grimace of agonizing ecstasy. "It wasn't very common when the school was founded and it is even more so now or at least officially."

"Yes," Hermione squeaked as she found release on his fingers. "It is considered a family gift, though that might be more to its reputation. Anything you wish to delegate to Alice before you drive her out of it?"

"Yes there is and a good job not loosing yourself pet," Harry said with a smirk even as he worked the two girls some more. "Alice I believe that in addition to overseeing the continued ventures here there is the fact that someone will need to be able to keep things up next year while we are mostly all gone."

"I... was... training Sarah... for... that," Alice huffed as she panted from her arousal. "Though one of the girls might make a good replacement second for when we are away..."

"I see," Harry said as he noticed that the girls were either working themselves up or doing so again. "Dora you can move again."

"Yes, sir," Dora said as she stopped trembling and started bouncing in his lap. "Thank you sir."

"You are welcome pet," Harry said with a moan. "I will of course punish you for moving without seeming to do so. Although teaching the others that trick will be something you might enjoy."

Dora's reply was a shriek as she seemed to be driven after all that time on the edge. Things degenerated as had been the case. This time it was Dora that got to ride to her heart's content. The others were still a bit sore even if they were eager to resume playing. Dora did discover that a very good reason that Metamorphs didn't advertise was that besides the female ones being thought of as slightly less than human and to be treated similarly to Veela that their particular self transformations could effectively regenerate their bodies without the typical deterioration of that and there was the inkling to shifting ignoring internal or external ageing.

If Dora had been coherent enough to have realized this, she would have laughed and cried as she repaired her strain and resumed her fun until she collapsed. As it was Dora continued to do so until she blacked out. She did have to only share her time with Hermione when they got back and once summer hit the ones remaining would try to make up for the time apart. All this meant was that besides Sarah the group was certain to be around for a while and even Harry had skimmed the parts that had related to rejuvenation. One never knew when it might be a useful bribe or payment to further ones goals after all.

There were so many better methods to avoid death that the fool's gambit that Voldemort had used was one of the less useful. It had in fact limited the being more than he thought that it had. It was a shame that they would only discover once they had a more complete picture of the past. They were busy, but they were finding enough time to play so as to keep from forgetting what they worked so hard for.

The group would be parting soon with Harry, Dora and Hermione heading back to school while the two younger girls would keep things in Little Whinging running smoothly with Sarah's help. That they were training some of the rest of the peripheral group to be able to run things while they were at Hogwarts was a given. That they would likely have to consent to allowing one or more of the girls to thank their master for all he had done for them was something else entirely. Even with his cold and antisocial demeanor, Harry still seemed to attract girls to him and if it hadn't been for the other boys already being established against Dudley's crew there were beliefs that Harry would have taken over completely and officially stomped Dudley and his bumbling squad already.

'Those nitwits are a bother,' Alice thought with a sigh as she watched Anne finish the last preparation of this experiment. 'Dudley seems to think he is a big fish and he is in this small pond, but he will bring some real sharks in and that would spell trouble. Harry already has to worry about rivals, allies, nemesis and tagalongs in regards to his magical ventures officially without those fools dragging any of the big gangs and their business into the area. At least the Blacks were intimidating enough that we don't have to worry about drug peddling pimps moving into any of our territory. That we can't let the limp shriveled dick and his so called hetero life mate boys draw official attention is a pain in the ass and I don't mean master sliding his cock into it either. Offing his cohorts would be tempting, but too much attention is being drawn here again.'

While Alice was contemplating removing their reoccurring problem, Anne was actually working towards her own weapon. Well her necromantic one that is. Goblin skulls were arranged as she worked to fashion her creation ritual. The others had made theirs in the act of sacrifice and this would be different. The material was already dead and cleaned. Still there was enough blood that she had spilled and even collected just a bit for this. If she ran out she would just see about getting a live goblin to try again. It was a goblin eat goblin world so there was no shortage of terminated goblins to acquire.

Anne slowly double checked things as she prepared to see if her plan would work. Guttural chanting slurring into unintelligible and inaudibility soon came from her lips. The unnaturalness of it broke Alice from her thoughts as she turned to the sight before her. It was very strange seeing the collection of skulls animate and seem to come to life for a moment even as they became fluid and flowed together. Metallic bone skeletal faces swirled about in a cacophony of inhuman horror, but the sudden presence of their damned victims' soul echoes being drawn into the black shadow light dancing around the swirling morphing metal amalgamation.

Alice was used to odd things and knew better than to even accidentally make a sound that could break Anne's concentration. Far too much of the advancing magic they were learning had dreadful consequences for failure. It was one of the reasons it was more an art than the science of wand magic. Still Alice watched with an appreciative eye even as she knew that their master would descend as soon as the tell tale signs of the ritual succeeding or failing passed. Personally she was hoping for it to be a success as even though he was playing with the other girls, he would most likely reward them for advancing so. Even if it failed, she was aware of the increased attention of being punished.

'Sometimes there seems to be a fine line between a reward and a punishment,' Alice thought with a slight smile as she saw the orgasmic bliss that Anne was riding. 'It does seem that Anne has lucked out though as if she truly went too far she might get lost in the power and the passionate pleasure it can cause.'

Still Alice was happy for her friend and let her mind run through things while she watched the experience. In the end the show ended and Anne was left with several pieces of metallic bones that she soon snapped into place. Admiring the view of Anne nude save the new accessories and the collar she had managed to convince her master to allow her to wear, Alice looked over the additions. On her wrists were two bracelets that looked closer to bands with a skull on each while she had similar anklets and her face barely quirked as she saw Anne work out the mode configurations. The anklets could shift to an armored spiked boots while the bracelets lacked the sure intimidation of their master's gauntlets one could not say it was not impressive. The skull resting on each wrist was lined with sharp teeth that could be extended or launched like darts. The activated states were able to act as arm guards in a form of overlaid misshaped skulls before ending in a wicked oval edge at her elbow.

"Now that is impressive," Alice said as she gave a slow walk around her friend. "A little bit more and it would make one hell of a fantasy outfit. Still I think the look will allow us to push some of the more demanding girls' attention away for now."

"Yes, I do think that our darling master will likely feel a bit like ravishing us for this," Anne said with a strange look to her eyes. "Still I feel so good right now that the only thing better would be him; although, I do feel some calmness as an aftereffect. That does not mean that part of me wishes to either offer my body to serve him through service in both meanings of that. Oddly I think I would be as content to be ordered to hunt down any who would cause him problems as to join with him. I do believe that I will likely resume my slightly scattered thoughts when the rush wears out even though I suspect that since this is an amalgam of magic that it would foster a combat mindset. I do think that I will be held to a higher standard than before now..."

"That you will," Harry said as he glided down the stairs with the rest following in tow. "I am impressed with how far the both of you have come. I do think that we will be doing some serious playing while Sarah recovers. She does not have the same innate magic to quicken her healing and thus is sleeping with a few potions to recover. Is there something else that I should be aware of?"

"Well," Anne said with a very enticing stretch. "Besides wanting to test this out you mean?"

"Yes, I can see you wouldn't mind a live practice with your new toys," Harry said as he let his eyes linger over the evidence of the intensity of the ritual used. "Unfortunately there seems to be a lack of idiots in the area. Why we even seem to be short the seasonal irritants, so we will have to wait to find a few test subjects. I will admit that I am somewhat impressed that you haven't lost control yet. That was a rather excessive amount of power you were riding..."

"Fine I wasn't in as much control as I should have been," Anne said with a sigh as she glared at her sticky thighs. "Alice knew better than to interrupt and I should have had you here for precautions. On the other hand, Claire was wondering about things."

"I see," Harry said with a sigh. "So what does the friendliest and most considered coolest babysitter in the area want now?"

"Besides to thank you for the services provided," Alice suddenly interjected with a smirk. "She has been somewhat popular with the girls and has turned down pretty much any guys even though they are available and know better than to talk freely about things. I think she was rather disappointed that she never got the chance to watch you since those people liked to leave you with the cat lady."

"If you hadn't gone to a boarding school," Anne said with a rocking giddy smirk, "she even planned to find a way to underbid her just to get to see you unsupervised."

"Your earlier considerably antisocial behavior was quite the enticement," Alice said with a sage nod. "Though you are not necessarily what most would consider a bad boy, I will state that you are more of what one would consider a bad ass and with your decent looks and eye catching style there is little reason not to think you would get fans. I wonder why you or Hermione hadn't written about you having to avoid the groupies and fanatics at that school."

"You really need to just except a few facts, darling master," Anne said with what she thought was a sage look but just seemed silly. "Only a complete introvert would miss the attention you have always gotten. I would suggest avoiding drawing attention though you do have a tendency to rescue us when we seem like a damsel in distress even if you mostly don't care about other people. So accept that even if you ignore them, you seem to attract the ladies to you."

"I had been wondering about that," Dora said with a thought from where she was kneeling next to him. "I wondered why you hadn't been deluged by fan mail and the usual offers. Christmas and birthday cards at the very least along with proposals for marriage or despite the social norms at least a few offers for some no strings attached sex. To be rather blunt, sir, it is amazing that you haven't woken up with a number of the girls at school sleeping at your door since they couldn't get into your rooms."

"I get it I really do," Harry said with a drawn out sigh even as he habitually caressed Dora and Hermione's heads. "Now I know you lot are as eager to reward our little success as I am. I was planning on seeing that both of you were sufficiently sated to last a bit if not to the next holiday..."

With that said, a smiling and giddy Anne found her master pressed to her back. She practically glowed under his attention and ministrations. He teased her exposed skin while visibly sliding inside her to their appreciative audiences eyes. She was bent slightly at the waist so they could see clearly her master plowing her folds. A strange idea struck her and she bent to grab her ankles. Both of their breath caught at the subtle repositioning before Anne gasped when her new toys shifted to link her arms and legs with her in this position.

"Unexpected," Harry said as he continued to move, "but this is a bit different. I think you three will enjoy the surprise aspects..."

"Oops I dropped a pen," Alice said while Hermione nibbled her lips at the prospect.

"It looks enjoyable," Dora said as she watched Anne's upside down head flush more. "Shame the girls at school squat more instead of bending. I wouldn't mind dropping something if he's behind me like that..."

"Hmmm," Hermione said before muttering. "Ooops! I dropped some books in the stacks... heh... heh... heh..."

"Someone seems to be fantasizing," Alice said giving Hermione a look. "Not that I can blame her though. I think Anne is going to be very happy. Sore, but happy that is..."

"Not even taking that bet," Dora said from where she could see behind them. "Ooh nipple weights! I think he is going to keep going for a bit before he moves to her favorite hole."

"You just want to lap his cream from her when he moves on," Hermione said as she started getting impressions of where this is going. "I don't blame you, but I think I have an idea where he is going."

"Oh! Pray tell what that is?" Alice asked as Anne was driven through another wet climax. "We can guess he is going until a certain point before taking his liberally soaked with her cum cock and after draining a load moving to sink into her ass."

"Yes that is a given concerning what Anne wants," Hermione said with a smirk. "However, I don't think that she will be kept chained like that with her bent that ways. In fact, I believe that Dora will get to lick her while master decides to have us sooth and torment those already excited tits. You must admit that seems like what they would do."

"Agreed," the both said as Anne seemed to splash her face when she came.

They watched while they felt their own moisture flow down their thighs. Hell! They were so enraptured by the sight of Harry prodded her depths and reddened her eager ass that they neglected to find their own release. There was just something that made them unwilling to look away even when she sighed before letting a moan go as he stretched her open and resumed exploring the potential of the new position.

"Ladies," Harry said when he picked her up and carried her while still inside her. "I think a bit of attention from you will help properly convey my satisfaction in dear Anne's success."

Hermione's look said 'I told you so' even as the three moved to join in. Still this was fun and they would get turns of their own soon. In the mean time, Harry was bouncing Anne on his cock while Dora lapped at her cum dripping cunt with the two mistresses teased and tormented her already abused tits. This was her time after all and after she was good and satisfied with her reward they could work on trying the new toys out the old fashioned way.

'This is Heaven,' Anne thought as she felt her beloved master bounce her ass on his unrelenting manhood. 'My master and mistresses using and utilizing me to such heights is more than I can ask for. Why anyone would think this is wrong is unthinkable...'

The group was now at the train station. Alice and Anne had tagged along to say goodbye as well as see where they would be leaving from in the fall. It was the unwanted people that they soon were unable to avoid that caused any problems. It seemed as if fate was trying to compensate the missed meeting from September. For as the group had entered the platform, the Weasley family was soon in their way.

"Hello dears," Molly said causing Harry's eyebrow to twitch for a moment as he squished the sudden impulse of bloody carnage that her voice caused. "How have you been?"

"Do we know you?" Hermione asked as she looked at them. "While we may know the twins, the rest of you are of no interest to us."

Molly blinked for a few moments and drew her breath to start a tirade. She was so used to her verbally getting her way that she was unprepared for anyone to think of cutting her off.

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry said in such a way as to cause her to gasp and loose her breath. "I do not know what you think you know, nor do I care to hear what you believe. We have no willing interaction with any of your family save the twins as they have at least a tolerable personality even if they tend not to contemplate the ramifications of some of their pranks. I will admit that they are neither malicious in their manner nor willing to overlook some of the unpleasant things that could occur, but sometimes they forget that some tricks are more than bothersome and less than humorous."

The twins seemed to alternate from pride and confusion from his words while Molly seemed to be flushed with irritation. While she was flustered and mentally trying to sort out a proper verbal lashing, she failed to notice the shifting in her children's demeanor. Percy seemed flushed with anger while mixed with a pallor for being found out. Ron seemed to be mimicking his mother and about to spew more irrational verbal shit. As for the youngest Weasley, Ginny was having a hard time not either fainting or drooling seeing The-Boy-Who-Lived up close. In fact, her body language screamed that if given a moment she would squeal before throwing herself at Harry.

"Though considering how you respond to anything or anyone not conforming to your beliefs we can see why your older sons moved as far away as they have," Hermione said with a calculating look at Molly and her brood. "You seem to believe that there is no difference between mothering and smothering and seem to think that you can walk in and suddenly do so to Harry. Neither he nor I need such as we are quite happy with our families as it is."

"Dears," Molly managed to say while trying to emotionally guilt them. ""I was just trying to help with you being friends and all..."

"The twins would never sick you on someone they liked," Harry said with a sickening laugh. "As for Percival and Ronald, we prefer to avoid them and their poor attitudes whenever possible. I don't know what you did raising them, but they both have issues. Percival while ambitious seems to lack the social skills not to alienate those that could help them, well unless they are teachers or other such adult figures. He is the person that one would test their character with power and see it goes to their head. The younger years are more intimidated than willing to seek him out to fulfill his duties and I have heard that some of the students in the other houses are wondering if he will last as a prefect let alone become Head Boy."

"As for Ronald," Hermione dragged out the name with loathing, "I find him to be an emotionally stunted child that seems annoyed that he cannot simply get by with playing games, eating and sleeping. That he tried to convince some of our shier housemates to actually write his homework is despicable. While you may be smothering you seem to lack the maternal understanding of when to apply appropriate punishments. Still I am amazed that you didn't send a howler to intimidate him into actually studying."

"Ronald Billius Weasley," Molly shrieked at her son. "Was there a reason that you haven't told me this? Do you realize how embarrassed I am now?"

"You really think this will straighten him out?" Dora asked Hermione in interest. "I mean we could have waited a few more months and he would have either had to fail out or repeat the year."

"Dumbledore is against us skipping a grade as it is," Hermione said with a sigh. "So we know he will likely just give the boy remedial lessons since they are more than acquaintances. As it is we can use the extra time to delve deeper into the various libraries. Considering that the Crabbe and Goyle boys are doing similar there is a chance that as long as they are so called purebloods that they will be retained. I am amazed that more of the muggle raised or born are not failed out based on Snape."

"He was a good motivation to self study potions if one wished to know anything," Dora commented as she watched the wincing of the annoying brat. "Too many of our schoolmates don't see potions as the fundamental that it is. Snape has done a wonderful job in diminishing any potential Aurors, Healers and other skilled jobs that need more than household potions. Still the competent brewers make money and the increased demand is good for business even if it decreases the pool for innovation."

"When have they wanted innovation?" Harry asked as he watched Molly turn to Percival as well. "Most wizards are becoming even lazier and closed minded. Well at least those in England and the Continent as I have some interesting correspondences with some to the east and west. Still he will eventually have to find his niche here or like his successful older brothers move elsewhere."

"I don't see that happening," Alice commented as she thought over the interesting report she had garnered from the escorts. "Ministry jobs are more based on blood and connections than actual skill, or at least the administrative ones are. There are no muggleborn department heads and one is lucky to reach a certain glass ceiling as a half-blood. Their children might do better if they marry purer, but outside of the cover-ups of bastard scions there is little hope unless they are exceptionally skilled enough to be considered a cadet house."

"Given a few decades to centuries they will be no reason to stay here," Anne said with a frown. "They seem to get dumber and weaker with each generation; more deviants to cull though."

The last was said with a predatory shine as she swept her eyes across the assembled magicals. It was true from what they had seen. More purebloods were producing squibs which more of the families seemed to cull on their own. Too many of the elitists were noticeably weaker physically, mentally, magically and morally than their parents. That the remaining Dark Families were without knowledge of transferring magic was the only reason that they hadn't tried to increase the perpetuation of muggle filth stealing their children's magic.

'If the Ministry ever found those rituals I see them likely breeding the muggleborns before ripping their magic to give to their squibs if not themselves,' Harry thought with a swift gaze over the assembling Dark Families. 'Voldemort was able to get so far as he did in part to appealing to these people's fear. Perhaps the reason that those that know he was really a half blood descendent of Slytherin were willing to put aside those factors. He would have likely done better if he had at least an heir or two to continue the line. He did seem more concerned with his own power and survival than really revitalizing this decaying world.'

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked as she saw the emotions that she could barely see under his mask. "Ah I see the Malfoy delegation is approaching. Is it me or is the younger too stupid or hardheaded to learn even with Pavlovian conditioning? It is eerily odd how similar those two are..."

"Too similar to get along and yet try to keep their hatred with minor differences," Harry said with a sigh as he watched the Weasleys notice their hated enemies. "This will at least be somewhat amusing. For all their attempts at being civil socially, they are no different than other people and if the situation calls for it would gladly shed their presumptions of civility. If either suspected that they could revitalize their families they would do whatever it takes. Malfoy already murders, rapes and worse for his agenda. The Weasley family while more tolerant of muggles are not that different."

"Dehumanizing," Hermione realized with a start as the two groups verbally bantered with each other. "They don't see my parents as people and they think I am barely better. Like a monkey in the zoo being taught tricks. There is more to it than just that though, is there not?"

"Got it in one," Harry said with a sad look. "Even the Weasleys don't really see them as people even if they are not overly malicious in their dealings with them. They would obliviated if it simplifies things without much concern. I even think that it is in part due to their unwillingness to hire people that have more than a very peripheral view of the greater world. I don't think you have looked over the muggle studies books yet, have you?"

"No," Hermione admitted with a sigh. "I was tempted to take it to see what they think, but I have the feeling I won't like it?"

"You wouldn't," Harry said with a shake of his head. "If I didn't know better, I would almost believe that those aware of them keep them ignorant of such matters. You did notice the complete lack of mathematics, physics, chemistry and similar disciplines here."

"Yes, it seemed odd," Hermione said with a distant look as she started piecing things together. "Do they really care how things work or just that they can make their life easier?"

"You got my main dislike about all our time here already," Harry said with a smirk. "There is no way that I would tell them about any of the more risky things. They have no scientific knowledge greater than primitive gun powder and there seems to be a reason for it. Can you imagine what would happen with their blasé practices and high technology matters?"

"I see," Hermione said with a wide eyed look and full body shudder. "So you think someone in the government is making sure that they have no idea about things or is it just their own belief in their superiority?"

"Could be both I suppose even though a government conspiracy is possible if unlikely," Harry said as he shuddered at what passive probes of Arthur produced. "They are more sheep like than the normal plebs."

"Fleece the sheep, squicks the meek and thumb the toffs?" Alice asked with a humorous smirk. "It is nice and if anyone needs to be truly fleeced it is these sheep."

"Yes and we have a few more months to deal with while we try to further our own agendas without squicking them too quick," Harry said as he watched the older Weasley barely constrain himself from the Malfoy elder's taunts. "Still we should be off. Alice, Anne, I expect you two to keep your studies up. Dora, Mine, let us go!"

With that the three parted from their friends and walked past the disturbance that the two families were causing. They ignored the puppy eyed look the youngest female Weasley shot as well as the appreciative gaze from Narcissa. Regardless of the crowd's choosing to part, the group readily made their way onto the train. They were heading back to school in a castle with plenty of secrets to unravel. They were not the only ones trying to figure out things. As they traversed the train to claim a compartment, there were plenty of people interested in trying to figure them out or at least getting the courage to talk to them.

'Why do I keep hiding when he passes?' a pair of blushing Hufflepuffs thought before returning to their compartment to lock the door and calm down from the incident.

They were not the only ones as the group had been dressed in casual clothes. A number of the boys as well as girls were soon spending more of the trip daydreaming and fantasizing than the usual catch up. That group seemed like a welcome change of air to the stuffy society. Little did they know that it was just the beginning.