Harry Potter and the Head of Black

(A/N: Some Dumble-Action this chapter. No, his secrets and whatnot will not be exposed in this chapter. Hinted at, yes. A few might slip, yes. But the full blunt of what he has done will not be mentioned just quite yet. I know you are all wanting to know, so here's a small taste of his sins. Also, there will be the set-up of some male/male slash in this chapter. If you don't like it, well...read past it or something. This is what you get for reading a story written by a bi-curious sadist. Any new chapters for a while will be short like this, at least until the end of the semester last week of May. My new jobs are eating away at my writing time. As always, Read and Review, makes the author happy.)

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Leria: If it were that easy, than why didn't Sirius just accept the mantle of Head of House Black and do it the moment he got out of Azkaban? Everything has a reason in a story. Dragen's challenge required Harry to treat his slaves (Tonks included) as a true sex slave. There were two options for Harry and the reasons behind his treatment of Tonks. Either some form of compulsion or him being a brutal bastard. With regards to Tonks, it's a compulsion. Later on when others are added, on the other hand...

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Harry Potter and the Head of Black

Albus Dumbledore was anything but a happy man. In the last seventy-two hours, he had felt his power-base crumbling around him, leaving him barely treading above water. It was deeply bothering him at just how things had gone the last seventy-two hours. Never before had he thought that one person could cause so much damage.

No matter how many times he looked at it, everything came back to one event. The late Sirius Black taking on the mantle of the Head of House Black. He hadn't even known about it until a Gringotts letter had appeared on his desk two days after the battle in the Department of Mysteries. He had made his way to the bank to demand the will-reading notice not be sent to Harry. After a long argument in which the goblins threatened to bring in their soldier-class to escort him from the building, he agreed to let the matter drop. He than made his way toward the Potter office, knowing that he needed Stripclaw to stop the notice.

It was the last time he saw the goblin alive.

He looked back down at the papers on his desk, most still containing large sections of blank space dotted throughout of them. He knew that they somehow related to Harry and to Headquarters, though he didn't know what the relationship between the two of them was. He knew that without the letter the boy had sent him, he wouldn't even be able to piece together this much of the story.

With a large sigh, he stood up and walked over to the perch where his phoenix sat, its beady eyes glaring at him. He simply let out a small smile and fingered the invisible control collar around it's neck.

“I need you take something to Harry Potter.” he said, taking out a piece of string. He tapped it with his wand and held it out to the bird. “Take him this portkey. Make sure only he touches it.” he finished. He watched as Fawkes flamed out and smiled. He knew that capturing that damn phoenix was a good idea.

“That should take care of that brat. Let his aunt and uncle deal with him. Those wards I put up earlier will also help.” he muttered, letting his small smile grow into an evil twist. “Another good idea I had, changing their minds like that.”

He never noticed the portrait of Phinius Black quickly leave his frame.

-

Hermione was still holding onto a sleeping Harry when a burst of flames startled her. She felt Harry stir and start to wake up as she watched a red and gold phoenix appeared in the room.* She had heard stories from Harry about Dumbledore having a phoenix as a familiar, something which she could not understand given what she had learned about the man. She noticed Harry stiffen in her arms as the phoenix locked eyes with him. She had no idea what was going on until Harry gave a sigh of defeat and pushed Hermione away from him. She looked at him, shock in her face as the phoenix landed on his shoulder.

“Free him.” was all he said to her as a piece of string touched his shoulder.

She stood there for a moment, watching the spot where Harry had been sitting not a moment earlier before she heard a male voice screaming for someone to come speak with him. She made her way into the study next to the parlor room to find Tonks already walking in.

“Albus has lost his mind!” a portrait yelled. “He has some kind of charm on that phoenix to control it, and he has sent Harry to his aunt and uncle.” he continued, trying to catch his breath. It was an odd thing to see, the portrait of a dead man panting for breath. “He also mentioned some kind of ward around the house!”

“Shit.” Hermione muttered. “Tonks, can you get us to Number Fo...” she started before stopping. A worried look spread across her face and she turned to look at Tonks, only to see the same look on her face as well.

“I...I can't remember...” the older woman muttered, looking at Hermione.

“Neither can I.” she said, tears falling from her face.

-

Harry fell to the ground, having felt Fawkes let go of him the moment they arrived. He knew he would be in his relative's house. Fawkes has told him that much through a mental connection. He knew that the meddling old fool had used a device around the phoenix's neck to control it.

“Well, Boy, it's good to see you again.” he heard from behind him. He turned around and saw his uncle standing in the doorway, completely nude, stroking his erection.

“Well...I could say the opposite, myself.” he replied, reaching for his wand. “Though, I don't know why I would want to be in this shit hole.”

“I'll make sure you pay for that shit hole comment boy.” he said. Harry watched as the man smiled and put a ball of paper into his mouth, the smile only growing larger.

“What are you...no!” Harry yelled pulling his wand as he heard an unknown voice finish the spell for the Fidelus. He instantly became confused and felt a headache coming on when his uncle spoke again.

“Harry Potter is being held captive at Number Four Privet Drive, Surrey.” he said. Harry instantly remembered the place as being his relative's home. He quickly held up his wand, only getting the large naked man to laugh. “You can't do anything with that stick of yours boy.”

“I don't care if I get expelled.” he said, slowly standing up. He started to make his way to the wall behind him, knowing he would need the wall to defend himself with. “If it keeps you from raping me again, it will be worth it.”

“Then try and stop me!” he yelled, lunging forward. Harry raised up his wand and aimed it for Vernon's head.

“Reductor!” he yelled, only to pause in fear as nothing happened. Vernon stopped and laughed at the look on his face. He didn't know why the spell didn't work. He tried a few more spells, only to get the same response.

“That old man stopped by and agreed to put up a ward that would stop you from using magic so long as we took you back in and kept you here.” Vernon explained, walking calmly toward Harry. He was still stroking himself, a small dribble of clear pre-cum falling from the tip of his penis. “Seeing as it would get you here for my use, I agreed.”

“I won't.” Harry said, standing up straight. “Not anymore.”

“Which is why we had to cast that hiding spell thing.” Vernon said, still smiling. “I must admit, with that spell thing and the other spell to make sure that you can't use magic, well...” he said, trailing off. Harry knew that the man was waiting for him to take the bait and ask.

“Well what?”

“Well, I just might start to like this magic freakishness.” he said, lunging for Harry. He tried to avoid his uncle, but something had spurred the man enough to be able to catch him. He threw Harry to the ground, causing him to hit his head and become dazed for a moment. Harry felt his jeans and boxers being pulled off. He felt hands grab him by the hips and pull him up to his knees, his face still lying on the ground with his arse in the air. When he felt the head of his uncle's penis touch his tight hole, he came to.

“Vernon, stop!” he yelled as he felt the man push into him without lube. He screamed in pain and started to crawl away, feeling his uncle pop out of him. He flipped over and tried to make his way to the wall only to watch as his uncle stood there, a bit of blood now on his penis.

“Please stop him.” he heard his uncle say.

“With pleasure.” he heard a voice say. He quickly looked in the direction it came from, only to feel something hard slam into his face. He felt his glasses break, as well as his nose. He quickly grabbed his broken nose, only to be hit once again, leaving him unconscious.

-

Fawkes continued to watch, now ignored, from the bookshelf in the room. The phoenix knew that this human and his mate were the ones who could finally free him from the megalomaniac subhuman who called himself Albus Dumbledore. Now all he had to do was wait for the human's mate to find them, and hope the human could survive until then.

-

In the room down the hall, Dudley Dursly sat on his bed, pondering just how things had come to this. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but for some reason he always seemed to stop caring the moment he walked through the door of the house. He didn't know why that was, but things that had been happening for the past year had caused him to wonder just how different the fre...Harry...and himself really were.

When they had taken him to that magical hospital after Harry and himself were attacked the previous summer, he was asked by one of the doctors what had attacked him. His mother had instantly said it was a dementor and that if she remembered correctly, muggles couldn't see them. The doctor agreed to what she had said and went about helping him. His mother's words and the doctor's agreement to them had left him confused. He would even admit later that they had left him very scared. They said that muggles couldn't see dementors.

He had seen what had attacked him that night.

He let out a sigh and raised his hand up again, looking at the pen on his desk across the room. He strained his eyebrows together and scrunched up his face. He felt sweat start to form on his face.

Ever so slowly, the pen started to rise up from the desk.

Though still hard to do, it was becoming far easier for him to move it.

That night almost a year ago, Dudley Dursly had found out he was a wizard.

(A/N: Regarding the “*” earlier. For the life of me, I could not remember if Hermione had ever seen Fawkes before, during, or even after the events in the Department of Mysteries. I don't have my copy of HBP lying around, so I can't even say for sure if she saw him when Fawkes sang the song before disappearing after Dumbledore's funeral. I would think, however, that Harry would mention the phoenix to her, and with Dumble's Order being called the Order of the “Phoenix” she could put two and two together and get five...wait, what?)