13

A few minutes after the train began again. There was another knock at the door. There was a ratty older man in worn robes at the door. Harry went over to let him in. "Yes," Harry said with a cold tone as he saw who was out the door.

"Harry, I am ..."

"Remus Lupin, one of my supposed parents' friends. A marauder according to Sirius. A werewolf by your aura, scars, and yellow eyes. Someone who abandoned me to the Dursleys. You have been outside of England for a long while. Abandoning me."

Remus was in shock. Both at the tone and hate in Harry's eyes. He then replied, "Harry, please believe me. I did want to contact you, I asked Dumbledore, but he said you were safe; besides it was for the greater good." he paused when he saw the fire flash brighter in Harry's eyes

Harry had his eyes trained on Lupin, and if looks could kill, then he is six feet under "Well, it would appear that he lied to you. I was neither happy nor was I cared for by that bitch, Petunia. His greater good, really? Are you that daft? What happened to the loyalty to your best friends 'child? Did you see the result from Saint Mungo's? So, I will ask you again, why did you not come and check in on me?"

Remus was very pale. "Harry, please, I wanted to see you, but I am a werewolf. Then the headmaster said it was for the greater good that I do not contact you."

"That is one of the most pathetic excuses that I have ever heard," he shot back. "You are safe except when you transform once a month and are indisposed the next day. Compared to my lady friends, that is nothing. I think it is your desire to obey that old goat rather than showing any loyalty to your friends." Remus said nothing.

"So, that's the truth, the greater good is more important than my health or even happiness?" Remus still remained silent.

Harry became angrier "Then you have made your choice. Enjoy your first and last chat with me as anything but a professor." With that, he closed and relocked the door. The man was pathetic. He really wanted to kill the man; too bad the laws had yet to make the werewolves varmints. Something that he could put down at will.

The girls looked shocked. "Harry" Hermione started.

"Oh, I forgot. Dumbledore sealed my parents' will which stated under no reason would I go to the Dursleys. Both Gringotts and Sirius have found other issues of concern with the headmaster meddling in my life, for the fucking greater good. Remus just let that happen. Just like sending Sirius to Azkaban without a trial. Remus never tried to do anything for Sirius. He never even visited Sirius."

"Mione, my eyes have been opened to some of Dumbledore's machinations. You need to understand that Dumbledore is a bastard. He will not hesitate to break the law, violate your rights, and use people, if he… and he alone… decides he should."

"Whenever Dumblefuck says, 'It's for the greater good', it means someone has just been, is in the process of being, or is about to be, well and truly buggered by him without lube. Often, that person is me. When he does bugger me, he uses liquid sandpaper."

Sadly, he turned to the girls. "If you stay in my life, you may also have him, try to meddle or break us up; or worse. Take Jack or Ophelia; if he felt that killing them to harm me so I obey the great Dumbledore's greater good, he would do so without caring how much it would hurt you."

Hermione looked torn. She respected the man but, she sighed and looked away. "I know," she said. "But, it's hard to think like that of a person who has so much authority. You're supposed to be able to trust them to do the right thing. What has been exposed appalls me. Part of me wants to find out that it wasn't him but someone else. But I know better. I am sorry, I was brought up to respect authority."

Daphne smiled at her friend. "I know Hermione. But if you stay with Harry, you will see the worst of everything in magical Britain. Most of our society's authority is not worth any respect. Being with Harry just seems to bring that sort of thing to the surface. It would not surprise me to see Voldy trying to make Harry an ally. Or Fudge. I see Dumblefuck try to use our Harry as a symbol and a weapon."

"Hermione, I know Daph and Harry won't ask this but it needs to be asked; will you side with Harry over Dumbledore?"

"Do you think it will come to that, Susan?"

"I do. I wish I didn't but I do. From the things in the paper, things from my aunt, and what Harry has said. Dumbledore is not good for Harry. No how. No way. Since you signed the contract; the same applies to you and your family. You need to tell them to have a bug-out bag. My aunt and I have one. I am sure; Daphne and her family and Luna and her family; all have bug-out bags and plans." The other girls nodded.

It took half an hour for anyone to speak again. Hermione had thought about what Harry had felt for her. He really loved her. Was her worship of authority worth that?

"Harry, I have one thing to tell you. The first year before we headed to the carriage, Dumbledore stopped me. He told me it wasn't safe to mail you. I listened to Dumbledore like a fool and didn't contact you, when I should have spat in his face and mailed you first." Hermione was almost crying. "That said, I will work on my authority worship with your help." Turning to Daphne and Susan. "Yes, I will choose Harry over Dumbledore."

Susan, Luna, and Daphne stood up and hugged the girl. "We will choose Harry over Dumbledore." They said in unison.

Harry hugged all of them. "Thank you, ladies. Mione, I know it is hard for you, but somehow, you do need to move forward. It will get worse. There is no sugarcoating that. I expect it to be the worst nightmare you have had. Now, on something lighter; I will use the garderobe to get changed. You have the floor."

{S}

Harry wasn't surprised when Dumbledore summoned him after the starting feast. The bastard would not leave well enough alone. One of these days Harry would end him. Unsurprising again, they argued about having Flitwick there. Harry was surprised that Remus or Snape was absent.

"Harry my boy."

"Stop right there you old goat. I am tired of this shit. You are not my family. I am not your boy. It is Mister Potter to you."

"I am still your magical guardian." Albus retorted.

"So, what. Once I have my owls, I will blow this Popsicle stand."

"You listen here. You will stay here and finish your education. The only school for you is here at Hogwarts. You will need to learn to obey me."

"Shove it. Now what do you need to see me about? Or do I need to have my solicitor here?"

"I feel that your ICW classes are not appropriate for you. I am sure Professor Lupin and Snape will do a wonderful job. You will be back in class with Snape and Lupin." Albus ordered

"You miserable fucking goat. My head of house, the Black wants me in these classes, so I will be in these classes. The courts have said I will never be in Snape's class ever. I will also invite others to these classes. As far as a wonderful job; my aunt taught me the patronus spell. It is not on the Hogwarts syllabus. That spell saved the lives of many students on the train today."

"Harry, you do not need the ICW class. In DADA, Lupin will be good enough."

"Bull shit. He is so far up your ass that he won't be able to teach straight. Snape, really? He is a piss-poor teacher at the best of times. Since I am not in Slytherin, my work is never good enough for him. That doesn't even count for his hatred of me for the sins of my father. "

"Harry…"

"Mister Potter, goat." Harry snarled back. Glaring at the headmaster. Daring the old man to try Legilimency.

"Fine, you are dismissed." Albus barked. Harry stormed out and went to the owlery.

{S}

Albus had to have a drink. Why wouldn't Harry listen? Maybe Snape could have been able to browbeat him enough so he would. Now Harry wasn't even with Severus. Harry had caused so many of his plans to be scrapped. Albus was not sure that Harry would become the martyr the greater good demanded of him.

What would it take to get Harry on the right path now? Would Albus have to use the imperious with potions to get the boy back on the right path? Albus had to think. If he attempted and failed, it would fail the greater good.

{S}

During breakfast the next morning.

"Good morning, Miss Lovegood. I am so glad you joined us." Harry smiled at the young Ravenclaw.

Harry was puzzled by this young girl. She was shy. She had not approached him since the express. He knew that Susan had dragged her into Harry's compartment. Even Hermione, who shared the room with her, said she avoided everyone. Then there was what he knew about her. His aunt said she had the power to be a hit witch. Croaker warned him that she had a weird enhanced sight. Sirius said her mother was a seer. Well, he would just have to draw her out.

She was cute. Hell, Hermione had admitted that the girl was hot naked. And from what he had seen, she was very smart. She might make a good addition.

"Yes, Luna, please join us," Hermione said.

Slowly the girl sat down between the two older teens. She looked nervous. "Luna, we have access to special DADA and potion classes. Would you like to attend with us?" Hermione asked. Luna nodded.

"Mister Potter, please come see me in my office after breakfast. I need to discuss your schedule." Flitwick said.

"Also, anyone that you feel you want to join in your two private curricula." He added.

"Yes, professor Flitwick." Harry said with a large smile. He noted that Dumbledore was frowning at him.

"Hermione, could you please notify our Slytherin friends that Flitwick needs to see us as a group."

"Okay," Hermione goes to get the Slytherins.

"What is up Harry?" Daphne asked.

"Flitwick is setting up our defense and potions classes," Harry answered with a grin.

"That explains Dumbledore's grim look. But Harry, if you really want to screw with him, you should pick at least some additional puffs. Maybe a few Gryffs. Though I don't know any I trust."

"I think Neville will benefit the most from it." Hermione put in. "Then we have to ask Hanna Abbot. Neville is sweet on her."

"Okay, girls, have at it. I will head to Flitwick's office now. Please go grab your picks. That way it will take until at least lunch for the goat to find out what is up. No lions though."

When they were done with the meal and stood up to leave; "Harry, you should wear your cloak and take your mother's school gift to the empty third-floor classroom Friday night." Luna said airily.

"Thank you, Luna," Harry said shocked.

{S}

"Why are we here, Harry?" Susan Bones asked.

"I will let Professor Flitwick answer. Professor." Harry responded.

"Harry's godfather is the Black. He is most unhappy with the DADA and the animosity Professor Snape has towards, young Mister Potter. So, he is paying for private classes to be taken instead of the normal classes, a defense class, and a potions class. The downside, in these classes the point system will not work. If you get into trouble, the only punishment is Detention." Flitwick stated.

"My godfather said the teachers will be better. They will also teach more advanced skills. So, what do you say?" Harry asked, hoping all the students would agree with this.

All the students talked for a few minutes. Then all agreed with Harry.

"So, we are all in, is there anything else you need Professor," Harry said.

"Are these all the students you want to join you, Harry?" Flitwick asked.

"For now," Harry responded.

"Good, by the way, do you mind if I join the defense class on occasion."

"A world-class duelist coming in to help train, I would be a fool to turn your offer down."

"Dueling?" Susan asked with a scowl.

"The defense class will include dueling, combat magic," Harry looked at Tracy "Battle healing, and support magic. So how did you realize that professor?"

"The teachers are Ching Shih, the only registered war mage for the ICW. You will have Hangaku Gozen and Terra Grant, both ICW Hit witches. We will also have a few plain Aurors and maybe an unspeakable or two. That is not just a defense class." Flitwick laughed.

"Are you going to tell the headmaster who all will be teaching?" Flitwick shook his head. "So, what do you think of the person he hired for potions," Harry asked.

"Andromeda Tonks is better than the professor Snape. She works in the spell trauma ward at Saint Mungo's. She has also worked with Auror teams." Flitwick cited. "She can teach you some healing spells."

"So, now you know the quality of the teachers and sort of what we will be taught. Let me know if you want to change your mind and go back to the regular classes." Harry said. The teens were all shocked but shook their heads no.

"Excellent, I will have your adjusted schedules by Friday. Please pick them up from me." Filius said.

"Before you leave, I will let you know to expect your head of the house and Dumbledore will try to talk you out of these classes when they find out you are in them," Harry warned. "Except for Flitwick that is."

"Why would he do that , Harry, these will get us better scores on our OWLS and NEWTS?" Surprisingly Susan asked that.

"It impacts his prestige, his pride, school pride, and the fact that the headmaster wants to control and isolate Harry," Daphne said.

{S}

Harry met with some of the teachers Thursday. He thought it was stupid that they all used colors for their names. Like that wasn't a dead giveaway that the names were bogus. Then again, logic was short in the magical world. A simple substitution code stumped most wizards.

Then the group plus Harry checked out the classroom Dumbledore allowed them to use. It would work for lectures or potions, but not for the active defense lessons. Not surprising for Harry, he was surprised it was at the level it was at.

"This will not do, Harry. Do you have any ideas?' Grey asked.

"Can I get a Hogwarts house elf" Harry bellowed out?

A pop and a house elf appeared in front of him. "How can Jinks serve Harry Potter?"

"Do you know of a place where my defense class can cut loose with spells and without the chance of being bothered? Also, the headmaster would not know what is happening there."

"Oh, but Jinks knows," "All the castle elves speak of a room that fits that idea perfectly."

"Take me there," Harry's eyes brightened at the prospect.

The house elf took hold of his hand and the next instance he was in the corridor with the tapestry of Barnadus the Barmy.

"Master must walk up and down the corridor three times while thinking of what he needs to room to be," Jinks said.

After a couple of trials, Harry had the elf pop him back.

"The come-and-go room will work. We just need to figure out a way to slip into the room. You noticed that there is a portrait across the hallway from this room." Harry said.

"Yes, I would bet it was put there right after the headmaster gave us this room."

Auror White pointed out.

"Sucker bet. Want to bet there is a listening charm by Monday?" Harry teased back. White snorted. "Dumblefuck is such a pain in the ass.

He wants to control everything."

"Do any of the staff know about us?"

"Flitwick knows, and he told us some of your real names and…" Harry laughed. "He will want to come in and participate."

"Bloody hell. Not surprised though, only a few of us have beat him in a duel." Grey smirked back.

"Did you?"

"Finally."

Laughing, "So Auror Grey, Black, and White; what do you think about the students?"

"I think they will do well. I am not sure about you though." Black laughed at him.

Harry shrugged. "Not everyone wants the same knowledge. Susan wants to be a high-risk Auror. I am not sure about Neville, Hannah, and Tracy. The rest, including me, want to survive by any means necessary. I am sure that you can teach me to do that."

"Yes, we can do that." Grey looked at Harry with a smile.

{S}

"Welcome students. I am Auror White. These are my colleges, Auror Grey, Auror Black, and Auror Tan. Today, we will go over what we will be teaching. We have a tough schedule. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, one of us will meet at the lake for a run at 05:00. It will start at two kilometers, building up to five. Later you will have physical exercise in the first part of Tuesday and Thursday which are double periods. The rest will be on spells, tactics, physical defense, and, weapons. As we get to know you, we will adapt our training to your needs and desires. On occasions, other teachers like The Black, and Professor Flitwick will be teaching you."

That created grins from the students.

The first lesson spells to make the classroom proof of spying and other issues they expected from the headmaster.

{S}

"What is wrong, Luna?"

"My mother's picture is missing. The nargels must have taken it."

"Luna, please," Hermione said laying a hand on her leg. "We are your friends. Please let us help. What are the names of the… nargels?"

Eventually sighing, Luna gave a wry grin and snorted. "You aren't going to let this go, are you?"

"We don't let anyone hurt one of our own, Luna," Harry said giving her a small, sad smile.

"Very well. Marietta Edgecombe, Lisa Turpin, and Cho Chang."

Harry looked around the common room and found the three girls laughing by the fire.

"Hello, do you find bullying funny? Or stealing Luna's things, amusing?" Harry asked with a jovial tone.

Cho didn't even deign him with a look as she continued to laugh. She was sure that even if the boy liked Luna, she could seduce him to forget that slag. A shag later, Harry would participate in torturing the weirdo.

"Just having some fun with Loony," Marietta replied, her grin firmly in place.

"Ah, well I like to have fun, too," Harry replied as he drew his wand. He fired off a bone breaker.

Marietta screamed in agony as she collapsed to the ground clutching his leg.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Chang demanded. The boy was supposed to join in on their tormenting of the crazy girl.

The rest of the house was watching the development, many shocked by what Harry had just done.

"I'm just having some fun," Harry replied with a smirk as he hit the girl with another bone breaker, this time hitting her other leg. "You three seem to think that needless infliction of pain is fun. Emotional pain is no different than physical pain after all."

"Potter, stop it," one of the seventh-year prefects demanded. Harry noticed she did not have her wand drawn. Actually, no one had drawn their wand.

"Oh, so now you decide to do your job," Harry bit back.

"Why is bullying acceptable when it is Luna, not when it is your side chick? That inflicting pain is, even if only emotional, is okay?"

"You broke her legs," Chang interjected.

"No," Harry denied. "I'm having fun. Isn't this what fun is? Bullying a defenseless person?"

"WELL?" he demanded furiously. "Get up, Edgecombe, unless there is anyone else who wants to join in the fun. You were all happy enough when you needlessly inflict pain against a defenseless little girl so why not this bitch?"

"It's only a joke, Potter," Chang defended. This had not gone as planned. The boy was supposed to join them in this game. Then go into a broom closet with her. Besides they were only tormenting Looney.

"Does Luna look like she thinks it's a joke?" Harry almost yelled back.

"What I did to Edgecombe was a joke in my eyes. Should I do it again? To you?"

Chang shook her head as the common room door opened, admitting a confused Professor Flitwick.

"What is going on here?" he yelled irritably.

"I was just proving a point, professor," Harry responded when his housemates turned to him. "Apparently, theft and to cause people pain and misery is what we do for fun here, isn't that right, Edgecombe? That your prefects allow it to happen."

Hermione whipped out her wand, "Accio Luna's picture." The picture flew out of

Edgecombe's robe to Hermione's hand.

"Excuse me?" Flitwick frowned when he saw one of the ravens curled in a ball on the floor. Plus if Harry was right; he had work to do.

"Well, Luna was crying. She said that some of her stuff was missing. These girls are bullying Luna. Worse. They are also stealing Luna's stuff. I decided I wanted to make a point. I think we should make it a regular thing, professor.

Whenever people hurt Luna, I get to hurt them. I have heard that Luna has complained before and nothing was done or Dumbledore reversed the punishment. However, once her father signs the agreement; I will just challenge them to a duel."

"Are you insinuating that there is bullying taking place?" Flitwick demanded. How could his ravens be so cruel to another raven?

"You saw that picture. You might want to ask these girls where the rest of Luna's missing things are." Harry responded. "All the teasing, the few times they locked her into broom closets!"

"Did you have to do that?" The professor said while pointing to Edgecombe. He was trying to give himself time to breathe before he did something to the three girls that would get him fired.

"I wanted to make a point. Hurting people can come back as karma.

Very painful karma." "You two, escort and levitate Miss Edgecombe to the hospital wing," he barked at a couple of seventh years. "Miss Lovegood, I would like you to join me in my office, and Mister Potter? That will be detention tonight for attacking a fellow student. Next time, just duel them. I will approve of to the death."

Harry nodded his understanding.

"Let's just hope I do not have reason to again," he sighed threateningly.

"Potter! I will get to the bottom of this," Flitwick assured him firmly as he escorted Luna from the room. "All prefects that knew about this, turn in your badges, now!" Potter had given him a shit sandwich which he would have to deal with.

He really wished Potter had just killed the girls in a duel when he realized how badly Luna had been treated. Then he cast some charms. There was some vile magic on Luna. He canceled it. He would have to do better for his Ravens. Tonight, Luna was saved by Harry. His detention would only be working on his homework.

{S}

Harry found this amusing. Luna was right. He saw a couple of other Ravenclaws go into the classroom. Then a few puffs and two Gryffs also entered the room. The last person to enter was a seventh-year Slytherin prefect. One he knew had a dark mark. The idiot showed it off in the great hall at lunch.

Harry noticed the door soon had wards on it. Harry took his time to alter them so he could listen in. It took him a few minutes to hear anything of value. Even then only a few words were clear. Harry caught two. That was enough for him to identify them as followers of the Dark Lord and looking to take the mark.

Harry realized Luna gave him a jackpot. He backed up from the door and found a place that gave him a clear field of fire on the door while behind cover. A quick spell and the portraits were frozen. After thirty minutes, he felt the wards come down. He drew his special gun, put on the suppressor, and waited.

It was actually the prefect one that came out first. Once another person was in the doorway, Harry fired. The first two died almost instantly. Harry was not surprised that he saw the glow of the protego shields. The two Gryffs tried to make a run for it, they were only protected by the protego. Harry took the down with a shot each. He loved the H&K. When the silencer was wet, it cut the sound almost to the movie levels.

He then advanced to the door. Different colored lights were now coming through the doorway. Harry kneeled down. Making sure his cloak covered him. He leaned in and started firing. Before long, all the wizards and witches in the room were dead but one. All were down. Harry then walked inside the room.

The witch that was still alive for now; he cast legilimen on her. He learned a lot about the death eater recruitment effort in the castle. Now he could put a stop to it. Then he walked around to each person and put two into their heads of all. For the last witch, it had been a mercy shot. He had hit her in the stomach.

He wondered what the Aurors would think of the wounds because they would find no real bullets. He accioed the number 12 shot. The casings had been made out of plastic, so nothing to deal with there. They were blobs on the floor.

Harry walked to another empty classroom. There he scourgifyed his hand as he dropped the shot on the floor. The house elves would clean this room and nothing would be traceable.

A confoundo on the portrait guarding the common room and time for sleep. It was a perfect crime.

{l}

The next morning, things were going normally until mid-way through breakfast. At that time there was a commotion at the head table. Soon McGonagall stood up and sent every person back to their dorm rooms without saying why.

Hermione noticed that Harry was on edge so she joined him in his dorm room.

Hermione sat with Harry on the bed. After some snogging, she smiled sinfully into his neck as she snaked her tongue out to lap at his slightly sweaty skin, the salty taste was delicious and she eagerly laved licks and kisses down his throat.

Today was different, Hermione could feel it; Harry needed to release some of his stress. She could do that for him.

She moved lower, spreading his legs gently with her hands on his thighs. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his underwear down and off him. Tenderly she took him in her hand and locked their eyes together.

A quick lubrication spell, then she firmly began pumping his length in her hand, she only used one for now. She set into an easy rhythm, her hand gliding down with a sharp down-stroke before tightening slightly on the upstroke, milking his thick cock with her hand. Hermione kept eye contact with him, her lips opening slightly as she let herself pant over her exertions, knowing it would increase his arousal. A quick spell on her throat and she was ready.

She kept that eye contact as she lowered her head so that her lips were aligned with the head of his penis and she lightly blew across him, grinning as his eyes started to roll back in his head before they snapped back to hers. Slowly, and taking care not to rush, she extended her tongue and began lovingly caressing his velvety skin and flesh with long luxurious licks. Careful not to touch him with her teeth she slowly took his head into her mouth and suckled briefly, tonging his slit with a loving caress before wrapping her lips around his length from the side and stoking up and down his shaft, her hand caressing his head tenderly.

Her other hand moved down between his thighs and cupped his balls lightly, rolling them between her fingers as she hummed pleasurably into his cock. Slowly she moved back to the top of his length, sucking and licking as she went before taking his cock deep into her mouth. She slowly engulfed his entire length. It had taken her a few months to figure out how to do this but if she slowly took him deeper bit by bit; she could do it. The spell she learned to let her suppress her gag reflex. She enjoyed having her throat stretch painfully on his girth. Finally, her throat felt full as her nose was nestled in Harry's pubic hair. Her eyes still locked on his and his cock lodged deep in her throat; she swallowed slowly milking him. She tried to stay there as long as possible so as to prolong his pleasure as she swallowed rhythmically around his length.

After a few moments where she tried to suppress the need to breathe in, she eventually had to so, still slowly, she pulled back from his length. The actual sensation of having his penis that deep in her throat was arousing to her. That alone was worth the slight cough she involuntarily gave as she breathed in for the first time in nearly a minute.

Since Harry was so stressed, she wanted to try something new, but she was nervous, Would Harry like to be rough with her. Would he truly pop her mouth cherry? Carefully she stroked him and moved back up his body to nestle back into the crook of his neck. Whispering against his skin she said

"Give me your hands Harry. I want you to work off some of that stress."

Dutifully Harry gave her his hands while she released his length completely for the first time in several minutes.

She took them and moved back down his body, tugging him with her. Harry got the message and was now sitting up. Taking a deep breath, she once again sank down onto his cock and put his hands on her head, and wrapped her own around his waist.

Tentatively at first Harry held her head in place, her throat relaxed, and with her lips around his head, and began thrusting his hips up into her, driving his cock deep into her throat. Seeing that she showed no signs of distress, he began to build up a rhythm and thrust her harder and faster onto his cock.

She felt her throat being stretched by his cock with each thrust and she moaned happily around him, her eyes still locked on his as she breathed through her nose when she could. She loved it, every second of it as he somewhat roughly fucked her throat.

After a while, her jaw began to get sore. His rhythm at that point was making her mouth and Throat nothing more than a pain-filled cock sleeve for him. The twitching of his cock announced the approach of his release.

With one last feral cry, eyes still locked to hers, he thrust hard into her throat and spilled himself deep into her belly, his cum filled her tummy with a familiar warmth that she loved. It always surprised her the amount of seed he generated. Some even remained in her mouth. Better still, while his length pulsed in her throat, she felt the pleasure of his release cause her release.

Harry then brought her up so he could kiss her on her forehead and snuggle with her.

Since she had succeeded, she hoped in the future they could do sixty-nine with Harry on top. There he could fuck her throat even rougher than he had this time.

Just when Harry stopped twitching, they heard a knock at the door. Harry quickly ducked under his covers. He had a problem though. His cock had never softened. It made a nice tent.

Hermione went to the door. She opened it and let in Luna.

"Luna, this is not a good time." Hermione tried.

"Harry is still stressed. Your jaw and throat need a break." Luna said dreamily.

Hermione was shocked as Luna came into the room. She turned and applied a locking charm to the door. She then turns to Hermione and kisses her. Hermione opens her mouth, and the remaining of Harry's cum mixed with her saliva starts to dribble out, filling Luna's mouth. Luna tasted the saltiness of Harry's cum, it tastes good; sweet and salty, and less so now; slightly diluted with Hermione's spit. Luna swallows some of it but there is too much. They use their tongues to move the seed between their mouths. It goes on and on for a bit until all of Harry's seed had been swallowed.

"You should clean him up, Hermione," Luna said.

Hermione had Harry get out of the covers and lay on the edge of his bed. She then got down between his legs again. She raised his legs and slowly cleaned the area with her tongue.

Then she got curious. She quickly cast a spell from the sex spell book. Harry felt her part in his buttocks and felt her hot breath. Then the tip of her tongue was probing Harry's pucker and he wriggled with pleasure. Harry felt the exquisite sensation of her tongue on and around and inside his anus. It was breathtaking. After long minutes her tongue was replaced by the first one, then two of her red-tipped fingers and Harry felt her penetrate him to the knuckle, his sphincter gripped her digits. It felt wonderful to Harry. That feeling was increased as she slowly fucked his arse, pushing right in then taking her fingers out completely and sliding them back in past the ring of muscle. This caused Harry to cum again.

Eventually, she withdrew.

Hermione beckoned Luna over. "He is ready."

Luna then turns to Harry. "My turn."

Harry took a deep breath as Luna came over to the bed. She then pressed her open mouth against his thigh; slowly licking all his spilled seed. He spread his legs to make it easy for her. He soon shuddered as she took him into her mouth.

"Merlin," he said in a shocked voice as she deep-throated him. Her fingers tucked under his balls pressed firmly. "Oh. That's… oh." He ran his fingers through her hair as she bobbed up and down on his prick. She moved his legs up. She blew air over his hole and licked him. "Okay?"

"Hell, yes."

Luna hummed her agreement and swirled her tongue around the edge of his asshole. She licked him over and over again, dipping her sweet little tongue into his entrance briefly with each pass until he was shaking and clenching his fists on a pillow above his head. She went back to licking his shaft and finally took him again into her mouth and throat.

He shuddered in a little breath as her fingers went slick and slipped downward over his asshole. Harry spread his legs to encourage her exploration. She pushed one into him, pressed against his prostate and he came with a soft, shocked sound. He shivered as she continued until he gave her several releases. Luna then pulled her finger from him and released his cock from her mouth with a little pop of her lips.

Hermione came over to again kiss her to get some of Harry's sperm. When they were done kissing, she laughed and rested her chin on his chest. "You, okay?"

"I think so," he admitted ruefully. "That was an entirely new experience."

"What can I do for my Ladies?" He asked as he cupped one of Luna's breasts and rubbed the nipple with his thumb through her clothes.

"You're Ladies?" Hermione repeated.

"Being hopeful," Harry murmured.

"Fuck each of our throats one more time then go to sleep, Harry." With that, Hermione impaled her throat with his cock.

{S}

Dinner that night was somber. It was announced that students from all four houses had died in the night of unknown means. Worse; no one knew why the students had got together. Harry just smirked. More students would die soon.

{S}

One week after his operation, Daphne wanted to borrow his cloak. He saw she had a steak knife. When he asked, she just grinned.

She patiently waited for her prey. When she saw the older Slytherin girl who had been harassing her sister, she pushed her into a broom closet and hit her with a petrificus totalus.

Daphne was amused. When she lifted the bitch's left sleeve, there was the mark. She then wrapped both of them in Harry's cloak and waited.

Twenty minutes later a couple of Dumbledore lackeys came in the closet to snog. Unsurprising the two lions had their order medals hanging from their necks. They cast silencing and locking charms. It was time to strike and prove to Harry her loyalty.

When the boy had taken off his shirt, she acted. She put the steak knife in the girl's hand. Next was the hard part. She had to place the knife exactly where it would go through the ribs. She then pushed. The boy groaned into his snog. She then drew the knife out and quickly stabbed the girl's throat before she could scream. She then removed the cloak from the Slytherin.

Once the two lions were on the ground and no longer spurting blood she used the knife to carve a message on love and betrayal. She then slit the throat of her Slytherin slag. Again, she stayed under the cloak as the blood splattered all over. She was glad the cloak shed blood. Once the cloak was free of blood, and the spells failed; she then left the broom closet.

Harry would be pleased. Both the death eaters and the order would watch their members now. By watching Snape and Dumbledore; Harry and his girls would know who was allied with who.

Daphne had a wicked smile on her face back to her bed. Since the headmaster would not want to sully the school's name by suggesting the school was not perfect. She knew the headmaster would bury this incident as an overwrought teen love triangle and a murder-suicide. Also known in the castle as nothing to see here.

{S}

A month later after the special defense class. Every student seemed to have an easy time but Neville. "Harry, why am I not doing well in this class?"

Neville was worried.

He then turned to Neville "From what I've seen, Neville, you have two major problems that are impeding you. First problem: your lack of confidence leads to hesitation and self-doubt. The second problem: is that there is something wrong with your wand. If I were to make an accurate guess, I say your wand owes its allegiance to another wizard."

"But I don't understand it was my dad's wand. My gran always told me that it was powerful" he said in a low voice.

Harry narrowed his eyes "Wait. You've been using your father's wand this whole time." Neville could only nod. "Well, that is one of your main problems. By any chance, did Dumbledore talk to your gran about you honoring your dad by you using your dad's wand?" Harry almost growled.

"Yes, Gran said that the headmaster said I should use it," Neville said sadly.

"That bastard. Auror White; I know you check over all of us for tracking and listening charms. Can you check Neville here for any other charms?"

Auror White came over and started to cast spells at Neville. She turned to look at Harry. "You called someone a bastard, Mister Potter?"

"The headmaster. I am sure he sabotaged Neville by planting the idea he doesn't need his own wand. I am betting he will have done more."

"Unfortunately, that is correct Mister Potter. There is a charm on Mister Longbottom. It makes his wand work only a fraction of what it would normally. This wand also has allegiance to someone else. If I were to guess, Bellatrix since she used it to curse his parents."

Harry turned to the rest of the students. "Now do you see why I have issues with Dumbledore?"

Hermione looked sad. The more stuff she learned about Dumbledore, the sadder she got. Hermione respected authority. "Harry, can we go somewhere quiet to talk after this? She said sadly.

Harry could see she was hurting. "Yes, Hermione. Tomorrow is Saturday. We can have all day after breakfast."

{S}

Hermione told Harry to join her in the room of requirement when he was done with breakfast. She looked sad but hopeful. He remembered her from the class the day before. There had been a broken look when all the students realized that Dumbledore did something so evil. Harry was not sure if the Prophecy was against Albus or Tom at this point.

Harry was surprised to find that the RoR was in a weird configuration. The room had a door, fireplace, and wood floor with a chair and a cushion. The shock was Hermione. She was kneeling on the cushion. Her legs were spread, her face looked down but her eyes were closed. Her arms were behind her back. She was facing the chair.

"Harry, could you please sit down," Hermione said without moving or looking about.

Harry frowned but did as he was asked.

"Harry, I ask you to listen to what I say before you respond in any way. Also, no matter how you feel, please do not leave me as a friend." Harry sat down, looking at his future wife in confusion.

"Harry, as you may have noticed, I sort of worship authority, and authority figures. That is part of me. I realize that will cause problems with us and possibly put us in physical and magical danger."

"Starting last summer, I looked into any way I could break it. I found nothing. Then to distract myself I read some of my mother's trash novels. In one of them, the anti-hero became the authority of the damsel in distress. That author writes books with a more adult theme. I liked the ones that had the theme where one of the characters controls and does more to the other characters. I read some of those. I feel that if you were to be an authority figure to me, I would not care what others in authority want."

"I am not sure what you are talking about Mione." Harry was confused.

"Harry, I want you to be more than my future husband. I want you to control me. To be my all. Be my sole authority figure, the one I obey without question. I know this is a lot to ask, but I do need this. We have all read O. That but not that. No one besides our close group."

Harry blushed at the talk of their husband. "What do you mean, you're all? Total control of you?"

"Yes, I mean, that I want to be yours. To obey your orders without hesitation. That way you are the only authority I respect and obey."

"You want me to have that much power over you? I am a teen boy you realize?"

"Yes, but that is the only way I think we can go further. You will be my authority. Harry, I need a man who takes me when he wants. I want you to be that man. I'm yours. I will not complain about you ever, I mean this Harry, you have the right to touch me, grope me, or have sex. So long as it is done in privacy of our harem. Right now, you can pounce on me, tear my clothes off and fuck me, hopefully, soon you will bugger me. I'd be perfectly happy about it."

"How would that work? There are times I need you to disagree with me or call me on the carpet."

"If you are willing, I will figure it all out for you. All you need to do is say yes.

"How will this work with Daphne? Or anyone else that joins us?"

"Leave that to us. I am sure we can figure out something."

"As long as this doesn't hurt you, I will try."