Harem of the Ancient House of Potter

Harem of the Ancient House of Potter

Having Three

by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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Harry woke with a smile, feeling the familiar weight of his Alpha on top of him, where she had collapsed after their energetic love making session the night before. He opened his eyes, but wasn't able to see anything through the mass of bushy brown hair. Turning his head to the side, he saw that his right arm was held down by the sleeping Bellatrix, and her sister had his left arm. "Anyone up?" he whispers. Someone puts his glasses on and resumes their position against him. He notes that Bellatrix was out of her Death Eater garb and in some sort of silken nightgown. 'Must have either gone shopping or went clothes hunting through the house while I was out. Man, I'll never do that again.' he thinks. "You know, we just can't lay here all damn day even though I wish we could."

"And what if we don't want to move?" Hermione asked.

"Hmmm, you want to answer the awkward questions that'll come up when they finally notice that we're missing?" Harry asked and Hermione pouts. "Besides, we've got to pay another visit to Ragnok and see if we can get another contract voided." he said and Bellatrix kisses him.

"I can't wait to be bonded to you." she whispered in his ear and Harry's demon blood started to boil over in anticipation.

"And," Harry continued as he calms his demonic side, "Lord Black needs to put in an appearance at the ministry. I need to meet this Rufus Scrimgeour and see if he's a useful idiot. I hope to also put it out that Bellatrix Lestrange is dead and the real Bellatrix Black is alive and well. I don't want anyone arresting you, Bella." Harry said and kisses her to the laughter of Hermione and Narcissa.

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"You'd think the Black family entered these contracts just so that they could be broken later." Ragnok stated. "Since the reason for the marriage was to produce a child and not for money, this contract is worthless. Your marriage was never consummated...and there was a clause that makes this contract void if a certain amount of time passes without the marriage being consummated." Ragnok explains.

'I guess there wasn't a penalty clause put into it then?" Harry asked.

"Actually, the Black family can claim any one piece of property out of the Lestrange vault." Ragnok replied.

"Well?" Harry asked Bellatrix.

"The goblet,"

"A goblet?"

"It's Helga Hufflepuff's goblet. I don't know why Tom wanted me to keep it though," she said trying to remember but failed.

"Transfer the founders' relic to the Black family vault. Be careful with it. If Tom has had his hands on it it's probably been cursed." Harry said to Ragnok.

"We'll have our best curse breakers check it out." Ragnok replies. "Anything else.

"Hmmm, is it possible to draw up a contract marrying off Bellatrix Black to Harry Potter?" Harry asked.

"Hmmm, drawing up a marriage contract for yourself...I like it. That way she'll be a Potter and will have more of your family protection if the ministry decides to arrest her anyway." Ragnok comments.

"She better not be the only one getting the name 'Potter'." Hermione stated crossing her arms.

"Don't worry, you'll be one too, just as soon as I get the courage to talk to your parents." Harry stated and Hermione rolls her eyes.

"Didn't think you were so old fashion, Harry." Hermione teases.

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Everyone knew of the family crest that the wizard had on the front of his cloak. That was the Black family crest and only the head of the house wore such attire. Harry rolls his eyes and sits his wand on the tray.

"Lord Black to see the minister." Harry said clearly so everyone could here. He knew that most wouldn't recognize his voice, but they would recognize his holly wand. Taking his wand back he heads for the lift.

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"This is...well...it's a lot of work for my Aurors." the Minister said, "but, if we can roll them up before they realize we know where they are, it will make things much simpler in the long run." Leaning forward, he continued, "But, I have to ask you, Lord Black, just how dependable is this information? Can you tell me anything about the source of these locations?"

"Considering who provided me the information, I would say that it's extremely dependable, as long as it get's acted on fairly quickly. As to where I got it, it would be easier just to show you. Do you have access to a Pensieve?"

"I'll send Weasley to fetch the thing." Rufus said as he limped to the door and barked out his orders. Harry smothered a grin as he imagined the Toad sitting out in the office, trying to hear what was being said. He was annoyed to find that she hadn't been arrested yet, but planned to remedy that in the very near future. She would learn that she had made a very grave error in judgment when she sent the Dementors after him, not to mention that damnable quill of hers!

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"Stop!" Harry shouted and the image freezes. He holds up his ring and the names of the Black family appear in gold letters. "Those are the names of the members of the Black family that were involved in Bellatrix's torture. The others are LeStranges."

"And she was tortured like this until her mind split in two?" he asked and Harry nods.

"Don't ask me how I obtained this memory. That's a Potter family secret that I can't reveal. Now, will it be possible to plant a story detailing that one Bellatrix Lestrange is dead and that she wasn't the real Bellatrix Black, just an imposter?"

"Yes, I think that can be arrange. Why's is Dumbledore's..."

"Dumbledore thinks he's constantly playing chess and I'm not a knight to be moved around." Harry replies.

The Minister raised his eyebrows, "Really? From what Cornelius said, you were supposed to be Dumbledore's man, through and through."

Harry snorted, "And yet another thing that Fudge was wrong about, what a surprise! Speaking of our former Minister, how is he doing these days? I can't imagine he's happy losing all the money Lucius and the others funneled to him over the years."

Rufus chuckled, "No, I don't think that happy is a word you can use to describe the man these days. He's just fortunate that he is immune to prosecution for any actions he took as Minister. But he did lose his pension, and he's finding that it's hard to find a job when his only skills are in arse kissing and being a sycophant for who ever held the purse strings." He shook his head, "It's left us with a massive bloody mess though, He refused to promote anyone who wasn't a pureblood, and, while there are some who are competent at their jobs, most of them haven't got the imagination to pour piss out of their finely polished dragon hide boots even if the instructions were printed on the heel! And, because of the perception that only Purebloods can advance here, that is all we are getting to apply for the jobs. It's a miracle that anything at all gets done in this place. If I'd known how bad things were, I never would have gone for the job, but after Amelia was killed, the only other person interested was Umbridge, and there is no way in hell that I'd stand aside and let her waltz into this office. But, I'm sure you aren't interested in my troubles, we will be acting on this information within the next 24 hours, and, if you find out any other information, I would be most grateful."

Harry smiled, "I certainly will, but, in the meantime, I believe there is something else we can do for each other. If you are serious about acting on this information, and cleaning up the corruption that Fudge and his predecessors allowed to flourish here, I will publicly support you in your efforts, and, as and added bonus, I can give you enough to get Umbitch out of your hair permanently."
The older man stared at him silently for several minutes, before smiling, "Very well, Lord Black, you have my attention, what did you have in mind."

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"Harry, it's good to see you again." Luna greets. "Do I have you to thank for Ronald's new attitude?" she asked.

"No, blame Ginny and Molly Weasley for their use of a love potion on me and Hermione. Your father home? I've got another story for him."

"Oh he'll enjoy that." Luna stated smiling. "C'mon in." she said and Harry follows her in.

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The headmaster of Hogwarts sat back in his chair rubbing his temples. He was quickly developing a headache and it was being caused by Harry Potter and the deceased Sirius Black. How Ragnok had been able to get a message to Harry without him knowing was still baffling the headmaster. This was not what he had in mind. Harry didn't know what his scar truly was. The boy had to sacrifice himself in order to get rid of that fragment of Tom's soul. There was no other way and there wasn't enough time to find another way. The more time that would be taken in order to find another solution was more time Tom had to kill more people. He didn't want more blood spilt just because Albus Dumbledore didn't do enough or try hard enough to put Tom on the right path.

The second and third things that were worrying the headmaster laid on his desk. The Quibbler and The Daily Prophet had similar stories about the death of Bellatrix Lestrange, but The Quibbler seemed to have more detail and seem to convey a message that the Lestrange and Black families conspired to make Bellatrix Black into the Bellatrix Lestrange the crazed witch she once was. The 'once was' part came from the fact that The Quibbler was reporting that Bellatrix Lestrange didn't die, instead she went through an experimental treatment eliminating the dark persona that was created by the Black and Lestrange families. Knowing Xeno Lovegood like Dumbledore did, there was total truth in the article, just not the correct truth. Harry did something and Bellatrix benefited or was the victim of whatever Harry did. Also, there was a mention of Narcissa's divorce in The Quibbler but not in The Prophet. The third thing was the letter that was laying on his desk. He read it one more time to make sure his contact had written what Dumbledore thought his contact had written.


To the Head Bird,


Potter had a two hour meeting with the Minister this afternoon, I'm not certain what they discussed, but part-way through it, Minister Scrimgeour requested a pensieve projector. Afterward, there was another meeting with the head Auror and he seemed to be pleased with what the Minister told him. As for Potter, he has changed a great deal from the past two years, he was wearing the Black coat of arms on his robes, signifying that he had taken up the mantle of the Head of House. He also completely ignored the presence of Umbridge,giving the impression that she was unworthy of his attentions. He's acting like a true pure blood that is for certain. I don't know how he is vanishing from the Burrow, but you might need to tighten the leash before he does something that may jeopardize our side.

The Kitsume

Dumbledore sighed yet again. What did Ragnok tell Harry? What was Harry doing? There were just too many questions and not enough answers. Before he could even begin to try and find the answers to his questions, a very familiar white owl zipped in through the window, and, with a cheerful bark at Fawkes, dropped a letter onto his desk, stole one of his lemon drops and flew back out the window! Albus sat dumbfounded that Hedwig had taken one of his candies, before shaking his head and picking up the letter, knowing it was certain to add even more to his headaches.


Good Evening Headmaster:


I'm certain that you've already seen the articles in the Daily Puppet as well as the Quibbler about the late Bellatrix LeStrange, and, since you are an intelligent individual, you've more than likely realized that there is more to the story than what has been officially released. You would be correct in that assumption, by the way. I'm not willing to commit the whole story in a letter, and, if we can reach an agreement about other matters when I return to school, I will provide you more of the information. I will tell you that the story in the Daily Puppet is a steaming pile of hippogriff shite that the Minister and I came up with. It's amazing what can be accomplished when you are willing to work with the Minister instead of treating him like a misbehaving little firstie, isn't it?

On another subject, while I am still not happy about the way you twisted ancient laws to allow you to override the will of my parents' and condemn me to the Dursley's, I am willing to table that subject until we have finally disposed of Tom and his followers. Once that is accomplished, you and I will have a discussion, mark my words.


Now, as I'm sure that your informants have told you that I have taken up the Head of House role, I will require additional accommodations for the coming school year. I would prefer to have the rooms be either in, or at the very least, easily accessible to Gryffindor tower so that my bodyguards can be immediately available. Being a Head of House increases the risks of someone attempting to harm me, even above the usual annual attempts by the DADA Professor to kill me.

Speaking of the DADA Professor, I am extremely curious what you hope to accomplish by having Snape (and, no, I will not call that man a Professor, he has never taught me a damned thing, and is completely unworthy of any form or sign of respect from me) as the Defense Instructor. If you still think I am unreasonable, then I would like you to ask Snape why he continually accuses me of being a spoiled, pampered prince just like my father, when he knows damn good and well that, thanks to his Master, I have no memories of my father at all, and, thanks to the lovely sessions of mind raping he put me through last term, he knows exactly what my life at the Dursley's is like. I want to be there when you put the question to him, and, if I am not satisfied, well, the Minister is very interested in the fact that he was never even questioned, let alone tried, on the charges of being a Death Eater all those years ago. If you can let Sirius sit in Azkaban as an innocent man for all those years, I don't see how you can object to an active Death Eater answering questions truthfully in front of a lawfully constituted court, can you?

If you wish to contact me, I can be reached through Gringotts until September 1st, after that, of course, I intend to be in the castle itself.

Sincerely

Lord Harry James Potter Black


Albus took off his glasses and wiped his hand across his face, before chuckling ruefully. "Well Harry, I knew that your letter was going to cause me additional headaches, and, it's times like this that I hate being right! You've gotten some very good advisers in recent days, that is for certain. The hell of it is, you've got the upper hand at the moment, and I really can't afford to spend the energy fighting with you right now, Tom has to be a higher priority, I just hope I live long enough to make up for what I have done to you." He looked down at his blackened hand and sighed, "But I doubt I will be given that opportunity." He put his glasses back on, and leaned back in his chair, thinking. 'I've made so many mistakes with that young man, and I don't know how to tell him what I suspect about his curse scar. How can I tell him that I believe he is going to have to die to defeat Tom permanently?'

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Candlelight was the only thing that was illuminating bed room. The sounds of someone sucking on a cock was the only noise coming from the master bedroom. Harry's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the mouth of one Bellatrix Black, soon to be Potter, was giving him a masterful blow job. She seemed to know when to back off in order to let his cock calm down before resuming her work.

"Merlin!" he shouted and that was the only warning for Bellatrix as his cock exploded shooting strand after strand of salty spunk down her gulping throat. Bellatrix drank it all, not letting a drop escape her mouth. She then cleaned his cock and looks up at him with her violet eyes shining in pleasure. He smiles down at her and runs his hand through her long, dark hair. She laid her head in his lap as he continues to stroke her head. He started to help her out of her nightgown and she assists him. His cock comes back to life seeing that she was completely naked under it.

"Thought I wouldn't waste time by wearing a bra and knickers." she said with a saucy grin. She climbed onto the bed and lays on her stomach spreading her legs for him. He snarled at her, but it was out of pleasure and not of anger towards her willingness to be in a more submissive position for their shagging.

"You sure you want it this way?" he asked in her left ear as he grinds his cock against her moist folds.

"Mmmm, take me," she purred and in one fluid thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her wetness. "Fuck me! Make me yours completely!" she shouted as Harry began a pounding rhythm. His blood rings in his ears as his demonic nature revels in the fact that this one was going to be quite dirty in bed. He felt her pussy pulse as she starts a chain of orgasms leaving her in a fit of screams and shakes. Harry reached under her and she raised up a bit to allow his hands to play with her breasts.

"You like this don't you? You like being submissive to me don't you? You want to be completely loyal to me don't you?" he asked pounding into her a little harder at the end of every question.

"Yes! I want to be the bitch of your harem!" she shouted and she starts yet another chain of orgasms. Harry's cock couldn't take anymore of the verbal stimulation or pussy squeezing. His seed exploded outwards filling her completely. His demonic aura sinks into her magical core and goes completely to the center. This causes another orgasm within her.

"Merlin...," she let out and harry rolled to lay beside her. Green eyes with flecks of violet stared back at him.

"You surrendered yourself to me, you didn't have to..."

"I wanted to do that. I want to be yours and only yours." she replied and he pulls her against him. The door opens to admit Narcissa and Hermione.

"Have fun, Bella?" Narcissa asked laying down along with Hermione on the bed.

"Mmm, I did." she said and the four fell asleep, the witches surrounding Harry.

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'What is that boy doing? Why did I feel that intense rush of emotion from him? Ooooh, and where is Bellatrix?' Voldemort pondered. His pet hadn't shown up and he needed her if he was going to get another body. "Potter, I shall find out what you're doing eventually.'