Harry Potter and the Sisters Black – The Complete Saga PART ONE (THE BEGINNING)_(1)

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HARRY POTTER AND THE SISTERS BLACK – THE COMPLETE SAGA

Harry awakens with a groan. He feels the back of his head as he looks around the room. The room he’s in looks to be a cell, one steel door, one cot, one chamber pot, and four gray stone walls. He doesn’t feel anything unusual.

He thinks to himself. “Ok, let’s try to figure this out. I was at Privet this morning. I went for my normal run. I thought I saw something in an alleyway and went to investigate it. Suddenly, my head exploded in pain.”

He reaches into his sleeve, only to find his wand gone. As panic starts to set in, the door creaks open. Harry gets a glimpse of a sliver hand pushing against the door just before a familiar man steps into the cell. “Wormtail!”

Just as Harry’s preparing to launch himself at the intruder, the Animagus holds up his silver hand. “Please Harry, don’t make me hurt you.” He scurries forward and grabs Harry’s hand, pressing a small piece of paper into it. “We’re even Harry. I can’t free you, but that’s just as good. You saved my life, and I just saved yours. Please remember that in the future.”

In a flash, the balding man is gone and the door closed. Harry looks at the paper, only two words are written on it: Servus secus.

Hmm, sounds like a spell of some sort, Harry thinks, just before the paper bursts into flames and is incinerated.

Suddenly, darkness once again overtakes Harry.

When Harry comes to again, he finds himself unable to move his limbs and the room’s suddenly gotten a lot colder.

He opens his eyes to find his arms shackled to the cot and himself without of his clothing.

A familiar female voice says from the door. “Ah, little Potty’s awake.”

Harry looks and in walks Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa’s clipped and cultured voice breaks in. “The Dark Lord wishes to reward Bellatrix and myself for capturing you.” She closes the door. “So we are to do with you as we will for the next two days before he arrives to put you to death.”

Both of the women divest themselves of their clothing.

“Since you put poor Lucius into Azkaban, I’m afraid that I haven’t been about to get any form of physical relief, so you have two months of frustration to help take care of and my sister just wants to be able to say she shagged the Boy-Who-Died.”

With no further warning, Bellatrix walks over and climbs onto the cot. She places on knee on either side of Harry head and lowers her crotch to Harry’s face. “Come now boy, surely you and either that mudblood whore or the daughter of the blood traitors have been fooling around.”

Harry’s completely at a loss of what to do as Bellatrix reaches down and pulls his head up to her slit by his hair. He exhales and accidentally brings the tip his tongue into contact with her cunny, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Bellatrix.

As Harry contemplates what to do, he feels a hand wrap around his half-erect cock. “Hmm,” says Narcissa. “What a delightful member you have boy. It almost makes me grateful you put my husband away.”

Narcissa lowers her head to and takes Harry’s cock into her mouth, a few quick sucks is all it takes to have Harry at full mast. She then quickly straddles Harry and guides him to her waiting entrance.

Bellatrix says, “Come on boy, eat my cunt,” as Narcissa starts to bounce on Harry’s dick.

He feels his magic start to build up as the pressure in his cock does. He tentatively runs his tongue along Bellatrix’s outer lips. He finds a small nub that causes Bellatrix to gasp every time his tongue comes into contact with it.

“I don’t know what those words meant,” Harry thinks, “but it’s my only chance.” Harry suddenly clamps his teeth down on the nub in his mouth, earning a howl of ecstasy from Bellatrix; Harry frees his mouth and roars, “Servus secus!” Harry lets loose his seed as he releases his magic. He can feel the magic leaving his body and entering the two women on top of him.

The sisters Black feel the raw magical energy flowing into them, causing Narcissa to come. They can feel their priorities in life changing as the arcane magic does its work.

Finally, all three collapse from exhaustion. A few minutes later, the sisters start to regain their senses, such as they now are. They both dress and Bellatrix releases Harry as Narcissa casts an Awakening charm on Harry.

“What’s going on,” Harry asks as Bellatrix helps him stand up, allowing Narcissa to transfigure the mattress into clothing for Harry.

“We’re getting you out of here master,” is Narcissa’s response.

Deciding to let that go for the moment, Harry asks, “Where’s my wand?”

“It is with the Worm, unfortunately.”

“We have to get it.”

Narcissa looks pensive for a moment before saying, “It won’t be easy, but for you master, we will.”

Bellatrix opens the door to find Wormtail waiting outside. He hands a wand to Narcissa, “Here, this is Harry’s, now get out of here.”

With that, he transforms and takes off down the hall, Harry considers going after him, but considering all the traitor has done for him so far today, he lets the rat go.

Bellatrix asks, “Where shall we go master?”

Harry thinks for a second. “To your old home.”

Narcissa says, “Malfoy Manor?”

“No, the home of your family.”

Understanding dawns on the ladies faces; Narcissa pulls off her wedding band and casts a quick spell on it. “Please grab on to this master.”

All three grab onto the ring and feel a familiar tug behind the navel. They stagger as they land in the entrance hall at number 12 Grimmauld Place, though they manage to keep their feet.

All three quickly move to the kitchen to find it deserted. Harry says, “Narcissa, would you please light a fire and see about finding some Floo Powder?”

“Of course master.”

Harry shakes his head as he considers his other traveling companion, “Bellatrix, I hope you don’t mind but would you mind handing over your wand?”

To his surprise, Bellatrix holds up her wand handle first, “Of course master, after the trouble I’ve caused you, I understand why you want me unarmed.”

Harry takes the wand suspiciously as Narcissa returns with a large clay pot. “Here you go master; it was right where it used to be.”

Harry’s head is spinning as he says, “Please call Dumbledore and have him come here quickly. Make sure he knows I want him to come alone.”

Harry then sits down in one of the chairs and almost passes out from a combination of magical exhaustion, physical fatigue, and raw shock.

A while later, Bellatrix is washing Harry’s forehead with a cool washcloth when the fireplace belches green flame and Albus Dumbledore emerges in the Most Noble House of Black. His wand is instantly on Bellatrix.

“Hold on professor,” Harry says quietly. “I think she’s a friend.”

The Headmaster walks over to Harry, while keeping his wand trained on a docile Bellatrix. “What’s wrong with him?”

Narcissa says, “Nothing serious, I’d imagine, he’s just been through a lot in one day. If you have some Pepper-Up Potion, I think that should take care of most of the problems.”

Albus reaches into his robe and produces a small vial. He feeds the contents to Harry and, to his extreme dismay, only a small amount of steam comes out of Harry’s ears. The old man asks, “Feeling better Harry?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, then perhaps we could go to the drawing room and discuss today’s events.”

Harry stands up and finds that he’s remarkably stable on his feet. “Let’s sir.”

The two move to a small library, with a fireplace and two chairs, escorted by two women.

As the men are seated, the women take up flanking positions next to Harry.

“If you ladies would kindly leave, there are some sensitive matters I need to discuss with Mr. Potter.”

They merely look at Harry, “Why don’t you two go get freshened up and then bring up some refreshments?”

They give him a dazzling smile before leaving, as Harry’s eyes track Bellatrix’s bum, a rather naughty thought crosses the teen’s mind.

“Thank you Harry, now, would you please explain what’s happened so far today?”

Harry gives a very quick over view of the day’s events until he comes to the part where he has his meeting with Wormtail in the cell.

“It was weird professor; Peter gave me a piece of paper with two words on it that looked like a spell. I passed out and when I came to, I was naked, tied to the bed. Then Narcissa and Bellatrix came in and well… I don’t think I have to paint you a picture. As they continued, I felt my magic building up. My only real hope was whatever Peter gave me, so, I just focused all my magic into that and since then the ladies have been outright submissive; doing what ever I say, calling me `master’, that kind of thing.”

Dumbledore’s face is a study in contradictions as he says, “Do you happen to remember what the spell was?”

“Serve us something.”

“Servus secus?”

“That sounds about right.”

One emotion finally emerges victorious within Albus Dumbledore. The old mage bursts out laughing. Not a quiet chuckle, not a polite laugh, but a full-fledged belly laugh. Harry stares at Dumbledore until he gets his laughter under control.

“Harry please forgive me; but the situation was too much for me.”

“What situation professor?”

Dumbledore looks at Harry for a moment before he blushes. “Again I apologize Harry. I doubt you’ve even been really been able to think since you’re escape, let alone analyze the situation. Why don’t you give me your take on the situation before I explain mine? I just wish to see how much insight you gleamed from what’s happened.”

“The only thoughts I have professor, is that he was trying to pay off the Wizards Dept he owed me, but he was also trying to make inroads with our side for when Voldemort loses.”

“Very good Harry, I hadn’t even considered the last part. Allow me to explain my take on this. It would appear to me that Wormtail attempted to pay off his Wizards Dept to you while helping to secure his position with Tom. But he also delivered a rather potent intelligence source to us. This is one of the major weapons we have against the Dark, their greed.

“Also Harry, I’m concerned that this could be a new plot by Tom.”

“How so professor?”

“How much do you know about the spell you used Harry?”

“Nothing sir, what’s so special about it?”

Dumbledore looks at Harry with concern etched on his face, “Harry, the spell you used is the Sex Slave Curse and it’s the parent of the modern Imperious. It’s not an Unforgivable, or even illegal for only two reasons. The first is that it’s ancient and requires an immense amount of power, until today, I thought there were only two people who could have cast that spell, Tom and myself. The second reason would infuriate Ms. Granger should she ever learn of it. The curse will only work on women, and the Ministry is still mired in what can only be described as chauvinistic tendencies.”

Just as Harry opens his mouth, the door opens. He looks over and his jaw goes completely slack. Standing in the door are Bellatrix and Narcissa, but what causes Harry to almost need dental work is that the two are wearing skimpy French maid outfits that have been modified so that they *just* cover the pink bits. As they approach the men, carrying trays, Harry notes that each of them has a black satin choker on, that appears to be pressing into the flesh, with metal disks directly over the larynx, on them is a shield in Gryffindor colors and has a large `P’ superimposed on it.

They place the trays on the table between Harry and Dumbledore. Bellatrix quickly pours out two cups of tea while Narcissa prepares two plates, placing them on the end table next to the chairs as her sister hands the cups to the men. “Is there anything else master?”

Harry can barely shake his head and his eyes bug out as they turn to leave, he gets more then a few looks at their naked bums. He looks to the old man sitting across from him, “How?!?”

“What do you mean Harry?”

Harry closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths to calm himself and to help get rid of his body’s reaction to the women. “I was thinking about seeing them in something like that, but I didn’t say anything.”

“Harry, the curse literally binds their will to yours. You wished to see them in something provocative, I’m guessing, so they took the image you had and, in their wish to please you, took it even further.”

“Wait a second professor, could they have been trying to bind me to them?”

Dumbledore shakes his head. “That’s quite impossible Harry. You see, the curse will only bind a woman to a man, even if a woman performs it, it will be her will that’s bound, not his; thus my comment about chauvinistic tendencies. It was originally created to ensure longevity when marrying a woman from an opposing faction as a way of making peace.”

“So what can I do about it?”

“Very little, I’m afraid. I believe Tom’s intent was to seduce you with the possibilities of power he could offer you. I knew Peter well when he was a student; he could not have found the curse on his own. I suspect that Tom made a sacrifice of Bellatrix and Narcissa in the hopes that you would come to him, looking for more sources of pleasure.”

“`Sources of pleasure’ professor?”

“Yes my dear boy, it’s called the Sex Slave Curse for a reason, the two women will now do anything you want, including any sexual act you wish. Their loyalty to you is literally fanatical; they will do literally anything for you, even at the cost of their own lives, in a most painful and humiliating manner.”

“So what do we do now professor?”

“Well, with you permission, I’d like to question the two women to get as much information as possible from them. Beyond that, it’s up to you. I would hope that you would return to Hogwarts to finish your schooling, but it’s no longer required. I would also ask that you return to the Dursleys household to finish cementing the protections.”

Harry closes his eyes and thinks for a second, “If I were to return to the Dursleys, would Bellatrix and Narcissa still be able to do magic?”

Dumbledore looks at Harry in surprise, “I’m surprised you’re willing to even discuss the possibilities.”

“I’ll be honest with you, professor…”

“Please Harry, when we’re alone, call me Albus. Last year I promised to start treating you like an adult and adults will generally address each other by name.”

“All right prof… Albus; but as I was saying, if the ladies are there, I’m quite sure that the Dursleys will be more then civil. Also, as much as I hate to admit it, I wouldn’t give a damn if Tommy-boy got Vernon or even Dudley, but Aunt Petunia is family, so I do want to help keep her safe.”

Albus smiles, “Harry, I don’t believe I’ve ever been prouder of anyone then I am of you right now. You’re willing to help protect a woman whom you have every right in the world to despise and wish a rather gruesome end on; and even though you’ve stated a willingness to throw the other two to the wolves you’re willing to tolerate them for the sake of your aunt.”

“Actually professor, I figure if I have Bellatrix and Narcissa living at Privet Drive as well, then the threat of two full-fledged witches should be enough to keep my loving relatives in line.”

“Ah, an open threat? Viable, not normally recommended, but considering that the vehicles of your threat will know in an instant if you are harmed, it’s certainly a viable option.”

“Professor, arg, Albus, would it be possible to have a rather pointed talk with Fudge about getting the restrictions on underage magic lifted?”

“Why would you need that Harry? As you said, with the Black sisters living with you, they shouldn’t be a problem.”

“For once it’s not my family that’s got me concerned, it’s that thrice-damned prophecy and Tommy. I want to be able to train this summer without those idiots who run our world coming down on me.”

Albus raises his eyebrows, “An interesting choice of words Harry, but you do get your point across. Yes I will speak to Cornelius immediately. Now, what shall we do with you in the interim?”

“How long have I been gone?”

“Only about five hours actually, why?”

“A rather simple plan, depending on who knows I was gone.”

“No one knew what had happened to you, just that you’d disappeared, why?”

“Well Albus, we can simply tell the Dursleys that I had a little accident and the Black sisters are around to help make sure that nothing happens to my family as a result. The Order could be told that I was kidnapped and by a twist of fate, I managed to escape by accidentally binding the ladies to me.”

“That could work; it covers all the basics, while still being vague enough to allow others imaginations to fill in the blanks, very Slytherin of you Harry.”

“I’m not sure whether or not to be insulted professor, so I’ll let that slide.”

Just as he’s thinking of calling for Bellatrix and Narcissa, they appear in the doorway.

“Ah, perfect, now Harry, I know I said I’d try to treat you as an adult, but…”

“But because I still can’t do Occulmency, you want me to leave while you talk to them?”

Albus cringes, but says, “I’m afraid you put a much finer point on it then I as looking for, but that’s essentially it.”

Harry stands up and walks to the door, “Tell him anything he wants to know.” With that, Harry walks down to the kitchen and pours himself some pumpkin juice and waits until Dumbledore comes back.

Less then an hour later, the door to the kitchen opens allowing the other three residents to enter the room.

“Ah Harry, they’ve been most informative, shall we return to Privet Drive?”

“Just one thing first, ladies would you please either put on some robes or change into something much more conservative, I don’t want my uncle to die of a heart attack.”

The two women in question raise their wands and summon their robes. After they don their robes, Albus picks up a kitchen towel and quietly whispers a spell; he has everyone grab hold of the towel, as the last person touches the towel, they all feel a tug behind the navel.

All four of them appear in an alley not far from #4. The small party makes their way to the Dursleys household. Quickly, they enter through the kitchen door. Harry enters first and immediately assaulted by his uncle.

“BOY WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN BACK HOURS AGO DAMN IT! I WANT THE LAWN MOWED BEFORE YOU GET ANY SUPPER.”

Vernon’s about to continue when there’s a pair of *pop*’s next to him, he turns to find himself looking down the end of a pair of wands being held by two gorgeous women, one blonde, the other raven haired.

Just as the sisters are opening their mouths, Harry says, “Don’t cast anything on them.”

Both of them have rage clearly etched on their faces as they slowly lower their wands and Bellatrix snarls, “You pathetic Muggle, you should thank Harry because if we’d had our way, you’d be a toad right now.”

Just as Vernon’s setting himself to start up again, Dumbledore walks through the door. “Ah, I see you’ve met Harry’s new protectors. Allow me to introduce you, the blonde is Narcissa Malfoy and the other lady is Bellatrix Lestrange.”

At this point, Narcissa speaks up, “Actually Albus, it’s Black now. Bellatrix and I talked earlier, as soon as it can be arranged, I’m going to divorce Lucius and she plans to be rid of that idiot who calls himself her husband.”

“I’ll arrange the paperwork immediately if you would like.”

“I would appreciate it.”

Albus then directs his attention back to the rather large man standing in front of Harry. “In case you haven’t ascertained as much already, I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Harry’s school.”

Vernon’s face goes pale, “BOY WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING THESE FREAKS? WE’VE BEEN TREATING YOU BETTER THEN YOU PROBABLY DESERVE. WE-“

During Vernon’s triad Albus’ face grew very grim, finally having heard enough, the headmaster cast a Silencing Charm on the fat man. “Tell me Harry, how long has your uncle been like this?”

“With the freak thing Albus?”

“Yes, let us start with that, although I suspect that there’s more that needs to be discussed.”

“They’ve been pushing the title of `freak’ on me for as long as I can remember.”

His eyes aflame with rage, Albus turns towards the Dursleys, “I was well aware that Harry was less then welcome in this house, but for you to treat him in this manner is entirely reprehensible. I’m glad that the two ladies will be staying here to keep an eye on things, but rest assured, I will be watching.” There’s a soft *pop* and the ancient wizard is gone.

Vernon once more opens his mouth, but finds himself still unable to speak.

Harry addresses himself to the sisters, “Ladies, do either of you know a good Enlargement Charm?”

Before either of them can respond, Harry feels a hand come to rest on his shoulder and the sisters have their wands out, “Expelliarmus” and “Stupefy” fly over his shoulder and there’s a larger crash behind him. He looks behind him to see his uncle lying in a heap against the wall, he hears a pop and suddenly Bellatrix is standing over him, “Avada-“

“STOP,” Harry voice seems to reverberate with power.

Bellatrix freezes mid-incantation.

“You will not kill my uncle, is that clear?”

Bellatrix seems to shrink in on herself as she meekly nods her head.

Harry takes a deep breath to calm himself, “Bellatrix, do you know the spells needed to enlarge a room?”

Her voice is barely above a whisper, “Yes master.”

Harry walks over to her and gently tilts her head up, “Bellatrix, would you please go up and enlarge my room enough that the three of us can live there.”

Bellatrix nods her head again before walking to the door of the kitchen. Harry then turns to Narcissa, “Now, why did you two attack him?”

Narcissa looks down at her feet, “I apologize master, but he had his hand raised and was preparing to strike you. We merely wished to protect you.”

Harry nods his head, “Very well, you’re forgiven, but do try and be less enthusiastic when subduing my relatives please.”

Narcissa looks up at Harry and her face lights up like a Christmas tree, “Thank you master. We’ll be more careful in the future.”

“Alright, would you mind waking my uncle up?”

Narcissa contemptuously casts the spell to awaken Vernon.

Vernon sits up with a gasp; he opens his mouth and then scowls at Harry.

“As you can see uncle, my protectors are more than capable of dealing with you. Now, if you promise to behave in a civil manner I’ll have Narcissa here restore your ability to speak.”

Glaring at Harry for a moment longer, Vernon nods.

“Narcissa, cancel the Silencing charm on him please. If he becomes aggressive though, you’re free to do anything you wish to him, barring lethal force and the Unforgivables.”

Narcissa says, “Listen up you damn muggle, I may not be able to use the Cruciatus on you, but there are many other ways to cause you pain.” With that she cancels out the spell striping the fat man of his voice.

Vernon clears his throat but Narcissa interrupts him before he can speak, “Consider your next words very carefully muggle; if you offend my master at this point, I might well turn you into a rabbit and make hasenpfeffer for dinner.”

Vernon’s face is white as a ghost as comprehension breaks through his bigoted head. “Boy, I hope you will continue to get your chores done.”

Harry’s smile is positively evil, “It shouldn’t be a problem Uncle Vernon, now that the ladies are here and can help me out by using magic.”

Vernon’s world suddenly starts to spin at his nephew’s words just seconds before he passes out.

Narcissa looks at Harry with pride written all over her face, “And you call me cruel, master?”

Harry grins in response, “Would you please take my uncle up to his room and get back down here quickly?”

“Of course master,” Narcissa says before casting Mobilicorpus on Vernon and directing him out of the kitchen.

Harry heaves a deep sigh and is just about to sit down when he hears is aunt shriek from the living room. His wand is in hand as he sprints to the aide of his aunt. When he arrives, Harry almost breaks out laughing as he sees what set Petunia off.

At the bottom of the staircase is Bellatrix, holding his aunt at wand-point, with Dudley staring at her stupidly. Unfortunately, Bellatrix seems to have left her robe in his room.

“Bellatrix, what’s going on here?”

The ex-Death Eater swallows nervously, “My apologies master. I’d completed the assignment you’d given me and was coming to see what you wished me to do next, when this female,” she indicates Petunia, “starts verbally assaulting me about my attire.”

“Speaking of which, I thought I told you to put on robes?”

Bellatrix looks down sheepishly, “Yes you did, but I thought it was just so that the fat bastard wouldn’t have a heart attack. Well, I say Cassia transporting him to his bed so I thought you’d enjoy it?”

Harry holsters his wand and then reaches under his glasses to massage his eyes for a second.

“Ok, Aunt Petunia, in case you didn’t know, this is Bellatrix. Bellatrix, this is my aunt. Now Bellatrix, whenever you leave my room, I want you to wear something more concealing, at least for the moment, understood?”

Bellatrix timidly nods her head.

Without warning, Harry thunders, “Is that understood?”

Her voice barely above a whisper, Bellatrix says, “Y-y-yes master.”

Harry nods his head, confused at his own actions, “Now Aunt Petunia, I would appreciate it if you would not attack my-” Harry has to consciously repress the urge to use the word `property’, “guardians. Next time I might not be around to curtail their reactions.”

Petunia Dursley is looking at her nephew in utter shock at his verbal explosion and thus she can only nod her agreement.

“Very well, now Bellatrix, please go get something more appropriate on would you. Also make sure Narcissa doesn’t make the same mistake as you did.”

The raven haired woman quickly disappears up the stairs, barely making a sound.

Now, what do I do with my relatives? Harry thinks. He suddenly has an image in his mind of Petunia, bent over raising her skirt to show a shaven- Stop it right fucking there! Harry blushes at his accidental wordplay.

“Aunt Petunia, would you please see to dinner. I need to speak with my guardians concerning their behavior while in this house.”

Petunia contemplates for a moment, before Harry continues, “Unless of course you want them roaming through the house in the maids’ uniform all the time, maybe even when you have company.”

The female Dursley blanches at the implications and says, “Supper shall be ready in an hour. If you aren’t there then you don’t eat.”

After momentarily considering threatening her, Harry shrugs his shoulders and walks upstairs. Walking to his room, Harry finds that the locks have been removed.

Harry opens the door and surveys the room; the interior space has been almost quadrupled and two efficiency cots have materialized. Harry suddenly casts eyes on spectacle in the middle of the room; Bellatrix is standing in the middle of the room, naked, on her toes with her arms shackled to the ceiling. Harry just stands in the doorway for a moment as all the blood rushes from his head to another part of his anatomy.

Narcissa looks at the door from her position, kneeling in front of Bellatrix.

“Ah, master, I was just finishing preparing my sister for you.”

Harry steps into the room and closes the door, “What the hell is going on here?”

Narcissa stands up as Harry comes closer.

“Prepare her for what?”

The pretty blonde’s face lights up as she says, “My dear sister disobeyed and angered you master, now she must be punished.”

“Punished how?”

“Well, that’s really up to you master, but we were thinking that since you can’t use magic to put her in her place, a simple hiding would do the job.”

Harry’s jaw falls open, “Say what?”

Narcissa walks over to Harry and holds out a leather strap about three feet long and a half an inch wide. “We were thinking that you would wish to use this on her. It’s a replica of the one our father would use to discipline us when we were children.” At Harry glance she says, “It’s illegal to use Dark Arts on children. Not even the patriarch of the most noble and ancient house of Black would risk bringing down the wrath of the Wizarding world for blatant abuse of a child.”

Out of no where, Harry’s overcome with rage; he quickly grabs the strap, takes a step forward and brings it down with all his might.

There’s a sharp crack as Bellatrix shrieks. Narcissa smirks for a moment as she leans against the wall, glad that she’d already cast the needed Silencing Charms. Her smirk quickly disappears as she contemplates her turn in the chains.

Still almost blind with rage, Harry brings the strap down on Bellatrix’s back again; leaving a bright red welt.

As Harry raises his arm again, he says, “Listen up you stupid cunt. You can wear that slutty outfit in here, but if you ever fucking wear it in public without my permission I’ll whip you black and blue.” With that Harry brings the strap down a third time, leaving three bright marks on the back of the former Death Eater.

Harry drops the strap as he steps in front of Bellatrix. He glances at Narcissa as he undoes his trousers and lowers both them and his pants to his knees.

With a casual wave of her wand, Narcissa releases Bellatrix, who instantly falls to her knees, panting.

Harry reaches out and grabs two handfuls of raven hair. He pulls Bellatrix’s face to his crotch and presses his engorged cock to her lips.

She opens her mouth and lets her master enter her warm mouth. When her master hits the back of her throat, Bellatrix relaxes her throat and allows her master to keep going, until her nose is pressed against his crotch.

When Harry’s all the way in Bellatrix’s mouth he simply holds her head still and relishes in the pleasure of being deep throated. He suddenly feels a strange sensation as Bellatrix starts to hum deep in her throat and when she brings a hand up to gently massage his sack Harry looses it.

Harry almost pulls Bellatrix’s hair out by the roots as he shoots his load down her throat.

After Harry releases her head, Bellatrix drops her head down and places a kiss on each of his feet, “Thank you for disciplining me master and for allowing me to bring you pleasure.”

The shock of those words combined with the physical exhaustion is too much for the young man with messy black hair, and he falls to the ground, passed out.

Harry awakens a few moments later to find himself being gently lowered to the ground by Narcissa, “What the hell just happened?”

Narcissa helps Harry stand up while the still kneeling Bellatrix redoes his trousers.

“You just disciplined my sister master, I’m at a quandary as to whether or not I look forward to my turn.”

Harry’s head spins again for a moment before he fully returns to his senses. His stomach churns as he recalls his actions against Bellatrix.

Sensing his distress, Bellatrix speaks up, “Master I meant it when I thanked you. I did disobey you and your punishment was very light when compared to my old masters.”

Harry leans into Narcissa before he says, “Do either of you know when Dumbledore is supposed to arrive?”

When both ladies indicate a negative response, Harry says, “Narcissa, would you please pop over to Hogwarts and talk to the headmaster, it’s critical I speak to him at once.” As he sees Bellatrix’s disappointed face he says, “What’s wrong Trixie?”

Bellatrix’s eyes flash for a moment before returning to the more docile expression, “I’m just sorry that you keep choosing my sister for the vital tasks.”

“Trixie, need I remind you that you are still a wanted fugitive?”

Sheepish doesn’t even come close to describing the look on Bellatrix’s face, “You are correct master, as it should be, I had completely forgotten about that. Thank you for reminding me.”

Harry smiles, “Well Trixie, do you know anything about cooking?”

“Just a bit master, we’d normally just have a house elf do it, but I could in a pinch.”

“Well, would you please get properly dressed and see about making food for us and my,” at this point Harry’s face bends into a contempt filled sneer, “relatives?”

Bellatrix jumps to her feet with a joyful look on her face, “I’ll get on it at once master.”

Both of the sisters quickly don their robes, after quickly altering them to display the chocker on their necks and leave the room.

Harry sits down on his bed, fully intent on thinking over the events of the past twelve hours.

However, he’s barely been seated on the bed when he senses a magical discharge in the kitchen, Harry’s wand is instantly in his hand and as he stands, he suddenly finds himself in the kitchen.

In the doorway is a female of average height with bubblegum hair holding a wand currently pointed at the former Death Eater standing by the stove with her wand in hand.

Both of the women’s mouths are open, ready to cast spells when Harry bellows, “EVERYONE FREEZE!”

They both instantly stop as they’re attention is drawn to the young man in the room, “Now, please put your wands away ladies.”

Tonks speaks up first, “But Harry, she’s a Death Eater.”

Harry sighs, “Tonks please take note of a few things. First, she’s not attacking me; second, I’m standing the same room as her and I’m not attacking her either. Now, what does this tell you?”

Tonks looks at Harry for a second, completely taken aback by his attitude. “Ok Harry, I’ll bite. What should it tell me?”

“It should tell you that she’s not a danger to me. I don’t know if either Albus or Mad-eye told you, but I can throw off the Imperious so you can trust me.”

Tonks is just about to speak when an elderly gentleman appears behind her and places a hand on her shoulder, “Please lower your wand Nymphadora.”

Tonks turns her head and glares at Dumbledore, but holsters her wand and Bellatrix puts her wand away at Harry’s nod.

Dumbledore says, “Miss Tonks, if you would like, you may stay and keep an eye on Miss Black.”

Tonks gives Dumbledore a strange look, “Thanks, I think I will.” With that Tonks strolls over to the kitchen table and takes a seat.

Dumbledore enters the kitchen followed by Narcissa, “Is there someplace we can talk Harry?”

“Perhaps my room sir?”

“Very well, please lead the way. Oh, and Miss Tonks, I trust that you’ll hold your tongue until I return.”

Tonks nods her head grumpily.

The two males quietly walk to Harry’s room, and Dumbledore doesn’t even arch an eyebrow at the chains hanging from the ceiling.

With two waves of his wand, Albus produces two comfy chairs that are facing each other and takes a seat. “Now, what is so critical, you felt the need to have Miss Black summon me immediately?”

Harry sits down and takes a moment to collect his thought, “Prof- Albus, what, exactly, are the side effects of the spell I used on the sisters?”

The twinkle in the old man’s eyes decreases slightly, “Well, as I believe I said, the sisters are now mentally linked to you. This of course gives them the inside track on your needs, wishes, and desires. I suspect however that you have more pressing concerns.”

Harry takes a deep breath as he stands back up. He starts to pace as he says, “Can the link be used the other way, such as my being able to gleam knowledge from them or be affected by what they’re thinking or feeling?”

Tentatively, Albus says, “I suppose so, why?”

“Because, since that spell was cast, I’ve lost control of my anger twice and I also believe I Apparated when Tonks and Bellatrix were getting ready to go at it in the kitchen.”

“Hmm… Perhaps it would be better if you started at the beginning.”

With a deep sigh, Harry sits down and tells Dumbledore the events of the day, when he’s finished he says, “I know I’m panicking easily Albus, but with everything that’s happened, I don’t even know what to think.”

“I don’t consider it panicking Harry. I’m just glad that you still trust me enough to come to me when you’re in need of information.”

Harry grins, “Who else could I turn to? You’re the most powerful wizard on our side so if I want the information, I really have no other choice.”

“Regardless, I still value your trust. I’m not quite sure how much of this can be attributed to the spell and how much is simply you being a young male of not inconsiderable power.”

“How so Albus?”

“Well, you see Harry, the Apparation could only have come from the ladies, unless Tom passed it on to you, but the pouring of magical energy into your voice is something that you could easily do on your own if you were properly provoked.”

“So, do you have any advice?”

“Yes, sit back and enjoy the ride my boy.”

Harry can’t conceal his surprise, “What do you mean sir?”

“Harry, my boy, those ladies only concern in life is your happiness. From what little I’ve been able to find so far, the two should worship you. If I’m not mistaken, they’re plotting some type of scheme to please you in some variety.”

“Ok, Albus, why don’t you go back and keep digging?”

Albus stands up, “Very well Harry. I’ve sent an owl to Cornelius about getting the restrictions on underage magic lifted. After the fiasco at the Ministry last month, I imagine he’ll do whatever it takes to get and hopefully stay in your good graces.” As Harry’s face darkens, Albus continues, “Please be very careful what you say to the press Harry, Fudge might well be an incompetent idiot who thinks about his own position first, but he’s not a Death Eater, no matter how he might act, nor is he an active threat. Always remember that replacing a leader in a time of war is never pleasant, easy, or without complications. If you pushed the issue, I have little doubt that you could have him removed from office, but I implore you to let me handle him. Also, if you would tell you guardians not to kill him, I’d appreciate it.”

Harry looks at Dumbledore for a moment, “I won’t say anything to the press about having him ousted; however, I also won’t endorse him. As to the ladies, why would the kill him?”

“Because he’s caused you pain and he’s upset you. Remember Harry, they are now more fanatical in their devotion to you then Dobby is.”

“Great, well, why don’t you send one of them up on your way out Albus, I’m getting a headache.”

Albus calmly walks down to the Dursley’s kitchen to find the sisters in a whispered conversation while Petunia is standing at the stove. “Excuse me Miss’ Black, but Harry wished to speak with one of you immediately.”

Two soft *pop*’s later, the sisters are gone. “Remember Petunia, the sisters will do what ever Harry says, if you cross him, anger him, or if he’s just feeling particularly vindictive, they will exact blood vengeance for him, unless he specifically tells them not to. I’d try and start making what amends you can soon,” with that he Apparates out.

Up in his room, Harry’s surprised to have two people Apparate in. He looks up just in time to see the sisters ditching their robes and kneeling in front of him.

“What do you wish our master,” says the kneeling blonde.

Harry massages his temples for a moment, “First, I forbid you to go after Fudge unless he’s physically attacking me, understood?” When the pair nods, he continues, “Second, do either one of you know anything that’ll help with a headache?”

The sisters look at each other, and then turn to face each other. They each hold up their right hand in a fist and place their left hand under it, palm up. They lift their fists up and bring them down twice, as they bring them down a third time, Narcissa suddenly flattens her hand while Bellatrix keeps a fist.

Narcissa smirks, “Paper wraps stone, I win.”

Her sister says, “Don’t gloat, just go have fun and help our master.”

Narcissa crawls over to Harry who has a dumbstruck expression on his face. As she starts to undo his fly, Harry asks, “What are you doing?”

Smirking up at her master, Narcissa reaches into Harry’s trousers and pulls out his flaccid prick. “Very simple master, never believe a woman who says she doesn’t want to have sex because of a headache. Intercourse actually helps get rid of the pain.” With that, she drops her head and takes Harry’s flaccid cock into her mouth. He starts to stiffen as Narcissa’s talented tongue goes to work, slowly and deliberately licking every square millimeter of the flesh in her mouth.

Harry moans as Narcissa pulls back on his engorged prick. Harry clenches his fists in the bed sheet as the blonde runs her tongue along the underside of his shaft.

As Bellatrix watches her sister give Harry a blow job, she suddenly smirks mischievously. She reaches behind her and quickly undoes the corset before slipping it off.

Harry’s eyes bug out as he watches Bellatrix remove her top, most of his attention is drawn back to his crotch as Narcissa gives his cock a rather hard suck, but he still has enough presence of mind to watch as Bellatrix walks towards her kneeling sister. He’s captivated as she reaches down and quickly removes her sisters’ skirt; he gasps as he realizes she’s not wearing any knickers.

Narcissa can’t help but wonder what her sister is up to as she feels Harry’s cock jump in her mouth. When she feels her skirt being removed she has a very good idea as to what’s about to happen; and she’s proven right.

Harry looses it when he sees Bellatrix kneel down behind Narcissa and give her bum a long lick.

Narcissa feels Harry’s cock swell as she feels a tongue run along the curve of her bum, before coming into contact with her soaked snatch. As he shoots in her mouth, Narcissa is careful not to swallow. After her master is spent, Narcissa let’s Harry slip from her mouth, careful to not spill a drop. She then turns around, grabs her sisters’ head and forces her into a deep kiss where she shares her prize with Bellatrix.

After a minute or so of kissing the sisters break apart to swallow their part of the prize. Narcissa looks towards Harry, “Are you feeling better master?”

Harry thinks for a moment before saying, “Yeah, the pain’s not gone, but it’s manageable. Thank you.”

Narcissa blushes, “It was my pleasure master. Now, shall we see about food?”

“Good idea; Trixie, would you please pop down to the kitchen, fill three plates, and bring them up here.”

Bellatrix is up in a flash and says, “Gladly master.” She’s about to Apparate when her sister reminds her about her master’s orders about attire.

With a sheepish look, Bellatrix quickly dons her robe and Apparates down to the kitchen while Narcissa quickly transfigures some discarded toys into a dinning room set just as a fuming Bellatrix pops back into the room.

“Master, are you quite sure I can’t hex those damnable Muggles?”

As he sits down, Harry says, “What did they do now?”

After the food is arranged and the sisters sit, after Bellatrix removes her robe and puts her corset back on, she says, “That fat walrus was awake when I went down there and he tried to grope my arse; and when I swatted his hand away, he tried to molest me, but I Apparated out before he could.”

Harry’s eyes are darkened with rage, how dare his uncle try and *touch* his property with out his permission. “Thank you Bellatrix, I will speak to my uncle soon.”

The rest of the meal passes in relative quiet, the ladies not speaking until spoken to and Harry trying to comprehend his reaction to Bellatrix’s news.

Finally, dinner is over and Narcissa gathers up the dishes and pops down to the kitchen, returning moments later to find her master glaring at her.

“What did I tell you about proper attire when leaving this room?” Harry’s voice is deadly low.

Narcissa blanches, “You are correct master, in my haste I forgot. What punishment do you wish to deliver or have delivered?”

Harry rubs his chin for a few moments while the internal debate rages. Finally, he reaches a compromise. “Strip bitch.” Harry’s appalled at his language as he watches Narcissa quickly disrobe.

When Narcissa is naked, she again kneels at Harry’s feet. “The first part is very simple, you’re forbidden from wearing any form of undergarments for the next two days. The second part is that tomorrow, you are to act as aunt Petunia’s personal aid. You’ll do what she says, except neither of the male Dursleys are to touch you. Understood?”

“Yes master; will there be anything else master?”

Harry suddenly has a maniacal glint in his eye, “Yes there is. For tonight, you are forbidden from standing on two legs. You are to remain on your hands and knees until I wake up tomorrow.”

“It will be as you wish master.”

“Good, now go lay down.”

Narcissa crawls over to the foot of Harry’s bed and curls up as she lies down.

Harry looks at his clock, almost midnight. “Well Trixie, I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”

Harry quickly collects his night clothes and quietly heads to the bathroom where he changes into the clothes he brought, along with taking care of other bodily needs, before he heads back to his room.

Harry barely manages to get into his bed before he collapses into sleep.

Harry wakes up the next morning strangely refreshed. As he stands up, Harry looks down at the foot of his bed and almost passes out. There lies Narcissa Malfoy, naked as the day she was born.

Damn, he thinks to himself, that wasn’t a dream after all!

Harry quietly sneaks to his dresser and fetches a change of clothes before heading to the shower.

On the way to the bathroom, Harry notes that all the Dursley’s are still asleep.

Harry’s about half-way through his shower when he hears the door open. He turns to see what looks like a dark haired female enter the room. As he open his mouth, Bellatrix says, “Don’t worry master, it’s just me.”

Bellatrix steps into the shower with Harry and takes the soap from his hand. She’s very thorough in her washing of him, but she’s careful to avoid certain areas of his anatomy. Finally, she soaps up her hand and takes Harry’s erect cock and begins to jack him off.

Harry’s surprise weakens his control to the point where he loses control in less then a minute, with enough force to leave his head spinning.

After he regains his scattered wits, Harry and Bellatrix step out of the shower and she dries him off before doing the same to herself.

The pair smells coffee brewing as they step out of the bathroom, fully dressed. They slowly head down to the kitchen to find Narcissa already at the stove making a good sized breakfast with Dudley and Petunia sitting at the table with food in front of them.

Bella goes over and pours out two cups of coffee while Harry sits down with his relatives.

Dudley is staring lecherously at Bellatrix until Harry gives him a very light kick in the shin. The boy opens his mouth to speak as he looks at Harry and then promptly closes it when he sees Harry’s glare. Shortly thereafter, Dudley quits the table, after eating much less then is normal.

The sisters join Harry and Petunia right after Dudley leaves. Petunia stands up as Harry’s getting ready to dig in. “Just a moment aunt Petunia.”

Petunia looks at her nephew for a moment before she sits back down. “Yes boy, what is it?”

Harry sighs, “Aunt Petunia, I need your assistance today.” Before she can respond, Harry continues, “There’s more to my situation with the Black’s then them simply being my guardians. For lack of a better term, they’re my property; because of a spell I did, they’re bound to me and will do whatever I tell them. Do you understand so far?”

“Yes, except how my help would be needed.”

Harry reaches up and massages the bridge of his nose, “I need your help with a small matter of discipline. You see, last night Narcissa broke one of my only rules and as punishment, I’m more or less giving her to you for the day.”

Petunia arches an eyebrow, “What would you have me do?”

The two make eye contact, “You can do whatever you wish to with her, so long as neither Dudley nor Vernon try and touch them.”

“Anything I want?”

Harry nods his head and almost breaks out laughing at his aunt’s expectant face.

Petunia stands up, “Please follow me.” She then leads the blonde upstairs and shortly, Harry hears a door close.

Bellatrix laughs, “I doubt that we’ll be seeing those two for a while master.” Harry looks at Bellatrix and she continues, “Master, I can easily recognize the look of a woman who’s gone for far too long without any form of release except for her hand.”

Harry blushes at the thought of his aunt in need of… relief.

Bellatrix looks at Harry with raw hunger in her eyes, “Master, she’s not the only woman in the house in need of relief.”

Harry swallows loudly and despite the hand job he got in the shower, he can feel his cock starting to harden.

“Would you please help me master?”

Harry can barely nod his head yes, so Bellatrix takes him by the hand and leads them up to his room.

After the door is closed, Harry can but stare as Bellatrix quickly divests herself of her clothing. As she bends over the end of Harry’s bed, she looks at the mesmerized teen. “What’s wrong master?”

At her words, Harry starts to intently study his shoes.

After a moment, Bella stands up and walks over to Harry. She reaches a hand out gently tips his head up, “Master, is there a problem?”

“It’s just that I haven’t… you know, before, except before the spell was cast.”

Bellatrix looks at Harry in astonishment, “You mean that the time with Cissa and me was your first time?”

Harry nods his head glumly. “Alright master, if you wish, I’ll instruct you as much as I can.”

“Thank you, I’d appreciate it.”

Bellatrix pulls Harry further into the room and closes the door before quickly stripping Harry down to the buff. She then resumes her place at the end of the bed. She looks over at her master and says, “You’ll need to be over here,” in a slightly teasing voice.

Harry hesitantly walks over to behind Bella and waits for her to continue.

Bella says, “Now grab my hips.” As Harry does, she reaches back, grabs Harry’s shaft, and positions it at her pussy. “Good, now push your hips forward.”

After the head of Harry’s cock penetrates her, Bella releases him and braces herself as the long forgotten sensations overtake her. After Harry’s hips are resting against her rump Bellatrix says, “So good. Now pull back until just the head of your cock is still in me.” Bellatrix is close to losing it as she feels Harry slowly slide out of her. When just the end of Harry dick is in he stops, “Now master, you just repeat the process.”

Harry does as Bellatrix tells him, slowly sliding in until his hips are against her arse and sliding out until just the tip of his penis is in her.

After a minute of this excruciatingly slow pace Bellatrix pleads, “Faster master, please go faster.”

Harry gradually picks up his pace at Bellatrix’s continual urgings.

As Harry continues to fuck her, Bellatrix reaches down and gently starts to rub her clit. “Good master, now reach down and grab my breasts.”

Harry does as she says, and takes the warm mounds of flesh into his hands and instinctively starts to massage them.

Having her master massage her breasts is the straw that broke the camel’s back for Bellatrix. She shrieks wordlessly as she climaxes.

The muscle contractions around his cock are too much for Harry and with a grunt he deposits his seed in Bellatrix’s waiting cunt.

Bellatrix collapses on the bed as Harry steps back, allowing his spent member to slip from Bellatrix. He quickly moves around to the side of the bed and kneels down, “Are you alright Bella?”

Wearily, Bellatrix says, “I’m great master. That’s the best orgasm of my life.”

Harry nods as he feels a tingling on the back of his neck as he gets dressed and tells Bellatrix to do the same.

The Bellatrix leads the way downstairs. As she sees a bit of motion in the kitchen, she sends off a stunner.

A moment later, they hear Dumbledore say, “It’s only me.”

Suddenly suspicious, Harry says, “Step out slowly with your wand away.”

Albus steps out of the kitchen and Bellatrix hits him with a Finite Incantatem charm. After that Bellatrix quickly apologizes and turns to Harry to ask about her punishment, Harry raises his finger to silence her, “There won’t be any punishment; you reacted exactly the way I would have.”

Bellatrix gives Harry a brief smile before schooling her features into the classic look of bored aristocracy that stays put until Harry swats her on the arse.

The two men chuckle as Bellatrix heads for the kitchen. “Would you like some tea Albus?”

“Why yes I would, Harry.”

Harry nods towards the kitchen and they step in to find Bellatrix already getting the water on to boil. They sit down as she sets out a nice tea set for two and a plate of biscuits.

“So, what can I do for you Albus?”

“Well, Harry there are several matters I wish to discuss. First though,” he draws his wand and casts several privacy spells on the kitchen. “There, now we are free to talk. First I have yet to hear from Cornelius about getting the restrictions lifted unfortunately, so avoid using magic if at all possible. Next, are the any questions you’ve been able to come up since yesterday?”

“Just one really, is there any chance at all of the spell wearing off?”

“No, you see Harry, unlike its descendant, the Sex Slave Curse doesn’t merely force a person to act against their will. Instead it completely rearranges their outlook on life. I haven’t had that much time yet to look into the particulars of the spell, but given the goal of the spell and the raw power needed to cast it, I doubt you’ll have to worry about the spell wearing off any time soon. Do you have any other questions along this venue?”

“No sir. But that does remind me of something. Bella come over here for a moment.”

Less then a second later, Bellatrix is kneeling at Harry’s feet. “Yes master?”

“Bellatrix, I confiscated your wand yesterday, how is it that you have it back?”

Bellatrix swallows loudly, “I’m so sorry master, but I stole it back in order to protect you.”

Harry can feel the rage welling up inside of him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing. “I understand your reasons Bellatrix, but I’m afraid I am going have to punish you most severely. However it can wait for now, please continue Albus”

“I don’t believe there’s anything else. I’m afraid I must be going.”

Harry nods his head, “Before you go Albus, would it be possible for you to cast the needed privacy charms on my room so we have someplace we can speak privately?”

Albus thinks for a moment before he says, “It would be possible Harry, but I’d prefer to wait until Cornelius responds to my owl and then teach you the charms and have you cast them yourself.”

Harry nods his head, “Thank you, I do believe that is acceptable.”

“Thank you,” with that, Albus Disapparates.

Harry shakes his head and almost trips over Bellatrix as he stands up. “Oh yes, you. I think I have a suitable punishment for you. You are cut off for the next forty-eight hours. No sleeping with me and no form of relief from anyone else, including yourself.”

At her horrorstruck look, Harry can tell he’s chosen a truly horrid punishment and for a moment he feels unduly proud. He then looks over to the kitchen clock, almost noon, “Ok Bella, let’s try out your cooking skills shall we?”

She meekly nods her head as she stands and moves to the stove.

Harry watches Bella work, almost mesmerized by the swaying of her hips. Harry’s considering having her take off her robes when he hears the front door open. He’s instantly on his feet and both he and Bella have their wands in hand as they turn towards the entryway. Just as the reach the doorway, they hear Dudley callout.

Harry peeks out and sees his cousin standing by the door, flushed, sweating, and out of breath.

Dudley nods at Harry as he leans against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

“What have you been doing Dudley?”

Dudley glares for a second before he says, “Running. What’s it to you?” He closes his eyes for a second before he says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“One moment please Dudley.” He whispers to Bellatrix, “Hit him with Finite.”

Dudley’s shocked as he’s hit by a spell. “What was that for?”

“I’m sorry Dudley, but I wanted to make sure no one had put a spell on you so they could control you.”

Dudley looks confused for a moment before saying, “Ok, just don’t let dad see you doing that.”

Harry raises an eyebrow, “Would you like to join us for lunch?”

Dudley looks at his cousin for a moment, “Yes please.”

The three sit down to a quite dinner, with Harry keeping a quite eye on Dudley. Throughout the meal, Dudley repeatedly forces himself not to over indulge. Finally, as Bella’s clearing out the dishes, Harry asks, “Alright Dud, what’s up?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been watching you, you’ve eaten at most a third of what you normally do. Now you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but maybe I can help.”

Dudley blushes profusely and stares down at the table.

Harry’s suddenly struck by inspiration, “It’s a girl isn’t it?”

Dudley shyly nods his head.

With a big grin, Harry says, “I’m glad to hear it.”

Dudley looks up quickly, “You mean that, cousin?”

“Of course I do. If she’s what’s pushing you to improve yourself, then I’m very glad.”

Dudley’s eyes quickly shift to Bellatrix’s ass for a moment before returning to Harry.

“I’m hoping that the girl you’ve fallen isn’t Bella.”

“What? Oh no, it’s a girl I met at school, just moved here, names Shaz. But, I was an ass to her and well, I had a nice shiner for two days; but she opened my eyes to how much of a piece of shit I was. I’m trying to change, to treat people better, to try and make myself worthy of her.”

As Harry looks at his cousin, he has an idea. “Dudley, would a bit of incentive help?”

“Probably, why?”

“Because Dud, Bella here is from an old Wizarding family. If you want lessons in manners, proper etiquette, that kind of thing, it could be arranged. I’ll make you a deal Dud; if you can lose ten pounds before I leave this year, I’ll give you Bella for an hour.”

“WHAT?”

“Quite down Dud; the sisters will do whatever I tell them to. Now you won’t be allowed to shag her, but anything else. Also, if she chooses to teach you in her spare time, then, that’s up to her. I’ll be up in my room; I need to do some studying.”

Harry walks up to his room, leaving Bella talking with Dudley. When he walks in, Hedwig starts hooting at him. “Oh yeah, I should probably write Ron and Hermione.”

Harry sits down at his desk and quickly scratches out,

Hi guys,

Sorry this can’t be too long, but I’ve had an interesting couple of days.

I can’t go into details right now, but I’ll fill you in when I get to Grimmauld Place.

Harry

Not entirely satisfied with the letter, Harry hesitantly attaches it to Hedwig’s leg and sends her off. He then gets into his trunk and digs out his DADA book from last year. As Harry starts to get into what he *should* have learned last year, the door to his room opens. He turns towards the door just in time to be tackled. Raven hair obscures his vision and soft flesh is pressed against his chest as his lips are covered and he’s engaged in a very intense kiss. After he manages to break the kiss, he says, “I missed you too, Bella.”

Bellatrix’s hands sneak under Harry and get a firm grip on his bum. “Master, that fat pig wants me to help teach him etiquette and manners. I want to tell him no, just because of his behavior towards you; but he was so emphatic. I think he truly wants to change.”

Harry asks, “So, what do you plan to do,” as he roughly grabs a hold of Bella’s arse.

Bella reluctantly rolls off Harry and stands up, helping her master to his feet as well, “I plan on teaching him what he wants to know. I was hoping that you’d also be willing to attend.” At Harry’s arched eyebrow, “Master, good manners are always useful, especially dealing with those morons at the ministry.”

Harry nods his head, “I’ll think about it.”

“Please do master. So, what would you like me to do?”

The mental images seriously test Harry’s resolve, but he says, “I was just about to do some studying.”

Disappointment shows rather clearly on Bellatrix’s face as she says, “Very well master. Would you like some assistance?”

“I’d appreciate it Bella.”

They spend the next several hours working on the Dark Arts. As expected, Bella repeatedly offers keen insight on the best way to deal with each section of the Dark Arts.

At about six, there’s a timid knock on the door before Narcissa sticks her head in the door. “Master, your aunt wished for me to tell you that supper will be done shortly.”

“Thank you Cissa, we’ll be down shortly,” Harry replies.

Harry quickly puts his books away as Bella dons her robes. He looks at the raven haired woman, “We’re going to have to get you some muggle clothing, if just for when you’re interacting with my family.”

“What would you recommend master?”

“Well, I’d like to see you in a pink t-shirt and blue jeans.”

No sooner are the words are out of Harry’s mouth then Bella’s wand is in motion. She quickly transfigures her robes into a bright pink shirt that’s reminiscent of Tonks’s hair and about three sizes too small, at least in the chest and a pair of denim hip huggers that she fills out in ways that should almost be illegal. Harry’s eyes almost bug out when Bella bends over to pick up something when she’s got he back turned to him.

When she turns around, Bella says, “Are you alright Master?”

Harry roughly shakes himself out of the daze, “Yes, but I’m starting to get think about punishing you for tempting me to break your punishment from earlier.”

Bella’s face instantly goes from seductive to outright contrite. “My apologies master. Should we go down now?”

Harry stands up and leads the way down to the kitchen where he’s greeted by one of the biggest surprises of his life. His aunt is standing at the stove cooking. Nothing unusual in that, but the fact that she’s whistling merrily unnerves Harry. When he sits down, she turns around and greets him very cheerfully, “Hello Harry, how was your day?”

Harry gives his aunt a very queer look, “Alright, and yours?”

“It was very enjoyable Harry thank you for asking.” With that, Petunia goes back to preparing the food.

Narcissa gets her wand out to help, but is instantly stopped by a glare from Harry, “Is there a problem master?”

“Yes, Narcissa, there is. We’re in the middle of a muggle neighborhood. It’s one thing to use magic upstairs where there’s little chance of it being noticed, but down here, anyone could look in and see you. Then we’ve got a mess on our hands.”

Narcissa’s face is a study as she contemplates Harry’s words. She reluctantly puts her wand away and sets the table by hand.

Not long after Dudley strolls into the kitchen. Where he actually holds Narcissa’s chair for her as she sits down and helps his mum layout dinner. He helps Petunia sit before sitting down himself.

Dinner that night is odd; polite, but odd. Dudley actually attempts to hold a civil conversation with Bella and Petunia is actually very nice to Harry.

After the dishes are cleared away, Petunia tells Harry she’ll take care of things and to go enjoy an evening with his friends.

Once all three are safely in Harry’s room, the sisters instantly strip down to the maids’ uniforms. “Cissa, did you use the Imperius on my aunt?”

“No I didn’t master; is there a problem?”

“It’s just that she’s been acting too nice since you’re session with her earlier.”

Narcissa chuckles quietly, “Master there was no spell directly involved with your aunt’s improved mood. As I said, she’s simply been without any from of release, except her own hand, for quite some time. She gave me the whole story after I’d help to… relax her. According to your aunt, she hasn’t gotten laid in over ten years.” At Harry’s shocked expression she continues, “It would seem that she only married Vernon because of your cousin and the only reason they shared a bed was because of a lot of whiskey on both of their parts. You see Harry, you’re uncle is seeking for the other team.”

“You mean uncle Vernon’s a…” Harry cringes and his butt automatically tenses up at the thought.

“Yes, he’s a poof.”

“Merlin I did not need to know that. I’m going to go shower, alone, then I’m hitting the sack. Oh, and Bellatrix, remember your punishment.”

Bellatrix is glaring at the floor as Harry leaves for the shower. Half an hour later, Harry’s making his way to his room with his hair still damp. When he enters his room, he finds a most interesting scene. Narcissa’s sitting on his bed, naked and playing with herself; while Bellatrix is bound to her bed.

He quietly shuts the door, “What’s going on here?”

Narcissa grins merrily, “I’m just enjoying torturing my sister, master.”

Harry gently massages his temples, “Narcissa, I will deal with you in the morning. For now, untie your sister and get some sleep.”

The blonde’s face is mournful as she climbs off the bed and walks over to her sister.

Harry climbs onto his bed and is asleep within seconds, unaware of the sisters’ plan.

Harry wakes up unusually warm the next morning. He can feel something warm and very hard pressed against his chest while something equally warm, but soft is pressed against his back. He slowly opens his eyes to find a shock of blonde hair obscuring his view. Harry inhales sharply as he moves his arm, which somehow got draped over the blondes’ hips. His hand accidentally brushes against her crotch as his hand moves up, and comes away soaking wet. At the moist feeling, Harry’s cock springs to attention, nestled up against the woman’s arse.

He hears Narcissa purr, “Good morning master.” She turns around so her tits are pressed against Harry’s chest. Reaching down, she gently grabs Harry’s short arm, “Hmm, feels like you’re up for a little morning exercise.”

As Harry arches an eyebrow, whatever’s behind him moves and he falls to his back.

Bellatrix actually purrs for a moment before saying, “Mind if I start the morning activities sister? I’ll only be able to warm him up.”

With a throaty chuckle, “Go ahead Bella.”

Grinning, Bella slides down Harry’s body, randomly interspacing kisses on the skin until she’s face to head with her master’s pulsing staff. Giddily she opens her mouth and takes Harry crown into her mouth. She runs her tongue all along the skin as she takes more of the hard meat into her eager orifice. As she adds a gentle suction to her ministrations, Harry moans and she feels the cock in her swell slightly. Bella quickly pulls back until just the crown is still in her mouth and is shortly rewarded by a large dollop of warm goo being deposited in her mouth.

After Harry’s spent, and barely softened at all, Bella moves over to her sister. Narcissa says, “No Bella, enjoy. After all, I get the main course.”

With a euphoric look on her face, Bella slowly swallows her masters’ gift.

Harry’s back to full mast as he watches Bella’s throat constricting and releasing rhythmically.

Eyeing her master’s beautiful cock, Narcissa says, “Well master, I can see you’re up for another round, so how shall it be?”

Harry reluctantly tears his eyes from Bella to look at Narcissa, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she says, holding up her hand as she ticks off her points, “there’s fellatio which my sister just performed, there’s standard copulation, and then there’s sodomization. Do you have a preference?”

“Preference? Hell, I don’t even understand what you said.”

Narcissa looks at Harry for a moment while her sister tittles quietly, “May I use the vulgar references master?”

“I’d prefer it.”

“My apologies master, but Lucius wouldn’t have stood for any form of vulgarity to be used in his house, especially in his presence, so I’m used to using the more formal phrasing. The normal options are a blow job as my sister just performed, conventional intercourse, and buggery. Any other questions master?”

Harry looks at her in shock for a moment, before he says, “Normal will do,” in a strangely flat voice.

Narcissa reaches up and snaps her fingers right in front of Harry’s face, no reaction. Narcissa sadly shakes her head before looking at Bella, who quietly nods her head. Nodding her assent, Narcissa pulls her arm back and slaps Harry, visibly cringing at the blow.

Harry shakes his head violently for a moment, before exclaiming, “What the hell was that for?”

Narcissa looks down morosely. “I’m very sorry master, but you’d gone into shock.”

Harry looks over to Bella who nods her head, “Well then, I don’t see how any punishment will be needed.”

With a deep sigh, Narcissa says, “Well then, what form and position would you prefer?”

Harry quickly shakes his head again, “Let’s say conventional and you choose the position.”

Narcissa nods her head and crawls onto Harry, straddling his hips. She reaches down and grabs Harry’s shaft. She guides him to her dripping center and eagerly slides down his shaft.

A few minutes later, Harry grunts out his release and Narcissa climbs off of him with a smug look on her face

As the sisters go over to their rather small closet Harry rolls off the bed. He feels the pressure behind his eyes signaling a killer headache as he heads over to his closet.

The three are spread around the room, unprepared for the attack only moments away.

***

Albus is sitting behind his desk contemplating the papers lying on his desk. At the top of the papers is the title “Transfer of Ownership Rights – Personnel.” The papers would give Harry full ownership of both Narcissa and Bellatrix, but would also make him responsible for their actions.

As he sits there, a large, officious looking owl swoops in through a window and lands right in front of him. The owl holds out its leg and allows Albus to remove the letter before launching back into flight and out of the office.

With a small smile on his face, Albus unrolls the letter. As expected, it’s Fudge’s response. He quickly scans the letter before he stands up with a full smile on his face. Albus Disapparates with a quiet *pop* to deliver the good news to Harry. Unfortunately, he pops directly into Harry’s bedroom before notifying the concerned parties.

The moment he appears at Number 4, Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful Light wizard in the world gets a hard lesson in dueling reality. Dodging one unexpected Stunner is difficult, but possible. Dodging two unexpected Stunners is extremely difficult, but it can be done is one has fast reflexes. However, dodging three Stunners from three points on the compass is quite impossible.

Harry reaches up and massages his eyes after he sees the old wizard lying on the floor with a piece of parchment next to him.

“Would one of you two please wake him up?”

Narcissa quickly casts the requested spell before walking over to him eloquently, and helping him to his feet.

Harry says, “Sorry about that Albus, but I’m sure you understand. Now, we just have to wait for the damn Ministry.”

With a smile, Albus hands Harry the parchment before he conjures two comfy chairs.

As Harry looks up to peruse Albus’ handiwork he notices the girls are still naked. He instantly barks, “GET DRESSED RIGHT NOW YOU TWO!”

They jump and quickly move to obey his command.

Harry sits down and notices the strained look on Albus’ face, “Are you alright Albus? I apologize for the girls’ lack of promptness in dressing, something that will have to be addressed soon. Also, I hope you will pardon me for a moment to get dressed myself.”

Harry quickly stands up and throws on a robe before addressing himself to his ageing headmaster. “Now, how may I help you?”

“First off, let me say thank you for reminding me of the rules of courtesy.”

Harry notices the twinkle in Dumbledore’s eye reach record levels just moments before his head explodes in pain. A moment later the explosion has stopped, but the left over pain is still present. Looking up, Harry can see Dumbledore is sitting up *very* straight in his chair. Bella has a wand at the back of his neck, while Cissa’s wand is pressed against his chest. Harry asks, “What just happened?”

Narcissa speaks up, “My apologies master, but this being, just attempted Legilimency on you.”

Appearing completely unflustered, Albus says, “Harry, would you please have these lovely ladies sheath their wands?”

Harry glares at Dumbledore, “Very well professor, but on the condition that you swear a Wizards Oath not to attempt to invade my mind again.”

Albus winces not missing the subtle rebuke from his young charge; closing his eyes, Albus concentrates for a moment before saying, “I do hereby swear not to use any form of Legilimency on Harry James Potter without his expressed consent.”

After the final word is spoken, there’s a brief flash of light and then a beam of white light launches itself from Albus’ chest and connects with Harry’s. The beam lasts for only a moment before fading away into nothing.

“It is done Harry.”

Surprise evident in his expression, Harry nods to the sisters who hesitantly put their wands away.

“Now Harry, is there anything else you need?”

“Not that I can think of off hand.”

Narcissa speaks up, her voice barely above a whisper, “Actually, sire, there are a few things I would like to request, if I may.”

Harry nods his head to her, “Go ahead Cissa.”

“Sir, I’d like to arrange a shopping trip to Diagon Alley as well as a small trip back to Malfoy manor for a few mementos.”

Albus looks at Harry, “I’ll make the arrangements with your permission, Harry.”

“Why are you asking me Albus?”

“Because Harry, for all intents and purposes, they are your property. Speaking of which,” he says as he reaches into his robes and pulls out two sets of paper. “This is the paperwork needed Harry, for the ladies to transfer full ownership rights of themselves, to you. All that’s required is your signature on each of them and theirs on the appropriate copy.”

Harry’s eyebrows shoot up, “What would this mean, exactly?”

“It would make official what’s already in place; that they are now your personal property to do with what you wish. They’ll have no rights as people, but will be in the same class as House Elves as far as their civil rights are concerned.”

Harry looks at the two women; their faces are positively alight with joy, “What do you two have to say about this?”

Bella speaks up, her joy present in every syllable, “Oh please sign master.”

“You mean that you actually *want* me to sign you into slavery?”

“It’ll just be making the facts legal master.”

Albus speaks up, “Also worthy of note, is the fact that after the paperwork is filed Harry, Bellatrix will be a free woman. If those at the ministry wish to truly annoy you, they might charge you a fine, but that will be it.”

“I’ll sign, but the ladies have to sign first.”

Almost before he can blink, the sisters have the proper papers in hand and have their names properly written out. Harry doesn’t have a clue where the quills came from as he takes Cissa’s quill and paperwork. Quickly affixing his signature to each set of papers, “Albus, what happens now?”

Albus puts the papers back into his robe, “Now Harry, I take and file these papers immediately. The ministry should get in touch with you within a few hours, a day at the most. I’ll also see about arranging an escort for yourself and Ms. Black.”

“Oh and one more thing Albus, would it be possible for me to visit #12 in the near future?”

“Of course Harry. If you don’t mind, that can be included in the trip to Diagon Alley.”

“That’ll work Albus. Perhaps you could have Tonks be the escort as she’s already passingly aware of the situation.”

“You make a good point Harry. I’ll see about arranging the escort for tomorrow if that’s alright with you.”

“Tomorrow will be fine; say nine am?”

“I’ll make the arrangements. If Ms. Tonks can’t make it, would you prefer to move it to another day or to have a different escort?”

“If Tonks can’t make it, then have Remus come by.”

“Very well Harry. Now, I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’d like to get these papers filed as quickly as possible.”

“Good luck Albus, I hope to hear from you soon.”

“I’ll file these papers and then make the appropriate fire-calls and owl you immediately.”

Harry nods his head and Albus stands up before he Disapparates.

Harry rubs his temples, trying to alleviate the pain. “Cissa dear, dare I ask what you want from the Malfoy home?”

“Just a few books master. Nothing of malevolent intent.”

Harry can sense that she’s not being straight with him, but he decides to let it drop.

With a wave of his wand, Harry summons one of Dudley’s old toys and transfigures it into a table. Harry thinks for a moment before summoning his transfiguration books.

The three spend the morning going over the science of transfiguration; Bella and Cissa both provide amazing insight in the use of transfiguration in dueling.

At about noon, Harry stands up and arches his back as he stretches, which results in several small pops.

A few moments later, a large, official looking owl swoops into the room through the window, which Harry could have sworn he closed. The owl lands in front of Harry. Bella leans forward to block Harry as he goes to take the letter tied to the owl’s leg.

Cissa quickly takes the letter and the owl launches into flight. She lays the letter on the table and casts a quick spell on it. The paper emits a brief white light before returning to its normal color. “Sorry master, we just wished to ensure that there were no hexes, portkey spells, or other nefarious thing attached to the letter.”

Harry takes the letter and opens it.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Papers have recently been filed in your name by Albus Dumbledore for the transfer of ownership of one Narcissa Malfoy-Black and one Bellatrix Lestrange-Black. We would request that you present yourself in person to authenticate the paperwork.

Also note, due to Mrs. Lestrange-Black’s current status as a fugitive from justice, there would normally be a fine of 50,000 galleons. However, on orders from the Minister of Magic, the fee has been waived.

Once you have authenticated the paperwork, the women in question will be required to present themselves to likewise authenticate the paperwork. Once the authentication is completed, you will be notified of your rights and responsibilities regarding the two women.

Sincerely,

Officiosus Esel

“Hmm… I guess that’ll have to be added to the things to do tomorrow as well.”

Harry hands the letter to Cissa as he leaves the room; before he can finish closing the door, he hears two squeals of delight.

Down in the kitchen, he finds Tonks sitting at the table seemingly bored senseless.

“Wotcher Harry.”

“Hiya Tonks. What brings you here today?”

“Dumbledore told me to stop by today to work out the details for tomorrow.”

“Alright, I just got a letter from the Ministry; I need to put in a personal appearance there as quickly as possible.”

Tonks stares off into the distance for a moment, “That shouldn’t be a problem. What other stops are on the list?”

As she asks the question, Harry starts to feel a small pain in his temples. He closes his eyes, “Stay the hell out of my head Nymphadora!”

The pain instantly recedes and Harry opens his eyes, Tonks looks truly amazed, “When did you develop Occulmency?”

With a sudden rage, Harry feels the magic inside of him flare up. His vision blurs for a moment and when it clears, he’s not looking at his friend Tonks, all he sees is a very attractive woman.

Harry gathers the magical energies needed for the spell. Servus secus is on his lips and the magic is in his hand, ready to be released when a little voice inside of his head, the same one that helped him fight off the Imperius, screams in his head, “STOP!”

The shock causes Harry to freeze for a moment; a moment in which his mind reasserts itself. He lets the magic dissipate; as he realizes what he was about to do, he bolts from the room, his face sickly pale.

Tonks stands there blinking for a moment before following at a much more sedate pace. When she reaches the staircase, she finds Narcissa Malfoy waiting for her, wand in hand.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO OUR MASTER,” roars the blonde.

Tonks is stunned for a moment, “I tried to find out why Harry needed to visit the Ministry. I didn’t know he was an Occlumens. His magic suddenly flared up, like he was going to perform a massive spell when he suddenly stopped and ran.”

Cissa is seething as she says, “Do you have any idea what spell he was preparing?”

“No, and how would you know?”

“Because he is my master and both Bella and I are bound to him. The spell he was about to use was the same spell that bound us to him.”

“What’s the problem, he didn’t cast the spell?”

Cissa starts walking up the stairs, “I need to go help my sister comfort our master; you may join us if you wish. If not, then please leave until tomorrow.”

Intrigued, Tonks follows her aunt up the staircase.

“My master has a very honorable outlook on life. The only reason he hasn’t been beating himself up over when He cast the spell on us is that it was self-preservation and he didn’t know what the spell would do.”

They’ve almost reached Harry’s room by this point and Tonks says, “I still don’t understand what his problem is.”

“The problem is that in his mind, using that spell now, when he knows what it does and his life wasn’t in imminent danger is equivalent to rape.”

Tonks pales as Cissa enters the room. Looking in, Tonks can see both of her aunts sitting on a rather large bed cuddling a boy with messy black hair. Hesitantly, Tonks walks over to the bed. When she gets in front of Harry, she kneels down and stretches out her hand to take his shoulder, which Bella’s head just vacated. “It’s alright Harry.” The young man looks up at her, and her heart breaks at the raw pain evident in his eyes. “Harry, I know what you were going to do downstairs.” Her soul weeps as the pain increases, “But you should know Harry, that you did nothing wrong.” He opens his mouth to speak, but Tonks cuts him off, “Aunt Cissa told me what you were going to do, but since you didn’t cast the spell, you didn’t cross the line in to the Dark.”

Bella adds, “She’s right master. In the heat of the moment, you might have been ready to use an Unforgivable, but since you didn’t actually cast the spell, then you did nothing wrong.”

Harry turns his head and looks at Cissa questioningly and she gently nods her head.

With a small smile, Harry turns back towards Tonks, “Thanks, I don’t know what came over me downstairs.”

Tonks shifts so that her knees are on the ground and sits back on her ankles, “Can you describe what happened?”

“It was almost like when Tom tried to posses me at the Ministry. All I knew was blind rage against you.”

Tonks face shifts to a look of intense concentration for a minute before she says, “Have you cast any extremely powerful spells as of late Harry?”

Blushing, Harry says, “I cast Servus secus wandlessly a few days ago.”

Tonks eyes go wide, “But that’s thee most magically draining spell in existence. That would also help to explain things a bit. Harry, regaining magic after copious use is very draining on one’s self-control. It’s been theorized, that the subconscious is what helps wizards to produce magic, it doesn’t affect their potential only how quickly they regain their magic after it’s been used. Take it easy for a couple more days, get plenty of sleep, and you should be fine.”

“Will do Tonks, but I still want to do that trip tomorrow.”

With a gentle smile Tonks says, “That shouldn’t be a problem Harry. Now, I’ll leave so you can get some rest. Ladies, I trust you’ll make sure this boy gets some rest.”

With a lecherous grin, Cissa says, “Oh yes, he’ll get some sleep alright. He may have a little trouble walking tomorrow, but he’ll sleep today.”

Shaking her head at her aunts implications, Tonks *pops* back to #12.

With Harry mildly protesting, Cissa strips him down to the buff and gets him ready for bed while Bella goes for his lunch.

Bella is just outside her master’s room with a tray of food. She can already feel the sting from the strap as she makes a decision. With a quick wave of her wand, she’s once more attired in the maids’ costume. Bella walks into the room without a further moment of hesitation.

Harry’s eyes go wide as he sees Bella walk into his room. His eyes are on her swaying hips so he misses when Cissa divests herself of what little clothing she’s wearing.

Bella sets the tray on the stand next to her master’s bed and hand feeds him the soup she made while her sister crawls up on to his bed.

While Harry is distracted by her sister, Narcissa positions her head directly over Harry’s crotch. With a deep breath, Cissa takes most of Harry’s length into her waiting mouth.

Harry’s just swallowed the first spoonful of soup when Harry feels Cissa wrap her mouth around his cock. He moans slightly as she runs her tongue along the entire length. Bella offers her master another spoonful of soup as Cissa starts to gently bob her head.

It’s only with a concerted effort that Harry actually manages to swallow the soup as Cissa continues with her blowjob. However, it’s the death knell for Harry’s control when Cissa reaches up and uses her hand to massage his balls.

With a primal grunt, Harry sends his seed into the blonde’s waiting mouth.

Bella quickly feeds Harry the remains of the soup as he watches Cissa sit up, and open her mouth, showing that she hasn’t swallowed yet. Closing her mouth, Cissa swirls the cum around her mouth for a moment before she swallows.

With a predatory smile, Bella climbs up onto her masters’ lap and lifts her skirt. Harry barely has time to register the fact that she’s not wearing any panties before she places the tip of his still erect cock at her entrance and slides down his length with a moan. As her master moans, Bella clenches her cunt muscles as she quickly pounds her hips against his. Sporadically clenching and relaxing her internal muscles, she quickly feels the slight shiver from her master moments before he explodes within her.

Moments after Harry comes, Bella climbs off him while Cissa gently sucks on his bullocks. His cock had started to go soft before Cissa started her ministrations. With a few gentle sucks, Cissa has her master back at full mast. Cissa climbs up onto his lap and takes the seat that her sister had just vacated. As she bounces up and down on her masters’ lap, Cissa reaches down and plays with her clit, making sure that it rubs against Harry’s shaft.

Bella reaches around and gently teases Cissa breasts, earning a moan from the blonde.

Watching Bella playing with her sister’s tits is the final straw for the young man and he comes for the third time, causing him to get light headed. Cissa screams out her own release as she feels the warm goo shoot into her.

Bella helps her exhausted sister off Harry and lays her down next to him. Turning her attention to her master, Bella eyes Harry’s tool with a very hungry look in her eye.

Harry barely has time to register the look before the former Death Eater launches herself at his crotch.

Bella takes his mostly deflated cock into her mouth, relishing the mix if flavors, as she sucks on it as hard as she can. Within moments Harry’s stiff once more. Bella bobs her head on his tool while she hums deep in her throat.

Harry grits his teeth as the world slows its spinning around him. All his efforts once more prove for naught as Bella uses her other hand to gently caress his balls.

For the fifth time today, Harry releases his seed. Just before he passes out, he could almost swear he heard someone say something like, “Greedy bitch.” Then all he knows is darkness.

Harry slowly come to, a throbbing pain in his crotch forcing him to wakefulness. He sees the ladies curled up to either side of him. A small moan escapes his lips as he tries to sit up.

Both the sisters are instantly awake. Bella gently helps him to a sitting position while Cissa casts a healing spell on his crotch.

As memory of the activities of yesterday Harry’s eyes narrow. “Bella, yesterday, did you deliberately disobey me and wear your maid’s uniform outside of this room?”

Meekly Bella nods her head.

Harry curses for a moment, “Cissa where’s that strap?”

Bella quietly gets off the bed while Cissa reaches over and grabs her wand, quickly summoning the strap.

Harry climbs off the bed while Bella bends over the end. She reaches back and raises her skirt. Harry’s briefly reminded of his fantasy about his aunt from a few days ago before he draws his arm back and delivers the first blow against Bella’s ass.

There’s a red welt starting to form as Harry draws back his arm. This time Bella screeches as the leather strikes her flesh. A second welt is starting to show when Harry earns another shriek by landing the third blow.

Bella feels like her ass is on fire, as is her cunt. Her juices are running down her legs, unfortunately, her punishment from two days ago is still in place and prevents her from coming when her master brings the belt down for a fourth time.

Harry surveys his handiwork as he draws his arm back and delivers the fifth blow. Another shriek is his reward. Much to Harry’s surprise, his cock is hard as a rock as he prepares to deliver the sixth blow.

Cissa watches as her sister lays red faced at her feet while their master draws his arm back. Cissa’s own ass stings slightly in sympathy for what her sister’s taking. Cissa actually does orgasm when her sister’s screech tears through the room.

Bella’s ass is almost completely red as Harry brings down the seventh and final blow. After the shriek has died away, Harry drops the strap to the floor, positions his raging cock at Bella’s soaked entrance and enters her in one hard stroke. Harry sets a fast pace, his hips slapping against her flesh. After only a few brief minutes, Harry delivers his seed to the woman.

Pulling out, Harry helps Bella stand up. “Cissa, go get breakfast ready and bring it up here.” He leads Bella to the bed while Cissa gets dressed and leaves on her assigned duty.

Bella leans her head against Harry’s shoulder as they lay on the bed together and sobs out the pain.

As he holds the crying woman, Harry’s insides are warring. On one hand, there’s the innocent Harry who still believes the world is black and white, where a good person doesn’t deliberately inflict pain on others. On the other hand there’s the Harry that’s been beaten, insulted, ridiculed, and whom the sisters have been subconsciously working to promote who understands that the sisters are now his responsibility thus he must punish them when they do wrong.

The war is still going on as Bella begins to run out of tears. She looks up at her master, well aware of the turmoil within him, and says, “Thank you for disciplining me, master. I broke one of you only rules so I needed to be punished.” With a gentle smile, she lays her head back down.

Bella’s words have a profound effect on Harry. His mind quiets as he digests what he heard.

Cissa walks in carrying a tray with food on it. The three eat in silence before dressing for an outing. They walk down to the kitchen and find Petunia at the stove, whistling just a bit.

When Petunia sees Cissa she waves the other woman over. The two hold a whispered conversation that ends with Petunia blushing very hard while Cissa walks over to the table, giggling lightly.

Harry asks, “What was that about Cissa?”

“Nothing important for the moment master, just a small request on her part that I need to consider.”

“Very well,” Harry says just moments before there’s a knock on the door.

Three wands appear in three hands as Bella walks to the door and looks out. Nodding, Bella opens the door and allows Tonks to enter. As soon as the door is closed, she hit by three Finite Incantatem’s. The pink haired witch just stands there for a moment before grinning, “Getting a little jumpy are we folks?”

Harry grins, “Yeah, jumpy enough to have Stunned Albus yesterday.”

Tonks looks shocked, “You mean that you got the drop on Albus?”

“Yeah, after he popped in without announcing himself.”

Tonks shakes her head, “Well, you guys ready to get this day started?”

Harry nods as he stands up, “Cissa, please come with me. Bella, pop over to #12 and keep out of sight.”

Both woman nod their heads while Tonks looks on in wonderment, “Harry, do you mind explaining what’s going on?”

“I’d prefer not to, you’ll understand when we visit the ministry.”

It’s a disgruntled Tonks that produces a length of silk rope, “Very well. Here’s the portkey to take us to the Ministry.”

“Tonks the reason I don’t want to explain this now is that I don’t want to waste time when you’ll be able to find out during our trip,” Harry says as he grabs the robe. “Alright Cissa grab on.”

Narcissa grips the robe a few moments before they all feel the familiar tug behind the navel.

The three arrive at the lobby to the ministry to find it almost deserted. After having their wands weighed, Tonks leads them through a maze of corridors until they’re standing outside of door marked, “Properties Division.”

“Dumbledore told me to make sure you got here alright, now would you please tell me what’s going on.”

“In a few minutes Tonks,” Harry says as he opens the door. Much to his dismay, Harry instantly recognizes the redhead waiting in the office. Harry’s voice is ice cold as he says, “Hello Percy.”

Percy’s voice is filled with contempt when he answers, “Good day Mr. Potter. I would appreciate it if you would restrain yourself from using any familiar form of address as I’m here on official business and my time is precious.”

“Well Percy, since your time is so precious, why don’t you produce the forms for me to authenticate and we can get this entire matter finished as quickly as is possible.”

“Once more Mr. Potter, I must ask you to address me either by my title of Undersecretary to the Minister or as simply Mr. Weasley.”

“Mr. Weasley is your father Percival and to earn your vaulted title was to betray your family.”

Jus then the Minister of Magic walks into the room, looking strangely upset, “Is this true Weatherby? Did you actually forsake your family just to get ahead?”

“But, but, but Minister…”

“Hush, I’ll deal with you later, for now, though, leave.”

Percy hangs his head as he walks out of the office.

“Now Mr. Potter…,” Fudge’s voice catches in his throat as he sees the glare Harry’s giving him.

Thoughts speed through Harry’s mind for a moment before he says, “Minister, I don’t believe there is currently a department to help new businesses get started in the Wizarding world, am I correct?”

“Yes you are; might I ask where you’re going with this?”

“Well Minister, I do believe it’s time to correct that oversight. In fact I think it would be the perfect position for you junior undersecretary to fill, the head of the Economic Development Bureau. Set up to help ensure that start-up businesses have as much support as is reasonable to make sure they have all of their licenses and permits in order don’t you think?”

Fudge isn’t gritting his teeth together, barely, “That sounds like a wonderful idea Harry.”

Harry gives the minister a predatory grin, “I’m glad you agree Minister. I even have a perfect first assignment for him. Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes”

Fudge is almost seething as he says, “Sounds like an excellent plan Harry.”

“Excellent Minister, excellent. Now, let us get down to business as I’m sure all our time is fairly precious.”

It’s only by will alone that Fudge keeps the anger out of his voice and expression. “By all means Harry,” he nods to another person that had escaped Harry’s attention.

The man looks in his early twenties with brown hair and is thin as a rail. His voice is baritone as he hands over a clipboard and says, “Please make sure the facts of the matter are in order.”

Harry reads through the information, name, date, etc, until he comes to Purpose of transfer. His innards churn as he reads the word Servus secus. With a shake of his head, Harry makes sure everything else is correct before he hands the clipboard back, “Everything is correct, sir.”

“Very well Mr. Potter, then you’ll just need to sign at the bottom of the page,” the man says as he returns the clipboard to Harry.

A few strokes of a quill later, Harry lays the clipboard on the counter. The man picks it up and removes the papers. He attaches a different set of papers to the clipboard which he then hands to Narcissa. The man then grabs a second clipboard which he hands to Harry, “Due to Ms. Lestrange-Black’s status, it’s quite understandable that she not be here; however, she will need to sign the papers.”

Harry looks at the Minister with a deceptively sweet grin, “Minister, I doubt it would be a problem for you to authorize a portkey to transport the woman in question here to expedite matters?”

Almost grumbling, Fudge reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a handkerchief. He casts a spell on it before he hands it to Harry, “There you go Mr. Potter.”

Still grinning, Harry hands the cloth to Tonks, “Tonks, please make sure this gets to were it needs to go. I’d send Cissa, but she’s still needed here.”

Tonks nods her head and quickly moves out of the room before Fudge can question her. Less than ten minutes later, both Bellatrix and Tonks appear in the room.

Fudge goes for his wand by reflex, only to stop less than a quarter of the way through the draw when he finds himself looking at four drawn wands. He looks down at his hand sheepishly, “My apologies, reflex you know.”

Harry nods his head, but doesn’t lower his wand until Fudge’s hand is well away from his wand.

Bellatrix hands the clipboard to the unknown gentleman who’s staring at Harry with wide eyes.

The clerk jerks his head before perusing the form and nodding his head.

“Very well Mr. Potter, that should take care of everything. Now, on to your rights and responsibilities in regards to these lovely ladies,” the man says while slyly eyeing Bella’s ass. “Your rights are virtually limitless. These women are now your sovereign property. You may do what ever you wish to with them. They may be sold or their services rented in order for you to generate a source of revenue. Your responsibilities however are a tad more in-depth. Any action they take, you may be held accountable for. Should they attack anyone without just provocation, you may be forced to make the needed amends. You cannot be imprisoned for their action however, unless those actions are on your direct orders. Are there any questions?”

“Not at this time. However, I may contact you if any questions arise, if that’s acceptable.”

The man nods his head, “Very acceptable Mr. Potter. Now, I wish you a good day, and go enjoy your new property,” the man ends with a wink.

Harry’s blushing slightly as Tonks leads the lot of them out of the office. As the door closes, Fudge speaks up, “Harry, may I have a moment of your time?”

Harry nods his head, his entire posture one of impatience.

“My boy, as I’m sure you know, things have been very volatile as of late, with many people actually calling for my resignation. I was hoping to be able to convince you to issue a statement in support of my maintaining my position.”

Harry’s tone is glacial cold, “Minister, you have spent the last year engaged in a campaign of slander against myself and Albus Dumbledore. It will take much more then a few small token of good will for me to forget that. I will not reject your request out of hand, but I will not acquiesce easily.”

Fudge swallows loudly, “Well, I understand completely Harry. Just let me know if there’s anything you need.”

Harry nods before having Tonks lead them out to the lobby where Harry hesitates a moment before saying, “Tonks, you and Cissa pop to the Leaky Cauldron ahead of us. If there are any Aurors there pop back immediately, and we’ll find a new address to Floo to.”

Both of the women nod their head and Apparate out. Harry waits thirty seconds before he Floo’s to the LC with Bella only a few moments behind him.

As soon as Harry’s feet are solid, he draws his wand. When Bella appears, Tom’s wand is almost instantly leveled in her direction.

Harry shouts, “HOLD IT TOM!”

The old man’s eyes never leave the former Death Eater. “She’s a wanted felon Harry.”

“No she isn’t Tom. As of a few minutes ago, she’s my property.”

“You mean she’s given you full rights? How?”

Harry’s voice is a whisper, “Servus secus.”

Now Tom’s eyes do shift to the young man, “You cast it against her?”

Cissa says, “Against both of us actually.” She lifts her head, giving the aging bartender a look at the medallion at her throat.

“That’s not the official Potter family crest,” Tom’s voice is hinted with amusement as he finally lowers his wand. “Harry, if you don’t mind a suggestion; unless you want a riot out there, have Mrs. Lestrange, hide her appearance.”

“Do you have any suggestions Tom,” Harry says as he looks around the room, which is strangely empty.

“A simple cloak should do, if she’s careful.”

Harry looks at Bella, “Use the cloak if you have one, pop out if there’s any chance someone might be able to recognize you.”

Bella nods her head as Tom hands her a brown, full length cloak complete with hood. She quickly dons the apparel, not bothering to hide the disgust at wearing something that obscures her identity.

Still, the group makes its way to Gringotts without drawing any undue attention to themselves.

They wait patiently in line, much to the sisters’ chagrin. They soon reach the teller goblin. As soon as Harry hands over his key, the entire group is quickly escorted to a private room where an elderly goblin greets them.

“Greetings Mr. Potter. I’m glad you could join us on such short notice.”

Harry asks, “What notice sir?”

“Our records indicate that you were sent notice three days ago to present yourself here for the execution of the will of one Sirius Orion Black.”

“I’m afraid your records are in error sir, I received no such notification.”

“Are you positive Mr. Potter? Our notifications are magically enchanted to make notice when they are opened.”

“I’m quite sure sir. I haven’t received any owls in the last few days except for one from the ministry.”

The goblin looks upset as he snaps his fingers. Instantly, a younger goblin appears next to him. “Fetch the notification book at once.”

The young goblin nods his head before disappearing with a sharp *crack* and another *crack* moments later announces his return. Handing a book to the elder goblin, the youngster disappears.

The elder goblin lays the book on the desk and quickly opens it. He flips through the pages for a moment before finding what he’s looking for. ”Ah here it is. Notification to Harry James Potter concerning the execution of the will of Sirius Orion Black. Opened immediately upon reception. Required a response within five business days or the execution would be delayed until the date specified, the twenty-first birthday of Harry James Potter.”

Harry’s entire expression ices over for a moment, “Perhaps sir, we should deal with the matter of the will immediately. I suspect I know who it was that deliberately delayed the delivery.”

“Very well Mr. Potter.” The goblin once more snaps his fingers and a piece of stone that looks like a flat Pensieve appears on the desk along with a sheath of papers. “The entire matter is relatively straight forward Mr. Potter. The deceased left a recorded message to explain the entire matter.” With a final snap of his fingers, the lights dim and the disk starts to glow.

Up from the stone rises a twelve inch high image of Sirius appears. “Well Harry my boy, if you’re seeing this then the shit is truly in the soup. I’m guessing I’m dead, hopefully I went down fighting.

“Now Harry, I know you well, so pay attention. MY DIEING WAS NOT YOUR FAULT! So don’t blame yourself. If you had any hand in my death, then it was minimal and accidental.

“Also Harry, I’d be remiss in my duties as your Godfather if I didn’t tell you this. Harry, I’m suffering from Igneus Cruor, the Burning Blood. It’s a rare disease that affects less then one in one million pure blooded wizards; and it’s only wizards, never witches. The disease is terminal, if you had any hand in my dieing then I should probably thank you for the Burning Blood is a long and very painful way to go.

“Now, on to the distribution of funds, monies, and properties. In a word Harry, you get everything. I’ll ask you to help keep Remus in good stead. His pride won’t let him take charity, but I’m sure between you and Hermione you can come up with something that won’t offend his pride.

“Next note Harry, fifteen million galleons isn’t even a drip in the bucket for the Black family, so I want you to make sure at least that amount finds a new home. Use it to cement your allies and hopefully forge some new ones. If you like, you can talk to Rupert, the goblin you should be watching this with, can help you set up other ‘bequeaths’ in my name for such people as Remus and the Weasleys.”

Sirius’ grin becomes positively predatory, “Also worthy of note Harry is that if you accept, then before you leave this office, you’ll be a legal adult. All the paperwork needed for emancipation is already in place, you’re sixteen, or close enough so as not to matter, with access to proper resources. With one signature Harry, you can be master of your own destiny.

“There are so many things I want to tell you Harry but this damn thing has a limited memory and my time’s almost up. So before I go I have one last thing to say to you Harry. Always fight evil Harry. That is the cause for which James, Lily, and I gave our lives for. Fight evil by what ever means necessary, if that means fighting by Dumbledore’s side, then so much the better. If not however, if you have to break with Dumbledore to continue the fight against evil, then tell that old bastard to take his carefully drawn out plans, shove ‘em up his arse and light ‘em on fire.”

Sirius is grinning as he starts to fade away, “Kick ass and take names Harry. I’ll see ya on the other side.” With that, the spectral form is gone.

Harry wipes a tear from his eye as the lights come back up. “Very well sir, if it alright, could we deal with the galleons that need to be redistributed?”

“Easily Mr. Potter,” Rupert says.

“Very well, here’s how I want the monies to be redistributed, all in Sirius’ name. One million galleons to the following people; Hermione Granger, Ronald, Ginevra, William, Charles, Fred, George, Arthur, and Molly Weasly, an additional one million to Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes, three million to Remus J. Lupin, one million to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and five hundred thousand galleons a piece for Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood should distribute the monies nicely.”

“Very well Mr. Potter,” Rupert says as he finishes writing down Harry’s instructions. “Now, there’s another small thing the deceased failed to mention in his recording, a small side note that if he were to, as he put it ‘kick the bucket’ before you were of age, then you were to be given full emancipation. All the files and paperwork are already in place Mr. Potter, if you wish to act, the time is now.” He pushes a piece of parchment across the desk, “If you sign this Mr. Potter, you will be an adult in every regard except the consumption of tobacco and alcohol.”

Harry nods his head as he thinks for a moment, for once in his life, carefully weighing his options. His hand is trembling as he takes the proffered quill. A few brief seconds later, and it is done, the parchment glows for a moment before the emblem of the Ministry appears on it with several ribbons attached.

“Will there be anything else Mr. Potter?”

“Yes, I’m very curious as to what other papers you might have sent me that I didn’t receive. As well as what type of investigation is Gringotts going launch into how someone broke the seal without your knowing that it wasn’t me?”

“If you’ll give me a moment Mr. Potter, I’ll have the answer to your first question and I can assure you, Gringotts is going to be launching a full investigation into how our magical protections were circumvented. We pride ourselves on the confidentiality of our clients, this breach has severely injured our reputation and we will make sure the culprit is brought to justice. I believe you said you had a suspicion as to who could have perpetrated this?”

“Quite correct, the only man who could have done this is my keeper, Albus Dumbledore.”

As soon as the words leave Harry’s mouth, the door opens and an elderly voice says, “Did someone say my name?” The smile that adorns his face dies instantly at the set of glares he receives. “Is there a problem?”

Harry is the first to respond, his entire demeanor colder than the artic, “Yes there is professor. It would seem Gringotts sent me a notice regarding Sirius’ will that required action in a timely manner that I never received. One of the more interesting facts is that according to their magical records, the notice was opened immediately upon arrival. Would you happen to know anything about this situation?”

Albus meets Harry’s gaze for a few moments before he looks away, “I’m sorry Harry. Yes, I received the notice and neglected to forward it to you. I won’t lie to you about my intentions, but can we move this discussion to a safe location?”

Harry stands up, managing to look regal and intimidating despite being shorter than Albus by several inches, “Yes we may professor. However, I came to Diagon Alley for several explicit purposes and I shall not be dissuaded from them by the situation that you have brought down upon yourself. As such you will remove yourself to #12 and await my presence. Good day sir.” With that Harry turns back to Rupert, “Will there be anything else sir?”

“Yes, I’m afraid that there are several more items to deal with, unfortunately, those will require an appointment so that all the paperwork, title transfers, and other such things can be adequately prepared. Is there anything else *I* can do for you sir?”

“Yes, if you could arrange for a copy of all current assets, titles, positions, etcetera to be delivered here quickly, I would appreciate it.”

Grinning, the goblin snaps his fingers and says, “Easily done sir.” Moments later, a rather large ledge appears on the desk. Rupert quickly hands the ledger to Bella. “There you go ma’am I suspect Mr. Potter will want that reviewed in a most timely fashion. Now Mr. Potter, as I stated, there is a need for you to return here at a preset date in order to deal with other matters concerning your inheritance.”

“Very well sir, will three days be sufficient?”

“Yes Mr. Potter, three days will more than suffice.”

“Oh, and one more thing, would it be possible to arrange a portkey directly here so we can avoid the lobby?”

“Of course Mr. Potter, an owl will be sent to you with the portkey and will arrive promptly at nine am if this is acceptable.”

“Nine am in two days is quite acceptable, good day sir.”

“Will there be anything else sir?”

“Yes, I would like to know if there is a means of laying hands on my gold without the need to return here all the time.”

“Indeed there is Mr. Potter,” Rupert snaps his fingers and a set of silk bags appear on his desk in various colors. “These are Bottomless Money Bags. While not quite bottomless, they allow you to access your cash monies from anywhere. You simply think of the amount you want, reach in, and the money will appear in you hand. It will only work at up to five hundred galleons and will only work for you Mr. Potter. If you’d please pick a color, we can finalize this.”

Stunned, Harry selects a simple black bag, Rupert picks up the bag and says, “Key please.” When Harry relinquishes his key, Rupert flips the bag upside down, on the bottom is the Gringotts crest and a keyhole. He presses the key against the hole and it quickly disappears, “There you go Mr. Potter, when you need to access your vault directly, then a Gringotts goblin will be able to retrieve your key. Is there anything else?”

“No sir, and thank you for all your help.” Harry turns to Cissa, “Well my dear, what did you wish to do here?”

“Well master, my sister and I wished to visit Ollivanders, as wands select their users based on their personalities, it might be advantageous to acquire new wands.”

Harry nods his head, “Very well then.