Shadow Phoenix

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C3: Tricksters and Heritage



Fred and George appeared in Harry's room with a crack. Of course he wasn't there, but the door of the trunk was slightly open. They went in and first admired how big the room inside was. Then they noticed Harry.



He was sitting on his throne and seemed to be asleep, his glasses on a small table beside him. They immediately searched their pockets for something to play a trick on him.





“I would rather have you refraining from playing any pranks on me,” Harry suddenly said and Fred sighed.





“But it would've been fun,” George claimed.





“Maybe. The reason, I've asked you to come here however wasn't for fun.” Harry said, finally opening his eyes.



“You said you would have a...”





“...suggestion and an offer for us,” the twins said.



“I do,” Harry stood up and went into one of the rooms, which was the kitchen.





“Why don't you take a seat?” Harry offered. The three of them sat down and Harry began to explain.



“My suggestion is something you can do to help the Order, even if you're not members. Using your abilities you could invent and create helpful devices for the members. I've a list of things that could aid the missions or might even rescue a member’s life.” Harry put a sheet of paper in front of them.



“Which leads me to my offer. The price behind each item is what I offer you, if you invent a device with the described abilities and make them available for me as well. Of course I'll still have to pay for each product. Second, if you guarantee that you'll offer me all your products as soon as they're ready to be sold, meaning I'll get them prior to everyone else, until Voldemort is dead, I'll pay you 400 Galleons. See it as an investment into your business.” Harry put a small bag on the table in front of the twins, opening it a little, so they could see the gold inside.



“Of course you don't have to decide now. Take your time.” Fred and George were busy looking at the list of devices Harry gave them.





“From what we see here, most of the devices won't be to difficult to create...”







“...for single usage.” they said.







“Reusable will be more of a problem, but you've offered more money for those. Your offer seems to be completely in our favour....” The twins looked at each other for a moment.





“But, we still owe you way more than.”





“Keep the 400 Galleons.”



“We'll offer you our products first...”





“...from both the joke shop and these new devices.”



“You'll get a discount on them, too.”



“We'll be able to sell some of them as tricks anyway.”



“Just tell us, whenever you want to add to this list.”



“Thanks to the bonus you offer...”



“...we'll be able to get some employees...”



“...for development and production…”



“...once we're back to Hogwarts.”



“That way we'll soon make...”



“...even more profit than before.”



George shoved the bag back to Harry.







“As you wish.” Harry accepted the money back. “Now something else. Do you two want to become Animagi?”





Without a single moment to think about, both of them said: “Yes.”



“The potion required for the first change will need another month to get ready. You need to successfully complete this training program, before you can do the first change.” Harry handed Fred another sheet.



“Aww... that's some nasty stuff on there.” George said.





“If you can't do this, you won’t be able to complete a successful change into your animagus form and back.” Harry dryly told them.







*******







The next morning Sirius, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny went after their breakfast into the library. Sirius sighed when he saw that it was contaminated with several kinds of small mischievous, magical creatures that didn't belong in his home.



“Ok, everyone get one of these bags and start catching and collecting them.”





Harry took one of the bags and started stunning them in very fast succession using 'Stupefy'. Fred and George used 'Petrificus Totalus' while Sirius used a variety of other spells to stop their movement. Ron, Hermione and Ginny were stuck with collecting the creatures the spells had hit, or chasing after them without much of a chance to really catch them.



Even though there were four wizards casting spells, it took them five hours to cleanse all the pests out of the library. It had however one other advantage. Harry had in the meantime learned to use the shocking spell nonverbally and without the wand movement.



“Finally! And it’s nearly time for lunch. I hope Molly isn't angry at us any more. I'm hungry, you know.” Sirius said.





“If she is, I can give you something in the kitchen of my trunk. But of course, if she isn't, who wouldn't rather eat her cooking?”







********







She was still angry at them. But she wanted Harry to eat more, so she prepared them their lunch anyway.
Neither mentioned the books until they were out of the kitchen and Molly's hearing range.



“I guess she didn't manage to convince you not to let me borrow the books did she?” Harry asked.





“My answer didn't change. Go get whatever book you want,” his godfather answered.





Harry went back into the library with Hermione and Ron followed him. Harry began searching for books about magic. After he was halfway through the first shelf Ron reached for one promising looking book Harry had left behind.





“Stop!” Harry shouted, barely in time.



Ron's finger was only an inch away from it, when Harry explained: “I left it behind, 'cause it's cursed. We'd need Bill or Sirius to remove the curse before we can safely touch it.” Ron pulled his hand away from it as if he'd been burned.



Harry drew his wand and murmured a spell. The book Ron had reached for as well as dozens others all over the room suddenly had 'cursed' written all over them with glowing letters.



“You can see any magic then?” Ron asked.





“No. Only strong, concentrated magic. The likes of magic you find in spells, charms and hexes. I can also see the magic in potions, but just like they're glowing. I don't know what they're doing.” Harry answered.



“Sounds like any magic for me,” Ron insisted.







Hermione sighed. “Ron, there is magic inside almost everything. Every living creature or plant has magic inside, along with many of the inanimate things. Those that can be used for potions contain unusually high levels of magic. What Harry can see, seems to be only activated magic energy. Magic that has been given a purpose, that can do something.”



“Ah. Well... guess you're right...” Ron said, obviously confused. “I'll go see, if I can get Bill or Sirius to have a look on the cursed books,” he decided and went away.



“It's not just the eyes, is it?” Hermione said softly.




“It's not.” Harry confirmed. “My whole body has changed. I'm faster, stronger, more powerful and I have a higher resistance against magic. Also as a side effect, several dormant abilities have awakened or are in the process of awakening, like being able to see active magic.” He frowned.







“Please promise me not to look for the potion I took, and not to tell anyone about what I just told you. Not even Ron.”





“But why?”





“The powers of that potion are very tempting, but the risk of going mad because of it are equal to those of being tortured by the cruciatus curse for ten minutes. I only dared to risk it, because I already was tortured by that curse and I was able to stay sane.”



Hermione had to take a deep breath.





“I promise,” she agreed. “But please don't risk that much any more At least not to just get stronger.” Harry looked at her, smiling.



“I couldn't, even if I wanted to.” he replied.





“What do you mean?” she asked.





“The only other change I can achieve after taking that potion is to become an Animagus,” Harry explained. “That's why Voldemort (Hermione flinched) – sorry, Tom Riddle never took it. He wanted to become immortal. You can't become immortal once you’ve taken that potion.” Harry went for the next set of shelves, the books he already choose floating behind him.





“I don't care for immortality.” Harry claimed. “I just want to protect all of you, and I won’t accept being too weak or slow to do it any more!” Hermione hurried to her friend and hugged him.





“Harry... thanks, Harry,” she whispered. Harry just gently stroked her hair.



“But Harry...” Hermione moved slightly away to look into his face once more. “We want to be able to protect you and ourselves too.”





“I know.” Harry said. “That's why I want you to become Animagi. It's a way to get more powerful without too much risk.”



Harry then softly caressed her cheek.





“I never before realized, just how beautiful you are.” he said.



“Are we interrupting something?” Bill asked, as he entered the room.





“No.” Harry replied. “But you might have, if you came in a little later.”



“Harry!” Hermione said blushing. “Stop joking around!” She tried but failed to sound angry.



“I don't think he’s joking.” Bill mentioned, already examining the first cursed book. “He's right about you being beautiful. If I wasn't already in love with another girl I might even go for you myself.” Bill winked playfully at her. “But Mum would kill me.”



“Why would mum kill you?” Ron asked, as he and Sirius joined them.





“For going after Hermione,” his older brother answered.





“She is too young for you.” Ron claimed.





“That's the reason why she would kill me.” Bill said. Sirius began to examine another one of the cursed books.





“Most of the cursed books are diaries of my ancestors,” Sirius mentioned. “There's nothing interesting in them anyway. We should just burn them.”



“That would be a really stupid waste! There might be historically valuable information inside.” Bill contradicted.





“Well Bill, if you want them, I'll give them to you as a present. The diaries are yours now to do whatever you want with them.” Sirius decided and searched the cursed books for those which weren't diaries. He only found two and brought these to a table beside the selves to examine them closer.





“This one isn't about magic,” he said to Harry. “It’s just about the so called achievements of the Black family. Our crimes if you're asking me. The other one is about how great the cruciatus curse is... to curse it is something I really would call an achievement.”



“As I already once experienced that curse, I know perfectly well just how 'great' it is!” Harry answered.





“Well the only good use of that curse is to reanimate a person whose heart just stopped beating. And you just need one short jolt of the curse. Everyone can use it that way. It's way easier than the Reanimation spell.” Bill claimed. Everyone looked at him, shocked.





“What? It's true! That was the original reason for creating it. Fifty years later someone discovered it could also be used to torture,” he defended himself. “The other two Unforgivables have similar histories. The Imperious was to keep the patient relaxed during operations where they had to stay awake, and the killing curse was to make hunting magical creatures easier, and without inflicting pain to the prey.”



“If they were smart enough to create such curses, then they should have also thought about how they could be misused.” Harry said.





“Maybe. But they didn't. Well maybe Slytherin realized how the killing curse could be misused, but Ravenclaw didn't think her medical spells could be used as they have been. She was known for creating spells and being completely absorbed in the process,” Bill told them.



“Well history class is over. I'll ask one of our Aurors to take this book to the Ministry. They'll break the curse and either destroy it or lock it away,” Sirius said. “You can have the other one too, Bill. I don't really care what my dear pureblood ancestors did.”







He put the book about the cruciatus into a bag and sealed it, while Bill collected all the other cursed books with a wave of his wand and levitated them away before Harry's godfather could change his mind. Sirius went to Harry with a thoughtful expression.



“Has Dumbledore already talked to you about your blood status and heritage?” he asked.





“No, but I know, I'm a half-blood because my mother was Muggle-born.” Harry answered.



“You're not. James and I never made a big deal about it, but both of us were not only purebloods, but the head of our families as well. And if the heads of two of the ancient pureblood families request it, the official blood status of a half-blood born into one of those families can be raised to pureblood. That is if neither parent was a Muggle, and one was pure blooded. We requested it the very same day you were born. It was so you could be his rightful heir. Once you come of age, you'll become head of the family Potter. You'll get the title Lord of Potter and the family fortune. Until now you’ve just got a small trust fund. The titles aren't used very often any more. Even Malfoy doesn't use them. But I think that is only because he doesn't want to anger his 'Lord'. It'll be up to you, if you want to use it or not.” He waited a moment, while Hermione and Ron stared unbelieving at Harry and him.





“We've never been too proud about being purebloods, but we wanted to give you everything we could.”



“You're a Lord! And Harry will become one! That's great! I know two Lords!” Ron said.





“Your father holds the title of Lord, Ron,” Sirius informed him. “Your family might be impoverished, but you're still from an ancient lineage of purebloods.”



“Why didn't anyone ever tell me about that?”





“Most likely, because most of the pureblood families hate him because of his high opinion of Muggles.” Sirius answered. “Once Harry is of age your dad, I and Harry will be a power that has to be counted on. Together we could even reinstate banned members of pureblood Families, like Tonks and her mother.”



“Tonks is a banned pureblood?” Ron asked.





“No, but her mother was, she was a member of the Black family before my father banned her for marrying a Muggle-born. She doesn't want to become a pureblood, but we could reinstate her into the Black family. If she was, I as the head of the family would have to support her monetarily and she would have some other advantages that come along with the name of Black.” Sirius smiled brightly at Harry.





“Well that'll have to wait ‘till Harry gets of age, and I've been freed of the charges,” he mentioned on his way out of the room.



“Cool, so cool! Harry, isn't it great? You'll become the Lord of Potter!”





“Stop it Ron, we've heard it. I don't think Harry cares much about that.” Hermione said.





“Come on, Harry! You do, don't you?” Ron insisted.





“Yes and no.” Harry answered.



“Which one now? Either yes or no!”





“I don't care the way you do, but I care for the possibilities I get through it.” Harry answered.





“Aww... now you're talking like a Slytherin!” Ron complained. Harry shot him an amused glance.





“Now that you mention it, I was just thinking about if I could convince some of them to join our side.”





“No way! They're all snotty, slimy bastards!” Ron claimed.



“Did I ever mention to you, that the sorting hat first wanted to put me into Slytherin?” Harry asked casually. Ron just starred at Harry.



“I guess I didn't tell you.. Slytherins long for power and don't refrain from getting their hands dirty, or breaking the rules or deceiving people to do what they think needs to be done. Most of them just follow the strongest leader. That's Draco Malfoy at the moment. Maybe I can use Malfoy's pureblood pride to get to him. Even if he doesn't get on our side, he might break with Voldemort - (flinch) - sorry, Tom Riddle. If he does, another Slytherin will try to take his place. And because that student can't be as suitable or as powerful as Draco, some of the house might dare to change to our side. If Draco turns to us, I'll help him stay in control.”



“And you'll control him.” Hermione stated.





“Sort of,” Harry confirmed. “I know it's a very Slytherin way of thinking, but its war. We can't afford to surrender a quarter of our nation’s new witches and wizards to him without a fight.”



“You're right,” Ron said, finally shaking of the shock. “Maybe some Slytherins aren't as bad as they seem to be... but I can't believe you're actually even thinking about becoming sort of friends with Malfoy!”



“We'll plan these things later.” Harry decided, having searched the last of the selves and several dozens of books floating behind him. “First we'll take these books into the library in my trunk. I haven't that many books there, but I'll change that.”



Hermione and Ron went with Harry into the library in his trunk. Ron was once more impressed, how big it was and Hermione immediately searched the books already there, while Harry sorted the new books into the selves.
Just as he put the last one into its place he heard Hermione gasping in shock.



Cursing himself for his stupidity he hurried over to her and took the book 'The Secret of Lord Draconis' out of her hands, put it into the safe behind the shelves and charmed the safe, so nobody could use magic to get the book. Afterwards he took a deep breath and turned back to his friends.



“Did one of you already decide, if I should undo their tracing charms or if you want to become an animagus?” he asked.





“I want both.” Ron answered. Both boys looked at Hermione.



“I...” she begun, but stopped. “I sort of want both too, but getting naked and let you look at all of me and touch me everywhere... It's just so embarrassing!”





“Why don't you think it over again while I undo Ron's tracings? Come along Ron.” Harry brought Ron into another room that had nothing in it but a carpet and a small table.





“First give me your wand please,” Harry requested.



Ron immediately gave it to Harry, who used his own wand to erase the tracing charm on it. After that he put it onto the table.



Ron started to take of his jumper, but one wave of Harry's wand caused all his clothing to vanish and to reappear on the table. Ron seemed a little nervous, but Harry just started to undo the charms starting at his head moving downwards, as if this was something they did every day.



Ten minutes later Harry was done undoing the charms and told Ron to put back on his clothes. They went back to Hermione, who asked immediately: “How was it?”



Ron smiled. “It didn't hurt at all, and Harry did it like a professional. You know, like a Healer. Just without any needles.” Hermione took another deep breath.



“I'll do it!” she decided.





“Follow me.” Harry ordered in return, and brought her into the same room as he had Ron.





“Your wand, please.”



Hermione gave it to him and asked: “Should I... you know, start taking the clothes of?”





“No I'll take care of that,” he answered dryly and returned his attention onto her wand. Hermione was a lot more nervous than Ron, as Harry put her wand onto the table.



When he used his magic to strip her of her clothes, she gave a little screech and covered her breasts with one hand and her crotch with the other. Harry just ignored it and started undoing the charms without showing any emotion.





Hermione slowly relaxed, but Harry's fingertips on her also turned her on, causing her blush to deepen and her breath to quicken. By the time he reached her hips, she was already slightly wet and hot, and she had to hold back moaning as he went further down on her. She didn't even realize at first, when he was done.



“You can now put your clothes back on,” he mentioned, already turning away from her, causing her to snap back into reality. She got dressed as fast as she could, knowing exactly who and what she would dream of that night.



When they got back to Ron, he asked her: “Everything alright?”





“Yes, I'm alright,” she answered, but just went to the door and left. Ron glanced warily at Harry.



“I've done nothing to her I didn’t do you,” Harry defended himself. “But she is a girl, so of course it had more effect on her, than it had on you.”





“Ok... I'll go after her and...”



“No!” Harry interrupted Ron. “I don't think she would want to see a male person any time soon. In fact I think she doesn't want to see anyone till she has calmed down again.”





“Why?” Ron asked.



“Just believe me this time,” Harry replied.





“Ah, well, I'll go, see if mum needs help,” Ron decided.



Only moments after he was gone, his sister sneaked in.





“I want you to undo my tracings and help me to become an animagus!, she announced.



Harry led her into the same room as everyone else and started. Different to Hermione however, Ginny enjoyed his touch without holding back. When his fingertips reached her breasts, she moaned and pressed his hands against her breasts with her own.



Getting the hint, Harry touched her as much to please her, as he did to undo the tracing charms. When he was done, Ginny caught one of his hands and put it between her legs, looking longingly on him and whispered: “Please!”



Harry stepped behind the girl, as he started to massage her gently. His free hand cupped her breast and he enjoyed her moaning. His fingers circled her clit, making her moan even louder and pressing herself against him.



Pleasure erupted in Ginny's body, as his thumb started rubbing over her clit and the tip of his index finger slipped into her. Her hips began to rock as Harry gently pushed his finger deeper into her tight opening. As soon as he felt resistance, he pulled it partly out and began to pump his finger into her, also pleasing her clit.



The girl didn't last long under his adept and clever fingers. She soon came, screaming his name out loud, before her body relaxed to the point that her legs couldn't sustain her any more, and Harry was all that prevented her from falling onto the carpet. He pulled his finger out of her, but didn't move his hands yet.





He waited for her heavy breathing to get normal and her to be able to stand on her own again, before he whispered to her: “Was it as good, as you hoped, sweet Ginny?”



“It was even better!” she whispered back.





“Just come to me, whenever you want me to play with your body again.” Harry said. “You're a really enjoyable toy.” He emphasized his point by rubbing her clit one last time, causing her to moan once more, before he let her go and exited the room.