Harry Potter and the Head of Black

(A/N: Holy shit man, a new chapter in just over twenty-four hours! This chapter just wanted to be written! Anyways, a short one in parts, but long in content and story. Also, the return of a little star that has been missing for a while, SEX! Sex makes a short cameo appearance in this chapter, and Sex should be making an appearance far more regularly than has been seen in the past few chapters. Was also gonna put the Umbitch...I mean Umbridge scene as the last scene, but you'll see that the current last scene works much better. Cut a scene because of it as well, because it was just so damn good. I hope you all agree. As always, Read and Review, makes the author happy.)

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elphaba: Yeah, Dudders is a wizard. It's not really cliché, but it's also not original. I've seen a few stories where they have Dudders being a wizard, just like I've seen a few where Petunia is a witch. Also seen a few where they are under mind control. I have not, however, seen a story where Dumb-As-A-Door fucked with their minds enough so that they rape Harry night and day. And as to how I treated Harry, you would too if you have to put up with his fucking demands. Green M&Ms that are shelled! He can watch us shell the damn things and STILL say we put a red one in there! Tom wants EXACTLY 7oz of vodka (not 6.9999999oz or 7.000001oz, but EXACTLY 7oz), Dumbledore wants his bag of lemon drops to ALWAYS contain 42 lemon drops, Weasley demands he have a brunette and a blonde in his room at all times to wrestle in mud! They're all infuckingsane! At least Granger is sane! She only wants ten new books in her trailer every two days! Fuck me...where was I...?

Harry Potter and the Head of Black

For many, the fact that Albus Dumbledore fled the scene, killing eight aurors and four hit-wizards in the process, only proved without a shadow of a doubt that he was indeed the evil psychopath that the Prophet described him as. They knew that it would only be a matter of time before the Dark Lord Dumbledore returned. It had gotten to the point that in the wizarding world, people were afraid of leaving their homes in fear that he would come and take them.

For many, the true shocker was the last thing written. Finding out that the so-called “Leader of the Light” had been the one who created Voldemort left them in an even greater depression than they were at the beginning of the article. When the following paper came out and reviled how it happened, everything else was forgotten. Umbridge would thank that article at first, because people never turned to the second page to find out just what she had done to their savior.

-

Voldemort lowered the paper in his hands, his red snake-like eyes turning brown for the briefest of moments as Tom took control. It lasted only for a moment before Voldemort retook control. He knew that the schoolboy Tom was would continue to try and retake this body. As this one was made of pure dark magic, he knew that it would never happen. Tom wanted to stop the killing, the evil that he was being forced to endure. Voldemort would never let that happen.

He did, however, have to take a moment to think. Potter had a lot of information on him that he couldn't somehow place, and yet he knew that it was all true. There was no question in his mind that it was the goblins whom had supplied his greatest enemy with the details of his past. For him, those creatures had been one of his biggest roadblocks on his quest for true power. Those creatures and his creator. He knew that many fell for the “Leader of the Light” routine that his former master, the Dark Lord Lucifer, played. For the masses to learn the truth, well, the world would be his for the taking.

“Wormtail, your arm.” he said, pulling his wand from his sleeve. He smiled evilly as the small rat-like man made his way to his throne before kneeling down, holding out his left arm in the process.

“Yes, My Master.” the man said, biting hard. He let out a small scream of pain as Voldemort placed the tip of his wand onto his arm.

-

“Potter.” Snape said as Harry and Hermione walked into the room. Harry simply nodded his head to the man and took a seat next to Bill. Following the interview, Harry had asked for a meeting with the man. The man had agreed and had flooed in that morning. He had also asked that Snape was present due to his connections with the Death Eaters.

“Bill,” Harry started, looking at him, “I need to know about horcruxs.”

“Horcruxs?” he said, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “How in the hell do you know about those?”

“The Dark Lord has them.” Snape said simply, getting Bill to turn and look at them.

“Them?” he asked, fear starting to show in his voice. “As in more than one!?”

“Reports say he had five at the time of his death.” Harry said, pulling out a piece of paper. “He used his old school diary to make his first horcrux as a bragging right. He also made ones out of Huffulpuff's cup, Ravenclaw's diedum, Slytherin's locket, and his family ring. The diary has been destroyed, and the rest are still missing.”

“Dumbledore had a lead on the ring.” Snape continued. “He said it was most likely hidden in the Gaunt shack near Riddle Manor. It is most likely under numerous protections and curses that only a curse-breaker would have a hope in hell of getting through.”

“So You-Know-Who was going for the Seventh Ritual?” he asked.

“The what?” Harry asked, looking at him. He turned to Hermione, only to be shocked into silence by the look of total confusion on her face as well.

“The Seventh Ritual is something of legend among curse-breakers.” he said, turning to look at them. “It involves splitting the soul into seven pieces. There was rumors that it would lead to unlimited power. It's been attempted three times in unrecorded history. Each time, the people only got to three horcruxs before stopping. If You-Know-Who reached five horcruxs, than he was one away from reaching that possible level.”

“Is that truth?” Harry asked him, a serious look on his face. “Or just myth?”

“We don't know.” he answered with a frown. “If he was destroyed and than came back to life, it would be to dangerous to make another horcrux, so he is effectively stuck at four plus what's left of his soul in his body.”

“So if he had gotten that one more, than he could have-” Hermione started before Snape grasped his left arm in pain. They all knew that he had a Dark Mark there. What truly shocked them was Bill falling to the floor while grasping his left arm in pain as well.

-

For Neville Longbottom, summer meant many things. He would spend his days in his greenhouse, working on herbology projects far more advanced than anything Professor Sprout would ever teach them. He would spend his evening with his grandmother, listening as she drilled more and more pureblood “dog and pony” tactics into his mind. She used to do this while saying how great his father was, and how he should be ashamed for not being more like him. After the incident in the Department of Mysteries, however, she had stopped. If anything, she started to downplay his father's auror history against his exploits.

“Your father never stood down Voldemort's Inner Circle and would still be standing by the end of the night.” she had said at one point.

Easily his favorite summer hobby, though, was people watching. Especially of the naked female variety.

While he would never class himself as a true hardcore diehard be-all-end-all voyeur (coming to mind were two older muggleborn students in the year above him trying to put hidden cameras in the girls showers and toilets...did they think the girls wouldn't notice the large puffs of smoke and blinding flashes of light while they showered or peed?), he would never turn down the chance to see a naked girl around his age. As he still saw himself as the pudgy boy who somehow tricked a hat of questionable sanity into putting him into the house known for bravery, he figured it would be the only way he would ever see a nude woman.

If only he knew that they saw him as a handsome wizard with the cunning to trick the hat into putting him into Gryffindor, the loyalty of going into an unknown situation to help his friends, the intelligence in an important field of magic to put Hermione Granger to shame, and the bravery to stand up to his friends when they were doing something questionable. He might have just played the wounded hero card that Ron Weasley tried and failed to play and Harry Potter was far to noble and in love to play following the fiasco in the Department of Mysteries.

For the moment, however, he was watching as two of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on made out naked in a small pond. He watched as Ginny and Luna's hands moved all over each other, creasing eachother's small yet proportionate breast. He couldn't believe his luck as he watched them stop for a moment. He had first thought that they were going to stop at that, but felt himself grow rock hard as Ginny threw a blanket on the ground. They both got out of the water and his eyes instantly moved between their two pubic regions. Whereas Ginny had a large tuft of red hair, Luna had absolutely no hair covering her slit. His mouth watered at the site.

“Lets make it good.” he heard Ginny say with a giggle as she laid Lune down on the ground. He felt himself go lightheaded as she knelt down between the girls legs and buried her head between the blonde girl's legs. What made him go lightheaded was that she was facing away from him, with her arse in the air, shaking it enticingly. It took all of his willpower not to run over and shove his dick up that arse. He was given another option a moment later when he noticed Ginny spread her legs a bit and start to play with her pussy. Had his mind not been clouded with lust, he might have noticed the oddity that they seemed to be positioned just right for him to see her pussy, like they were putting on a show for him.

“Right there, lick my clitty.” he heard Luna say in a strangled moan. He was about to pull out his dick and jack off to the show when he noticed Luna's moan end prematurely. He thought he heard her talking but couldn't make out what she was saying. He carefully made his way over to them until he could hear.

“When two shall die so will the One with the power the Dark Lord knows not. His destiny will be fulfilled and the power he has lost will return. The house of fire shall split in two, one shall live, two shall die.” he heard her say in a raspy voice. He looked at the two of them in confusion as she moaned again before stopping. She seemed to look at Ginny for a moment before everything happened. He watched as Ginny jumped up and through her hands around the blonde girl's neck and tighten them. He noticed Luna try and throw them off. He started to make his way over when they rolled back into the pond. He stood there for a moment, watching and waiting before he saw Ginny come back up to take a deep breath. He noticed Luna come up as well for a moment before Ginny shoved the blonde girl back under.

Without a second thought, he reached for his new wand in the hidden wand holster and charged forward, all thoughts on the earlier activities forgotten.

-

“Bill...you're a Death Eater?” Harry asked, looking at the man. He didn't notice Snape and Hermione holding their wands on the man. He was beyond shocked. To be betrayed by a Weasley, one whom had never shown any signs of betraying someone before, it shook him to the core.

“I was forced to-” he started.

“Lies!” Snape hissed at him. “You can not be forced to join. You join of your own free will.”

“And when you have the option of joining or watching as those monsters rape and murder you pregnant wife, you are forced to join!” he yelled, looking at Snape. “It was joint or watch that! I had no chose! Do you think I wanted to join those fucking insane idiots!”

“Bill, what happened?” Harry asked, his voice now strangely calm.

“It was three weeks ago.” he said, standing up. He sat back in his chair, noticing that Snape and Hermione had yet to lower their wands. “Fleur and I were sitting down to dinner when the doors were blown in. She was stunned right away and we fought. I killed two of them before they got me. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground in front of that snake-faced bastard with Fleur tied up and hanging from the ceiling nude. She was still stunned. I think there were about two dozen of the bastards in the room, all of them leering at her.

“Voldemort started speaking. He said that he wanted someone to get close to you, Harry, and kill you.” he continued, turning to look at the boy. “He made me a deal. He would swear an unbreakable vow that neither him nor his Death Eaters would harm Fleur nor our child if I agreed to become a Death Eater and spy on you. If I didn't, he would kill them, after making me watch his Death Eaters beat and rape her.”

“Those were tactics used in the last war.” Snape said, lowering his wand slightly. “He would do it to inflate his ranks before a major raid. They were generally cannon fodder.”

“I probably am as well.” Bill said, looking at him. “My orders were to spy on Harry and await conformation to kill him in his sleep. If my cover was blown, I was to attempt to kill anyone and everyone until I was taken down. It was the upside of my background as a curse-breaker.”

“I'm sure it was.” Snape acknowledged. “Were you given any specific orders regarding me?”

“Only to make sure you were on his side by feeding the Order false information.” Bill said, a rueful smile showing on his face for the first time since the word “horcrux” was mentioned. “I informed that bastard that you are indeed feeding the Order false information.”

“You are playing a dangerous game.” Snape said after a few moments, lowering his wand completely.

“What are you doing!?” Hermione yelled, looking between the three of them. “He's a Death Eater, a traitor! It doesn't matter why he is, but so long as he is here he's a security risk!”

“He is safe, Granger.” Snape said with a classic sneer. “I find it hard to believe that you would sooner accept me simply because I rescued your precious Potter.”

“Fine!” she yelled, turning toward Harry. “And what about you, Harry? He's a traitor! He's no better than Pettigrew! You remember him!?” she shouted, getting into one of the rare instances where her common sense left her. “The person who betrayed your parents! A traitor!”

“I remember who he is!” he yelled, rounding on her. He drew his wand and aimed it at her, getting her eyes to widen in shock. “I remember damn well who he is.” he said in a hiss. She noticed the tip of his wand start to glow and felt tears start to form on her face. Just two days prior he had said he loved her. Now he was holding her at wandpoint.

“Harry...” she said, the fear evident in her voice.

“Harry, put your wand down.” Bill said, placing his hand on Harry. “She's right. In order to save Fleur, I need to be killed while attempting to kill one of you. That way, by his own magic, he can't kill her or our child.”

“Bill...” Harry said, trailing off. He looked at him for a moment longer before standing up. “Are you sure?”

“I am, Harry.” he said, standing up as well. He moved away from the table and took out his wand. “It doesn't matter what you use to kill me with, but it must be something that will kill me. Simply using a stunning or disarming hex on me won't do at all.”

“Okay.” Harry said, standing five feet away from him. He noticed Snape move to one said and Hermione to the other, both with their wands out as well.

-

Dolores Jane Umbridge ran as fast as she could. Behind her, she heard the angry crowd of people following, always seeming to grow in a fast pace. She could only hope that once she got to the Ministry, the aurors and hit-wizards would be able to keep her safe. She normally wouldn't bet her life on it, but she knew she was dead of if she didn't at least try. Everyone else from the general public seemed to want her dead, so she knew anything but her privet office at the Ministry would not be safe.

“There she is!” she heard someone yell in front of her. She noticed it was team of uniformed aurors. Feeling a second wind at the safety that she had reached, she ran faster. She watched as they raised their wands and knew they were about to open fire on her pursuers . What she was not expecting were the tripping jinxes aimed at her. She fell to the ground, allowing the mob of people to reach her.

The wizarding world had finally turned to page two of the Daily Prophet.

She was physically beaten to death.

-

Voldemort looked around at his collective minions, and instantly noticed two missing.

“Where are Severus and William?” he asked, looking at those around him. None offered an answer, which he took as silent agreement that they were as confused as he was. He knew that it was a good chance that William had been discovered. He knew it was a risk to summon him during the day, but it was needed. The fact that Severus was missing though gave him pause. He could only think of two possible answers. That Severus was with his old Master, or that he was with the wizarding world's so-called “savior” in his hidden house.

“I will deal with them later.” he said, brushing it off. “For now, though, we must get back into routine. With Dumbledore gone and the Ministry in complete disarray following the truth of my having been back for a year, now is the perfect time to liberate some of our followers.” he said, scanning the crowd for a moment. He felt frown settle on his face as he noticed yet another minion missing. “Where is Rookwood?” he asked, his voice tight. When no one made a move to answer, he snapped. “Where is he!?”

“The last I heard, Master, he was to take care of an arrangement regarding Potter's relatives, My Lord.” one of his regulars said, dropping to a knelt position. “He said that the information came from the top, and that you would understand, My Lord.”

“Well, I don't understand!” he yelled, looking at them. “Tine, are you here!?”

“I am here, Master.” one of the few female Death Eaters said, stepping forward. She dropped to a knee before him.

“Where are the prisoners from the failed attack being held?”

“They are being held at the Ministry, My Lord.” she said, her head still bowed low. “They are being held next to the Department of Mysteries in a secure room.”

“Do you agree that now would be the best time to break in and get our followers out?” he asked, looking at her.

“I do believe it is, My Lord.”

“Take a team.” he said, standing from his throne. “Bring them back. If you need to leave any, fine. But I want Lucius here in front of me. I want to have the pleasure of killing him myself.”

“Yes, My Lord.” she said, also rising.

“All of you, leave!” he yelled, watching as they all ran and left. He sighed and sat back down onto his throne, mussing what he had learned. His best spy and potions master, his best spy in the Ministry and the only spy in the Department of Mysteries, and the spy he placed in Potter's personal camp all missing.

Not for the first time, nor he knew the last time, he wished he had placed a way to track his Death Eaters into that damnable mark he branded them with.

-

Ginny couldn't believe what she had just heard come out of the blonde girl's mouth. She absently noticed that her friend had gone back into riding her now non-existent orgasm for a moment before she turned her eyes to her.

“Ginny, love, are you okay?” Luna asked. Ginny looked down at her and remembered something she had heard once, that seers subconsciously remember their own prophecies. She knew that had a decision to make, and only hoped it would be the right one.

With a grace she didn't know had, she jumped up and threw her hands around her lover's neck, squeezing. She had forgotten everything. The times Luna and her would be out here making love, how they would give shows to any person whom happened to stumble upon them, and most importantly the fact that they had been in the middle of giving one such show. She felt Luna fighting her and they started to roll toward the pond. With a splash, they both fell in.

She fought to get her head above water, knowing that if she made it first, she would have the upper hand. She noticed the blonde girl also reaching for the top and shoved her back down, using the leverage to push herself out of the water. She took in a deep breath of air when she heard the water break again. She noticed Luna taking a deep breath as well and quickly shoved her back under. She felt her struggling and let out a small smile before she heard a twig snap. She spun her head around and came face-to-face with the person who was enjoying the show from only minutes before. An angry Neville Longbottom with a wand aimed at her head.

“Reducto!”

-

“Harry...” Bill said, trailing off as he stood there. He noticed Snape to his right and Hermione to his left, their wands aimed at him. He knew that his life would end in a few short moments to the man in front of him, this teenage boy who's only worry should have been how to get into the pants of the girl to his left. Instead he was being forced to play executioner to a person who only wanted to save his new family. “May I have a last request?”

“What is it?” he asked, his voice showing the deep pain he must be feeling.

“Fleur...watch over her and our child, please.” he asked, his voice breaking. He knew that he would never get to hold her again, never hear her laugh or see her smile, never hear her voice as she talked about some part of growing up that was different from how he grew up. Her, the daughter of a rich Frenchmen. Himself, the self-made son of parents who had been forced into the shadows by the rich. He knew that he would never get to hold his child, hear the child's first words and see the child's first unsteady steps toward a smiling Fleur, watch as the child grew into either a handsome young man or beautiful young women. He also knew that his never being able to do those things again was what would allow them to do them again. He knew this as a fact, just like he knew his last moment on this earth would be thinking of her.

“I will.” he said, giving him a nod. Bill nodded back, the tears flowing freely as he raised his wand, his hand shaking.

“Avada...” he choked out through the tears and the lump in his throat, watching as the tip of his wand glowed green. He gave one last nod toward Harry before closing his eyes. He knew that if he saw the curse coming at him, he might try and dodge at the last second. He knew that if Harry saw the pain and sorrow in his eyes, than the young man might not complete what needed to be done.

“Reducto!” he heard Harry yell a moment later.

He thought of Fleur...