Harry Potter and the Head of Black
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Adult ++
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16
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66
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The Power The Dark Lord Knows
(A/N: Forgot to say that this is a challenge piece by Dragen. Also, a slight problem with the HTML code caused only about two-thirds of the chapter to post. Only sixty or seventy people had read it. Go back and reread it if when you read it it ended with Harry asking what happened to the other goblin. Read and review, makes the author happy.)
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leeko – That would be telling. I will say this much, however. This is a Harry/Hermione/Harem primary ship. There will also be another secondary ship of ???/Harem that will be revealed sooner rather then later. And this is a serious story with two sequels planned at the moment.
To the others who reviewed, thank you.
Harry Potter and the Head of Black
By the time Harry walked into Number 12 Grimmuld Place, he was emotionally spent. The day had taken a very large toll on him, having to sit through first his late godfather's will reading, then having to go through the Potter account with a comb so fine-toothed he had doubts that water would go through the teeth if it were real. The fact that the things he learned left him wishing he had Dumbledore in front of him only led to his being in this state of emotionally spent. The mental images of him tearing the old fool apart with his bare hands left him just able to continue on till he got to his new home. It was here where the final piece of straw was placed.
“Potter.” he heard the voice say. He didn't even need to look to see who said it. Only one person on the face of the earth could use that voice.
“What do you want, Snape?” he asked in a tired, annoyed voice.
“I demand that you allow us access to this house!” he yelled, waving his hand behind him at a small group of assembled people who were trying to open the door to the place. “Albus sent us a message saying that you were behind this. I demand you open the door NOW!”
“Go to hell.” he said, tried from all the shit thrown at him today. He took out his wand and aimed it at the house. “Fidelus!”
The people who were there knew how the charm worked. When cast at an object, such as a house, one would cast the first part of the charm, a simple incantation of the name. The person who was then considered to be the secret keeper would think of the location before writing it down on a piece of paper. Said person would then bunch it into a small ball and swallow the paper, thus becoming having the secret reside inside of him. The caster would then finish the incantation. If someone had prewriten the location, however, it could be cast in a matter of seconds.
So it was with great fear when they watched Harry place a small ball of paper into his mouth and swallow it. He smiled at them and looked back towards the house.
“Fidelus completeus!”
-
Albus Dumbledore was many things. At the moment, the only one that mattered was extremely pissed off as he paced inside his office, trying to think of a way to get back inside Headquarters and strip the place bare before Harry could go and recast the Fidelus charm. He knew that if the boy did, he would be completely screwed.
It was during this pacing when he forgot exactly why he was pacing.
He tried to remember why he was upset, but for the life of him he couldn't remember. He walked over to his chair and sat down, looking through the papers on his desk trying to remember why he was so upset as to pace. A few of the papers have sections missing, and a few were blank altogether when a owl with the Gringotts emblem on a chain around it's neck flew in and landed on his desk. He took the paper it was holding and opened it up, noting two things at once. The first was that he now knew what he couldn't remember. The second was that the location of it would be lost forever.
Albus Dumbledore,
The location of the Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix is up your ass.
Hope everyone fits. From what I've heard, I'm sure you'll love it.
Lord Potter-Black
Yes, the location would be lost forever.
-
Hermione was sitting at a Steinway, looking at the handwritten sheet music in front of her with tears still leaking down her cheeks. She still couldn't believe that Harry was literally backed into a corner and forced to sign that damn paper. She was able to make it home before surcoming to tears. Her parents were out of the country, so she had no one there to be with her as she cried out her heart. She eventually walked into the music room and sat at her Steinway, writing a somber song to match her somber mood when she stopped, scared. She couldn't remember where Harry lived.
She was spared much worrying, however, when an owl with an emblem from Gringotts flew in and landed on a perch she had put up after an owl from the Daily Prophet landed on her Steinway. She reached over and took the piece of parchment from the owl's leg and opened it. As she read it, the memories came back to her and she realized that Harry must have already recast the Fidelus charm on the place.
'Mione,
Harry Potter lives at Number 12 Grimmuld Place. You're also one of the only ones
who can come and go as they please. Feel free to stop by at any time and visit.
Love,
Harry.
She smiled at the fact that she was one of the only people he would allow to come and visit him whenever. She was contemplating going now to see him, but stopped. Harry was a teenaged boy in a house alone with a woman who could become anything his mind wanted. She knew her being there would only put a damper on anything like that happening. She would wait until sometime tomorrow to go and see him.
With a sad smile, she turned back to the Steinway and continued to write the piece she was working on.
-
In another part of the country, Remus was sitting nursing a bottle of firewhiskey when his mind suddenly came up with a blank as to the location of Harry. He didn't panic, knowing that Harry was going to cast a Fidelus over his newly acquired house as soon as he reached it and would inform the people who needed to know as soon as he could.
So it was to no great surprise when an owl flew into the room with a Gringotts emblem on it. He took the offered note and read it, suddenly remembering all the times he had entered the house and secretly wished that Harry had picked another house to live in. Grimmuld Place was never anything he would consider a home. Even being a werewolf, he would have to turn down the place had be been offered it, and any form of housing was never turned down by a were.
“They never had to suffer Grimmuld Place.” he said with a humorless laugh as he continued to drink the bottle.
-
The letters varied little depending on how Harry felt about the person. Those he trusted received a letter saying where he lived, though only Hermione and Remus received one saying to stop by whenever they wanted. Those that worked for the Order, though, were less then amused by theirs.
Order Member,
The location of the Headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix is up
Dumbledore's ass. Hope you enjoy it. I know he will.
Up yours,
Lord Potter-Black
They were not amused at all.
-
As Harry walked into the house with Tonks by his side, he mentally went through what he needed to do. All he could come up with was going up to his room he had always shared with Ron and fall dead asleep. He started to walk up towards the room when Tonks took his hand and led him towards Sirius' room. When they got to the door of the room, Harry pulled her to a stop and looked her in the eyes.
“You are the Master of the House. You are to sleep in the Master's Room and no other room.” she said, placing his hand on the snake door handle. He felt of a jolt of magic shot through him as his hand gripped the handle before he turned it, opening the door to find Kreacher standing inside the room, looking highly upset.
“Young Master returns home to claim his place as the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, filthy half-blood wizard.” he said, his voice low in volume. “Friends to mudbloods and blood traitors alike.”
“Shut up!” Harry yelled, throwing a kick at the house elf. Kreacher stood there and took the kick, being thrown back a few feet before landing on his back. “I am a pure-blood you traitorous piece of shit!”
“Then you must be a blood traitor.” he said, looking up at him from the ground. “Oh how my Mistress would be ashamed. The new Master being another blood traitor who is in line with squibs, mudbloods, and other blood traitors. Especially that brown-haired mudblood who tries to be nice to Kreacher. Oh how my Mistress would have loved to teach her where a mudblood whore like her belongs in our society.” he said, causing Harry to draw his wand.
“Shut up.” he said, his voice cold.
“The Young Master believes that Kreacher will listen to him. Gets upset when Kreacher talks about the mudblood whore who Master is always with. Maybe the mudblood whore stopped spreading her legs for Master?”
“Go to hell!” Harry yelled, something inside of him snapping. “Crucio!” he yelled, his wand aimed at the house elf in front of him. The sickly yellow beam hit Kreacher who was lying on the ground in wide-eyed shock before screaming out in pain and fear. Harry held the curse, feeding all the hate he felt towards the thing screaming in front of him into it. As he held it, he felt a sick pleasure start to grow, a pleasure that he started to like.
“Harry, stop!” he heard Tonks yell. It was enough to break him off from his pleasure to end the curse. Kreacher continued to lie on the floor, twitching every so often to show that he was still alive. He turned towards her and noticed her hair had changed to a black color, causing his mind to remember what she was.
“Take of your clothes, Tonks.” he said in a cold and calculating voice, turning his wand towards her. She looked up at him, her eyes begging him not to make her do it as her hands started to move on their own accord, taking off her clothing. Harry did nothing more then watch her, his eyes roaming all over her body as things he had only heard of came into view for his all seeing eyes. One the last article of clothing, a pair of black panties, came off of her, she stood in the middle of the room straight with her arms at her sides.
He walked up to her, taking in everything that her body showed. He ran his hands along her breast, feeling a small bit of pleasure at the gasp she let escape when his thumb rubbed over her nipple. He ran the fingernail of his index finger around the nipple, making sure to stay on her areola. He heard her continue to let out gasps and small moans as her nipple started to harden into a nub. He squeezed it lightly, getting her to moan loudly as her other nipple hardened.
“Do you like that, Tonks?” he asked, looking into her eyes. They were filled with lust and an almost carnal urge that seemed to beg him to continue what he was doing.
“Yes, My Lord.” she said, looking at him. “I liked it very much, My Lord.”
“Do you want me to continue?” he asked, give the nipple between his fingers a soft tug. She moaned out again, causing him to smirk.
“Yes, My Lord, please continue.” she said, her eyes begging.
“To bad.” he said, letting go of her nipple before he took a few steps away from her, very much aware of his erection. He knew what he wanted to do badly. Only problem was for him, though, was that he very much enjoyed the pleasure he got from torturing Kreacher. If he got that much pleasure from torturing the traitor elf...
“My Lord?”
“Bellatrix.” he said, looking at her. “I want you to turn yourself into your deranged aunt.”
“Harry...?” she muttered as her body shifted itself to look like the crazy woman who had killed his godfather. He noticed that the body-style didn't change much. Nevertheless, he only saw Bellatrix, not Tonks.
“What is the law pertaining to a Lord casting an Unforgivable at a human sex slave?”
“There is none, My Lord.” she said, her voice that of Bellatrix. “They are not considered a human, thus nothing can be done to the person firing one at the slave, My Lord.” she continued, her voice showing fear.
“Good.” Harry said, turning around to look away from her for a moment. “Very good.” he said.
“Harry...?”
“Bella...you dirty murdering whore!” he yelled, spinning around, his wand aimed at Tonks. “Crucio!”
-
Deep in the Ministry of Magic, inside the currently under construction Department of Mysteries, a group of Unspeakables were sorting through the remaining prophecies. While upset at the extra work the six kids who fought off Voldemort's Inner Circle of Death Eaters, they were truly shocked at just how much they were able to do. Shocking an Unspeakable was supposed to be impossible to do. All it took were six kids to do it. The shock was soon replaced when a warning bell went off, causing one of them to walk over to a machine where a glass orb fell from the ceiling, slowing at the end to keep from breaking open. He touched it to activate it.
The power the Dark Lord knows not has been destroyed.
The one born as the seventh month dies has lost the power.
A new power that the Dark Lord knows shall become his ally.
The Dark Lord of old and the Dark Lord of new shall be defeated.
And a new Dark Lord shall rise from the ashes of the old and the new.
The power the Dark Lord know not has been destroyed.
The Unspeakable nearly dropped the prophecy orb in shock. He had been the Unspeakable who heard the original prophecy years ago pertaining to Voldemort's downfall and knew that the child of the prophecy was Harry Potter. He slowly turned the orb around in his hand, hoping that it wouldn't be what he thought and dreaded. But he knew what would be carved on the back of the orb. He knew that it would spell the doom of the wizarding world. As his eyes came across the only writing on it, his fears were only confirmed.
TMR, Jr.
HJP-B
leeko – That would be telling. I will say this much, however. This is a Harry/Hermione/Harem primary ship. There will also be another secondary ship of ???/Harem that will be revealed sooner rather then later. And this is a serious story with two sequels planned at the moment.
To the others who reviewed, thank you.
By the time Harry walked into Number 12 Grimmuld Place, he was emotionally spent. The day had taken a very large toll on him, having to sit through first his late godfather's will reading, then having to go through the Potter account with a comb so fine-toothed he had doubts that water would go through the teeth if it were real. The fact that the things he learned left him wishing he had Dumbledore in front of him only led to his being in this state of emotionally spent. The mental images of him tearing the old fool apart with his bare hands left him just able to continue on till he got to his new home. It was here where the final piece of straw was placed.
“Potter.” he heard the voice say. He didn't even need to look to see who said it. Only one person on the face of the earth could use that voice.
“What do you want, Snape?” he asked in a tired, annoyed voice.
“I demand that you allow us access to this house!” he yelled, waving his hand behind him at a small group of assembled people who were trying to open the door to the place. “Albus sent us a message saying that you were behind this. I demand you open the door NOW!”
“Go to hell.” he said, tried from all the shit thrown at him today. He took out his wand and aimed it at the house. “Fidelus!”
The people who were there knew how the charm worked. When cast at an object, such as a house, one would cast the first part of the charm, a simple incantation of the name. The person who was then considered to be the secret keeper would think of the location before writing it down on a piece of paper. Said person would then bunch it into a small ball and swallow the paper, thus becoming having the secret reside inside of him. The caster would then finish the incantation. If someone had prewriten the location, however, it could be cast in a matter of seconds.
So it was with great fear when they watched Harry place a small ball of paper into his mouth and swallow it. He smiled at them and looked back towards the house.
“Fidelus completeus!”
Albus Dumbledore was many things. At the moment, the only one that mattered was extremely pissed off as he paced inside his office, trying to think of a way to get back inside Headquarters and strip the place bare before Harry could go and recast the Fidelus charm. He knew that if the boy did, he would be completely screwed.
It was during this pacing when he forgot exactly why he was pacing.
He tried to remember why he was upset, but for the life of him he couldn't remember. He walked over to his chair and sat down, looking through the papers on his desk trying to remember why he was so upset as to pace. A few of the papers have sections missing, and a few were blank altogether when a owl with the Gringotts emblem on a chain around it's neck flew in and landed on his desk. He took the paper it was holding and opened it up, noting two things at once. The first was that he now knew what he couldn't remember. The second was that the location of it would be lost forever.
The location of the Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix is up your ass.
Hope everyone fits. From what I've heard, I'm sure you'll love it.
Lord Potter-Black
Yes, the location would be lost forever.
Hermione was sitting at a Steinway, looking at the handwritten sheet music in front of her with tears still leaking down her cheeks. She still couldn't believe that Harry was literally backed into a corner and forced to sign that damn paper. She was able to make it home before surcoming to tears. Her parents were out of the country, so she had no one there to be with her as she cried out her heart. She eventually walked into the music room and sat at her Steinway, writing a somber song to match her somber mood when she stopped, scared. She couldn't remember where Harry lived.
She was spared much worrying, however, when an owl with an emblem from Gringotts flew in and landed on a perch she had put up after an owl from the Daily Prophet landed on her Steinway. She reached over and took the piece of parchment from the owl's leg and opened it. As she read it, the memories came back to her and she realized that Harry must have already recast the Fidelus charm on the place.
Harry Potter lives at Number 12 Grimmuld Place. You're also one of the only ones
who can come and go as they please. Feel free to stop by at any time and visit.
Love,
Harry.
She smiled at the fact that she was one of the only people he would allow to come and visit him whenever. She was contemplating going now to see him, but stopped. Harry was a teenaged boy in a house alone with a woman who could become anything his mind wanted. She knew her being there would only put a damper on anything like that happening. She would wait until sometime tomorrow to go and see him.
With a sad smile, she turned back to the Steinway and continued to write the piece she was working on.
In another part of the country, Remus was sitting nursing a bottle of firewhiskey when his mind suddenly came up with a blank as to the location of Harry. He didn't panic, knowing that Harry was going to cast a Fidelus over his newly acquired house as soon as he reached it and would inform the people who needed to know as soon as he could.
So it was to no great surprise when an owl flew into the room with a Gringotts emblem on it. He took the offered note and read it, suddenly remembering all the times he had entered the house and secretly wished that Harry had picked another house to live in. Grimmuld Place was never anything he would consider a home. Even being a werewolf, he would have to turn down the place had be been offered it, and any form of housing was never turned down by a were.
“They never had to suffer Grimmuld Place.” he said with a humorless laugh as he continued to drink the bottle.
The letters varied little depending on how Harry felt about the person. Those he trusted received a letter saying where he lived, though only Hermione and Remus received one saying to stop by whenever they wanted. Those that worked for the Order, though, were less then amused by theirs.
The location of the Headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix is up
Dumbledore's ass. Hope you enjoy it. I know he will.
Up yours,
Lord Potter-Black
They were not amused at all.
As Harry walked into the house with Tonks by his side, he mentally went through what he needed to do. All he could come up with was going up to his room he had always shared with Ron and fall dead asleep. He started to walk up towards the room when Tonks took his hand and led him towards Sirius' room. When they got to the door of the room, Harry pulled her to a stop and looked her in the eyes.
“You are the Master of the House. You are to sleep in the Master's Room and no other room.” she said, placing his hand on the snake door handle. He felt of a jolt of magic shot through him as his hand gripped the handle before he turned it, opening the door to find Kreacher standing inside the room, looking highly upset.
“Young Master returns home to claim his place as the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, filthy half-blood wizard.” he said, his voice low in volume. “Friends to mudbloods and blood traitors alike.”
“Shut up!” Harry yelled, throwing a kick at the house elf. Kreacher stood there and took the kick, being thrown back a few feet before landing on his back. “I am a pure-blood you traitorous piece of shit!”
“Then you must be a blood traitor.” he said, looking up at him from the ground. “Oh how my Mistress would be ashamed. The new Master being another blood traitor who is in line with squibs, mudbloods, and other blood traitors. Especially that brown-haired mudblood who tries to be nice to Kreacher. Oh how my Mistress would have loved to teach her where a mudblood whore like her belongs in our society.” he said, causing Harry to draw his wand.
“Shut up.” he said, his voice cold.
“The Young Master believes that Kreacher will listen to him. Gets upset when Kreacher talks about the mudblood whore who Master is always with. Maybe the mudblood whore stopped spreading her legs for Master?”
“Go to hell!” Harry yelled, something inside of him snapping. “Crucio!” he yelled, his wand aimed at the house elf in front of him. The sickly yellow beam hit Kreacher who was lying on the ground in wide-eyed shock before screaming out in pain and fear. Harry held the curse, feeding all the hate he felt towards the thing screaming in front of him into it. As he held it, he felt a sick pleasure start to grow, a pleasure that he started to like.
“Harry, stop!” he heard Tonks yell. It was enough to break him off from his pleasure to end the curse. Kreacher continued to lie on the floor, twitching every so often to show that he was still alive. He turned towards her and noticed her hair had changed to a black color, causing his mind to remember what she was.
“Take of your clothes, Tonks.” he said in a cold and calculating voice, turning his wand towards her. She looked up at him, her eyes begging him not to make her do it as her hands started to move on their own accord, taking off her clothing. Harry did nothing more then watch her, his eyes roaming all over her body as things he had only heard of came into view for his all seeing eyes. One the last article of clothing, a pair of black panties, came off of her, she stood in the middle of the room straight with her arms at her sides.
He walked up to her, taking in everything that her body showed. He ran his hands along her breast, feeling a small bit of pleasure at the gasp she let escape when his thumb rubbed over her nipple. He ran the fingernail of his index finger around the nipple, making sure to stay on her areola. He heard her continue to let out gasps and small moans as her nipple started to harden into a nub. He squeezed it lightly, getting her to moan loudly as her other nipple hardened.
“Do you like that, Tonks?” he asked, looking into her eyes. They were filled with lust and an almost carnal urge that seemed to beg him to continue what he was doing.
“Yes, My Lord.” she said, looking at him. “I liked it very much, My Lord.”
“Do you want me to continue?” he asked, give the nipple between his fingers a soft tug. She moaned out again, causing him to smirk.
“Yes, My Lord, please continue.” she said, her eyes begging.
“To bad.” he said, letting go of her nipple before he took a few steps away from her, very much aware of his erection. He knew what he wanted to do badly. Only problem was for him, though, was that he very much enjoyed the pleasure he got from torturing Kreacher. If he got that much pleasure from torturing the traitor elf...
“My Lord?”
“Bellatrix.” he said, looking at her. “I want you to turn yourself into your deranged aunt.”
“Harry...?” she muttered as her body shifted itself to look like the crazy woman who had killed his godfather. He noticed that the body-style didn't change much. Nevertheless, he only saw Bellatrix, not Tonks.
“What is the law pertaining to a Lord casting an Unforgivable at a human sex slave?”
“There is none, My Lord.” she said, her voice that of Bellatrix. “They are not considered a human, thus nothing can be done to the person firing one at the slave, My Lord.” she continued, her voice showing fear.
“Good.” Harry said, turning around to look away from her for a moment. “Very good.” he said.
“Harry...?”
“Bella...you dirty murdering whore!” he yelled, spinning around, his wand aimed at Tonks. “Crucio!”
Deep in the Ministry of Magic, inside the currently under construction Department of Mysteries, a group of Unspeakables were sorting through the remaining prophecies. While upset at the extra work the six kids who fought off Voldemort's Inner Circle of Death Eaters, they were truly shocked at just how much they were able to do. Shocking an Unspeakable was supposed to be impossible to do. All it took were six kids to do it. The shock was soon replaced when a warning bell went off, causing one of them to walk over to a machine where a glass orb fell from the ceiling, slowing at the end to keep from breaking open. He touched it to activate it.
The one born as the seventh month dies has lost the power.
A new power that the Dark Lord knows shall become his ally.
The Dark Lord of old and the Dark Lord of new shall be defeated.
And a new Dark Lord shall rise from the ashes of the old and the new.
The power the Dark Lord know not has been destroyed.
The Unspeakable nearly dropped the prophecy orb in shock. He had been the Unspeakable who heard the original prophecy years ago pertaining to Voldemort's downfall and knew that the child of the prophecy was Harry Potter. He slowly turned the orb around in his hand, hoping that it wouldn't be what he thought and dreaded. But he knew what would be carved on the back of the orb. He knew that it would spell the doom of the wizarding world. As his eyes came across the only writing on it, his fears were only confirmed.
HJP-B