The next day, Harry took Lyra and went to Black Manor. They popped in outside the wards. As Harry approached, he looked around and sighed. Nothing looks different, yet everything was different. At the wards boundary, Harry 'knocked'.
Mipsy popped in and rushed forward to hug Harry while crying. Harry held out his arms and Mipsy leapt into them sobbing at losing another family member. Mipsy has been with the family over 200 years, her family for over 2000. Harry set her down and asked, "Do you wish to stay head elf?"
"I will stay head if you wish."
Harry nodded, "Bring the elves and I will take up the mantle. I also need individual elves for myself and my three ladies. Oh, and my regent Andromeda Tonks. Each of us is to have a team of three elves taking turns watching over us at all times…even happy-fun times, just be discrete." Soon over 84 elves have connected to Harry as the Lord Black.
"You must take the ring now. Come." Mipsy said.
Harry expected the ring to be back at Gringotts, but Mipsy led him to Arcturus…no his office. Harry went to the hidden vault and pricked a finger running his blood and magic over the door. It vanished and suddenly the hidden compartment was visible. Sitting in the compartment, was the Earl Ring. When Harry picked it up, it instantly switched with the Heir Ring which was now in his palm. Harry put the Heir ring down, and looked at the Earl ring. Nothing was happening.
Lyra watching Harry, said "Harry, take the oath and then the ring will bond with you."
Harry nodded and released his magic. His eyes glowed their green, almost clear white and the ring responded by glowing a brilliant red before turning jet black. Harry's eyes then went Black and a black aura appeared surrounding his body. He oathed, "I Hadrian James Potter Black swear to take up the mantle of the Black of Black. I will hold family first, and keep my honor and my magic pure. I will be the judge and if necessary, executioner of the Black Honor and keep the family pure, following the Black Code. I swear it. So Mote It Be." The black aura flared up and quickly imploded into Harry locking the oath into his core. He was now the 79th Black of Black.
Lyra went down on one knee with her head bowed, "So Mote It Be! The Black RISE!" Harry was standing there with the power of the family magics adding to his own. It was all coursing through him. His eyes were Black from the family magic, and he appeared to be listening to something. He then looked at Lyra and held out an open hand. A ring flew out of the vault and slapped into it. Harry with his eyes still Black, and now bored into Lyra, "Swear!"
Lyra with wonder in her eyes stared up at her lord in all his glory. "I Lyra Black, who in a previous life, was Bellatrix Black swear absolute loyalty to the Black family, and by extension to its Lord, the Black of Black. I will obey you, advise you, bear and raise the next lord and all their siblings, defend you, follow you, and love you. I swear to defend, advise, and rule the Black Family in your name, with your intent. I swear it. So Mote It Be!"
Harry while sliding the Countess Black ring on her, "So Mote It Be. The Black Rise!" With noticeable difficulty, Harry was able to restrain the Black magic, and his eyes returned to green while still looking at Lyra. "Total disclosure during the oath likely saved your life. My ring was telling me who you where, and what was done. So, Arcturus gave his life to regenerate Bellatrix who is now Lyra. How much of Bellatrix remains?"
Lyra was still kneeling in front of him, with her Countess ring on her left hand. She clenched her hand into a fist, "I directly remember very little. I have a sense I never killed outside combat. I never tortured, or purposefully harmed children. It was known I didn't tolerate rape, as I did torture those who sexually harmed witches in my presence, muggle women too. I even have a memory of placing Neville Longbottom in a closet and magically hiding him. I remember this because my 'husband and his brother' tortured me to make me disclose him. I never did. I was under a malediction placed by that Blood Traitor Walburga to obey Lestrange. It drove me mad when I refused to obey and hurt another Black."
She frowned in memory, then looked back up at Harry, "Lord Black led a ritual involving my sisters and Sirius, which sacrificed his life to break the Malediction. To do so and regain my sanity, I had to effectively, lose everything from the point I was cursed. It was done just before my 14th name day."
Seeing the question in Harry's eyes, "I don't remember much more than I have mentioned. Just hazy dreams. I seem to have regained the knowledge of the Black magic. The countess ring has given me back the Black magic my magic had mastered, and by extension much of my other learning. We will need to be careful as Dumbledore will be suspicious of my post NEWT Black and DADA knowledge. The fact that you have pushed yourself so far ahead will muddy the waters as we will claim similar training for me, only mine started at 5."
Harry gently clasped her hand and raised her up. "If I hadn't oathed my Soul-mate that I would not Sex someone with emotional attachment, I would be inside you now. The rings both appear to want consummation."
Lyra interpreted his wish as a command, and started removing her clothes, "Use my body as you will, my Lord."
Harry became very irritated. He hated mindless obedience. "STOP! I will not just shag you, especially the first time! Arcturus, and more importantly Hermione does not wish it. I will make Love with you Lyra. We just need Hermione present so I can start to fall in love with another mother of my children."
Lyra no longer pulling her clothes off and with wonder in her eyes, "You will really try to love me?" she asked with some disbelief.
"I only want Hermione." Harry said with conviction. He then smiled at Lyra, "However, Hermione knowing you are in our lives forever, wished us both to love you too. It seems Hermione demands I love all three of my wives and not just her. I can't fault her reasoning or heart. It is one of many reasons why I love her so much. She wants it, so if you will love her, I will try to love you too."
Lyra with hunger in her eyes, quickly stood up. "Well lets GO!"
Harry grabbed Arcturus' Will from the vault and closed it. He called Mipsy "Give the Heir ring and Arcturus' Will to Skullcracker. Tell him Lord Black said to activate it." Mipsy then left while Harry set the house wards to WAR and locked down the house. Currently only the two of them, and the elves could return. He would deal with that later.
Harry called his new personal elf, Dody and was transported back to the Tonks.
Harry and Lyra came in the back door and ran into Andy. Andy, feeling the change in their magic, took one look at Harry, and noticed his ring. She glanced at Lyra's and curtseyed to Harry saying emotionally "Lord Black."
Harry shook his head, "Not in this house Num, even if there are more than just family here. Though, I should give you a paddling you will remember, or have Ted do it. Lyra fortunately told me everything, before that ring went on, or she could be dead now. That screw up, could have made Arcturus' death pointless. My ring was informing me of everything as soon as hers went on."
Andy frowned at this screw up, "Merlin's saggy bollox! We didn't know of that ability. What happens now?"
Harry decisively replied, "Arcturus' Will gets activated, you get named my regent until I'm of age. I am the Black of Black, but not yet Earl Black. We need a public bonding ritual for Lyra and to activate the contract I know is already written and in play. However, now I am finding Lady Hermione and taking Lyra to bed to make love to her. The Black magics insist on consummation. She is past her second maturation and on potion."
Harry looked at Lyra who demurely nodded with a smile. "So, it is time we consummated our arrangement. A little out of order perhaps, but since she had to suffer through a lifetime of abuse, I believe it's time she finally discovers what it is, to have a wizard who cares about her, love her."
Andy paused, and acquiesced with a nod. Looking back at Harry, "You are OK with this?"
Harry paused and looked at her with some irritation, "No I am not. However, I understand the reasons, and agree in principle with them. It will depend on when and how Hermione finds out. She is the one who can claim injured party. Let's hope she does not. So help me, if she decides you all deserve to be caned, you will scream."
Turning to Lyra, "Come, it's time you were opened. Your previous life never happened."
Harry went to his chambers and found Hermione and Luna there. Harry took one look at the two of them, then looked at Hermione, "You know." Turning to Luna, "You told her."
Luna hearing the DAD 'get the strap voice' ran behind a chair, her face going white. "Please don't strap me!" Luna pleaded.
Harry saw the fear in her eyes, and went cold. "I can't deal with this. I'm sorry Lyra, I just can't." and he left.
Hermione was furious and rounded on Luna, "What in Merlin's name was that? You made him beat you. Time and time again, he asked to stop and you made him continue. Now, knowing how he can't deal with a loved one fearing him, you do this? Give me one reason, not to beat you bloody right now!"
Seeing Lyra angrily moving toward Luna, Hermione turned to her. "And you 'Lyra' will stay out of this! The last thing we need is for your old habits to reappear."
Lyra was suddenly pissed at being thought to act like Bellatrix did. She yelled, "We were coming up here to open me! Harry promised to show me love for the first time. He knew in all my years; I only knew torment and abuse. How would the two of you like to experience your husband and his brother raping and beating you so regularly, you came to believe that was normal love making? And this little bitch ruined that!"
Hermione looked back at Luna, "Why Luna? Never once did you use a safe-word. At any time, you could have stopped Harry, and you never did. How could you possibly fear him knowing that?"
Luna wailed with tears running down her face, "If I used a safe-word, it would have broken the agreement. Then it was almost guaranteed I would have been a play-thing of the unspeakables. You say I could have. In truth I could not, and I can't help believing Harry knew that. Part of me believes he hit me harder, to free him from the agreement. I know that was the lie we told the other students, but it makes so much sense! It isn't rational, but I am afraid of him spanking me now."
Lyra suddenly shocked to realize what they were really talking about, "Wait a minute! You both know who I was? Why aren't the two of you afraid of me?"
Hermione with a look of compassion and understanding, "Luna explained how you were under a malediction, continuously raped and tortured. How you went insane resisting the curse forcing your obedience when asked to hurt innocents…or Blacks. Yet despite all that, you did not hurt children, stopped all rape you could, and never killed outside combat. Luna was very convincing."
Lyra, conflicted after being defended by this girl who hurt her lord, nevertheless said coldly, "Damn you Luna. I was ready to send you away. Still, you can't be here when Harry returns. Go to a guest room. We will see you tomorrow, if our Lord wills it. The simple solution to your fear is our Lord will never discipline you again, I WILL. You think he made you scream? Get your head on straight witch! Go!" Luna crying hard, bolted out of the room. After watching her go, Lyra shook her head and started leaving.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.
"Harry is more like me than you can imagine." Lyra answered with emotion, "We both understand suffering, fear, and pain. I would be down in the dueling room trying to distract myself. I am going down there to convince our Lord he isn't a monster."
She turned to Hermione. "I need you to release Harry from his vow to not love another witch without you present. I'm not saying things will go that far, but if this works, Harry will need permission to make Love to me, and mean it. Don't worry, Harry has made it abundantly clear to me, you are the Alpha and the Omega. He may come to love me next to you, but never instead of you."
Hermione looked at her for a second, "You have it. Tell our lord, I release him from his vow when it comes to you, but only you." Lyra nodded and left. As she left, she ran into Andy. After explaining what happened with Luna to Andy, she went to find Harry, while Andy went for Luna.
Lyra was correct. Harry was in the dueling room attacking the two dueling dummies with vicious spells. Lyra was seriously impressed with the breadth and speed of his casting. Harry was a creditable threat at 14 years old. Once Harry paused, Lyra instructed, "If you substitute a shield breaker for that bone breaker in your third chain, it will be faster and more effective. The bone breaker works against a lesser opponent, but a good one will have a proper shield up that needs to be brought down before the finishing curses can work." Harry thought and nodded about the change. "You owe me a shag, or at least an opening."
Harry paused and started shaking his head no, when Lyra continued, "You know you aren't a monster, don't you? You and I know what real monsters are. We both suffered a life-time under them. Luna is a SEER. She lives in a world of possibilities and gets confused and trapped by the maybes she experiences in her dreams. Sometimes, she is reacting to one of those instead of the real you. I am sure in some possibilities you did abuse her. It doesn't excuse her actions; it just explains them. If I can deal with the occasional terrified look when she mistakes me for one of those evil Bellatrix versions, you sure as Merlin can."
Harry just sat down hard. "It HURT; you know? I thought she understood what the fear of my loved ones does to me. To have her look at me that way…"
Lyra sat down in front of Harry. She looked earnestly in his eyes, "I don't think she meant it. No that's not accurate. She is afraid of being strapped by you. She is afraid the same way our children will be when they realize they have earned discipline. It is normal. Hermione and I need discipline so have paradoxical reactions. It is actually a good thing one of your wives fears discipline like a normal witch. Otherwise, when a daughter looks at you in terror when you shake your strap loose, you will be gutted." Harry just looked at her.
Lyra huffed, "Harry, I craved the strap, the paddle, the hand. However, I have two normal sisters. Well normal for alpha, hard as nails, driven, and stubborn Black Witches. Still, when they had earned our father's discipline, their eyes were full of fear, if not outright terror, as they most definitely did not enjoy his strap. He made it HURT…as he was supposed to. It didn't mean they didn't love father, they did. They just had an extremely healthy respect for the consequences of disobeying."
"You need to talk to your sisters about their feelings for dad. Then, you need to talk to Andy about what she feels when Ted comes at her with punishment in mind. Finally, you need to talk to Ted about what is required to be a loving husband and father. How he feels when he sees that terror in his witches' eyes as he approaches to discipline them. Like all things in this world, discipline can be abused. Because something can be abused, doesn't make it automatically wrong. Just the abuse is wrong. Rely on your witches to let you know if you are going overboard. It is our job to moderate and advise you. Trust us."
Harry looked troubled, "How do I avoid seeing the Dursley's in Luna's or my children's eyes when they fear me? Thinking I am no better than they were?"
Lyra shook her head, "You can't. This is the price we pay for being abused as children. You need to remember your cousin, who was never disciplined. He was abused, just as much as you. Both of you suffered extreme forms of abuse. You, too much punishment. Your cousin, far too little. Both of you were damaged from it. Didn't you say your uncle enjoyed hurting you? Emotion is the key. To avoid abusing a child, or your witches, never discipline when angry, or take pleasure from it. If you stay unemotional, it is a job, nothing more. If you are angry, have them strip bare and stand in a corner awaiting the strap. Then go and CALM DOWN. Trust me, waiting bare for a spanking makes the spanking ten times worse, and a hundred times more memorable."
"Lastly, always talk about the punishment, immediately afterwards. Calmly, make them understand and repeat why the punishment occurred and how to avoid it in the future. Always end the episode, reminding them how much you love them, and how you did not enjoy disciplining them almost as much as they didn't enjoy getting it. Just don't ever say it hurt you more than them, no child hears that as anything other than a lie."
Harry with a small smile, "Both Cissa and Andy used those very techniques when they paddled me. I just wasn't seeing the significance."
"What do you think your sisters will say after being raised up with these techniques?"
Harry with sudden understanding, "Oh Merlin! Nym actually told us when explaining spanking to Hermione. We had just met her on the train to Hogwarts as firsties, and didn't understand why spanking was so prevalent in the wizarding world. Nym said that while she did not enjoy the paddling of her mother, she fully expected to do the same to her children to raise them properly. I have to assume the opinion would be similar for her Wizard, and she would expect him to appropriately reinforce her discipline with his strap."
Lyra nodded, "Sounds correct, and mimics my current beliefs after watching my sisters. If not sure, just ask Nym. Also, talk to Ted, Earl Greengrass, Lord Diggory, Mr. Granger. All raised strong minded, well-adjusted, disciplined kids, and appear to have happy witches on their arm. Ask how their discipline works and why." Lyra then looked at Harry with longing and hope, "Now are you going to shag me or what?"
"It wouldn't be good for you, as without Hermio-"
Lyra put out her hand and covered Harry's mouth with concern in her eyes. Harry stopped talking and waited looking at her. "I asked Hermione to give you leave. She said, you can love me without her present, but only me. She understands, I know you love her first and always." Looking at Harry with hope in her eyes, she continued, "Can you just love me…a little?"
Harry said with surprise, "She gave us permission?"
"Harry, I swear it is so" magic swirled around her indicating the truth. "I am a woman, and a Slytherin, so there will be times I try to mislead you…and expect to be disciplined if caught. However, I will never overtly lie to you, and certainly not about oaths and anything important to the Black family. If you are concerned, ask for a vow. I can't mislead you with that."
Lyra took off her clothes and kneeled in front of Harry with her knees wide and offering her sex to him. "Now my Lord, you said you would open me and use sex to pleasure me…please?" she begged.
Harry nodded, got up and pulled out a storage case. Lyra looked on puzzled while Harry opened the case and pulled out a glowing blue beaker. "Take a swallow of this. It will make opening you enjoyable and not painful."
Lyra opened her mouth to argue.
"Do as you are told Lyra!" Harry ordered with irritation, "If you want to be loved and not disciplined, stop arguing."
Lyra still puzzled, took the beaker and tipped a swallow into her mouth.
Harry then took it back and put everything away. While that went on Lyra kneeled there as she felt a warmth spread down from her stomach into her lower regions. At the same time her nipples became hard and sensitive. She then felt her sex getting wet, engorged, and tingly. Wow, she usually needed to be paddled to get this response! She reached down and ran her fingers along her vulva feeling the tingling settle into her clit.
While this was going on, Harry removed his clothes after putting everything away. Lyra then seeing Harry bare shifted forward and grabbed his dick.
Harry surprised by the sudden and unexpected grip on him, asked "Bu-"
Lyra interrupted, "Now Hermione told us you needed to be sucked off three times because of your premature ejaculation. You heard her too. So, I will get started." And she started sucking on Harry.
Harry groaned, first in embarrassment, then when she figured out exactly what he liked. Just as in the past, Harry shot after 4 minutes, and Lyra continued on. She was able to get him to shoot two more times before Harry finally said, "OK, now it's your turn. I should be able to shag you long enough to make you fall now."
Harry then lay Lyra down and started playing by licking her nipples. He found out Lyra's breasts were very sensitive and softly biting her nipples when this aroused, threw her into her first climax. Harry continued down her body and folded her legs up by her shoulders. This presented her vulva...and her anus. With a grin Harry made her climax by licking her anus after casting a cleaning spell. Lyra had never experienced that and found out she loved it. After those two, Harry finally started on her vulva and clit. Licking her majora, and then minora, Harry was being very thorough. He then started on her clit while fingering her and stimulating her G-spot.
Once Harry pulled her third climax out of her, Lyra begged "Please my Lord. Enter me, I need to feel you inside me." Lyra lay with her legs widely to the sides while caressing herself.
Harry lubricated his dick in her folds, slapping her clit with his dick, and rocking back and forth in her folds. He then moved his penis through her folds, and roughly pushing over her clit until he caught in her entrance and penetrated her.
Lyra gasped as Harry entered her an inch and stopped while she adjusted to the stretch. He then would pull out and go back in slightly farther. After about a dozen pumps his pelvic bone squished her clit between their pelvic bones. Harry then pulled out and pushed in to the root. Watching Lyra's face, he changed the angle until he saw her gasp on penetrating her. Harry then repeated what was likely stimulating her G-spot on each stroke, again and again. Soon Lyra was shaking and sweaty with the rising tension in her body.
Harry continued as he felt his own release bubbling up and just as he knew she was near. Harry reached down and pinched her clit hard just as he started shooting. Lyra let out a shriek and yelled "Harry!" as she felt him shooting in her depths. At the same time, she clamped hard around his dick and had a huge climax too.
Harry kept pumping in her until he was going soft and Lyra relaxed. He then collapsed on top of her and lay there. Lyra just enjoyed the weight of his body pressing down on her, with his dick slowly softening inside her. Whispering in his ear with tears in her eyes, "That was lovely Harry. Thank you."