Harry and his witches

AN:// Sorry that it took me so long to get back up with a new chapter. I didn't mean to make you wait all that long, I just needed the copy from my beta that I didn't get. Maybe it didn't make it to the adress.

Whatever, it won't take me this long to update again.

Harry leapt out of his bed and sprinted down the dark hallways, the only visible things in the hufflepuff dorms were the bright yellow tapestries. He was very anxious, very very anxious. Today he would get word from Fleur and Tonks. Swinging a dark green cloak over his shoulders, Harry sprinted out of the dorm and away from the castle. Taking the main road down to Hogsmade.

He wondered the streets which were filled with merchants readying their stores and bars for another day of business. ‘Only 6:45...I still have time before Fleur arrives, maybe Madam Rosmerta is open.’ He thought before stopping in front of the doors to the three broomsticks. Harry walked in and saw something very nice, Rosmerta was in a very tight black nighty with her back to him, bent over a table with a washcloth in her hand wiping something off of the wall, her leg was arched into the air, making her nighty go farther up and revealing a toned lower body.

Harry coughed and she turned around in an instant. The look of surprise changed to one of happiness when she laid her eyes on Harry. “Hello Mr. Potter. To what do I owe the honor of this surprise visit this morning?” She asked, her smile never leaving her lips.

“Nothing in particular.” Harry said placing his hands in his pants pockets. “Just waiting for a friend…do you need any help with anything?” Slowly, he walked up to her and remembered something that he read during his studies with Narcissa, she was a bit of a book fanatic.

~Flashback~

Blood traits run strong within each family, determining what you will look like, and in some extreme cases brain wave patterns, making you think certain things. More then often what your parents think is right and wrong.

Sometimes, in someone’s blood, you will get passed down a magical ability that runs within your family. The magical abilities among the families often differ, for instance, you may be a metamorphagus or you might be able to do rune magic or wandless magic.

What gives your blood this power is years of practice within you ancestry. They were masters of this craft and used it frequently, ingradeing it not only within their wands and minds, but their very blood. The same blood is then passed onto you.

“Narcissa, what was the whole point in making me read all of this?” Harry asked her. ‘Sure it is cool, but why would I ever need to know this?’

Narcissa sighed and shook her head. “Haven’t you ever realized anything yet?” Narcissa asked. Harry just shook his head. “To a certain degree, everyone has blood magic within them, just some stronger then others. For example, the Malfloys and Lestranges are fluent in the dark arts. It is just very simple for us. What the book doesn’t mention is both of the blood magics from the parents are passed on. You have three as far as I know, the parseltongue from your aceint ancestor, trinity eye from your father and flame from your mother.”

“What are they?” Harry asked, now interested.

“The trinity eye is odd. What it does is helps you predict and read your enemies movement. It helps you a great deal in a duel or any type of fight. I will give you a potion as soon as it is ready and your eyes will turn red, toward the center their will be three rings, they will help trace the movements, patterns and spells of your opponent.” Narcissa explained. “However flame is much different. It is not meant to be used in combat like your fathers or the parselmouth, but in more of a diplomatic pursuit. What it does is release magic into you, it will flow freely and course through you, making you more alluring in any fashion that you deem desirable. For example, you could make yourself sound more confident by turning on the flame and allowing the magic to flow to your mouth and tongue. It does have other uses, but let’s get into that another time.”

~End flashback~

‘I think that it is time for a test drive…let’s see what it can do when I try to attract an individual.’ Harry thought letting the magic flow through him and his body began to tingle and feel a lot warmer. Rosmerta turned her head and stared at Harry for a moment, her eyes scanning over his entire body. “Well, I guess that I can help you clean the wall…why were you cleaning the wall anyway?” Harry then walked up to Rosmerta and took the rag from her hands, moving to the cleaner he sprayed down the wall and began to scrub.

He could feel her eyes burrowing into his back, he could almost smell her arousal growing more and more. ‘Why am I cleaning this way?’ Harry thought pulling out his wand and with a swish the walls were almost sparkling clean. Harry admired what little work he did and turned around.

Rosmerta let her nighty fall and stood in front of Harry now. “Mr. Potter…I don’t know how to thank you.”
She walked slowly up to Harry, her hips shaking back and forth tauntingly.

‘I didn’t expect this.’ Harry thought nervously, the most he wanted out of this was a kiss or maybe a quick squeeze. If things kept going in this direction then it would end badly, Tonks Bellatrix and Narcissa would not like it very much if he managed to get another slave or sleep with a women.

Rosmerta wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Muffled no’s were heard but neither could react, the flame seemed to have a mind of it’s own. Finally Harry fought of the flame and ducked out, she stood staring at him before she moved behind the bar and pulled out a wand, wordlessly she locked the door and windows. “you can’t go anywhere Mr. Potter.” She stated before leaping back over and walking back toward Harry.

“ROSMERTA YOUR SCARRING ME!” He shouted as he sprinted up the stars and broke a window, leaping onto a ledge he ran out onto the street. Every eye was on him as the bystanders took on a look that resembled Rosmerta’s.

They slowly stopped what they were doing and charged at him. Sprinting down the walkways, he had no destination in mind, just getting away from the mob of people. ‘I turned off the flame…what the hell are they chasing me for?’ “HI FLEUR!” Harry screamed as he sprinted past the women. Her bewilderment changed to understanding as she stood before the mass. With a swing she managed to fire of twenty stunners, the group was cut in half as Harry continued down on his path.

Turning, he mimicked Fleur’s motions and words, gaining the desirable effect. With peace in his hands, he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath and trying to ignore the protests from his muscles, he rose and walked down to Fleur. “Been busy I see.” She stated closing the distance between the two. “Just so you know, I am immune, you can’t do anything to me like you did to those people.”

“I didn’t know that it would do that.” Harry said feebly in his defense.

“I know.” She replied with a small chuckle. “It happens amongst our youth when they first attempt to use their powers…but you aren’t a Veela. You can’t tell me later, since we have to wait for Tonks after all.” The pair walked back into the three broomsticks, very relieved to see that Rosmerta had on some close and didn’t look at Harry like she did thirty minuets ago.

“Harry, I would like to apologize for what I did.” Rosmerta said. “Something just came over me…I am so sorry.” With that Rosmerta fell to her knees in front of Harry.

Not sure what to do he rubbed her back. “It’s…uh…nothing to worry about….stop bowing now…please?” Rosmerta looked up and smiled at Harry. “Could we please get two glasses of firewhisky?” Harry asked which she complied to. Harry then turned to Fleur who sat with her jaw nearly touching the floor. “What’s wrong?”

“What did you just do?” Fleur asked. “I have never seen anything like that…It’s like she was your slave, but you did nothing more then ask her and maybe activate your powers…amazing.” Shaking her head she looked back at Harry. “Never mind that. Anyway, I have talked to the council, there is just a few issues. Since you are not a Veela, you will have to become one, not in the blood sense, but you will have to go through one of our rituals, the Pintar. Once you are part of our clan then you will be able to receive our aid in the war.”

“What is a Pintar?” Harry questioned.

“Oh, it’s our ritual in which we initiate married men who are not Veelas and married women who are not Veelas into our clans. What we do in the capital is sleep with one another, people who are good friends, it helps build trust within one another in our clans. We want you to go into this same ritual so we may put our trust in you…do not worry, Bill will be their as well.” Fleur explained.

“Wait, so I am going to have sex with everyone in your capital?” Harry questioned slightly fearfully.

“No of course not…just a few select females from the capital. Oh, and you may bring a guest. The council thinks that by getting to know someone whom you associate yourself with they will get a better feel for who you are as an individual.” Fleur then sighed and relaxed in her chair. “The date is the moment you get out of school, whether it is suspension, graduation, vacation or expulsion. To be honest I thought that you would take this a lot worse then you did.”

“Why’s that…Bill take it bad?” Harry asked where she nodded. “I think I have got it. I have sex with a few girls so you can get a feel for me, I also bring a guest so they can get a better feel for me. Um…who will I have sex with? Did they tell you?”

“Mmhmm.” Fleur mumbled hanging her head. “It’s me, Gabriel and my mother.”

This is where Harry lost it. “YOU!? YOU CAN’T BE SERIOS!? BILL’S GONNA CASTRATE ME!”

Fleur exploded with laughter. “He won’t do a thing. He has participated in these just like I have. Everyone knows what this is and you will not be ridiculed for what you are about to do…oh, and Gabriel is going to come to visit Hogwarts, she will want to get to know you a bit better before the Pintar ritual, she’ll be coming by some time tomorrow, we have filled out the paperwork and she will shadow you for a week.” Fleur then smiled at Harry. “Perhaps you could bring her into what you are doing, I know that she is more then willing to help you, she thinks she has a debt to repay with the forth year incident.”

Harry took a big gulp of his drink and coughed out the black smoke from his throat. “That tasted really good.” Harry stated as he felt a sharp pull take him out of his seat. “Uh-oh.” he stated as it began to pull him toward the door. “Dumblefuck has summoned me…gotta go Fleur, please send me a message with what Tonks said in it.”

Harry rocketed pass the wards and through the window to the headmaster’s office. The window shattered as Harry flew threw it and landed on the carpet, some blood fell from his cuts and onto the hard floor which he now laid on. “Mr. Potter…what you are doing now isn’t what your parents would have wanted.” Dumbledore said, fixing his window with little more then a lazy wave of his hand.

“What would you know you senile old fuck?” Harry spat, venom dripping off of every word.

“I know way more then you realize.” Pulling out a vile he threw it into a caldron, Harry quickly noticed that it was a memory. Approaching the caldron he felt the memory take him. He was know in a white room and in the room was his parents, both standing together holding onto one another.

Together, they went through what they wanted to go to whom and when, not to Harry’s surprise though the manors went to Dumbledore, the money was to stay in the vaults until Harry was of age and some marriages were made.

It didn’t take a moment to notice that it was a fake, parts of it could be real but his parents couldn’t have known that the Weasley’s would have a female child. ‘My parents aren’t stupid…why does Dumbledore think I am…they would have assumed that after six children the Weasley’s would stop having children.’

The Will went on, saying that Harry was to obey Dumbledore and Harry was left to be put under the guardianship of her sister Petunia Dursley. They jumped out and Dumbledore smiled like a grandfather would to a grandson. “I understand that you were concerned…and I don’t think that an apology is in order here. I just hope that you understand the error of your ways and that you will free the two Ms. Bones and Ms. Weasley from their enslavement.”

Harry was surpressing his rage, his parents will had been fucked with! ‘Although, it would pay to have Dumbledore think that I am on his side…he still has things to teach me.’ “Yes, I will headmaster, please forgive my impotents. I guess I should apologize to Ron and Hermione, after all they are just looking out for me.”

“That would be a very wise idea.” Dumbledore said with the usual twinkle of his eyes.

“May I leave now headmaster? I have a busy day.” When Dumbledore nodded he ran off out the door and down three floors before he let himself rest. ‘I feel so dirty.’ Harry thought shaking out his robes. ‘how could I ever even think to say any of that?’ Shaking his head he wandered up to the Hufflepuff dormitory and found Susan at the front.

“Harry!” She cried, leaping into his arms. “We have to meet Terry Boot and Lisa Turnpin from Hufflepuff. They want to speak to you about this little war of the houses.” Harry sighed and thanked Sirius, his parents, Buddha, Jesus, Merlin and anyone else who could have had a hand in making it a weekend, so far he had to fake an apologies to Hermione and Ron, fill in everyone about his new plans, get the report from Tonks, try to get more people to join him, meet with Slytherin and Ravenclaw for the house wars that he managed to make and meet Hagrid to test him for the right to join him.