Harry Potter and the Demise of Dumbledore
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Adult ++
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12,103
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64
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What a Dream!!!
Be warned, I am about to unmercifully rape the world of Harry Potter with that of the Lord of the Rings. When J.R.R. Tolkien wrote LOTR he wrote it as the ancient mythology of Britain, so if we can believe that Ms. Rowling’s vision of magic is plausible (even if only in these stories) than why wouldn’t the world of LOTR be just as applicable? Sure I’m taking huge liberties, but it’s my story isn’t it?
Thank you to all those who reviewed!!!Especially Kat and thrnbrooke, my sweets!! Let me know if you have any questions after this chapter, i'm sure some of you will, and I'll try my damnedest to sort them all out as best I can. Parts of this one are a real stretch, even for me, and I wrote the damn thing! So without any further ado, here it is!
I own nothing, J.K. Rowling is a F-ing GENIUS!!!!!!
Chapter 5: What a Dream!!!
When Draco stepped out of the grate in his lavish flat in Muggle London, the Manor was still undergoing restorations after the Final Battle, it took him several minutes to catch his breath. His head was spinning and his mind was racing, not from the floo mind you. “He was so close,” Draco thought, “He called me by my first name, it must have been the wine. Yes, that’s it. But when we touched…” It was almost as if Draco could feel, physically feel, Harry’s magic coursing through him. There had always been sensation when they made contact, but usually when they did it was fist to face, or vice versa. He wondered if this was how it was for everyone who touched the Savior of the Wizarding World, did it leave everyone breathless for 15 minutes at a time? From a simple hand shake?
*****
The morning dawned bright and early for Harry. Too bright, and too early. He felt worse than he had the morning after he and Ron had downed a fifth of Fire Whiskey in fifth year, by themselves.
“Who turned on the lights?” Harry said, or at least tried to say through his scratchy voice. When Wheezy popped in, the sound nearly made Harry fall out of the oversized bed, and when the elf spoke he couldn’t help but cringe (even if the elf was consciously whispering).
“Good morning Master!” he said with enthusiasm.
“Unrgh!! Why are we yelling!?!?” Harry groaned to the fidgeting elf, “Make it dark, make it quiet. I need sleep, PLEASE!”
A tear ran down the elf’s face when he snapped his fingers and magically closed the curtains, blocking out the sunlight. “Yous does Master, yous does,” the elf thought to himself, “Last nights was so bad!”
***Flashback***
The screams were what woke Wheezy. His Master James had never sounded like that, nor had his Master Sirius. Only Master Remus on the nights of the full moon had ever sounded close to that. When he entered his Master’s bedroom he was terrified by what he saw. There was his Master, floating several inches off the mattress, convulsing wildly: his body twisting in every direction it could and shaking violently. The sounds of bones and joints popping in and out of place, ligaments and tendons tearing, and blood curdling screams were all that could be heard. Wheezy had had to shield his eyes from the bright golden light that radiated off of Harry’s skin, then as suddenly as it all started it was finished. Harry floated gently back to the bed and slumped against the pillow in a tranquil sleep until daybreak when the bright sun had accosted his senses.
***End Flashback***
Harry woke again several hours later. He was sore all over, but thankfully his headache had disappeared. When he groggily raised his arms above his head to stretch, Harry found himself unusually aware of every muscle involved in the action. He raised an eyebrow as he sat up and swung his legs around to the side of the bed. He felt awkward when he got to his feet, although anyone watching would have thought it utterly graceful, and adjusted himself to his longer limbs. Harry couldn’t exactly place his finger on just how much he had grown, but the view from his head to the floor was defiantly different than it had been the day before. Harry looked back at the bed, and even in the dim light, he could resolutely see the chaos that was once his fine bedding. On the bed side table he found a pain relieving potion left there for him presumably by Wheezy and drank it down gratefully ignoring the bitter taste.
A moment later the potion had kicked in, and Harry was able to take everything in much better. He could feel silky hair brushing the middle of his back, and his vision was sharper even in the dark of the room than it had ever been, even after the vision correction spell. Harry tried to avoid actually looking at himself for the moment, he could feel the grim of dried sweat and blood on his skin, and he knew he wouldn’t want to see himself until after he had showered. Thoroughly. So he made his way to the open door to the master bathroom and over to the grandiose marble and glass shower large enough for six newborn Hippogriphs. He turned on the water and stepped into the stream, letting it wash away the remnants of his transformation. He stood for a long while under the spray, just letting himself get washed away in the sensation, and before he realized it he found himself sobbing uncontrollably. His walls were finally down, even if it were just for himself, and he found himself thinking about topics he had refused to delve into for the first time in many long months. He cried for his parents, for Sirius, for Remus, and most of all for himself. Not some self righteous pity, just for the emptiness he felt that morning. What should have been one of the most joyous days of his young life was bitter sweet and lonely. He had not had anyone there to wake up to after the ordeal that was his inheritance, his mother had not been there to stroke his hair or hold his hand when he awoke. He had had no father to explain just why he was going to change so drastically in the course of a night. He had had to find it all out on his own, about the Númenórean Blood in his father’s line, or the trace line of the wood elves in his mother’s. Although neither of his parents had shown outward signs of their grand heritage, Harry had discovered that his father’s line had been the same as that of Arwyn and Aragorn and that his mother had NOT been muggle born as he was led to believe, but born of a long line of squibbs on her mother’s side, descended through thousands of years from son of the legendary Legolas, Prince of the Wood Elves, and his muggle wife. (See A/N if you didn’t follow any of the Lord of the Rings references, and to see my logic as to how Lily is descended from the elves.) He had had to read that in a diary his parents left him in his trust vault, which he found the summer before. Not much to his surprise, he had also found that his “Aunt” Petunia was not his aunt, but his mother’s adopted sister. So he let his emotions pour from him and wash away with the blood and sweat from the night before.
*****
After an hour and a half, Harry had regained his composure and exited the shower refreshed and ready to explore the new day and his new body. He stood nude before the magically steam free mirror in the lovely bathroom and slowly took in the changes. He was pleased with them, that was for sure, he had regained much of what made him look like “Harry”, and for that he was happy. Mostly he had just been tweaked: his brilliant emerald eyes were still there, as was the midnight black hair, and the bone structure that was so often compared to his late father, but instead of the modest 5’9” he had stood before, now he was easily 6’3”, his well toned musculature had only enhanced, his ears now sported a graceful point, and best of all, he was finally free of the scar that Tom Riddle had marred him with. As he ran his hands over his firm chest, and flat stomach absently he noticed the extra blood flow to his member and was pleased to see that it to had been enhanced, not that he had been lacking before, but now he was formidable below the belt, at least 9 inches to his eyes. Even his tattoos seemed to approve of the changes as they peered from there resting places at the new improvements to their canvas.
He found a dressing gown, and draped it over himself and made his way to his now sunny bedroom and restored bedding. As he lay there on the comforter, his thoughts drifted back to Draco and the afternoon before. Not long after, Harry once again felt a familiar stirring in his loins as he thought of the pouty pink lips of Draco Malfoy and the ice blue eyes that ever so rarely opened a window into the soul of their master. As Harry stroked his engorged member he effortlessly descended into a vivid fantasy of himself and his former (?) rival. He was slowly stripping the other man, kissing each new inch of skin that appeared from his ministrations. Before long, they were standing face to face, cocks rubbing back and forth against one another of their own accord with Harry and Draco trapped in a fierce lip lock. They melted onto a bed and Draco was under Harry, pleading…begging for Harry to dominate him. Harry could almost feel the tight warmth of Draco’s ass as he fisted his throbbing cock, and just as he was hearing Draco scream his name in his fantasy he exploded all over his taught abs and chest.
*****
Draco was panting as he woke up from his late afternoon nap, and his sheets were covered in the evidence of his unconscious pleasure. “What a dream!!!!” Draco said to the empty room as he let his head fall back into the pillow.
TBC
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A/N: okay, so i'll start with the basics, the line of Númenórean Blood is the blood that Aragon carries from his family. the Númenóreans were the partially descended from the elves, and lived extra long lives, and were the kings of Gondor, so when Aragorn married and had children with Arwyn, an elf princess, the blood was once again strengthened. As for Lily being descended from Legolas, when the elves left Middle Earth (Britain) after the war of the ring, they sailed over the sea into the west. What's west of the British Isles? Ireland of course!! Hence Lily's red hair and green eyes and firey temper. Now, on to the next big point, how did humans get magic as a race instead of just a VERY select few? in my world, after the gods saw Sauromon's corruption and will to exploit those without magic, they gifted power to the lines of the kings and nobility of the entire world, not just Middle Earth. The Malfoy's get there magic from Faramir and Eowyen's children, btw. So after thousands and thousands of years the gift spread as kingdom's were toppled and people married out side of the lines of nobility and eventually more and more houses with magic formed (the pure blood families) and some faded becoming squibbs. Those children born of muggle homes are not truley muggle born then, just descended from dormant magical lines whether it be from one or both parents.
I hope that answered most of the questions, but if you have any feel free to ask away in your reviews!!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it.
In the next chapter we can look forward to seeing what Dumbles has been doing back in England, as well as exploring Draco and Harry's connection a little more. Anyone remember when Arwyn broadcasted to Aragorn in his dreams in the LOTR movies?
Please be kind to a simple sailor and review his scribblings!!!!!
Thank you to all those who reviewed!!!Especially Kat and thrnbrooke, my sweets!! Let me know if you have any questions after this chapter, i'm sure some of you will, and I'll try my damnedest to sort them all out as best I can. Parts of this one are a real stretch, even for me, and I wrote the damn thing! So without any further ado, here it is!
I own nothing, J.K. Rowling is a F-ing GENIUS!!!!!!
Chapter 5: What a Dream!!!
When Draco stepped out of the grate in his lavish flat in Muggle London, the Manor was still undergoing restorations after the Final Battle, it took him several minutes to catch his breath. His head was spinning and his mind was racing, not from the floo mind you. “He was so close,” Draco thought, “He called me by my first name, it must have been the wine. Yes, that’s it. But when we touched…” It was almost as if Draco could feel, physically feel, Harry’s magic coursing through him. There had always been sensation when they made contact, but usually when they did it was fist to face, or vice versa. He wondered if this was how it was for everyone who touched the Savior of the Wizarding World, did it leave everyone breathless for 15 minutes at a time? From a simple hand shake?
*****
The morning dawned bright and early for Harry. Too bright, and too early. He felt worse than he had the morning after he and Ron had downed a fifth of Fire Whiskey in fifth year, by themselves.
“Who turned on the lights?” Harry said, or at least tried to say through his scratchy voice. When Wheezy popped in, the sound nearly made Harry fall out of the oversized bed, and when the elf spoke he couldn’t help but cringe (even if the elf was consciously whispering).
“Good morning Master!” he said with enthusiasm.
“Unrgh!! Why are we yelling!?!?” Harry groaned to the fidgeting elf, “Make it dark, make it quiet. I need sleep, PLEASE!”
A tear ran down the elf’s face when he snapped his fingers and magically closed the curtains, blocking out the sunlight. “Yous does Master, yous does,” the elf thought to himself, “Last nights was so bad!”
***Flashback***
The screams were what woke Wheezy. His Master James had never sounded like that, nor had his Master Sirius. Only Master Remus on the nights of the full moon had ever sounded close to that. When he entered his Master’s bedroom he was terrified by what he saw. There was his Master, floating several inches off the mattress, convulsing wildly: his body twisting in every direction it could and shaking violently. The sounds of bones and joints popping in and out of place, ligaments and tendons tearing, and blood curdling screams were all that could be heard. Wheezy had had to shield his eyes from the bright golden light that radiated off of Harry’s skin, then as suddenly as it all started it was finished. Harry floated gently back to the bed and slumped against the pillow in a tranquil sleep until daybreak when the bright sun had accosted his senses.
***End Flashback***
Harry woke again several hours later. He was sore all over, but thankfully his headache had disappeared. When he groggily raised his arms above his head to stretch, Harry found himself unusually aware of every muscle involved in the action. He raised an eyebrow as he sat up and swung his legs around to the side of the bed. He felt awkward when he got to his feet, although anyone watching would have thought it utterly graceful, and adjusted himself to his longer limbs. Harry couldn’t exactly place his finger on just how much he had grown, but the view from his head to the floor was defiantly different than it had been the day before. Harry looked back at the bed, and even in the dim light, he could resolutely see the chaos that was once his fine bedding. On the bed side table he found a pain relieving potion left there for him presumably by Wheezy and drank it down gratefully ignoring the bitter taste.
A moment later the potion had kicked in, and Harry was able to take everything in much better. He could feel silky hair brushing the middle of his back, and his vision was sharper even in the dark of the room than it had ever been, even after the vision correction spell. Harry tried to avoid actually looking at himself for the moment, he could feel the grim of dried sweat and blood on his skin, and he knew he wouldn’t want to see himself until after he had showered. Thoroughly. So he made his way to the open door to the master bathroom and over to the grandiose marble and glass shower large enough for six newborn Hippogriphs. He turned on the water and stepped into the stream, letting it wash away the remnants of his transformation. He stood for a long while under the spray, just letting himself get washed away in the sensation, and before he realized it he found himself sobbing uncontrollably. His walls were finally down, even if it were just for himself, and he found himself thinking about topics he had refused to delve into for the first time in many long months. He cried for his parents, for Sirius, for Remus, and most of all for himself. Not some self righteous pity, just for the emptiness he felt that morning. What should have been one of the most joyous days of his young life was bitter sweet and lonely. He had not had anyone there to wake up to after the ordeal that was his inheritance, his mother had not been there to stroke his hair or hold his hand when he awoke. He had had no father to explain just why he was going to change so drastically in the course of a night. He had had to find it all out on his own, about the Númenórean Blood in his father’s line, or the trace line of the wood elves in his mother’s. Although neither of his parents had shown outward signs of their grand heritage, Harry had discovered that his father’s line had been the same as that of Arwyn and Aragorn and that his mother had NOT been muggle born as he was led to believe, but born of a long line of squibbs on her mother’s side, descended through thousands of years from son of the legendary Legolas, Prince of the Wood Elves, and his muggle wife. (See A/N if you didn’t follow any of the Lord of the Rings references, and to see my logic as to how Lily is descended from the elves.) He had had to read that in a diary his parents left him in his trust vault, which he found the summer before. Not much to his surprise, he had also found that his “Aunt” Petunia was not his aunt, but his mother’s adopted sister. So he let his emotions pour from him and wash away with the blood and sweat from the night before.
*****
After an hour and a half, Harry had regained his composure and exited the shower refreshed and ready to explore the new day and his new body. He stood nude before the magically steam free mirror in the lovely bathroom and slowly took in the changes. He was pleased with them, that was for sure, he had regained much of what made him look like “Harry”, and for that he was happy. Mostly he had just been tweaked: his brilliant emerald eyes were still there, as was the midnight black hair, and the bone structure that was so often compared to his late father, but instead of the modest 5’9” he had stood before, now he was easily 6’3”, his well toned musculature had only enhanced, his ears now sported a graceful point, and best of all, he was finally free of the scar that Tom Riddle had marred him with. As he ran his hands over his firm chest, and flat stomach absently he noticed the extra blood flow to his member and was pleased to see that it to had been enhanced, not that he had been lacking before, but now he was formidable below the belt, at least 9 inches to his eyes. Even his tattoos seemed to approve of the changes as they peered from there resting places at the new improvements to their canvas.
He found a dressing gown, and draped it over himself and made his way to his now sunny bedroom and restored bedding. As he lay there on the comforter, his thoughts drifted back to Draco and the afternoon before. Not long after, Harry once again felt a familiar stirring in his loins as he thought of the pouty pink lips of Draco Malfoy and the ice blue eyes that ever so rarely opened a window into the soul of their master. As Harry stroked his engorged member he effortlessly descended into a vivid fantasy of himself and his former (?) rival. He was slowly stripping the other man, kissing each new inch of skin that appeared from his ministrations. Before long, they were standing face to face, cocks rubbing back and forth against one another of their own accord with Harry and Draco trapped in a fierce lip lock. They melted onto a bed and Draco was under Harry, pleading…begging for Harry to dominate him. Harry could almost feel the tight warmth of Draco’s ass as he fisted his throbbing cock, and just as he was hearing Draco scream his name in his fantasy he exploded all over his taught abs and chest.
*****
Draco was panting as he woke up from his late afternoon nap, and his sheets were covered in the evidence of his unconscious pleasure. “What a dream!!!!” Draco said to the empty room as he let his head fall back into the pillow.
TBC
*****************************************************************************************************************
A/N: okay, so i'll start with the basics, the line of Númenórean Blood is the blood that Aragon carries from his family. the Númenóreans were the partially descended from the elves, and lived extra long lives, and were the kings of Gondor, so when Aragorn married and had children with Arwyn, an elf princess, the blood was once again strengthened. As for Lily being descended from Legolas, when the elves left Middle Earth (Britain) after the war of the ring, they sailed over the sea into the west. What's west of the British Isles? Ireland of course!! Hence Lily's red hair and green eyes and firey temper. Now, on to the next big point, how did humans get magic as a race instead of just a VERY select few? in my world, after the gods saw Sauromon's corruption and will to exploit those without magic, they gifted power to the lines of the kings and nobility of the entire world, not just Middle Earth. The Malfoy's get there magic from Faramir and Eowyen's children, btw. So after thousands and thousands of years the gift spread as kingdom's were toppled and people married out side of the lines of nobility and eventually more and more houses with magic formed (the pure blood families) and some faded becoming squibbs. Those children born of muggle homes are not truley muggle born then, just descended from dormant magical lines whether it be from one or both parents.
I hope that answered most of the questions, but if you have any feel free to ask away in your reviews!!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it.
In the next chapter we can look forward to seeing what Dumbles has been doing back in England, as well as exploring Draco and Harry's connection a little more. Anyone remember when Arwyn broadcasted to Aragorn in his dreams in the LOTR movies?
Please be kind to a simple sailor and review his scribblings!!!!!