1. I don't hate him enough yet.
I opened my eyes when I appeared in an old-fashioned room. I looked around and saw paintings of old sleeping people. Now, who would collect paintings of sleeping people? I turned and saw a perch for a bird, a big old-fashioned desk, and a throne-like chair behind it. This is getting weird. Slowly, I started to think I was on a movie set.
Then I came to my senses. I was walking in the city a few moments ago. How did I end up here? Last I remember was hearing someone yell "Watch out!" and a lot of pain… crap! I died? What is this? No, it is not heaven, there are no virgins to serve me or little angels with wings… although I would prefer the serving virgins. It is not Hell either, no devils with pitchforks or Succubi. I looked at my hands, they are young, not wrinkled at all.
While I was inspecting my hands, I saw some writing on one of them: I must not tell lies? Who the fuck would tattoo that on their hand? Wait a fucking minute! I hope this is a movie set and I am cast as Harry Potter, or I am screwed!
I closed my eyes and tried to remember. Suddenly, years of memories slammed into my brain. Ten years of sleeping in a cupboard. Hagrid taking me to Diagon Alley. The years at Hogwarts and the holidays at that hell hole. The Basilisk, Dementors, the Tournament, and that Bitch! Last but not least, the Prophesy disaster and Sirius falling through the veil.
Then the arrival of Dumbledore, late, as always. Crap, I am fucked. The emotions of losing Sirius overwhelmed me. Maybe that is a good thing to wallow in them. I would not convince Dumbledore otherwise.
I sat down in a chair and went over my memories. Boy, I am an emo sucker! Not once did I think before I acted. I was led by a leash from one disaster to the next one, and Dumbledore holds the leash.
One by one, the paintings opened their eyes. One of them said, "Ah, the Potter boy, what are you doing here this early?"
I did not answer, another one asked, "Does that mean that the Headmaster will return?"
I just nodded once. That got them excited and started them to cheer. Twenty minutes later, Dumbledore flooded into his office. He said, after putting baby Fawkes on his perch, "You will be happy to know none of your friends will have lasting damage from your adventure in the Department of Mysteries, Harry. Madam Pomfrey is patching them up as we speak. Nymphadora Tonks will have to spend some time in St Mungo's."
When I did not answer or react, he continued, "I know how you feel, Harry. I know what it is like."
I snapped at him, "Do you know how I feel, Dumbledore? Did you ever lead your friends into a trap? Did you get fooled by a Dark Lord and cause one of the most important people in my life to die? Then you are a shitty leader, Dumbledore. Why were you so late to arrive?"
Dumbledore closed his eyes for a few seconds, then he said, "I know how you feel, Harry. Those emotions show how much you care. The guilt you feel for Sirius's death is part of who you are. I am partly responsible for Sirius's death, too."
I asked, "How?"
That started the Dumbledore-No-Jutsu, spouting bullshit until we are numb and agree with everything he said. Taking the blame at first with 'You don't hate me enough' and putting it on my shoulders at the end of his rambling. We followed the script almost completely, including his sob story that he cared for me too much and the contents of the prophecy.
At last, he defended his decision on the Occlumence lessons, "I noticed that Voldemort had a unique connection with your scar, and it amplified after his resurrection. I feared and was proved right that Voldemort would use that connection to influence you."
I bit at him, "Then you should have said, Harry, Voldemort is trying to control you through your scar! All you did was run away from me!"
He sighed sadly, "A mistake I regret to this day, Harry. I arranged for Professor Snape to give you Occlumency lessons to close that connection."
I laughed bitterly, "That idiot didn't teach me at all. He made it worse."
Dumbledore chided me, "Professor Snape, Harry. As a professor, I demand you show him respect."
I shook my head, "That man doesn't deserve my respect. From day one, he was bullying me, and hasn't stopped yet. He is a horrible person and an incompetent teacher. Any clown that can copy a recipe on a blackboard is a better teacher than that bastard."
Dumbledore looked coolly at me. "I am sure you are exaggerating, Harry. Professor Snape has my complete trust. He showed his skills multiple times to the world. I demand that you show him the respect he deserves."
I shrugged, "Whatever lets you sleep at night, sir. How many Newt students graduated over the last fifteen years in his class? How many were not from Slytherin? It seems that Snape isn't the only incompetent one here. It is your duty to make sure your professors do their job, and you failed at it miserably... sir."
I showed him the writings on my hand, "You failed me multiple times, sir. Can I go now, sir?"
Frowning, Dumbledore nodded, "You can go now and cool off, Harry. We will speak again later."
Xxxxx
I made my way to the Room of Requirement and asked for books on removing spells from my body. Then I entered. The room had a couch, a table, and a bookcase loaded with books about removing all kinds of spells. I imagined books about removing listening spells, three big books landed on the table in front of me.
Ten minutes later, all listening spells are silenced, there were a lot of them on my body and clothes. Next are the tracking charms. I called out, "Dobby?"
Dobby popped in, "Master Harry needs Dobby?"
I asked, "Dobby, can you bring my trunk and all my possessions here, please?"
A snap of his fingers made my trunk arrive. After silencing the listening spells on my trunk and clothes, a book had a spell to move spells from one object to another. With great patience, I moved all the trackers of my trunk and clothes to one of Lockhart's old books. Yeah, they are still in my trunk, I don't know why. The trackers and listening spells on my body went on an old sock.
My invisibility cloak had the worst kind of spells on it. It took an hour to remove them all. Spelled Demiguise hairs were sewn in the seams. No wonder Moody could see us, my cloak would light up like a Christmas tree for someone who has Mage sight, has glasses, or an eye spelled to see magic enchantments.
I called Dobby again. Dobby popped in, "Master Harry be needing Dobby again?"
I nodded and showed my hand, "Umbridge used blood quills to make us write lines. Can you enter her office and remove all of my blood? She could use that to make contracts. She will not be returning here, so vanish all her possessions. Except, bring those blood quills and all the parchment with our blood on it to me. I can use that as evidence."
Dobby returned twenty minutes later with a stack of papers and five blood quills. "Dobby had to go to bitches' house to get all the blood, Master Harry. There be a lot of them."
Hmm, it is a good thing I read about that trap in a fan fiction. I could lose everything that way. I patted Dobby's head. "You did good, Dobby. Is there anything you want? I want to reward you. If not for you, she would steal the last knut from me."
Dobby looked shyly at me, "Can Master Harry bond with Winky? Winky is in bad shape and will die soon."
I said, "I would have thought you'd ask that for yourself, Dobby. But I will bond with Winky if you want to. What about you? Do you want to stay free? I could hire you if you want."
Dobby shook his head, "Dobby already accepted Master Harry as his Master. Dobby did that of free will. Magic accepted it."
He eyed up at me, "Master Harry needs to agree to complete the bond."
I put my hand on his head and said, "I, Harry James Potter, accept Dobby into House Potter."
There was a nice flash to confirm the bond. "Dobby, get Winky here, and I'll bond with her too."
Dobby popped in with Winky, the poor thing was piss-drunk and stunk like piss too. I want to get it over with and put my hand on her head. "I, Harry James Potter, Heir of Sirius Black, want to accept Winky in House Black. Does Winky accept?"
Winky narrowed her eyes to see who was talking to her. "Whose be wanting bad Winky? Winky failed Master Barty. Bad Winky failed Mistress to keep Master Barty safe. Bad Winky."
I kept my hand on Winky's head. "I am Harry James Potter, Heir of House Potter and Black. Does Winky want to be a House Black Elf?"
Winky got the message this time. She nodded, "Winky be wanting to be House Black elf, Master."
The flash confirmed it. I let the room make a nice cot fit for a house elf, "Dobby, see to it that Winky recuperates."
My next goal was shrinking charms, the must-have for the poor students who have to drag big trunks around. My first query delivered five books with runes. How to engrave them and activate them. They are way over my head. Another book gave me the charm that stays active for one day. Meh, that is enough to get off the train. That, and a featherweight charm, will get my hands free.
My last action was to ask Books to make permanent copies of books or pages, and spells to remove copyright spells.
Three hours later, I left with a trunk full of interesting books. I had to get into the room of lost things to collect old books to use as targets once I made the pages blank. But I copied a lot of interesting books, one of them on how to destroy Horcruxes.
Xxxxx
When I visited the hospital wing, all of them were sleeping, so I'd better return later. On the way to our common room, I saw the inquisitor squad, led by the ferret. I nodded at him, "Hello, ferret. I met your daddy at the ministry last night. His master is not happy with him, you see. Because he let himself get caught in the act. If I were you, I would go on a holiday to the other side of the planet."
I said to the others, "It is best to remove those badges and take shelter in your common room. Dumbledore is back, and some may take revenge on you. Hmm, I have a reason for revenge! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Ah, that felt great. What to do with the bodies… meh, who cares."
I went to bed after a shower to take a quick nap. I was surprised Snape was not there to guard his godson.
Xxxxx
My wand alarm went off an hour before dinner, I walked to the hospital wing to visit my friends. I went first to Hermione, who was hit by Rockwood with a nasty spell. I took her hand and asked, "How do you feel, Hermione? Are you ready to say: I told you so? I deserve it. I put everyone in danger and got Sirius killed."
Hermione sighed, "You were fooled by Voldemort, Harry. We were there for you. That is what friends are for, Harry." She whispered, "Told you so!"
I looked around and asked, "Where is Ron?"
Ginny, who was in the next bed, answered, "They took him to St Mungo's, he was acting goofy… more goofy than usual."
I went to her bed and asked, "What about you? Are you feeling better?"
Ginny nodded, "A sprained ankle, Madam Pomfrey fixed it in a minute, as with Neville's broken nose. Luna was fine but had to stay to sleep it off. Where were you? You should have been here with us. You got hit by some spells too."
Luna dreamily said, "Harry is fine, all his Nargles are in his pocket. It will be a while before he gets infected again."
Hmm? She can see I have moved my spells to an old sock and put it in my pocket! I smiled at her, "Then I will count on you to warn me when I get new ones, Luna. I hate Nargles."
Neville asked from the other side of the room, "What will happen now, Harry? That raid proved that Death Eaters are active again."
I answered, "It did more than that, Neville. Voldemort showed himself and dueled with Dumbledore in the atrium. Even Fudge saw Voldemort back alive. The days that they called me delusional are over, now they are pissing their pants because he is back and they sat on their lazy asses for a year."
Hermione called out, "Language, Harry!"
I shrugged, "Lazy is proper English, Hermione, so is ass, it means Donkey or butt."
Ginny sighed, "I am glad this horrible year is over. What do you think the Centaurs have done with the bitch?"
Luna giggled, "They will spank her Uranus blue, get it, Harry? Her Anus…"
It got me smiling, "I get it, strangely enough." I straightened myself and said, "Thank you, everyone, for helping me with my crazy stunt."
I turned to Hermione, "Hermione, can you write your home address down and your phone number? That way, Dumbledore can not isolate me anymore. I need someone to talk to, instead of being locked up with the Dursleys."
Hermione smiled, "As soon as I get my hands on a piece of parchment and a quill, Harry."
I took my trunk out of my pocket, enlarged it, and presented her a parchment and a quill. "There you go, Hermione."
Hermione fired her questions at me, "How did you do that? Where did you learn that? Teach me those spells, Harry. How long will those spells last? Hmmmblmbl."
That last one was my hand on her mouth. "Can you remember your first questions, Hermione? Because I can't. I will teach them to you when you get out of here. Now, be a good girl and write your address and phone number, or I'll spank your ass. See? It is still proper English."
Hermione took a deep breath to start one of her rants. I put a finger on her lips and said, "Nope, or I spank your ass for real. Be a good girl and start writing."
Luna said with a straight face, "A shame, I would have loved to see her spanked. I read about it in Daddy's research magazines. Naughty Hermione needs a spanking, Harry."
I raised an eyebrow, "Oh? It sounds to me Miss Luna wants one too."
Ginny shook her head, "Not me, I got plenty of those from my mum. I don't need them anymore."
Neville thought to be funny, "I'll pass too, Harry, you have to settle with Luna and Hermione."
Luna stood up, "Maybe later, Harry. I have to find out what it takes to be a bad girl. I have to read Daddy's research magazines again."
Pomfrey came to us, "Mr Longbottom, Miss Weasley, and Miss Lovegood are fit to leave the hospital wing. Mr Potter, we were trying to find you. I need to examine you."
I shrugged, "Have you even cared for me once? Ah, yes, a bottle of skelegrow. I am fine, Madam Pomfrey. May I ask why only Ron is at St Mungo's and Hermione is still here? Hermione's wound is more severe than Ron's, and yet she is still here."
Pomfrey blushed, "Mrs Weasley insisted on having her son moved to st Mungos when she found out about his condition."
I asked, "And Hermione is not important enough, ah, not pure blooded enough. It is good that you have your priorities, Madam Pomfrey. Can you show me your left arm? There might be a tattoo of a snake on it."
Pomfrey protested, "Dumbledore did not give me permission to send her to St Mungo's, Mr. Potter!"
I nodded, "It is a good thing Medi-Witches don't have to swear a healer's oath or you would have been a squib long ago, madam Pomfrey. Go groom Dumbledore's beard for all I care."
Hermione asked, "Madam Pomfrey? Did Dumbledore refuse to let me go to St Mungo's? Why?"
I answered in her place, "The same reason for when people were petrified for months in here, Hermione. She is a cruel sadist who enjoys seeing people suffer. She and Dumbledore are getting a kick out of torturing students."
Low blow? Nah, that is a perfectly good reason. Why else would she keep Creevy here for seven months? It must have hit a nerve, because she turned and went back to her office.
Neville asked, "Do you really think that of them, Harry?"
I answered, "Colin Creevy was here from the first Quidditch match until halfway into June. Tell me, Neville, are Mandrakes that hard to grow? Can they not be bought somewhere else? The only time there was some action was because a pureblood was involved. The rest can rot."
Neville sighed, "There are Mandrakes available all year round, Harry. You have a point. They should have bought Mandrakes from the first day it happened."
I said bitterly, "She didn't move for me either. I spent days in here, and she didn't do anything for me. You saw the marks on my back, Neville, did you never report it? The Quidditch team?"
Neville nodded, "Two months in our first year when we were in the showers. I told McGonagall about the marks on your back. She told me it was taken care of. It seemed you did not want to talk about it, so I didn't."
That bitch! I sighed, "Go, I'll stay with Hermione and have dinner with her."
Xxxxx
A day later, Dumbledore brought Umbitch into the hospital wing. I saw her in a corner bed when I visited Hermione with Luna and Ginny, close to Pomfrey's office.
Hermione said, "She will probably get her job back in the Ministry. There is no justice anymore."
Hermione lost her faith in Dumbledore when he refused to let her go to St Mungo's. I shrugged, "She will get hers, sooner or later."
That night, I left my old sock with trackers and listening charms on my bed and went to pay a visit to the bitch with my invisibility cloak. My undetectable cloak. I sneaked into the hospital wing and went to bed with the bitch. I summoned her wand and removed listening and tracking charms. Then I used her wand and softly cast, "Imperio! Just before dawn, you will wake up and follow the path behind Hagrid's cabin into the forest and collect the spider silk. Kill any spiders you encounter. The killing curse is allowed."
I went back to bed, smiling.
Xxxxx
I heard at breakfast that the bitch left Hogwarts, destination unknown. I hope the spiders don't get indigestion. After breakfast, Snape confronted me in the great hall, "Potter! You assaulted students, I should take points from you, but there are none. I will wait to take them next term."
I sighed, "You know, sir, I don't care for those points anymore. They became a joke the moment you started teaching here. I suggest you go find one of your Masters and suck their dick."
Snape fumed, "I have you expelled for this insult, Potter! You arrogant brat."
I shrugged, "Again, I don't care anymore. Expel me, and I will move to another school. Any school is better than this one. Is there something else, sir? Go cuddle your godson, he will need it when he returns home and gets branded by his new Master."
I left the Hall when I heard Dumbledore call his dog back, and went to the hospital wing.
Xxxxx
I spent most of my time with Hermione, often with Luna and Ginny. The day before the train ride, I gave Hermione a copy of my book about detecting and removing trackers and listening charms. I muted the ones she had on her body first, of course.
I told her, "Imagine, Hermione, a pervert is listening while you are masturbating. He will exactly know where you are by the tracker spells and can visit you at any moment of your… actions"
Ginny shook her head, "Dad is checking us for spells when we get home. If there was a listening spell on me, it would have been removed before I got home, or Dad would have identified the caster."
Luna nodded, "Same here. Harry? Would you put a listening spell on me to listen to me as I masturbate?"
I shrugged, "Only if you want me to, Luna."
She smiled innocently and asked, "Can I put a listening spell on you, Harry? I would like to hear how boys masturbate."
I shook my head, "There are four other boys in our room, Luna. I never heard any of them masturbate, I guess we do it in silence."
Ginny commented, "Or they put silencing spells on the curtains, Harry."
I mused, "Hmm, I never thought of that. Maybe next term, I can't use spells at the Dursleys."
Hermione groaned, "Can you stop talking about masturbating?"
I sighed, "It keeps me from thinking about Sirius, Hermione. Every time I think about it, I feel like such a moron."
Luna patted my back, "Put a listening spell on me, Harry. That will get your mind off Sirius tonight."
Ginny did not want to miss out, "On me too, Harry. And on Hermione, I bet Hermione wants one too."
Luna presented her right hand, "On my hand, Harry."
I asked, "Are you girls serious?"
Ginny presented her hand too, "We are, Harry. It will keep your mind from thinking about Sirius. Harry, it is kind of exciting to know you are listening."
I looked at Hermione to get advice, then I saw her outstretched hand. "Do it, Harry. That way, I can talk to you when I am alone. I want to put a listening charm on you, too."
Luna's eyes sparkled, "That is a great idea, Hermione! I would love to have someone to talk to."
I asked, "If I have three listening charms on me, how would you know who I am talking to?"
Ginny answered, "Say our name first, silly."
Luna said sadly, "Tomorrow it will only be Hermione to talk to, Harry."
I suggested, "I know a spell to transfer spells to something else. I could owl you that listening spell on the letter, and you could transfer it to your hand at home."
Hermione shook her head, "Harry, you are corrupting those girls, you are corrupting me."
An hour later, everyone knew the spells and how to apply them.
Xxxxx
Later that night, I listened to three girls while they were masturbating. They were listening to me going at it too, that was only fair. I silenced the curtains, my mattress, and the canopy. I had three listening charms on my right hand and wondered how Dumbledore could tell all his listening charms apart. I heard three girls moaning and panting in my ears.
I groaned, "Girls, I am about to explode, rub your clit and imagine I am using my tongue, pinch your nipples for me. Cum for me, honeys! I want to hear you cum! Because I am cumming!"
I heard them reach the top, one by one. Hermione whispered, "That was so intense. Your voice drove me mad, Harry."
Xxxxx
We shared a compartment on the train ride home. I removed the charms from Luna and Ginny. Luna sighed, "Last night was fun. I don't want it to stop. Someday I want that tongue on my clit, Harry."
I smiled at her, "Someday that will happen, Luna."
Ginny nodded, "I don't want it to stop either. Harry's voice made it special. Do boys do that, Hermione, using their tongue on our clit?"
Hermione nodded, "Some boys don't mind doing that. Girls suck on boys dicks sometimes too."
I chuckled, "Language, Hermione! Dick is not the proper name. It is called Pudding in the old language. Although I would love it if you would suck my Dude."
Hermione shook her head. "Not now, my parents would smell it on my breath."
Luna said innocently, "That is what mouth cleaning spells are for, Hermione."
Hermione shook her head, "I am not going to suck Harry on the train, Luna."
I changed the subject, "Are you going to travel with your parents, Hermione?"
Hermione answered, "The first three weeks in August. They booked a hotel at the Riviera in France." She pointed at her body, "I hope that the scar fades enough by then, so I can wear a bikini instead of a bathing suit."
Luna said, "Daddy and I are going to search for the crumpled horned snorcack the first two weeks of August in Madagascar."
Xxxxx
At the train station, a group of people waited for me: Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Gred and Forge, Ron, Moody, Tonks, and Lupin. Ginny hugged her parents and asked, "Why are there so many here?"
Moody said, "It is time we talked to Potter's relatives. Potter, where is your trunk? Ah, in your pocket. Well, come along, boy. We're wasting time here."
Vernon was waiting for me with Petunia and saw the group closing in on him. Mr. Weasley spoke, "Hello, Mr. Dursley, I hope you remember me, I was the one who collected Harry last year."
And trashed their living room doing so. He continued, "We have some worries about how Harry has been treated in your Home. We want that to stop."
Vernon got purple and fumed, "Are you threatening us, mister?"
I stopped the comedy show. "Hold on, everyone. Uncle, drive home and get Dudley. Then go into hiding for a couple of weeks. The people who killed my parents are on the loose again, and last year at my hearing, they heard your address. They will attack once I set foot in your house. Take your valuables and stay over at Marge's or a hotel. At least for two weeks, Uncle. Aunt, you know what those people are capable of. Leave now."
I turned to Moody, "Moody, take your posse and guard their home until they leave. Those blood wards aren't worth shit. Voldemort used my blood, remember. He can walk right through the door if he wants to. Tell Dumbledore that he is a moron by forcing me to stay there. No, tell him I'm not hating him enough yet. If he bothers me this holiday, I will cast to kill. Now move!"
Mrs. Weasley got in a panic, "Harry! Where will you stay? Come with us to the burrow!"
I shook my head, "I have my ways, Mrs. Weasley. You'd better ask Bill to put new and better wards at the Burrow. He is a curse breaker, it should be easy enough for him."
Tonks protested, "Dumbledore told us to guard you, Harry. You have to stay with us."
I glared at her, "Dumbledore can fuck himself, Tonks! He had two years to get Sirius cleared, and he didn't do squat. That fucking Order of his is loaded with Aurors, and they didn't do shit to get him free, not even you! So excuse me for not trusting you for a second! Go guard that bloody door at the Department of Mysteries, that is all you useless people are good for. Goodbye."
Xxxxx
I snapped my fingers and disappeared. Dobby popped me in front of Grimmauld Place twelve. I grabbed the doorknob and said, "I, Harry James Potter, sole Heir of Sirius Orion Black, claim this house and everything in it as my rightful possession."
There was a flash that confirmed my claim. I went inside and turned, "I grant Dobby unlimited access to all House Black properties. Dobby, get Winky here, please."
A pale Winky popped in with Dobby. They followed me inside, appalled by the state the house is in. I called out, "Kreacher! Come here!"
I had to call him a few more times before Kreacher appeared. He ranted, "Kreacher won't! Kreacher will not listen! Kreacher will not listen to filthy halfblood! Won't! Won't! Won't!"
"Shut up, Kreacher! You betrayed your Master to Bellatrix and Narcissa. You plotted against your rightful master. Did you betray Regulus too?"
That struck a nerve, "Kreacher never betrays Master Regulus! Kreacher could not do Master Regulus's last command. Kreacher tried and tried, but Kreacher could not do it."
"Tell me of his last command, Kreacher," I asked.
That got me the sob story of Regulus, the locket, and the Inferi. I asked, "Where is the locket now?"
Kreacher said, "Kreacher been hiding it, sticky fingers are stealing from House Black, Bad Master did not care, but Kreacher does."
I sighed, "Well, Kreacher, I have news for you. The one thing Master Regulus died for was to fight against the Dark Lord. Guess who you have been helping, Kreacher? You betrayed Master Regulus by helping the Dark Lord kill his brother. Shame on you, Kreacher."
I clapped my hands together, "New rules, Kreacher! Never, ever, listen to a word Bellatrix, Narcissa, or Draco say, nor obey a single order or summons from them. Never talk to them again or contact them in any way. Show me the wardstone and tell me how I reset the visitors list."
Xxxxx
An hour later, the wards are reset, I kicked everyone out except Hermione, Ginny, and added Luna.
2 Holiday fun.
I told Kreacher, "You are allowed to get the things back that sticky fingers took. Use force if you have to. Nobody steals from House Black unpunished."
I turned to Dobby, "Dobby, find a nice, safe place in this house for Winky, so she can recuperate. There is a hippogriff in a room. Set it free tonight, so he can fly back home. I will talk to it later."
I talked to my hand, "Don't be mad, Hermione, Winky was dying, that is why I bonded with her and Dobby. Don't worry, they will get paid and have days off if they want."
Talk to the Hand got a whole new dimension. My next action is to get rid of all tracking and listening spells from Dumbledore. I vanished my old sock and the book. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Dumbledore can go fuck himself.
Hermione was alone. I heard her voice, "I listened to Kreatcher's story, Harry. I am glad you did not punish him for betraying Sirius. He will feel guilty for it. If what you told me about Winky is true, then I have been a fool trying to free the Hogwarts elves."
I chuckled, "That must have hurt, admitting that you are wrong. Seriously now. Tomorrow I will visit Gringotts and hire a team to place wards on your parents' house and practice. You are not safe yet, Hermione. That bastard Snape can get your home address. I fear he is a double agent or even a triple agent. He is only thinking about himself."
Hermione asked, "Is that allowed? My parents are muggles."
I proposed, "I can get them under house Potter protection. That would make it easier. Please discuss my offer with your parents. The next task is to get this house in order. That will be an uphill battle. I have one old elf and a sick one. I am glad to have Dobby, or nothing gets done around here."
"I'll let you do it, have fun, Harry," were her last words.
Xxxxx
I opened the room of Buckbeak. Sirius had his petty revenge on his mum, the room was one big mess. I bowed before Buckbeak and waited until he bowed back. I told him, "Tonight, Dobby will set you free, fly north to the Forbidden Forest. You can stay there with your herd. Those morons of the Ministry can't tell you apart anyway."
Next was visiting Hedwig and removing all her spells, and boy, she was loaded with spells. This puppet cut all its strings! To be sure, I examined all my possessions again for hidden spells. Finally done, I could almost relax. There is still a blood tracker on me. Fortunately, Fawkes is at least three weeks out of commission.
Dinner was in the dining room with all the China and Goblin Silver. Dobby went all out. The elves refused to eat with me. I can understand that eating with the boss is always stressful. Therefore, I am eating alone. The food is good, though.
Xxxxx
That night, I talked with Hermione. I asked, "Why did you agree with Luna to have my listening spell on you? That is out of character for you, isn't it?"
She answered, "I don't know, maybe because Dumbledore refused to send me to St Mungo's and I felt betrayed. This way we can talk to each other whenever we want. I did not expect that listening to you while you masturbated was so exciting. Knowing you were listening to me made it special for me too. I never came that hard."
I asked, "It sure was special for me. I never imagined I could listen to three girls playing with themselves while I was jacking off. I am getting hard just thinking about it. Did you, Luna, and Ginny agree to go at it at the same time?"
Hermione answered, "We did, that way we all could listen to you. Harry? We are alone now, and in our bed. What do you want to do?"
"I am happy to listen to your voice, my Dude is remembering your voice from last night."
Hermione softly asked, "Is it hard, just for me?"
"Of course, silly. You are beautiful, my best friend, and scary smart. Imagining you in bed is enough to get a boner," was my response. "What do you want to do, honey?"
She groaned, "I want to hear your voice when I am pleasuring myself, Harry. I want to hear how you are playing with your Dude."
"I can do that, love. I am stroking it now, nice and slow, what are your fingers doing?"
"Hmm, I just removed my panties and night gown, my cunt is all wet for you, Harry."
I chuckled, "In what dirty magazine did you read that, honey? If it is that wet, put a finger in it."
Hermione replied, "I found Dad's stack of dirty books when I was eleven. Penthouse, Club International, Whitehouse, and others. When I showed them to Mum, she said to put them back, she told me that Daddy got some good ideas from those books. I did, after I read a few of them, and every summer holiday after that."
"So, you have a slutty cunt that is wet for me? What are your fantasies, Hermione? That you imagine your finger is my Dude? That I go down on you and eat you out? Instead of listening to me jack off, you want to see it?"
Hermione was panting, "I do want to see you jack off, Harry. I want to do that for you, holding it in my hands and stroking it up and down. I imagine you eating me out until I scream out your name. I want you to order me around, to treat me like your horny slut. Oh, Morgana, I can't believe I am telling you this."
"First order, my horny slut, is to put two more fingers in your cunt, and rub your clit with your other hand. Take them out and lick them clean, imagine I am licking them. You are right, Hermione, this is over the top, but I love it. Put your fingers back in and rub your G-spot. I wish I could see your tits, taste them, suck them while I am fucking you."
That was enough to get her to cum with a suppressed scream. It was enough for me to get off too. When Hermione came to her senses, she groaned, "I can't believe what I just said. All those stories I read came to my mind, and I blurted them out."
I cleaned myself and said, "Let's keep it at pillow talk, Hermione. Dirty talk to get our blood pumping, to get our imagination to see new pictures. I loved it when you got all slutty for me. It felt great."
Hermione sighed, "It was for me too. It was fast, but so intense. Good night, Harry."
"Good night, Hermione." I think I am forgetting something here.
Xxxxx
Dobby dropped me in front of the steps of Gringotts. I went inside and asked a Goblin at the counter, "Good morning, teller… Sharpfang. Is it possible to speak with the person who handles the Potter vault?"
Sharpfang nodded, "It is possible if you are a Potter. Wasting Account Manager Blooddagger's time when you are not a Potter will cost you."
I nodded, "It so happens that I am a Potter. Can you notify him that I want to speak to him, or do I need to make an appointment?"
Sharpfang pushed some buttons, growled something in gobelydobbely, and said, "Runner Snotface will take you there."
While I followed him, I asked, "How did you get that name, if I may ask? I bet it is hard to get female attention with it."
Snotface grinned at me, "I have plenty of female attention, Potter. I got my name because all my opponents wept until their faces were full of snot."
I nodded, "I get it. Well, it doesn't matter what your name is, as long as you get to fuck the women. I am the Boy Who Lived and never had any pussy to fuck. Fame is not everything."
Xxxxx
Blooddagger looked me up and down, "It has been years since I requested your presence here, Heir Potter. Why did you decide to come here now?"
I shrugged, "I got blocked from all sides, Account Manager Blooddagger. Mainly by Dumbledore and his machinations. Can you give me an overview of my finances? Do I have any money left?"
Blooddagger presented me with a stack of parchment, "Each parchment represents a year. The top one is from 82, and it goes til today. Take your time."
Page after page, I witnessed Dumbledore skim my trust vault. In 92, Molly came into the picture, thousand galleons each year. Hmm? And deposited directly to Hogwarts… probably to pay for her kid's education. Ah? Expenses to the Ministry… fucking World Cup tickets?
I looked up and asked, "Dumbledore and Molly Weasley have some grabby fingers. Is there a reason for it? I suspect foul play."
Blooddagger nodded, "There is. A marriage contract with Guinevere Weasley will activate between your sixteenth and seventeenth birthdays. Dumbledore is appointed by the Ministry to be your Magical Guardian. There was nothing I could do to stop it."
He looked at me and said, "You, however, can stop it. There is still time. You can apply for emancipation, or wait until your Godfather's will is read. Which is in two weeks from now. An owl has been sent to inform you."
I chuckled, "You should by now have realized that I never got any Gringotts mail. In fact, I only receive mail from the ones Dumbledore approves. Can I let Dobby, my Potter elf, collect my future mail?"
Blooddagger nodded, "That is acceptable, we will, however, have some words with Dumbledore about Gringotts' policy about Mail tampering."
I commented, "Dumbledore informed me after the Ministry disaster why Voldemort is after me and why he is coming back like a big cockroach. What do you know about Horcruxes, Blooddagger?"
Blooddagger started laughing, "That fool made a Horcrux? That is a sure way to disperse your soul beyond repair! He must not have known that it doesn't prolong his lifespan. There would be a bunch of immortal Egyptians if it did. The Egyptian Pharaohs made them and were buried with them, they were convinced that that piece of soul traveled to the afterlife of their Gods."
I shook my head, "Not one Horcrux, Blooddagger, but plenty of them. I suspect my curse scar has a connection with him. I feel him when he is furious or extremely happy, or a Horcrux is nearby."
I presented my info without exposing my future knowledge. "In my first year at Hogwarts, Voldemort possessed Professor Quirrell. Dumbledore set a trap to pit Voldemort and me against each other. He spread the rumor that he had the philosopher's stone to keep it safe from robbers. Quirrell went after it like a fool. So did I, by the way. At the end of the year, there was a confrontation, and I killed Quirrell by putting my hands on his face. He crumbled into ashes."
"In my second year, Malfoy put one of Voldemort's Horcruxes on Guinevere Weasley. She got possessed and released the basilisk from the secret chamber. I killed the basilisk and destroyed the Horcrux. I found out his real name, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Rearrange the letters and you get I am Lord Voldemort."
"Yesterday, my House Black Elf reported that he has another Horcrux. One, his Master Regulus ordered to destroy. He could not. It is in my possession. That made me think, Malfoy, Regulus Black, what are the odds that Bellatrix got one too?"
Blooddagger frowned, "That doesn't make sense. The normal course of action is hiding them, not handing them out like candy."
I clarified, "He did want to hide it with the Regulus Horcrux. It is supposed to be in a cave filled with inferi."
I told him Regulus's story and how the locket ended up with me. Blooddagger speculated, "He must have made more than three, maybe even more than five. Allow me to call a curse breaker to examine your scar."
After my nod of confirmation, Blooddagger growled something in Gobelydobbely. Ten minutes later, Bill Weasley came into the room. He said, "Curse breaker, Weasley reporting in, Account Manager Blooddagger. What is my assignment?"
Blooddagger pointed at me, "Examine Heir Potter's curse scar, curse breaker Weasley."
Bill kept a neutral face and took his wand out. After some analyzing spells, he swore. "That crazy maniac made more than five Horcruxes? Why didn't Dumbledore have it removed fifteen years ago? It is embedded too deeply to get it out the easy way. I am sorry, Heir Potter, but removing this will hurt a lot. We need a month to prepare and study."
He looked at me and said, "Heir Potter, I must warn you in advance that it will cost a lot. This is a job for a team of Master Curse Breakers. I could remove it if it had happened a week or a month ago. Not after fifteen years."
Blooddagger reassured me, "I will negotiate a discount, Heir Potter. Some teams of Master Curse Breakers welcome a challenge, and this is one."
Bill nodded, "I would pay to witness the procedure if they let me."
He looked at me and reported, "I must inform you that you have three listening spells on you, but not to fear for leaks. These offices are warded against such spells. There is also a blood tracker on you, an old one linked to you and your scar."
Crap! Ginny and Luna must have been listening last night! I said, "I was aware of the listening charms and am using them to my benefit. I removed most of what Dumbledore put on me. Thank you for reminding me. The blood tracker can be removed at the same time as the Horcrux."
I said, "What needs to be done to have wards erected at the home of a witch with Muggle parents? I want their home and workplace warded against evil intent and dark wizards."
Blooddagger answered, "That depends on who is asking. Lord Potter can take that family as wards and be done with it. Heir Potter has a lot of permits to request from the Ministry and will get permission way after you become of age."
I gathered my thoughts and said to Blooddagger, "OK, I'll wait until I am an adult. For now, cancel all keys to my vaults and issue new ones. I have my fill of those with sticky fingers. I need a way to pay in galleons and in pounds without needing a wheelbarrow to move them around. Is that possible?"
Xxxxx
I walked out of Gringotts with a Mokeskin pouch and a Muggle credit card. My first stop was a pharmacy where I bought potions to correct my growth, nutrition potions, and purging potions. Twilfitt and Tattings for a set of robes, Malkin's for daily outfits, a pair of shoes, and some underwear. There is no need to buy many clothes when I am about to outgrow them.
Dobby popped me back home. I called out, "Hermione? Are you alone? I have something to ask you."
A bit later, Hermione said, "I am alone, Harry. What is the problem?"
I reported, "Bill Weasley examined my scar. He said if Dumbledore had let it be cured in 81, it would have been done in an hour or two. Now they need a full team of Master Curse Breakers to remove it. Bloody expensive too. Those guys are not cheap, according to Bill. He said he would pay to witness the procedure."
Hermione swore, "That is another crime of Dumbledore against you. He is going to be a problem now that he is back in power."
I added, "There is more, he has been plundering my trust vault. Ten thousand galleons each year. I can only act against that leech after I am seventeen or emancipated. He is keeping my Gringott's mail behind too. They were not happy when I told them. I am sorry to say that Warding your house has to wait until I take my Lordship up."
I changed the subject, "Are your parents at work? Hermione?"
"Yes, they are. Why are you asking that?" was her reply.
I offered, "I can ask Dobby to pop you here in the morning and back home in the evening. He can even cook dinner for you and your parents. It is an honest offer, Hermione, there is not a single perverted thought that has influenced it whatsoever. Hmm, maybe a few seeped in."
"It will also make you safer from Dumbledore's puppets."
Hermione responded, "I have to ask my parents for permission first, Harry. But I think they will give it. When will you send letters to Luna and Ginny?"
I thought for a bit, "I suppose I have to wait a week before sending letters. I would seem desperate or raise suspicions as I address it to Ginny and not Ron. I don't know about Luna's situation at home. I think she is a single child."
Hermione asked, "Will you invite them to your place too?"
I chuckled, "Of course I will invite them, I doubt Ginny will get permission from her mum. But once she gets that listening charm back in order, I can hear her every day. Luna too, it is thanks to her that we ended up like this."
Hermione agreed, "Yes, Luna is something special. I have to thank her when I see her again. What are your plans, Harry?"
"First, I have to set this house straight, in two weeks is the reading of Sirius' Will. From there, I don't know, I hope a lot with the three of you involved. I have to sort my library out here too."
"Harry James Potter! Are you really planning to stay there?" came Hermione's voice. "Are you safe there?"
I reassured her, "Yes, I am still at Grimmauld place, Hermione, and am completely safe. I set the wards so that only you, Luna, and Ginny have access to the house."
Hermione asked carefully, "What if Malfoy inherited it all? He is the last male with Black blood."
"I checked it with Kreacher, you heard it, he was forced to accept me as Master. Malfoy doesn't stand a chance. Once Winky is fit for duty, this house will soon be ready to live in. For now, I am safe here. Dumbledore is far too busy to get back in power to care for a small rebellious teenager."
Xxxxx
I passed the time sorting the mess Sirius left behind. It showed that he despised the Black name and didn't care what happened to it. A lot of people will get a nasty surprise in two weeks, Dumbledore being one of them.
I spent the nights riling Luna and Ginny up by sweet-talking to Hermione and telling her what I wanted to do with her and how I was going to do that. At last, I sighed and said, "Too bad I can't listen to Luna and Ginny, Merlin knows what they are doing now."
Hermione asked, "What would you do when they have their listening spell again?"
"If they have their listening spell back, then they have to rub their pussies raw while thinking of me, they have to moan my name, and imagine I am filling their pussies with my Dude. They have to imagine that I am sucking on their nipples until they cum screaming. I would jack off wishing that I was fucking them for real."
Hermione moaned, "Damn you, Potter, you got me in he mood again. Talk dirty to me."
"You horny slut! But remember, you are my horny slut now. The only ones allowed to touch you are Ginny and Luna. They can suck your tits while I am eating you out. Or would you like that if Luna rode on your face so you can suck her empty? I would love to see that. Put more fingers in your snatch, Hermione. I am so hard now that I can hardly hold back and go to your place to fuck you cross-eyed."
Hermione groaned, "I so want that, I want you to fuck me while Luna and Ginny are watching me."
"They can do more than watch, Hermione, you have hands, they have pussies, you can finger them while I am balls deep in your cunt and fill you up with my cum. You can watch me when I satisfy Ginny and Luna."
That did it for Hermione, with her face buried in a pillow, she came calling out my name. I softly said, "Too bad I have to wait for that Foursome, not even a Threesome is possible tonight. I have to settle with my Handsome."
Hermione giggled, "You will have a Twosome soon enough, Harry. Good night."
I sighed, "Good night, honey."
Xxxxx
After a week had passed, Hermione still didn't dare to come over. I bet she does not trust herself… or me. Hedwig delivered two letters to Ginny, one for Ron and one for her. Luna got hers too.
Luna was the first to complain, "Harry, you cheated! You knew we could hear you all the time! So unfair!"
An hour later, Ginny spoke up, "Bloody Potter! You knew! We could tell you knew! You drove us crazy. Now you have to deliver!"
I protested, "You could hear me well enough! Don't tell me you didn't enjoy the dirty talk."
Ginny was silent for a bit, "We enjoyed it, but we never expected Hermione to be such a slut. I don't think I am ready to do all that stuff you talked about."
I chuckled, "Neither is Hermione, she just loves to fantasize about it. You would never sit in front of me with your fingers deep in your pussy, but I bet you are now. As long as it is fun, go with it, honey."
Xxxxx
The morning of the reading of Sirius's Will was the first time that Dumbledore tried to contact me. He sent me a letter,
Harry,
It saddens me to hear you left the safe environment of your Aunt's home. I must urge you to keep safe and hidden. Voldemort is adamant about capturing you. He has constant patrols in Diagon Alley watching out for you.
Soon, I will have time to explain the details on how to proceed.
There is a delicate balance that would be disturbed should you be caught.
Stay hidden, stay safe.
Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore
Chief warlock of the Wizengamot
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Grand Sorcerer.
Order of Merlin First Class
His titles are almost longer than the message. Meh, fuck him… cancel that order! Let Snape bugger him.
Xxxxx
Dobby delivered me in front of the steps of Gringotts. I walked inside before someone could react. I went to a booth, "Good morning, Teller Sharpfang. I am here for the reading of Sirius's Black Will. Can you point me in the right direction, please?"
Sharpfang punched a button, and Snotface appeared, "Guide Heir Potter to Room Twenty-five."
I smiled at Snotface, "Hello, Runner Snotface, today will be a good day for House Potter and Black. Today, we will kick some Ministry and Malfoy butts."
"I am looking forward to it, Heir Potter. The Ministry could use some kicks up their asses," was his grinning reply.
Room 25 had some people in it, Lupin and his bitch. I will never understand why a fine specimen like Tonks let herself be tapped by that mangy wolf.
Hmm, those should be her parents, Ted and Andromeda. Some of the order of idiots are here too. No Weasleys yet, but they are always late. The old drama queen will wait until the last second. Ah! There are Ferret and Cissy. The sod is nervous and has a reason to be nervous. If he does not come home a Lord Black... CRUCIO!
Hermione arrived with her parents. She took my advice and had a hood up to mask her face, and her parents wore robes to blend in. Hermione spotted me and rushed into my hug.
When she loosened her grip, I said, "Hello, love, did you get a letter from Dumbledore too?"
Hermione nodded, "I did. I wonder what he comes up with next."
I turned to Hermione's parents, "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Harry Potter, pleased to meet you."
Mr. Granger shook my hand, "Pleased to meet you too, Mr. Potter. But we met before, why so formal?"
I answered, "I am here as Heir of House Potter, and the heir of my Godfather. I can't embarrass myself here, that would be political suicide. Gringotts is watching me through a microscope. They will evaluate today to see if I am worth investing in."
Mrs. Granger asked, "Wouldn't a couple of Muggles and their Muggleborn daughter decrease your value?"
I grinned, "Far from it. This lovely Muggleborn has been top of her year, five years in a row. I can say for certain she is upping my value. She is living proof that Pureblood supremacy is a joke."
Mr. Granger pointed out, "And yet they rule the society."
I shook my head, "No, old money rules the society. The old nobles from Britain who are in a ruling position are all rich and therefore powerful. The connections between them matter. Take away their money, and their house of carts will crumble. It is the same with the wizards."
The discussion ended with the arrival of the Weasleys. Parents, the twins, Ron and Ginny. Ron came to me and complained, "Thanks a lot, mate, they grilled me for days to explain why you bailed out."
I chuckled, "First of all, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Ron Weasley, Ron, meet Hermione's parents."
Ron looked sideways at them, "L'o. Well, Harry? What do you have to say for yourself?
I grinned and asked, "What did you come up with, Ron? Eloped with a Veela? Abducted by a wood nymph?" I turned serious, "You heard my reasons, Ron. You were there with me. Those blood protections were worthless after Voldemort took my blood. The rest is nobody's business, not even yours. There is Saruman the White, then it must be time."
Mr. Granger asked, "Not a Gandalf anymore?"
I shook my head, "He was always Saruman, but could hide it very good."
Dumbledore came to me, "Harry, my boy, why are you here? You are risking the safety of the nation!"
I shook my head and said loud enough for everyone to hear. "You were right that day in your office, Headmaster. I did not hate you enough. You gave me some extra reasons to hate you. Like the ten thousand galleons you stole from me each year. I was with the Dursleys, being starved and treated like a slave, and you were buying those hideous robes with my money. I expect every knut back, Dumbledore. Tomorrow I will out you as a thief and child abuser. Now get away from me, you stink of treason and cowardice."
Tadaa! Did everyone hear me? Yes, they did! Molly got nervous when I revealed his thievery and expected to get her fill too. I save it for when she protests if.. No, When I snatch her daughter away.
A grumpy goblin announced, "Close the doors! The reading of the will starts now."