Harry Potter and the Head of Black

(A/N: Hate this part, absolutely fucking hate it. Had to go through and change several things because they contradicted other things I said. Even then, I might have missed something. I also make mention of Susan having no parents in this. While it never truly says in cannon, it's convention to have her an orphan in fannon, so why break convention? No sex, though expect foursome for opening scene next part.)

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vanzdaprincez: Two of your three questions are answered below. I will touch on the Luna one now, though. In regards to Luna being treated like a true slave, the answer to that is, well...I don't know. The original challenge requirement was for Harry to have Tonks as a true slave, and at least two slaves from each house at Hogwarts. Even the challenge creator, however, stated that he wasn't going to have Hermione be a true slave. Harry will treat his slaves in varying amounts of D/s, with some being treated as true slaves and others in a more “D/s” relationship. A while back, I stated that this story would be a “H/Hr/Herem” story. Hermione will be above all the other slaves (Luna included) hierarchy wise, but will not be above Harry. Equal...maybe...but not above. There will be a few exceptions that will be true 100% sex slaves, with Tonks being the only one stated as of yet. For the moment, I will say that he won't treat Luna as bad as Tonks, mainly due to her being his “throne” along with Hermione. And if you or anyone reading this don't get the idea of what that means, take a Myth and Legends literature class, or read The Power of Myth by Joseph Campbell.

M.A.S: You an English professor? That was easily the most in-depth critique I've read, even more-so than in the few university-level classes I've taken. Yes, the grammar and spelling are issues of mine (dyslexia doesn't help), and have been my entire life (I've been given several theories as to why, but that's neither here nor there).

In the Left Behind book series, there was a main character introduced in I believe the fourth book. He was described only with four or five words. When asked about it, Jenkins in turn asked the interviewer how he pictured the character. Jenkins was given a full detailed description of how the person viewed him in his mind. I could say “Picture Hermione as EW and Luna as whoever played her and Harry as he looked on the book cover” and whatnot. Unless for some large body disfiguring injury, they look cannon. Hermione's scar is rarely, if ever, hinted at, thus its mention here. OC and rarely mentioned cannon characters will have a bit more description if they have a decent part (Charlie doesn't, hence his glossing-over, same with Bill).

Being victimized like Harry was wouldn't preclude someone from avoided homosexual tendencies. Jury is still out on it, but some psychologist claim it will make them lean more toward homosexual, bisexual, and sadist tendencies. It's on about even footing last I heard, leaning more toward saying it does, but it isn't that important. I may write it and upload it as a different file, leave it up to the reader to decide reading it or not.

As for the sex, the only thing I can really say regarding it is this. Prior to having sex, they were some of the easiest scenes to write. After having had sex, I can't write them to save my life.

Harry Potter and the Head of Black

She walked down the hallway, knowing where he was. The loud military-style drum beat with simple bass, combined with the vocals of David Gilmour and Roger Waters could only mean that he was still listening to another old Pink Floyd LP. She walked up to the door and heard him singing along with the record.

“Sitting in bunker, here behind my wall!” she heard him sing, surprisingly on key. “Waiting for the worms, worms to come!”

“Harry?” she asked, opening the door. She found him lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling as he was singing. Next to the old phonograph machine was a stack of five LPs, all of which were Pink Floyd. He looked over at her and waved her in before the volume on the phonograph was turned down. She looked over at it and knew he must have done it wandlessly.

“I wonder if Voldemort ever listened to this.” he said, nodding his head toward the LP jacket next to him. She picked it up, not needing to see it to know it was The Wall.

“He does seem to act a lot like Pink, doesn't he?” she said absently as she placed it with the others. “Harry, we need to talk.” she said, causing him to frown. Ever since he had woken from the dead, he had been avoiding her, most likely because of the way he had treated her. She knew that they needed to clear the air. “It's been three days, Harry. We need to talk, to clear the air about what happened.”

“Well, what did you want to talk about?” he asked, doing his best to keep his voice calm. Not for the first time, he wished he knew how to apperate.

“First thing's first.” she said calmly, looking at him. “Why did you have Tonks turn into me?”

“Because I...” he started, trailing off. He looked at her, seeing the barely controlled anger in her eyes. He knew after he had done it that it was wrong. That had been why he stopped having sex with Tonks. He had no idea that it would cause him to start treating Hermione like she was a slave. It had almost destroyed any possible future relationship between the two of them, though he was willing to bet that had he not “died” three days ago, she would not be talking to him now.

“Because you what, Harry?” she asked, her voice no longer calm. He turned his head away from her for a moment, knowing that his next words would easily destroy him before turning back to look at her.

“We had just spent the day with you.” he said, looking into her eyes for any kind of indication that she was going to launch some new spell she had read about at him. “I had been feeling a pull toward you for a while, and I...”

“And you what, Harry?” she asked again through clenched teeth.

“When we got back, I asked her to turn into you.” he said, turning away from her glare. “I thought I was raping you.”

“You were Harry.” she said, her voice cold enough to freeze the very depths of Hell. “I never gave you permission to use my body in any way, Harry James Potter.”

“I'm so-”

“Are you?” she asked him, cutting off his words. “Are you sorry that you used my body without my permission?”

“I...I just...” he stammered, getting her to sigh.

“Harry...” she said with a sigh, turning around to leave.

“I'll give it all up!” he suddenly yelled. “I'll give up everything! My titles, my money, every obligation I have!”

“You can't do that, Harry!” she yelled, turning back to look at him. “The wizarding world requires a strong Lord Potter and Lord Black!”

“I don't care!” he yelled. “I never wanted any of this! All I wanted was you! All I wanted was the girl I loved, something I could never have!”

“What do you mean something you could never have?” she asked, her voice softening. He instantly turned his head away from her, a stray tear falling from his face. “Harry...what happened?”

“You remember that damn prophecy from the Department of Mysteries?” he asked.

“Yes.” she said simply.

“It was about me and Voldemort.” he said, still not looking at her. “It said that I have to kill him or he has to kill me.”

“Harry?” she asked, walking over to him. She turned him toward her and let out a small gasp seeing the tears falling from his face.

“I just couldn't risk loosing you.” he told her. “You're to important to me to risk loosing.”

“Harry...” she said, pulling her into his arms. “Why didn't you just tell me?”

“That no good idiot Dumbledore screwed me over.” he said. “He told me to never release the prophecy, and so I never told anyone. You're the first I've told.”

“That still doesn't explain why-”

“Because I knew I could never safely be with you.” he said, looking away again. “I know what I did was wrong, just like I know the only reason you're even talking to me is because I died.”

“There's more to it then that.” she said, reaching into her pocket for a piece of parchment. “I asked Tonks to grab something for me while she put in her resignation.”

“What is it?” he asked, taking the piece of folded paper. He opened it up and almost dropped it in shock.

“Luna and myself are married to you.” she told him. “And you and I are soul mates.”

“We're soul mates?”

“Yes Harry, we are.” she told him. She pulled him closer into her arms and he put an arm around her as well. “We'll get through this Harry.”

“I know.” he said before turning to look at her. “I love you.”

“I love you too Harry.” she said, smiling softly. They both knew that it would take time, but what Harry did would one day be completely forgiven.

(A/N: Wow...I had to pull that sob story out of the closet to get them together. I really didn't think that idea through as much as I should have...well, back to the story.)

-

“All rise!” Fudge yelled, looking at the group of people. They were currently seated inside the Council of Old, awaiting this new person whom was supposed to be taking the place of Potter and Black seats. No one knew who it was, though he suspected that damnable half-breed Lupin might know. There was also the fact that Weasley was back in his seat and the Malfoy seat had vanished. It would have raised questions had it not been made public knowledge that there were no more Malfoys. It had raised a lot of problems amongst the old families, but Fudge had promised to see it fixed. How he would pull it off though, he had no idea. Between Lucius being in a Ministry holding cell, Draco Malfoy being dead, and Narcissa Malfoy being left without a name, the seat was to have been left in limbo. And yet, the seat had simply vanished after the death of Draco and Narcissa being left without a home.

“As you are all aware, we are here today per the Call of Council forwarded on July third. The Call of Council was put forth by the new holder of the Potter and Black seats.”

“If I may ask, who is it?” Renee Dolohov, a suspected Death Eater, asked.

“Lord Harry James Potter-Black.” a voice said, ringing out from the shadows. Everyone turned to watch as Harry made his way out of the shadows, wearing a set of the finest made silk robes with the Potter and the Black crest. Behind him, following two paces behind, were Hermione and Luna, also dressed in fine silk robes. On Hermione's robe, the Potter crest was sewn over hr left breast, and the Black crest was sewn over the same spot on Luna's robe.

“I oppose this motion!” Dolohov yelled, getting Harry's eyes to thin.

“I oppose you being here, witch.” he said, his voice deadly calm. “For crimes against the Lady of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, I propose the expulsion of House Dolohov from an Ancient and Noble House!”

“The Ancient and Noble House of Weasley seconds the motion.” Arthur said, standing.

“The Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass thirds the motion.” Adrian Greengrass said, standing.

“The Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom fourths the motion.” Neville said, walking in wearing robes as nice as Harry's. The inclusion of the Potter and Black crest on his right arm and its meaning was not lost on the purebloods.

“The Noble House of Bones fifths the motion.” Madam Amelia Bones said, standing.

“The Noble House of Abbot sixths the motion.” Johnson Abbot said, standing.

“The Noble House of Davis sevenths the motion.” Thomas Davis said, standing.

“The Noble House of Lupin eighths the motion.” Remus said, standing.

“Being a unanimous vote, you are expelled from the Council of Old.” Harry said, watching as the imitation throne with the Dolohov crest vanished. Renee fell to the floor, glaring at him.

“That wasn't unanimous!” she yelled. “Undo what you did you freak!”

“It was unanimous.” he said, his voice still deadly calm. “None of you, besides those that spoke, are from even a Noble House. As such, you can either go away by your own free will and have a chance for your House to one day sit as a Noble House, or you will be expelled from these chambers forever.”

“How dare you!” Fudge yelled, standing up. “As repayment, I demand that this brat be expelled from these chambers and that the seats belonging to Potter and Black be given to Dolohov.” he said. “As leader of the Council of Pure, so I speak it, so mote it be!” he finished with a yell, banging his gravel on the table in front of him. Dolohov gave Harry an evil smile before walking over. She turned to look at him and sat on his chair, a look of triumph on her face.

The look quickly turned to one of fear as she clutched her heart. She screamed out in pain, her body shaking before turning to ash. Everyone in the room watched as the seat pulsed with magical energy, causing the ash to vaporize. They knew that could only happen if someone took a seat that wasn't theirs.

“Former Minister Fudge.” Harry said, walking over to the seat. He noticed Neville walk over and sit on his own throne, a small smirk on his face. He reached his own throne and sat in it, noting that it was comfortable for looking to be made out of solid gold. “Your list of crimes are far to much to list. Since half of them were against me either directly or indirectly, I call upon you a Debt of Honor.”

“I'll have you know, brat, that I owe you-” he said before his body pulsed. A look of fear passed across his face.

“Seeing as you have no daughters for me to use to collect the Debt of Honor from, I demand your life.” Harry said simply, watching as the now late Minister's body slumped forward from his chair, dead.

“How are you doing this!?” Nott yelled, standing up.

“Simple. I control three seats here.” he said, leaning back into his chair as Hermione and Luna conjured two smaller thrones behind him. “I control the Potter seat by right of birth, the Black seat by right of succession, and the Gaunt seat by right of conquer. As you can see, Lord Longbottom is my Second. I can have any of you thrown out without any other votes.”

“I'm sure you don't.”

“Very well.” he said, standing up. “As the Head of three Ancient and Noble House, I reject you being an Ancient and Noble House and expel you from the Council of Old.”

“The Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom seconds the motion.” Neville said, standing up.

“So we speak it, so mote it be.” they both said, causing the seat under Nott to vanish.

“Is that proof enough?” Harry asked, looking at them. “This is your last chance. Leave, and be able to sit as a Noble House should your house reach a twentieth generation. Otherwise, be expelled forever!” he yelled, getting everyone who wasn't even from a Noble House to get up and leave quickly, their fake thrones vanishing behind them. When the doors close, Harry turned to look at Neville and nod his head.

“I am here in support of Lord Harry James Potter-Black.” he said, standing up. “For centuries, House Longbottom has stood with House Potter, aligned to stand against the enemies and upstarts that have taken control of our world. I say again, no more! The lesser bloods that have lied and killed for their own pleasure must be stopped and put down like the diseased dogs that they collectively are!”

“House Weasley shall continue to align itself with the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Black.” Arthur said, standing up. A golden glow formed around him for a moment before fading away.

“House Lupin shall continue to align itself with the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Black.” Remus added, standing up as well. The same golden glow formed around him as well.

“Thank you for your show of support.” Harry said, nodding to them in turn. “As my second has said, the time of upstarts taking over our world must come to an end! No more can we allow them to rule us through fear! Voldemort's Inner Circle had their arses handed to them by two school children! Myself, whom they believe to be an arrogent fool and my second Neville, whom they believed to be only slightly more powerful than a squib! Lady Potter was there as well, though was felled by a lucky shot! Lady Black was also there, and was protecting the Lady Potter and two others who turned to be traitors!

“How many have you felled!?” he shouted, standing up. “How many Death Eaters have you defeated!? Madam Bones, how effective have the Aurors been!?”

“That idiot Fudge put a hold on us.” she said simply. “He all but shut down the Auror Academy and did his best to see active duty aurors laid off or retired.”

“And why had the Wizengamot not impeached him?”

“Because most of its members just walked out, and it was headed by a previously unknown dark lord.”

“Exactly.” Harry said, turning to look at them all in turn. “It is for this reason, that as the Head of three Ancient and Noble House, I demand the immediate liquidation of the Wizengamot!”

“You can't!” Abbot yelled, standing up. “Corrupt they may be, but that is the only thing holding this world together!”

“The Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom seconds the motion.” Neville stated, standing again.

“So we speak it, so mote it be!” they yelled, ignoring the shouts. A golden glow surround them for a moment before fading, showing that the group was no more.

“The original government reported to the Council of Old!” Harry yelled as Neville sat back down. “In the times of old, before the Ministry and before Hogwarts, the Council was absolute authority! It is my hope that we can once again be the voice of reason! With this body in charge, weak politicians can not take control and run the wizarding world the brink of extinction! As the Head of three Ancient and Noble Houses, I put forth the motion that the Council of Old once again become the main governing body of the Wizarding World!”

“The Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom second the motion.” Neville said, once again standing.

One by one, the others stood as well.

-

Remus walked up to the man sitting in the back of the Hogs Head and sat down in the empty seat, placing a rolled up piece of parchment on the table. The man looked up at him and pointed toward a shot-glass near a bottle of firewhiskey. Remus took the bottle and poured a shot before downing it. He felt the liquid fire slide down his throat before pouring another shot.

“What can I do for you, my friend?” the man asked, his eyes going toward the rolled up parchment. “Are you here to ask for payment of the debt?”

“Yes and no, Adrian.” Remus replied, sliding the parchment over. “I'm afraid that I won't live through this war, and would like the debt to be given to my heir.”

“Your heir?” he asked, picking up and unrolling the parchment. His eyes moved down it, a look of understanding starting to form on his eyes. “Ah, Lord Potter-Black.”

“He already has two line-bearers.” Remus continued. “Lady Hermione Granger-Potter and Lady Luna Lovegood-Black have agreed to become the bearers of the Potter and Black line respectively. Lady Granger-Potter is the mistress of the house, though I do not know what the power situation truly is.”

“I suppose you are referring to Ms. Tonks being a slave by a betrayal debt.”

“Yes.” Remus said, picking up the parchment that Adrian had placed back on the table. “He also has three other witches he could take by those debts as well.”

“And my daughter?”

“The wording of the debt says that your daughter would become the Lupin line-bearer provided there is still a Lupin male left alive.” Remus said. “Provided you agree, then she would become Lady Daphne Greengrass-Lupin. She would be the Lady of the lesser of the three Houses, but Harry isn't one who cares about things such as that.”

“He would hold a large amount of power in the Council of Old.”

“He already does.” Remus countered. “You saw him there. He went and cut out all those who were not from an actual Ancient and Noble House, and denied them from ever sitting as a Noble House ever again.”

“He controls three of the Ancient and Noble Houses.” Adrian said, looking him in the eye. “He also has the Ancient and Noble Houses of Weasley and Longbottom, and the Noble House of Lovegood voting for his following.”

“He also has me voting with him.”

“I'm a lame duck in there as it is, my friend.” he continued, as if Remus has never cut him off. “I always have been, ever since those damn idiots placed themselves on the Council. The meeting only showed how much of a lame duck I am.”

“You've seen how Dumbledore's lackey ran for the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black.” Remus said, cutting off whatever tangent Adrian was going into. “Harry won't be like them. Unless he sees a travesty of justice, he wouldn't do anything. He has those two witches keeping him tethered. One more witch would only keep him further grounded.”

“You really don't believe you'll live to see the end of this war, do you?”

“I really don't.” he answered honestly. “As beautiful as your daughter is, and though I would honestly love to spend my last few days in the presence of someone so young, I have no want to make a sixteen year old girl a widow.”

“And should Potter die as well?”

“Then there will be no hope.” Remus answered honestly.

-

Harry was walking toward the parlor room, being drawn by a sound that was beautiful, and in ways haunting at the same time. He could tell it was someone playing the piano and a woman singing. The song wasn't familiar to him, which wasn't at all shocking, but he already loved it if she would just continue singing. He made it to the parlor room and looked in, only to find his favorite person sitting at a large grand piano.

“And the forest will echo with laughter. Ohh...it really makes me wonder.” he heard Hermione sing, her fingers gliding over the keys. He stood in the doorway, watching as she played. He hated to have to bother her when she was playing, since he loved it so much. It helped calm him, watching as she played. It was something that seemed almost intimate, watching as she played. He noticed what looked like handwritten sheet music in front of her and briefly wondered if she had written the song herself.

“It's called, 'Stairway to Heaven' Harry.” she said as if she was reading his mind, stopping her playing. She turned to look at him and gave him a small smile. “A band called Led Zeppelin wrote it.”

“Are they any good?” he asked, not having any experience with music outside of Pink Floyd. Even then, he didn't know that music of that style even existed until Remus had given him the old LPs that he had lying around.

“They're good.” she answered, giving him a small smile. “I'll get Remus to bring you a few of their albums.” she said.

“Speaking of Remus.” a voice said from behind them. They turned around and saw him standing there, a small smile playing on his face. “Harry, I need you to allow in two people.”

“Who?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Adrian Greengrass and his daughter Daphne.”

“Daphne Greengrass?” he asked, looking toward Hermione. “Name sound familiar?”

“Honestly, Harry.” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “Daphne Greengrass is one of the few Slytherins who are decent. Her and her friend Tracy Davis are my partners in Arthimancy and she's my partner in Ancient Runes.”

“So she's safe?”

“She is, Harry.” Remus answered, getting the two of them to look back at him. “If you could give me a piece of paper with the secret on it, I'll go and get them. They need to discuss a bit of business with you.”

“What kind of business?” he asked warily.

“It's a bit of business between the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass and the Noble House of Lupin.”

“If it needs to be done on neutral territory, this isn't the place, Remus.” Harry said, wondering why Remus was asking to have a meeting here. He thought the man should know that he would always back him up. Hardly neutral territory.

“It involves you, Harry.”

“Remus...” Harry muttered, an unsettling feeling forming in the pit of his stomach. “I'm not going to wind up with another wife...am I?”

“Everything will be explained Harry, I promise.” Remus said, ignoring the question. Harry gave him a look for a moment before sighing. He walked over to the desk off to the side and wrote the secret down. He charmed it with the Marauder's Password before handing it back to Remus. He smiled at the younger man and promised to be back within five minutes before leaving.

“Why do I feel like I'm going to end up with another wife?” Harry asked, turning to look at Hermione.

“Because I feel the same way.” she answered, a small piece of pain evident in her eyes. “Daphne is at least a knockout. You should be happy.”

“All I wanted was you.” he said, walking over to her. He bent down to kiss her briefly before turning to the piano she was sitting out. “Not that I mind, since you play beautifully, but where did this piano come from?”

“Well, you know how you said Luna and I could buy anything we wanted?” she asked, getting him to nod his head. “Well, I bought a new piano.”

“So what did this cost?” he asked, walking over to look at it. “Steinway?”

“My parents bought me the same model.” she said, running her fingers across the ivory keys.

“You ignored my question.” he said, turning his head to look at her.

“About seven Galleons.” she said, smiling at him. “You still have several trillion.”

“Could buy the world with that kind of money.”

“You could.” she agreed, looking at him. “I know that you wouldn't, though.”

“If I knew it could make life easier, I would.” he said, sitting next to her at the piano. “Buy my way out of this mess so I can just be with you.”

“You would give up on a woman who could become anything your heart wants, a bi-sexual witch whom feels she owes you a debt, possibly a total knockout, just to be with me?” she asked, smiling at him. She knew his answer.

“I would trade everything, every last thing I own save a small cottage and that piano, just to be with you.” he said, giving him a soft kiss.

“Isn't that sweet.” a voice said that Harry didn't know. It was a sultry voice that held the depths of a seductress that was longing to be released. He turned to see who spoke and came face-to-face with a beautiful woman he had seen sitting at the Slytherin table for years.

“Good afternoon, My Lord Potter-Black-Lupin.” she said, curtsying. “I am Daphne Greengrass.”

“Lupin?” he asked dumbly, turning to look at Hermione. She shrugged, getting him to look over Daphne's shoulder at Remus and Adrian. “Moony, I thought I said I didn't want another wife?”

“I have a good reason for this, Pup.” Remus said, walking over to a chair.

“Good. I'm listening.”

“I don't think I'm going to live to see the end of this war.” he said, looking him dead in the eye. “The Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass has had a debt paid to me due to my helping his wife in a time of need. In short, his oldest daughter would become the Lupin line barer.”

“You don't think you'll going to survive?” Hermione spoke up as Harry remained silent.

“I have willed Harry to be my heir.” he said simply. “I plan on having you become my heir tonight.”

“And that can be done without you dying?”

“It can.” he said, pulling out a rolled piece of parchment. “All you need to do is sign this with a blood quill and-”

“I'm not using one of those things again!” he yelled, raising his wand. He noticed both the adults grow silent as they stared at him.

“Harry...when have the goblins had you use a blood quill?” Remus asked, his face showing the hope that that was what Harry was talking about.

“It wasn't the goblins.” Hermione said bitterly. “It was the foul hag Umbitch...I'm mean Umbridge.”

“Madam Umbridge?” Adrian asked, looking at his daughter. “Daphne, have you heard anything about that?”

“I haven't, Father.” she said, turning to look at him. “Not everyone in Slytherin flocked toward her banner.”

“What do you mean not everyone did?” Harry asked, lowering his wand.

“Tracy and I have always been the outspoken ones.” she said. “We are two of the true Slytherins, the ones who are actually quite cunning. There is also Zabini and Millicent. They are betrothed to each other, and because of this Millicent wears glamour charms all the time to make her look...unattractive.”

“So you mean she's...?” Harry asked, trailing off.

“She may not be a knockout like others, but Blaise seems to love her and call her beautiful the few times it's only the four of us in a locked and secured room. I'm guessing it's the same in privet.”

“And you two are safe because...?” Hermione asked.

“Because like it or not, they all know that we come from true families on the Council of Old.” she replied. “The Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass and the Noble House of Davis were on the Council of Old when the blood purist were still muggles who sold their wives, sisters, mothers, daughters, and sometimes sons for cheep alcohol.”

“For an upstart family like that to mess with an Ancient and Noble House, the punishment is death.” Adrian said. “It happened during the days following the end of the first blood war. The families of Death Eaters who killed off the true Ancient and Noble, as well as Noble families were utterly destroyed.”

“That seems barbaric.” Hermione said softly, looking at them.

“That is the way things are.” Adrian said simply. “Far to many of the Ancient and Noble Houses, as well as the Noble Houses were killed off during the last war. For many, they are almost to the point of dying off.”

“What do you mean?”

“It's like this, Hermione.” Remus said. “Harry is the last Potter and the last Black. She he die without a male heir to both lines, then that line will forever be gone once the corresponding lady died. Neville is the last male Longbottom. Should he die without an heir, than that house will most likely die as well.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Because Frank is still alive, they could take semen samples from him and engineer an heir that way.” Adrian answered. “It was something that has usually been voted against due to being muggle, but after the war, we have all thought about it.”

“The Noble House of Bones is a dead house.” Remus continued. “The only ones left are Amelia and her niece Susan. There is no male heir to the house of Bones, and even Susan keeping her name, there would still be no heir. And as for me, well, as I said, I do not believe that I will see the end of this war.”

“Which brings us right back to where we started.”

“It is a simple as signing this piece of paper with a blood quill.” Remus said, holding up the two items. “It's only a shame that Umbridge was killed. I didn't see the article, though.”

“Neither did I.” Adrian admitted. “You could have dueled her to death.”

“A duel to the death...another thing I need.” he muttered, taking the quill from Remus. “As if one wasn't enough.”

-

It was the twentieth of July when a motorcycle pulled to a stop in front of Number Four Privet Drive. The people in the house near Number Four looked out from their curtains to see a young man wearing a leather jacket with the word “Marauder” on the back get off the bike. They noticed the word “Prongs” printed on the helmet he was wearing, which he took off. They instantly recognized him as being Harry Potter, the delinquent that lived in Number Four. As he walked up toward the door, it opened up.

“What are you doing here, driving that damnable thing!?” she hissed, glaring at him. He ignored the glare and pushed past her into the house. She took a quick look around and noticed the neighbors watching her. They had been talking ever since Vernon and Dudley had disappeared. Some had been talking about her having had them killed off for the insurance money. She denied it, but the rumors and gossip had started to spread when neither of them showed back up.

“I'll ask you one last time, Freak, what the hell are you doing here!” she yelled after the door was closed. Harry simply turned around to face her, his wand raised. “You can't use that stick!”

“I'm a legal adult, so I can.” he said simply. A silent finite later, and Petunia Dursley was swaying on her feet.

“What...?” she muttered, looking around for a moment. Her eyes feel on Harry after a moment. “James?”

“What's the last thing you remember?” he asked, his voice hard.

“Harry?” she muttered, looking at him confused. “What happened?”

“Dumbledore happened.” he said simply, turning his wand toward the staircase. He case a silent accio and watched as his trunk appeared before him. “He left me here where you-”

“We raped you.” she finished, her face going pale. “We...we...”

“You did.” he said simply, shrinking his trunk so he could pocket it. “Sirius asked that I come back and undo that bastard's mind raping of you. It was his last request of me. Otherwise I'd have never come back.”

“Where's Vernon and Dudley?” she asked, watching as he walked toward the door.

“Vernon's dead.” he said simply, stopping for a moment. “Dudley killed him after the mind controls and blocks on his magic started to fail.”

“Dudley's a...”

“Wizard, yes.” he said, turning to face her. “Just like you're a pureblood witch as well.”

“Harry...” she muttered, her eyes moving toward the cupboard where they had locked him up in for years, letting him out only to make him do endless chores and to be a sex slave. “I'm-”

“Don't bother saying you're sorry.” he said, turning to open the door. Petunia saw the bike outside and felt her heart stop.

“Is that...?”

“Yes.” he said simply, not turning to face her. “When that bastard brought me here all those years ago, it was on that bike. My wives tell me that it's only proper that my last time leaving here, I leave on this bike.”

“Wives?”

“Lady Hermione Granger-Potter, Lady Luna Lovegood-Black, and Lady Daphne Greengrass-Lupin. We're having the ceremony tonight to make it all official.” he said, turning to face her. “All three of them said that I should leave Hell on the same bike that brought me.”

“Harry, I'm-”

“I was asked to tell you something.” he continued, his voice emotionless. “There is no dark side of the moon, really. Matter of fact it's all black.”

“How...?” she asked, tears falling from her face.

“Goodbye, Mrs. Dursley.” he said, turning away. She watched as he walked out to the bike, putting James' old helmet on. He never looked back as he left Privet Drive for the last time. Many years after his death, people would always talk about the things he did. One thing they would always talk about was how he was brought to Privet Drive against his will on a motorcycle, and left riding the same motorcycle on his own. When the Wizarding world and the muggle world combined as one after years of separation, a plaque was placed where the bike had landed on 1981 and where Harry parked in 1996 in ironically the same exact spot.

For the here and now, though, Harry Potter could care less about plaques and irony.

He was finally free of the last of his inner demons.

-

“My Lord...I'm sorry.”

“I do not have time for apologies, my old friend.”

“My Lord...it is not my fault.”

“You were tasked with getting the prophecy from six school children! There were four fifth years and two fourth years! Ten of you captured and identified! Dolohov killed! The operation to break you out cost me another six!”

“My Lord...it wasn't my-”

“I have no more use for you, Lucius. You son is dead, your marriage dissolved, and your fortune returned to the Black vaults. All of your usefulness is gone.”

“Please, My Lord!”

“Avada Kedavra!”

(A/N: For the “Hermione Plays Stairway to Heaven” scene, look up Glavenopolis on YouTube and watch her piano balled cover of Stairway to Heaven. She led to the idea of having Hermione playing it with Harry listening in. And I apologize if this doesn't flow well. Really hated writing this part.)