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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
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  Relationship:
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  Character:
      Tom_Riddle_|_Voldemort, Harry_Potter, Fenrir_Greyback, Albus_Dumbledore,
      Malfoy_Family_-_Character, Weasley_Family_-_Character, Various
      Deatheaters
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      Mpreg, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Knotting, Bestiality, Animagus_Bestiality,
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Lactation_Kink, Author_misses_warnings, PWP, Object
      Insertion, Extensive_Body_Modification
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      Published: 2013-09-03 Completed: 2013-12-30 Chapters: 18/18 Words: 43337
****** Bitch in Heat ******
by picabone99
Summary
     Voldemort gains control over Harry via drugged lemon drops and the
     Malfoy's money. He then sets about ensuring that Harry will be ready
     to meet all of the new needs that he will be used for.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     I do not own, nor do I make any money from, Harry Potter.
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Disclaimer:
  I don't own Harry Potter and I make no money from this.  I write strictly for
fun, not profit.
 
 
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Takes place the summer after Goblet of Fire, just before September 1st.
 
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Harry awoke from confusing dreams full of fog to discover that he was suspended
from his wrists and ankles in mid air by an odd contraption consisting of a
series of concentric rings that appeared to spin in any which direction.  He
was also completely naked except for his glasses, which he discovered when he
felt a cool draft against his legs that caused him to look down and see that
the pajama bottoms he remembered putting on when he got ready for bed were no
longer there.  Giving his head a shake to try and clear up the lingering traces
of mental fog that seemed to be lingering from his dream, Harry tried to focus
instead on what was the last thing he remembered.  Thinking back, Harry could
clearly remember climbing into his bed that he had been given at Grimmauld
Place after drinking a glass of warm milk that Molly gave him. Oddly enough,
although he was prone to nightmares normally, he didn't remember waking up at
all the rest of the night.  He was drawn from his thoughts when a door, one
that he had failed to note in his brief period of wakefullness, screeched open
on its hinges.
　
"Who?  Voldemort?!"  Harry hissed in confusion, his emerald eyes flared wide in
confusion behind his lenses.  "What happened to you?  The night I saw you rise
out of the cauldr-"
　
Harry was halted in his questions when an adult version of the memory of Tom
Riddle stepped up and placed a hand over his mouth.  Gifting Harry with a smug
sneer, the darkly handsome male opened his mouth and began to speak.
"Yes, Harry.  It is indeed I.  You may give thanks to Lucius and Narcissa for
the return of my much more handsome appearance after the botch-up of the
recently performed resurrection ceremony.  It seems that the Lady Malfoy
flashed back to a memory of reading in the Black Library when she was visiting
her Aunt one summer that gave her some insight into my...condition.  Between
herself and Lucius, they successfully bullied Severus into creating the potion
that, hmm....brought me back into myself one might say.  Except for certain
pieces that were unable to be retrieved, including the one that youdestroyed
down in the Chamber of Secrets, one that was a complete surprise and is
residing in a very special little vessel, and one that is needed to ensure that
I will live forever.  Apparently, the rituals I used to obtain my immortality
had side effects that were unknown to me at the time I used it, since I was
unable to obtain sufficient information before proceeding.  However, thanks to
the Lady Malfoy's youthful summer reading habits, and a quick trip by a
faithful house elf, the Black Library was able to help correct my lack of
knowledge and see to it that all damage caused by such had been corrected."
　
"That was at the beginning of summer,"  Voldemort continued as he removed the
hand covering Harry's mouth and used it instead to gently stroke through his
hair.  "Thanks greatly to my recovered sanity, access to the Malfoy vaults as
well as the Slytherin vaults, and some lemon drops laced with a liquid
confundus potion, I now have that which I have toiled for.  Control of the
wizarding world.  You were merely an extremely pleasant bonus:  at least you
were until Severus was able to successfully pinned down that old bastard to
some hard answers.  Now you are a prize worth having almost above all others."
　
　
Harry shook his head as hard as he could, hoping to dislodge the fingers gently
combing through his hair and rubbing at his scalp.
　
"What do you mean!"  Harry shouted, his face reddening with his rising anger
while his chest rose and fell rapidly. 
　
"It's really very simple, dear child.  Thanks to the idiot Fudge being securely
in Lucius's pocket, and ensuring that Dumbledore's private supplier of lemon
drops changed his formula ever so slightly, a very significant treaty was
signed two weeks ago.  By declaration of the Ministry of Magic, with the full,
ringing endorsement of the Wizarding Gamut, I, Tom Morvolo Riddle, Lord
Slytherin, am the face of the new government.  I represent those of the
population that use Dark magic and with the representative of the Light magic
users beside me, a new age is being ushered in."
　
"Light magic users?  New government?"  Harry whispered weakly in shock.
　
"Oh yes,''  Tom purred.  "I, and all of my followers of course, have been given
full pardons for any past...unpleasantness that may have occurred with so many
understandings between the different branches of magic, in this new age of
forgiveness that begins to dawn over the whole of the British Wizarding Isles. 
And thanks to that wonderful little, fully binding, treaty, I have been given
sole rights over the Light magic representative that was bound to me as my
lawful spouse the moment the treaty was fully ratified, while he slept
peacefully in guarded splendor in the care of those that owed a very prominant
family a debt of life and honor, in the house that had belonged to a long line
of Purebloods of a darker bent.  The confunded fools may have missed a clause,
or several, in the document."
　
Harry was beginning to hyperventilate, panic starting to over take him no
matter how hard he tried to fight it off, the longer Voldemort continued to
speak.  It was easy for him to see exactly where this was going since he was
currently naked and hanging spread-eagled before a gloating Dark Lord.
　
"Am I...I am, light..."
　
Tom grabbed Harry firmly by the jaw, putting an end to his panicked rambling
before it could truly begin.  Turning Harry's head this way and that way in his
secure grip, Tom looked like he was merely examining a piece of produce as he
opened his mouth to continue speaking before his captive audience.
　
"Yes, indeed.  The useless idiots gave you over to me with surprising ease and
very little fuss.  However,"  Tom frowned absently.  "I will be having to
briefly share you, due to an unbreakable vow I had made with Fenrir that was
seperate from the one I made with the rank and file werewolves.  Unfortunately,
he and I made our vow earlier on in my career, after I had given up on
achieving power via political means at the time; therefor, he was able to
demand a rather open-ended vow that would give him the means to reach a level
of power just below myself.  He has called it in upon learning that I was going
to be given you to do with as I will, so long as you live out the full, natural
length of your life with no further interference on my part, or that of my
followers, and that I shall guard you to the fullest extant of my abilites
should anyone desire to do grievous bodily harm to your person.  Which shows
just how little the Light side magic users truly know, since you are guaranteed
to live as long as I will, thanks to a little tiny bit of information that
Severus was able to extract from that maddening, old, interfering goat."
　
"Now then,"  Voldemort paused in his man-handling briefly.  "Fenrir has asked
for several modification to be made to your body that would appeal greatly to
his more...feral side.  After listening to his many ideas, I have found myself
happy to agree with the majority of them, finding them most appealing. 
Especially when I think about how little you will enjoy them as they will make
you crave all that will be done to you in the intimate future that now awaits
you as my happy little husband.  Making you into a mere breeding bitch after
all the irritation you have given to me will be most satisfying, knowing that
you are screaming in your mind while your body hungers for what we will do to
it makes it even sweeter.  The extensive modifications he requested are why you
spent the last two weeks under a sleeping spell.  I needed to research all of
the spells and potions needed for such a massive change." 
　
　
"Where to start though?"
　
Tom stepped back and slowly circled a now yelling, cursing, and thrashing Harry
Potter as he struggled against his bonds.
　
"Hm, logically thinking, the best way to go about this would be to start at the
top and work my way down.  I will just need a moment to set up the ledge behind
you with the necessary potions and then we shall start the fun.  After all, the
soonest begun, the sooner the two of us shall share our wedding bed."
　
Faster than Harry would have preferred, Tom was standing before him again.
　
"I think that the first thing to change will be your ears.  Fenrir assured me
that wolves ears are very sensitive and that we would be missing out on giving
you both pleasure and pain if they were left alone.  He mentioned something
about nerves being especially sensitive due to the thinness of the tissue."
　
With that said, Tom reached foward with both hands and firmly grabbed ahold of
Harry's ears. 
　
Harry screamed in pain the moment Tom, chanting quietly under his breath,
pulled on the tops of his ears.  It felt as though his head had been dipped in
lava as his ears slid up the side of his head until Tom released them once they
were placed near the top of his head.  Harry, gasping harshly for breath, let
his head fall foward the moment the burning agony ceased only to release
another scream when the burning began again.  This time though, it felt as if
his ears were being stretched and pulled like taffy.  The instant the pulling,
burning feeling passed, a tingling, crawling sensation overtook them, causing
Harry to flick and twitch his ears in annoyance as he tried and failed to
escape it.
Wait...twitch?!  Flick!?
　
Harry looked up with horror filled eyes as he felt his new ears flatten
themselves to his head, mirroring his distress as he looked out at the world
that was no longer in focus, his glasses having fallen off without his notice
now that he no longer had ears to hold them on with.  Harry shuddered as he
felt Tom running his hands though his hair again and he, once again, felt that
odd tingling, crawling sensation, this time over his scalp.  Shaking his head
from side to side, Harry was deeply relieved to discover that the only thing
that happened this time was that his hair had merely been lengthened to the
middle of his back.
　
"Close your eyes,"  Tom commanded.  "Or what I am about to do will hurt even
more if I have to place my fingers on the actual lenses of your eyes."
　
Harry did so promptly, not wanting to find out how much more whatever Voldemort
was about to do could hurt him, thus allowing Tom to place his right forefinger
on first one lid, then the next.  Both times he did so, he mumured the needed
spell under his breath before he, without any warning this time and ignoring
Harry's screams' of pain at the burning sensation beginning to overtake his
eyeballs, flicked his wrist, sending his wand easily into his hand, before
placing said wand firmly against Harry's adam's apple, chanting out yet another
spell.
　
Harry first felt as if his eyes were merely itchy the moment Tom's finger had
touch them, then the irritating itch became a burning itch and Harry let the
screams of pain once again ring out into the room.  He was so focused on the
burning in his eyes that he almost missed the feeling of a wand being jabbed
harshly against his neck.  In fact, if it wasn't for what happened next, he
probably would have dismissed it.  However, when his scream of pain morphed
into a howl of anguish, one that a wolf or other large canine might make, he
knew that he hadn't imagined anything.  Closing his mouth, Harry was able to
register that his tongue felt different now as well:  flatter and longer,
extending down more into the back of his throat than before.  Letting out
whimpers and whines of pain, Harry opened eyes that had finally ceased their
burning itch.
　
"Oh yes, much better indeed,"  Tom purred in smug satisfaction, running the
fingers of one hand through Harry's longer raven-hued locks.  "I would have
fixed your horrendous eyesight anyway since I wouldn't have wanted my consort
to have such a horrendous flaw, but ever-so-slightly enlarging them was a
brilliant idea.  It lends such a hopeless, needy expression to your face.  And
Fenrir's suggestion to only allow you to communicate with whimpers, whines, and
howls like the needy bitch you will soon be nicely gets around your mouthy
brazeness towards me and the rest of my followers as well as removing your
ability to speak parseltongue.  You will still understand it of course, and
what fun I will have issuing you orders in our language, but since I am locking
the changes permanently unless I give the proper command in that language,
there will be little-to-no hope of anyone undoing the changes.  And that broad,
long, agile tongue will definitely be put to excellent use pleasing both Fenrir
and myself.  Now let's take care of something that will certainly be needed if
you are going to be pupped by Fenrir.  After all, wolves are known for having
more than one whelp in a litter.  It wouldn't do for you to be unable to feed
all of the pups that you two will spawn once his wolf mates you."
　
Seeing the look of absolute horror and disgust spreading across Harry's face at
the mention of mating with the wolf, Tom smirked and decided to elaborate a
bit.
　
"That was Fenrir's request.  When he called in his open favor that I vowed to
him, it was to use you, once, as a breeder.  He will be allowed to use you,
either as a wolf or a man, breeding you non-stop until you have given birth to
a healthy litter of cubs, whether it be one cub or a large litter that could
number in the teens.  I can guarantee that he will only breed with you in his
wolf form until he is sure that you are well and truly pupped, since werewolves
born that way are far stronger than bitten ones.  Born weres can change
whenever they wish.  After he is quite sure that his little bitch is well and
truly rounding with the proof of his fertile seed, I am sure that he will then
proceed to enjoy the further use of your body as the virile male that I know
him to be.  Now then,"  Tom grinned sadistically.  "Let's get you all set up to
nurse those future cubs, shall we?"
　
Even knowing that it was a rhetorical question being asked, Harry frantically
shook his head and whimpered in distress, his new ears plastered flat to the
top of his head, all the while chanting "no!" in his mind.
　
Tom merely continued grinning as he gently pinched Harry's nipples between his
thumb and forefinger of each hand, giving them a little twist that shot a
pleasant jolt down to Harry's groin and caused his flaccid organ to give a
little twitch of interest.  Much to Harry's further distress.
　
"Don't worry,"  Tom whispered in a loving tone of voice.  "I  will get to that
oh-so-interesting part in a bit.  But first..."
　
　
Tom trailed off as he gently ran his hands down from Harry's chest to just
below his ribs, chanting softly all the while. 
　
Harry could feel something in his chest coiling and tugging under Tom's hands
from where they were placed on his nipples and that odd sensation continue
downwards with Tom's moving hands as he placed them at various locations on the
front of Harry's body.
　
　
"Now let's see if they are just as responsive as the original little ones
were."
　
Harry couldn't control his hips as they bucked slightly everytime Tom's fingers
gently twisted and played with, he counted as Tom touched them, six nipples. 
He couldn't help himself from moving:  he was a teenaged boy that had never
been touched in such a manner and as much as he hated the sensation of pleasure
that Tom was sending across his nervous system, he was a victim to it.
　
"Excellent response from your new additions.  I think that I am coming to
appreciate Fenrir's mind much more.  The image of you ripe and swollen greatly
with cubs as they squirm and writhe beneath your skin with your massively
swollen nipples that will leak slightly as they strain to contain the milk is
going to be an incredible sight.  Once I have bred myself an heir on you, I may
have to see about lending you out to other beings that I have made alliences
with and seeing what you will look like with other body modifications as you
act the breeding slut for them.  I will probably have to think a bit further
about that part however.  If I allow too many to breed you, there could be a
problem in the future when it comes time for alliance marriages.  I may have to
just take into consideration their suggestions and enjoy them for myself."
　
Harry felt tears rolling down his face as he heard what was going to be his
life from now on.  He could only hope that his life would be a short one.  Then
he remembered that Voldemort claimed that Harry would live as long as he did
and Harry couldn't contain the anguished howls that burst from him.
　
"I see you have finally put it together, Harry.  You will have eternity to be
bred and modified and bred again.  And now to ensure that you will be able to
carry offspring."
　
Tom placed his wand against Harry's lower abdomen and hissed out another
incantation.  This time Harry didn't feel any overwhelming pain.  He did feel a
great deal of discomfort as it felt like his entire innards were bloating and
twisting and re-arranging themselves, but it was far easier to cope with than
the burning pain of his ears and eyes.  The only thing that was painful about
it was the fact that what was occuring was paving the way for him to be raped
by a wolf, then be further raped, while pregnant, by the man that the wolf
would become.
　
Once his innards ceased their movement, Harry was scared to note that Tom had
moved into place behind him and he could no longer see the older man.  Harry,
trying to use his new ears to give himself an informed guess as to what would
be occuring next, listened hard to the sound of vials being moved and clinked
against one another.  Then the sound of footsteps as Tom moved back into view
off to the side.
　
　
"See this,"  Tom held up what looked like a long, black wolf's tail attached to
a 12in long, extremely thin glass rod.  "This was something made especially for
you in the two weeks that I had to prepare."
　
　
Tom continued speaking as he moved out of sight behind Harry again. 
　
"I coated the crystal portion of the tail with a potion that contains semen
from both Fenrir and myself.  Fenrir's portion also contains seed from his wolf
form.  It will ensure that you will only find pleasure from the two of us, and
that you will crave our seed.  So much so that if you do not recieve seminal
fluid from one or the both of us within a reasonable amount of time, you will
seek us out and take it from us regardless of where we might be at the time. 
And the tail was a request of Fenrir's again.  He wished to see it raised up on
high as you begged shamelessly for his wolf to cover you and inject its seed
deeply within you as it knots and plugs you up.  I can't wait to watch."
And with that, Tom pulled one of Harry's butt cheeks out of the way and slid
the slicked up, 12in, crystal rod fully into Harry until the bushy, black tail
was completely flush with his hole, all the while ignoring Harry's whines as
his hole was breached for the first time.
　
Tom placed his wand against the hanging fur tail where it met up with the
crystal rod and mumured the latest spell needed.  He was rewarded moments later
by Harry's howls and the sight of the tail curling between Harry's legs in
shame and pain.  Reaching back without looking, Tom snagged a vial.  Pouring
some of the slightly cloudy concoction on the fingers of his other hand, he
then rubbed them together, ensuring that they were well coated.
　
"Bitch in heat,"  Tom clearly stated.
　
Harry could immediately feel something was off.  His body began to heat up, his
penis filled with blood and became rock hard as it bobbed between his legs, his
nipples, all of them, tightened up, his new tail curled away from his legs and
instead could be felt hitting against his back and his hole, that had just been
sending stabbing pain signals up to his brain, felt loose and slick.  Whatever
the slick was began to drip out of Harry and trickled down the backs of his
thighs.  Not that Harry cared.  As his body heated up and his cocked swelled
with blood, all that he could think of was finding a means of quenching the
fire and need he felt.  Dazed, Harry let out a pleading whine for someone to
save him as his mouth opened and he began to pant.
　
That was what Tom was waiting for and without a second thought, he shoved his
slicked up fingers deeply within Harry's loosened hole until he found the boy's
prostate, which he than began to mercilessly began to assault.  He held the
vial with its remaining contents up to Harry's mouth and poured them in,
promptly dropping the vial once he did so to place his hand over Harry's mouth
until the boy had swallowed the contents.  Toms then used that hand to begin to
milk Harry's leaking cock, all the while chanting under his breath.  He didn't
let up on his prostate assault, fisting the boy's leaking cock, or murmuring
the necessary spell until he felt Harry's passage tighten around his fingers
and cum shoot out over his other hand as Harry released a triumphant howl. 
Once that had occured, Tom quickly hissed out the master spell that he had
planned to lock all changes in place unless he wished to change them, then he
pulled away from Harry and moved to stand in front of the Boy-who-lived.  The
results were all he had hoped for after all the studying and planning.
　
The boy was sporting a full body flush and was straining against his bonds,
trying frantically to reach Tom and whining pathetically.  His cock was rapidly
refilling with blood as his body's new password activated hormones were
convinced that he was truly a bitch in heat and thanks to that little potion,
Harry's senses were telling him that the man in front of him, and Fenrir,
although he wasn't here because of the delicate nature of body modification
spell casting, could ease the burning, desperate need that was now driving
him.  Harry's heat induced instincts were also telling him that he needed,
desperately, to be pupped.  The details that Fenrir had hammered out prevented
Tom from taking the boy anally, just incase the pregnancy prevention charm
failed, but said nothing about claiming and despoiling the mouth that was so
frantically trying to call him closer.  He may as well enjoy as much of the
next 24 hours of the spell as he could before leaving the boy aching and needy
as he retired to find some much needed sleep for himself after using up quite a
bit of power on the massive changes implemented on the lithe, youthful body
begging so prettily before him.
　
　
"Let's just put that new tongue of yours to better use, bitch,"  Tom growled as
he waved his hand at the contraption Harry was hanging from, causing it to move
into a different position.  Once Harry was parallel to the floor, Tom opened up
the front of the casual dress slacks that he had been wearing and slid foward. 
Fisting Harry's now longer hair in one hand, he grabbed hold of his erection
with the other and, after hitting Harry on the lips and tongue a time of two,
slid it home into the tight heat of Harry's mouth.
"I think we'll have a grand old time, don't you?"  Voldemort groaned with a
maniacal light shining deep within his eyes as he ignored the raven haired boy
choking on his unexpected, yet desperately needed, mouthful.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
          "You summoned me, my Lord?"
　
          Voldemort looked up from the piles of paperwork strewn about the desk
he was seated at to see that Fenrir Greyback had entered his study and was
standing at his ease before the oversized desk that Tom preferred to use. 
Setting down his quill, Tom made a small gesture towards one of the oversized
wingback chairs that flanked the ornate marble fireplace causing the chair to
slide over into place before his desk.
　
          "Please, seat yourself.  Demmy!"  Voldemort called out, being
rewarded a few moments later by the sound of house elf apparition. 
　
          "Yes, Lord-Master?  How may Demmy be of service?"
　
          Lord Voldemort didn't spare a glance downwards at the bowing elf in
his immaculate, emerald-green pillowcase with the Slytherin family crest
embroidered on the front.
　
          "See to it that a full tea is brought up.  Dismissed,"  Tom said
carelessly.  "Now Fenrir, if you would be so good as to give me a few minutes,
I need to see to some of this infernal paperwork rather quickly as a bit of it
needs to be sent off immediately via mail-box due to some time sensitive
material."
　
          Fenrir gave an ambivalent grunt acknowledging his Lord's request that
also, at the same time, signaled his lack of any interest in said paperwork,
before turning his attention fully to the large tray that had popped into
existence on an equally newly appeared table.  Fenrir easily poured out a cup
of tea for himself, adding sugar to it before taking a drink.  Setting the cup
back down, he then helped himself to several of the scones, ignoring the
biscuits completely, knowing from past experience that they would be far
sweeter than what he preferred.  As he ate and drank, Fenrir's gaze strayed
over Tom's shoulder to the large, floor-to-ceiling windows that over looked the
vast gardens, as he could feel that his inner wolf was calling strongly to be
let out in them.  He was drawn back to the room and Tom, when the latter leaned
back in his office chair and released a deep sigh as he stretched out, raising
his hands above his hands.
　
          "Now that that mess has been dealt with for now, although knowing how
persistant the Centuars are when it comes to dealing what the stars are telling
them I have no doubts what-so-ever that I will have to deal with it again
later, lets get to the reason why I had you summoned here today.  I know that
you generally dislike being "trapped" indoors, as you phrase it, this close to
the full moon, but as per our Vow, the little Light Lord is now yours to be
bred as he has been sufficiently modified for such.  However,"  Voldemort
leaned forward, intensely staring into Fenrir's eyes.  "There will be
precautions taken on your part, as also agreed upon.  I will not have the
bearer of my future Heir infected with Lycanthopy.  So I have been having
Severus prepare the Transferal Refusal potion since the time that you came
forward to me with the demands of our Vow on your lips.  You will not give me
any arguments on this, Fenrir.  You will take the potion that will block you
from transferring the virus to Potter, even though you will be unable to infect
anyone, at all, for the next year or you will be wearing a silver muzzle for
the entire length of time that you spend with our little breeder."
　
          Tom leaned back with a bit of a wry grin on his recently returned,
handsome features, humor dancing in his blood-red eyes.
          "Be very bloody grateful that I was the one that had to convince
Severus to brew it, as well as the one that incurred all of the vastly
exhorbitant cost of the damn thing.  For all that our resident, surly Potions
Master enjoys a challenge, this is one of those potions that requires so much
time, effort, and supplies that it's counted as almost completely lost
knowledge and Severus had a nightmare inducing time trying to track down the
last known copy of the potion, as well as trying to find substitutes for
several of the extinct ingredients.  As it was, I have had to promise far to
many liberties to Severus and his lover, Malfoy, for the length of time that
they had forego each other's company.  As it stands however, as soon as you
consume the potion, you may have the boy to breed yourself an Heir on.  In
fact, the little Light Lord is waiting in one of the best guest bedrooms in
this very manor if you wish to take him on the full moon in two days time."
　
          Fenrir had just listened without comment as Voldemort began, and
continued, speaking, only making a noise when Tom reached the part of his
speech informing that a part of his wolf to be somewhat contained, and that was
a displeased growl that was sounding from deep within his chest, before it
morphed into one of pleased comprehension at the fact that he could sire his
powerful Heir so soon.  The idea of that beautiful boy swollen with cubs, and
the manner of getting them in him, made Fenrir's pants tighten as his cock
swelled a bit in anticipation.  He couldn't wait to knot his new bitch as he
savaged that sweet hole with his length, making the boy cry out in both pain
and pleasure.  And later, when the boy was close to birth, his nipples
straining to hold back the life giving liquid, only to fail and allow the
delicious substance to spill forth, Fenrir would be able to plunge into the
bitch's hole and suckle at the treat at the same time, even if it meant that he
would be face to face with his bitch.  Grinning ferally at the thoughts chasing
themselves around in his mind, Fenrir flashed Tom a looked and spoke for only
the second time since his arrival.
　
          "I'll take the damn potion just outside his door in two days time,
then I'll breed that pup hard.  Until he's so overflowing in cum that his
distended stomach will make people think that he's already been knocked up for
several months.  Just you be ready for me then." 
　
　
          Fenrir then stood up, turned, and left the room.  Leaving behind a
bemused Dark Lord that merely smiled slightly to himself as he sipped at his
tea, before setting down his cup and returning his attention back to his
current bane, paperwork.
　
          "Ah, Harry.  What fun you shall be having in but a couple of days. 
And just think of the wonderful time that will await you if I give you to the
Centuars to breed as they insist the stars are telling them must be done.  Of
course, that won't be until I have had the opportunity to ride that extremely
fine ass first and swell you with my seed,"  Tom chuckled under his breath as
he thought about the many athletic activities awaiting the new Light Lord as he
resided in Tom's absolute possesion.
　
Chapter End Notes
     What can I say? I had no idea when I would be updating this story,
     but the dark plot bunny that spawned this little fic felt like
     gracing me with it's presence today and so came about this little
     filler, as I realized that I did not wish for Harry to be a werewolf.
     Hence my solution of an obscure, very expensive, potion that would
     only work to block the spread of the virus and so wasn't actually a
     cure.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
　
          "I see that you took into consideration the suggestion I sent to you
that advised you to come a bit more before moonrise than just immediately."
　
          Fenrir grunted and raised an eyebrow at the Dark Lord as the man
stepped out of the shadowed bit of hallway he had been standing in.  Fenrir had
been lead there by a house elf when he demanded to be shown to Harry's room,
the elf having just left the Alpha were-wolf a second or so before the Dark
Lord made his presence known.
　
          "Yeah.  Figured that you might have some reason for it and that it
was probably a good one, since you've never been one to look out for the well-
fair of others."
　
　
          "Yes, indeed,"  Tom gave a dark grin as he replied.  "A most
enjoyable reason for you.  By arriving early, you now have a chance to get your
bitch warmed up by having at his mouth before the main event.  It has been
quite enjoyable to look down and see those pretty, pink lips swollen and
bruised as they are wrapped tightly about my cock as the little cum-slut
attempts to suck my soul out along with my seed.  And the way those large,
emerald jewels tear up as I slam forward repeatedly and harshly, causing that
elegant throat to constrict and spasm as the boy chokes on me."
　
          Fenrir was breathing harshly, a noticable buldge in the front of his
leather trousers, by the time that Voldemort had finished speaking.
　
          "What is your point to this?"  Fenrir snarled as he tried to ignore
the discomfort of swollen body parts in tight leather.
　
          "It's rather simple really,"  Tom casually spoke, losing the previous
intensity that laced his words.  "I wanted to ensure that you were absolutely
fired up for tonight.  I have seen to it that the little bitch has been dosed
up on fertility potions for the last couple of days and is now in there just
waiting on you to add the finishing part of the deal.  And the whole reason I
did that is because I will not wait past this first moon to sample the boy's
sweet little hole.  You will knock the boy up tonight, in wolf form.  If you
fail on that, you will just have to take a chance on the contraceptive spells
until the next moon.  Either way, I will be having that boy spread out on my
sheets for my enjoyment within the next two or three days."
　
　
          "I understand and accept that wolves are quite territorial of their
pregnant bitches, and so I will have no real objection to you being there when
I finally sample the boy just as long as I have the chance to have the first
solo ride.  You can take his mouth at the same time, if you wish, or may simply
wait it out and watch.  You may even wait out the first ride and join me later
so that we can stretch that hole over the both of us."
　
          "Acceptable.  If the bitch isn't pregnant after being massively
stuffed full of my wolf's cum tonight, I will agree to your terms of use for
him.  If he is knocked up, which is what I expect to happen since you said you
loaded him up on fertility potions, the only add on I want to the bit of fun
you're proposing is that nothing done to the delectable little bitch will harm
my cubs.
　
          "Now give me that damn potion you said I had to have.  I haven't had
any sex since you agreed to the completion terms of our Vow.  Wanted to make
sure that my sack was fully loaded and that my inner wolf was even more driven
than normal."
　
          Without a further word, Voldemort produced from his inner robes a
small vial that looked as though it contained liquid moonlight.  He then handed
it over to Fenrir who took a moment to hold the small, crystal vial up before
his eyes, taking in the way the potion inside swirled and changed between a
solid silver color to that of translucent mist.  Giving a small shrug, Fenrir
placed the vial up against his lips and quickly drained the drought.  Tossing
the vial back at the Dark Lord, uncaring of whether or not the man caught the
thing, Fenrir turned, opened the door that the elf had said was the boy's, and
disappeared inside, knowing that Tom would have taken care to ensure that the
door was spelled to only allow those who were approved to have contact with the
boy entrance and that he would be one of them.
　
          Once in the room, Fenrir took a moment to enjoy the luxury that he
found himself in.  It was easily apparent that no expense had been spared in
the furnishing of this room, either in the quality of materials used or the
surplus of sexual toys provided.  Trailing his fingers gently over the walls
nearest the door revealed to Fenrir that the room had been papered with silk,
and he was also willing to bet money on the bed coverings, floor rugs, and
chair upolstry being the same, except where it was clear the the material used
was high end leather, probably that of a dragon judging by what he could see of
it.
　
          The sexual toys were also glaringly obvious when one knew what to
look for, although some were more obvious than others.  Such as the hand-cuffs
that were built into the headboard or the other retraints incorperated into the
massive four poster bed that had pride of place in the main room.  Less obvious
were the silken scarves scattered about the room that could also be used to tie
up a sexual partner.  Seeing that there were matching nightstands, both with
drawers, Fenrir was willing to bet that the more intimate toys were held within
for yet more fun.
　
          Walking further into the room, Fenrir couldn't see his future little
bitch anywhere and, unwilling to wait any longer to tend to his aching length
by having to search through the suite of rooms that were indicated by the
presence of two doors in opposite walls, loudly called out into the room he was
in.
　
          "Bitch in heat!"
　
          Fenrir spent the few brief moments waiting for the trigger words to
take effect by kicking off his boots, leaving the rest of his clothing on in
the hopes of forcing the boy to undress him.  Sniffing lightly at the air in
the enclosed suite, Fenrir followed his nose to a closed door off to the right
side.  Flinging it open, he found his little bitch had clearly just gotten out
of the shower when he called out the trigger words, as evidenced by the water
puddled on the floor under him and pouring off of his hair in small streams. 
The boy was in obvious need of release based off of the purple color of his
cock and his frantic stoking of it.  Fenrir would have to remember to
compliment that smug bastard Tom about the effectiveness of his spell if it was
that immediate and all-consuming in such a short time.  Of course the fertility
potions may have had a hand in it as well.
　
          Taking a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak to his new
bitch was a mistake, Fenrir quickly discovered as the scent of pheromones
screaming of fertility, that had been muted by the closed door, were
overpowering in the small room.  The high humidity from the steam produced by
the hot shower didn't help as it intensified the aroma.  Suddenly overcome by
his wolf's instincts to mate the fertile bitch, it was all Fenrir was able to
do to hold on to the fact that he had to wait to claim the sweet puppy's virgin
hole until later, after moonrise.  Instead he strode the short distance between
the two of them, placed both hands on the other's shoulders, and forced him
down onto his knees before Fenrir.
　
          Ordinarily, Fenrir would have made the little male open his trousers
and take out the now aching and fully erect cock on his own, but Fenrir
couldn't wait even that long.  Snarling as his leather belt got hung up in its
loops before finally snapping free, Fenrir ripped apart his pants, ignoring the
way that the buttons covering his cock flew about the room, and slid his
trousers and small clothes just out of the way enough to allow the fully
aroused length freedom from within its constrictive environment.  He didn't
have time to say or do anything else as the second that bobbing and drooling
cock was exposed to the air and eyesight of the boy, Harry had immediately
leaned forward and began using his new canine tongue to lap at it. 
　
          After a few swipes of that broad and agile tongue, Fenrir had had
enough. 
　
          Grabbing ahold of the bitch at the root of his ears, Fenrir snapped
his hips forward, forcing his cock past the the boy's lips, over his tongue,
and deep into his throat.  Holding his needy cock still for a moment, Fenrir
took the opportunity to savor the feeling of the boy's throat spasming around
his aching length as the bitch choked on the blockage.
　
          "Ah...that's right bitch.  Take it all.  Tom was right,"  Fenrir
growled out, his eyes closed partially in pleasure as he looked down into the
watering, emerald-hued eyes of the one servicing him.  "You really are a cum-
slut.  Such a good one too...So tight around me and you do have such pretty
little lips.  I look forward to making them swollen and bruised."
　
          Fenrir finally withdrew before beginning a harsh pattern that
involved repeatedly leaving his cock deep within Harry's throat for the boy to
choke around it, before withdrawing it enough to slap the boy on his lips and
tongue with it a time or two, then pushing and pulling the length in and out of
the moist, hot cavern that was Harry's mouth before shoving it all the way down
to the root till the boy was choking around it again.  All the while holding
tightly to the boy so that Fenrir could more easily control the manner in which
he fucked Harry's mouth.  Feeling his end rapidly approaching, and knowing that
this close to the full moon's rising with the overwhelming pheromones in the
air he would have more of his wolf's traits in use than just that of improved
scent, Fenrir withdrew his cock just a bit as his felt his end begin to crest
over him and a small buldge begin to form at the base of his erection.
         
          "Better take a deep breath bitch.  You are about to get all the cum
to drink that a cum-slut like you could wish for."
　
          After saying that, Fenrir slammed forward one last time, ensuring
that his entire cock was buried to the hilt within the boy's mouth as he
orgasmed.  And as he came, the knot at the base of his penis, meant for locking
him and his bitch together to ensure that no sperm leaked away and was wasted
during mating, expanded and filled as he finally began to pulse out copius
amounts of sperm.  The knot filling his mouth meant that the boy had no other
choice but to swallow repeatedly if he wished to avoid choking to death,
prolonging the intense orgasm for Fenrir as the boy kept milking his pulsing
length everytime his throat constricted around it.
 
          It took fifteen minutes for the swelling at the base of his cock to
go down enough to finally allow the two of them to disconnect, and the whole
time they were connected, Fenrir took great delight in fondling the wolf ears
that graced the boy's head as he talked to his bitch about how Fenrir couldn't
wait to knot his bitch's sweet boy-pussy and pump his seed so deep and so often
into the other that the boy would be able to taste him in his throat by the
time the sun rose.  It was also highly arousing to Fenrir to note that every
time he moved, he caused the little bitch to have difficulties breathing.  He
might just have to arrange a time to have some fun with breath play once the
bitch wasn't knocked up as it wouldn't do to cause damage to any cubs the
little one would be providing.
　
          Once he was able to withdraw his, now deflated and spent, cock,
Fenrir was able to concentrate a bit more on what his inner wolf was trying to
tell him.  Feeling a pleased, feral grin spread across his face at the
knowledge that it was only a handful of minutes until the full moon rose and
allowed his transformation, Fenrir ordered the bitch to get on the bed on his
hands and knees and be ready to present himself for mating. 
　
          Harry, panting harshly as he tried to catch his breath after the
assualt on his mouth, could only do as he was told.  His new, completely
imposed upon him instincts, were overwhelming him with the need to be mated and
pumped full of seed, wanting to be swelled full of cubs to the point of pain as
they squirmed within him.  Harry knew that something had been added to his
meals as the need to be pregnant was a new one within the last few days, but it
was with him now and he needed it so badly that it was almost painful.  He had
been getting so desperate that today he had been toying with the idea of
wanking and using his cum to try and impregnate himself.  As a part of him
howled and screamed and cried out at the wrongness being done to him, the
majority part was overwhelming pleased that such a strong Alpha had finally
come along to aid his deep seated need.
　
          Getting a tiny whine and a nudge from Harry before the boy slid past
and quickly left the room, Fenrir made short work of the remainder of his
clothing before striding out into the bedroom again.  Seeing the boy had
assumed the proper position; head down, ass up, and knees spread far apart,
placing his hole on prominent display as it leaked slick everywhere, caused
Fenrir to quickly regain his erection.  Even as his inner wolf took over at the
sight and scent, making Fenrir stride forward intent on mating the bitch
immediately, he knew that he needed to wait until he was wolf form.  Thankfully
the moon finally rose, flooding the room with its bright light through the one
window afforded the room.
　
          Howling, Fenrir fell to the floor, his body twisting and convulsing
as it changed from that of a man with wolf instincts to that of a wolf with a
man's intelligence.  His change had never been all that painful ever since he
had accepted his inner wolf and allowed it to have a say in his day to day
life, but tonight, his wolf could tell that something had been done to it and
was slightly angry.  The anger had been tempered by the knowledge that whatever
had been down was purely temporary and would be dealt with in time, as well as
the knowledge that there was a highly fertile bitch waiting for him as part of
the payment for giving up a portion of himself.  He may not be able to fully
and completely claim the bitch as his breeding partner as some inner part of
him was nagging at him about, but the bitch had been provided so that he may
sire strong cubs upon it.
　
          Now fully transformed, a massive dark grey wolf stood in the place
where the equally massive human version of Fenrir had been standing just
moments before.  Giving itself a shake to settle its fur, the wolf then pulled
back its upper lips in a fearsome looking snarl as it scented harshly at the
air within the room that it found itself within, unlike the magnificent
outdoors where it was in the habit of being when allowed out to play.  The
scents that greeted it were very welcome as it indicated that the other part of
itself was indeed correct in its knowledge.  The scent in the air absolutely
indicated that a fertile, breeding bitch had been presented to Fenrir.   
　
　
          Stalking forward, the powerful wolf drew even with the end of the
bed.  Pausing very briefly to scent the air once again, ensuring that there
were no others near that might try and interfere with mating, the wolf easily
stepped on on the bed behind the bitch as it waited to be filled.  Stretching
out his neck, Fenrir buried his nose deep into the center of the ambrosia like
scent, inhaling for all he was worth and taking in the information given to him
by his nose.  He was able to clearly tell that this bitch was untried by any,
was extremely fertile, and was quite powerful.  Cubs produced from this mating
would be strong additions to his pack.  So enticing was the scent, Fenrir could
feel his penis slip out from its furry sheath as it filled with blood.  Pulling
back only slightly, the wolf let out its tongue to sample the slick the breeder
was producing.
 
          Harry had been able to hear everything occurring behind him.  First
the transformation, then the sound of the wolf moving up to the bed.  It was
also very easy to tell when the wolf stepped onto the bed as the mattress
depressed under the massive weight.  Through all of this, Harry remained
silent, his tail curled up and over his back to allow the wolf access to that
private place of his that was aching to be filled; that tiny part of him,
knowing that having sex with a wolf was wrong on many, many levels kept him
from opening his mouth and drawing the beast's attention faster.  However, that
resolve crumbled the moment the wolf stuck its nose flat up against his needy
hole and when the flat, broad tongue licked a stripe up from his tight balls,
over his perenium, and then slipped past his guardian muscles and into his hot,
wet, needy entrance, Harry could hold back no longer.  He let out a desperate
whine and pushed back against the wriggling muscle, trying to get it in deeper
to soothe the need that caused an ache deep within him.
 
          Fenrir, after a brief sampling of the bitch's slick to see how ready
she was to mate, decided that it was absolutely fine to proceed as she was very
receptive to his tongue.  Humping up his back half the rest of the way onto the
bed, Fenrir moved into position, placing his front paws on either side of the
whimpering bitch, letting his weight settle on the other to hold the new
breeder in place, and hopping forward until the tip of his fully exposed penis
was touching the other's wet entrance.  Giving a quick snap of his hips, Fenrir
hilted his bitch for the first time that night, knowing that it wouldn't be the
last as he intended to mate the bitch repeatedly throughout the summer night. 
Shame that the bitch was fertile in the off cycle as Fenrir would have much
preferred mating in winter when the nights were much longer.
　
          Having felt his new breeder tense up under him, Fenrir graciously
waited a second or so for the former virgin to settle a bit then began to
rapidly pound his cock into the moist, hot nirvana that it found itself in. 
Never pausing for a moment after starting, ignoring the sounds the other was
making, Fenrir could feel his balls tighten and his knot begin to form as his
orgasm rapidly approached.  Bending his neck down, and twisting it slightly so
he could get to the neck of the tiny bitch, Fenrir opened his mouth and encased
the slim neck of his breeding bitch with teeth that could tear out the throat
of a wizard with no difficulty what-so-ever.  However, he merely held the neck
tightly as his hips pistoned faster before, with a final viscious thrust, he
slammed them forward, using his grip on the other's neck to hold the bitch in
place as he forced his knot past the tight ring of muscle for the first time
ever in her life.  He was promptly locked tightly into place against the bitch
as his knot swelled and began to pulse his seed deep into the waiting, fertile
depths, the bulbous knot the only thing keeping the copious amounts of hot seed
from backing up the channel and flowing outwards to be wasted.
　
          Harry howled as he felt the intrusion of the other's cock into a
place that had never known such an action before.  And when Fenrir began to
piston in and out after only a second's pause, Harry thought that he might be
maimed for life.  He couldn't comprehend at that moment that others chose to do
this for pleasure, especially when the bulbus bit that he could feel at the
base of the other's cock began to swell.  Harry thought that the swelling knot
was going expand in such a way that it wouldn't be able to slide back and forth
anymore and would simply pull his insides, out, as Fenrir continued his harsh
pace.  It wasn't until that last viscious thrust, the one that forced that damn
knot into him for the last time, that Harry had some inkling as to why some
males enjoyed having sex with other males. 
　
          When that knot was finally forced deep into him, it pushed up against
something, and stayed there as it pulsed cum deep into his abused insides, that
caused stars to burst in his vision, finally allowing Harry some relief from
his aching, swollen cock as he came without one touch to it from the time he
got on the bed until now.  Spraying seed over the duvet under him, Harry howled
his completion before collasping into the mess as he was unable to support the
weight of the massive wolf any longer.  He was only held up by the knot that
was pulling tight within him as the wolf supported its own weight finally after
releasing the hold it had held on his neck.
　
          Just as Harry was beginning to think that he would only have to do
this once and that the knot would just stay there the rest of the night, it
shrunk enough to allow it to slide out, causing Harry to fall the rest of the
way onto the bed.  Laying there, thinking that the wolf would need some form of
recovery time, Harry allowed himself a brief bit of hope that he wouldn't have
to mate that often tonight, even as his body was demanding that it
needed,craved, more.  Harry was abused of this hope when the massive wolf
easily nudged him into a position that had his front half face down on the
bedding with his feet flat to the floor and spread apart.  The only warning
that he had that the wolf was ready again, was when the mattress depressed
under the heavy weight as the beast settled over him again.  Harry wanted to
scream in horror and pain as his entrance was speared yet again, but he instead
found himself whimpering in need and thrusting backwards this time, trying to
have more of that monster's prick buried deep within him.
　
　
          His need to be bred finally overcoming that last little resistance
that niggled and nagged at him, Harry succomed to the call of the imposed
instincts for the rest of the night, almost attacking the massive beast
whenever it paused for a moment in his need to be stuffed full of the monster's
cum, desperate to be bred and fat with cubs.
　
Chapter End Notes
     After doing a bit of research on Fenrir, I couldn't find any mention
     of what color his wolf was and so used the color of his hair, which
     was listed as grey. I also went with a classic man to full wolf
     transformation, my reasoning being that if they only transformed into
     partial monsters it would be ridiculously easy to identify them on
     full moons and take them out with spells and silver. I would also be
     interested in what animal form Tom should have as his animagus. I'm
     leaning towards a large cat as they have those very interesting
     additions to their penis.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
　
　
          Harry groaned as he forced his gritty eyes open against the goop
sealing them shut.  While most of what occured in the last 24 hours was a blur
in his mind, there was enough that was recognizable that it was with no
surprise that he found himself waking in Fenrir Greyback's arms, tightly held
against the other's body.  Grunting and huffing as he tried to wriggle out of
the arms entraping him, Harry only succeeded in freeing one of his arms, which
he then used to rub at his eyes in an attempt to clean them up slightly.
 
          As Harry did that, he mentally swore and cursed at the situation he
found himself in as well as the stupid, 'those-in-charge-always-know-what-is-
right' mentality of wizards.  It seemed that in 95% of the population, the
ability to use pointy sticks to access their magic also took away the means of
thinking for themselves.  The fact that adults felt it was a wonderful thing to
give him, an underage boy, into the hands of the person responsible for so much
death and destruction over the decades was appalling to Harry.  They had
basically sold him off as a slave without reading the fine print in order to
save their own arses.  While he had dreamed of having a normal life; one filled
with friends, a future job, spouse, and possibly children, the people in charge
had been brokering deals to see him sold off like a piece of chattel. 
　
　
          Harry knew he was a survivor.  Hell, the almost 10 years living with
the Durselys had been proof, if one needed to look further beyond what he had
managed to overcome in the first few years at Hogwarts.  He would be able to
find a way through this somehow.  Until then, he would just have to try and
develop more of the Slytherin traits that the Sorting Hat had seen in him if he
didn't want to be more damaged than could be surmounted.  He just
wished...well, it didn't matter what he wished.  He would just have to cope.
　
　
          Huffing and giving up on the mess still caked on his lashes until he
could bathe, Harry began to mentally pysch himself up in order to tackle the
problem of the arms wrapped around him again.  Wriggling and using his free
arm, Harry was finally able to twist enough in the arms to bring himself face
to chest with Fenrir.  Bracing his hand against the broad expanse of skin and
manovering his legs until they were placed against the massive trunks that were
Fenrir's limbs,  Harry pushed until, slowly but surely, he managed to get
enough pressure against the other that the arms trapping him began to release. 
Pausing for a moment to catch his breath, Harry then repositioned his limbs
before beginning to strain his muscles again as one of his body's needs made
itself known in the form of a highly pressured bladder. 
 
           He was getting rather desperate to leave the bed, and if this didn't
work, Fenrir would find out just why he was so frantic to leave as he would be
woken up by Harry pissing all over the passed out male, himself, and the bed. 
Harry couldn't believe how bad the pressure on his bladder was getting.  He
knew he had used the toilet during the drugged and bespelled sex frenzy of the
last day, but the increasingly intense need to empty his bladder was going to
drive him mad.
　
          Not getting anywhere in his pushes other than a bit of slack, Harry
saw no other way to escape the were-wolf's clutches except that of last
resort.  Pulling back as much as he could in the small amount of slack
achieved, Harry quickly and accurately raised his knee.  He was rewarded by the
arms immediately being pulled away as they slid down to cradle the injured bits
while Fenrir doubled over and growled.  Suddenly realizing that maybe kneeing
one of the most vicious were-wolves ever known in the groin wasn't such a good
idea, Harry made good on the freedom granted to him by the lack of encircling
arms and slid across the bed.  However, when he reached the edge and went to
stand up, his lower back spasmed in pain, causing his legs to buckle underneath
him and sending him crashing to the floor.
　
          Keening in pain from the agony radiating up his spine from how he
landed on his harshly used backside, a backside that felt oddly and
disturbingly full and stretched, Harry rolled over.  He knew that placing
weight on his stomach would only make his insistent bladder worse and at this
point would probably result in him peeing all over the floor and himself, so he
rolled onto his knees with his bum up in the air.  Reaching down under himself
to see if he could figure out what was causing the burning stretch of his anal
muscles, Harry was disturbed to feel that his lower abdomin was swollen. 
Raising up on his knees so that he could see better, Harry looked down at
himself.
　
　
          He was covered in bites, scratches, and bruises.  But it was the
sight of his bulging, swollen stomach that alarmed Harry the most.  Had he been
injured so severely that he was bleeding internally?  There was no way that he
was already so pregnant that it could possibly show this much. 
　
          At the thought of being pregnant, all thoughts of his desperate
bladder fled his mind and Harry couldn't stop himself from cradling the bump
and yipping happily, his tail wagging rapidly behind him and his ears rising in
interest.  Arousal began to flood his body as his hands fondled and caressed
across his rounded stomach and caught on several of his new nipples, while he
fantasized about being largely swollen and stuffed full of babies like a part
of him was aching for.  Harry could feel his cock give an interested twitch
followed immediately by a sharp, burning pain from the same part of his body.
　
          Forcing himself to ignore the daze that settled into his brain at the
thought of being pregnant, Harry slid his hand down the bump in a caress,
trying to ignore the one nipple that had gotten in the way, until he arrived at
the tip of his cock and found the reason for the pain. 
　
          There was something inserted into the slit of his penis. 
　
          Grabbing frantically at the odd protrusion, Harry tried, and failed,
to pull it out.  Bending his head and craning his neck as best he could to try
and see around his plump middle, Harry could just make out the flash of a
purple jewel before the back of his neck was grasped harshly in large, muscular
hands.
　
          "Now that wasn't very nice, was it bitch?"  Fenrir growled as he
turned his breeder to face him.  Looking down from his place on the bed, Fenrir
was over come with lust at the sight before him.
　
          Harry was kneeling on the floor, his legs spread apart which placed
his cock and the jeweled sound that Fenrir slid into him on full display below
the curved, swollen belly that made the boy look pregnant.  Fenrir hadn't been
able to resist using the sound on the beautiful boy when he saw it in the
drawer next to the matching anal plug that he shoved into the boy's sweet hole
to hold in all the wolf's seed as soon as he changed back into a human.  Both
toys were capped with a deep purple stone, Fenrir thought it was probably
amathyst, and looked fantastic against the bitches flawless white skin.  Fenrir
had gotten so hard that the sight of the purple jewel winking at him as the
boy's hole spasmed around the massive plug he had shoved in, that he only had
to pull at his cock twice before he was cumming all over that glorious sight.
　
          Harry whined and pulled at the thing blocking his cock, trying to
ignore the painful grasp Fenrir had on his neck.  He neededto get this damn
thing out!  His straining bladder wasn't going to wait any longer.
　
          Fenrir, seeing how frantically the boy was pulling at the toy,
accurately guessed that the boy wanted it gone and figured that it had
something to do with the absolutely rude awakening he had.  Ignoring the
increasingly desperate whimpers coming from his bitch, Fenrir decided to
explain a bit about wizarding sex toys.
　
          "Ya might as well give off yer pulling.  It'll stay there until I say
otherwise.  Neat bit about wizarding sex toys is that they can do some bloody
fantastic shit via voice, no use of a wand, just as long as yer touching the
bit ya want to have fun with.  Fer example, that bit I shoved inta yer tight
little hole, I set to flush any waste outta ya without removing my wolf's seed
as well as swell up with a knot at the base.  And it'll stay there until it
gets confirmed that you're up the duff.  But they can do so much more,"  Fenrir
said as he reached out a hand and placed a finger on the sound. 
　
          "Expand one."
　
          Harry howled in pain as the thing blocking his channel expanded,
forcing him open around it.
　
          Fenrir, his finger still in place on the toy, smirked and spoke
again, before removing his finger and leaning back.
　
           "Share space."
　
          And with that, all of the liquid that had been held in place by the
combination of bladder control and blocked passage, spilled out as one of the
two stoppers seemed to fail.
　
          Harry, held up solely be the strong hands of Fenrir at this point,
howled and whimpered and whined as he felt himself unable to halt the burning
outflow of liquid waste as it left him via a passage that felt to him like it
was both stoppered full and completely opened.  Harry was mortified as he knelt
on the expensive carpets in a warm, growing puddle of his own piss, so much so
that tears began to flow from his eyes without concious thought.
　
           "So beautiful,"  Fenrir said quietly to himself as he beheld the
slight boy, crying, soiled, and defiled, kneeing before him.
Chapter End Notes
     I would like to point out that I had no idea that this chapter would
     turn out this way. And that it clearly lists in the warning that I
     tend to miss warnings.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Not beta'd in the slightest. Sorry for any mistakes, but it was a
     massive chapter and I just couldn't bring myself to read back over it
     before posting.
          "There must be some way of rewarding house elves,"  Voldemort began
as he stopped just inside the doorway of his co-ruler's room.  "Demmy has
proven once again that he is able to anticipate my every desire and ensure that
it becomes a reality."
 
　
          The reason he had stopped was because the sight of Harry Potter,
Light Lord of the new government, sent his libido skyrocketing and trying to
walk after attaining an instant erection is not the best of ideas.  After
pausing for a moment to readjust himself so that he would be able to make his
way the short distance to the bed without difficulties.  Once there, Tom was
able to bask in the perfection that was bound on the bed before him.
 
          Demmy had arranged the boy so that he was hanging from the ceiling
hooks over the center of his bed, his knees just barely reaching the surface. 
His wrists were constrained in wide cuffs that matched the elegant, delicately
enameled spreader bar attached to just under his knees, forcing the boy's legs
wide open and leaving his entrance bare to view along with his cock and balls,
Demmy apparently having used the control given him by being Tom's personal elf
to remove Harry's tail to allow for an unobstructed view.  Thus allowing Tom to
fully appreciate the sight of a large, emerald green jewel that flashed from
between the boy's round ass cheeks.
　
 
          Tom reached down and pulled on the gem, thus revealing that Demmy had
used one of the largest plugs avaible without spelling it bigger.  Smirking,
Tom shoved the plug back in without any warning, pleased when it drew a muffled
wail from his future bed mate.  Trailing his fingers downwards just a bit, he
felt something wrapped around the heavy balls that could be seen hanging
between the slim, boyish legs. 
 
          Moving slightly until he was around to the side of the bed, instead
of just behind the thing, Tom drew in a harsh breath as he saw more of the boy
and resolved to see that Demmy was given a massive reward.  The elf had seen to
it that the boy was intensely aroused, as evidenced by the coupious amounts of
drips on the bedspread, before binding his fully erect cock with emerald green,
silken cords that also wrapped around his heavy, pulsing sack.  Allowing his
gaze to rise from the beautiful contrast of green silk and purple/red angry
flesh, Tom saw more bits of delicately enameled silver;  this timw in the form
of chains and clamps.  Harry's bottom four nipples had been pinched and pulled
to sharp peaks before having nipple clamps attached.  But that wasn't all,
Demmy had run silver chains to connect all of the nipples together so that all
a person had to do was pull on the chain and Harry would have all four of the
nipples pulled on simultaneously, while leaving the original two nipples
available to play with in other manners.
　
 
          Harry had also had a matching collar latched onto him, one which Tom
recognized as having a built in chain function.  His raven locks had been left
unbound, but curled into some semblance of order and he had a large o-ring gag
placed in his mouth and latched securely around his head, holding his mouth
open and ready to service Tom and Fenrir, who had yet to arrive.  Demmy had
even gone so far as to enhance the boy's already delicate looks with some
unobtrusive make-up, making the boy look even younger and more innocent, like
he was just waiting for someone to come along and plunder his body.  The boy
had emerald studs piercing up the outside of his ears; the right ear left with
just the studs but the left ear had them connected via multiple silver chains.
　
 
          Tom reached out a hand and carressed Harry's face, following the
contours of the boy's high cheek bones before trailing his fingers down over
the black leather straps, under his chin, and further down onto his chest. 
Pinching a nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, Tom pulled at it and
rolled it carelessly as he watched Harry attempt to thrash as the sensations
traveled down to his constrained groin.  Voldemort was pleased to note that the
cuffs Harry was suspended from the ceiling by were properly calibrated to allow
for a minimum of traction for the boy as he failed to do anything other than
sway back and forth on his chains, his knees not allowing him to gain any
purchase on the bedding.
　
 
          Wanting to play a bit, but knowing that he had agreed to wait on
Fenrir's presence, Voldemort reluctantly released the swollen, abused nub and
stepped away from the bound offering on the bed.  He decided to share some
information with Harry as a way to pass the time instead.  Spinning in place,
and causing his heavy, black silk, embroidered robes to flair, Tom stalked over
to the fireplace and the over-sized, wingback chairs he favored.  He didn't sit
so much as collapse in the seat once he was there, snapping his fingers as he
did so.  He was promptly rewarded by a levitating tray loaded down with several
bottles of liquor and cut crystal glasses.
　
 
          After serving himself a glass of well-aged whiskey, Tom
surreptitiously adjusted himself, leaned back in the chair, and let himself
feast on the enticing display while sipping his drink.
　
 
           "You might be interested to know that all is going very well in the
Wizarding world.  Now that my decrees are going into effect, there have been
severe decreases in anti-muggle violence or mischief causing a massive cutback
in the numbers of obliviations being performed.  Taking a muggle-born witch or
wizard from their birth parents and substituting a muggle child from an
orphanage has been quite successful.  We've also gotten squib re-training
centers set up so that they may be trained to do some jobs in the wizarding
world as, after much study, it has been determined that while they may not have
much in the way of magic, their decendants have the chance to become full-blown
magic users, hence those muggle-borns are mislabled and are in fact just re-
claimed old bloodlines being brought back into their rightful world.  Although
since they do have filthy, mud-blood in their lines from marrying muggles, they
will not be eligible to achieve the same exalted ranks as those from proper
bloodlines.  Only their grand-children will be afforded such an opportunity as
they will be considered among the pure.
　
 
          "Speaking of children and such,"  Tom began as he noticed the door
opening to allow Fenrir entrance.  "You both will be pleased to know that the
Healer confirmed that the fertility potions worked exceptionally well."
　
 
          Fenrir, after just standing in aroused shock in the opened door,
shook his head and forcibly dragged his attention over to where the Dark Lord
was seated.  Closing the door after himself, Fenrir walked to the bed and began
to run his hands over the bound boy, unable to stop himself from touching as
much naked skin as possible.  Reaching around, Fenrir placed both hands tightly
on his bitch's abdomin before asking the question that was dying to get out
ever since hearing Tom's last sentence.
　
 
          "How well are you talking about?"
　
 
          Tom carelessly set his glass down on the floating tray before rising
and gliding back over to the bed.  Fisting his hand into the tangled mass of
black curls, he forced Harry's head into a position that would guarantee eye
contact.
　
 
          "According to the Healer, the two of you will become the proud
parents of a litter of naturally born were-wolf cubs in about 60 days.  He said
that there are between 3 and 8 fetuses and that he would be able to give a more
accurate count once the pregnancy is further along.  Healer Smithe said to
increase the boy's calorie and vitamin intake to support the cubs and gave the
elves a detailed meal plan for them to follow while the boy is pregnant as well
as a slightly different one for after the birth and the boy is nursing them. 
Healer Smithe also recomended,"  here Tom paused and smirked while desire
washed over him again,  "that the boy's anal passage is kept well stretched, to
allow for an easier delivery when it is time. 
 
　
          "The only restrictions Smithe placed were nothing that could cause
more than minor tearing, as an infection in his passage could take root far too
quickly and would be dangerous for the cubs, and to leave in a plug of
increasing girth with cleansing spells after the 50th day with full supervision
as the birth could come at any time between the 60th and 63rd day."
　
 
          "Well then,"  Fenrir growled as he released his hold on his pupped
bitch.  "Let's have a bit of fun."
 
          Tom, ignoring the tears welling up and spilling over from verdent
eyes, brushed his thumb over the boy's plump lips as they strained over the
large ring gag holding his mouth open.  Stepping back slightly, Tom waved a
hand over first himself, then Fenrir, wandlessly and wordlessly banishing the
constricting clothing.
　
 
          Having already agreed to Voldemort mounting the boy first, Fenrir
went around to the head of the bed, climbed on, and grabbed ahold of the
hanging chain that kept Harry helplessly suspended and pulled, forcing the
chain to slide forward across the ceiling and down the wall.  He only stopped
sliding the chain when Harry's hands were attached to the top of the headboard,
placing the gagged mouth at the perfect height and causing the boy to sprawl
face down on the bed as the chains moved faster than his spread knees allowed
him to move.
　
 
          Grabbing ahold of a fistful of hair, Fenrir forced the boy's head to
turn towards him.  Pausing for just a moment to savor the look of pleading
denial on the bitch's face, Fenrir grasped his throbbing erection in his hand
and slowly fed it through the opening in the gag.  While he loved the way the
boy turned into a little cumslut, with excellent use of those puffy, swollen
lips around his girth, at the trigger phrase, he had to agree with Tom that
training the boy to his place would also be fun.  Seeing, and feeling, the
Light Lord, using every means possible to please his new masters of his own
free will was a turn on of massive proportions.  Maybe Fenrir could even talk
Tom around, once the boy was fully trained, into getting another boy and having
the two of them perform together, or having Harry take a de-aging potion until
he was just a child. 
　
 
          The thought of having two boys, one of them extremely young,
performing sex acts on one another before being used by both Tom and himself,
was so arousing to Fenrir that he shoved his cock brutally down Harry's throat
and held it there, ignoring the way that Harry drooled, choked, and struggled
for air as he savored the muscles constricting around his erection.  It was
only a matter of seconds later that Fenrir was shooting his cum into Harry,
although it did nothing for his erection that only flagged for a moment before
returning to full life as the boy's spasming throat muscles worked overtime to
swallow the load before choking on it. 
 
          Now that his aching, desperate need had been seen to, Fenrir was able
to  pull out and allow Harry to catch some of his breath back.  Determined to
pace himself better, Fenrir slowly pushed back in, settling into a slow rocking
pace that should allow him the control needed until he felt that it was time
for another orgasm.  This way he could pump his load all over the boy and enjoy
the way that young, fresh face would look as his seed dripped off of it.
　
　
          Tom, after letting Fenrir move Harry into a more convient position,
slid into place behind Harry.  Grabbing ahold of the spreader bar, Tom forced
Harry up onto his knees, forcing his ass to rise into the air.  Ignoring the
noises, grunts of satisfaction from Fenrir and faint whimpers over-laid with
choking noises from Harry, Tom reached out and gently caressed the skin around
the large, emerald, trailing his fingers around the entire gem several times
before finally taking a firm hold of the expensive toy.  Pulled on slowly but
steadily, the toy gradually slid free of the grasping channel, allowing Tom to
see the boy's entrance flair and stretch around the toy as it widened out from
the narrow neck at the base to a large bulbous middle almost 3 inches around
until it narrowed back down again at the tip.
　
          Fascinated by the sight of the boy's muscles as the quivered and
fluttered once empty, Tom slowly slid the massive girth back into the boy,
enjoying the way the toy had to be almost forced back into a place it had just
been removed from.  After several removals and re-entries, Tom slid the plug
out for the last time and set it to one side, not knowing if he would want to
use it again later.  For now thought, Tom decided that he had tortured himself
enough and, grateful for the way the boy had been thoroughly lubed, rose up
onto his knees. 
　
          Placing his cock at the entrance, and enjoying the way the muscles
fluttered against the tip, Tom watched in fascination as he easily slid forward
and into his prophesied downfall.  Grabbing tightly at the boy's hips to give
himself more control, Tom pushed the rest of the way into the channel, letting
out a gasp at the heat and tightness which surrounded his cock.  Pleased with
the healing and tightening properties of the lube brewed for him, Tom slowly
pulled back out, enjoying the way that the silken, inner walls grasped at him
in an attempt to keep him deeply inside.  Starting slowly, Tom gradually sped
up until he was pistoning in and out of the hole, his balls slapping harshly
against the smooth skin of his bed partner.
　
          Feeling his orgasm rapidily approaching after he had been thrusting
brutally into the boy for several minutes, Tom didn't hold back and with a roar
of satisfaction buried himself to the hilt as he sprayed his seed into the
depths of his cum-bucket.  Grunting softly in satisfaction as he pulsed out the
last of his sperm, Tom savored the sight of white cum oozing out the puffy, red
hole around his gradually softening length. 
 
          Looking up, Tom caught Fenrir's gaze.
　
          "What say you pull the chains back into the ceiling position?  That
way we can both have the boy's hole.  After all, the slut is obviously still
desperate for more if his insistant arousal is anything to go by,"  Tom said,
reaching around and tightly grasping Harry's bound erection in one fist.  "The
little cum-bucket would love to be filled by the both of us at once I'm sure. 
In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if we were filling the little slut's deepest
desire by doing so, especially if we were to give the boy the gift of a mild
enlargement charm on our cocks.  Nothing like two massive, 4 inch girths and 10
inch lengths at the same time to make a slut truly ecstatic."
　
          Fenrir pulled out of the his bitch's mouth with a feral grin.
　
          "Hell yeah!  That's a fantastic idea."
　
          Ignoring the frantic head shakes and whimpers of denial coming from
Harry, Fenrir moved the hanging chains back into their original place in the
center of the ceiling over the bed.  Voldemort left him to that as he rose from
the mattress and summoned his wand, unwilling to use wandless magic for
something so precise and potenially painfull if done wrong.  He carefully cast
an engorgio on his cock that was hovering at half erect having spent itself so
recently, but was still immensly interested in the further use of the boy. 
After re-sizing himself to the proper proportions, he then set about re-sizing
Fenrir.  While both of them were well-endowed naturally, the thought of
thrusting two monster erections into the burning heat of their unwilling
consort was too good to pass up:  so much more skin contact as the boy would
seize and cramp around them.  And the feeling of another cock rubbing against
his as they struggled to fit into the tight channel...bliss, utter bliss.
　
　
          Lightly and gently fondling himself as he waited for the blood to
fill his over-sized cock, Tom watched on in pleasure as Fenrir manipulated the
spreader bar until the boy's knees were seperated, raised, and attached to the
hanging chain, leaving the boy's weight totally suspended with no other
support, before he finally grabbed hold of the spread open legs and pulled the
boy onto his massive cock using the remaining lube and Tom's cum to ease his
passage. 
　
 
          Making his way back onto the bed, after making a detour to the toy
drawer in the nightstand after remembering the Healer's directions about major
tearing, Tom knelt behind the writhing bodies, fully aroused.  However, knowing
that this bit of fun is only allowed if no harm is done to the cubs, Tom
carefully slid the slim, crystal rod that he pulled from the drawer into the
boy alongside of the Fenrir's cock, making sure to leave one finger on it.
　
 
          "Slowly, carefully, expand 3 by 9 inches.  Glow when done."
 
          Withdrawing, Tom met Fenrir's enquiring gaze and answered the
unspoken question.
 
          "We forgot, in the heat of the moment, about the Healer's warning
about tearing.  While I would much prefer to just slam home along side of you,
I do remember that the cubs' safety was a part of this agreement."
　
 
          Getting a grunt in acknowledgement, Tom was also rewarded when Fenrir
slowed down, obviously expressing his support for the plan.  While they waited
for the rod to expand safely, the two of them set about playing with the boy: 
tugging on his nipple chains (Tom), suckling on the two free nubbins (Fenrir as
he imagined nursing from his bitch), and both of them fondling the tightly bond
and constricted cock and balls as Fenrir slowly rocked back and forth, making
sure to hit the boy's prostate, causing him to howl in pleasure amidst the
whimpers and whines of distress.
　
 
          Finally, nearing half an hour after coming up with the idea, Tom was
able to pull the crystal rod out and force his expanded erection into the tight
channel alongside that of his most important ally.  Letting out a sigh composed
of pleasure and relief, Tom signalled Fenrir and the two of them began a slow,
alternating, thrust and removal, ensuring that the boy was kept constantly full
and that his prostate was continuously assaulted.  The two of them kept the
pace slow and steady, gradually speeding up as the feeling of slick cocks
sliding against one another in tight, grasping heat became overwhelming.
　
 
          Tom, feeling his balls drawing up tight against his body, knew that
he was rapidly reaching the end of his endurance and, wanting to heighten the
pleasure, reached around Harry.  Forcing his hand in between Fenrir and the
boy, he grasped the bound erection firmly and silently banished the cords
before beginning to stroke the smooth length in time with his thrusts.  Tom was
rewarded when, after only a handful of pulls, Harry's cock pulsed seed all over
his hand and the tight channel began to spasm around him as the orgasm caused
the boy's muscles to seize up.  The spasming muscles triggered his own orgasm
as the sheath of muscles tightly grasped at the invaders; the pulsing of
Fenrir's cock against his own indicating that the were-wolf had quickly found
his own release in the bliss of constricting, spasming muscles.
　
　
          Gasping for air and feeling incredibly relaxed, Tom allowed his hold
on the engorgement charm to fade, letting the two slack cocks easily fall out
of the hole that was gaping open, in search of something far larger.  Ignoring
the copius amounts of cum that dripped out of the over-stretched ring of
muscles onto his cock and the bedding below, Tom rose from the bed and slowly
made his way back over to the floating drinks tray, not really surprised when
Fenrir rose and followed after him.  Pouring out a shot of the Firewhiskey the
other preferred and handing it over without a word, Tom silently contemplated
the happenings of the night as he prepared a drink for himself and planned out
the first of the public viewings that were coming up and required both the Lord
of Darkness and the Light Lord to make appearances at.  He was drawn from his
musings by Fenrir.
　
 
          "You know,"  Fenrir spoke up after shooting back his first glass and
pouring out another,  "I had a couple of thoughts for some fun with the bitch,
once he's trained up right of course."
　
 
          "Oh really?"  Voldemort asked, intrigued and pleased to pulled away
from thoughts of work.  "Please, sit and share with me."
　
　
          Fenrir settled into one of the fireside seats with relish, immensely
looking forward to sharing his ideas for the future use of their toy with his
Lord and partner.  Both men ignoring the sobbing boy as he hung in his chains
and jewels while cum oozed out of his thoroughly used entrance.
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
          It had been nearly two weeks since that night when Tom had first had
the pleasure of using the Light Lord's delectable little body to sate his needs
along side Fenrir Greyback and since that time, he had only been able to free
up one other chance to use the boy.  And that had still been over a week
earlier. 
 
          Currently the Dark Lord was alone in his office, trying to remember
just why it was that he wanted to be the one in charge as he sat behind his
ornate desk and tried to deal with the headache the combination of paperwork
and rapidly approaching deadline that was the first appearance for all of the
ruling Lords had given him.  Meaning that he needed to come up with a way to
ensure that Harry behaved himself and failed to speak of what was done to him
behind closed doors as some of it might be taken as a break in the treaty that
he signed on his magic to uphold.  Of course the idiots would never accept the
fact that he still had his magic as proof that he was abiding by the terms of
the peace accord and would thus plunge their world back into another war.
 
          'Shame that stupidity can't be made illegal and the idiots sterilized
so that they can't pass down their genes to future generations.'
 
          Tom sighed as he rubbed at his temples in a futile effort to ease his
aching head as he lost himself in rambling thought once again.
 
          Staring down blankly at the offending bit of parchment that was the
invitation to the ball being thrown in honor of the first, scheduled session of
the re-made Wizengamut, as opposed to the sessions that had been in emergency
mode as the different fractions hammered out a new set of rules that all sides
could agree on for the moment.  Those sessions had also seen to the adding of a
neutral party, being ruled by the Lord of Grey.  Or in this case Lady, as
Amelia Bones was unanimously voted in as such by those that felt a pull to
neither the Dark nor the Light in the new government.
 
           After the emergency governmental sessions had come to a mutually
agreed ending last week, those seated had decided that since everything major
had been hammered out to some satisfaction, it was now time to work on the
minor items of proper government as well as smoothing out the fine details of
the roughed in agreements.  And that included working further on the 'Heir and
a Spare' legislation that he had had Lucius push though, making it a law that
all witches and wizards that were able to do so contribute to expanding the
declining numbers of the wizarding world.  The only out was for valid medical
reasons.  Part of the new sessions would be to finalize the contracts that
Ministry would be overseeing; everything from a one child, no visitation,
donor/surrogate only option up to and including the full bonding of the pair. 
Hence the ball being given in honor of the starting session as people began to
try and find an acceptable match before penalties began to come into play for
delaying. 
 
          Which meant that everyone who was important in the new set-up had to
be in attendance.
 
          Damn it.
 
          How in hell was he going to get Harry to the Ball and enforce proper
behavior on the brat.
 
          Imperious? 
 
          No, no that won't work.  The boy has repeatedly shown that he can
throw off that handy little behavior modifier and if Barty hadn't already been
kissed, something would have to be done to the man to show him exactly how
appreciative Tom was over Harry being cursed with the damn spell to the point
of immunity.
 
          One of the rather difficult to brew and expensive behavior modifying
potions?  That did have some promise.  After all, what was the point in having
access to the best Potions Master on British soil if he wasn't used. 
 
           Tom perked up at the thought of having Severus brew a Draught of
Coactivam Persuasione that he could force on Harry, thus guaranteeing the boy's
full compliance for one full week, before slumping back into his desk chair
once again.
 
          How could he have forgotten that as part of the security measures -
ones that he had even pushed for! - there would be extensive charms on the
entranceways to any official government function from now on.  Charms that
would detect any form of mental coercion, whether via spell or potion, thus
ensuring that no one could later make any claims that would invalidate any of
the laws being passed.  For Melin's sake, it was why he had had to stop having
that old coot's lemon drops re-formulated.  Although he did have a few slipped
into the batches that did other things.
 
          Tom snickered as he remembered the pensieved memory Severus had
shared from the last staff meeting.  Seeing Dumbledore arguing with the tiny
devil perched on his shoulder that looked just like himself, but dressed in a
tight, red suit complete with horns, a tail, and a pitch fork while an angel
wearing blindingly white robes perched on his other shoulder, strumming a harp
and ignoring the commotion had been worth every bit of time spent to create the
blasted spell and potion combination.  And when the devil on his shoulder
started spouting off about the "Greater Good", Tom had laughed so hard that he
had almost passed out do to lack of oxygen.  According to Severus, the effect
had lasted for the entire day which had been priceless as there had also been a
required meeting for the International Confederation of Wizards that evening.
 
          The pensieved memories that Severus had provided, both from
Dumbledore's day at Hogwarts and the ones he had somehow obtained from the ICW
meeting, had been absolutely priceless.
 
          However, that still didn't get him any closer to solving the matter
of getting his ever-so-reluctant...consort, to the ball under his control.
 
          Maybe he could...
 
          No, never mind.  That wouldn't work either.  How about...
 
          Um...No, that was even worse as an idea.
 
          "Salazar take it!"  Tom yelled as he threw the quill he was
absentmindedly toying with down, ignoring the way the ink splattered and ran
across the many documents.  "There must be someway of forcing the damn Light
Lord to act out his public roll!"
 
          *SLAM*
 
          Tom jumped in his chair, completely taken aback at the force with
which his office door was flung open without any form of warning.  Standing
there, framed in the opening, was Harry. 
 
          But this wasn't the boy that Tom had become accustomed to seeing,
either during their meetings throughout the school years, or as he was lately
after the modifications made by Tom himself.
 
          This Harry had no trace of intelligence or reason in his flashing,
verdant eyes.  He was swaying slightly from side to side as he stood naked in
the doorway, his long hair swaying gently with him and his tail hanging limp
behind him.  The slim, boyish cock was fully erect, flushing an angry purplish-
red color, but it was oddly not dripping any pre-ejaculate as it thrust out
from the boy's body.
 
          Harry growled harshly before prowling forward, easily avoiding the
office furniture to make his way around the desk until he was face to face with
a Tom Marvolo Riddle, who was pondering the means by which Harry had made his
escape before coming to the conclusion that it had something to do with the
fail-safes he placed in the room's warding and vowing to find out which one
allowed the boy to leave the room.  Tom was drawn out of his private musings as
the boy pulled the desk chair out and spun it around, forcing Tom to grab at
the chair's arms to steady himself.
 
           Harry immediately dropped to his knees and made short work of
removing the clothing blocking him from reaching Tom's cock, almost in a frenzy
to free the organ from the coverings.  Once bared to the room, it was a matter
of seconds before Harry wrapped his mouth around the semi-soft cock, quickly
working it to full arousal via suction and the use of his tongue and lips. 
 
          Letting out a soft moan of appreciation as his head fell back and his
hands found places in the long, messy locks of the boy vigorously and
enthusiastically sucking him off, Tom had a quick realization that the spells
and potions placed on the boy to ensure his utter dependence on Fenrir and
himself had been the cause of this.  The boy had been tied to the two of them
during that first series of rituals, forcing him to seek out the both of them
to gain what was needed, not just one of them.  And with the way Tom had been
so busy the last week or so and unable to come to the boy, the bindings had
obviously come into play and forced the boy to seek out what he needed to live,
thus the room wardings letting the boy out.
 
           Tilting his head slightly so that he could clearly watch the
enthusiastic performance, it occurred to Voldemort that he could use this blind
dependence to ensure the proper performance at the many official functions they
would be required to attend.
 
           And that was his last coherent thought before all brain function
ceased and he just felt.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
          Tom sighed in weary relief as he ran his hand over the numerous
buttons of his dress robe, causing the ridiculously tiny things to unbuttons
themselves. He carelessly shrugged out of the extremely expensive Acromantula
silk garment and let it fall in a heap onto the bedroom floor, leaving it there
for the elves to deal with. Narcissa had unparalleled taste in fashion, but
being forced to wear dress robes and clothes for weeks on end as the new
government, and those attempting to show their support or prominence in it,
sponsored numerous functions was exhausting.
 
          Especially so since he was unable to quench his needs as often as he
would have wished to seeing that Harry was only able to be controlled via the
bond that Tom had forced on the boy. Fenrir was absolutely no help in the
matter, even though the Alpha werewolf was also tied to the boy in the same
bond, because the wolf was absolutely feral about the boy as his pregnancy
progressed. The boy was now about halfway through the 60 day countdown and it
was all the Tom could do to make the Alpha stay home for the last public
gathering that they had to attend this season.
 
          Tom had more than a bit of a suspicion that if it had not been the
last ball of the season, that Fenrir would have either refused to release Harry
or would have insisted on coming along. Neither of which was an acceptable
option.
 
          However, the balls and such were done and the three Lords-Dark,
Light, and Grey, were not allowed to attend any of the Wizengamut meetings
until the very end, where the three of them would either confirm the bills into
law or veto them. Not that they didn't have a foot in the assembled lawmakers
via their various supporters, but it was thought that having the Lords preside
over the day-to-day meeting would make people nervous and unwilling to speak
their minds. Thus, the exclusion of said Lords until the last five sessions,
baring emergencies.
 
          Tom just hoped that there were no emergencies as he wasn't entirely
sure that the new wards surrounding the Wizengamut's entrances wouldn't reveal
a glamour over Harry's stomach. It had only been the clever tailoring of
Narcissa Malfoy's superb robe-maker that had covered the growing pregnancy bump
when the glamour was stripped off of the boy at the ball before this last one.
 
          Pushing all thoughts about balls and government out of his head, Tom
loosened his cravat and decided to seek out his treaty given slut for some
stress relief. He knew that he would have to share the boy with Fenrir, but it
was a minor issue at this point as he knew that it would soon be his turn to
swell the little slut full of his seed and breed himself an heir. He hurried
out of his room and down the hallway to the door that led to Harry's assigned
suite of rooms.
 
          Making his way in, he was met by a room that looked like someone had
cast a spell to trigger an indoor tornado. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and
not all of them were in one piece. Several pieces of furniture had been knocked
over onto the floor and the door leading to the bathroom was open, letting
great billows of steam out into the main room.
 
          Striding across the disaster zone, Tom added to the mess of clothing
in it as he quickly stripped out of his upper layers, letting them fall to the
floor to join with the rest. He entered the palatial bathroom and paused for a
moment as he took in the room while looking for the location of the other two,
knowing that Fenrir had taken control of Harry immediately upon their return to
the Keep and Harry's returned wolfish features. While the suite in its entirety
might be one of the smaller ones, if not the smallest, it was without question
the best appointed next to his own. The bathroom was proof of that.
 
          It had inlaid marble tile for the floor and partially up the walls,
where hand painted murals depicting bathing nymphs, gods, and goddesses took
over. And while there were no windows, the ceiling was an intricate latticework
of wrought iron that supported numerous panels of stained glass. The toilet was
enclosed into a separate enclosed area, the sinks had gold fixtures, and there
was a raised portion of floor off in the corner that played host to a massive
inset tub that could double as a small swimming pool. The other corner had been
set up as a spa and included areas for massage and skin care. However, it was
easy to see that neither the pool nor the spa was in current use. Instead it
appeared that Fenrir had pulled Harry into the shower, which was a small room
in and of itself with several showerheads on each wall but the entranceway, if
the steam pouring out of the room was any indication.
 
          Tom could only vaguely make out the mist obscured forms from where he
stood, but as he moved closer, and finally into, the shower room, the heat of
the room allowed the billows of steam to thin before ceasing entirely once he
entered. And what a sight he entered to: Fenrir had Harry' chest pressed
against the shower wall, his hands chained to one of the shower heads as Fenrir
nibbled and sucked on one of the boy's black wolf ears while he also stroked
and pulled on the boy's tail. Harry was howling and whimpering as his lower
half bucked up against Fenrir's upper thigh, that being the only thing he could
reach as Fenrir stood slightly off to one side allowing him the room needed to
fondle the boy's tail at the base where it jutted out of the boy's hole.
 
          Tom didn't say a word as he moved to stand on the other side of them.
He had had to deny himself the use of Harry except on a very strict schedule.
The denial was to force a measure of control over the boy for when they had had
to go out into public, and the strict scheduled use was to ensure that the boy
stayed alive and sane because of the sexual control measures that Tom had
inflicted upon him when Harry first came into his control. It was finally time
to end the careful planning and Tom was looking forward to it.
 
          Grabbing ahold of the back of Harry's head, Tom forced the boy to
look at him and basked when he took in the sight of desperate need on the
other's face. Knowing that the agreements he and Fenrir had with each other
would end if he did anything to jeopardize the Alpha's cubs, Tom wordlessly and
wandlessly summoned a vial of lube which he then used to coat his needy length.
Once thoroughly slicked, Tom moved into position behind the chained Harry and,
without any prep on his part as he knew that Harry should be somewhat loosened
based on the number of times that Fenrir would fuck the boy over the course of
the day, thrust into the welcoming heat. He didn't pause for a moment, but
instead began to snap his hips forward in a fast, punishing tempo, unable to
wait any longer to reclaim the boy and reinforce his order in the hierarchy.
After all, the outings they had done might have encouraged the boy and given
him a false hope of escape. The boy would be going nowhere.
 
          Harry was his for all of eternity.
Chapter End Notes
     This was supposed to be a massive shower sex scene, however the
     writing just didn't cooperate and so, it became a short chapter. The
     next one should be longer, with a better sex scene.
***** Chapter 8 *****
　
　
　
           It was finally time.  After all the months of waiting, as he and
Fenrir used their treaty given cock-whore and cum-slut, Healer Smithe confirmed
that Harry was in labour with Fenrir's heirs.  And the sooner the boy gave
birth, the sooner the were-wolf cubs would be weaned, thus allowing him to have
his chance to impregnate the Light Lord. 
　
          Tom found himself impatient for the day that the Healer gave the all
clear for that to occur.  But first, he would see to a bit of phsyical re-
arranging for the boy.  The ears, tails, and nipples had been a great deal of
fun, and the tongue especially had been put to good use, but Tom felt like it
was time for a change. 
　
          Holding in the impatient sigh that was trying to escape him, Tom drug
his mind away from the pleasing prospect of transforming Potter into a
different pleasure giving form and re-focused his attention back to the matter
at hand.  Mainly, that of the boy as he labored on the delivery bed in the
sterile room that Healer Smithe had had the house elves prepare. 
　
　
          The room had everything that the Healer would need for a home
delivery as no one wished for the knowledge of the birth to become a matter of
public disscusion, which it would if the boy was brought to the hospital to
give birth.  There were four isolettes lined up and waiting along the wall,
another wall had a counter running the length of it with all kinds of odd
devices and what looked to be a set of scales, a cluster of assitants were
standing off to the side waiting for the Healer to start handing off the cubs
as they were born, and Harry was strapped down onto the bed in the center of
the room with his legs spread wide open as they were supported by an odd
contraption that Smithe referred to as stirrups. 
　
　
          Tom had to say, if only to himself, that the stirrups were giving him
some issues that he wouldn't be able to take care of until the brat got the
medical all clear.  Really, the way the boy was tightly strapped to the bed,
his legs forcibly parted wide open, leaving his entrance on display as it
stretched and strained itself to open wide enough to pass a large, foreign
object...Tom just had all sorts of ideas watching the whole procedure and had
had to subtly adjust himself several times at the thought of using the medical
bed in the future. 
　
          At least he was allowed to stay in the room, Fenrir had been banished
near the start of the ordeal.  The were-wolf had become almost... obsessed with
his bearer in the last few weeks and could be found taking the boy almost
everywhere in the keep until the Healer had had to put his foot down on the boy
being taken anally, at all, during the last two weeks of his expected due
date.  Up until then though...
　
　
　
          Tom almost groaned aloud in desire when he remembered walking in on
Fenrir as he took the boy on the dining room table.
　
~~~~~Flashback~~~~~
　
 
          Tom flashed a smug grin at the completed paperwork as he pushed his
chair away from his desk.  Now that the regular sessions of the Wizengamut were
in session, a great deal of his paperwork was being dealt with by those who
were attending the actual meetings.  Since he and the other Lords were banned
from attendence until the ratification sessions, he didn't have enough personal
information to warrant the consumption of his time dealing with the little
piddly details and so left it to those who had the greater personal knowledge,
such as Lucius, who sat the Malfoy seat, and Severus, who had been able to
succesfully claim the Prince seat because of his mother. 
　
　
          Tom had been a bit dissapointed by the inability of Narcissa to claim
the Black seat, but with Pettigrew being accidentally sighted by several off-
duty Aurors in Hogsmead as the rodent-like man spied on a gathering of some
members of the Order of the Pheonix, it had come to light that Sirius Black had
never been given a trial.  At which point, Tom knew he had to cut his losses
and so had Peter Pettigrew obliviated of several important memories before
arranging to have the man taken into custody.  The trial could have seriously
derailed his plans regarding Harry, but thankfully it was ruled that Sirius had
to go through treatment at St. Mungo's for the years spent in exposure to the
Dementors.  After which, the pure blood Lord of the House of Black was subject
to the same 'Heir and a Spare' legislation as the rest of society and would not
be able to gain custody of Harry until his own children were born.  By that
time, Harry would be too old to need a legal guardian.
　
          Problem solved.
　
          Stretching and twisting, Tom was able to release some of the tension
in his back and shoulders before making his way from his office.  He promised
himself a full-body massage later to completely relieve the tense muscles, but
first, he wished to take advantage of the early evening to enjoy the culinary
efforts of his house elves.  He didn't allow himself much in the way of vices,
but the enjoyment of excellent food and beverage, in moderation of course, was
something that he truly enjoyed and he took advantage of his position to ensure
only the best and rarest were served up before him.
 
          Making his way to the smaller dining room, the one used when he
wished for a more intimate setting for a lesser number of guests or for when it
was just himself dining, Tom was able to smell the aroma of supremely
appetizing food even with the closed doors.  Opening the beautifully carved and
inlaid rosewood double doors, the only thoughts currently residing in his mind
were the imminant enjoyment of a supurb meal, the future prospect of a relaxing
massage, and possibly seeking further stress release in the boy Lord currently
in his posession.
　
          Those thoughts were driven right out of his head when he walked into
the room and saw that Fenrir had tied the boy, naked and belly side up, across
the far end of the table.  Moving forward as if bewitched, Tom was able to make
out more details as he came closer to the other end of the table.  Harry's
wrists were tied near the top of the table leg, while his ankles were tied to
seperate legs on the opposite side, leaving him in a "Y" shape display with his
arse right on the table's edge.  He had been propped up on a small mound of
pillows, Fenrir obviously taking to heart the threats that Healer Smithe had
given him about what would happen if the wolf failed to be careful with the
pregnant boy.  Fenrir was standing in between the boy's spread legs, using his
hands and arms to prop himself carefully over the swollen belly that was giving
evidence to the new life held within as the cubs made the stretched skin
wriggle and move as they got closer to the delivery date. 
　
          The Alpha had his pants undone and they were bunched up near his
knees as the feral male slowly flexed his hips, sliding his cock in and out of
Harry's hole, all the while suckling firmly on one of the swollen, leaking
teats.  It was readily appearent that this had been going on for a while, as
the top most nipples were shiney from saliva with a noticable lack of swelling
under them, indicating that they had been drained for Fenrir's pleasure first.
　
          Tom was jolted back to himself when he fetched up against the hard
wood table alongside of the busy Fenrir.  Absentmindedly reaching over, Tom
slid his hand in-between the sweaty bodies and grasped at Harry's erection. 
Thumbing over the top of the slender, young cock, he then began pumping his
handful slowly in time with the thrusting wolf.  Fiddling with his pant's
closures with his free hand, Tom eventually managed to free his own erection
from the tight confines and began to stoke himself off in the same slow tempo. 
Losing himself to the steady, pleasurable rhythm, the sight of Fenrir forcibly
taking his prophesied downfall, and the scents of incrediable food and hot,
sweaty sex, Tom began to slowly increase the speed at which he was stroking his
needy cock, never noticing that the hand that was trapped in-between the two
bodies was also increasing in tempo.
　
          Feeling his balls drawing up, and his gut tightening after several
blissful minutes, Tom knew that an orgasm was imminent and, even though it was
occuring rather quickly, didn't even try to hold off.  He could get this first
one out of the way quickly, have some amazing food and wine while watching his
compatriot further ravish the boy as diner entertainment, then sate his needs
in a slower manner afterwards.  Grunting deeply, Tom gave one last, firm stroke
before spilling his seed all over his hand. 
　
　
          It was while he was blissed out and gently fondling himself through
the last pulses of his orgasm that he noticed that his other hand also felt wet
and sticky.  Sliding it out, Tom was able to see that he had coaxed Harry into
an orgasm as well based on the cloudy white, sticky substance clinging to his
fingers.  Smirking slightly, Tom shoved the fingers covered in his cum into
Harry's mouth, forcing the harshly panting and whinging boy to clean them off. 
The fingers covered with Harry's cum, he wiped as best as he was able onto the
boy's straining nipples as a treat for Fenrir. 
　
          Stepping away, Tom silently cast a cleaning charm on himself and did
up his pants.  Spinning away from the other two, he went over to his accustomed
seat at the head of the table.  He sat himself, snapped his fingers, and was
promptly presented with a plate laden with a bit of everything from the full
table, as well as a full goblet of the evening's wine.  Taking a small bite,
Tom then leaned back slightly as he watched Fenrir continue to steadily plow
into the whimpering boy's arse.
　
　
          "Dinner and a floor show.  I should have utilized this as a manner of
stress relief some time ago."
　
　
~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~
　
　
　
          A sudden, and loud, howl had Tom jolting back to the present
abruptly.  Peering around Healer Smithe's head as it blocked the spasming
channel, Tom was clearly able to see the first of the wolf cubs being born. 
The tiny thing was covered in fluids, but it was easy to tell that it had dark
colored fur.  Smithe promptly cast a spell at the umbilical cord, before
passing the cub over to the first helper and getting back into position to
catch the next cub that was already peeking out.
　
          Tom didn't leave his place, as it afforded an excellent view over the
whole of the room, but he did turn his attention to watching the assistant deal
with the firstborn cub.  The male cast several spells on the newborn.  It was
quite easy to tell that what several of them did as the fur became dry and
clean, while the length, weight, and sex flashed above the tiny body.  It was a
thoroughly interesting experience for Tom, who had never been involved with
bringing someone into the world before.
　
          Before Tom knew it, all of the cubs had been born, seen to, and
placed into their isolettes, but not before Harry had released a burst of pure
magic during the birth of the last born.  The Healer passed it off as a magical
flare-off and nothing to worry about, as he said that he had seen such things
before with multiple births.  And then, it was time to call in Fenrir so the
Alpha were-wolf could see his cubs.  Tom stepped out of the way, knowing that
the other would come in full speed and he did not wish to be run into, or over.
　
          Just as he had thought would occur, as soon as Fenrir was brought
into the room, he raced over to the wall of isolettes and peered intently down
into them.
　
          "Well,"  Fenrir gruffly voiced.  "Give me the scoop."
　
          "Yes, Charles,"  Tom purred.  "Please do tell Fenrir, and I, the
news."
　
　
          Healer Smithe cleared his throat lightly before he began to speak.
　
　
          "The births were nothing to worry about.  Delivery was normal and
easy, causing absolutely no stress to the fetuses.  After a day or two of
observation, they and their bearer will be able to leave to room and go to
wherever you wish.  Just keep the boy on bed rest for the next week, and NO sex
for the next month.  It will take that long for the potion regiment I'm putting
him on to have him back to his pre-pregnancy body, at which point I'll do one
last check and if everything has healed as it is supposed to, he will be
cleared of all restrictions.  Your house-elves already have the diet he needs
to be on while lactating, so no worries there.  Just be sure to wean the cubs
between the six to eight week stage.
　
        "Now for the information that I'm sure you're really waiting for," 
Healer Smithe said with a teasing grin.  "The cub in the isolette nearest the
door is your firstborn.  The cub is male, on the high end of the scales at
almost 600 grams, and has black fur.  The next two, which are in the same
isolette, are identical twin girls.  To be able to tell them apart at a glance,
a small patch of fur on their shoulders were dyed different colors.  The one
with the light pink patch of fur in the grey is the oldest one and she weighed
561 grams.  Her younger by eleven minutes sister has the purple patch and
weighed in at 566 grams.  Then you have two final males.  The older one was
born half an hour after the twins, has dark grey fur, and was born with a
weight of 509 grams.
　
　
          "The last born is absolutely the tiniest,"  Charles said.  "He only
weighed 423 grams and is a very rare white color.  That's nothing to be alarmed
over at all, though.  Most cubs only weigh between 300-500 grams so all of the
litter are well above average."
　
　
          "Damn!"  Fenrir exclaimed, his eyes shining in pride.  "My bitch did
good!  He even had the perfect number!  Five cubs leaves me with a tit all for
my own.  I'll have to see about some kind of reward for the bitch sometime."
　
 
　
　
 
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
　
　
　
          It was with no little trepidation that Harry woke up one morning,
nearly two months after birthing Fenrir Greyback's cubs, to discover that he
was once again suspended in the odd contraption that had led to his intimate
knowledge of both Fenrir and Voldemort.  Glancing around the room, he saw no
obvious differences in it from that first day he had been shoved into his roll
as a politically agreed upon sex toy.  Tears began to slightly blur his
eyesight before he regained control over himself, knowing that they were from a
combination of anxiety over what would happen to him now and the sheer
exhaustion that dealing with five new offspring, and their equally demanding
sire, had left in him.  Once the healer had lifted his 'no sex' ban, Fenrir had
returned to his previous ways and proceed to fuck him while suckling at his
breast as often as possible.  Oddly enough, Voldemort had only seen Harry
enough to prevent the potion made bond between them from forcing the issue.
　
　
          Harry had the notion that all of that was about to change.
 
          Drastically.
　
          He was looking right at the door when it was opened and Lord
Voldemort carelessly sauntered in and continued watching the other man until he
made his way out of sight behind the odd thing that Harry was suspended from. 
At that point, Harry was only able to listen, which he did to the best of his
ability by swiveling his ears around to catch any amount of sound possible.  It
wasn't all that much, but Harry was able to clearly hear the sound of pages
being turned and glass or crystal softly striking against something similar.
　
          "Well my little Lord, it has been a most busy period of months for
you,"  Tom purred as he broke the silence.  Running his hand down the leanly
musclar back, he gave a swift and hard slap to Harry's naked ass cheek before
moving back around to stand before the boy.  The whole time he moved, he
allowed his hand to trail over the naked skin, savoring the slight tremors and
rising goosebumps under his fingertips.
　
          "You have perform admirably well as a breeder for the wolf, but now
it is my turn,"  Tom scowled breifly before clearing the look from his face and
continuing.  "As the remnants of that old fool's little social club have
pointed out, the "Heir and a Spare" legislation stipulated that all members of
Wizarding Brittan who where of age at the time of the signing, and healthy
enough to do so, are required to provide either proof of conception for the
first child within the year, or that a Healer has verified that a child is not
medically feasible.  The penalties are quite harsh and, as I have no previous
child to place foward as my heir, I also need to do my part.
　
          "Fortunately,"  Tom said looking down into Harry's eyes as he forced
the young male to look at him by a harsh grip on his chin,  "I was able to hear
of their ridiculous plans regarding that bit of knowledge and am able to head
them off at the pass, so to speak.  I have had my loyal inner members forging
the proper documentation to prove that my lovely Bella and her talented husband
had had a daughter that was sent off to the continent to be raised.  And the
blood testing that I'm sure will be insisted upon will back me up, after all,
one little potion will ensure that the Black blood that runs through your veins
from your paternal Grandmother, Dorea Potter nee Black, is the one most heavily
concentrated.  It is only right as the Black family is the older one and its
magics the more powerful, thus allowing it to be the more prominent in the
union's offspring.
　
          "A few minor alterations to you, a potion or two, and the judicious
use of polyjuice potion to allow the two of you to be in the same places on
occasion and viola!  An instant bride of appropriate status to show off as
''she'' hangs on my arm."
　
　
          Tom began to chuckle darkly at the look of panic that sprang up on
the boy's face at the mention of "bride".
　
　
          "Oh come now.  You surely didn't think that I could pass up such an
opportunity.  With a wedding, I will be in the papers and gossip in a very
positive light for at least a year, then more when my "bride" is known to be
pregnant, and the furor won't die down in the least once the child is born. 
The legislation that I will be able to have brought about as the sheeple are
gentle steered in the direction of my choosing will further tighten my hold. 
The rumors that are slowing spreading over the "daughter" that has been found
and is being brought forward to be my bride have been most pleasing as the
Wizarding world gears up for a celebration of the wedding of one of its three
rulers.
　
          "As an added benefit, since I will be the one choosing the ceremony,
I have been able to research the various bonds that have been used in the past
and have picked one that was used for forced marriages between feuding houses. 
Guaranteeing that you will knowingly do nothing that I disapprove of in a
public setting.  It basically gives the primary all the rights over secondary
in thought, word, and deed any time the secondary might do anything that could
cause the feud to re-kindle.  The whole ceremony was designed by an ancient
Lord that became disgusted with an ongoing feud at the time and so forced the
lesser House into marrying off their Heir to the Heir of the other House, which
was of higher status.
　
　
          "But enought of that for now, there are other things that must be
seen to first.  Such as the fact that there will need to be a "daughter" to be
married, although the ceremony will be equally valid when I wish to drop the
veil on who, exactly, my bonded is."
　
          And with those last words, Tom began the task of removing all of the
previous body modifications that he had inflicted on Harry the first time he
had the boy within this room.  The first to go were the ears, which were
reformed to the original human ears, although Tom kept the piercings having
become accustomed to the glint of silver and emerald shining against the raven-
wing hue of the boy's locks.  The hair he kept long, merely running his fingers
lightly through the length.  Tom then reformed the boy's tongue back into
something that could once again manage human speech, modifying his voice box as
he did so, but not before slapping a silencing spell on the brat.  It was only
after Harry had been returned to his room and the silencing spell had worn off,
much, much later, that he found out what his new voice sounded like in a
modulated tone:  it was a light, breathy sounding alto.
　
          Harry was panting harshly and, even though it was useless with the
spell on him, was yelling and swearing at everything the Dark Lord was doing to
his body.  The burning pain that the first change of ears had inflicted on him
hadn't changed when they were changed back, although the voice box modulation
only felt slightly warm.  It was when the bastard began pulling on his nipples,
the ones that He had placed on his body in the first place and that were now
incrediably sensitive due to the pups and Fenrir nursing on them for over a
month and a half, that Harry began to thrash in an attempt to stop whatever new
hell the bastard was going to do.  It didn't do anything whatsoever, in fact,
Tom just began to chuckle as he ignored the struggles.
　
　
          Pulling on the tight little buds, Tom continued his chanting as he
slid the nipples he was tightly pinching upwards until he had all of them
combined back into the original two.  Placing his palms over the nubbins, he
felt the flesh under his palms swell and fill out until he was tightly grabbing
at two large, plump breasts hanging off of the boy's chest.  Giving a last
harsh squeeze, and deeply enjoying the look of pain that flashed over Harry's
face, Tom moved around behind the boy.  He grab at the prepared potions.  The
potion in his left hand, he forced the boy to swallow.  He then pulled on the
wolf's tail, after giving the password to release it from deep within the boy's
bowels.  Placing the last potion vial at the boy's entrance, Tom forced it just
past the first ring of muscles, then spun the rings until the vial was angled,
causing it to slowly empty its contents into the depths of the boy.
　
　
          'That first potion will see to it that the boy's Black blood is fully
activated and brought to the fore-front, while not wiping out his other
contributors.  I don't actually want to chance getting the insanity that the
family is known for to spring up.  And the second vial should negate the potion
I gave him the first time as well as ensuring that he is always, naturally,
well-lubricated.  I have modified this one to still force the boy to see me on
a regular basis, but he will be able to service others without any ill-effect
if I so desire, not just the wolf.  Bloody Centuars!'
　
          Tom had a deep scowl on his face as he remember the irritating
meeting he had had with the Centaur's Council of Elders.  He had come away with
an in-depth and long lasting peace treaty, but only if he allowed Harry to
serve as a broodmare to whichever stud the Centaurs chose.  How did they ever
find out that he had Harry?
　
          Tom was so frustrated by the fact that the Centaurs had out
manoevered him that he couldn't control his temper and he began to hit his hand
against the nearest flat surface in an attempt to calm down.  It was when he
realized that the surface was jiggling after every hit, and trying to move away
from his questing hand, that he noticed that he was smacking his hand against
the firm, round globes of his little prize.  Pulling the vial out, as he saw
that it was finally empty, Tom decided that he liked the look of the normally
white globes of flesh reddened and showing handprints and so began to
consciously paddle the bare flesh.
　
　
　
          Greatly aroused at the sight of all that abused flesh, Tom spun Harry
back upright and banished his clothing before reaching around with both hands. 
Easily finding what his questing hands were looking for, Tom began to squeeze
and pull at the large, fleshy appendages that now hung off of the slim boy as
he thrust his erection between the heated globes.  It was as he was visciously
pressing the boy's new breasts together that he got an idea. 
 
          Moving to stand before the boy, Tom worked the rings until Harry was
almost hanging before his erection, the new, large breasts hanging down. 
Grabbing the two firm mounds of flesh, Tom forced them tightly against one
another and began to thrust his needy cock into the soft, warm crevasse that
formed between the two.  It was only a matter of minutes later that Tom felt
the first of the night's hopefully many orgasms spill from him, casting his
seed though and over the breasts and onto the boy's stomach and the floor
beneath.
　
          Coming down from his post orgasm high, Tom released his grip in the
boy's breasts and instead grabbed ahold of his chin, forcing eye contact.  A
gleeful smirk spread as he noted that the boy's eyes were now substantially
different then the emerald orbs which he had inherited from his mub-blood
mother.  His eyes, while keeping to a base color of glowing emerald, now had a
significant amount of deep silvery-grey flecking throughout.  It was really
quite unique and only added to the boy's appeal.
 
          Turning Harry's head from one side to the other, Tom was able to note
other changes had occured.  For one thing, his chin became slightly pointier as
well as his cheek bones had moved upwards, making them even more prominant than
before.  The long hair had always had a tendancy to waves with a bit of curl,
but now the gleaming ebony mass was a riot of wild curls.
　
　
          Tom felt was pleased with his success as he stepped back, allowing
himself to take in the full view of his prize.
　
          "Such a lovely "daughter" of an Ancient and Noble House needs an
equally appropriate name,"  Tom lightly said, even as he felt his erection,
which had never fully eased, solidify once again.  "Fortunately, your "mother"
ceeded naming rights to myself and so I was able to choose a fortuitous
combination of Black and Slytherin heritage.  From now on, when in a public
setting or any setting that contains people other than myself and not doing
your public duty as the Lord of Light, you will be known as Calypso Amalthea
LeStrange.  Amalthea was the name of the goat that nursed the God Zeus and
Calypso is both the name of a nymph that kept Odysseus for seven years and one
of Saturn's moons.
　
          "Now then, I think that I should put this new form of yours through
its paces properly.  Don't you?"  Voldemort queried facetiously, his eyes
gleaming even as he re-arranged the rings once again and moved to stand behind
Harry.
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
Chapter End Notes
     I think I've said it before, but I'll say it again, this is not
     Beta'd. And this chapter especially will probably have oddities as it
     was at least halfway written at one in the morning. Plot bunnies
     attack at odd times is all I can say.
***** Chapter 10 *****
　
　
　
          "That was quite the ceremony, neh?  Did you enjoy yourself at your
bonding, my dear?"  Tom queried with a smirk, letting his eyes roam all over
his new "bride".  "Such a shame, I suppose, that as members of Ancient and
Noble Houses we were prevented from speaking on our own behalf during the
ceremony chosen for our use and that only the approval, either verbally or in
writing, needed to be presented.  Also, such a pity that as an underage
"bride", you were unable to give such permission, unlike myself, and thus were
givin in bonding to me by a small, insignificant slip of paper that the Lord
Sirius Black failed to properly read over.  He may not be able to get phsyical
control over you, but he is still your technical guardian when it comes to
dealing with the paperwork.
　
          "Although,"  Tom looked both smug and thoughtful for a moment,  "I
suppose that I should call you my "consort" instead of "bride".  As I did
ensure that the ceremony used tonight was one for use by any and all genders
and combinations of such.  And in no publications or official matters, has it
been made known that I was to be bonded to a female.  It is truly rewarding to
have Lucius make his tame lawyers and reporters take over all the needed little
details, thus protecting myself when it comes out that I have bonded to the
Lord of Light."
　
　
          Harry glared visciously at the Dark Lord from the other side of the
bedroom.  He didn't even try to open his mouth to say anything, knowing that
whatever he wanted to say would be offensive enough for the odd spell placed on
him to come into effect, thus preventing him from speaking anything other than
words praising that Dark bastard.  Harry knew the damn thing had to have been
placed on him during his "visit" to Tom's ritual room, but hadn't found out the
entirety of what the spells done to his voice box had done until today, when he
tried to speak out to the official in charge of the ceremony.  The only words
he was able to speak out in his new soft alto voice were those of shy praise
for Voldemort, and the more he tried to speak out, the less he was able to
speak, thus giving rise to the idea in the officiating idiot's head that he was
an incrediably shy and blushing "maiden".
　
          Harry could just scream, if, that is, he could be sure that it
wouldn't have come out sounding like a pornographic moan.
　
          Tom's smirk intensified as he allowed his eyes to roam over his new
consort, ignoring the fierce scowl on the little one's face.  Harry was quite a
visual feast as he stood there in his bonding robes with his hair pinned and
curled in such a way as to seem like an endless flow of darkness down his
back.  Narcissa had done an excellent job.  The robes were made of acromantula
silk that had been woven through with unicorn hair, making the light-weight
robes almost glow from within with an iridescent glow.  They were cut in such a
manner as to enhance the massive breasts and slim, boyish waist, leaving the
few dignitaries that Tom had been forced to invite due to his position in
society all breathless and reeking of desire and envy when they came up to
offer their congratulations after the ceremony, before Tom and his new consort
were able to leave for their wedding night.  Thank Salazar that traditional
ceremonies called for the newly bonded to leave immediately from the ceremony
to began the consumation in a bid for an heir, leaving the witnesses to
celebrate and feast without them for the rest of the night.
　
          Tom stalked forward while he began to pull off his own custom bonding
robes, causing Harry to squeak and frantically look side to side in an attempt
to find an escape.  Letting the robes fall to the floor and relishing in the
feel on the cooler air on his skin as he savored the fact that only a thin bit
of material kept him from his consort, Tom reached the other side of the room
and stretched out a hand to snag his consort with, only to come up empty as the
boy flung himself onto the bed and rolled across it at the last minute.  When
Harry stood up on the other side of the bed, flushed, panting, with his hair a
tousled mess, and his robes twisted and tightened around him, Tom didn't even
make the attempt to contain the groan that escaped him.  The boy looked well
ravished already and they hadn't even done anything yet.  Deciding that he
wasn't going to give the brat the satisfaction of either escape or of making
Tom use his magic to catch him, Tom took a different approach to catching his
bedmate.
　
          Tom gave a last dark smirk towards Harry, who suddenly looked
apprehensive at the look and aura that Tom was emitting before the boy spun
around and began to run towards the bathroom door, thus keeping him from seeing
what Tom had done.  And what Tom had done was transform into his animagus form
of the extremely rare, black tiger.  Which he used to pounce on top of his
consort and, even though the black tiger was smaller than a normal one, it was
still more than large enough to overwhelm the boy and send him crashing to the
ground with Tom's animagus form securely on top of him.
　
          Tom used his massive jaws to grab ahold of the boy's slender neck and
pull the stunned and breathless boy over to the bed, which he then settled the
boy half on and half off.  Delicately using his several inches long claws, Tom
carefully shredded the bonding robes until Harry was wearing nothing but his
skin.  The cooler air of the room hitting more of his skin obviously jarred
Harry out of his dazed state as the boy began to scramble forward, releasing
the most arousing moans from his cupid's bow mouth.  Tom was sure the boy was
probably just screaming, but with the voice modification and courtesy
enforcement done on him, it certainly sounded like the boy was trying his
hardest to entice the older wizard into celebrating their bonding night.
　
          Tom gave a loud chuff as he stopped the boy from escaping by the
simple method of placing one of his massive paws securely between the boy's
shoulder blades, pining his slight form to the bed and squashing the massive
breasts into the bedding.  Bending his head down, Tom used his coarse feline
tongue to lap at the entrance that the boy was unwittingly displaying as he
hung halfway off of the bed.  Harry began to squirm and more of the moans
escaped along with pleading, breathy little words and whimpers.  This was
almost more fun than making the boy go into an involuntary heat. 
　
　
          Bending his head down just a bit farther, Tom was able to get a
better angle at the puckered entrance and forced his tongue through the
guardian muscles to lave at the insides of the silken tunnel.  He continued to
use his harshly textured tongue on the boy until he was sure that boy was both
loosened and slightly irritated.  Removing his tongue after one last swipe over
the twitching and puffy hole, Tom rose up and over the slight male as he was
pinned face down on the massive bed.  It would probably look ridiculous to any
observers as Tom hopped forward slightly on his rear feet, but at this point,
Tom couldn't care less about dignity.  All he wish to do was bury his
unsheathed, needy animagus' cock into the slick hole quivering underneath him. 
　
          With a quick thrust, Tom brutally buried his cock to the hilt in the
boy's hot sheath, getting the loudest and most pornographic moan yet. Tom
quickly began to piston his erection in and out of the boy, not waiting for the
other to adjust.
　
          Harry was in shock at this point.  He hadn't been able to really
catch his breath after having it knock out of him by the animals weight landing
on top of him, then the pain of having a tongue that felt like file rasp across
and into very sensitive areas, followed by the shock of being brutally
entered.  The pain and distress he felt couldn't be contained and so he let out
the obscene sounding vocalizations, knowing that they were the only means of
expression that he was allowed at the moment.  But it wasn't until Tom had
first begun to withdraw that Harry remembered an odd fact about cats. 
          The females needed to be stimulated into ovulating and the males did
so by having special penises.
　
          Harry lost himself in a blur of pain as the tiger's penis rasped
itself harshly against the delicate inner walls of his anal passage, only able
to count himself lucky in the fact that the pain inducing organ was merely long
and not wide.  So lost was he in the blur of pain and desperate desire to end
it that Harry fail to note when Tom changed back.  It was only when a change in
the pacing of the brutal thrusts registered itself that Harry noted the
difference.
　
          Tom, feeling his orgasm drawing near, wanted to ensure the most
fertile copulation possible and so switched back to his wizard self.  While it
was possible to impregnate a person when in an animagus form, it wasn't the
most reliable method.  Reaching around and under, Tom quickly found Harry's
slim cock and began to pull on it even as he stepped up his assaults on the
boy's prostate with his, now human, cock.  Tom could tell by the rising magic
that their bonding was rapidly approaching its final verfication and
concentrated on bringing the boy to release, knowing that the bond would only
be a weak and easily broken one if only one partner in the bond found release.
 
          He didn't know how much longer he could hold out, but he was finally
able to roar out his satifaction as his seed sprayed into his consort when the
boy wailed and his anal passage clamped down, the slim cock he was handling
spraying out its own load over his large hand and onto the comforter beneath. 
　
          Breathing harshly, Tom slumped down over the boy, keeping his
softening organ buried in the boy as the final stages of the bonding magic
washed over the two of them, tying them together for the rest of their eternal
lives.
　
 
　
　
 
　
 
　
　
　
　
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     I had had so many comments/requests about the cubs that I dedicated a
     chapter to them. Don't expect much time spent on family dynamics in
     future chapters, as I have always envisioned this fic as mainly the
     interaction between the adults, although the children have become
     somewhat essential to the final plot line. I will be attempting to
     wrap up the main bit of plot by the new year as at that point I want
     to start posting an HP/LOTR crossover; however, this story will
     continue onwards with irregular postings involving various creature
     pairings for Harry.
          The first month after Harry's bonding was a strange dichotomy.  The
days flew past in a blur of social events and public appearences as Tom showed
off his new consort, but the nights dragged on as Harry's body was repeatedly
used by Tom in his efforts to secure himself an heir.  Tom had even taken to
forcing fertility potions on Harry in an effort to speed up the process of
impregnating him.  The only breaks Harry had in the ordeal was when Fenrir
brought over the five cubs to spend some bonding time with their other birth
parent. 
　
          Once the cubs had been weaned, and Fenrir took them away, Harry had
thought that he would never get to see his children again.  Even if they had
not been wanted by him originally, the five of them were in the world now and
Harry wished to stay in their lives for as long as possible.  Therefor it came
as quite the shock to Harry when, the day after the full moon, a few weeks
after the cubs had been taken away, his door was flung open and a swarm of
small toddlers ran into his room and pounced on him as he lay on the massive
mattress.  It took a bit for the toddler babble to shift into recognizable
words, at which point the most prominent word Harry could make out was 'Momma',
leaving him in speechless amazement as he tried to wrap his mind around the
fact that the tiny wolf cubs he had last seen, were now ambulatory toddlers.
　
          It wasn't until much later that evening, after Tom had used his body
yet again, that the answers were finally given to him.  As Tom was getting
ready to leave the room, he reached into his robes and withdrew a small book
and tossed it onto the bed next to Harry.  Only when Tom left the room did
Harry pull up some covers and reach for the book.  Settling back against
several pillows propped up using the headboard, Harry opened the slim book and
settled in to read what was, apparently, a guide to natural born were-wolves,
as written by an Alpha's submissive, female mate.  The book touched on all
subjects and Harry found it to be fascinating as he learned more about this
rare subsection of were-wolf life: those born to it, rather than infected. 
　
          As he read, Harry learned that even though he wasn't the claimed mate
of Fenrir Greyback, the Alpha would always defend him as the wolf would see him
as a fertile breeding partner for providing him with a large, healthy litter. 
Harry also learned that the cubs he gave birth to, would need to see him
regularly over the next five years, because if they didn't have positive
contact with both parents the wolf side of them would see it as abandonment
which in turn would lead to a failure to thrive and possible death.  He also
read that the reason the cubs were removed from the bearer after being weaned
was to introduce the cubs to the pack before the first full moon in order to
imprint the cubs into the minds of the pack.  The bearer was normally a were-
wolf as well and so would have found or made a den to retire into to give
birth, not letting anyone in and only allowing the Alpha close enough to
deliver needed food and drink.  After weaning, the Alpha would see to settling
the cubs amongst the pack, giving the breeding bitch time to recover as well as
not allowing for interference on the bearer's part as the pack learned to
accept the new members.
　
          What Harry found most interesting though was the information
pertaining to the fact that he had been swarmed with a hoarde of toddlers.  As
the majority of were-wolves lived extremely close to nature, it was necessary
for the cubs to become mobile as quickly as possible.  Hence the reason that
the natural born were-wolf cubs live the first bit of their lives as actual
wolf cubs.  As long as they nursed, the curse couldn't affect them and they
aged as a wolf cub did.  Once they were weaned, the curse became active in
their bloodstream and so they changed at the first full moon after their
weaning, leading to the cubs being toddlers instead of infants.  It was amazing
to Harry when he thought about it.
　
          It was his first children and their incredibly keen senses however
that discovered that the event that Tom was impatient for, had finally occured.
　
          Harry had been enjoying the visitation rights to his children.  Every
other day, the little ones would be allowed to come visit him for one half to
one hour, and on Friday evenings when Tom had his extended meetings with the
members of his followers who held Wizengamut seats, Harry would be given three
full hours to spend with them, getting to know them and play with them as he
gave them the attention that they so needed from their bearer. 
　
          The oldest was easily picked out as the boy was still the biggest and
had Harry's unruly thatch of black hair and his almond shaped eyes, although
the color wasn't the emerald green of Harry's before the blood potion, but
instead was a dark shade of amber, just this side of brown.  That wasn't the
only way to tell he was the oldest as the little boy looked out for all of his
siblings and would stop his siblings from bossing around each other as well as
seeing to it that they all had food before he would start eating his own food. 
Harry thought it was adorable and even loved the name that Fenrir had picked
out for the little protector;
          Aegidius, meaning shield.  Harry wished that he could have had some
say as to names, but considered the fact that he would have a hand in raising
his children to be a more than pleasing trade-off.
　
　
          The next two, identical twin girls with dark, brownish-black hair and
emerald hued eyes that were liberally streaked with bright amber veins, loved
playing together and did everything the same.  Harry thought the two of them
could give lessons on sameness to Fred and George Weasley as it was absolutely
impossible to tell the two little girls apart. Concordia and Constantina lived
up to the meanings of their names as well.  Two more peaceful and steadfast
children, Harry had never met.  The little girls never fussed when something
didn't go their way, however, they were the most stubborn of the children when
it came to getting their own way and wouldn't budge one little bit when it came
time to do something they didn't want, like eating their vegetables.  Harry had
taken to having the house elf assigned to assist him hide bits of veggie mash
in the other bits of food, like the meatloaf the twins loved, when it came time
to feed them dinner on Friday nights.
　
　
　
          The next two born were boys and were the main cause of strife among
the toddlers.  The two boys were rambunctious, loud, and seemed determined to
cause as much trouble as possible.  The older boy, Faustus, was indeed 'lucky'
as he had come close to getting killed on several occasions already, thus
living up to Harry's form of luck.  The first time Faustus had nearly died was
when the boy had managed to slip from Harry's room and fell down some stairs. 
Fortunately, the dark haired boy with his bright amber eyes clearly had magic
as he bounced and giggled the whole way down.  The scare was enough though to
almost give Harry a heart attack when a house elf brought the boy back and told
him what happened.  Spells were placed on the room in an attempt to halt
Faustus from escaping again; however, he somehow would manage to escape at
least once a week.  Harry swore that he was going to find grey hairs any day.
　
　
          The last little boy, Tacitus, was anything but the 'quiet' his name
implied.  He screamed at the top of his lungs about everything.  Didn't want to
take a bath after spilling his dinner all over himself?  The entire household
knew about it.  Hated having to share a treat with his siblings?  You felt that
your eardrums were going to burst.  Harry was just greatful that Tacitus was
easily distracted and used it to his advantage whenever the little boy looked
like he was going to start in on a temper tantrum.  The youngest still had his
unusual coloration and was a light bond, almost white haired in fact, with the
lightest pair of blue eyes that could still be considered blue before they
could only be called white.
　
　
          All in all, Harry loved spending time with his five children, even if
he wished for nothing to do with their father.  Not that his opinion was ever
asked as Fenrir still came by to demand oral sex from him.  Tom would not allow
Fenrir to partake of anal sex with him any more as the Dark Lord wished for his
own heir and contraceptive spells were not 100% effective and contraceptive
potions would interfere with the fetility potions.
　
　
          It was a Friday night, just over a month since his bonding, and Harry
was once again sitting in the middle his bed, leaning up against a pile of
pillows.  Except this time, Harry was surrounded by the swarm of his children. 
Faustus was seated between his legs, Concordia and Constantina had each taken
one leg, and Tacitus and Aegidius were snuggled on either side of him as he
read a book to them.  Asking the elf assigned to assist him for a children's
book had the elf popping out and returning with a book entitled "Tales of
Beedle the Bard" which Harry had found just as fascinating as his children, not
knowing what the wizarding world read to their children until now.
　
　
          He had just finished reading the story for the night, "The Warlock's
Hairy Heart", when the door opened, revealing both Fenrir and Tom.  The cubs
jumped off of the bed and ran over to their sire, all clamoring to be the one
to get picked up first.  Say what you liked about the blood thirstiness of
Fenrir Greyback, Harry knew that the man would tear apart the world to protect
his cubs.  While the children were demanding attention, Harry slid off of the
bed as he knew that Tom preferred to be greeted in a traditional manner by his
"consort".
　
　
          Slowly walking forward, Harry paused at the appropriate distance,
gave a small curtsey and held it until Tom acknowledged him, then slowly walked
forward the rest of the way to place a small peck on the proffered cheek,
getting a short press of the lips to the back of his hand in response.  It was
a Harry was moving into place beside Tom that the voice of Faustus could be
heard piping up over his siblings.
　
　
          "Siwe, why does momma smell diffewent?  She smelled weally sweet when
I sat on hew lap."
　
　
          Fenrir looked down at the little boy clinging to his legs and saw
that the twins were also nodding their heads in agreement.  Taking a deep
sniff, Fenrir could slightly make out a sweet aroma wafting though the air. 
Shooting a questioning look at Tom and getting an affirmative nod in return,
Fenrir grabbed at Harry's hips, holding him tightly in place, before kneeling
down before the boy.  Fenrir buried his head into the bitch's abdomin and
inhaled deeply once again, this time getting a much stronger version of the
scent.  Fenrir felt a triumphant grin spread across his face before he looked
up at his Lord.
　
　
          "It seems like you've successfully pupped the brat, my Lord. 
Congratulations!"
　
　
          Tom grabbed Harry away from Fenrir and pulled the slight body up
tight against himself.
　
 
          "Congratulations indeed,"  Tom purred as he looked down at Harry, who
looked on the verge of fainting at the news.
　
***** Chapter 12 *****
　
　
                                The First Month
          Harry had been wondering for a while now how it was that he was going
to be in two places at once. Tom was insistant about bringing his "lovely
consort", Calypso Amalthea LeStrange, along with him to the final session of
the Wizengamot as he wished to announce the pregnancy before all of the
gathered Lords and Ladies. However. Harry had been attending the last several
weeks in his duties as Light Lord and it would be commented on, as well as
illegal under the new rules, for him to miss the closing day were the laws that
were passed would get read one final time before being signed into official
law.
　
          The last day of session passed normally for Harry, nodding at the
appropriate times, making small talk with Amelia Bones, glaring circumspectly
at Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley as Tom had finally filed Harry in on the
who's, why's, and wherefor's of the debt owed to the Malfoy's that help him end
up in Tom's control, and following Tom's directions as the bastard was just as
adept at controlling the bonds between them as ever.
　
          It wasn't until the final law was read and signed, and everyone was
just starting to rise from their seats, thinking that their evening's work was
done and that it was now time to visit the various small parties and gatherings
celebrating the first official Wizengamot under the new regime that Tom
signaled for the assembly's attention.
　
          "If I may have have the attention of this august assembly?" Tom
queried with a genile look on his face. "I know that there has been much ado
about my lovely consort and several rumors have sprung up about a future heir
to the Slytherin Lordship. I do hope no one will mind, but I have arranged for
my bonded, Calypso, to come here tonight so that the peers of the realm may
have a chance to hear the truth about such directly from the source."
　
          All attention was drawn to the side doors where the three Lords of
Dark, Light, and Grey had entered when Tom gave a small gesture with his hands.
Standing there was, apparently, him. Harry was immensly confused. It couldn't
be polyjuice, as the figure was clearly exhibiting the same nervous mannerisms
that he had taking to doing in the last several weeks upon the confirmation of
an actual pregnancy: gently smoothing the front of his robes over the place
where the fetus was, biting his lower lip, and self conciously straightning his
shoulders as he still hadn't gotten used to the massive weights hanging on his
chest and causing him to over balance. He was incredibly greatful to have had
the chance the last few weeks to go without the breasts that Tom was fond of
playing with.
　
          Harry was burning up with curiousity but found out that it was going
to go unanswered for a bit as Lucius Malfoy turned up at his seat. It was easy
to tell that Tom was going to make Harry leave with the elder Malfoy, even as
the younger one was also escorting himforward to the dais, from which Tom was
even now arising to greet his consort. As Harry was led from the room, he heard
a commotion. Turning around, Harry was just in time to see himself throw up all
over Dumbledore, who had somehow managed to cut off Tom and was greeting
Calypso before Tom had even offically introduced his bonded.
　
          It was a half hour after that that Harry discovered Tom had
"borrowed" a time turner.
　
          And an hour later, via time turner, that Harry discovered that the
smell of lemon made him wildly, violently nauseous.
　
　
　
                                 Second_Month
　
          Tom, currently transformed into his black tiger animagus form that he
had named "Majestic", was happily lounging in the sun, poolside, as he watched
over his consort who was contentedly floating about the indoor, heated pool,
sitting in a chair and drinking strawberry milkshakes. It had been discovered
that it wasn't only the smell of lemons that made Harry ill, it was the smell
of any citrus, while any other fruit was craved with an almost unholy passion.
When asked, Healer Smithe said food cravings and aversions were all perfectly
normal, and were the body's way of providing itself with something that was
needed. And that he had seen much weirder cravings than fruit.
　
          The look on his face made no one want to question him in depth about
that; although, Draco, when he heard that from those that were at that
appointment, ending up seeking out the healer later and questioning him. That
evening, when Harry was taken out of his room and brought to the dining table
to eat with the inner circle members, Draco couldn't look at Harry and when the
pregnant male asked for someone to pass the strawberry jam, which he then
spread over his steak, Draco turned slightly green and raced out of the room.
　
          It was that meeting with the Healer that led to the rise of Harry
finding more freedoms in Slytherin Keep. Smithe had mentioned several key
points to Voldemort and the man, if he wanted to keep Harry's body from
spontaniously aborting the fetus, was going to follow them to the letter. When
asked why now, and not for the multiple birth of Fenrir's cubs, it was pointed
out that were-wolf cubs were notoriously hardy, and that Harry hadn't just been
pregnant and only barely recuperated from giving birth before getting pregnant
again. That bit of the lecture got Tom a dirty glare from the Healer. It was
also pointed out that Harry would be pregnant far longer, nine months this
time, and pregnant during the winter, which was a season that was known for
stress and depression.
　
          Hence the wider array of freedoms the boy now was enjoying; although,
he still had to be accompanied by either Tom, or someone in the inner circle
that he sent, to leave his bedroom.
　
          Finally deciding that he had bake himself more than enough, and that
he was almost too hot, Majestic rose, stretched, and casually slipped into the
pool and steathily swam up to the chair Harry was floating about in.
Concentration for a moment, Majestic managed to surge forward and up just
enough to place both paws on the armrest, causing the float to over turn and
launch Harry into the water, empty glass and all.
　
          Sputtering, and wiping water and long locks of hair out of his face,
Harry rose out of the water. Still trying to clear his vision, Harry waded
through the increasingly shallow water until he came to the stairs. As he was
trying to leave the pool, arms wrapped tightly around him.
　
          "And just where do you think you are going to, my little cum-slut?"
Tom purred in a dark tone of voice. His hands made extremely short work of
untying the strings holding the two piece swim-suit on. Using his leverage
against the boy, Tom forced him to bend over and use his hands to brace himself
against the steps in front of him. Reaching down, Tom pulled out the nine-inch
dildo that he had forced the boy to take into himself earlier. Flinging it to
one side, not caring where it landed, Tom plunged his fingers as deeply as he
could into the quivering anal passage and gave a groan.
　
          "So hot and wet for me already, and your muscles just want to pull me
in deeper. Well don't worry your pretty little head over it, because I'm going
to pound into that slutty pussy of yours so hard and so long that you'll be
feeling me in there for the next week."
　
          And with that, Tom pulled his fingers out, ripped off his swim
trunks, and shoved his cock straight into the grasping anal passage. He made
good on his remarks and had Harry all over the poolside, in every possible
position, for the rest of the afternoon.
　
　
　
                                 Three_Months
　
          It was during the third month that Harry's hormones took over. He
wished that they hadn't, as they hadn't during his first pregnancy, but it was
just too much to hope that he would be spared their effects this time around as
well. He could live with the roller coaster of emotions, although he didn't
enjoy the way that he upset his children the night that he was reading "Old
Yeller" to them and over-reacted at end of the story.
　
           It was the way his body was absolutely craving sex that had him the
most peeved.
　
           Oh he could use the toys in the drawer, and he did so regularly and
often, but they only did so much for him. What really set him up well was the
feeling of another deep inside of him, the warmth and presence only another
living being could give him. And the only person that he was allowed to get sex
from was Tom. Fenrir had been stopped a few months ago from having anal sex
with him by a possesive Tom and oral sex didn't stratch the deep itch that
Harry was suffering under.
　
          So Harry had taken to ambushing Tom at random intervals.
　
          He would scout out the location first, and if Tom was alone, Harry
would arrange with the elves to keep it that way. The two of them had had sex
in several interesting locations that way: in the library several times, on the
top of Tom's desk a few times, outside, in the pool which was one of Tom's
favorite locations and had nothing to do with Harry's choices, various other
places, and, once, on the counter of the potion lab that Severus keep at
Slytherin Keep.
　
          Harry had especially fond memories of that one as he and Tom had
actually passed Severus in the hallway as the other male was coming in to work
on something or other. Harry flashed the dour man a smug smirk, leaving the
other male looking offended but knowing better than to say anything that might
upset the boy carrying Voldemort's heir. The harsh cry of "POTTER" that wafted
up the stairs immediately made Harry snicker as he knew that the other man,
with his honed senses, had been able to easily tell what the other two males
had been up to in his favorite lab.
　
　
          But the absolute best memory that Harry had had over the last months
of his captivity and sexual enslavement had occured only very recently. The
pregnancy was beginning to really take a toll on him, causing him to be
constantly tired and falling asleep at the drop of a hat. Healer Smithe pointed
out that this was normal and was just Harry's body coping with the added strain
of supporting and nurishing the new life within him. And that, if Tom had
waited a bit to inflict a second pregnancy on Harry instead of so soon after
the birth of Fenrir's heirs, Harry probably wouldn't have been as tired. He
still would be taking naps and such, but Harry wouldn't have been falling
asleep at the drop of a hat and sleeping as hard as he was.
　
          Harry had, between his hormones, the bonding, and the potion induced
craving for Tom's sexual ejaculate, been driven to his limit one day. Tom had
been gone for a few days, beginning the negotiating of a treaty with the
vampires. When he finally returned, Harry had just enough control over himself
to wait for the bastard to dismiss the few followers that had attended him on
his trip before tackling the tall male and forcing him to the ground in the
floo room.
　
          What followed next was a blur of flying clothes, naked skin, frantic
movement, and screams of bliss from Harry's throat. It was all over in a matter
of minutes, as Harry did everything in his power to draw a fast orgasm from
Tom. Harry gave one last shout and a wild pulse of his magic as the wet heat
filled him, triggering his own needed orgasm, before slumping over and
immediately falling asleep on top of Tom.
　
          Harry later found out that the flare of magic had caused Tom to be
locked into position under Harry. Nothing the elves did could move the two of
them or wake Harry up. It wasn't until Harry woke up on his own, several hours
later, and wandered off to find some food in his half-awake state, that the
magic wore off, allowing Tom to finally move. And the best part, to Harry
anyway when he found out what had occured, was that Tom hadn't completely
finished his release. It seems that Harry's magic had clamped down just before
that happened. Tom was further tormented because he could feel everything
touching him. Which included the fact that Harry was still impaled on his erect
length as well as the fact that Harry tended to twitch and rock in his sleep.
　
　
          But the absolute pièce de résistance in Harry's eyes, was the lecture
Tom got later for ignoring Harry's needs in this delicate time. In front of his
innermost circle of followers none-the-less.
　
　
          Healer Smithe was rapidly becoming Harry's favorite person ever.
　
 
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
　
                                   4th_month
　
          "Well, this is odd." Healer Smithe looked extremely puzzled as he
moved his wand over the baby bump that had appeared almost overnight on Harry's
slim form.
　
          "What is it? Is something wrong with the baby?" Harry asked
anxiously. He may not have wished for anything approaching the life he now led,
but he had fallen in love with his five older children and knew that it would
happen again with his newest child once it was brought into the world. And this
time, Harry would be able to do more to raise the baby than occasional visits
as Tom would no doubt wish to keep his heir close by.
　
　
          "I'm not quite sure, but I'm getting some unusual readings. I
wonder..."
　
　
          "And just whatdo you wonder, Charles?" Voldemort spit out, a frown
pulling at the corners of his lips as he step towards the bed where Harry was
getting his monthly check-up.
　
　
          "Well, I've been doing this for a while, and the only times I've ever
seen readings similar to this were-Ah ha!" Healer Smithe interrupted himself
with a triumphant expression, his wand pausing at on odd angle over to one side
of Harry's baby buldge. "Gotcha! ~Imaginem Revelare~"
　
　
          As soon as the middle-age Healer finished casting the spell, it was
as though Harry's skin, muscles, tissue, and bodily fluids were not there.
Instead, Tom and Harry were able to clearly see what had the Healer acting
rather oddly, even for him.
　
　
          "Ooh...Look! Twins!"
　
　
         Tom couldn't, and didn't even try to, contain his snickering when
Harry casually reach out and hit Charles in the head as the Healer bounced
excitedly in his seat.
　
　
                                   5th_month
　
                                                                                                                               
Voivode of the Dracula Clan
                                                                                                                               
Vampir Council Eldest
                                                                                                                               
Slains Castle
                                                                                                                               
Scotland
 
　
                                                                                                                               
July 20, 1996
 
Tom Morvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort
Slytherin Keep
Scotland
　
　
Dear Lord Voldemort,
　
On the matter of the proposed allegiance
　
We of the Dracula Clan have had much discussion over the three different
proposals brought before us. Each agreement had both pros and cons and
therefore each offer had to be carefully weighed against the others. After
careful consideration and much deliberation, it has been decided that a formal
allegiance between our clan and your party would be the most beneficial.
　
I, and the elders of the clan, would like to arrange a date to meet. Hopefully
in the very near future as news has reached our clan that much progress towards
equal rites across the species is being made in the Wizarding World. We wish to
be in the fore front of such progress.
　
Also, it has come to our attention that you have provided your consort as a
breeder to Fenrir Greyback, Alpha of the British Isles Pack, and have agreed to
provide said consort as a breeder to the Centaurs upon their agreement of a
suitable stud. We are also requesting such as a means of staying on equal
footing with the others currently in your allegiance. This will be a non-
negotiable part of the agreement.
　
Thank you for your offer. We look forward to hearing from you or your chosen
representative soon.
　
Sincerely,
　
Voivode of the Dracula Clan
　
　
===============================================================================
 
　
　
          Harry had his hand on the door handle, just about to enter the office
in search of Tom as his needs were getting out of hand again, when he heard a
long string of swear words and a loud, rythmic thumping noise. Deciding that he
would make due as best he could with the toys in his bedside drawer for awhile
longer, Harry removed his hand and slowly turned back towards his room. He just
didn't want to know, because, with his luck, it wasn't going to be anything
good for him. Regardless of how much mellower Tom had gotten in the past few
months.
　
　
                                       　
                                   6th_month
　
          Tom let out a deep grunt of satisfaction as he thrust his hips
forward into the well-displayed opening of his consort. He had been wanting to
do this ever since he had first seen Harry strapped down and on display during
the birth of Fenrir's cubs, but kept putting it off for one reason or another.
However, Tom finally had strapped Harry down onto the examination table, with
his legs locked in place on the stirrups, leaving the boy spread wide for the
taking.
　
          He slowly withdrew his rigid length, fascinated by the sight of
Harry's anal muscles desperately clamping down and attempting to hold onto it.
Having almost completely pulled out, Tom then snapped his hips, once again
driving his aching need deep into the welcoming depths and mercilessly
hammering away at Harry's prostate. Normally such a battering on the little
bundle of nerves would have had the boy wailing and screaming, but today,
Harry's mouth was otherwise occupied.
　
          Tom lazily raised his eyes from where he was joined so intimately
joined with his unwilling consort, letting them trail lazily over the bound
cock and balls, the large, firm mound that took the place of hard abdominals,
the jiggling breasts that were almost obscenely over-sized for the petite frame
they were attached to, until he finally allowed his gaze to come to rest on the
delicate cupid's bow lips that were currently wrapped tightly around Fenrir's
massive erection. The Alpha was just shy of brutal as he fucked Harry's mouth.
He had tightly fisted Harry's long, wild locks, forcing the boy to turn his
head to the side and was alternately thrusting his cock through the boy's lips
and pulling the boy's head down and over his cock. Fenrir kept to no rhythm,
just did as he pleased, although Tom was pleased to note that the were-wolf was
following his command about taking care with the brat, as Tom would not risk
harm to his heirs.
　
　
          Giving another harsh thrust, Tom paused for a moment and allowed his
hands to freely wander over the smooth skin of the boys inner thighs. When his
hands came to rest on Harry's hips, Tom dug his fingers in and, with a firm
grasp, began to pull Harry back in time with his thrusts, not caring if doing
so threw off Fenrir's pleasure.
　
          As his thrusts increased in speed and intensity, Tom started to
speak, softly at first, but growing in intensity until he was loudly growling
out the final bits.
　
          "You are mine. I created you. You are my Horcrux. My enemy. My
bonded. Carrier of my Heirs. Without me, there would be no you. You. Are.
Mine!"
          And with that last shout, Tom flooded the silken passage with his
release.
Chapter End Notes
     What happens with Healer Smithe in the first bit is almost exactly
     what happened to me at my first checkup for my second pregnancy.
     Except I didn't hit the doctor. I will admit that I wanted to yell at
     him to hit the blasted monitor though.
     ~Spell (in Latin)~
***** Chapter 14 *****
                                   7th_Month
　
          Harry manfully restrained himself from releasing the deeply heartfelt
sigh that was struggling to escape. Or was it womanfully as he had been forced
into his public female role as Lord Voldemort's consort for this little outting
organized by Narcissa. Oh, he might have enjoyed parts of it. After all, it
wasn't all that often that he was allowed outside of Slytherin's Keep, usually
only for trips to the Wizengamot or for equally boring trips to various
gatherings hosted by influential Purebloods.
　
          But it had been four hours and with the five minute bladder inflicted
upon him by the pregnancy, not to mention the numerous times that one of the
twins had kicked or punched his poor abused bladder, Harry was becoming
increasing ready to go back to his gilded cage.
　
          "Enjoying yourself, my dear?"
 
          "Of course, my Lord. You are so kind and generous to take the day off
to go shopping for the babies."
　
          And that was the other thing. This whole outing had been planned by
Tom and the man had arranged for the day away from his work to escort Harry and
Narcissa around the various baby stores. With Tom along though, the little hex
and potion combo done to Harry's voice was in full force and Harry was only
able to say absolutely pleasant things involving anything to do with Tom. And
the bastard seemed determined to take advantage of that fact.
　
          Another hour later and Harry was ready to scream. They had looked at
every single baby item in each store that they had entered. Granted that there
were only two stores in Diagon Alley, but somehow word finally leaked out that
the Dark Lord and his expecting consort were shopping in the second store,
"Tiny Wonders", and the last hour of shopping had been done in the company of
assorted reporters.
　
          "Lord Voldemort. I'm Wendy Pendleton from Witches Weekly. Our readers
were wondering if you know what you are expecting?"
　
          "A child," Tom responded with a smile and a light chuckle, prompting
more laughter from the gathered crowd. "But to be serious, our attending Healer
has informed us that we are expecting twins. We have not wished to have further
knowledge beyond that however."
　
　
          "Rita Skeeter here. My question is for your lovely consort, Lady
Calypso," Rita piped up with a sickeningly sweet smile on her lips, her
poisoness-green quill hovering nearby and writing away quickly. "What is the
Dark Lord like at home?"
　
          "Well," Harry began in his light, breathy voice. "Tom normally spends
a great deal of time in his office working hard to make a better world for all
of the wizards and witches in it. However, he has taken some time away from his
work lately to keep me company as the prenancy has advanced. In fact, just the
other week, the wonderful man attended to me when I was having difficulties
rising from the examination table after the latest Healer's exam. He was
infinitely kind and gentle as he insured that I was fully relaxed and not
dealing with any amount of stress."
　
          Harry may have been forced to only tell what occurred in his life
with Tom in the most white-washed, Tom-centric versions possible, however that
didn't stop him from expressing his displeasure via other means. And so Harry,
fed up with the frequent public bathroom breaks, aching back, sore,swollen
feet, nitpicking over bit of furniture and clothing, and now the obnoxious
questions and crowding by a small hoarde of nosey strangers, lashed out in the
only way he could. He kicked Tom in the shin, hard, and waddled off to the
restroom once again.
　
          Narcissa covered her mouth with one hand so that her Lord wouldn't
see her giggling. Quickly getting control over herself, she chose to answer the
unasked question she was able to infer by looking at Tom's face it expressed
puzzlement underlaid with a bit of anger as he balanced on one foot and rubbed
at his injured shin. Casting a small privacy ward around the two of them,
Narcissa leaned slightly forward in towards her Lord.
　
          "I do believe that my 'niece' was trying to tell you that she is
ready to be escorted back the the Keep, my Lord. And before you become to cross
with 'her', I will freely admit to doing something similar to Lucius when he
insisted on keeping me out and away from the comfort of our manor for longer
than I was willing to be gone when I was nearing the end of my pregnancy except
that I pinched something rather intimate quite hard. And before you even begin,
you knew 'she' was of Black blood before you chose 'her', so think a bit on
just what that means."
　
          Tom froze for a minute before he blanched as it occured to him that
the Black's were notorious for being mentally unstable and that there
were...stories, told about the women of the family when they were expecting.
Considering everything, he was grateful that he'd merely been kicked in the
shin, even though it was publicly done.
　
　
　
　
　
                                   8th_Month
　
          "Such a pleasure to see you Lord Greengrass, Lady Greengrass. So
pleased that you could both attend the little celebration being thrown in honor
of expected children," Tom gave a socially acceptable half-smile as he greeted
the latest arrivals to the baby shower that the Malfoys were hosting, Harry
standing placidly by his side in his guise as Lady Calypso. "And I have heard
that your own children are bringing much acclaim to the family name. We will
have to speak more later, if you would? We are only expecting one last arrival
and then we will be starting."
　
          Tom gave a graceful gesture with one hand, indicating his desire to
have the married couple move into the next room. Lord and Lady Greengrass gave
polite greetings, including Lord Greengrass bowing over Harry's hand and
kissing the air over it, before excusing themselves from the entry hall of
Malfoy Manor. Once they had exited the room, Harry found himself pulled flush
against Tom's body: the other's arms tightly wrapped about him with the hands
resting on the large baby buldge. Tom leaned down until his mouth was level
with the smaller male's ears.
　
          "You look exquisite. So full of the life I pumped into you, and what
pleasure it was to do such, and wearing the colors and trappings that mark you
as belonging to the Lord of Slytherin. I will have to-"
　
          Tom was halted in his recitation of just what he was going to do when
the last expected visitor finally arrived.
　
          "Ah, Severus, my friend," Tom pulled away from Harry's ear with a
much more sincere grin for his loyal follower than was offered for the previous
arrivals. "We have been waiting on you."
　
          "My apologies, my Lord," Severus answered, sounding slightly frazzled
as he did so, before quickly casting a small privacy ward over the entry hall.
"The old coot insisted on having me attend him just as I was making my way from
Hogwarts. It turns out that the old meddler found out that I was on my way
here, to attend the most coverted gathering of the year. Well, at least until
you actually present the little brats, but any way."
　
          Here Severus paused for a moment to regather his thoughts so that he
could present them in the orderly manner that Tom preferred.
　
          "Dumbledore and several of the Weasleys are going to be just as much
trouble as you suspected. The rest of the Order has disbanded, pleased with the
peaceful manner of the takeover and the nature of the reforms that have been
signed into law. Especially the damn wolf. Even Black has been successfully
derailed in his hunt to aquire and raise Potter's brat by the legislation
requiring all those of appropriate age to bring forth an heir and a spare.
Brilliant play on your part, my Lord. However, it appears that senility has
begun to come into play for our esteemed Headmaster as he seems that he has
lost all trace of subtlety. He had me accompany him to his office before I
could leave, where it turns out that Molly and Ginevra were waiting for me.
          "They wished for me to somehow slip away from the gathering, meet up
with Potter who they know full well is under your guardianship as they were the
ones to sign him away, and convince the brat to freely sign a marriage contract
that the Goblins had obviously been involved with drawing up that would have
betrothed Harry and Ginevra. I was able to briefly examin the contract on my
way over and if Harry signed it, it would have made Ginevra the Lady Potter,
giving her all rights over the family line and stripping said rights away from
Harry. He would have had to sire a child upon the wench and then she would have
been able to cast him from the family, leaving him nameless, penniless, and
without the benefit of the family magics."
　
          Harry had been feeling increasing worse as Severus continued speaking
and when the Potion's Master reached the end of his little bombshell, he would
have collapsed if not for Tom's support. He had been informed of the manner of
the Weasley/Malfoy feud and the fact that it was more of a Prewett/Malfoy feud
that had transferred over when Arthur Weasley choose to ignore Lucius Malfoy's
words of warnings about the females of the family and how they had fixation/
obsession issues. In fact, the feud exploded when Lucius suggested that Arthur
go to a Healer and get checked for potions. Once hearing the reason, and
talking to a few key paintings at Malfoy Manor, Harry had counted himself lucky
that love potions could only work once the victim was out of puberty and that
he had been snatched up by Voldemort when he was. Sure, the Dark Lord may be
only interested in keeping his enemy as a breeder and whore while keeping him
under his paranoid, watchful eyes as a valuable holder of a bit of his soul,
but the man actually was taking very good care of Harry by seeing to it that
Harry had excellent clothing, accomedations, and food.
　
          The man had even begun to loosen his hold on Harry just a bit. It
wasn't much, but compared to when Harry was first bestowed on the Dark Lord,
the differences were very noticable. Harry had even noticed a bit of a
difference in the way that Voldemort was treating him personally, which lead
Harry to seeking the other male out for company much more often.
　
          Harry gave one last pitiful sounding snuffle before pulling himself
back together. Severus wouldn't have admitted to feeling anything remotely
resembling a positive emotion towards the spoiled brat, but he had to admire
the way the boy visably pulled himself together before turning to address Tom.
　
          "My Lord," Harry began, his breathy alto noticably quivering. "We
have tarried here long enough. Our guests await us."
　
          "Of course," Tom glanced down at Harry. "You are absolutely correct
and we shouldn't be keeping then waiting any longer. Severus, we will speak of
this later."
　
          Tom offered his arm, which Harry took with a graceful placement of
his petite hands. Just before they were going to leave the entry way, Tom heard
a small, hysterical sounding laugh escape his consort. Looking down, Tom used
his free hand to capture the pointed chin of his consort and forced the other
to meet his eyes. Harry, seeing the question Tom wished to ask, spoke up before
the other could actually voice it.
　
          "I'm just remembering something Draco said to me on the train to
Hogwarts. I guess he was right. Some families are better than others."
　
　
　
                                   9th_Month
　
          Harry was extremely large with the twins by the time the 37th week of
the pregnancy came around and he wasn't doing much of anything but sitting
around, well propped up with pillows. It had come as a bit of a shock to him
just how big he had gotten with only two babies when he had already gone
through a five fetus pregnancy. When he voiced that question to Healer Smithe,
Harry was told that it was the size difference in the babies that was the main
culprit as the pups were a fraction of the size of a human baby.
　
          Harry grimaced as he rubbed at his bare stomach where tiny bumps
could be seen pushing outwards while others were sliding across his stretched
skin. As his delivery date rapidly approached, the twins had become much more
active, almost as if they knew that their over-crowding would finally be coming
to an end.
          Harry stretched out a foot while simultaneously straightening his
back as much as he was able to with the weight hanging off of him at the
moment. Although most of the baby weight was currently being well supported by
the buoyancy of the water in which Harry was lounging. For all of the cooling
charms cast about the Keep, Harry was very prone to over-heating in his current
state and, when not resting in one of the supremely comfortable chairs kept in
the nursery or study, had taken to excusing himself to the comfort and support
offered by his large, spa quality tub, making sure to have plently of oils
added to the water in an attempt to soothe the irritated stretch marks
spreading over his stomach.
　
          Even if he could only enter and exit the thing by means of House Elf.
　
　
          Harry grimaced again as the discomfort in his abdominal region
racheted up a notch. He really hadn't been enjoying the amount of false
contractions, which Healer Smithe referred to as Braxton-Hicks, that had
occured with this pregnancy. He hadn't had such a problem while expecting his
first five children, but they had been so bad with the twins that just two days
previously he had thought that he was in active labour. Charles was promptly
summoned from the suite of rooms he was occupying while he was on call for the
delivery. But once Harry had been fully examined, it was decided that it wasn't
time yet and the contractions were easily halted by Healer Smithe.
　
　
          "Chhhsss!"
　
          Harry was jarred from his introspective thoughts by a tight pain
clamping itself around his lower stomach. The pain so sharp and stabbing that
Harry let out a clenched hiss of pain.
　
          "Botor! I need you assistance!" Harry cried out for his bath elf, who
appeared immediately.
　
          "What cans I dos for Master-consort?" Botor squeaked out as he popped
into the room, standing beside the edge of the sunken tub.
　
　
          "Please lift me from the tub, dry me, and levitate me onto my bed,"
Harry spoke up. Botor had been of huge help to him, especially as many things
that the normally independent wizard could do on his own became impractical for
him to deal with while expecting.
　
　
          Botor snapped his fingers, at which point Harry gently rose from the
luke-warm, oil laden water. Another snap of the fingers had a massively over-
sized, extremely soft and fluffy towel wrapped around his body and making quick
work of drying him as well as gently mopping up the excess oils that were
unable to get absorbed into his skin.
　
          It while Harry was being ever so carefully levitated through the
bathroom door, and into the bedroom, that something unexpected happened. Harry
felt the worst tightening, clenching sensation yet, causing the boy to loudly
cry out and wrap around his bulging stomach, only to feel something warm and
wet gush out of his body. Once the liquid ceased it's flow, Harry felt a great
lessening of the internal pressure that he had become so accustomed to over the
last several months.
　
          In a bit of shock, Harry could only conclude that his water had
broken. Once settled on the bed, Harry barked out an order at the elf.
　
          "Quickly! Fetch Healer Smithe! Bring him here no matter what, then
fetch your Lord! NOW!" Harry roared out the last bit as what he now recognized
was a contraction ripped across his stomach.
　
　
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
　
          The room was dark. Not the true darkness that comes with the total
absence of light: where windows are non-existent or completely blacked out,
doors are well sealed against stray beams, or the room is entirely enclosed
with the only means of entry is that of magical means. No. This was only the
darkness that comes with the mere lack of lit fixtures. Star and moon light
streamed in from the windows. The door was cracked, allowing for the hallway
lights to ooze through the opening. There was also a tiny bit of light
illuminating the room in the corner near a rocking chair and well-stocked,
waist-high dresser that was provided by a small charm that acted as a
nightlight.
　
          It was in this light shaded darkness that a tall, shadowy figure
could be made out as it loomed over one of a pair of cribs. A hand rose from
the mass of the shadow and slowly lowered itself into the nearest crib, where
it came to a gentle rest onto the head of one of the two infants currently
occupying the crib. The long, elegant fingers slowly and carefully began to
card through the silky, barely there strands of dark hair, pausing for only a
moment when the rapid breathing of the sleeping infant briefly changed tempo
before it settled back into it's rapid rhythum once again. The caressing
fingers sliding down the miniscule face as intense eyes, that occasionally
flashed dark red in the barely there light, gazed down on the sleeping newborns
sharing one crib.
　
 
          A tiny snorting, snuffling noise from the identical face sleeping
beside the first baby had the exploring fingers rising from the first child and
hesitantly moving to the second, where they began an attempt to soothe the
infant and keep it asleep. An attempt that was successful, as the watcher was
rewarded by a sigh and the resumption of the rapid breathing. The hand was
reluctantly withdrawn from the child and joined it's partner grasping the
elaborately worked edge of the crib.
　
          The watcher straightened up, although that didn't put any noticable
difference in the distance from the crib to the body. The room was silent, save
for the rapid puffs that indicated the new lives were there and doing well,
until the watcher chose to finally share some of the thoughts going on in his
head.
　
          "Sons....my sons," came the sibilant whisper. "Heirs of my body,
blood, and magic. So much awaits you..."
　
　
          The quiet, hissing whispers trailed off as the thin, but strong,
hands tightened around the railing before releasing the tension. Nothing aside
from breathing was heard again in the room for several long moments before the
looming shadow once again chose to speak.
　
          "I truly had no idea about the bonds of family before now; however,
now that I have held you, my heirs, I have a better grasp on the idea. I have
always planned to remold the world I was brought into when a child, as it was
not the most...welcoming, to those with differences. Whether those differences
be of blood, outlooks on magic, or what makes someone a person with all of the
rights and privileges thereof.
　
          "Now, I know that I have cheated my death and, by accident, that of
your bearer's, so that we will always be here for the two of you. But, I now
know that it will never be enough. My sons," Voldemort leaned forward over the
sleeping infants, his eyes almost glowing red. "I swear that you will be raised
in a better world, or I will see it burned to the ground if that is what will
be needed."
　
　
          Voldemort leaned back. If anyone had been in the room, and had been
able to make out the features hidden in the shadows, they would have seen an
expression of wry humor take over the aristocratic features of the Dark Lord.
　
          "Not that I will be the one that people should be worrying about,
honestly. Your bearer...I can't believe that it has taken me this long to
figure out what is going on. Although, maybe it shouldn't be all that
surprising that it took yet another bit of accidental magic during your birth
to see what was right in front of me, as well as yet another peace treaty
dependent upon a child of your bearer's body and the species' chosen
representative . He is arranging his own form of peace, enforced by his blood.
I truly hope you enjoy having siblings, as you will have many of them and,
thanks to your bearer's magic, you will be unable to do battle with any of
them."
　
          Just then, one of the newborns let out a tiny wail and tried to flail
his hands which were well swaddled against his body by the baby blanket.
Hissing nonsensical things, Tom cautiously scooped up the child and held him
against his chest, taking care to support the relatively large head on it's
weak neck. Gently swaying from side to side, Tom slowly made his way over to
the lit corner, where the changing mat was arranged on top of the dresser.
Placing the tiny newborn boy down, Tom couldn't help but sigh as he felt
another tightening in his chest as he looked onto the helpless, fussing, child.
　
　
          "My son..." Tom quietly breathed out.
　
　
　
　
Chapter End Notes
     well, I hope you've all enjoyed the fic. in my eyes, this chapter
     wraps up most of the major plot; however, this fic is far from over.
     I will probably be turning it back to it's original plan: a stress
     reliving fic for porn writing. I do want to come back to the Weasley
     ladies at some point in the future so we'll see what happens, it's
     just during this time of the year, most of my time is taken up with
     stitching, knitting, sewing, baking, and cooking. Stress relief is
     KEY and after New Year's I will be starting to post my HP X LOTR
     crossover.
***** Chapter 16 *****
          It had been nearly one year since he had given birth to his twin boys
and, much to his astonished pleasure, life had gotten far better than he could
have ever hoped for on that shocking day he had awoken to find himself hanging
from some contraption while the Dark Lord modified his body, all the while
informing him that Fenrir was going to breed him like a common bitch. And while
life was better, he was still the legal property of, and fully bonded consort
to, an immortal Dark Lord which meant that Harry had learned to take things as
they come and to always look on the bright side of life. Said Dark Lord ha
managed to successfully over take the wizarding world and make numerous
treaties with the various inhabitants, including those of a non-wizarding
nature.
　
          Which is how Harry found himself sitting nervously on the edge of a
bed that had been raised at least five feet off of the floor, not knowing what
to expect when the door opened. Oh, he knew, in the very broadest sense of the
word, that when the door opened, he would be seeing to the completion of the
treaty with the centaurs. The many potions he had had to take and spells cast
on him would ensure that the terms were fulfilled within the twenty-four hours
granted for the deed. He just wasn't sure about the mechanics involved.
　
          After all, providing an "heir both of his body and of the chosen
representative" meant that something rather large and intimate of the centaur
would be entering somewhere quite tiny and intimate on him.
　
          Letting a sigh escape lips swollen and bruised by nervous biting,
Harry flung himself backwards onto the bed knowing that the luxurious bedding
and supremely comfortable mattress would catch and cradle his slight body.
Looking up at the ceiling, Harry lost himself in thoughts of the twins'
recently celebrated birthday as he attempted to calm his nerves.
　
　
          It had been a small gathering, especially if his and Tom's positions
in the new government were taken into account. Harry had been expecting a
large, gala-like affair, where toadies and kiss-ups would make nuisances of
themselves and those few that actually meant something to Tom, and were coming
to be a bit closer to Harry, would be pushed out. It was a very pleasant
surprise to find out that while Tom had arranged for a larger, more public,
party to celebrate his heirs' first year of life, he had also asked Narcissa to
host a much smaller, more intimate gathering just for those closest to the two
rulers. So, on the day of the boys' birthday, he in his consort form and Tom,
each holding one of the boys, had made a brief stopover at the public party,
just long enough for the twins to be seen and for Tom to give a speech to the
masses, before continuing onwards to Malfoy Manor where he was able to once
again resume the looks that proclaimed him to be Harry Potter. Once there, the
four of them joined the guests, and their dates, that had already arrived.
　
　
　
          Harry smiled brightly as he recalled the shock and horror on Malfoy
Sr.'s face when he found out that the date he had given Draco permission to
invite to the small gathering ended up being dates, pural. It turns out that
the Malfoy Heir had been dating Fred and George Weasley on the sly for almost
an entire year, having come to the conclusion that the "Demonic Duo", as Draco
referred to them as, were more Slytherin than most of those that were sorted
there to begin with. Narcissa was surprisingly fine with the triad, only taking
a moment to pull aside Fred and George and quietly informed the two that she
was considered the most...accomplished, of the Black sisters and that she
hadn't allowed any of her skills to lessen through the years and that she would
happily demonstrate some of her many talents if her beloved son ever expressed
any bit of unhappiness. The whole time she spoke, Narcissa had a gentle smile
on his lips, somehow making the little speech just that much more spine
tingling.
　
　
          Snickering, Harry rolled over onto his stomach. He had never thought
to see the twins so subdued, but after talking to Narcissa, who lowered her
voice enough to be unheard at the end of her little speech, the twosome had
almost fled back to Draco and from then on, could only be describe as cowering
behind the smaller, blond male every time Draco's mother was in the same room.
Harry had only had a very brief window of opportunity to speak to the twins
before he was mobbed by his oldest five children. Fred and George had only had
enough time to express their disgust with their mother and sister over what
Molly had done to Harry and what the two were trying to persuade some of the
lawmakers to write up and bring to a vote before the Wizengamot before their
conversation was interrupted. And it wasn't by a jealous, possesive Tom or a
perpetually horny Fenrir, but instead their conversation and the news about
what the ladies of the clan were up to was brought to a halt by the ear-drum
shattering screeches of happiness from his five oldest as they ran into the
room and latched onto any part of Harry that they could reach, before
clamboring to see the babies.
　
          And hadn't that been quite the difference from when the quints had
first met the twins: when the first question ventured by one of his older
children was along the lines of when the smelly, loud, ugly thing was going
back. Nowadays though, his eldest children had fully embraced their younger,
less developed, half-siblings, especially Concordia and Constantina, who both
delighted in dressing the identical twin boys in matching clothing as though
the infants were merely life-sized dolls. On this day, however, the girls had
been unable to assist in the clothing choices as Tom had had matching, tiny
wizarding robes made up in emerald green with silver stitching and the
Slytherin crest on the breast for the boys to wear.
　
          Harry laughed louder as he recalled the sour look on his bonded's
face as his precious heirs, when presented with their own fairy cakes,
proceeded to feed each other bits of the cakes, which they then ended up mostly
wearing. If it wasn't for cleaning charms, Harry would have had to declare the
robes a total loss as the fairy cakes had been thickly frosted, and said
frosting ended up everywhere, including, somehow, on the inside of the robes.
　
 
          The sound of the door opening drew Harry's attention, causing him to
raise his head up and twist around slightly until he could see the entrance to
the room. Framed in the doorway was a massive centaur who was slowly pacing
forward. The male was obviously a warrior, based on the scars and muscle mass.
He had long, dark red hair, tied into a tail at the base of his neck, and his
horse half was covered with tiny freckles and bits of red, mainly in dark
shades of the color with the occasional lighter hued patches. The unknown
centaur had deeply tanned skin and, when Harry finally got the courage up to
look him in the face, oddly bright blue eyes set in a square face with generous
lips and plenty of laugh lines. The male only paused for a moment, just long
enough to shut the door which would have activated the privacy wards Harry knew
were tied to it, before making his stately way over to the bed.
　
　
          "Harry Potter," the centaur began. "I am known as Rowan. I was
selected to fulfill the desires of the stars by the acclaim of the tribes as I
am considered a warrior without peer as well as being exceptionally connected
to the heavens. I would not have wished to sire a foal on a child, but the
stars speak of a lasting peace brought about by the blood of one, and so when
it was read as time, my people took the necessary steps. Hence why I am here."
　
          Rowan stopped speaking and shifted his haunches a bit, lightly
sniffing at the air as he did so.
　
          "I can tell that the needed spells have been cast, as the scents in
the air indicate a ripe mare is here and are causing an appropriate reaction in
me. So shall we commence with mating?"
　
          Harry re-positioned himself on the bed as he listened to the centaur
introduced himself, spoke about the stars, and then went right into the reason
why the two of them were in a room together. Nodding shyly in agreement, a
furiously blushing Harry slid off of the bed, loosened his robe, and let it
fall to the floor. Looking to the floor and Rowan's massive, pie-pan hooves,
Harry cleared his throat to speak as he tried to ignore the goosebumps
prickling across his naked skin.
　
          "How would you sugest we do this?" Harry quietly voiced.
　
          He was answered without words as large hands suddenly scooped him up,
spun him around and placed him on the bed with his arse in the air, knees
underneath with his feet near the edge of the bed, and his chest flat to the
bedding. The hands moved then and began to gently pat and caress his flanks,
slowly moving downwards until they came to Harry's entrance, where one of the
hands briefly withdrew, only to come back with a cold object that was touched
to the tiny rosebud.
　
          Harry let out a shocked gasp as whatever that was caused a sudden
change in him. Where his guardian muscles had been tightly clenched in nervous
anticipation and a bit of fear, they were now completely loosened and slightly
numb feeling. His anal passage was also feeling shockingly different and Harry
let out a moan as the need to fill the now desperately empty, yet strangely
moist, passage rose and crested over him.
　
          A large horse hoof came into his field of vision from where his head
was tilted off to one side, allowing him to breathe, and the bed groaned and
creaked as it settled beneath a heavy weight. Not that Harry cared to notice as
at the same time the hoof appeared, a thick, twitching, wet, muscle decided to
make itself known by pressing up against his slightly numbed, very well
loosened entrance. Pushing back as much as he was able, Harry tried to
encourage Rowan to complete the deed and shove his cock into Harry's very
needy, empty depths.
　
 
          Harry didn't have to wait very long. A small thrust on Rowan's part
had his erection poping through the magically prepared muscles. Letting out an
obscene sounding moan, Harry relished in the way the empty feeling was chased
away as the immense cock was slowly slid into his passage. It wasn't until he
felt that Rowan's cock was going to emerge from his throat if is went any
further that the slow foward slide halted. At which point, the organ that
filled Harry so completely began to be withdrawn just as slowly as it had
entered.
　
          "No, no, no...Please! Don't take it away! So EMPTY!" Harry wailed as
he clenched down tightly on the immense girth splitting him open in an attempt
to halt its removal. His hands tightly grasping the fabric under his fingers,
Harry attempted to turn his head enough to make eye contact with Rowan, hoping
that by doing so, his anguish would be easily seen and would sway the centaur
to cease the removal of the only thing keeping the emptiness away. He was
halted in his efforts by a deep chuckle and Rowan speaking up with his deep
bass voice.
　
　
          "Do not worry yourself little mare. I will ride you hard until
morning, when the charms allowing for my accomodation and your neediness will
wear off. Until then," Rowan suddenly withdrew almost all of his length, only
to slam it back forward and get rewarded by a scream from Harry for his
efforts. "I think that will have to step up my efforts as you are far too
coherent."
　
　
          Harry let out another wail as Rowan slid out and slammed home once
again, catching his prostate easily with his massive girth every time he did
so. It wasn't any surprise that Harry was unable to last under such an assault
and he felt as though his orgasm was ripped from him. Screaming our his
completion, Harry wasn't given any time to relax or recover as Rowan just
continued his brutal pace, ignoring the way the tiny male's muscles clamped
down and spasmed around his thrusting, rigid length. As a consequence of the
way Rowan ignored his first completion and just continued on, Harry's cock
rapidly refilled, his battered prostate not allowing for any other option when
combined with his youth.
　
          And so it continued for the rest of the night, with Harry having many
orgasms and Rowan only peaking a bare handful of times. Each time Rowan came,
he would absolutely flood Harry's passage with such vast amounts of seed that
much of it would shoot back out around Rowan's pulsing cock. Only after Rowan
spent his seed, did either of the males have any rest, as the centaur would
pull out and then slowly pace the room until he had recovered enough that the
scent that he claimed filled the room could once again work its magic on him.
　
 
          By morning, Harry was decimated and the second Rowan pulled out for
what would be the last time, he collapsed onto his side and fell asleep.
　
          Chucking tiredly, Rowan ran his fingers gently through the tangled
mane of the youngling.
　
          "Rest well, young mage. The heavens and I, as well as my people, give
you much thanks for the future that your blood brings about."
　
　
 
　
　
　
　
　
***** Chapter 17 *****
　
          "Alright, I have to know just how this is going to work," Harry said
as he entered Tom's office, his emerald-hued eyes flashing with determination
and one hand resting on the very slight bump that indicated the success of the
mating with the centaur.
　
 
          Tom leaned back in his executive chair, pushing away the reams of
paperwork he was attempting to work though, some of which detailed what,
exactly, the Weasley stalker and her harridan of a mother were attempting to
arrange and finagle with Dumbledore's assistance in the Wizengamot. Looking up
at his determined consort, Tom pushed his chair back and gave a sharp gesture
towards Harry. The much smaller male made his way around the massive desk and
climbed onto Tom's lap, with only a hint of reluctance, placing his back to
Tom's chest. It had taken several arguments and a great deal of time and
effort, but Harry and Tom had come to an accord about their lives. And in
Harry's case, the need to be treated as breeding stock by the magical beings of
Wizarding Briton.
　
 
          Harry could only chalk it up to the beings coming to the conclusion
that if they had much closer relations, as in blood ties, to at least one of
the rulers of the new government, they were more likely to be treated as equals
now, and into the future. It was as valid a hypothesis as any, and as no one
else was sharing their thoughts on the subject, it was the one he was going to
run with until further evidence came his way.
　
 
          "Well...," Harry scowled as he gently poked at Tom's shoulder.
"Aren't you going to enlighten me?"
　
 
          "And what, precisely, are you seeking knowledge about?"
　
 
          Harry scowled, giving Tom a seriously pissed of glare for the
question. Tom would never admit it, but Harry always looked like a bedraggled
kitten when he did so.
　
 
          "Forgive me," Tom decided to speak up and allow his consort the
'win', so to speak. "I would wish for you to clarify your question, as it is
rather open ended, and I am truly unsure of just which bit of information you
are seeking."
　
　
 
          Harry's expression lightened.
　
 
          "I need some more information on wizard/centuar matings. I'm already
showing and it's only been a month! I went to the library, but came up fairly
empty handed. Just a bare handful of books even mentioned the possibility of
such a thing, and only one really gave much information on the subject. And
even then, the book really didn't go into much detail and said that the centaur
would "initiate the mate into the secrets according to the heavens". Blasted
centaurs have infiltrated the books."
　
　
　
          Tom was fairly certain that he wasn't supposed to hear that last bit
as it was quietly mumbled, but Harry was sitting on his lap, making it much
easier to overhear such mumbles. Mentally smirking, but making sure no
expression crossed his face, Tom gently placed a hand on top of Harry's tiny
bump. Tapping the swollen mass lightly ensured that Tom had Harry's undivided
attention and drew him out of whatever mental rant he had clearly drifted off
into.
　
 
          "A centaur pregnancy most clearly mirrors that of a normal horse,
typically averaging 11 months. Part of the reason you are showing so much
earlier is because the developing fetus is far, far larger than the cavity it
would normally be occupying, as centuars are built for such a large foal," Tom
pulled Harry tightly against his chest as he saw the beginnings of panic start
to flash across his bonded's face. "Shh, little one. Let me finish. I may have,
in the far past, tried to kill you. In the near past, I have not cared for your
comfort or ease to the fullest extent of my ability. BUT, you are now MINE, in
all ways and I will no longer seek any means that would permantly injure you,
let a lone result in your death."
　
 
          "Do you remember how long Severus, Lucius, and I were casting at you
before Rowan arrived to consumate the treaty?" Tom looked down at his lapful,
thankful that his little wizard was calming down and looking thoughtful, which
was a large improvement. "Do you also remember how he touched something to your
entrance before mounting you and sliding his massive cock deep into your
welcoming, hot depths?"
　
 
          Harry blushed, both from the arousal at the memories Tom's words were
drawing forth and from the embarrasment that came at finding out later that
Tom, Lucius, and Severus had watched the whole thing via spelled mirrors in
another room. Nodding, Harry played with Tom's fingers, not quite able to bring
himself to meet the older wizard's eyes, as he attempted to ignore his half-
hard erection. His attempt failed though when Tom shifted slightly and brought
to Harry's attention the fact that the older wizard was also affected by his
words. Harry ground backwards into the firming rod and didn't bother to stifle
his moan, knowing that Tom loved hearing all of the little noises Harry made
when he was aroused.
　
 
          "Minx!" Tom bit out, grasping harshly at Harry's upper arms in an
attempt to hold him still. "You will just have to wait a moment for me to
attend to you. You came for knowledge, and that is what you will receive first.
Before you receive," Tom slowly ground his erection into the rounded bottom
filling his lap, "something far different. Two bits of information for you, my
tease. The first is that the majority of the spells cast upon you were to
ensure that you would have the space needed to accept into your body the gifts
of the centaur. This refers to both the foal growing within you, and the means
of giving you the seed that brought forth the new life. What was cast is a
variation of wizarding space developed by healers for those wizards and witches
who have found themselves claimed as mates by our less human-seeming
compatriots.
　
 
          "The second major spell used is one that will be of assistance in the
delivery of the foal. As you could neither be spared from my side and company
nor the various functions which we as rulers must attend, Rowan was unable to
mate you on his clans' grounds with the elders assisting which would have done
the same thing, but with centaur magic instead of wizarding magic. So instead,
our spells will ensure that once the time comes to deliver, you will have a
shift in species for a small while. You will be a centaur from the time your
labor takes over until the foal has finished its first nursing."
　
 
          Tom's eyes flashed a brilliant, bloody red and one hand groped at
Harry's flat chest.
　
 
          "We will have to see about bringing back your formidable assets back
onto your more masculine form as the foal will still need to nurse for some
time and such lovely mounds would truly be the easiest for the babe to suckle
from. But for now, let us ignore such considerations and instead turn our
attentions to much more pleasant activites," Tom leered as he lifted and turned
Harry, placing the younger male's back onto the desk with his legs hanging off,
ignoring the bits of paperwork that fluttered to the floor with the sudden
disturbance.
　
　
          Surging up and out of his chair, Tom gave a careless wave of his hand
that banished all of their articles of clothing back to their rooms. Leaning
over the flushed and panting eternal boy on his desk, Tom basked in the
knowledge that the tasty morsel belonged to him to do with what he willed. He
took advantage of that fact by quickly swooping down and savagely attacking the
slim neck, sucking and biting at the fair skin until it was peppered with
numerous claiming marks. Moving downwards, Tom came to one puckered, rosy
nipple and pulled the nubbin into his mouth, where he suckled vigorously before
biting at the raised stub. Hearing a harsh mewl of protest from his victim at
the treatment, Tom released his teeth and switch to laving the abused nub with
his tongue before sliding across the boyish chest to similarily use the other
nubbin.
 
 
          Pleased with the gasps and mewls from his bonded, Tom suckled his way
down the rest of the torso, ensuring that plenty of marks were left behind to
blemish the soft skin. Tom payed particular attention to the growing mound that
denoted the babe forming within. It may not have been caused by his seed, but
it was quite indicative of his chosen's fertility as well as the means to
solidify his power. Finally arriving at the very visual proof of Harry's
desire, Tom chose to bypass it briefly and started nibling on Harry's inner
thigh.
　
 
          "Errgghh! You....bloody....wanker!" Harry gasped out in between
hastily snatched breaths. "Tom you-"
　
　
 
          Tom didn't wait to see what else Harry was going to say and chose the
simplest means of interruption. He engulfed Harry's cock in his mouth and
swallowed it down to the root, causing the Light Lord to attempt to shoot up
from the desk in shock. Attempt being the key word as Tom was prepared and used
his hands on Harry's hips to hold the boy down. Once Harry thudded back down
onto the desktop, Tom slid one hand down and under Harry until he was able to
place his forefinger against Harry's entrance. Pushing a bit on the finger
yielded the results he was looking for. The spells Tom had placed on Harry
immediately allowed the digit to slip into the welcoming heat, the passage
already slick and able to stretch easily as it engulfed the finger to the last
knuckle.
　
 
          Pulling off with a lewd pop and a smirk, Tom pulled Harry across his
desk just a bit until his backside was flush with the desk's edge, ignoring
Harry's wails of protest the entire time. Using one hand, Tom slowly fed his
drooling length into Harry, not stopping until he had bottomed out with his
balls flush against the other's skin. Tom paused for only a moment to enjoy the
way Harry looked, all flushed and sweaty and wanton, before withdrawing his
erection. Harry obviously disagreed with that as his anal muscles clamped down
harshly in an attempt to keep filled, but Tom ignored them except for an
indrawn gasp of air that escaped him.
　
 
          To fired up to draw things out, Tom fell into a rapid pace. Quick
withdrawals were followed by equally quick returning thrusts, the angles only
varied slightly until he was rewarded by Harry's screams of pleasure, at which
point Tom did his best to keep his return thrusts at the same angle to better
hammer into Harry's prostate. It was in no time at all that found Tom rapidly
approaching his orgasm, and feeling Harry begin to tighten and clench up around
him, it was a fair conclusion to think that Harry was right with him.
　
 
          Just before he was sure he was going to cum, Tom reached down and
harshly pulled at Harry's scrotum. Harry let out a screech of pain, which Tom
ignored as he came hard, flooding the heated sheath with his seed in several
sharp pulses. Stilling for a moment in search of his breath, Tom leered at a
very pissed off looking Harry Potter who looked absolutey furious, his reddish-
purple hued cock twitching and leaking copious amounts of pre-ejaculate. Not
giving the younger man a chance to speak, Tom withdrew his still semi-hard
erection and lifted Harry off of the desk.
　
　
          Holding the slighter male tightly against his chest, Tom glided over
to the loveseat near the window where he sat down. Tom pulled Harry down with
him and made his consort straddle his lap, savoring the skin to skin contact.
Tom hid his smirk by nuzzling into the wild raven locks briefly. Hearing Harry
start to sputter and wind up, Tom choose to derail the boy before he could get
started on a rampage.
　
　
          "Well?" Tom began, raising an eyebrow and giving Harry a smug look.
"If you want to orgasm tonight, you will have to chase it for yourself."
　
　
          Tom then reached a hand between their bodies and pulled hard on his
cock a time or two until the organ, which had yet to fully soften, roared back
into full, aching hardness. Harry looked peeved as the first words left Tom's
mouth, but by the end he was flushed and panting once again as he writhed on
Tom's broad lap. Lifting himself up, Harry grabbed for Tom's erection with one
hand and, using the other to stabilize himself by holding onto the strong
shoulder of the older wizard, carefully maneuvered himself until he could feel
the tip of the large cock pressed against his stretched and needy opening.
Sinking down, Harry accepted the invader into his body, only stopping when it
became impossible to go any farther as he was flush with Tom's lap. Gathering
his muscles, Harry lifted himself until Tom's cock was just held within his
passage before sinking back down again.
　
 
          It took Harry several tries, but eventually he found a rhythm and
angle that worked the best for him. And judging by Tom's wordless encourgement
of soft grunts and growls, and the way the other man was using his hands to
steady and steer Harry, he was also pleased with Harry's efforts. Feeling his
balls drawing up once again and the, by now, familiar tensing in his lower gut,
Harry sped up and was practically bouncing on Tom's lap as he chased his first
orgasm of their current time together. It was thanks to Tom pulling harshly
down and giving a viscious up-thrust of his hips at the same time, that Harry
finally tipped over.
　
 
          Shouting, Harry let his release spray out as he clenched down hard on
the invader in his body. Coming down slowly from the post-orgasmic haze he
routinely fell into, Harry vaguely noted that he was still rather full.
Blinking sleepily at Voldemort, Harry was shocked when the male stood up with
him in his arms once again, spun him around, and placed on the loveseat in such
a way as to have his arse on the arm and his back flush against the chair seat.
　
　
 
          "We are far from done here. You are mine and I fully intend for you
to know just how much you belong to me for some time to come," Tom growled out,
his eyes flashing. "Oh, the things you do to me, Harry."
　
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                       　
                                       　
                                       　
                                       　
          "Ginny!" Harry shouted out, excited when the beautiful, redhaired
yound lady turned around and paused, clearly waiting for Harry to catch up to
her. "Glad I caught you before you left. I don't want to hold you up though,
so...mind if I escort you and we can talk on the way?"
　
          Ginny blushed and shyly ducked her head. Harry chuckled softly and,
reaching out, casually snagged one of Ginny's soft, daintly hands with one of
his own, larger hands. Giving a gentle, loving smile to the top of the bowed
head, Harry lightly sqeezed on the hand held so carefully within his own.
　
          "Well then, let's get moving, shall we?" Harry wisely held in the
snickers that wanted to escape him as Ginny blushed even brighter and almost
bolted forward, even as she tightened her grip on Harry's hand.
　
          Nothing was said for some time as the two of them made their way
forward, their fingers slowly entwining and their steps bringing them close
enough to casually brush up against one another. Harry was the one who decided
to break the comfortable silence.
　
          "Listen Gin. I know I'm not the best with words, but this last
year...You've really been there for me and it has really meant everything to
me. I've always loved your family. Molly and Arthur have treated just like a
son, and Bill, Charlie, Fred and George, and of course Ron, have made it more
then clear that I should consider myself to be one of their brothers. Heck,
even Percy has said that you could do worse, which coming from him is high
praise indeed," Harry had stopped walking at this point. Turning slightly,
Harry faced Ginny and placed his hands securely on her shoulders, ensuring that
she was facing towards Harry.
　
　
          Harry freed her shoulders and used one hand to gently raise her chin
until they were staring into each other's eyes. With the other hand, Harry
smoothly pushed a wayward strand the color of bright firelight back behind an
elfin pointed ear. Gathering a deep breath along with his courage, Harry
withdrew his hands and dropped to one knee. Fumbling in his pocket briefly,
Harry pulled a small jeweler's box out. Holding it up, Harry flipped the top
open to reveal a delicate band made of shining sliver-hued metal topped with a
large, faceted gem of a deep, saturated green that sparkled with elusive hints
of blue. On either side of the large gem were clear gems which were half the
size of the center stone.
　
　
          Ginny gasped, tears springing into her clear, sky-blue eyes. One hand
rose to cover her pink, cupid bow lips while the other reached out towards the
small box and its treasure, neither person noticing the definite shaking on the
out reaching limb.
　
　
          "My love, my firey one, my Ginny. You mean so much to me: the world,
the heavens, magic itself, and so very much more beyond. Will you do me the
infinite honor and joy of giving me your hand in marriage?" Harry asked with
his heart in his throat.
　
          Ginny could only nod frantically, too overcome with shock to actually
bring herself to speak any words of acceptance. Harry lifted the priceless ring
from the box and carefull slid the ring onto the delicate fingers of his love.
Laughing as his relief washed over him, Harry surged upwards and caught Ginny
tightly in his arms. In a spirit of exuberance, Harry began to spin his slight
fiancee around; however, as the reality of having his love held tight within
his arms finally registered itself within his brain, as well as the fact that
she had agreed to become his bride, Harry felt other emotions than joy and
relief. Slowly stopping his spinning, Harry came to rest with Ginny held
tightly within his arms and pressing her curvy figure against his own lithe
body. Groaning in desire, Harry bent down and caught her lips with his own. He
didn't even attempt to keep the meeting of lips chaste, moaning at her taste as
he harshly thrust his tongue into her mouth in a crude imitation of what they
would be doing later with other body parts as they celebrated the new step in
their relationship.
　
　
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          Harry shot up in bed, ignoring the bulge that was his two month
pregnant stomach. Panting harshly and gulping convulsively, he desperately
attempted to control the raging nausea that was trying to take him over.
Charles had warned him during the last pregnancy that vivid dreaming was a
common complaint during most pregnancies, but that was not like anything that
he had been even remotely expecting. What a nightmare!
　
　
　
　
                                 Three_months
　
          "Tom?" Harry quietly asked before taking up another dainty bite of
his grapefruit salad.
　
          Tom raised his bleary eyes from the delicate soufle his elves had
prepared for his breakfast and moved them onto his consort. Realising that the
boy had asked him something, Tom finally managed to line up enough brain waves
to at least grunt at the other male and let him know that Tom was giving some
attempt at listening. Tom knew he wasn't a morning person at the best of times,
but he had had way to much alcohol to drink last night.
　
          Lucius and Narcissa had hosted a massive dinner and ball in
celebration of their son and heir, Draco, finally signing a marriage contract.
And while a joining with the Weasley clan was far from Lucius' ideal, the ever
sneaky twins had maneuvered the very experienced politician into allowing such
a contract. When pressed by Tom, the elder blond male had relunctantly admitted
that the demonic duo had somehow tracked down the cause of the Malfoy/Weasley
feud, which was a contract that one of the Prewett females had conned her
obsession into signing.
　
　
          Fortunately for that Malfoy ancestor, the chit hadn't been well
versed in writing binding contracts which allowed him to escape the entrapment
with no penalties. Unfortunately for the current Malfoy Lord, the Weasley's had
inherited the still unfulfilled contract via marriage into the Prewett family
and the twins managed to find the Prewett's copy of the blasted thing, thus
forcing the current Lord into honoring the age old thing that ensured that at
some point in time, the Malfoys would have to marry the Prewetts.
　
          Draco had been almost unbearably smug about the whole thing. His aura
of smug satisfaction only increasing every time he was around his father, who
had about had a heart attack when Draco had first strolled into Luc's private
study and announced the engagement without a bit of warning, before just as
casually leaving the room once again.
　
          Narcissa was thrilled about the whole thing as the Weasley and
Prewett families were both know for their near-legendary fertility. The well-
bred lady had been seen cooing over various catalogs from numerous baby stores,
both from local stores and the much more expensive and exclusive ones over on
the continent. Tom was fairly certain that Narcissa had already started
decorating a nursery.
　
          Needless to say, the party the two had hosted had been the event of
the season for those fortunate enough to have been invited. And for those of
closer connections to the family, a much smaller and more private affair had
occured later once the crowds had left for home.
　
          Thus resulting in much too little sleep and far too much alcohol for
the Dark Lord. Said Dark Lord gave his head a sudden shake in an attempt to
focus properly on his consort who obviously had wanted to talk to him, promptly
causing him to loose his balance and face plant into one of his favorite
breakfast dishes.
　
　
          Harry just let out a put-upon sounding sigh and continued eating. He
could always ask Tom later about the upcoming Wizengamot sessions. When the man
was actually awake maybe.
　
 
　
　
　
　
                                  Four_months
　
　
          Fenrir gave a nervous glance around the darkened kitchen. It
shouldn't have had to come down to this, but what else was a werewolf supposed
to do around that time of the month. If he didn't have the blood and flesh he
was craving soon, he just knew that he would do something to get into massive
trouble. Which would get back to Tom, as it always did. And that was not
something Fenrir wanted to have happen again as the last time that had occured,
the screams and wails had injured his ears and upset his inner wolf immensely.
　
          Looking around the room one more time, and giving a good, harsh sniff
or two for insurance, Fenrir drew himself up in an attempt to resemble the
fearsome Alpha that he knew he was. Striding boldly forward, he made his way to
the cold cupboard were the fresh game was stored. Flinging the door open,
Fenrir paused for a moment as his mouth watered at the sights and smells of the
fresh game that had been so lately denied him. He reached in and reverently
trailed a hand down the side of the nearest venison haunch, before taking the
meat out. Spinning around after quickly shutting the cupboard door, Fenrir
gently set the meat down on the nearest countertop.
　
　
         Gazing lovingly down at the tender morsal, Fenrir was almost in tears
at the sight before him. It had been so long. Constantly swallowing the excess
saliva he was producing, Fenrir bent over to tear off his first bite. Just when
he was about to sink his teeth into the bloody haunch, the lights in the room
flickered on.
　
　
          "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
　
　
          Fenrir whimpered at the punishing volume. Damn it, but he had been so
close! Looking up slightly with an apologectic expression clearly on his face,
Fenrir just managed to restrain the whince that wanted to let itself be known
as he took in the harsh visage topped with flashing emerald eyes and a wild mop
of raven-black hair.
　
　
          He couldn't wait for Harry's complete meat aversion to stop.
　
　
　
                                  Five_months
　
　
　
          Tom didn't know why, but at random times throughout the day, a vague
sense of alarm would send shivers racing up his spine. It was an annoying
distraction in a day otherwise filled with the slightly boring, yet still
pleasently relaxing and non-stressfull, pastimes that he hadn't been able to do
in so long. Really, a day filled with puttering through dusty, old tomes in
search of odd bits of forgotten lore and magical knowledge wasn't everyone's
cup of tea, but Tom had always found the past time to be something he deeply
enjoyed.
　
          It was as the day came to its inevitable conclusion that Tom
relunctantly withdrew himself from the deepest depths of the library and made
his way back to his office to breifly get a feel for the amount of paperwork
that he would have to do for taking his one day off in months. Just outside of
his door, yet another shiver of apprehension made its way down his body.
Choosing to just write it off as a bit of a chilly draft, Tom pressed his
finger against the light plate on the wall, causing all of the gas lights in
the room to ignite and reveal an extremely pissed off looking Harry Potter
sitting in his desk chair.
　
　
          "And just what do you think you're doing?" Harry queried, his voice
low and vicious sounding as he glared at Tom. "I have been waiting here for you
to arrive all bloody day. How dare you not be here when I was! I wanted sex and
you were supposed to know that!"
　
　
          Great. They had reached the 'unreasonable demands' stage of the
pregnancy.
　
　
          What fun.
　
　
　
　
　
                                  Six_months
　
　
          *THUMP*
 
          Tom's head made a solid hit to the desk below without him even
attempting to slow it down or exert any other form of control over it. He
simply could not believe it.
　
          The merfolk had somehow heard about hisspecial arrangement with the
centaurs and the vampires, and what had been a treaty that was only a day away
from being signed and filed away as a legal document, was now withdrawn while
the merfolk negotiators added a few extra clauses to it.
　
　
          Damn it! He had been so close!
 
　
 
　
　
　
                                 Seven_months
　
　
          "Here you bees, Master Consort! One root beer float withs vanillia
icees cream and carmeled drizzly bitsies!"
　
          Harry pouted at the enthusiastic house elf, but his slight
dissatisfaction didn't delay his hand any in the speed in which it shot out and
claimed his prize. Turning his body just a bit, Harry focused his pout on Tom
who was ready quietly on the bed next to him.
　
          "You know, Tom. I'm pretty sure that there is a rule written down
somewhere that states that the husband is the one that is supposed to go out
and find the craved for, hard to find, food items. Not send his incredibly
eager to please servants to speak to snarky Potion Masters that happen to know
their way around the Muggle world and can direct said servants to all night
convenience marts that would stock the looked for items."
　
　
          Tom didn't acknowledge Harry's accusation in any other way than a
slight smirk as he turned the next page over.
　
　
　
                                 Eight_months
　
　
          "I am not going out like this! I look like a blimp! I look like I ate
King Kong! There is nothing that you can do that would make me leave the safety
and privacy of the keep."
　
　
          Tom merely kept the slight smile on his lips that had been there for
the last twenty minutes as he watched his consort rant and rave. Watching his
very pregnant bonded was always good for a mood lift he had found. It was only
eight months into the centaur pregnancy, with three months yet to go, and Harry
looked like he was expecting a set of full term triplets to pop out of his
stomach any day now. And with Harry's habit of pacing for long lengths of time
while agitated, Tom was able to enjoy watching the way Harry waddled until he
felt it was time to calm the boy down.
　
          Which it was probably time to do as the Healer had warned him to keep
Harry from getting too upset. Ah well. He could always get Harry to accompany
him on a walk about the gardens later as Charles had said that fresh air and
exercise was important. Now he just had to come up with several excuses for
hanging back from time to time so that he could see Harry waddling better,
since it was rather difficult to see the phenomenon while walking side by side;
although, it could certainly be felt as Harry swayed into him every other step.
　
　
          "Harry," Tom calmly called out, easily breaking into the ranting and
turning Harry's attention to him. "It will only be for a light lunch, the only
people invited know about your pregnancy, both Fred and George Weasley will be
attending as I know that you've been wanting to have a chance to speak to them,
and, as a special treat, I have tasked my elves to provide dessert. I had heard
of something called Rose Water ice cream and felt that it would be something
that you would find immense enjoyment of as you have been craving flowers as
well as sending out my elves to seek various ice cream treats at all hours of
the day."
　
　
          Harry looked stunned before an expression of bliss crossed over his
face.
　
          "Ice cream? And flowers? Okay, we can leave now."
　
　
                                  Nine_months
　
　
　
          Harry read over the morning paper. While he still didn't like the
Daily Prophet and really felt that it was more of a gossip column than a
serious news service, it was the go to paper for the majority of the British
wizarding world. Thus, if he wished to be informed of what the sheeple felt and
thought, he would have to subject himself to the paper's version of the
"truth".
 
          Bugger.
　
          At least the marriages, deaths, and births were all reported
accurately, Harry thought as he turned to the birth announcement section. He
loved reading about all of the new lives and sometimes found names that he
recognized as his schoolmates came of age and had to comply with the heir and a
spare legislation. Skimming over the section, Harry felt his jaw drop as he
found a brief blurb listing the birth of Denebola Angharad Black, the first
born child and daughter of Lord Sirius Orion Black and his bonded, Consort
Charles Septimus Black nee Weasley.
　
          Harry sat there in shock, letting his breakfast just sit there
getting cooler as he tried to wrap his mind around the thought that his
Godfather now had a daughter. And the more he thought about it, the less he was
in shock and the more a sense of evil happiness spread through him. Sirius
Black, known as the Gyffindor horn dog if his stories he had been told were
correct, had had a daughter.
　
          Harry snorted in laughter as he wondered if he could get the twins
aid in making Sirius into a paranoid daddy, out to protect his darling daughter
from the penises of the world.
　
　
　
　
　
　
                                  Ten_months
　
          "Lord Slytherin, Consort Slytherin. Gringotts Bank welcomes you and
thanks you for your prompt appearance to our summons. Please be seated, Lord
Rangarok will be right in."
　
          Tom ignored the goblin bowing his way out of the door and instead
focused his attention on ensuring his extremely pregnant consort was safely and
comfortably seated in one of the chairs placed before a massive desk, one that
rivaled Tom's desk back at the Keep. Once his consort was settled, Tom took the
seat just to the side of him, ignoring the tea service set on a chair side
table for the moment. Looking about the room as Harry was also doing, Tom
enjoyed the ages old tapestries depicting numerous goblins in various battles
that hung on the stone walls and acted as both decoration, insulation, and a
warning about the war readiness of the species.
　
          It could only have been a handful of minutes later that Lord
Rangarok, the Head of the bank, entered the room and sat himself behind the
desk, interupting the two's perusal of the office. The goblin set several
massive files on the desktop before him. Clearing his throat, he grab at the
top most file and slid it across the desk towards Tom RIddle.
　
          "You had asked us to audit the accounts which you have any connection
to, several years ago. We had been hard at work doing such when you came into
the legal guardianship over the person who is now your consort, Harry Riddle
nee Potter: Lord Potter by Blood and Family, secondary heir of the Black family
behind Denebola Angharad Black by virtue of Blood and request of the current
Lord Black, Lord Peverell by Descent and Blood, and finally, Lord Gryffindor by
Descent and Blood. The additional accounts added a great deal more time to our
audits, which you are fully aware of as we have done as requested and sent you
full updates at regular intervals as requested.
　
          "Gringotts Bank is most pleased to inform you that our accounting had
finally concluded and, except for some very minor accounting errors which were
caused by hired wizards and not the goblin accountants or managers, the vaults
came up free and clear of fraudulent transactions. Except," Lord Rangarok
paused, looking both furious and slightly embarrassed. "The founder's vaults,
of which you both own controlling rights over one apiece, have been steadily
drained faster than what was allowed for by the contract between the founders
who donated the monies, the goblins who agreed to manage the funds and seek out
new investments, and the school's Headmasters who had control over the
spending. The pace of the draining has accelerated in recent years as, because
of politics, the goblin manageers have been removed and various wizards and
witches have instead been placed as managers over the account. Said beings
failed to adhere to the approved guidelines and never asked to see reciepts or
budgets.
　
          "After going over all of the expenditures from all four of the
founder's vaults, it has been determined that the last several Headmasters have
used the school vaults as a fund to sway various politicans towards projects
and legislature that the Headmasters felt to be important at the time.
Unfortunately, that has of necessity shorted the school of needed funds, as
there was a maximum cap on withdrawals for the school year. You may think over
what you wish to do, and if you wish to contact the heirs of the other two
founders, Gringotts will happily pass along any correspondence or arrange for a
conference room here at the bank for the four of you to meet, guaranteeing
privacy and discretion for the event."
　
          Lord Rangarok shuffled the folders around, pulling a different one to
the top of the pile. Scowling briefly down at it, Rangarok lifted his head up
and forced a more professional expression back onto his face.
　
          "Unfortunately, while going over the Potter accounts, more serious
problems were brought to light. Lord Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
was given rights over the Potter Heir by an emergency session of the
Wizengamot, held the very night that the current Lord's family was...disrupted,
shall we say. In the same session, the assembly also voted to seal the Potter
wills held on file within both the Ministry and here at Gringotts. Nothing
could be done with them until the new guardian, and your current bondmate,"
Lord Rangarok gave a nod of the head to Tom, getting one in return. "asked us
to do a full accounting of the vaults. A full accounting gives Gringotts the
rights to unseal any documentation pertaining to a customer's vaults. Once
unsealed the wills clearly listed several people that were to retain rights
over the Potter heir. No where on the list of approved guardians were the names
of Albus Dumbledore or Lady Potter's muggle relatives.
　
          "Unfortunately, this has left Gringotts in a bit of a quandry. As
your Wizangamot appointed guardian, Lord Dumbledore had full legal rights to
your vault to see to your care and keeping, thus making the monthly stipend he
had sent to the Dursley family perfectly legal. According to the wills, neither
of those options were supposed to have occured. The only good item of news that
I have to report about that arrangement is that Dumbledore never did more than
what he had a legal, court appointed right to do and that the stipend was not
overly generous and in fact was well in line with the stipend guidelines
published by the Wizarding Orphan Services department. I must tell you that the
stipend was not halted immendiately by Lord Sytherin's acquistion of Lord
Potter's personage as it took some time to check the paperwork once ordered to
do so, as well as the fact that Dumbledore failed to give due notification of
his withdrawal as guardian, thus leading to some confusion here at Gringotts as
to what was wanting to be done with the account."
　
　
          Tom reached out a hand and gently placed it on top of the clenched
fist resting on the arm of Harry's chair. They had not spoken much of their
various' pasts, just enough to know that they both had similar upbringings,
unwanted by those in whose care they had been placed, but it was enough for Tom
to know that the current topic of information was very much unappreciated by
his little consort. Giving a slight squeeze to the hand held within his own,
Tom was able to get Harry to make eye contact, wordlessly asking if he wanted
Tom to deal with it. Harry gave a curt nod ov the head before lowering his gaze
back onto his swollen stomach once again. Tom, now knowing that he had Harry's
blessing to do what ever he wanted, chose to speak up.
　
          "If I may," Tom began. "While it may have been legal, and the fact
that Dumbledore only used the correct guidelines to act is exceptable, it was
never meant to have happened at all. Harry and I hold no fault to Gringotts
over this as what they did was fully lawful to their knowledge. I, however,
know for a fact that the money sent was never used to provide the care and
education needed for the heir of several noble families. We would prefer to see
that the Dursley family is prosecuted to the fullest extant of the law in order
to recoup the monies given them, as well as seeking damages. Naturally, we
expect Gringotts to receive 20% of the damages assigned for their time and
services rendered for this action."
　
          Lord Rangarok flashed a pointy smile then, some of the tension that
he was obviously feeling visably leaving him at Tom's announcement.
　
          "I do have some most enjoyable news that I would wish to share with
you, Lord Slytherin and Consort, before it becomes a matter of public
knowledge. It seems that Lord Dumbledore failed to note the full legal matters
pertaining to the transfer of Lord Potter's care to that of the Lord Sytherin.
The Lord Dumbledore entered our bank early in the day several days ago in the
company of Mrs. Weasley and her daughter. He would not speak of his business to
the tellers, insisting instead on having a private meeting with me, attended by
the Weasley ladies accompanying him. While I would normally have never granted
such a request to a personage whose account I was not in charge of, Lord
Dumbledore is still the Headmaster of Hogwarts and does have a right to speak
to me about the school vaults, even if any funding requests must be made
through the appointed managers.
　
          "Once in the room, the Headmaster made idle chitchat over tea,
wasting valuable time and money before finally coming to the point. He had
drawn up a marriage contract between the youngest Weasley child, Ginevra, and
Harry Potter. He, acting as the legal guardian for the Potter heir as Harry
hasn't yet come of age, had signed it, as well as Ginevra's mother, Madame
Weasley, thus making it a fully active, binding agreement. Lord Dumbledore had
brought it into the bank to file it according to custom and handed it over to
myself to ensure that it was a valid, legal document. After looking over the
contract with great care, I was quite happy to inform the trio that it was
indeed a binding contract and asked when the happy event would occur.
　
          "Mrs. Weasley informed me that the sooner the better, and then
demanded that I arrange an escort down into the vaults so that the family rings
could be sorted through and a set chosen. Also, I was to arrange a bottomless
bag connected directly to the vaults so that they could at once go out and
start paying for the needed weddings items: a hall to hold the ceremony in, a
custom dress, flowers, a cake, and other such nonsense. When I informed them
that they were speaking to the wrong Goblin as I had no right to access the
vaults in question, the trio blew up at me. I waited them out and calmly
informed them that as anxious as they were, no doubt, to see Ginevra happily
wed, I had no rights to dabble in the Dumbledore acounts and that they should
see to the correct account manager.
　
          "I handed back the contract, ignored the sputtering idiots, and had
them escorted from my office. But not before congratulating Lord Dumbledore on
acquiring such a young bride by such an underhanded method. After all, as the
listed bond holder on a contract for a person he had no rights to sign for, it
was a fool proof method of getting himself a wife."
　
 
          Harry broke out into ringing laughter and made a mental promise to
send a gift to the soon to be newlyweds.
　
　
          Lord Rangarok leaned back in his chair and made no effort to hide his
appreciation of the sight before him. Consort Sytherin was a beautiful looking
boy, as wizards tastes ran, and even he could freely acknowledge that. He was
also quite fertile, as it was common knowledge amongst the creatures and beings
who exactly was the other parent of Fenrir Greyback's cubs, as well as the fact
that he had given birth to identical twin sons from Lord Sytherin's seed. It
was also being bandied about that the current pregnancy was brought about by a
treaty with the centaurs and that Harry was currently expecting the offspring
from a high-ranking centaur warrior.
　
          He would have to see to a treaty that would afford the Goblin nation
such an agreement. And as the one to head such a matter, it would only be right
for him to shoulder such a burden and not leave it up to an underling. As an
elder, it was his duty to see to the lesser Goblin's wellfare after all.
　
　
　
　
                                 Eleven_months
　
　
　
          Harry clattered nervously to his feet, all four of them. It was one
thing to be told that he would be changing into a centaur to give birth, but it
was another matter entirely to actually be confronted with such a reality. Now
that he had changed, it was clear that as large as he felt he was while human,
it was nothing on the girth his horse half was sporting, really driving home
the effectiveness of the medical spells cast on him in an effort to support the
pregnancy.
　
　
          The other bit was the fact that Harry had been thinking that managing
four legs would only cause him to trip up and land in a sprawling heap on the
floor. It turns out that there was absolutely no conscious thought involved in
the process of walking or rising. His legs did just whatever wished to do with
no major effort on his part, for which fact Harry was duly greatful.
 
          Harry began to pace about the room in agitation. The contractions had
started in the early hours that morning and it was almost sunset. His bag of
waters had broken sometime in the afternoon. He was exhausted, covered in
sweat, and wanted nothing more than to be resting on the low, armless sofa
brought in for him, but had been told that movement would hasten the delivery
process. Harry halted his pacing as yet another contraction gripped him,
sending harsh pain surging through him. Moaning, Harry leaned against the
nearest wall, letting it support his massive weight during the contraction. His
tail twitched as it attempted to flick away the pain, but the tight nubbin it
had been braided up into to get it out of the way didn't do any thing to
actually aid him.
　
          Once the current contraction ceased, Harry resumed his pacing. He
only halted in his restless circling of the room when another contraction would
spear his form. It was on his fifth journey around the room on his current bout
of pacing that he finally felt an overwhelming urge to push. Making his way
over to the wooden railing that had been set tightly into the wall for just
this purpose, Harry grabbed tightly at the bar and bore down. He was quickly
joined by his Healer, who started to murmur words of comfort and encouragement,
with the occasional louder words giving him directions.
　
          After a great deal of effort, and almost forty minutes of pushing on
Harry's part, a filly was born. She had Harry's black coat and was currently
sporting a set of blue eyes, which Harry knew from experience could change into
another color. Charles helped to steady the wobbly filly on her spindley legs
and got her over to the teats which had formed on Harry's body as soon as he
had transformed species. She settled in to ethusiastically nurse with very
little need of aid from Charles, who had explained to Harry that the nursing
filly would help speed up the delivery of the placenta.
　
          Her birth had been accompanied by the, now expected, flare of magic
from Harry, tying her into the pact of non-violence to family that he had done
with all of his children. Tom, watching the proceedings via spell, could only
raise a glass in toast towards the boy who had so much determination to have a
family of his own, no matter the means said family was formed, that his very
soul had reached out through his magic and ensured the safety of the children
he bore from anyone of their shared blood. Harry would guarantee peace
throughout the wizarding world, one child at a time, as the various rulers were
ensuring by seeking an heir of his blood on all peace and alliance treaties
made with the government.
　
　
          The boy-who-livedindeed.
　
　
　
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Denebola, Leo, tail of the lion (Astronomy based)
Angharad, Welsh mythology, maiden who cured another by using her unblemished
virgin blood (Arthurian legend)
Chapter End Notes
     And I'm spent. I hope everyone has enjoyed this little three
     chaptered fic that evolved so much, but I am now tapped out. Do
     expect a bonus chapter or two or various creatures mating Harry as I
     need stress relief or feel inspired, but as for plot heavy content?
     Nope.
End Notes
     Pretty much an excuse to write dark, stress relieving porn. Not sure
     about updates or length of story. The dark, evil little plot bunny
     hasn't revealed such to me yet. Possible character bashing.
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