Harry Potter and the Head of Black

(A/N: The ending scene of the last chapter had been floating around in my head for some time. The want to write it was probably what caused me to get that chapter out in a matter of hours. I'm sorry for the delay, but I have been putting the final touches on my first book. Poetry and Ethics will be released on June 20, 2010 [subject to change by a few days] via Amazon.com and my e-store. The book will be $17.50, and half of my royalties will be going toward Loma Linda Medical University Children's Hospital here in Southern California. Thank you for your reviews, and as always, Read and Review, makes the author happy.)

Harry Potter and the Head of Black

Bill opened his eyes, expecting almost anything. He had heard rumors of white lights and long tunnels all of his life, from both the wizarding world and the muggle world. He had heard the myths of being on a boat and arriving on an island where everything was perfect. He was expecting just about anything.

What he was not expecting, was to see Harry Potter lowering his wand while Snape and Hermione did the same.

“Harry...?” he asked, fear in his voice.

“Look behind you.” he said, pointing toward the wall a bit to his side. He slowly turned and felt his wand slip from his hand at the sight.

Lying in front of him was himself. At least, he thought it was himself. He couldn't tell for sure due to the large amount of blood that had covered the body, as well as the fact that this Bill Weasley was lacking a head. He noticed what look like clumps of red hair lying around, as well as blown onto the wall behind the body. He could tell that this body wasn't real, though. It didn't have the smell of death that he was sadly familiar with.

“What...how did...what...?” he muttered, confused.

“I can truly say that I did hit Bill Weasley in the head with a reducto that caused said head to explode.” Harry said, smiling. “And your wand here has the trace of a killing curse.” he continued, picking up the dropped wand. “We just send this wand to Voldemort with a little parting note and call it a day.”

“You are truly insane, you know that...” Bill muttered, turning to look at him. “But Fleur-”

“Will be safe here with you.” Harry said, giving him a soft smile. “Go and get her. Bring her here and then you can sit her down and tell her what happened.”

“What if she can't stand to be with me?” he asked, lowering his head a bit. He was always afraid of what she would do if she found out what he agreed to do. He knew that she loved him, but was truly afraid that she would see him as the traitor that Hermione had seen him as. The two women shared the same brilliant mind, it only seemed to go that they would also think the same about him having the Dark Mark.

“Bill, go and get her.” Harry said again. “Everything will be fine.”

“Okay Harry.” he said, smiling at him. He turned away and made his way to the floo. He took a pinch of powder and threw it into the fire. He muttered something and vanished into flames. The smile slid off of Harry's face the moment the man vanished and, sensing Hermione behind him, spun around and backhanded her. She let out a shriek as she fell to the floor.

“Never belittle me like that again!” he yelled, turning toward her. “Never do that again! If you do, I'll fucking kill you!”

“Harry...?” she muttered, tears leaking from her eyes as she rubbed her cheek.

“Not only did you belittle me, but you did so in public!” he continued raging, screaming at her. He paid no attention to her tears. He didn't need to pay attention to them. They were not any concern to him. “You are to never belittle me, do you hear me! I belittle you! I'm the Master!”

“Harry, stop!” a voice rang out. A moment later, an enraged Remus Lupin stood between Harry and the beaten Hermione. Both of the teens could tell that it wasn't Remus who was between them, though. They could tell that Moony was desperately trying to get out. “Stop this, before you continue hurting her and yourself.”

“She belittled me, Remus!” he yelled, his eyes gauging the best way to get around the werewolf and continue to teach her a lesson. “The slave doesn't belittle her Master! The Master belittles his slaves!”

“Harry, listen to me!” Remus shouted, grabbing Harry by the arms. “When was the last time you has sex with Tonks?”

“I don't know...seems like months.” Harry muttered, looking over at the woman in question whom had followed Remus into the room. “Few days.”

“Harry, you need to have sex with her, now. Go and-”

“Slave, lets go!” he yelled, breaking away from Remus before the man could even finish. He grabbed Tonks arm roughly and dragged her out of the room, ignoring the scream of pain.

“Remus...?” Hermione asked, the tears plainly obvious in her voice. He turned and looked down at her, his heart breaking a small bit at the broken look in her eyes.

“Oh, Hermione.” he said, opening his arms up. She quickly scrambled over to him and threw her arms around him, crying into his chest. He pulled her close and rubbed her back, rocking her softly. He noticed Snape aim his wand at a dead body he suddenly noticed on the ground and flick it in the movement of a silent finite. He saw the body turn back into an old side table, now with a large chunk broken into splinters. He was sure there was an interesting story in it, but knew that now was not the time. Snape nodded his head to him and he walked out of the room.

“Why did he do that?” she asked, her voice broken from the sobs and the tears. “I thought he loved me.”

“He does, Hermione, he does.” he assured her, know that it must sound hollow to her. “He's not himself right now, though. He's under the effect of a betrayal debt.”

“There's no such-”

“I don't expect you to know about it, Hermione.” he said, continuing to hold her. “It's not something that the average book would hold, including those at Hogwarts.”

“But Hogwarts-”

“Was under the control of a dark lord for far to long.” Remus said, cutting her off again. “He removed all book on the subjects of concubines and slaves. As such, it is no surprise that Harry would not know anything about what he was getting himself into. In fact, you don't either.

“You see Hermione,” he started, slipping back into the professor role again, “Harry has a unique bond with Tonks due to the way he got her. When someone receives a concubine through some form of debt, the person will be empowered to treat the person badly, as a true slave. During the beginning, the first several months up to a year, if they do not have constant sex with them, it can cause them to treat the slave badly. When the slave is a meta like Tonks, however, things are a bit different.” he said, quickly coming to a stop. He didn't know how much to offer to Hermione, and he also knew that he was starting to get into dangerous territory.

“What does that have to do with how he treated me?” she asked through her tears. “What does that have to do with how he treated me? Why would he...” she started, trailing of. She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide in understand. Remus could also sense anger in them. “Professor Lupin, what does being a meta have to do with it?”

“Hermione, it really doesn't have much to-”

“Tell me!” she yelled, now glaring at him. “What does Harry not having sex with a meta have to do with him calling me a slave and hitting me!?”

“If the slave is a meta and is in the form of someone whom the master knows while having sex, then he will start treating that person as a slave as well if he stops having sex with the slave for any reason other than her death.” he said simply, knowing that Hermione would blow up when he said it. He was not disappointed.

“He had sex with her while she looked like me!?” she yelled at the same time the fire turned green. They both turned to watch as an ashen faced Bill came out followed by a teary-eyed Fleur. They looked at each other for a moment before Bill noticed the bruise forming on Hermione's face.

“Who hit you!?” he yelled, rage filling his eyes.

“I don't want to talk about it.” she said, her own eyes still filled with rage. “What happened to you?” she asked. The fight left Bill's face instantly. With a sigh, he walked over to the table and sat down, Fleur next to him.

“It's Ginny...she...she's dead.” he said, his voice broken. “Neville Longbottom found her trying to drown Luna Lovegood and killed her, saving Ms. Lovegood in the process.”

-

Neville watched as Ginny's now headless body sank into the pond, turning the water a deep red from the blood. He was shocked, his wand still aiming where her head was only moments before. He had just killed someone. He had just killed a person using the spells that Harry had taught him. He had just killed a beautiful woman he had a crush on since his fourth year of Hogwarts.

That was all pushed to the side as Luna's hand broke the surface of the water for a moment before slipping back in. He quickly ran over and reached in, pulling the petite girl out of the water. He dragged her up the away from the pond and lied her down. He he placed his fingers against her neck, much like he did another female friend only a month prior, and unlike that time felt nothing.

“Crap.” he muttered, looking at her, fear etched on his face. He started to run the drills Hermione had taught him into his head. He knew that this muggle CPR was used for times like this, and had been taught by the bushy-haired witch how to preform it after he had asked for help with a difficult medical spell.

He slowly placed his hand together in the correct position and placed them between the blonde girl's breast, desperately trying to not think about what he had seen only minutes before. He started to pump her chest, softly counting to thirty. Once he reached it, he tilted the girl's head up and opened her mouth he blew in two breaths, noticing her chest rise slightly. He went back and started to pump again.

“Come on.” he muttered, looking at her. “Don't die.” he said, moving back down to blow two more breaths into her. He quickly moved back to her chest and started again. When he reached nine, she started to cough, spitting up water. He quickly turned her as she regained consciousness. She got on all fours and started vomit up water. He pulled her hair away from her face and rubbed her back.

“Neville...?” she asked, turning to look at him once the water had cleared from her stomach and lungs.

“Yeah?” he asked, looking at her.

“Thank you.” she said softly. “Help me with my clothes, then we must head to the Burrow.”

“The Burrow...” he muttered, turning away from the naked witch to look at the now red water from the pond. “I...I killed their only...their...their only...”

“We must go, Neville.” she said, dragging him away from the pond after putting back on her clothing.

-

“When they got back, Mother was a mess.” Bill said, his eyes looking dead ahead. “Ginny's hand on the clock had turned black and fallen off, which according to Mum meant that the girl had died. When Luna told her what had happened, and that the only reason she was alive was because Neville had shown up, well, she didn't know what to do.” he continued, letting out a deep sigh. “She wanted to see the girl's memories, and she agreed. Turns out Ginny and her were lovers.”

“Ginny and Luna were lovers?” Hermione asked, unable to stop herself.

“Seems so.” Bill said, looking at her. He held her gaze for a moment before turning to look straight ahead again. “It seems that Neville Longbottom is a bit of a voyeur, and the two of them were putting on a show for him. There was about a thirty second amount of time, though, were her memories blacked out. Neville's memories of it show that she was giving a prophecy of some kind. Next thing that happened was Ginny was trying to kill Luna.”

“What was the prophecy given?” Remus asked, looking at the man.

“Something about the 'House of Fire' splitting into two.” Bill said, looking at him. “After two die, so will the one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord.”

“Harry?” Hermione asked, looking up.

“We don't know.” Bill said, turning to look at her. “Remember, until the other day, there was no other Dark Lord besides You-Know-Who. Now we have two Dark Lords running around the world. It's all moot anything, because the next line says that the power he has will return and bring him back.”

“The House of Fire was the Flammels.” Remus said absently, looking thoughtful. “I think there was a surviving member of the family who joined one of the true Ancient and Noble houses during the first war. I can't remember for the life of me who it is.”

“Was there anything else about the prophecy?” Hermione asked, looking at him.

“It said that one would live and two would die after the house split into two.” Bill answered, his voice going back to a dead quality. “It might mean the Weasleys.”

“What makes you say that?” Remus asked, though he looked and sounded like he came to the same conclusion.

“It can't be a coincidence that she gave this prophecy right around the same time that you guys found out my secret.” Bill said, looking Hermione. “From what I gathered, Harry was really going to kill me before you or Snape transfigured that side table over there to look like me.” he said, nodding his head back toward the damaged table. “Maybe the part of the prophecy that she gave said who would die, and Ginny became afraid.”

“Are you telling me that she heard the own foretelling of her death?” Hermione asked, rising he eyebrow.

“It makes sense.” Bill answered, looking at her. “Think about it. What else would make Ginny attempt to kill her own lover. The only reason it didn't work was because some voyeur they were putting a show on for happened to have a wand and training from Harry Potter.” he said with a sigh. He took a moment to look around the room, his eyebrows slowly coming together in confusion. “Speaking of which...where is Harry?”

-

“Get in there!” Harry yelled, flinging Tonks into the master bedroom. She stumbled into the room and hit the bed. With a small shriek she fell to the floor. Harry simply walked in behind and slammed the door, casting silencing charms on it with a wave of his hand. He walked over to where she was lying on the floor and aimed a kick at her, hitting her in the ribs. She let out a small gasp of pain before he reached down. His hands wrapped around her hair and pulled her up, causing her to scream out in pain. He flung her a bit to the side, causing her to land bent over the bed.

With no preamble of any kind, Harry ripped the jeans and pair of black panties she was wearing down past her hips, leaving her arse exposed for him. He felt and evil smile spread across his face as he bend down and bit one of her arse cheeks hard. She let out a scream of pain as a coppery taste started to fill him mouth. He pulled back, watching as the bite mark her had left her with started to bleed. He raised his hand back and brought it down in a quick open-handed blow, causing her to scream out as tears started to fall from her eyes. He laughed and brought his hand down again, each slap harder than the last.

“Clean my hand.” he said after a moment, moving his blood-covered hand toward her face. She stayed rigid for a moment before he thrust his hand over her mouth. He reached around and pried her mouth open, forcing her to lick the blood off with her tongue. “I said clean my hand, bitch!”

“Yeth Mather.” he heard her mutter into his hand. He smiled before rubbing his robe-covered crotch against her. The erection he had gained in just the past few minutes was almost painful. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he wouldn't be able to hold out. He wanted to be inside of her. He needed her to know that he was still the Master and she was still his bitch slave. He needed her to realize this before she belittled him in public again as she had in front of Bill and Snape, her betters.

“I'll teach you belittle me, you fucking bitch!” he yelled, moving his hand. He aimed a punch and hit her in the back of the head. He watched as she slumped to the bed, almost seeming to be unable to move. It didn't matter, though. He needed to teach her what happened when the slave tried to harm the Master. He quickly stripped himself and lined up with her ass. He knew how much she hated being shagged this way. With a large smile, he trust into her. He heard her scream out and knew that he would need to up his game if he was to hurt her as he should.

He reached forward and grabbed her short bubble-gum pink hair and ran his hands through it. The hair was as smooth as silk. He wrapped it around his fingers and grabbed the hair into fist before pulling back. He felt a sadistic smile spread across his face as he heard let out a small sob. He yanked back harder and as thrust into her arse at the same time. The scream she let out was music to his ears.

“I am you Master!” he yelled, giving her hair an extra powerful yank after a few moments. “Say it!”

“You are my Master!” she said between tears.

“You are my slave!” he yelled again, pulling harder.

“I am your slave!” she yelled as he let go. She fell forward and Harry aimed a punch. He hit in the back of the neck and she let out another scream. He shoot off inside of her arse, wondering why it didn't clinch hard like he heard it would. As fell on top of her panting, he figured he hit her in the wrong spot. It would only mean he would need to try again. And should he miss again, he would only need to continue trying until he found the spot or killed her.

He pulled out of her, ignoring the blood and cum that flowed out of her arse. He started to clean himself up and gather his discarded clothing. He felt his mind start to clear up and the realization of what he had almost done, what he had done, to Hermione hit him full force. He was supposed to love her, and he almost killed her. He loved her and he had hit her hard across the face. He felt the shame of what he had done hit him, and he knew he needed to go and apologize to her. He knew that he would need to have a long talk with her about what was happening to him, about what was new in his life. He knew that if she would ever return that love he had started to feel for her, he would need to be completely honest with her.

“Slave, lets go.” he said softly, turning to look at her. He watched as she stood up gingerly and put her clothing back on. He watched as the new bruises faded and the ripped out hair grew back before walking out the door.

-

“Harry's...um...well...he's um...” Hermione stammered, fresh tears forming in her eyes.

“Bill.” Remus said softly. The younger man looked up at him and Remus shook his head. He narrowed his eyes for a moment before the fire turned green. One by one, the rest of the Weasleys stepped out, followed by a nervous-looking Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. Hermione also noticed the glaring absence of a certain red-haired girl.

“Where's Potter!?” Ron yelled out. She looked at him and noticed the wand in his hands.

“Ron-” Hermione started.

“No, this is his fault!” he yelled, his eyes showing nothing but fury. He started to pace, moving away from everyone. “I'll kill the fucker!”

“Ronald!” Hermione and Molly shouted out at the same time. Ron turned to look at them before something over their shoulders drew his attention.

“Decided to show yourself!” he yelled, rising his wand up. He held it aimed at a gap between Hermione and Remus before turning his aim at her. “I know what will hurt you, Harry! You always needed to have everything! This is something I won't let you have! Fuck you Harry! Avada Kedavra!”

She stood still, unable to move. She knew that no one would be able to help her. If she tried to move, someone else could be hit by the green curse. She also knew that no one would be able to form some kind of shield for her to use in time. She knew that she was going to die.

A moment before the curse hit her, she saw an unruly mop of black hair and emerald green eyes fill her vision. She let out a scream a moment later as the emerald green eyes dulled and Harry slumped to the floor, dead.

-

“Where's Potter!?” Harry heard his former best mate Ron yell out. He knew that something bad must have happened. He and Tonks were on their way back down to the parlor, and he started to quicken his pace. “No, this is his fault!” he heard him continue to yell a moment later. He must have cut off someone with how fast he spoke. “I'll kill the fucker!” he heard him yell even louder. He started running.

“Ronald!” he heard Hermione and Molly yell out as he entered the pallor. He saw Ron turn an meet his eyes.

“Decided to show yourself!” Ron yelled, raising his wand at him. He let a sense of extreme concentration fall on his face, only to look on in shock as he turned the wand to Hermione. “I know what will hurt you, Harry!” he yelled, deranged. “You always needed to have everything! This is something I won't let you have! Fuck you Harry! Avada Kedavra!”

He started to move, knowing he only had seconds to get to Hermione. He knew that he would do anything for her. That he had almost hurt her earlier killed him. He knew that he would not let her down, though. He would not let this deranged lunatic kill her.

He reached her and spun around, looking into her chocolate brown eyes. He saw the fear in them quickly change to surprise a moment before everything went black.

-

Hermione fell to her knees next to Harry, tears falling from her eyes. She noticed spells flying at Ron, including four curses the same color as the one he threw at Harry. She paid it no mind as Ron, still with an evil smirk plastered to his face, was reduced to a red smear. Her only focus was on Harry. She placed her hand to his neck and felt nothing. She felt hysterical sobs start to hit her body when Luna walked up to her.

“You know what must be done.” the girl said, her eyes focused for the first time in Hermione's memory. “In order to bring him back, the Daughter of the Goddess and the Daughter of the Moon must become his throne.”

“How...?” she asked, looking at her with tears spilling from her eyes.

“We must become his throne.” she said before looking down at him. She slowly placed her hand over his heart. “The Daughter of the Moon shall agree to be his throne.” she said. Harry started to grow a dark green as Luna looked over at Hermione. She had remembered the dream she had several nights ago. She knew what she needed to do. Before she could though, she watched as Neville placed his hand on top of Luna's.

“The Mighty Squib shall agree to be his second.” he said in an official voice, causing Harry to glow red. She looked at him and saw that he seemed to be slightly confused, yet made no comment about wanting to take back what he said. If anything, it seemed that he doubled his want to do it. Slowly, she moved her hand and placed it over his hand.

“The Daughter of the Goddess shall agree to be his throne.” she said, causing Harry to glow a gold. After a moment, the glow faded and Harry sat up quickly, his eyes opened in shock as she sucked in a deep breath.

-

In the Hall of Prophecies located deep within Department of Mysteries, two Unspeakables stood talking amongst each other when a bright white light started to shine from one of the shelves. They started to make their way over when a loud voice started to fill the air.


The house of fire shall split in two, one shall live, two shall die.

When two shall die so will the One with the power to defeat the Dark Lord.

His destiny will be fulfilled and the power he has lost will return.

The daughter of the goddess and the daughter of the moon shall become his throne.

The mighty squib shall become his second.

From the ash of the world shall arise his kingdom, ever moving.

The house of fire shall split in two, one shall live, two shall die.

The both looked at each other, shocked, when the same thing happened again two aisles over.

The house of fire shall split in two, one shall live, two shall die.
The son of old shall live.

The son of new shall die.

The daughter from centuries thrice shall die.

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.

“Has that ever happened before?” one of them asked, looking at the other.

“No.” the other replied, looking toward the first one. “From the ash of the world shall arise his kingdom, ever moving?”

-

In the Pacific Ocean, in the infamous “Ring of Fire” near the center, a large land mass rose from the ocean. It quickly vanished, leaving the muggle governments to believe it was interference from their satellites.

For the first time in a several thousand years, the Island of Black, the fabled Atlantis, had risen from the ocean.

(I promise, it won't be a city-ship that can travel through hyperspace to other galaxies built by the Alterians equipped with a stargate that can dial other stargates on other planets. It will just be an island...that just happens to also be Atlantis. An no, that wasn't planned until the moment I typed it.)