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 8: Welcome to Godric’s Hollow

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Godric’s Hollow was nestled in a remote part of the foothills of the Cumbrian Mountains. As its name suggests, the old part of the town lay in a bowl shaped hollow formed by several surrounding high ridges. Beyond the ridges, the surrounding low land areas had a number of muddy bogs and wet marshes that helped prevent muggle cross-country hikers from wandering into the area. The old main part of town looked pretty much like a traditional English country village. The town had a mixture of magical and muggle occupants, with many of the muggles from non-magical branches of magical families, or were squibs. However, all the muggles there worked for the magical population that actually ran the town.

The town was not easily accessible from any motorway; the only way to drive into town was through the country backroads. Even then, spells had been placed on the strategic road junctions leading to the Hollow that made any muggle who got on the road believe that he was going the wrong way and should turn back. Even for magi to find the way in by road they had either to know the way, or have a map available through the Ministry of Magic Board of Tourism that guided you there. There were no signs that mentioned the town, and neither the town nor the road into it appeared on any muggle maps. It seemingly didn’t exist.

Despite all these precautions, it was possible for the scenic route traveling muggle to find his way into the town. If they did, they found a quaint English town nestled in the hills. There were hotels (all of which were always fully booked if a muggle asked for a room), touristy junk shops, a bank, restaurants, and sidewalk cafes along the main street just like a regular town. However, it was only a veneer of normalcy they saw, the real town was hidden to them. Everything they saw was geared to finding a boring little town with nothing of interest and a growing desire to leave and go somewhere else, anywhere else in fact.

If the road into town was followed on through to the other side then the magi found himself going up on one of the surrounding ridges through an open gateway to a plateau where there was located one of the finest resort centers for magi in the entire world. This was the area known as ‘the Hill’ or ‘up on the Hill.’ Even the strongest willed muggle who attempted to follow the road found it ended at a set of locked gates marked ‘Private Road: No Trespassing.’ The road upward from the town passed by the large wooded municipal park filled with beautiful fountains and monuments that hid what lay on the other side from view.

The official name of the park was De Shay Park, in honor of the wizard who had turned the sleepy backwards little village, whose only claim to fame was as the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor, into a resort town for wealthy magi. However, the unofficial name for the park was “the Shag,” in honor of all the quick nocturnal copulations that occurred behind the trees and monuments, and between the neat rows of hedges, by young couples. It had become part of the tourist experience to visit Godric’s Hollow and get laid in the Shag. There were sometimes even older married couples that would go out on their anniversaries and relive an old memory in “the Shag.”

Once past the park and the outlying streets of smaller specialty shops that catered to magical clientele, one came to the real business district of the Hill. This is where the money flowed through the introduction of business that catered to a different clientele than the old town. Here were the places that served the pleasure seekers, the wealthy who wanted a good time. It was a favorite travel spot for young magi wanting to have fun. There were two resort hotels located here, the exclusive Black Cauldron, which traditionally preferred to serve only wealthy pureblood wizardry, but now condescended to accept anyone who had money to afford them; and the larger Wizard’s Beard which was the choice of those of more moderate means. For others on a limited budget there were the inns and boarding houses in the old town, and a commute to the Hill by bus. A few of the more wealthy and frequent patrons of the Hill had their own private villas constructed there with guesthouses that were doled out to a favored powerful few to curry political or financial favor.

In addition to the hotels, the Hill had a number of theatres, casinos, nightclubs, and a two level shopping mall with specialty shops that in recent times had superseded Diagon Alley for the patronage of the upper-class witch or wizard. Godric’s Hollow had become a strategic place in the magical world because it was frequented by the wealthy and politically powerful. The exciting nightlife available had made Godric’s Hollow a popular choice for conventions and guild meetings that brought many powerful policy makers together. Even the powerful Confederation of European Warlocks had chosen Godric’s Hollow for their annual meeting place 3 of the last 7 years.

In terms of where Ministry policy was really made, and political decisions affecting the magical population of Britain was actually determined, the Hill was considered by most to be second only to the actual Ministry building in London. Some insiders confidentially claimed it was the Ministry building that was holding second place. But there was another section of the Hill further along the borders of the park, a more secretive area that existed towards the back, where what had once been a sharply bent outcropping of rock overlooked the surrounding dark forests. It was this geologic formation that gave the area its name, the Twist. You wouldn’t find it mentioned on any of the tourist maps, none of the talking promotional posters told visitors to be sure to include a trip to the Twist in their family vacation, but everyone who came to Godric’s Hollow knew of its existence, and most had been there at least once. Over the centuries the sharp outcropping of rock had been eroded away by nature or design, and buildings and outbuildings had filled it in, most of the formation was actually gone now, but the name lived on.

The reason why the Twist was officially ignored was that that was the traditional center for the vice trade, the bordellos, the street whores, and all manner of licentious activity went on there. Many a young wizard had first lost his innocence upon his first trip “up the Hill and around the Twist.” And many a young wizard had lost his life there as well. The area was traditionally known to cater to a rougher sort of magical cliental.

The most famous, and infamous, establishment in the Twist was the bordello known as The Golden Unicorn. The Golden Unicorn was a huge sexual pleasure palace that was unique, even in the many red light districts across the magical world. The Unicorn featured the only known group of metamorphic house elves who worked as the house prostitutes. These elves could change themselves into any form the customer desired and fulfill all their sexual fantasies. On the main floor, there was a series of wizard clubs and matching witches clubs that provided sexually oriented entertainment for the adult population. Most adult wizards and witches could come here, unless they were underage or had been banned, and find a club that catered to their sexual tastes and fetishes. There were also specialty shops that catered to naughtier needs than the mall shops supplied. There was no actual direct sexual contact between the elves and customers on this level. The good stuff was upstairs.

Those who had been banned by the management couldn’t exit the entry foyer into the concourse leading to the clubs. For those misfortunates going through the inner doorway simply put them back out on the street again. Attempting to repeat the entry only caused the interloper to be ejected out onto the street in a more forceful manner. Further tries eventually resulted in the undesirable person finding himself, or herself, trapped in a stone oubliette for 24 hours, then apparated to the city limits.

A private security force handled all internal problems in the club and had apparition portals into which the offending person could be tossed. One portal went to the street, a second to an oubliette, and the third to a cell in the town jail. Passage through the third portal also marked the person as an undesirable and banned them from the Unicorn. Besides expulsion, the security forces were also known for adding their own little touches to more onerous clientele to make sure they knew that their continued patronage was not desired, but usually nothing so bad that St. Mungo’s couldn’t fix it, eventually.

The private boudoirs on the second floor of the Golden Unicorn provided personal sexual service for a more exclusive clientele. The boudoirs could be enchanted to form any situation the clients desired. Practically any sexual fantasy could be made to come true there. The third floor contained extravagant party suites that could be rented for an astronomical sum, but came with all the pleasures of the Unicorn and all the comforts of home.

Administration of Godric’s Hollow was handled by a local Town Council that answered to the Ministry, but was largely left to deal with local matters. Seats on the Town Council were greatly desired and hotly contested. A principal reason for this was that Council members were considered privileged patrons at the Golden Unicorn’s upper floors. They also collected favors and wealth from selected banned individuals by making calls to the management asking them to remove the ban. In return, the Unicorn was protected in all doings that occurred on or immediately around its property from legal interference. There was a strong force of both muggles and magi that patrolled the old town area, and magi on the Hill. Most magical folk who lived in the area lived in the surrounding streets around the town area. Area muggle families tended to live in segregated communities around the entrance to town.

Although he had no memories remaining of Godric’s Hollow, Harry was returning to his rowdy hometown. The place where he had been born and lived the first year of his life with his parents. It was the only place in his life where he had been both happy and carefree. He had packed for the trip the night before and was sharing a trunk with Tonks. After it was full, Tonks had shrunk the trunk to the size of a light shoulder bag.

A quick breakfast, goodbye to Moody, and Harry set off with Tonks on the motorbike. As they weren’t in a particular hurry, they mostly traveled the roads at the posted speed until getting clear of the city. Then they took to the air. Harry had given the motorbike to Tonks as a present as he did not particularly want it, he preferred his broom. Tonks had been overjoyed with the bike and while Harry had been training with Moody she had upgraded the enchantments on the bike.

A bedazzling hex had been employed so that if the wheels of the bike completely left the road the bike and its riders became virtually invisible. No more worrying about spying muggles seeing what they shouldn’t. She also added a Silencing spell as a noise control so that the bike could become silent if the driver desired. The added stealth made the bike much more usable to an Auror. Without the loud distracting noise, Harry found he enjoyed the bike a great deal more. He even began to regret that he had given it to Tonks.

One excellent advantage to owning a flying motorbike was the access it gave you to off road sites. After a few hours of travel, Tonks pointed to beautiful sunlit meadow in a secluded area in the hills. It appeared that to get there by regular vehicle would have been an arduous process, but the bike glided down and rolled to a stop next to a wonderful bubbling stream with no effort at all.

“Time enough for a picnic lunch, Harry?” Tonks asked.

“Sounds fine to me.”

With a wave of her wand a tablecloth appeared for them. Another wave and a plate of sandwiches and two cups appeared. When they finished their repast, another wave of her wand made it all disappear. Tonks then began to strip off her clothes.

“The sound of that stream is making me crazy for a swim, care to join me?”

“You mean just get in naked out here in the open?”

“Hell yes, there’s no one around for miles, and fuck ‘em anyway if there are.”

After a moment's hesitation, Harry stripped and joined Tonks in the water, which was only about 3 feet deep at most. It was slightly cooler than he expected, but wonderfully refreshing. For about half an hour they romped in the water splashing each other, floating downstream in the current, and then racing each other to swim back to the motorbike. Finally, Tonks got out of the water and materialized a towel to dry off. The sight of her naked body in the sunlight transfixed Harry. He stood there in the water staring at her beauty, wondering if maybe this were a dream.

Slowly she came over, took him by the hand, and led him out of the water to the motorbike. There she began to dry off Harry who had developed a slight chatter from the cool water. Looking down at his groin Harry saw that the cold had caused his balls to retract into his body and his cock had all but disappeared. Tonks followed his line of sight and gently dried his groin, then got down on her knees. Pushing Harry back so that he was resting against the bike, Tonks began kissing the head of Harry’s cock. As it began to expose more of itself to Tonks’ oral affections Tonks proceeded to give Harry what he would always consider to be the finest blowjob he had ever received in his life right there by the little babbling stream.

When Harry finally came in Tonks’ mouth he was totally spent. His legs were barely able to support him. Tonks materialized a large blanket on the ground beside them and they lay dozing in the sun for about an hour.

“I had planned on letting you drive the bike the rest of the way, but now I’m not sure if you can even ride without falling off.”

“I’m all right,” Harry said lazily. “I think I can manage to drive the bike a bit.”

After a bit more snuggling and kissing, they got dressed and Harry was showed how to operate the bike. With Tonks guiding him, Harry soon made it to the outskirts of Godric’s Hollow. Harry’s landing was a bit rougher than Tonks’ had been, but it was effective. The big motorbike and its two occupants rolled smoothly into the town of Godric’s Hollow by the main road. Parking in front of a set of stores Tonks set out to the inn across the street to obtain rooms for the night. Harry decided to have a look around at some of the souvenir shops nearby. They all seemed to have about the same type of goods, all of it of overpriced and of no value to a wizard. Looking at this, Harry began to wonder if coming to Godric’s Hollow was worth it as there seemed to be nothing here of interest here. Definitely not the wizard’s pleasure paradise he had been told to expect.

Unbeknownst to Harry, he himself had already become an object of interest. One of the local muggle police officers, Constable Reginald McCann, had observed the arrival of Harry and Tonks into town. McCann was a master at playing the Machiavellian sycophant to his wizard masters. As a servant to wizards, McCann deemed himself superior to other muggles. He looked down upon his own kind the way he knew the local wizards looked down upon him.

A natural born bully, McCann enjoyed the added power his police status gave, as well as the protection from retribution his wizard masters afforded. McCann knew that the Town Council did not want uninvited muggles wandering around. If his bullying and abusive behavior hastened their departure never to return, then so much the better.

None of the other muggles in town, even his fellow officers, respected him, or even wanted to associate with him. The only time Reggie McCann ever managed to get laid was by blackmailing a town female over some petty malfeasance she had been caught in, or, in one case, by raping an attractive young muggle girl he had arrested for supposed vagrancy. McCann had rashly assumed her to just be some girl who had wandered into town. Instead, she was the favorite muggle niece of a witch who was also a first cousin of the then Assistant Minister of Magic. When the girl’s disappearance was noticed a search of the town found her crying in a cell in the local jail.

That particular incidence had brought in the Town Council, who decided to make an example of Reggie. They enjoyed a great deal of autonomy from the Ministry, and they didn’t want to give an excuse for that arrangement to change by appearing out of control. After healing her body, the traumatic event was Obliviated from the girl’s memory, and replaced with a new memory where she had instead spent the evening participated in a trivia contest and had won a full scholarship to the University of her choice. McCann was publicly punished before an assemblage of all the town’s muggles. Stripped naked and hung by his heels in the forum of the town hall, McCann had received generous doses of the Cruciatus curse from the girl’s enraged aunt, followed by a week in an oubliette to recover. While this did not cure McCann’s natural tendencies towards cruelty, it did teach him to be more careful with choosing whom to bully.

Watching the motorcycle noisily roll into town McCann knew that the youthful riders couldn’t be wizarding folk. They had on correct muggle dress, carried themselves like muggles, and showed no brooms, owls or other wizard baggage. Lastly, no wizard would ever ride on a noisy contraption like a motorbike. McCann was thoroughly convinced in a glance that these were two muggle vagrants. Probably thieves as well. Exactly the kind of muggles the Council didn’t want roaming around town. They needed to be gotten rid of and quickly; starting with the kid who was eying the shop windows for something to steal.

As Harry looked through yet another plate glass window at the silly muggle trinkets for sale, he heard a harsh sounding voice behind him. “Hey! What are you about there! Looking for something to steal, eh.”

Harry turned to see a very smartly dressed police constable standing behind him. The nameplate on the blouse of his uniform had the name Constable R. McCann printed on it. McCann had his hand on his nightstick as though ready to use it at a moments notice.

“No, just looking,” replied Harry very matter of factly despite the insult. He wanted no trouble with the police.

“What’s your business here then if it’s not thieving?” the Constable asked. “Street begging perhaps? We have strict laws against vagrancy here, boy.”

“My business is my own. It’s still a free country isn’t it?” Harry replied, getting a bit angry at the Constable’s tone and insinuations despite Fred and George’s earlier warnings. It reminded him too much of the way his Uncle Vernon had acted towards him.

“Well maybe it is and maybe it isn’t, my lad,” McCann said while pulling the nightstick from its holder and pointing it at Harry’s chest. “I know a place we can go and discuss politics, just the two us. Cozy little room where no one will bother us. Even got a little friendship present for you, mate, put those on and get in front of me.” He tossed a set of handcuffs to Harry and motioned to the right with his nightstick.

“What am I supposed to be under arrest for? It not illegal to look!” said Harry, not sure what to do next. He couldn’t get sent to muggle jail, but he wasn't supposed to use magic on a muggle either, especially a policeman. He was trying to think of what kind of spell he could use and not coming up with anything that wouldn’t just get him in even more trouble if he used it here.

“Resisting, eh,” the now evilly smiling Constable said. “We got a special cure for that around here too.” With that, he drew back the club to strike Harry in the head. Harry was about to duck and reach for his wand when he heard a now familiar clicking sound behind him.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Tonks demanded.

“Who’s that, your Mum? You best stay out of this, poppet, or you’ll get a bit of what he’s about to receive yourself,” said the Constable turning to face her with the raised nightstick.

Tonks didn’t miss a beat; she stepped up into range and launched a hard kick into the Constable’s groin with the top of her booted foot. The contact between troll skin leather and muggle scrotum produced a loud smack, and Constable McCann was lifted into the air by the impact. When his feet came back into contact with the ground he just kept on falling until he was crumpled on the ground in the fetal position. Harry could see that he was screaming in agony, but there was no audible sound as Tonks had used a nonverbal Silencing charm to stop his screams while he was still in midair.

The look on the little chickenshit Constable’s face was one of someone who though he was dying. As it was, Harry figured he would live, but would regret having pissed off Tonks for a while to come. Harry looked down at the Constable with a grin as he was rocked back and forth on the ground with his arms crossed in front of his lower belly and groin. As he looked down, three thoughts came into Harry’s mind in rapid succession. One: that had to hurt like a motherfucker; two: I hope I never make Tonks mad enough to do that to me; and three: she just kicked a cop in the nuts, we are in trouble now.

“Tonks, that was a police officer,” Harry said. “We’ve got to get the hell out of here before we’re arrested and sent to muggle prison.”

“Relax, Harry,” she said. “This is Godric’s Hollow. All the muggles here are wizard servants. They work for us.”

Before she could continue, Harry heard two cracks as two wizards apparated on either side of them with wands drawn. “Hold it right there you two. What’s going on here?” the elder wizard asked.

Tonks held her wand straight up in a nonthreatening manner. “This muggle servant was about to assault this young wizard and myself. I found it necessary to chastise him in order to defend our persons.”

The younger wizard looked to be a little older than Tonks, and fairly handsome. He looked appreciatively at Tonks from her short punk style haircut down to the wicked looking heels of her boots in a way that made Harry jealous. He shifted his gaze down to Constable McCann, who since Harry had last looked at him had vomited all over himself. The smell of the Constable’s regurgitated lunch was pretty bad, and if Harry’s nose was correct it appeared that the constable had shit his pants too. Harry wondered if there was a spell to mask bad smells that could be used here.

“Well, Madam, may I say that when you decide to chastise a muggle you don’t mess around,” the younger wizard said with a chuckle.

“I like to get my point across,” she said with a grin. Tonks was giving him the once over and apparently liking what she was seeing in front of her.

The elder wizard spoke to the younger, “Phingarbang, get Reggie out of here. Send him to the hospital for treatment, have him cleaned up, and come back here.” Phingarbang nodded and disapparated with the Constable.

Looking at Tonks, the elder wizard said flatly “I am Arista Lugnutz, I’m the Chief Security Executive for the Godric’s Hollow Town Council. Even if Reggie was being an arsehole, which he has been from time to time with muggles, he has always been a perfect submissive to magi. So if he knew you were witch and wizard he’d have been licking your boots trying to curry favor with you. Even if he had known who you were and acted insolent, you didn’t have to hurt him that bad.”

There was a crack as Phingarbang returned laughing. “Reggie’s going to be all right they say. They also said that there might be some residual crimping of his love life for a few weeks, but I told them that was all right because Reggie didn’t have a love life.”

The older wizard did not seem amused by the jocularity. Looking directly at Tonks he said, “Now, I want to know exactly who are you and what are you doing here?”

“My name is Nymphadora Tonks. I’m escorting my young friend here.”

At the sound of her name the younger wizard showed surprise. “You were one of those who took on the Death Eaters and You-Know-Who himself in that fight in the Ministry building a year ago. You were one of Dumbledore’s people.”

“That’s right. I was also in the fight where Dumbledore was killed a few months ago, although I wasn’t in the same area where that particular event happened.”

The younger wizard bowed at the waist. “May I introduce myself Ms. Tonks? I am P. Palimony Phingarbang, Deputy Security Warden of Godric’s Hollow, at your service.”

“My pleasure, Mr. Phingarbang,” replied Tonks with a nod of the head. “It’s so very nice to meet a man in this town who doesn’t need a lesson in simple courtesy. I hope we’ll get to know each other better during our stay here.”

Phingarbang made a show of staring down at her wicked looking boots for a second or two, and looking back up at her smiled and said, “Madam, it is presently my greatest hope that I never allow my manners to regress to the point that I require your chastisement.”

The older wizard shifting his gaze to Harry. “And you are?” he asked.

“Potter, sir, Harry Potter.”

At this both wizards appeared shocked. “THE Harry Potter?”

“Yes sir,” Harry replied.

“What are you doing here?” Lugnutz bluntly asked Harry.

At this point Tonks interrupted. “Mr. Potter has just reached maturity and is here to visit the grave of his parents, and to settle the estate of his parents which has now formally passed into his hands. Also, before you ask, I am here as Mr. Potter’s security escort. If you will check with the Ministry you’ll find that I am a fully licensed PA.”

“What’s a PA?” asked Phingarbang.

“A PA is a private Auror,” replied Tonks. “With You-know-who back on the loose the personal security business is booming. Moreover, of course, I don’t think I have to explain why Mr. Potter would need a security escort in these troubled times. I think it should also be self-evident why I would like to ask you to remain quiet about Mr. Potter’s presence in Godric’s Hollow. It might attract the wrong kind of attention. I’m sure the last thing you want is You-know-who showing up here again.”

“No, we definitely don’t want anything like that happening again here,” said Lugnutz. “May I ask how long do you and Mr. Potter plan to remain in Godric’s Hollow?”

“We anticipate leaving by the end of the week. Mr. Potter has other matters to return to by then,” said Tonks. “This will give him time to see to the disposition of his parent’s estate.”

“If I may ask, what exactly is Mr. Potter’s estate in Godric’s Hollow?” asked Phingarbang.

“We are not sure of the exact nature of the holdings; there is the house in which the tragic events occurred, of course. We are also given to understand that Harry’s parents owned a plot of land near the town. Upon his parent’s deaths the estate was placed in a trust by the Ministry to be administered by Gringotts,” said Tonks. “We are now here to confer with the agents at Gringotts and make a final settlement if the land is of any value.”

Lugnutz looked at Harry and in a noncommittal way said, “Well then, welcome to Godric’s Hollow, Mr. Potter. I hope your visit will be enjoyable. Please do try to stay out of trouble. Oh, and Ms. Tonks, if any of our other muggle servants give you any trouble, please just report them to the Town Council and let us handle all the chastising from here on out.”

Tonks smiled at the two. “I’ll be most happy to accommodate you. However, I don’t think it will be necessary. I suspect news of how I handled the Constable’s insolence will quickly spread to the rest of the muggles. News travels fast in this town, or so I have been told.”

Phingarbang grinned widely as he commented back, “I thought that only applied to bad news.”

“That’s the kind of news that usually follows me around it seems,” said Tonks coyly.

The two wizards disapparated and Tonks led Harry across the street to a comfortable looking three-story inn named the Owl & Cat. Tonks had secured a two-bedroom suite there on the top floor for herself and Harry. They were shown to their rooms by the muggle servant. The suite had a central sitting room, a shared bath, a small kitchenette to the back, and identical bedrooms on either side of the sitting room. Tonks pointed to the left bedroom claiming it as hers. Harry went into the other and looked the room over. It seemed comfortable; he tried the bed and found it to be in better condition than any bed in the Black house. Tonks went around the rooms casting Cave Inimicum spells to prevent apparition into them from outside. Like any wizarding establishment, it had standard house security spells to protect its guests, but it never hurt to cast your own. Harry soon heard water running in the bathroom as Tonks took a shower. Harry lay on the bed contemplating what he would do with the rest of the afternoon Harry, then drifted off to sleep.

Harry napped for about an hour or so and awoke hungry. The restaurant in the lobby prepared a sandwich and a bowl of soup that Harry thought were really quite good. Tonks came down as Harry ate his late lunch. She had changed into more comfortable clothing, and now wore a light green cotton T-shirt (obviously with no bra underneath), brown short-shorts and brown high heel strappy sandals. It made Harry start to get an uncomfortable feeling in his pants just to see her walking across the floor. Harry noticed that the eyes of all the other men in the room followed her as her high heels clicked across the floor to Harry’s table and sat down. Then their envious eyes settled on him as she gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Well, Harry, what do you plan to do with the rest of the afternoon?” she asked.

“I wanted to see the cemetery. Maybe do a bit of shopping. Are there any other interesting sites here that people come to see?”

“The only sites of interest that I know of are up on the hill,” Tonks said.

“The sites that I’m told are up there probably aren’t good places for Harry Potter to be seen.”

“True,” mused Tonks. “Plus there is no need for You-know-who to find out you’re making the party scene here. You would just become too good a target. I’m already concerned that the Town Council has learned you’re here from those two we had to explain ourselves to earlier. I had hoped it might be a day or so before they realized who you were, particularly if we stayed mostly in town. I don’t know how deeply Voldemort has infiltrated the Hollow. He’ll definitely have eyes and ears at work here though. The area is just too damn valuable a source of information and influence to ignore”

“Is it safe for me to go out here?”

“Love, it isn’t safe for you anywhere. I reckon we can risk it for a couple of days. Just be careful, watch for anyone following you, or who seems over interested in what you’re doing. Also, don’t go out of your way to introduce yourself. Remember that you are a celebrity in the wizard world, the ‘chosen one’ and ‘boy who lived’ and all that shit. Just saying your name around here will guarantee interest in what you are doing.”

They talked casually about the Hollow while Tonks finished a green salad, then they began to walk to the east side of town where the city cemetery lay. After a few minutes of searching Harry found the graves he was looking for. The stones were quite simple and low to the ground. They contained only the names and relevant dates on them. They appeared to have never had any flowers placed on them. Harry vowed that before he left he would get some flowers for their graves.

Harry felt that he should feel more emotion than he did, but it was so very hard for him to really accept that these two simple stones were all that marked the lives of his parents. It seemed so surrealistic to be standing there. After a few minutes he looked at Tonks and she smiled in an understanding way.

“We probably shouldn’t stand out here in the open too long, Harry. Maybe we ought to see more of the sites. In fact, damn the danger, how’s about a trip up the hill?”

They walked back to the main road and Tonks raised her wand, in a few seconds a short bus arrived before them. The folding door opened and the driver greeted them cheerfully.

“Need transportation to the hill, Ma’am?”

“Yes, thank you,” replied Tonks sweetly.

Harry and Tonks boarded the bus and were carried through the muggleproof gates to the hill. Harry gawked as he saw the buildings. Up until then the largest wizarding community he had ever seen outside of Hogwarts had been Diagon Alley, and this put that compressed area of London to shame. Here were wizarding families on vacation and going about their shopping like Harry had seen muggle families do in London.

“Anyplace in particular you want to be dropped off?” the driver asked.

“The mall, please.”

A short drive ended at the crowded entrance to the mall. Taking their leave of the bus Harry just stared. He had seen muggle malls when he had went with the Dursleys shopping. Of course, he never got to buy anything then because he never had any money. Things were different now. Many of the shops in Diagon Ally had branch outlets here also. Harry walked through the main plaza looking in the windows. There were specialty clothing stores that featured sportswear licensed by all the popular Quidditch teams. There were sweet shops that featured every type of candy available. There was a wand accessory store that featured any add-on device or decorative feature to jazz-up a plain old wand. Of course, there was a broom dealership. This one offered sales and leases of brooms. Leasing being one idea that had filtered through from the muggles.

A ways on inside Harry found a bookstore and decided to prowl its isles a bit. Tonks wanted to go clothes shopping instead. Tonks figured that Harry was safe enough here so they split up and agreed to meet back at the hotel later. Harry perused the shelves and selected a book on the ownership and care of house elves that did include some imaginative disciplinary techniques. Paying for his purchase Harry passed on until he saw Fred and George’s new shop operating here under the name of Weasley’s Novelties. Entering, he saw Fred at the counter, who immediately spotted Harry and smiled.

Having enough sense to know not to call out to Harry by name, Fred put a finger to the side of his nose and gestured towards the rear. While a clerk handled the front desk, Fred came round to greet Harry.

“So you finally made it here did you?” he asked. “What do you think of the place?”

“It’s fantastic,” replied Harry. “I’ve seen anything like it. This is our first stop. Tonks went to look up some clothing stores for a new outfit. I’ve just been wandering.”

“Well, here it is partner, and possible brother-in-law to be. Oh, don’t deny it, Harry; we know how Ginny really feels about you. As for George and myself, we’d love to call you our brother.”

“Hell yes,” said George, coming to join them. “We’d be free to sponge money off you all the time that way, you know, family and all.”

Harry knew that he was joking, and that they had only taken the Triwizard tournament money from him after several offers. Besides, these two were doing all right for themselves now. Harry knew he had plenty of money in the bank that his parents had left him, but he had no clue where it had come from. Hopefully, the trip to the Goblin bank tomorrow would clear this mystery up for him.

Harry spent about a half hour talking to the twins about the business. They told him that business was good and the net worth of the business was now close to half a million pounds in muggle money terms, of which Harry was a partner in for a full third share. Harry had always been a silent partner from the start, he had doled up the start-up money as their business angel. He had told the twins to simply reinvest his share of the profits back into the business. Harry had not really thought the money would ever produce a profit, but this looked like he just might be onto something here.

“We took a belated note from what Ron and Hermione told us about Malfoy using our gadgets as escape devices. Therefore, we changed our business line to include not only joke items, but also materials that can be used as a defense against dark wizards. That’s our big sellers.”

“Tell me something,” asked Harry. “You two were nearly thick as a brick in school. How is it you can come up with all these goodies? It can’t be just you two doing all this.”

The twins looked at each other for a few seconds and finally turned to Harry. “I guess we can trust you with the truth behind our success. Gran’s been helping us bring our ideas to fruition. She’s a retired professional enchantress.”

“Of course, your Gran is Tonks great-aunt,” said Harry. “I should have figured out how you two were doing it all when Tonks told me about her.” Now the success of Weasley’s Novelties seemed more assured.

Fred looked at George and the two looked thoughtful for a few moments. Finally, the two came to the same conclusion and both nodded their heads at each other.

“Harry,” said George. “There is something even bigger in the works we want to include you in on. In fact, maybe you could help us with this.”

“Yes, Harry,” replied Fred. “We’ve always been impoverished, and we are damned tired of it. Mum and Dad are good people; there are many things they won’t do for a spot of money beyond basic survival. The two of us want a better life for our family. We’re pureblood wizards, and we are tired of being spit on by others because we are poor.”

George chimed in. “You’ve never let that bother you. You were our friend, you went in to save Ginny from Voldemort even though it wasn’t your responsibility, and you barely knew her then. You saved Ron’s life; you saved our dad’s life. You have been like a brother to us in every way but name. Of course that might change some day, maybe.”

“Oy,” Fred added, “if my little sister was here, and wanted to give you a quick piece, then I’d be happy to show you two the way to the back room, and make sure nobody disturbed you while you two was busy knocking.”

“And I’d be honored to buy you a pint afterwards,” said George.

“All right, I get it, but what’s the new line if it’s not jokes or defense against dark arts stuff?” asked Harry.

“Sexual enhancers!” said George in a hushed voice.

“Legally acceptable means for aiding the young witch and wizard in the acquiring and enjoyment of consensual sex,” added Fred. “But we know it’ll be controversial whatever we do offer.”

Harry was flabbergasted. “You lot are making love potions?”

“No, no, Harry,” said George. “These are not some bloody date rape spells. That shit will earn you snuggle time with a Dementor; these are intended to make the girls want you to do it with them.”

“Check this out, Harry,” said Fred as he showed Harry a package of chewable mints. “We plan to call it ‘Tickle Twat Mints,’ you simply chew the mint and it releases a potion on your tongue which when applied to a girl’s twat makes her go wild with desire. We’ve already had the prototypes field-tested and the results were a spectacular success according to our beta tester who swore they worked every time. Made his girlfriend cum squealing like a banshee, he said.”

Harry then noticed that Fred got a bit choked up. He looked over at George, and they both looked down at the floor. They sighed sadly.

Harry wasn’t sure what was wrong. “How do you make them work?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s simple,” said George. “Chew a mint of this and you can lick pussy like a maestro head-smith. She’ll cum so hard she’ll start screaming, you might even make them pass out if you kept going, or took two of them in your mouth at once. Comes in two versions, male and female. Figured we might as well try to get the lesbo market as well.”

“What’s the difference between the male and female versions?” asked Harry.

“The packaging and the flavor. The male mint has more of a macho looking graphics, and a heavier peppermint flavor. Helps you forget where your tongue is at the moment. Anyway, once she’s gotten off then it’s your turn. And if she won’t make recompense then she doesn’t get a return ride on the ecstasy tongue express.”

“We have another product ready called ‘Cum Creams,’” said Fred. “It’s for girls who don’t want to blow you, or have you cum in their mouths, because they say your spunk tastes bad. Just swallow a Cum Cream drop and in about half an hour your jizzm will taste like sweetened cream. They’ll love the taste of it; they’ll blow you just to swallow your load. Again, we figure we could repackage a version of the potion and sell it to the fags as well. After that, we’ll come out with a line of flavored versions. You provide your lover with a creamy cum treat in her favorite flavor.”

“Sounds like a winner of a line, what do you need me for?” asked Harry.

“Well, we didn’t do any better at potions under Snape than you did,” said George. “We heard from Ron that you found Snape’s old textbook with his secret potions and spells by accident, and that it made you into a potions whiz almost overnight. Well we only have these two products and we can’t get a contract for a shop that only sells two items. We need more product line and we need more testing.”

“So we were talking the other day about maybe you might let us borrow Snape’s book to see if there is anything in there we can use to make a new product,” said Fred. “Also we thought you might help us with some beta testing of the products we already have.”

“Plus, you’ll have access to the restricted section of the Hogwarts library as a seventh year,” said George. “You might find something there we could use.”

“We figure that the only place we could sell this would be if we arranged a boutique over in the Twist inside the Golden Unicorn. It would be expensive; we would have to pay the Goblins out the arse for permission to do business there, because they own it all. But with the right markup it’d be worth it.”

Harry talked with the twins for a while about the new product lines until it started to get dark outside. The crowd in the mall increased and the noise level with it.

“The evening crowd surge is starting, Harry, we have to get back to work,” said George. “Here are some samples of the products in plain packaging. We don’t want any of our competitors to try to make a competing product.

“Oy, Harry, you haven’t been by the Unicorn yet have you?” asked Fred. “You need to take a trip over by there before it’s too crowded. You can still get good seats in the clubs, and the shag boxes don’t have too long a queue this early. Be careful on your way over, stay in the street, and don’t be tempted into any of the other places, they cater only to the real low life’s that can get into the Unicorn anymore.”

Harry was anxious to finally get to see what everybody was talking about, so he said his goodbyes and joined the crowd on the street. If the rumors were true, it should be an interesting experience. Walking through the darkening streets Harry could see that this would be a jumping place on a weekend or a holiday; there was plenty to do here. Even though it was a weeknight, the streets were crowded with holiday makers enjoying the clubs.

As Harry approached the border into the Twist district he saw that the change from the brighter parts of the Hill. There were more police walking the streets, usually in twos. The buildings were gaudy and in the large windows he could see nearly naked women, who would flash their cunts at the young men as they walked past. Some would stop and look, prompting a barker to step out and invite them inside, with loud promises of pleasure. Some did go in, but most continued on up the street towards the large brightly lit building at the end of the street.

The Golden Unicorn looked to have at least three floors in it, but no windows. Just flat white stone walls. He guessed that was so no one could look in on the customers. Maybe they had skylights made into the angled roof. As he approached the entrance, Harry saw the logo of the beautiful Golden Unicorn on the front of the building. A crowd of mostly young wizards, interspersed with a surprising number of witches, was already making its way through the entrance doors.

Harry joined the crowd and passed into the entry foyer. Posted there was a list of the rules of conduct; no customer nudity, no touching of breasts and genitals (especially your own), no magic, no disturbances. Failure to follow the rules would result in eviction and marking as an undesirable.

Harry had no trouble passing through the entry and entering the main floor area. The music was booming and crowds of witches and wizards were meandering everywhere. The first stop on the tour was a large bar for male patrons tended by a bevy of beautiful young witches, all of whom were scantily clad. Harry stepped up and ordered a firewhiskey. The drink was served by a gorgeous blonde with a smile and a view of her extremely ample bosom.

“That’ll be three galleons, Sir,” she said in a sexy voice as she put the drink in front of him.

“Three galleons!” exclaimed Harry, that was nearly six times what they charged in the bars in Hogsmeade. “Isn’t that a little steep?”

“Not for here, Sir,” she said answered coyly, flashing her large breasts again to distract him from the fact that he was being overcharged for his drink. “We have a lot of overhead.”

Harry dug into his pocket and laid the three coins on the bar, and picked up his drink. He had figured that this would be a more expensive place than Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley, but this was ridiculous. The bar girl picked up the coins and turned to help another thirsty patron, when she stopped in mid stride and looked down at the coins, then back at Harry with a confused look on her face.

“Their genuine,” said Harry, a bit put off that she would think his money was suspect. She muttered a quick “sorry, Sir,” and walked off. Harry took his drink and headed back into main floor to check out the clubs Fred and George had told him about.

On the way there, Harry saw a line forming at the long counter along the side wall, from the sign overhead that was where you purchased a trip to the upstairs cribs. He wondered what it would be like to have sex with a morphing house elf? Could it make itself look just like Ginny, … or maybe Hermione. Harry had some cash in his pockets but nothing like what they were charging. He could have almost made a down payment on a brand-new Firebolt broomstick for that amount of gold. But the crowd was jostling and shoving to get up to the counter, apparently somebody thought it was worth it to have their sexual fantasies come true.

“You know that we accept Gringott’s cards too, don’t you?” came a seductive voice from beside him. It was an extremely attractive young blonde woman wearing a backless dress that barely covered her crotch, and sexy strappy heels. Harry felt an uncomfortable swelling begin in the crotch of his jeans, he took another swallow of his drink to steady his nerves before answering.

“My … my first time here,” he muttered feeling like an idiot in her presence, he wasn’t a virgin anymore, but he wasn’t confident in his manhood either, not when talking to someone this beautiful and sexy.

“Well, a young stud as handsome as you should definitely try the upstairs facility,” she said with a seductive smile. “In fact, I tell you what I’ll do, since this is your first time here, how about I take you to the head of the line and put in a good word for you. You just swipe your card and the fun begins.”

“I…I don’t know…,” muttered Harry, “I’m not sure I could do it with a … well…”

“A house elf?” she asked. Harry nodded.

“I’ve met some house elves and I don’t think they could look .. well … human like …”

“Like us?” she asked. Harry nodded again. This time it looked to Harry as though the girl was going to burst out laughing. “You might be surprised how human our house elves can look. Tell me something, do you favor blondes, or red heads?”

Before Harry’s amazed eyes, her hair changed color to a deep sensuous shade of red. “Or maybe you like the raven haired look in your women,” she quickly added while the red hair changed color again to jet black shoulder length tresses.

“You mean that … you’re a ….,” gawked Harry in amazement, the effect was incredible; she looked and sounded completely human.

“One of the house elves? That’s right, baby. I work here, and the invitation stands. Buy a ticket upstairs and I’ll see to you personally myself. Satisfaction guaranteed.”

Harry hesitated, still in a state of shock, when he heard a commotion breakout towards the counter. It was three young men who appeared to be wearing robes that identified them as students from Durmstang, a wizarding school in Eastern Europe that competed with Hogwarts. The three looked to already be somewhat inebriated. There was shouting by one of the trio that he wanted a room upstairs immediately for himself and his friends. Attempts by the counter attendants to quiet him seemed to only make him angrier, he yelled for the Manager.

“Catch you later, love,” said the beautiful elf as she moved towards the scene of trouble, as did several other elves who had been working the crowd trolling for reluctant customers. They were joined by several of the beefy looking security guards who Harry figured were also elves. Individuals in the crowd who seemed to sense that trouble was brewing began to leave the counter so as to not be involved.

“You need to calm down, baby,” said the elf who had been talking to Harry, as she flashed the leader of the Durmstangers a sexy smile.

“Shut it, whore,” he said to her. “The only time I want your mouth open is when I put my dick in it.” He gave her a shove away from him. That act brought the hovering security elves into it and they grabbed him from behind. The other two Durmstangers immediately drew wands from inside their robes. Screams rent the air and the flow of customers away from the scene turned into a torrent that nearly knocked Harry off his feet. From the corner of his eye, Harry saw another figure quickly approach the trouble spot. It was a woman, she was older than the elves, and Harry seemed to feel that she wasn’t an elf, for one thing she had a wand of her own in her hand.

Despite her age, she was sill a very handsome woman, with platinum blonde hair to her shoulder, and a very sexy white evening dress that went to mid thigh, and thick platform dressy sandals. Even to Harry’s untrained eye the dress, shoes, and jewelry she wore were obviously of fine quality and quite expensive. The look of determination in her eyes was one that put fear of her wrath in Harry, she was someone to trifle with.

“Expellarmis…Expellarmis,” she incanted, causing the wands of the two Durmstang students to fly from their hands leaving them disarmed. “Throw them all out of here.”

The leader of the three who had first caused the ruckus, pulled himself free of the grip of the security elves and reached inside his robes. In a flash he drew out a knife with a blade the seemed to glow with a bluish light. Harry had heard of these, it was a cursed blade, the wound it caused was nearly impossible to heal except by very powerful healing magic. Screaming ‘bitch’ at the attractive elf, he slashed her with the blade across her face. She screamed in pain and threw her hands to her bleeding face.

The Durmstanger was about to slash her again when blonde witch stepped up to him and planted the toe of her platform sandal deep into his groin. He dropped the knife and instinctive bent forward to belatedly cover his smashed manhood, only to have her knee catch his face on the way down. His nose and lips were smashed to a pulp and his scream of agony was cut off in mid note. The force of the knee flipped him into an involuntary back somersault, so that he hit the floor hard, face down, and then just lay there moaning.

The security elves recovered quickly, they grabbed the other two and pulled their arms behind their backs and hustled them towards the door. At the woman’s direction the third troublemaker was picked up from the floor, his face a bloody mess. The woman scanned the crowd looking for other potential threats. Her eyes passed over Harry and moved on, then she froze, and her gaze snapped back to bear directly on Harry. She gave a gasp, and started to step towards him, but the elves, who began calling to her as Mistress, asked what to do with the injured elf and the wizard now thrashing on the floor.

“Put him the oubliette,” she said to them, while seeming to try and keep Harry in her field of vision. “The police can pick him up in the morning and take him to St. Mungo’s, not that it’ll do him much good. Get her down to the infirmary, I know what will fix her.”

Harry was now frightened, why had she focused on him? He was just standing there, he’d had no part in it. He decided to get away from there before she took another interest in him. Moving quickly through the crowd to the other side of the great lobby he saw that there were a string of clubs with loud music coming from within. Glancing over his shoulder to check that she wasn’t following, he ducked into the first one he saw.

As he stood just inside the doorway and his eyes began to adjust to the lower light level inside he saw that the crowd consisted only of witches, and they were ogling a group of naked men dancing on the stage at the back of the club. Looking at the men on stage Harry saw that they were all hung like a horse. Their cocks were erect and had to be at least 10 inches long. The witches were all shouting and whistling and throwing money at the dancers as they danced to loud pulsating music. Harry was shocked by the sight and just froze staring at the show.

“Hey, sweetmeat,” came a call to Harry from the female attendant as she saw him standing there. “Fraid you’ve got to leave. Sign says witches only in here, the fag room is two doors down.”

Harry turned to see a voluptuous young blonde in a leather corset, and jeans tucked down into the tops of some very sexy thigh high leather boots approaching him. “I’m not a fag!” Harry said loudly to the woman over the music.

“I don’t care, sugar britches, just go somewhere else,” she said.

She then put her hand on his shoulder to turn him around and led him back out into the main lobby area he had just left. But then she looked at her hand that had been on Harry’s shoulder, and then looked back at Harry. She gasped loudly and looked at him with wide eyes. Then, to Harry’s complete amazement, she dropped to her knees before him and started muttering something about “forgive me” repeatedly. The surrounding noise was too great for Harry to pick out exactly what was said. Whatever this was it was too much for him, he had to get the hell out of this place, and quick. He started backing away from her and looking for where the closest exit doors were before this shit got really weird, but it was already too late. Several of the burly security guards who were still dealing with calming the crowd from the last encounter had seen her drop to her knees and they were closing in on Harry with fierce looks on their face.

“I didn’t do anything,” said Harry as he raised his hands and backed away towards the exit. “It’s a mistake.”

Harry’s pleas went out in vain; the first guard grabbed Harry roughly and threw him sprawling across the floor. The guard then began to move in as though to start making a serious work of fucking Harry up, but suddenly he stopped, his hands in midair reaching for Harry. The guard then looked at his hands, and then down to Harry. After a long moment’s pause while Harry wondered his fate, the big beefy guard fell to his knees.

“Oh, no, no, no!” he cried out, then buried his face in his huge hands sobbing like a child.

Harry couldn’t figure out what was happening, but he had enough sense to know it was time to get the fuck out of there while he still could. He scrambled to his feet and spotted the entry doors, they were the nearest way back to the street. As he scanned the crowd surrounding him he saw a number of the guards and attendants quickly moving towards him and muttering something he didn’t understand.

Running through the crowd, he got to the door as three beautiful women who appeared to be attendants came to the door. “Please don’t go,” one of them said. “She didn’t mean to harm you, please stay,” said another. They reached out to touch him, and then turned as one to look behind Harry.

“Mistress, Mistress,” they cried. “He’s here, he’s over here.”

Harry turned to see that the blonde ball-buster was closing in on him now, and she had the same look in her eye as she had when she ruptured that other fellow only a few moments earlier. Harry yelped in fear and ducked through the doors into the foyer, knocked over a couple of young wizards trying to enter the place on his way out. He dashed out the entrance door onto the steps leading down to the street. In his hurry to escape, Harry slipped on the upper step and fell down the remaining steps to the sidewalk. Harry yelped in pain as his elbow was torn open and began to bleed profusely, then his head hit the bottom step and left him stunned.

Harry tried shakily to get back on his feet when he felt a hard rod slide under his chin and press back against his windpipe. Another rod was placed at the back of his neck; and he was bodily lifted to a kneeling position by his neck and held there in a chokehold. Harry could just make out that they were wearing uniforms like those he had seen earlier on the Constable. Two laughing police officers had him, he was helpless to escape and the ball-busting blonde woman was now coming down the steps towards him at a faster pace.

“Decided to make some trouble tonight, did you, Sunny Jim?” said the Constable on Harry’s right. “We know what to do with you lot, don’t we, Pete?”

“That’s right, we know how to remedy your rambunctiousness, calm you down a bit,” the other constable laughed, as he stepped his foot between Harry’s legs and pulled a leg towards him. The constable on the right took his cue and did the same to Harry’s other leg, so that he was now kneeling there with legs spread and his groin unprotected.

“We have the troublemaker in custody, Miss. Desiree, and he’s ready for his medicine,” the constable shouted out jovially to the approaching woman, and then he leaned in to whisper coarsely in Harry’s ear. “Hope you wasn’t planning on having children, boy.”