By Lord Wrackspurt

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This Chapter is a continuation of a novel length fan-fiction story which replaces the final book in the Harry Potter series. This story is a work of fan-fiction based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Chapter 10: Praise the Master

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As Harry moved through the crowd all the elves’ eyes never left him. They looked somewhat like other elves Harry had seen at Hogwarts and other places. But he knew they were special, they could change form, to take on other shapes resembling humans.

“May I ask a question of you, Desiree?” asked Harry hesitantly.

“Of course you may,” she said with that brilliant and sexy smile of hers. “Anything you desire to know about the Golden Unicorn, or its operation, it’s my duty to inform you.”

“Why did you, Fleur, and Gabrielle bow to me like that, you’re not my elves.”

“No, but we are oath bonded to your family, which specifically means you now. My daughters and I are your stewards. We run the business for you in your name, and for that purpose are you when you aren’t here. The elves only obey their master, which on the death of James Potter became you. You weren’t here to personally oversee them, but as the steward of the family I could act in your name, and they would obey me and the girls on that basis in most things.”

“Please tell me you’re not my slaves or anything,” said Harry.

“Oh, no,” she said with a short laugh. “We’re more like trusted employees that can’t just quit if they want to. You have the right to dismiss us from your service if you choose, until then we are required to obey you in such things as are concerning our duties in running the Unicorn for you.”

“And just that, your job duties?”

“Yes, professional, but not personal things,” said Desiree with a fanciful glint in her eyes. “For example, you can’t order me to blow you.”

“I … I would never — never,” fumbled Harry, but thinking in the back of his mind that if he could have made her do it, he just might.

“I know, Harry, I was only giving a for-instance,” she said. “Please don’t take offense.”

“I’m not offended or anything,” lied Harry a bit. “How about we drop the subject and get on with the tour?”

“Fine. Well, Harry, this is the basement area where the elves live. Everything they need is here, and they are kept comfortable. We will have the formal presentation later, but they already know that you are the son of James Potter. They have a bloodline oath to obey you just as they obeyed your father.”

“Why did they obey my father?”

“James never figured that out completely. Even the elves don’t know why you are the Master, only that you are. Albus Dumbledore was puzzled when he was told about it. He said that the only solution was that they originally belonged to an ancestor of James’, the blood of that ancestor is still in your veins and calls to them.”

“How many people know about my parents owning the Golden Unicorn?”

“As you can imagine very few people ever knew who the real owner of the Golden Unicorn was. Sirius Black was your dad’s junior partner; he’s the one who came up with the name of Golden Unicorn for the place, and it was he who through various nefarious dealings he’d had with the Goblins knew Fartzmellar and got him involved with the plan. Fartzmellar was just an ambitious, and tough, Goblin who convinced the council to give Sirius’ idea for the elves a try. Plus he was tough enough to stay in power when others tried to step in and take over. He swung the financing to actually build the facility and make all the political payoffs with the Ministry to allow it to operate.

“After the Unicorn opened, Sirius ran the clubs and room bookings on the first floor, your mother was the business agent, and she stayed in the flat on the third floor that was reserved for her and your dad. But because the Goblins were the most visible operators they were assumed to be the true owners by most. To be honest, the Goblin Council probably would have tried to take over the whole operation except that the success of the business is the elves. Since the elves responded only to James’ commands they needed him to derive any profit from the business. Plus Fartzmellar felt a debt of honor to your parents for the opportunity they gave him, as well as his own prestige. The ones that tried are all Gimlicks now.”

“What is a Gimlick?’ asked Harry as he told Desiree about events back at the bank.

“Goblins are very brutal with their own, Harry, and extremely chauvinistic,” she said. “They have no respect for a pussy, regardless of species, something you need to remember. Young male goblins are not permitted to breed unless they can prove themselves. At puberty the tips of their foreskins are ringed and they remain virgins. Only when they reach a point of achievement will the council remove the ring and they can have sex with the females. Usually, to earn that privilege you have to best an elder goblin and take his place in the heirarchy.”

“Some sort of fight to the death,” asked Harry.

‘Maybe worse than death by some standards, the winner takes the losers balls as a trophy, and the loser becomes a eunuch goblin, a Gimlick, the lowest of the low. Assigned to the lowest positions, the hardest work, totally at the mercy of a dominant male goblin. Your parents gave Fartzmellar an opportunity to propose a profitable operation to the council, and he had the strength and drive to literally rip the balls off his enemies. He keeps his trophies in the side room to his office, nailed to a board. Very few goblins even think about challenging him right now, maybe when he gets older, but that happens to all goblins some day.’

“Sounds like a tough customer,” said Harry as Desiree nodded. “How did Dumbledore find out about the unicorn?”

“Dumbledore was told as he was a confidant of James’ in everything he did,” continued Desiree. “I was brought in to handle the day to day business operations from France because James knew my mother and me from the bordello in Paris where we worked.”

She turned and saw the puzzled look in Harry’s eyes. “You dad was a frequent visitor, and a regular client of mine. Of course, that was strictly before he married Lily. That always impressed me about your mum’s business sense. She knew full well back then that I had bedded down her husband before she had, but she realized that I knew how to run a whorehouse and she didn’t. So I got to keep my job after they married.”

“It must have been hard on dad though. You are an extremely beautiful woman.”

“Thank you, Harry,” she said with a quick smile that sent shivers of desire through Harry. “Your dad was quite the lusty guy in his younger days, but he truly loved your mum. He became a one woman man, and I respected that. I never betrayed his or your mum’s trust. We simply became very good friends after I came to work here. Besides, I had already found a good man of my own while I was working in France. It takes a great man to truly love a woman such as myself, but he did. He gave me my two beautiful daughters to remember him by before he died.”

“How has Fleur been handling Bill’s death?” Harry asked. “She seemed pretty chipper when I saw her in the other room.”

“She’s part Veela. There is an ability in us to move on from pain due to loss. We grieve hard at the loss of someone we love; she was very distraught the day of the funeral. However, we process our grief quicker that way. It may seem untoward to some, or as though we really didn’t care for that person, but it’s just the way of our kind. Fleur has already moved on through most of her grief, she’s getting more into a normal life and helping me run the business.”

“I hate to ask, but do you and Fleur actually do things with the customers here?” Harry hesitantly asked.

“No,” she said quite firmly. “All sexual transactions here with customers are strictly between the elves and the Johns and Janes. Fleur and I are management only, and now that Gabrielle is of legal age for a Veela she’s helping out too.”

“Gabrielle works here too!” Harry said. “Isn’t she … a bit young to work … here?”

“Gabrielle has chosen to embrace the Veela half of her heritage, while Fleur chose to be a witch. Gabrielle was tested by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and passed the examination for legal recognition as a Veela, and is registered with the Ministry as such. Veela maturity standards apply to her, so she became an adult last month on her 15th birthday. She is presently in second stage training in the Veela arts under my tutelage, and she can legally make any decision what to do with herself, and her body, that a witch can make at 17, or a muggle at 18.”

Reaching the end of a hallway Desiree opened a door and they stepped out onto the first level where Harry had been the night before. The clubs were closed now and the area deserted. It was strange to see the area so quiet after the loud music and noise of the night before.

“The clubs are to give the Johns and Janes a taste of the product. The first floor basically pays the overhead, and the goblin’s share of the take, through liquor, aphrodisiac potions, and magical sex merchandise sales. We have a fairly decent markup and all our product lines are trademarked. We allow no outside competitors to sell on our floor, or their products past our door. Several have tried to get in with bribes and threats of one sort of another. We have the ability to apply some pressure ourselves, legal and otherwise. If anyone tries to cause trouble, or horn in on our business, they get a couple of warning shots in the knackers and usually they move along.”

“What if they don’t?” asked Harry, not sure he wanted to know after thinking about how close he came to finding out on his own last night.

“Godric’s Hollow can be a rough town, Harry, and you haven’t seen the worst of it yet by a long sight,” Desiree said in a maternalistic tone. “The main rule here is that you either protect what’s yours or somebody will take it away from you. Your father learned that lesson quickly when others tried to move in on him. He did what he had to in order to keep what was his. You’ll learn in short order that you are going to have to do very unpleasant things to others who are causing problems for you. It stops them from doing it, and sets an example to others who were thinking about doing it. You’re in the big bad adult wizarding world now, Harry, it just doesn’t do to be known as a pussy around here. I mean, you know what happens to a pussy — don’t you, Harry?”

“YES!” answered Harry quickly, knowing from her cheeky grin that Desiree was making fun of him with the question. “Let’s get back to the tour, can we?”

“We use the money from the private exhibition booths for the care of the elves. We make sure they are happy and well cared for, they get presents on their birthday. The average customer down here on a summer weeknight is a middle-aged magus with a spouse and kids back in the mall, or the hotel, who hasn’t been getting enough lately. He or she buys a few drinks, with a shot of highly diluted Amortentia love potion in it. When it’s watered down like that it just becomes a fast acting aphrodisiac. His dick gets hard, or her twat get sopping wet, so, if they can’t afford the premium services upstairs, they purchase tokens for a private showing. They go into the single cubicle, lie back on the recliner. They specify what they want the elf to look like and do for them while they masturbate. They can go manually, or purchase single use sex aids in the cubicle then lay back and cum on autopilot. The elf performs, the sex toys do their job, and soon we have another satisfied customer making a mess on the floor. Thank the stars for the auto-Scourgify spell on the booths, or we’d spend all our time on housekeeping.”

“It sure looked crowded last night,” said Harry. “What little I got to see of it.”

“Absolutely, this is the most crowded area, and the place where most of the trouble occurs. As you learned last night, the elves transfigure themselves to form the professional and security staff. We have secured permission from the town council to handle troublemakers as roughly as necessary; even with elves it isn’t easy. We frequently and generously express our gratitude to the council members and the members of the local security forces for their understanding and cooperation in our security matters.”

“I definitely found that out last night,” said Harry with a gulp as he now realized how close he came to getting the shit beat out of him. “You are a very frightening woman when you want to be. I was plenty scared last night.”

“I knew that something had gone wrong, the elves were not supposed to behave that way. I thought you were using some kind of dark magic on them. It never occurred to me that it might be you until I saw your face. I had to bite my tongue when we met briefly back there at Hogwarts at how much you looked like your dad. It would have raised some difficult questions. You favor him even more now, but I’m glad you got rid of the glasses. James was about your age the first time he visited my boudoir. When I saw your face I knew who you were, you look too much like him to be anybody else, all except the eyes. Those are Lily’s eyes. ”

“That’s what everybody tells me. Thank you for healing me and calling off the cops. I’d already had one run in with them earlier in the day.”

“So that was you who burst old Reggie’s eggs?”

“No, that was Nymphadora Tonks, a friend of mine. She’s traveling with me to protect me. McCann was about to hit me with his nightstick, she kicked him in the balls and he just dropped.”

“Works for me too, as I believe you saw for yourself,” Desiree said with a laugh. “Puts them down quick and hard, especially if you’re wearing boots. Saves a lot of time over arguing or explaining while you’re throwing them out of the building. It’s sort of like a muggle computer just click-and-drag.”

Harry cringed at the thought of Desiree deciding to give him a click-and-drag. Desiree seemed not to notice and led Harry to a doorway with no handle or lock, a wave of her wand caused it to open. It led to the second floor cribs.

“Up here is where our premium customers work out their fantasies. The first floor is for the rubes; up here is where the real money flows in from, and the favors, which can prove just as profitable. The rooms can be obtained if you are on our approved customer list by reserving a room in advance by date, and paying for it. The premium customer who reserves in advance and wants discretion is given a one use portkey that allows them to arrive in their room unseen by anyone.

“Walk-in customers can also make arrangements and payment on the first floor. We do restrict who may use the facility; money alone doesn’t get you in. Once they have their room they are assigned an elf, they tell, or mentally project, to the elf their desired fantasy, and the elves give it to them. When the customer is satisfied, he or she is escorted to an apparition chamber so they can leave discretely. We want no prying eyes or snooping photos taken.”

To Harry the second floor looked like the hallway of a large hotel, there were lots of doors on either side of the hall. The doors had no number and no locks on them. At the end of the hall Desiree open a door with a wave of her wand, stepping inside Harry found himself in a type of control room with hallways that went to the other rooms. From here, it was possible to see what was happening in all the other rooms. It was as if you could see through the walls of the room.

“This room gives us access to what’s happening everywhere else on the floor. We use enchanted one-way walls. We can see in, the client can’t see out. They believe they are alone with their fantasy. We have always kept the knowledge of these walls one of our deepest company secrets. The customers don’t need to know that we are watching their moves in there.”

“So, from this room and its halls you can witness the rich and powerful getting their freak on?” asked Harry.

“Exactly. We know an incredible amount about very powerful people,” said Desiree. “As long as we keep it to ourselves we get to stay in business.”

Leading Harry to the rear of the control room was an elevator which had no buttons. A wave of her wand caused the doors to open. They stepped in and the elevator went to the third floor. The third floor had the expensive party suites; walking through one, Harry was surprised to see glass lined balconies and atriums. None of these were visible from outside, just square brick walls. Puzzled, Harry asked Mistress Desiree about the architectural inconsistency.

“The outside walls are protected by both a set of powerful defensive spells to prevent apparition inside the building, and by one-way walls on the outside shell of the building.

From the inside you can see out, feel the wind, and feel the warmth of the sun. But still be protected from undesirable elements and prying eyes and ears.”

Walking down the hall Desiree went to a spot in the wall which had a Golden Unicorn emblem embossed into the wall. A wave of her wand caused the wall to open exposing a much shorter hallway with a door to either side and one at the end.

“This is the most restricted area of the building, the personal quarters of the managers and the owner, and the company business office. Our quarters are to the left, yours are to the right. I have used your Dad’s office at the end of the hall to run the business, but I will remove my items from there if you wish.”

“That won’t be necessary,” said Harry. “I still need you to continue running things as you have. I haven’t a clue what is going on.”

Desiree came to stand in front of the door on the right side of the hallway. “Your parents took refuge in your father’s childhood home when they were warned that Voldemort was after them. They thought it was safer to live there in isolation from the Unicorn. However, this is where they actually lived right after they were married. It’s been left the way Lily decorated it because we knew that eventually you’d show up. It’s your new home here if you desire it.”

She opened the door and Harry walked into his family’s home for the first time in sixteen years. The flat was laid out in classic open style. The main room offered an array of couches and chairs, off to the side the kitchen and dining area were only semi-enclosed and offered mostly unimpeded walkthrough to the main room. The master bedroom led off to the other side, with a walk in closet and master bath attached to it. Harry was amazed to find the closet was still stocked with his parent’s clothes. It was as if they had just stepped out a few minutes ago and would be back any minute now to welcome him.

“The elves have cleaned in here ever day since they left. Several of them begged your folks to stay here, and they would protect them with their lives. Your father knew that they would have done so too. He left to protect them from Voldemort.”

Harry realized that whatever else, his parents only wore the best in dress clothes. All his dad’s suits were of the best quality from important designers; his mother’s clothes were the same. Her shoes were beautiful; all her accessories were matched perfectly.

“There is a small fortune just in this room,” said Harry. “Vintage designer wear like this is the craze among muggles.”

“It’s desired among magi too, and that’s your market with these I’m afraid,” said Desiree. “These have had some magical enhancement added. The clothing adjusts itself to fit the wearer perfectly. So if you add or lose a few pounds nothing need not fit perfectly, you’ll also find they wear better. The suits have the ability to regenerate from everyday wear and tear. Your parents traveled and partied regularly. These clothes were regularly worn by them.”

Ever since entering the closet Harry had felt that there was something here that he remembered; now it was beginning to dawn on him. He reached for one of his mum’s old dresses and sniffed deeply of the fabric. Slowly his mind processed the odor and registered it, he remembered it now, it was his mum, he remembered for the first time how she smelled. Harry’s eyes began to tear up at the recognition. His mum, that was how she had always smelled when she held him close. He remembered.

“That particular perfume was called ‘Witching Hour’ she made it herself. It would drive your dad crazy to smell her with it on. The fragrance advertises the wearer’s emotions to those around her whom she favors. Your dad said that he always knew when Lily was really angry with him, or whenever she wanted to have sex. She was always fantastic with potions, and loved making fragrances,” said Desiree. Harry could see that remembering the experience was making her tearful as well.

“I remember it,” he said. “There have been times in my life when I thought of her and there was this smell I tried to remember, and couldn’t, sometimes it almost drove me mad to try and think of it. It was this, her perfume, I was trying to recall. Nothing ever smelled quite like her.”

“She made it her work to develop perfume potions that changed with the individual and their mood. She was working on perfecting it right up until she was … well right up until the end. Her old potions laboratory is in the basement levels. No one has used it, or has even been able to get in it since she left. If you want I can show it to you, maybe you can get inside.”

“No,” said Harry. “I don’t think I could handle it just right now, just smelling this has been difficult. Maybe sometime later.”

“All right then.”

At the back of the closet a reflection of light caught Harry’s eye. Looking upon the shelf, he saw three beautiful objects, a wand under a crystal container, a lustery pearl necklace, and a jewel encrusted pendant.

“Those were your Mother’s,” said Desiree. “The wand is made of Yew wood, with silver banding. It was her favorite and she carried it everywhere. She died with that wand in her hand trying to protect you from Voldemort. Sirius Black brought it back here to me from the wreckage of the house and retrieved his motorbike, said he had something to do and left.”

Harry lifted the glass cover and reached to take the wand. Immediately he felt a sensation he had not felt for years come over him, it was her spirit reaching out to him from across the years. The closet was suddenly filled with a mother’s love for her child that superseded death. Harry closed his eyes and felt her love caress him again after all these years, it was as if she were there holding her baby in her arms again.

“Mummy!” was all Harry could blurt out over the tears that filled his eyes. “I love you.”

The energy remained in place for a while then slowly dissipated. Harry turned to see that Desiree was also weeping. “It was Lily,” she said softly. “I felt her presence.”

Harry simply nodded. “What is this,” he asked as he picked up the pendant. The center contained a large and flawless blood red Ruby of the highest quality, surrounded by diamonds, all set in gold.

“It is an old heirloom of the Potter family. It belonged to your grandmother, and your dad gave it to Lily in place of an engagement ring on the night she accepted his proposal of marriage. She wore it everywhere. She even had it on the night she died; Sirius brought it to me along with the wand. The necklace was a gift from your dad to her on her first Mother’s day after you were born. It is made of some of the finest natural pearls from the South Seas; the center pearl is one of the largest known. The connecting cord is unbreakable. It is easily worth a half-million muggle pounds, probably more to a true pearl fancier.”

“Mum must have loved them.”

“Actually she was not much for pearls,” said Desiree. “She wore it a few times out with your dad, but mostly it stayed in the closet. Her main feeling for the necklace was that James had given it to her as a Mother’s Day gift in your honor.”

It had become a little too much for Harry to stay in the closet. He told Desiree that if he didn’t leave there soon he would completely break down from the old memories that were flooding back. She turned and had Harry follow her into the master bath. Harry saw that it was going to be wonderful to have a bath in here. There were all manner of showerheads from the plain old single type like he known at the Dursley’s for five minutes on his twice a week shower nights. Here he could stand under a waterfall if he desired. Walking out to the balcony Harry could see the people out on the street below milling about, but couldn’t believe that they were not able to see him. It was exactly like being outside; he could feel the wind, the sun shining on him. Harry realized that this would be a great place to live; it was a far better place than Grimmauld Place. It was more cheery, and he could go about openly as a Wizard.

“I think I could like it here,” said Harry. “Even though it could get a little cramped after a while.”

“Remember that this isn’t everything you own Harry,” replied Desiree. “This is just the owner’s flat inside the main building. As managers we have a similar flat across the hallway. Before you were born your parents bought a residential villa on the edge of the hill in a protected community with other similar properties. Nearby to yours, the girls are owners of a villa that was the property of their father; I am allowed to live there for as long as I choose. Only residents and selected guests may enter the security spell zone surrounding the community. It is very much a magically gated community for upper class magi.

“When James and Lily were killed we didn’t know whether to continue payments on the property or let it go. As your guardian, Dumbledore decided to retain it for you even though it wasn’t cheap. Of course, now we see that the property value has increased several times over what your parents bought it for seventeen years ago. It has a spacious courtyard which is protected against outside viewing such as the balcony here is. There is a pool, spas, exercise rooms, tennis court, and all the luxuries. There is a nearby wood that is magically protected where owners and their guests can walk or ride their brooms.

“With our additional assets of the elves at our disposal we have leased out the villa to extremely wealthy patrons or corporations as a private resort during the summer, weekends, and special events. There is some competition, but ours comes with one luxury feature the others can’t duplicate, Golden Unicorn elves as on premises sexual consorts. That has resulted in the funding to purchase the property outright, cover maintenance and operating costs, pay all fees and taxes, including the Goblins share, and still turn us a hefty profit.”

“Can I see it from here?” asked Harry.

“No,” Desiree replied. “It’s a ways over by the northern edge of the hill; you want such a place to be an easy commute to the shopping, but well away from the noise and crowds of the club area. It lives up to its name.”

“What is the name of the place?” asked Harry.

“The Garden of Delights, and it is, pretty much whatever you desire.”

“Yes, but since we rent it out that means I won’t be the one getting to use it will I?” asked Harry.

“Much of the time in the off season it stands empty, except on weekends and holidays. Your parent’s old master bedroom can be your bedroom there. It can be sealed when others are there so your personal effects are not bothered. When no one is renting then you can use it. Of course, the property is yours now, you have the power to pull it from the leasing market and keep it all to yourself if you wish to sacrifice the income it produces, and absorb the costs from your bank account.”

“No, I told Fartzmellar to keep it open for rent, I will be back in school next week, but I can travel this year. I think I would rather live here in the flat on weekends than in London at Grimmauld Place. But won’t people get suspicious if they see me going in and out of the place all the time.”

“If you stay in the building, or in your unrented villa then no one ever need know you were here,” said Desiree as she led Harry to what he had thought was a closet. “This is the entry oubliette where you can use a personal portkey to arrive at. We will have a special portkey made for you that uses your wand to transport you here into the room. Inside you have to choose a wall that is the exit. That wall changes positions, but it always has the animagus signs of the four marauders on that wall. You use your wand to cast your personal patronus into that wall and you are allowed in. We can also prepare one to allow you into the villa in your personal rooms.”

Harry approved the idea and told Desiree that it would be a couple of weeks before he could get back. She then led Harry via the owner’s connecting door into the office. It too had a beautiful view of the Hollow; the principle difference was that this large room had all the muggle conveniences as well as magical. There were cellular phones, television, and several computers.

“You’ll appreciate that the computers are enchanted to get the best of both worlds,” said a grinning Desiree. “We can print out a document on parchment that looks like it was quill written, in any hand. Plus the ability to research using the muggle web is helpful.”

“But I thought that muggle technology doesn’t work correctly around us,” said Harry.

“Muggle technology doesn’t work right around a bunch of stupid old farts who hold position in the Ministry. They don’t know how to use computers and mobiles, and they’re too fucking lazy to learn from those who do. I mean, when you were living with your muggle relations did everything work all right around you?”

Harry thought for a minute and realized that all the technology he had encountered at the Dursley’s house and in muggle school had worked just fine for him. Hermione had never complained of stuff not working around her and she was a very powerful witch.

“Is it true that there is a web just for us, only we can see it?”

“Oh yes, Harry,” said Desiree. “The World Wide Wizards Web grows everyday as more magi go online. It’s the young magi that are muggleborn and half-blood that are doing it. Muggle technology is getting closer to being magic every day. The purebloods who don’t have muggle contacts don’t see it, don’t use it, and are taught to despise it. Now they’re the ones falling behind. The Ministry is still run by a bunch of old farts who try to keep us a hundred years or more behind the muggles because they don’t want to have to change. They pass laws that keep limitations on technology use, and ensure that at places like Hogwarts it’s purposefully blocked from working.”

“I’ve always wondered about that myself,” said Harry. “Who do those idiots in the Ministry think is going to use quill and parchment to scribble out a letter to someone, tie it to a bloody bird’s leg, then sit on their arse waiting for a reply when you can flip open your mobile and talk directly to them. What rubbish!”

“Exactly,” agreed Desiree. “Our rooms are in demand, and customers have learned that the best way to ensure their pleasure on a particular night is to pick up their mobile, or send an e-mail, not a bloody bird. A few old school Ministry pricks have steadfastly tried to make us keep rooms available for Owl reservations only, but we usually manage to circumvent most of their rules with a few tricks of our own.”

“Don’t they get angry about that?” asked Harry.

“Yeah,” grinned back Desiree. “But the thought of getting put on the ‘no admittance’ list keeps them from doing much. This is a private enterprise; nobody has a right to get in here if we, or now you, say no. There are other places to enjoy magically-enhanced sex, but none of them are as good as what we can do here. Most of your so-called competitors you passed on the way here are simply wank palaces where the guests are under a Confundus charm dreaming they had sex while a grungy house elf gave them a hand job. Here your customers enjoy genuine, made to order, disease free, consequence free, sex.”

While discussing the details of running the Unicorn in greater depth with Desiree, Harry began to feel that he was really hungry. Desiree invited him to join the staff for lunch in the basement area. Entering the area Harry saw the throng of elves staring at him, sitting at their tables. It was almost like the great hall at Hogwarts. Desiree, Fleur, and Gabrielle accompanied Harry to the head table and they stood there.

“Today is a great day for us,” began Desiree. “The son of James Potter has come back home. The Master has returned.”

There was a cheer that went up through the throng of elves; Harry saw that many of them were weeping as they stared at him.

“Why are they so overjoyed to have me back?” Harry softly asked Desiree.

Desiree broke into a wide smile. “There are some things that an elf may only do with his or her Master’s explicit permission. One of them is produce baby elves. Maybe you haven’t noticed it but there are no children here. They spend their nights satisfying the carnal lusts of witches and wizards, and yet none of them has gotten any for themselves for over 16 years.”

“Even those that were couples when my parents died?”

“When James died you became Master, and you hadn’t given permission. So they had to wait until you said it was all right. There is also another matter to be settled.”

Desiree turned to a set of older elves sitting at the front right table and they rose, one went outside and after a moment he returned leading a rather frightened looking female elf by the arm. The elders led the elf before Harry’s chair and they all bowed low. The frightened elf began to weep and went to her knees with her head bowed.

“Master Potter,” began Desiree, speaking loudly for the group to hear. “Last night you entered the building and you were laid rough hands on by this elf. It is your right to punish her as you desire, if you wish to you may kill her for this offense.”

Turning to Desiree, Harry said softly, “You mean this is the goon who threw me across the floor?”

“Exactly,” said Desiree. “Remember they can change form to resemble anyone. She thought you were attacking the other elf and came to help. It was an instinctive reaction. Then, just like the other elf, as soon as she touched you she knew you were the Master. They can speak telepathically to each other as well. That’s why they all came to you and bowed as they did last night. Even though they didn’t know who you were, they knew you were their Master. Something similar to how your father first found them.”

“So I’ve got to kill this one now for what she did?”

“Well her name is Poontang. She’s always been a good elf. She’s already been ostracized by the others as the one who drove Master away. She’s actually lucky they didn’t kill her themselves. The only reason they didn’t was that I told them it was the Master’s right to deal with her. You are Master, your word is law, you may punish her, or you may show mercy.”

Harry thought on this a moment before turning to address the elves, he knew he couldn’t hurt the poor frightened creature before him. “It has been a long time since I was among you, but now I have returned. This is a day of great joy, and it is not my desire that my first act upon my return to you be one of punishment. Therefore, I forgive Poontang, and I require all of you to forgive her too. Also, after we eat, I want all of you who want to have sex to do so.”

The silence in the room was deafening for several seconds as the elves took in what Master had just said, they had permission to fuck! Wild cheering broke out across the room as the elves jumped up and down screaming with joy. Harry looked over at Desiree and her girls and saw that they were laughing hysterically at the scene. After a moment Desiree looked over to the girls.

“I think we better just post signs that the first floor clubs will be closed tonight for repairs. Don’t accept any more second floor reservations when the desk reopens, I don’t think any suite parties were planned. Thank the stars this is the middle of the week. Harry if you had done this on a weekend all hell would have broken loose. I think I can find enough of the older elves who won’t have fucked their brains out by sunset to cover the existing reservations.”

“I’m sorry,” said Harry. “I didn’t think about the chaos this would cause.”

“That’s all right, Harry,” said Desiree. “They need a break and a chance to celebrate.”

Looking down, Harry saw the forgiven elf in front of him, she was still weeping, but not out of fright. “Thank you, good Master, for sparing poor Poontang. She will be your most loyal servant from now on, she promises with her life, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, Poontang,” said Harry. “I know you meant me no real harm last night. You were just confused. Everything is all right.”

When the cheering died down the food appeared on the tables, it reminded Harry of eating meals at Hogwarts. The food was as good as that at Hogwarts too. As he sat there gnawing on a chicken leg, Harry looked around and wondered if all this was truly happening or not. In just one morning he had discovered that he was the immensely wealthy secret owner of the Golden Unicorn, with over a hundred elves who could morph into any form they desired, and that it was all run for him by three beautiful Veela witches. Definitely one unusual, but exciting, morning.

Harry soon noticed that the elves weren’t very hungry, they quickly ate a little then began to disappear in sets of two out the door, always remembering to stop at the door, turn towards Harry, and bow before running out. By the time he had finished eating, Harry noticed that all the elves were gone except a few older elves and Poontang. She just sat there staring at Harry as if she was looking at a beautiful work of art.

While Desiree talked to the older elves about covering the rooms already booked for the night, Fleur and Gabrielle led Harry into the commons area. Harry noticed that Poontang followed a respectful distance behind. Harry could hear the elves already hard at it as they passed the entrance to the elves private living quarters. The air was filled with rhythmic grunts, squeals, and the high-pitched wail of “PRAISE THE MASTER!” Harry figured he was a very popular Master with the elves right now.

The girls led Harry back to his suite. “We need to go and get things ready at the front desk. The main call for evening reservations should be starting soon, so we’ll handle giving them the bad news.”

“I’m sorry I made a mess of things.”

“No problem,” said Fleur. “Besides you’re the boss. We just manage it in your name.”

“And we shouldn’t forget that little elves become big elves,” added Gabrielle. “The main limitation on how many customers we can serve is how many elves we have to work the floor. A fresh supply of elves means we can expand the business if you want to in a few years. Mother said that your parents had considered opening a London branch for a while.”

“Well I don’t know what I want to do with anything just yet. This is all so sudden. I guess I better get out of here and be out of your way.”

“Have you got something more important to do?” asked Gabrielle.

“No, I guess I’ll just go back to the hotel and take a nap.”

“Bollocks, Harry!” exclaimed Fleur. “Look around, you have a luxury flat here. This is all yours, your home as long as you want it. Settle in for a bit; take a nap here in your own bed.”

“Even better,” said a grinning Gabrielle. “Why don’t you sample the goods? Do you really know what your elves can do? Why not let Poontang come up and give you a demonstration. I promise you it’s a whole lot better than a pair of cotton gloves in a hotel room in town.”

Harry blushed, that was exactly what he had planned to do. He had been in the presence of these very sexy women and his poor testicles were giving him hell about it. But the idea appealed to him; why should he go back to his room all alone and wank when he didn’t have to? This all belonged to him, why not enjoy it?

He wondered for a moment if Tonks would be worried about his prolonged absence. Probably not, she was most likely still enjoying her new found stud somewhere. He wondered what would she think of all this. Then he had second thoughts, why should he tell her about any of this? She was the one who said there was no future for them, that he was just a fling. For all his life everybody had kept secrets from Harry Potter; well now Harry Potter had a secret of his own, and he was keeping it to himself.

“All right,” said Harry a bit bashfully. “What do I need to do?”

“First of all, when you want one of your elves, just call them by name,” said Fleur. “They’ll come to you, and read images from your mind, or even memories stored in a Pensieve. Then tell them what you want them to do. Don’t be in the least embarrassed; they handle bizarre sexual fantasies all the time, and they are absolutely discreet. You can have them become someone you know, or simply let them choose a body. You can then improve on it with a little customization.”

“Just specify what you like,” said Gabrielle. “Bigger tits, broader bum, longer legs, blonde, brunette, redhead, hair length and style. What types of clothing they should wear.”

“Then tell them what you want done to satisfy you,” said Fleur. “Nothing will shock them, they’ve seen and done it all, and they will tell Master’s secrets to no one. By the way, Mum needs to borrow your wand for a few hours to make the port key to get you into the flat.”

Harry handed Fleur his wand and the girls left Harry in his flat all alone. He shut the door and said, “Come here, Poontang.” There was an immediate pop and the elf was there before him. She was grinning widely, “What does Master command?”

“Poontang,” said Harry. “Master is feeling sort of … well I would like you to be my … er…companion for the afternoon. If that’s all right with you.”

“If Master is horny then Poontang is happy to serve Master’s needs,” she said. “What does Master desire me to become and do to please him?”

At this point Harry became totally flustered; he’d never imagined propositioning a morphing elf prostitute before. “I’m not sure Poontang. Master is new at this.”

“If Master will close his eyes and allow Poontang to touch his forehead she can see his desires and become them for him.”

“All right,” said Harry. He sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes, and then he felt two tiny hands touch his forehead for a few seconds. Then Harry felt the hands begin to change, to grow larger.

“Hello, Harry.” The voice made Harry jump, it wasn’t the elf’s voice, it was Ginny’s. Opening his eyes Harry saw her standing in front of him, just as he had imagined her in his dreams at the Dursley’s. The sheer robes, the pretty heels. She was beautiful, he could even smell her perfume. Reaching out to her, she slid easily into his arms, he could feel her, she kissed him deeply on the lips, and he could taste her. It was Ginny, she was really there, and she was his for the taking.

Looking at the figure he was holding, it took incredible effort on Harry’s part to realize that this was actually Poontang, and not the real Ginny. No wonder everyone was so crazy about this place, the effect was perfect. Harry argued with himself briefly as to whether he should do this, but the throbbing in his pants told him to go for it. He was just living out a fantasy, that’s all. After a few seconds of looking in those beautiful eyes Harry decided what the hell, it was just a dream, one that Aunt Petunia wouldn’t wake him up from at the crucial moment.

Standing up, Harry began to undress as Ginny lay on the bed waiting with her legs seductively crossed. When he was completely naked Harry looked down to his own genital region and saw that he was fully erect and ready for action. Mounting up on Ginny he penetrated her and started living out his dreams. Yes, it was going to be good to be the Master.