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Chapter 53: Birth and Rebirth

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Summer seemed to come a bit early that year. The warm May weather felt good to Harry after winter’s chill. He’d never really appreciated the return of the warm weather in the past. Before Hogwarts he hadn’t appreciated any change in the seasons because he didn’t appreciate anything. Life with the Dursley’s had been just a drab procession of misery. While at Hogwarts the return of spring meant that the school year would soon end and he’d be shipped back to live with those bastards again. And there was always the dread of Voldemort hanging over him. For so many nights he had lain in his bed and cried, just wanting it to be over, to be free. And now he was.

On May 15th, Ginny Weasley had become his wife. The ceremony had taken place in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic building with the Minister himself officiating. The building was packed with friends, family, and those just curious to see Harry, who was now the greatest celebrity of the wizarding world. It had felt so odd to Harry as he stood there saying his vows, and knowing that only a short time before his battered and beheaded body had lain here. Now that just enhanced his reputation as a badass warlock.

Remus had served as Harry’s best man, while the Maid of Honor slot was given to Hermione. Charlie Weasley had escorted the blushing, and obviously quite pregnant, bride down the isle while Molly Weasley had sat in the front row and cried. The other bridesmaids were the remainder of Harry’s coven, and it raised more than a few eyebrows in the crowd to see that two of the “maids” were extremely pregnant too. Especially Fleur, who was looking like she was already about to pop.

There had been an added high note to the reception party that night as Charlie announced that he and Alicia Spinnet had decided to tie the knot themselves that Summer. The two had known of each other at Hogwarts, but had really only met while hiding out at Masham. Apparently, it had been love at first sight, and, according to Ginny, some pretty wild sex in an upstairs bedroom. Alicia was made welcome to the family. Oliver and Penelope had gotten back together while hiding out at Masham, and it looked like Oliver was ready to settle down to the family life. George announced that Charlie would take over Fred’s share of the Weasley business.

The Ministry had been profuse in bestowing honors upon Harry and those who had helped defeat Voldemort. All the coven members had received the Order of Merlin of one degree or another. The biggest surprise had been when Kingsley had secretly carried Harry and Ginny to London. There is a tightly guarded vault beneath the city, Harry had been knighted by the Queen. Harry had not really cared for the title of Lord Potter as it reminded his too much of Voldemort’s hubris, but Ginny reveled in the title of Lady Potter.

Now as Harry sat at a table in the veranda of his villa, he looked around him and smiled. He saw three beautiful, heavily pregnant, women around him with swollen tummies. All of these little babies were put in there by him; they were his son and daughters. Harry had always desperately wanted a family, and even though this wasn’t exactly what he had envisioned, here it was. It certainly wasn’t as though he couldn’t properly support a wife, several consorts, and a pack of rug rats.

Even Luna was making sounds like she wanted a baby by him as well. A warlock’s work is never done it seems. Harry leaned back contentedly and unconsciously reached down to scratch his knackers as if to commend the boys on a job well done

Harry had told the girls that with Voldemort dead and the Death Eaters destroyed or imprisoned, their bond of fealty to him had been fulfilled. If they wished to be released from their oath they need only ask, and it would be granted. Luna, Fleur and Hermione were willing to keep that status quo despite Ginny now being Harry’s actual wife. Surprisingly, it was Gabrielle who later quietly came to Harry to speak to him.

Gabrielle had taken up with George after he had saved her life in Godric’s Hollow. Harry knew that Gabrielle would know an appropriate way to say “thank you” to sex starved George for saving her life. Still, Harry had wondered if it was a really serious relationship, until one day when he dashed into the wizard’s loo on the first floor of the Unicorn for a quick piss. George came in a second later and took the urinal next to him. Smiling at Harry, George took out an enormous schlong and began making loud sighing noises as he peed. Then he stepped back and gave it a dramatic shake, just to make sure Harry saw the improvement. Harry grinned and looked away as George left the loo laughing.

So apparently she was serious about him, and why shouldn’t she be? George was on his way to being quite a wealthy young man. The new Weasley’s Sexual Novelties Emporium inside the Golden Unicorn was soon the most popular site in the building. George had even expanded out onto the WWWW, and was raking in Galleons by the bucket loads online.

Gabrielle asked Harry’s blessing to leave the coven and give herself exclusively to George as his wife. Harry told her that he would freely release her from her obligation to him as he had promised, but that he had two requests to ask of her, that he be allowed to pay for the wedding as his gift to them, and that he be given the honor of escorting the bride to her husband.

“Daddy was right,” she said softly as she hugged him. “He said you were someone worth saving, whatever the cost. Thank you.” They both stood there for a while holding each other in their arms, tears streaming down their faces.

“Just remember this, Harry,” she said as she left. “I’m still a descendent of Godric Gryffindor, and a daughter of Albus Dumbledore, if you ever need my help, just call and I’ll be there.”

When Neville finally returned from his trip to the tropics, he was completely knackered, the elves had worn him out; but he was ready to carry on and get his life back in order. With financial backing from Harry, Neville started a business growing and curing high quality herbs and plants for potions and other magical uses. Harry was a silent partner in the business of course. Neville purposefully kept the business small at first while he dealt with his personal issues, but within a few months, his business was already acquiring a solid reputation for delivering quality goods in an area where fraud and poor quality was rampant. Harry, as part owner, received a regular supply of herbs so that he could perform quality assurance tests on the product. Harry beta tested a good bit of herb while waiting for the babies to be born

Cho Chang asked Harry’s help in a business venture as a clothing designer. Harry could see that she was still kicking herself mentally for not having latched on to Harry when she had the chance. She showed Harry some of her designs for modern witches wear, not just enchanted muggle clothes. Harry thought they were good and financed her venture with a shop in Godric’s Hollow. Harry would, again, be a silent partner.

Desiree and Gabrielle experimented over the summer with some of Lily Potter’s perfume, and soon perfected the formula by adding a bit of special Veela sex magic to the mix. Harry laughed when Desiree had revealed to him that his mum had literally been just a ‘cunt hair’ away from the perfect formula. As Harry owned the rights to the basic formula he kept a half interest in the business, the other half belonged to Desiree and Gabrielle, as they owned the rights to the secret ingredient.

The high point of the summer for Harry occurred on the afternoon of June 20th, at the Delacour’s villa. Fleur had gone into labor a little after lunch, and everyone had gathered to await the new arrival. Fleur was attended by her mother, her sister, and the newlywed, Mrs. Poppy Lupin. At about 3:00, a beaming Desiree walked onto the veranda carrying a small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket, and addressed the group of Order members assembled there.

“Everyone,” she said softly as she gently laid back the blanket flap, “I’d like to introduce you to the newest member of the Order of the Unicorn, Mr. James Albus Potter.”

She carried the sleeping infant to Harry and placed the bundle in his father’s hands. Harry’s whole body shook as he looked down at the tiny little person he was holding. It seemed so surrealistic at the moment, this was his son, he had a family at last. Harry sat down at the table as his legs felt too weak to hold him up right now, the small motion caused James Albus to awaken and look upon his father’s face for the first time. Harry laughed as he saw that his son had his daddy’s green eyes.

Everyone got a chance to see the baby before Desiree hurried off to the new nursery with her grandson. Harry looked in on Fleur to check on her. Fleur had come through the birth well, and was already working on how she was going to get back into shape after the pregnancy. Harry threw himself into being a good dad, even changing diapers for a while. However, he found that things like that got old quick, and he was quite glad he had plenty of house elves to take over such chores

The Garden of Delights was taken off the leasing market as it became Harry’s official residence for the time being. Grimmauld Place was given to Remus and Poppy Lupin as a wedding present. The Lupins, with a little help from Desiree, already had a bun in the oven by their wedding night. Remus was happy, and Poppy, who thought she’d never be a wife, much less a mother, often just teared up with joy as she snuggled there with her husband. Ripa and Roe (the new Inquisitor General) found a nice luxury flat in London not far from the Ministry and they moved in together

With the fall of Voldemort and his Death Eaters, the wizarding world in Britain was left in disarray. The Ministry was in tatters and had to rebuild itself. Many of the traditionally noble wizarding families, the purebloods, who had always led and controlled the governance of magic, were decimated or gone. In its place came a new Ministry that was more inclusive of all magi, and more accepting of muggle technology as well as magic. Kingsley Shacklebolt was easily accepted as the new Minister by the public, and the bureaucracy who actually ran things simply carried on ensuring all the necessary functions were maintained. Madam’s Hooch and Brennan rebuilt the Inquisition and the Department of Law Enforcement from the remaining personnel.

The Wizengamot was reformed through a round of new elections. Because of its financial importance, prestige, and magical population, Godric’s Hollow was allocated three seats in the Wizengamot, two of which were now vacant. Harry and Fleur were beseeched by the town council to serve as the new representatives, and they accepted. Harry became the youngest wizard to ever sit on the Wizengamot.

That Summer the trials of those suspected of collaboration with Lord Voldemort began. None of the major Death Eater figures had survived to stand trial, most of those that remained were periphery figures who were either found not guilty or given short sentences in Azkaban. Given the number of deaths that had already occurred, those found guilty, but to not have been true Death Eaters, were given a wide margin of mercy. Among these was Millicent Bulstrode, who was given a six month suspended sentence and freed.

Narcissa Malfoy was acquitted of charges of complicity as there were no witnesses left alive to provide evidence of Death Eater activity. She continued to ask what had happened to her son, who was officially listed as missing and assumed to have fled the country to avoid prosectution. Narcissa refused to accept this, and accused Harry of having kidnapped Draco, but she had no proof to support her claims.

For others there were the full consequences to deal with. Cornelius Fudge had been captured hiding under his desk and questioned. He had fought hard to conceal his thoughts, but Katie Bell, with her extensive knowledge of the human nervous system, had come through for the team again. As Hooch had long suspected, it had been Fudge who setup Harry’s parents for death. He was the one who had passed the information linking James and Harry back to Merlin to Voldemort, but kept the knowledge of owning the Golden Unicorn to himself. Voldemort would destroy the Potter family, and then Fudge would exert Ministry control to take over the Golden Unicorn and make himself wealthy and powerful.

Harry went to the Ministry building the day Fudge was scheduled to go downstairs; but he stayed away from the Black Room. He just couldn’t bring himself to actually face the bastard who had instigated the murder of his parents, and he didn’t trust himself to be able to keep control. Cornelius Fudge was said to have cried and even pissed himself on the way down to meet the Dementors. Harry knew that there was a waiting reception committee at the door to the room made up of relatives of those who had perished at Azkaban. Thanks to Madam Hooch, Ginny and Alicia had been among those present at Fudge’s little going away party.

The only prisoner that Harry used his official position in the Wizengamot to make sure he had a ringside seat for her demise was when Delores Umbridge took the stroll downstairs. Harry heard the terrified screeching well before he saw her being levitated down to the door. Even though she was very pregnant at the time, Hermione asked to be assigned to supervise the affair. She had always despised Umbridge, and now she grinned broadly at Harry as she paused to read the official warrant to the door to make it admit them. Seeing Harry standing there, the panic demented woman for some reason chose to believe that Harry would grant her some kind of reprieve to save her from her terrifying fate.

“Harry, please!” she pleaded. “You must help me, they are giving me to the Dementors, you must stop them.”

“Feeding your soul to those horrible creatures?” mocked Harry. “Why that’s terrible?”

“Yes, yes, exactly, my dear boy,” the terrified former Inquisitor shouted back. “What are we going to do?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to sit out here and remember the time that you set those two Dementors on me and my muggle cousin back in Surrey, after that I’m going to think about the good people you got killed because of what a foul traitor you were to the Ministry. Then I’m going to laugh as I hear you screaming in terror in there while you finally get your just desserts — or is it the Dementors who’ll get their desserts. Whichever — have a nice trip.”

As the door was opening, Hermione stepped over to Harry, under the cover of her official robes she gave Harry’s cock a firm little squeeze through his trousers. “As for you, Mister Potter, when I’m done here I need to see you in my office right away. Official Inquisition business.”

“Is there a problem, officer?” asked Harry with a smile; they had both been so busy lately at their respective jobs that he hadn’t even seen her for a couple of weeks. He knew that she wanted some personal time to be with him.

“I’m afraid that’s confidential, Sir,” said Hermione, very officiously. “However, I would appreciate your assistance as part of a probe I’m conducting. We’ll discuss it later, I’ve got to go for now, busy, busy, you know.”

Hermione and the party disappeared into the room, Harry could have joined the official observers, but he still disliked seeing the Dementors feed, even when it was on Umbridge. Instead, he stood outside the chamber talking with Katie Bell about Quidditch tactics while the hoarse shrieks could be faintly heard from within the room through the door. The Dementors were playing with their food again, and nobody seemed eager to tell them to get on with it. After a while, the door opened and the gurney was levitated out. The former Delores Umbridge was gone, just the living shell of her body remained with a stupid look on her face. She mumbled a bit as she stared blankly at the assembled group.

Hermione caught Harry’s eye, she raised five fingers and averted her eyes upward. Meet you upstairs in five minutes, Harry nodded. As Harry entered her small living quarters, Hermione threw herself into his arms and tightly embraced him.

“Oh, dear stars, I’ve missed you, Harry,” she almost gasped. “I need you so badly right now.”

“But, Hermione, we can’t … the baby,” said Harry.

“Our daughter will be just fine if we do this right,” she said firmly. “But my hormones are raging, I need you, I need you now.”

The beds in the Inquisitor’s private quarters weren’t all that wide or especially comfortable, but they were more than sufficient for what Hermione had in mind. With Harry’s help she slowly slid to the floor and undid Harry’s trousers. Taking his cock in her mouth, and massaging his testicles, she quickly brought him to full erection. Then lying on her side on the bed, with pillows for support, she had Harry kneel over her outstretched right leg while she hooked her left leg around his waist. She gently guided Harry’s erection into her soft moist folds.

“Not too hard at first,” she said as she smiled up at him. “But I need a good rogering.”

Harry slowly began to work his hips in and out to penetrate her. Hermione hissed softly as Harry sank into her deeply and began to slide backwards.

“Oh, yes, baby, just like that.”

Confident that he was not hurting her, Harry now set himself give Hermione what she needed. He set himself into a sustainable rhythm that didn’t shake her too much. Hermione reached down and began to quickly finger her clitoris. Moaning loudly as she did so. Harry gently ran his hands over her enlarged breasts and swollen belly, feeling Hermione tremble and move into his touch. As he massaged her tummy, he felt a small thump as the baby kicked. Hermione grunted a bit.

“It’s all right, my darling,” she whispered softly. “It’s just your daddy; he’s making love to mummy.”

Tears filled Harry’s eyes as he felt a swell of pride. “It’s just your daddy …” the words struck home to Harry. This was his baby, a life he had made, and there were two others as well. Harry felt an arousal he hadn’t felt in some time. He leaned over Hermione and kissed her as he thrust in and out of her. His mind focused on Hermione, he willed her to feel pleasure. She responded immediately and began moaning loudly, pulling herself back to meet his thrusts. Hermione threw her arms around Harry and pulled him down onto her, within moments Harry felt her muscles tighten around him. She began to wail loudly as she orgasmed, and Harry felt her juices flow around his cock. However, Harry was just getting warmed up good; he was rock hard and ready to fuck.

Hermione was now so wet that as their bodies met in midstroke it produced a sloshing sound that was an even greater turn on to Harry. After another minute or two, Hermione came again, but Harry was still not ready. Hermione, though, had reached the stopping point.

“Harry, I’ve got to stop, I can’t go on.”

“What’ll I do about this then?” Harry asked, indicating his erection. “You started this.”

“I can’t take anymore in my twat, baby, I’m getting sore. Do you want me to blow you?”

Harry stared down at her and came up with a better idea. “No, I want you to roll onto your back,” he said as he slid off of her, wanking his cock to keep his erection hard.

Hermione did as Harry asked, and looked confused as Harry knelt over her upper body, again using care to avoid putting weight on her tummy. Harry put his hands on her breasts and ran the pads of his thumbs across her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. “I’m going to fuck those big mummy titties of yours,” he said.

Harry laid his cock in the soft valley formed by her breasts and folded the tops of her mounds over it, and then he began a quick thrusting between them. Hermione laid her head upon her chest and stuck out her tongue to make darting little licks upon the head as it reached the top of its thrust. Harry continued to rub his thumbs over the nipples, pressing in harder as his thrusts increased in tempo. He felt Hermione rising again towards orgasm and timed himself to meet her there. As she began to cry out, he reached his release and threw his head back in a loud moan as he ejaculated in a thundering orgasm.

For several long seconds Harry knelt there breathing hard and enjoying the echoes of his climax. Looking down at Hermione, he couldn’t help but break out in laughter. He had thrust himself forward as he had ejaculated, and now the thick white strands of semen nearly covered Hermione’s face. He knew she would be quite embarrassed if she could see herself right now, but she was still too lost in her own orgasm to notice or care. Harry retrieved a washcloth and wet it. Then he bathe her face with it to remove his ejaculate. Finally, he used the cloth to carefully wash her genitals. He noticed that Hermione was looking at him in a strange way as he washed her, but she said nothing.

Harry spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling with Hermione while she happily related to Harry the details of Umbridge’s final moments. Then he noticed the strange look return to her eyes, but he still didn’t know what it was about.

“Harry, there’s something I want to ask you, something I need to know,” she said. “The first night I came to the Golden Unicorn with Madam Hooch, and lost my virginity. Was it really you?”

Harry looked into her eyes and knew he had to tell her the truth. “Yes.”

To Harry’s surprise, she said nothing, but just pulled herself closer to him and lightly kissed him on the lips. “What’s that for?” he asked her.

“Then … and now,” she said softly, and then kissed him again.

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The most painful trial was that of Percy Weasley on the first of September. The evidence of his collusion with Death Eaters in the attack on Azkaban was damning; but Harry knew that Percy was just a stupid git, not a real Death Eater. As the evidence was presented to the Wizengamot, Percy sat manacled and simply stared at the floor; he showed no emotion until he was allowed an opportunity to make a defense. It was then that Molly Weasley took to the floor of the chamber. The pain of what had befallen her family and herself was evident in her face, she looked twenty years older to Harry than she had looked last year. Percy began to sob as he saw what had become of his mother because of the grief she had endured, and the knowledge that he had contributed a great deal of it by his stupidity.

“You all know who I am,” she began. “You all know my family’s allegiance to the Ministry was unwavering against Voldemort. We fought him even though we Weasleys are purebloods and had nothing to fear for ourselves from him. We opposed him even though it would have been to our gain if he had come to power. And you all know the price we paid in blood. There are four fresh graves beside the pile of ashes where our family home once stood. My husband and three of my sons lie in them. You know how they died. My only daughter lost her virginity to rape, and nearly died from torture. You know what was done to me. I have another son here who was tortured, and left maimed for life; but not by Death Eaters.”

The silence in the room was oppressing, many could not bear to look directly at Molly, and the bruises were still evident in her face despite the healing treatments.

“If anyone here can claim to have suffered greater loss in this war in behalf of the Ministry than me, let them stand up and proclaim it now.” Molly paused for a long moment and ran her tearful, steely eyes over the members of the Wizengamot and the assembled crowd. Most quickly averted their eyes downward. There was only silence in response to her challenge.

“I come before you now as a mother to claim restitution from you for the loss I have suffered. My son Percy did wrong, and I make no excuses other than that he was tricked by others he should have been more wary of. For his mistake he was brutally beaten and painfully castrated by the Inquisition. He can never produce grandchildren for me to replace the family I lost. His mind was scanned with such brute force that even his ability to perform simple magic is nearly eradicated.”

There was a pause as Molly’s grief and rage overcame her and she simply stood there shaking and sobbing. “God damn Erinyes Bartleby!” screamed Molly. “She made my boy into a squib and a eunuch with her brutality. She deserved what she got, and I hope she is rotting in hell for it right now.” The chamber remained silent.

“YOU — HAVE — PUNISHED — HIM — ENOUGH,” she screamed while turning back to face the Wizengamot. “Damn it … you’ve punished me enough. I demand restitution for my family’s sacrifices! I demand this son back, that he be released to me right now and that we’re never bothered about this ever again.”

The chamber remained silent as the members of the Wizengamot looked from one to the other, unsure what to do. Then there was the scraping of chair legs on the wooden floor. Harry stood up and walked down to the bottom of the chamber. Drawing his wand, he pointed it at the chains binding Percy’s hands and feet and they were undone. With another wave of his wand the doors which opened onto the courtroom were thrown open. Harry took Percy’s hand and placed it in Molly’s.

“Take Percy home,” he said softly to her. “I’ll send someone by to help him later today.” Harry caught Desiree’s eye in the assembled crowd with his own and motioned towards Percy. Desiree nodded.

As Molly led Percy from the Chamber, Harry deliberately turned to face the Wizengamot and the Ministry officers assembled there. Standing there, wand in hand, he dared anyone to question what he had just done. None did, in fact they seemed relieved that someone had acted.

It was then that Harry truly began to understand the degree of influence he had over other magi because of their respect for what he had done, or, perhaps, fear over what he could do. Every one of them knew that he still had the sword, and that his coven was still bound to him. Every one of them had seen his bloody, beheaded corpse thrown in the lobby, yet now he stood before them alive and whole. That kind of old magic scared the shit out of hundred-year-old witches and wizards. It helped them remember that the old stories said that Merlin had not only been the most revered wizard of his age, but also the most feared.

The news of what Harry had done spread quickly through the magical community, with mixed approval. Those who didn’t approve mostly kept their mouths shut about it in public. Upon arrival home at the villa, Harry received a standing ovation from those assembled there in the veranda. Entering the master bedroom, he found Ginny waiting there. She walked over to Harry with tears in her eyes and slowly put her arms around him to hold him. “Thank you,” was all she softly whispered.

Later that evening, Harry lay on his back in bed with Ginny lying beside him. Her head was resting on his chest and her tummy against his. Unlike Hermione, Ginny wasn’t interested in having sex at this point in her pregnancy, but only wanted to cuddle. Harry understood her need and stayed supportive of her. As he gently stroked her abdomen he felt little Molly kick a bit, just as Lily had. It was as if they knew their father was there for them. Lying there, Harry thought about the world to come for his children, the twentieth century was nearly gone; their world would be the twenty-first. His children needed a place to learn to control magic, and to learn how to be proper witches and wizards, but such a place no longer existed in Britain. Today had been the first of September, but the Hogwarts Express had not run this morning. For the first time in generations no students were about to be sorted into their houses, there would be no welcoming feast. Hogwarts was a derelict castle, crumpled and burned out.

Harry had money and power; he wanted to use them for the good of his fellow magi. To Harry that meant one thing, the restoration of Hogwarts. Now more than ever before, young witches and wizards needed proper education in how to use their powers. Hogwarts had originally been intended as a monument to Merlin by the founders, now the heir of Merlin wanted to bring it back to life. But he wondered if it were even possible to bring the true Hogwarts back to life. Maybe, Hogwarts was gone forever.

Somewhere in his contemplation he drifted off to sleep in Ginny’s arms. In his sleep, Harry began to dream and soon he was in the antechamber to the next world again. This frightened Harry as he thought he might have died someway in his sleep, but he was soon joined by Merlin who assured him that he was just dreaming about him.

“How come we are not at the old place, like before?” asked Harry.

“This is just a construct of your mind, Harry. You’ve been here now and know what it’s like, so your mind can conceive of it. What is it you want to talk about, or is this just a social call?”

“Well, not exactly, I want to rebuild Hogwarts, make it like it was before Voldemort destroyed your old body, but modernize it. I know the walls can be rebuilt and all that, but I want to put the magic back into it.”

“Harry, the chamber where I was frozen all those years was not randomly constructed by nature; I had started work on it before I got waylaid by that little git of a son of mine and his bitch mother. A note for you there, Harry, now that you are a dad, don’t assume that every child you love will love you back. I spent a thousand years here wishing to the gods that I’d just sat in corner and wanked the night I made Mordred.”

“So you started work on the chamber …,” prompted Harry, trying to get Merlin back on the subject again.

“Oh, yes, Godric and the others finished it for me after I was frozen in crystal. That chamber is designed to echo magic and amplify it; it just needs a magical power source to maintain the oscillations. It was to be the power base for the school I had already developed plans to build over it.”

“The power source being your body,” added Harry.

“Oh, hell no, boy! You don’t think I originally intended to be sealed in there for a thousand years do you? Once your sorted out you can have sex here you know.”

“Well … ah,” mused Harry, “so what were you going to use?”

“Let me see now,” said Merlin scratching his bearded chin as if in deep contemplation of the question, “… hummm, needs to a powerful ancient magical artifact under my exclusive control, … hummm, wouldn’t hurt if it was something I thought was too dangerous to leave laying around in case I suddenly died and my little power mad shit of a son found it, and the little sod decided to tyrannize the whole bloody world with it. Any ideas come to mind?”

“Excalibur,” muttered Harry as Merlin grinned and nodded. “I’d have to give up the sword.”

“Harry, the sword is too dangerous to leave in the hands of future generations. The sword itself is not evil, but often the minds of men are — especially given incentive. The power of the sword will corrupt those who hold it, and it’ll tempt those who don’t to possess it. Even if you believe you are immune to it, you can’t ensure the safety of the world from your descendents. Here is a way to destroy the sword and ensure that its power will be used for good for all time. This is what I intended to do with it, then Morgana found out what I planned to do and decided to stop it by killing me. Please, Harry, don’t repeat my mistakes.”

Harry stood there a moment in thought, he had seen what the lust for power and immortality could do to a person. “Tell me what I have to do?” he asked softly.

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The next few weeks were a blur of activity for Harry, with most of his time spent either at the Ministry in London, Godric’s Hollow, or at Hogwarts. It took some convincing, and a little arm-twisting, but Harry convinced the Ministry to let him have the ruins of Hogwarts to try and restore them to their rightful glory. There was no doubt that he had the funds to rebuild the walls and refurbish the classrooms, but could he really make it into Hogwarts again? He received many suspicious looks, but nobody wanted to say no to Harry Potter right now.

Two significant breaks occurred as Harry welcomed the birth of two more children, Molly Potter on September 10th, and Lily Anne Potter on September 24th. Both of Harry’s daughters had their daddy’s green eyes. Ginny and Hermione stayed with Harry in the Garden of Delights while they recovered. Harry divided his time between working at Hogwarts and looking in on his children.

With the Golden Unicorn closed by Harry’s orders, the elves there joined in too with the work at Hogwarts. Harry and his group, who now commonly referred to themselves as ‘the Notorious Potter Gang’ worked many hours at Hogwarts repairing the entryway and main hall of the worst of its damage. The old place started to take shape.

The castle ghosts returned and made themselves surprisingly useful as they could move through walls and rubble to see the amount of structural damage within. Peeves the Poltergeist showed up as well, and, to everyone’s surprise, stayed on good behavior. He even joined in to help the elves. The magical creatures that had retreated deep into the forest returned as the Hallows drew near. Even old Fang reappeared out of the Forbidden Forest and almost immediately took a liking to Luna, and she to him.

“How touching,” quipped Harry to the rest of the coven as they watched Fang playing fetch with Luna during a break, “a girl playing with her demonic hell hound.”

The last week of October, a number of owls were sent out from Godric’s Hollow to Ministry officials and to Harry’s friends who had aided him in the fight against Voldemort. The formal invitations they carried were cryptically worded as to exactly what the recipient could expect if he or she chose to attend. Kingsley, and others near Harry, tried to get him to divulge what was going to happen, but he remained tight-lipped. Only his coven knew everything that was planned for that night. Anyone who happened to wander out by the school grounds was politely, but firmly, sent packing by Balzhoff and a security detail of house elves who had joyfully accepted Harry’s offer of reemployment at Hogwarts.

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Godric’s Hollow

24 October 1998

To the Honorable Kingsley Shacklebolt,

Minister of Magic for Great Britain

Dear Sir,

Your attendance is requested at the rebirth of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at 11:30PM on the night of 31 October. Refreshments will be served in the Great Hall of Hogwarts beginning 10:00PM. You may bring a guest if desired, but seating is limited by the location. Dress is formal robes.

Respectfully yours,

Harry J. Potter

Heir of Merlin & Warlock

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Finally, All Hallows Eve arrived; it was now one year since the attack on Hogwarts. The main entryway, great hall, the kitchens, and the first floor classrooms had received repairs to return them to a near normal appearance, the worst of outlying rubble was cleared, but most everything else was still a mess. Harry stood in the clock tower with the great mechanism, now repaired and operating again, behind him. Looking down he saw that everyone invited appeared to have shown up as the doors were opened, as well as a large crowd of those uninvited standing outside the gates. The news had evidently spread quickly.

As it was Halloween, the great hall was festively decorated as usual for the holiday. The bright smiling Jack-O-Lanterns lit up the ceiling as before. The elves had outdone themselves with the food, and were present in the hall serving the guests wearing bright white robes with the school logo emblazoned on them, and shoes, as well little white hats. Dobby, Winky, and even little Dinky, were present at their own request to help with the serving.

It already seemed to many of the guests as if this were the rebirth Harry had mentioned in his invitation, but the true show hadn’t started. Harry came down after a bit and mingled with the crowd welcoming old friends and dignitaries, not giving anything away until the clock chimed the arrival of 11:30. Harry then stepped up to the podium where Albus Dumbledore had welcomed many years worth of young wizards and witches to Hogwarts and addressed the guests.

“Everyone, thank you for coming, if all goes well tonight it will be an occasion you will remember,” said Harry as he looked out over the crowd. Harry then briefly told the crowd the truth about the founding of Hogwarts, and Merlin’s presence in the chamber below the school. Then Harry brought out Excalibur and told them of Merlin’s original idea of using the sword, and how things went awry. The crowd stared astonished at Harry’s story.

“Tonight is All Hallows Eve, and the Witching Hour will be upon us shortly, the natural cycle of the old magic is approaching the apogee of its strength. It is my intent tonight to carry out the last wishes of Merlin and the founders. All of us here have some part of Hogwarts inside us, we learned magic here, we made friends here. That love of this place is powerful old magic that is inside you; tonight Hogwarts needs you to give some of it back.

“I know a little bit about coming back from the grave,” said Harry, to which he saw many faces blanche. “If you believe in Hogwarts, we can save it tonight, we can bring it back. Those who are willing to help, to freely give of themselves to return it to life, follow me.”

With that, Harry walked out of the hall and to the rotating steps that led downward to the caverns. Stepping on the steps Harry and the others rode them down like an escalator. House elves directed the crowd into the chamber where Merlin had once stood. There they saw a white quartz sarcophagus in the center of the room. The sarcophagus had been designed and cut to Merlin’s exacting specifications into a crystal. If primed with sufficient magical energy the quartz crystal would oscillate and fill the chamber with self-replenishing magical energy.

Harry had George keep close watch on the time as the crowd filed in and were arranged around the room by the elves. At five minutes to midnight, a final procession entered made up of the coven and the rest of the Potter gang members. They surrounded the sarcophagi, the palms of their hands resting on the white crystal. Harry stepped to the head of the sarcophagi with the sword of power in his hands, the tip lightly resting on the translucent stone. George Weasley now came to stand beside Harry with a watch in his hands. Harry turned to address the crowd.

“Beneath this stone lies the bones and dust of Merlin the Magician, we rededicate this school of witchcraft and wizardry to his memory, and to his ideal of an education for all witches and wizards to the best of their natural ability despite the circumstances of their birth. I ask everyone here to focus your mind now, concentrate on love, love for this school, love for your friends, love for your family. Especially the love for those who gave their lives for that ideal. Remember only the good things, every good thing that happened to you here, every friend you made, every happy memory you have, run them through your head over and over.”

“It’s two minutes till midnight, Harry,” George said softly.

Harry nodded and then focused his mind on reaching out to those surrounding him, not just the coven, but all those invited. He intended to draw power from them, if he could, and then transfer it to the crystal using the sword. Slowly at first, Harry felt the energy levels rise, but he didn’t know if it would be enough. Harry knew no one had ever done anything like this before, but he had to try. To do all this and then fail spectacularly would be a blow, but he had to shield his doubts, it would work, Merlin said it would work, but he had to focus. Still the fear of failing in front of everyone haunted him.

As he stood there focusing he heard George sound out one minute until midnight. The power continued rising within him, he could feel it, but was it enough? In retrospect, Harry realized that he should have known all along who would come to the rescue. As his confidence in drawing enough energy to himself started to fail, he heard a single voice break the silence that pervaded the chamber, and begin softly singing:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald,

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling,

With some interesting stuff…

It was Hermione’s lilting voice, and she was singing the old school song; the song that every first year witch and wizard learned by heart regardless of which house they were in, or when they had come there. They had all sang it their first night when they had been sorted into their houses. It wasn’t just a happy memory, it was a common happy memory, and they had all shared in that moment. One by one, the assembled crowd joined in the song as they drifted back in their minds to a time when they were still children, the whole world of possibilities lay before them, and they were about to set out on their first great adventure in life.

The crowd’s jumble of random thoughts coalesced into one stream of concentrated thought on a single happy moment, and that made all the difference. Just as with all enchantments, the words focused the energy. As the sound of the voices echoed through the cavern, Harry felt the energy start to rise so quickly it began to frighten him that he might not be able to handle it. Focusing on Excalibur, Harry willed the energy into it, charging it with pure magic just as if it were a great battery. The ancient bronze blade began to glow. The sight of the blade glowing excited the crowd all around the cavern; they continued to sing the song. In moments, the blade of Excalibur went incandescent with the force it was now trying to contain.

Then the chamber shook slightly as great clock in the tower above them chimed the hour, it was Midnight, the Witching Hour of All Hallows Eve had begun, and the moment was now. With all his strength, Harry pushed down on the sword and he felt the tip burn its way into the stone beneath it. With a great shove, Harry threw his weight on top of it and sank the blade into the stone up to the hilt, the white-hot heat fusing the bronze blade for all time into the thick quartz crystal.

The pent up magic was released into the chamber through the body of the crystal, and all there felt the pulse of magical energy run through their body. The pulse struck the walls of the chamber and was reflected back into the chamber, and reflected back again. Each time the initial burst of energy was reflected it seemed to grow in intensity until it filled the cavern with the old familiar feel they had known at Hogwarts. Then the cavern began to perform the function that Merlin had originally intended it to perform; it was an echo chamber and wave-guide for magic. As the amplified magical energy spilled out of the cavern, it was focused upwards into the castle. The crowd began to cheer, which only added to the power of the reverberations.

The living magical power was fed by the passageways in the rock into the darkened hallways and classrooms above them, as it spilled into those areas the castle came back to life. New flames sprang from the candles and torches that lined the hallways. The charred picture frames began to grow fresh new wood and the dead figures pictured on the blackened canvas reawakened. As the lifeforce rose higher into old castle the stairways began to move again, and the fallen and crumpled suits of armor stood up and began to straighten out their twisted metal. Cracked stones began to send out tendrils of mortar to fill and repair their cracks. The crowds outside saw the resurrection as it moved in stages through the old castle and cheered.

Down in the cavern chamber, Harry crouched down on the floor in exhaustion as the coven came to surround him. They had known that it would exhaust him to do this, but it was the only way. Harry looked up and saw Hermione there next to him, he smiled and muttered a quick ‘thank you’ to her as the coven bundled him out the door. Harry waved feebly as well wishers tried to press close to him and shake his hand, or even just touch him. Once outside the main entry the coven disapparated with Harry back to the Garden of Delights.

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The leaves were nearly gone from the trees, the autumn color having peaked and now waned. Harry walked slowly towards his home after a brisk late afternoon run through the woods. It had taken him several weeks of rest to recover from the rebirth of Hogwarts, but it had been a success. The castle now had the old feel as before, in fact because of the fresh strength of Excalibur, it was intensified. Harry had been made the permanent Chair of the Board of Trustees for Hogwarts, and his first act had been to get the approval for Remus Lupin to be made the new Head Master. Hogwarts would reopen following the winter break for a spring semester.

The Ministry of Magic and the magical populace had been profuse in its expression of appreciation to Harry for destroying Voldemort and saving Hogwarts. They had created a whole new category of award for the Order of Merlin and bestowed it upon Harry, and, in a secret ceremony attended only by witches and warlocks, Harry had been knighted by the Queen.

Entering the atrium of his home he saw Luna and Neville over on the plush couch that lined the back wall near the fireplace. The fire was roaring and felt good coming in from the chilly air outside. Both of his coven were naked, and Neville was on his knees licked Luna’s pussy. She was quite obviously enjoying the experience.

Harry walked over and sat down beside them. He used one hand to softly stroke Neville’s head as he continued his attentions to Luna’s womanhood; kneading his fingers in the long hair that Neville had now grown and had tied back in a little ponytail. His other hand he used to run his fingers over Luna’s erect nipples, feeling the throbbing beat of her heart in the engorged tissue. She squirmed in pleasure under his touch to her sensitive areoles. Sprout had been right, Luna was quickly blooming into a very beautiful witch; and many wizards who had once made fun of her would soon be kicking themselves when they saw her walk by. But she was definitely Harry’s girl now, and even Ginny had invited her to share a bed with her and Harry whenever Hermione was away on Ministry business.

Neville had adjusted nicely to being a eunuch, the calming effect of losing his balls had quieted his confusion over his preferences. Now he was simply part of the extended family. His penis, which had never been very large, had shrunk to where it could barely be seen anymore, and his had started to form the beginnings of breasts. Harry had offered medical treatment to reduce the effects, but Neville had declined.

Besides letting his hair grow to shoulder length,he now enjoyed wearing women’s knickers and sitting down to pee. He had tried wearing some of Fleur’s old high heels a few times, after using the Engorgio spell to make them fit his feet, but gave it up as he was too awkward on them. The coven had accepted Neville as a sort of little brother, and it wasn’t unusual for Harry to come home and find taking a nap with, or going down on, one of the girls.

“I have a complaint to share with you, Harry,” said Luna. “You promised me a baby too, after the others had theirs. Isn’t it about time to keep your word?”

Harry smiled down at her, he had always wanted a family, and now he had it. Definitely not a traditional sort of family, even for magi. Three babies in one year by three different mothers. But he was a warlock, and a warlock was allowed a coven, and benefits with that coven, by tradition. But looking at Luna as she was developing now, he was definitely interested in fathering a child with her.

“All right,” he said as he leaned over to give her a kiss. “Neville, would you like to help father put the baby inside Luna?”

“Yes, please,” answered Neville anxiously as he looked up at Harry. Harry slowly slipped out of his clothes and stood naked before Neville, his cock was still hanging limp over the two large testicles at face level with his apprentice.

“Father needs for his dick to be erect so he can put it in Mummy and make the baby, why don’t you kiss father’s dick and make it hard for him.”

Neville took Harry’s cock in his mouth and began to pleasure him. While he was not nearly as good at it as Fleur or Gabrielle, it wasn’t bad; and Harry knew that Neville enjoyed feeling useful. Luna excitedly began rubbing herself as she watch Neville fellate Harry, she was going to be a mummy too. She would have her own little baby to love and care for, and best of all, his father would be Harry Potter.

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At the same time, a few hundred miles away on a desolate looking island located in the middle of the North Sea, the torches in the long stone hall way sprang to life as the pair entered a chilly cellblock deep inside Azkaban Prison. The other prisoners huddling in their small cells knew to keep their silence unless they wanted to draw unwanted attention to themselves. Thus the only sounds were the clipping of Prison Guard Susan Bone’s high heel boots on the stone floor, the patting Draco’s bare feet, and the jingling of the chains that connected the shackles around his ankles and connected up to those tightly securing his wrists behind his back. With a wave of her wand the heavy cell door creaked open and she motioned to Draco to enter.

Sobbing softly, he complied meekly. The stone walled cell was small, only about eight feet square. Huddled against the far wall there was another pathetic figure covered in a blanket. Frightened eyes looked out from the edge of the blanket at the new occupant to the cell.

“Hey, rapist! You finally have a new cellmate,” said Susan to Dean Thomas. “He’s dickless and you’re nutless so I figured you two would get on great. You’ll probably have lots to talk about, and you’ll have plenty of time to do it in too. Anyway, let me show the new tenant around his new suite.”

“Over here, is the formal dining room,” she said as she pointed at a simple wooden bench with two metal bowls sitting on it, each with a tin cup beside it. “And this is the master bathroom,” she added as she pointed on the opposite side of the cell at a wooden bucket with foul odor emanating from it despite the lid pushed down on top of it. “I’m afraid you two will have to share the facilities.”

“You empty your bucket every morning on the way to work, and turn in the food bowls for cleaning. At mealtimes your scrumptious repast will appear in your bowl. There’s plenty to eat, provided you get to the food before your cellmate does.”

Against the rear wall there appeared a second bedroll containing a thin mattress and a blanket. “There is no loud talking allowed in the cells at night, any trouble and you both receive the Cruciatus, as I don’t give a shit who started what or why. And I usually suggest to my charges that they keep their jerking off to a minimum cause I wouldn’t consider the food here part of a high protein diet.”

“Of course,” she added with a smirk, “I know that won’t be a problem with you two.”

Draco cringed as she laughed at his condition. After Potter’s coven had tortured him and the mudblood Granger had magically amputated his penis; they had hexed him so that he could never reveal what had been done to him. Then he had been somewhere in Godric’s Hollow and Potter had let the Weasley bitch torture him again and again. He had begged for mercy, even for death, but to no avail. Finally, he been turned over to the Aurors and tried for his crimes.

The original sentence was to be fed to the Dementors, but it was unexpectedly commuted by the Minister of Magic to life at hard labor without possibility of parole in Azkaban. As the celldoor clanged shut behind him the shackles and manacles binding him disappeared. “Your wakeup call will be at 5, at 5:15 your work shift begins, any disobedience or insubordination and you’ll be very, very sorry you did … I promise you that.”

“Please, isn’t there someone I can talk too?” pleaded Draco. “I can’t do this, I just can’t….”

“Well, I’m just following my orders,” said Susan. “However, it just so happens that the new Director of the Board of Governors for the prison is here this evening on a tour of the prison. It’s the Director that approves all prisoner cell assignments and conditions in Azkaban. If you wish, I could let you discuss your situation with the Director?”

“Yes, please,” sobbed Draco, with the first expectant note of hope in his voice.

“Can I talk to the Director too?” asked Dean Thomas as he threw back the blanket and got to his knees. “There’s been a mistake … I’m innocent … I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Awwwww, let me guess, you’re nutless, have a broke dick, and you’re spending twenty years in Azkaban for a string of rapes and assaults you didn’t commit,” said Susan with an obviously faked look of sadness. “Wow, ain’t that a bitch? Yeah, I think you need to speak to the Director too.”

At that moment the ringing sound of the cellblock gate opening was heard as someone else entered the hall of cells. “Ah, here’s the new Director now,” said Susan. “Madam Director, prisoner Malfoy and prisoner Thomas wish to speak to you concerning the conditions of their confinement.”

The figure of the Director strode into sight of the two unfortunate prisoners, it was a woman wearing thigh-high boots of exquisite leather, with a warm looking set of expensive robes that featured a hood that hid the face from the prisoner’s view. Slowly the hood was slid back to reveal a mass of red hair, and beneath it, the face of Lady Ginny Potter.

Draco immediately recoiled to cringe in terror into the far corner of the cell, his mind remembering the hours of torture he had endured at Ginny’s hands; while Dean rocked back and forth on his knees pathetically clutching the thin blanket before him.

“I’m familiar with their cases,” said Ginny as she stared at the two with cold, hate-filled eyes. “I have already assembled a hearing committee to deal with such prisoner complaints.”

Ginny raised her hand and snapped her fingers as a signal, immediately the chill air in the cellblock grew colder, as if a wintry blast were passing through the stone passageways. The prisoners in the first set of cells near the entryway began to whimper in terror, even the others who could not see the cellblock doors immediately knew what had happened, the Dementors had been summoned.

Dean began to scream and cry out for his mummy as he threw the tattered blanket over his head to try and shut out the horrifying spectacle of the approaching Dementors. Draco just began to blubber incoherently and pissed himself.

“Take your time with them,” said Ginny to the lead Dementor who entered the cell with several others of his kind to begin feeding on the despair and misery of the two luckless humans.

“I think I’ll stay and observe for a while,” said Ginny, as she used her wand to materialize a comfortable looking chair for herself in the corridor. “I don’t think you’ll be needed here anymore tonight, Susan. Why don’t you go to Godric’s Hollow and get yourself a suite at the Unicorn for the night, my treat?”

Ginny pulled a blank card from within her robes and made a pass over it with her wand. Characters in glowing ink appeared announcing that the bearer of the card was to receive a complimentary night’s stay in a suite in the Unicorn. Susan was aghast as she accepted the proffered card, a night in a suite with an elf consort to pleasure her would normally cost about a month’s pay, and here it was for free.

“I have a special interest in both of these prisoners,” said Ginny as she calmly watched Draco and Dean writhing in pain and terror in the cell while the Dementors gang fed on them.

“I want them to suffer, but I do not wish my special interests in them to become public knowledge,” she said matter-of-factly. “Assistant me in accomplishing this task and you will find my friendship a very useful thing to have, both professionally and personally.”

Susan took a quick look at the two shrieking convicts, then back at the glowing card that signaled a night of luxurious pampering and exquisite sexual pleasure she could not otherwise have enjoyed. “Fuck those two,” she thought, “they deserve what they’re getting.”

“I would consider it a great honor to call you my friend, Lady Potter,” said Susan with a sly smile as took the card from Ginny’s hand, looked it over with anticipation, and placed it in her pocket.