Debts and Decisions

AN: Here it is, btw I posted this on AFF because of some content
I chose to use. It actually has little to do with sexual content,
although there will be some. I intent for this to become a full
seventh year fic if I choose to continue over time. I\'m doing this
at my leisure at the moment and next week I wont have as much
free time, so we\'ll see.


The after effects of the storm from the previous night had
left their mark on Grimmauld Place. The residents of the lonely
street gathered outside to assist in cleaning up what damage was
done to their homes and yards. The yards were covered in dead
leaves various small water puddles decorated their respective
walkways.


The watersoaked walkway going in the direction of Number
12 showed a little sign of use from early morning visitors who
had come and gone.


One and a half months prior, Harry had begun his search
for the other Horcruxes he was assigned by Dumbledore shortly
before his death. Taking great care in not riling up notice from
either Voldemort or any of his minions, he set out to locate the
remaining ones. Having been clued in by Hermione\'s recollection
of the locket Kreacher had previously attempted to steal from
the assortment of trash Sirius had tried to dispose of before
Harry\'s fifth year. He had shown Hermione the bogus locket that
Dumbledore and he had recovered from Voldermort\'s little
hideaway cave. Hermione immediately recalled the locket they had
found during the cleanup that none of them were able to open.
They had sat it aside for the trash pile then Kreacher had come
and wandered off with it. As Ron was currently occupied as
practical slavelabor for his mother in preparation for the
upcoming wedding, after Dumbledore\'s funeral Harry and Hermione
fled to the house with the assistance of Professor Flitwick.
First to task was the reinstitution of the Fidelius Charm. Once
it was deemed that no intrusion had befallen the house the
search for the sealed locket began. Finding the locket proved,
in the very end, to be no large task at all. It was, in fact,
quite trivial. On the first and obvious location of Kreacher\'s
sleeping quarters the locket was found amidst the rubble and
trash that the elf seemed keen on collecting and protecting. As
Kreacher himself was still situated at Hogwarts, there was not
a thing to battle in regards of it.


Professor Flitwick chose to be the one to remove it from
the nest of trash stating that since Kreacher was able to move
it about the residence with such ease, he did not think there to
be an immediate danger. If there was any protective spell upon
the Horcrux, it was very well concealed. Retreating into the
drawing room on the second floor, the three of them attempted to
find a way to open the locket. Naturally of course, it would not
open due to its contents and the sealing charm placed upon it
they later discovered. Their attempts at opening it went as far
as Flitwick\'s rash, although rare, decision to try a bombardment
spell upon the Horcrux. The bombardment spell was designed
specially for blasting one\'s way violently through a structure
or obstruction. That of course failed. In the end it was opened
via muggle means. Hermione suggested the use of acidic substance
to open it. Using household Draino and pouring it on top of the
locket seemed to have stirred something. A red cloud immediately
formed above the locket upon which time Flitwick urged everyone
backwards recognizing the red cloud as a rather dark protection
spell designed to deteriorate the body of the person who was
attempting to access the locket. Presumably under the assumption
that the person would be holding the locket at the time, which,
thankfully this time, nobody was. It was easy to see the humor
in how a muggle substance managed to conquer the protective
spell of a dark wizard who viewed non-magical people as vermin
and less than worthy to live.


Professor Flitwick, over a small bout of lunch with the two,
explained that the Spell upon the locket was the very same one
that had managed to destroy Dumbledore\'s hand when he had gone
after the Gaunt family Ring. Professor Snape used a viable
skin renegeration potion to counter the effect. It was only
successful in stopping the curse, it did not have the ability
to restore the damage the curse had done. What damage was done
was final.


\"It would be wise to assume that the spell is on every one of
his Horcruxes\"


Professor Flitwick\'s knowledge of the Horcruxes came shortly
after the semester officially ended, when he was approached by
Harry concerning what needed to be done. Harry thought Flitwick
would be his best bet since he would most certainly encounter
more charmwork than anything else, and since of course the
Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher was unavailable for
obvious reasons. Harry felt Flitwick was also the most trust-
worthy due to his heritage and his firm alleigances to the Order
and the late Dumbledore. Harry was pretty sure Voldemort would
not entrust a half-goblin into his service nor would Flitwick
feel the want to join given what had happened in the last war.
The Goblin family that was murdered by Voldermort had created
quite an uproar among the Goblin community. They certainly were
not chummy with the Ministry but cared even less for Voldermort
and his minions.

****

The early morning visit of Mrs. Weasley, who upon learning of
the remaining Malfoys taking residence at Grimmauld was none
too thrilled to say the least, had brought about earlier
movement in the home than usual. She had taken to waking Harry
up at 7 am. He was usually up and about by 10 am, however on
this day Remus Lupin was to drop by with Tonks to discuss his
future attendance at Hogwarts. Remus had come by the word that
Harry had declared he was not going to return to school the
next year. He immediately told Molly that he needed to speak
to Harry and since she was one of the few people with access
to the house she would wait for him. Apparently, it had occurred
to Harry to grant the Order members access to the house, how-
ever he had declared he wanted a place where he could get away
from things and not be bothered. harry also felt that the less
people with access the better it was for its current residents.


Two weeks after the destruction of the locket Horcrux, Harry had
been visiting the Weasley Twins shop in diagon alley when he
fancied a venture in to Knockturn alley. While the wizarding
world was at war and decent folk tended to keep to themselves in
the brighter side of the shopping center, Harry had always had
a bit of a fondness for the more obscure alley way and admitted
to himself and Ron and Hermione of course that if it weren\'t for
his notoriety among the pureblood fanatics and dark arts users
he would have ventuered there more often. One can imagine his
surprise when he happened to come upon Narcissa Malfoy and her
ignorant and witless son hiding about in a small shop next to
Borgin and Burkes called \"Aesop\'s Apothecary.\" A shop that would
most certainly be befitting of someone such as Severus Snape.
The shop specialized in the more obscure potions ingredients such
as Basilisk venom, an illegal item under ministry law due it
being untraceable. Apparently Narcissa and her son had taken
residence in the apartments above. Their manor had been ransacked
by the Ministry and seized as collateral. With Lucius presumed
dead for his mistakes after Voldemort\'s assault on Azkaban, she
and her son had nowhere else to go. Although branded as traitors
by Voldemort and his minions, aside from some rather secretive
help she obtained from her sister who despite her cruelty still
loved Narcissa, she was able to obtain assistance from a select
few individuals who believed the Malfoys to have been wrongfully
labelled by the dark lord.


After being confronted by Narcissa, who in a failed attempt tried
to appear as though she carried certain power with her. Harry had
merely scoffed at her and was walking away when she declared out-
right that she needed help. Harry was nodoubt surprised by her
straight-forwardness. Turning around he noticed behind her mask
of arrogance a look of despair and desperation. Knowing she had
nothing to give, and not having the fondness for any of them, he
inquired what exactly was in it for him. She had merely replied
anything. After talking for fifteen minutes she had declared her
concern was more for her arrogant son that for herself. She told
Harry she knew why the Longbottoms had never recovered. She made
the offer that if Harry allowed them residence at Grimmauld place,
she would disclose how to help them with their situation.
Apparently number 12 Grimmauld Place had been her first
destination for shelter and was unable to find it due to the re-
instated Fidelius charm courtesy of Harry Potter and Filius
Flitwick. Bellatrix Lestrange, had told her to go there, that it
should be empty.


Realizing she was out in the open and her plan of
establishing residence at her childhood home was sunk, in a
desperate move she went the one family friend the Malfoys had
left. Aesop Archareus. A rather rude man who still managed to
carry about him an air of noble arrogance. She was given five
days shelter. Enough time, Aesop said, for her to obtain more
appropriate means of shelter and comfort. He would risk his neck
for her, but not indefinitely.


Harry had inquired as to why he should believe Narcissa over the
Longbottoms. Explaining that they had been driven into madness by
her sister. Narcissa merely scoffed at the notion and Draco,
despite his precarious situation of being helpless and a target
for everyone, still managed an arrogant sneer. She grudgingly
explained that nobody is ever driven into madness indefinitely.
That they should have recovered but didn\'t. She went on to tell
how her possibly late husband had managed to set up a hidden
account in Gringotts to funnel money to one Healer Augustus who
has been in the employee of St. Mungo\'s for the past twenty years.
He was to issue a strong sedative potion once a month in
exchange for 3,000 Galleons payment for each administered dose.
It was a simple exchange really. The healer would go out of his
way for five simple minutes to administer the potion to the two
individuals and was instantly 3,000 galleons richer than he would
normally have been with his standard payment. He couldn\'t refuse
and agreed to it.


Inquiring as to why in the world anyone would want to keep the
Longbottoms under the influence of the effects of the Cruciatus,
Narcissa explained that they had evidence hidden away concerning
various activities Lucius had engaged in with his Death Eater
cohorts. Testimonies under Pensieve memory extract hidden away
for possible trial. Bellatrix Lestrange was meant to force them
into revealing the locations of the Pensieve memories. She had
gotten carried away in her torture of them and rendered them
temporarily mad. Mad for long enough though, that it would be
months before they\'d recover. They couldn\'t risk it so they
waited til the Longbottoms had been rescued by the Healers and
Aurors and transported to St. Mungos for treatment. The
Lestranges, in their foolishness, managed to get themselves
captured skulking about the Longbottom home looking for the
memory extracts. They were sentenced to life in Azkaban and it
seems, with the Healer\'s influence over the Longbottoms, the
memories had slipped into obscurity.


Hearing this, Harry agreed provided Draco was disarmed and
limited to his quarters. He was free to move around at night
provided he didn\'t disturb anyone or anything. If it was found
that he was working against Harry they were to leave. Malfoy
took it upon himself not only to comply with that but managed
to remain more invisible than a house elf. He had taken to
sneaking around the Black library at night and skulking about
the attic tinkering with old things during the day.


A week after their admittance to the manor, Harry got in
contact with Mr. Weasley and informed him of the issue at
St. Mungo\'s. The healer was caught in the act of administering
a non-sanctioned potion and was placed under arrest. The
Longbottoms after a thorough examination by a Ministry healer,
were deemed fit to move to the recovery ward. Their condition
was improving by the day and Neville and his grandmother had
been notified of the change in condition. To say they were
ecstatic was an understatement. His grandmother went babbling
on and on how she always knew her son would pull through.
They were unable to communicate properly yet but were slowly
getting there.


As to what one could only think of as a bitter reward, Lucius
Malfoy was discovered dead in his manor. Apparently murdered by
Voldemort personally for his failure both at the ministry and
with the Diary Horcrux which had been destroyed. Leaving
Narcissa and her son with nothing. On a bitter night during
the summer Narcissa Malfoy had taken to helping herself to the
house\'s stock of exotic alcoholic beverages since it was quite
clear the other occupants did not bother with it. She was not
mourning the loss of her husband as Harry had discovered, and
correctly assumed, there was no true love there. Arranged
marriages for continuing bloodlines was all too common within
the pureblood community. As far as feelings were concerned,
Narcissa regarded Lucius as nothing more than an acquaintance
at heart. They had run their family like a business. On that
night Narcissa, who had been denied certain \"necessities\"
during her long marriage, had drunkenly but arrogantly barged
into Harry Potter\'s bedroom whom had been sitting by the fire
side reading. Standing up to confront her he had moved
towards her only for her to grab him and shove him on to the
bed. Narcissa, with a rather sloppy wave of her wand,
discarded her clothing and stood naked before Harry. In far
too much shock to do anything, Harry simply laid there wide-
eye astonished at her actions. She had an almost perfect
figure with large soft and very good looking breasts and a
immaculate apex between her legs to die for. It was obvious
she had taken very good care of her appearance. Mouth wide
open in shock and stupor he watched her move quickly towards
him in an almost predatory fashion. Narcissa quickly straddled
his knees and began working on his belt buckle and unzipped
his pants. She had quickly forced her hand into his boxers
and removed his erect penis. Narcissa then scooted upward and
brushed the wet lips of her vagina against his hard shaft.
She grabbed his cock and brushed the head in and out of her
folds. All anger and shock disappated from Harry\'s mind and
was soon consumed by lust and arousal. His breathing became
much harder as she continued her administering her treatment
of his penis.


She leaned over him and brought her lips right against his
and whispered \"I need this.\"


Grabbing his rockhard shaft, she positioned it right at the
entrance to her vagina and quickly inserted it inside of her.
Both of them gave off long hard moans at the new wonderful
feeling they were experiencing. Lust and desire took control
of Harry and he begun instinctively thrusting himself into
her. They gyrated against each other in hot lustful passion.
His penis inserted firmly within her as she moaned and
panted. The intercourse did not last long due to Harry\'s
inexperience. He immediately came to orgasm and begun
spurting his seed inside of her. She quickly yelled \"NO!\"
and took her wand in her hand. Waving it over the area where
his penis and her vagina were joined, she administered a
spell to keep him from softening up. Throwing her wand to
the floor, with Harry too tired now to do anything but
watch her in her heated state of passion, she took charge
and very fiercely began riding him to her own release.
Raising her arms above her head and interlocking her fingers
behind her head, she rode him aggressively to orgasm in her
hot and sweating state. Harry did nothing but merely watched
his penis move in and out of her sex. The thick folds of the
lips were expanded and he could just barely make out what
he thought was her clit hidden beneath the elegant black
hair that covered her region.


After she was finished she removed his penis from her sex
and laid down beside him in the bed. Harry was simply
staring at her as she laid there completely nude in a
sweaty state trying to regain control of her breathing.


Being of age finally, at the age of 17, of all the women in
the world, he managed to lose his virginity to Narcissa
Malfoy. Mother of his childhood nemesis.


She turned to him slightly in bed and looked at him through
her drunken eyes.


\"I may be intoxicated, but I\'m not stupid, Potter.\" She
said, \"I instigated this because I wanted it. You\'re free
to do what you want with me tonight.\"


Harry finally got control of himself and put up a firm front
in his speech. \"No. I\'m free to do with you what I want
whenever I want from now on.\"


A look of anger and shock crossed her face. \"I DON\'T THINK...\"


Harry stopped her, \"You have nowhere to go.\" he said simply.
\"And as you said, you instigated this. Not me. You wanted it.
Now I want.\" Harry had never been that rash before in
speaking to someone. He was normally quiet about his views
and rather docile. His own aggressiveness at the moment had
surprised even him. The pleasure he had experience in his
first experience with sex had awoken something in him. a
strong desire for sexual gratification.


Narcissa simply stared at him unsmiling contemplating what
he said. \"So I am your mistress now is that it?\" She said in
a hoarse angry whisper.


Harry had finally regained full control and awareness and
simply said, \"yeah.\"


In that one night, he managed to loose his virginity,
only two days after turning of age and in the same night
acquired his first mistress who, no less, happened to be
over twice his age. He wouldn\'t deny she was extremely
attractive.


Narcissa merely laid her head back down and resigned
herself to the fact she threw herself into this situation.
She grudgingly accepted the fact that not only had she
turned herself into a tool for Potter\'s use by coming
this house for information, but now she had turned herself
into his own personal sexual toy. The very idea of Harry
having a mistress at all seemed so unlike him, yet it
appeared it was something his close friends may very well
have to get used to. He had always been the quiet and
kind type. Not at all the type of person to have a
mistress. Harry was not sure whether Narcissa had taken
him seriously and whether or not he was even serious
about what he had said or if he was trying to push her
buttons. The future however was to say something
different though.

Over the next month their sexual encounters would
aggressive and almost violent in ways. His desire to
dominate her overcame him when they were alone. As some
kind of obssession, he made sure whenever they engaged in
intercourse that when he climaxed that he ejaculated
inside of her. Spilling his seed inside of her. Sort of his way
of marking her as his own in sexual domination. An intimate
branding with no means of undoing.

AN: Please review. Remember there\'s no love between the
two of them. Narcissa truly has nothing. A useless son
she loves but at the same time is very disappointed in.
Harry Potter, a man just barely of age and less than
half her age is her only outlet. Pretty sad for a woman
who used to be so powerful. Anyways next chapter, I\'m
going to include just a little bit more history into how things
got to be and the issue of Nagini is going to make an
appearance as well.