Making Up For Lost Time Chapter Five

TITLE: <Making Up For Lost Time>

PART: <05> of <??>

AUTHOR: <Red Jacobson> (<red.jacobson@gmail.com>)

DISTRIBUTION: Patreon Exclusive

DISCLAIMER:<All Recognizable Characters belong to JK Rowling.  I'm borrowing Aluria from my buddy Lucifael, used with permission>  

SUMMARY: <Harry Potter was a virgin at 18 years old when he was pulled into a locked room in the Department of Mysteries. Suddenly finding himself back at the beginning of his 4th year, he has a new lease on life and a mission from the Goddess of Love and Lust>

FEEDBACK: <Yes please, it helps me write faster>

CATEGORY: <Harem>/<Just Lots of Women>

RELATIONSHIPS: <Harry>/<Cho>/<Fleur>/<Other Females including OCs>

RATING: <NC-17>

WORD COUNT: <6,017>

SPOILERS: <None, AU from Order of the Phoenix on.    Only One Horcrux, that was the diary.>

WARNINGS: <Oral, Anal, Dom/Sub, Femme-slash, Incest, Rough Sex>

AUTHORS NOTES: <Just a Plot Bunny that would not leave me alone.  For those reviewers who complain that this is not a realistic harem, guess what? You're 100 Percent Correct! This is fantasy, not reality, we are dealing with Witches and Wizards and Magical Beasts, if I wanted reality, with jealousy and angst and all that other crap, I'd write for soap operas.  I write for fun, and I really don't enjoy writing or reading Angst.  There won't be a tremendous amount of conflict in the story, so, if that is what you are interested in, I'm sorry to disappoint you.> 

AUTHORS NOTES the Second:  I have arbitrarily aged these FICTIONAL characters by one or two years to bring them in line with the age of consent, In other words, all characters who do the nasty in this story are at least 16 years of age at the time.     

Room of Requirement

Immediately after the last chapter

Hermione was torn, she really was tired and wanted very little more than to go up to her bed and savor the memories of the last hour or so.  But... all those books!  She really, really wanted to read those books!  Looking up at Harry from her position on the floor, she tried to read what he wanted.  He was her Master after all, and she had the collar to prove it!  She just wished that she could show it off to everybody, but she knew that most of them wouldn't understand how happy it made her.  She knew that Malfoy would make some comment, Harry would then have to hurt him and that would just be a bother to deal with, so, for now, it's best if her collar was just their secret.

Cho was just as tired and a little anxious to get back to the dorm so she could send for Luna, to 'distract' her from the fact she had to wait until tomorrow morning to get her answers.  She also liked the idea of a shower to clean herself off.  She was about to say something when a wicked idea occurred to her.  Putting thoughts into action, she said, “You know, Harry, I just realized something.  There is one place your slave hasn't taken you yet.  I'm thinking that you bending her over the table and tying her down before buggering her would be a lot of fun, don't you agree?”

“Oooooooh!” moaned Hermione, her tiredness forgotten at the idea of submitting to her Master in that way.   She wondered what Lavender and Parvati would think if they knew what she was doing?  They thought she was such a prude, they probably expected her to be a virgin on her wedding day.  They had no idea of what she was truly like and they probably never would.  However, if Master wanted her to, she would be glad to show them!  She was still the top of her year in classwork, and the fact that she willingly submitted to her freely chosen Master didn't change the fact that she had a brain and could use it!

Harry chuckled at Hermione's reaction to the idea and had to admit that he liked Cho's idea as well.  Of course, he had to add a twist to it, so that Cho didn't get the idea she could control his slave.  Hermione gave herself to him, after all,  not to both of them.  After concentrating for a moment, he said, "The library is through the door on the right side of the room.  You'll find some lubricant on the table, and, Cho?  I want you to get her properly lubed up and stretched by the time I get there.  You may use your fingers and tongue to get her ready.  I'll be there in a couple of minutes." 

Cho blinked, realizing instantly that she had overstepped her role and hoped he wouldn't be angry with her.  She knew she wasn't submissive to Harry, by any means, but knew enough to understand that Harry could be territorial about those he cared about.  It would take years, she told herself, before she could be as close to him as Hermione was.   Deciding to do what he required of her, she led Hermione through the door, and froze in shock!  The room she was in was easily twice the size of the Hogwarts Library and there looked to be hundreds of shelves, stacked floor to ceiling with books.  

If Hermione hadn't squeezed her hand at that moment, she probably would have forgotten her instructions.  Fortunately, the pressure on her hand snapped her back to reality.  Doing her best to look for things not consisting of books and information she found the table that Harry had been referring to.  It was easily 15 feet long and 6 feet across.  It was made of some type of dark wood and there was a leather pad all along the edge.  She saw a squeeze tube towards the center of the table, and, leading Hermione there, she smothered a grin as she saw that Harry had truly thought of everything.  Directly in front of the spot with the lubricant, there was a padded stool, wide enough for Hermione to kneel on with her legs spread.   There were also soft leather cuffs chained to the edge of the table on either side of the stool.

Helping Hermione onto the stool, she made sure that the girl was comfortable before cuffing her wrists to the table.  Kneeling behind her, Cho used her wand to clean around Hermione's rosebud and, with a slight grimace, spit in her crack and ran her tongue around the ring, loosening it slightly, drawing a pleased sigh from Hermione.  Cho then slid her fingers inside the bound girl's pussy, gathering up the juices that were welling up inside her.  Rubbing the pad of her index finger on the ring of muscle, she worked her finger inside, pulling a moan from Hermione, she soon worked a second and then a third finger inside the girls last virgin hole, stretching her out enough to use the lubricant on her fingers and spread it inside her hole.  

She had just finished when the door opened and Harry walked in, still naked, except for a towel over his shoulders.  Stopping beside Hermione, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “She's going to be punished for ordering you to do something.  You are my slave, not hers, and, unless it's a matter of life or death, or I have specifically told you to do so, you don't have to obey her orders if you don't want to!”

Straitening up, he turned to Cho, who was still kneeling on the floor in a submissive posture and stood in front of her.  Grabbing her hair, he pulled her forward until her mouth was at his cock.  "Take me in your mouth and get me nice and wet.  If I'm not wet enough, I'll be taking you up the arse without any lube!  You screwed up by telling me how to use my slave, you don't get to do that, understand?  To make sure you get the point when I get done with her arse, you are going to suck me clean again, to make sure you remember.  Now, get to work!"  

Holding her head still, he pushed his cock into her mouth and waited while she used her tongue to coat him with her saliva.  He wondered where this sudden urge to dominate Cho had come from?  It wasn't normally part of his fantasies, until he had walked... into... the...room!  'Okay, the room is still feeding me emotions from Hermione's fantasy, just have to remember that next time,' he thought, as he released Cho's hair and pulled out of her mouth.

Holding out his hand, he pulled Cho to her feet and quietly said, “Sorry about that, I just realized that the room affected me more than I thought to make Hermione's fantasy a reality.  We just have to remember to watch it next time we use the room.”

Cho nodded in relief and responded equally quietly, “I was wondering why I reacted that way as well, it's kind of out of character, but... we can discuss it later, somebody is getting anxious.”

Harry grinned and nodded, then, moving behind his bound lover, who was wriggling on the bench impatiently, and slapped her on the arse, making her gasp in surprise, as he commanded, “Hold still slave!  You are here for your Master's pleasure and I will take it when I want, not when you want!”

“Yes, Master” she responded in a meek tone of voice.

“Very good.  Now, take a deep breath and try to relax as I claim you totally.”  Stepping between her legs, he ran his cock up and down the crack before lining up with her rosebud and pressing forward.  He used his magic again and Hermione sighed in pleasure as he worked the head inside her.  She cooed as his head popped inside her and he started moving forward, burying himself fully inside her arse.

Hermione was in heaven, Harry had taken one of her deepest fantasies and had made it come true, and he seemed to read her mind, knowing what she needed, when she needed it to make her enjoy it even more!  The fantasy slave girl persona had faded away as she was being chained to the table, it was just Hermione Jane Granger loving what her lover, her Master, was doing to her!  She grunted as she felt his hips slam into her bum, and she knew that she had taken all of him inside her, filling her with a sense of accomplishment.   She started moving under him, pushing back against him as he started pumping her, pleasure shooting through her from this unexpected source.  She felt her climax building and, wanting to make Harry cum as well, started clenching her muscles, milking him.  She knew that it was working when Harry started groaning and pushed into her tighter than before, trying to bury himself further than his hips against her bum would allow.  She felt him swell within her and her insides were bathed with his seed as it burst from his cock, which was all the mental and physical stimulus it took to send her over the edge as well. 

Cho watched as her two lovers collapse on the table after they hit their simultaneous climaxes.  Knowing that they would be uncomfortable if they didn't move, she reached down and pulled Harry out, and used her wand to clean the two of them off and to release the cuffs on Hermione's wrists before enervating them.  Harry sat up, yawning, and, with a grin, pulled both of them to him for a hug.  

“I don't know about you two, but I think we can hold off the research for the night.  Why don't we grab a shower and then I can tell Hermione what else is going on.”  

The other two agreed with him and, after showering and getting dressed, they had a Dobby supplied snack.  Harry proceeded to tell Hermione exactly what had been going on and how he was able to make the changes he did.  

Hermione accepted what had happened because it made sense.  She was well aware that she had been having the fantasies about Harry since the previous year, and, therefore, it wasn't something he caused her to do.  Besides, she was happy with the way things are now and didn't see a reason to go back to what they were before. 

With a kiss between the three of them, Harry and Hermione headed back to Gryffindor Tower and Cho headed toward her dorm and her date with Luna Lovegood.

Hufflepuff Dormitory

4th Year Girls Room

Susan leaned back against her pillows, making sure they were comfortable before pulling out her writing table and her Aunt's letter.  She had received the letter at dinner that night, which wasn't that unusual.  Aunt Amelia sent her letters in the evening on occasion, usually when there was going to be something important in the next morning's Daily Prophet that would affect her at school.  This one was certainly no exception, Amelia was warning her to be very careful over the next few days because there would be several members of Slytherin House who would be very unhappy and might take a chance to get back at her through Susan.  Susan couldn't believe it when she read further and saw the list of Death Eaters who were arrested, tried and executed in the last 24 hours.  When she saw the names Malfoy, Nott, Crabbe and, Goyle, she understood her Aunt's concern.  She was surprised when she saw the names Parkinson and Greengrass there, but then she remembered that Daphne and Pansy both had uncles that were supposedly under the Imperious during the last war.  She knew that neither of the girls was close to their Uncle's, especially since Pansy suspected he was the one who had killed her father not long after she was born. 

At the end of the letter, Amelia said that there would be aurors in the school over the next few days because the affected student would be taken home the next morning to allow them to mourn and take care of family business, which always needed to happen when the family head dies. 

The rest was just a standard chatty letter, with bits of harmless gossip and questions about how her time was going.  She finished with a teasing comment about being nuzzled by Harry's stag, nearly making it sound more like a euphemism than a documented experience, and asking what that was all about.

It was the stag comment that Susan answered first in her letter, talking about the sensations that Harry's Patronus evoked in her, not going into detail about how she had to change her knickers, but enough to let her Aunt know that it was an incredible experience.  She and her Aunt were very close, but she didn't think that she needed to share that level of detail. 

With a grin, she mentioned one of the biggest surprises of the weekend, that Professor Snape had actually been smiling and, even laughed once or twice during dinner.  Practically the entire Hall was stunned when it happened.

Finishing the letter, she called for an elf and had the elf take the letter to the Owlry and send it off.  Thanking the elf, she closed and silenced her curtains and, slipping off her night robe, grabbed her wand and started it vibrating as she let herself remember the feelings of the night before.  

It was close to an hour later when she fell asleep with a contented smile on her face.

Headmaster's office

After Dinner that evening

The four Heads of House were gathered around the office, far more relaxed than they had been in several years.  They had already gone over any necessary changes in their class scheduling due to the unexpected addition of Harry to the Tri-Wizard Tournament and the fallout from Pettigrew's capture and the Death Eater arrests and trials.

Albus looked over at his Potions Master, who had grimaced when the list of the executed Death Eaters was given, and said gently, “Severus, I know that your house had been impacted the most, and, unfortunately, we all know that a couple of your students will react violently when they return to school.  We also know that both Harry and, probably, Susan Bones will be their targets, simply because of Miss Bones' Aunt being involved so heavily in the trials and executions.  So I want all of us to be alert and the first time one of them raises a wand outside of classwork, I want them stopped!

“I know that Harry is more than capable of handling himself, but if Mister Malfoy or Nott attempt to harm one of his friends, he will hurt them badly and I'd prefer not to have that happen.  Now that Voldemort is finally gone, I'd hope that we can start to heal the divisions in the school and having students cursing each other in the halls won't help us achieve that goal.”

Albus paused, and, silently hoping that they would forgive him the lie he was about to tell, because they didn't need to know about Harry time traveling, he took a deep breath, and said, “This is something that I'm ashamed I have to bring up to you, but I owe all of you an apology. Earlier today I went to see a friend who is a specialist healer, who has dealt extensively with curses that affect the mind.  It was brought forcefully to my attention that my decision making had been extremely questionable for quite some time, for example, bringing the Philosopher’s Stone into the school and hiring Gilderoy, just to use just a couple of the more glaring examples, not to mention one of the decisions I regret the most, one I made on this day several years ago, to leave Harry with those people, even though, Minerva, you told me what sort of people they were.   

“But, anyway, I went to see my friend and, after a rather unpleasant experience, he found a curse that had been placed on me over 40 years ago, in the battle that saw me sending Gellert Grindelwald to his Next Great Adventure.  I can only theorize what he was trying to accomplish with his curse, but, after reflecting on the effects of my actions, I can see they were paving the way to implement his so-called, 'Greater Good'.   To get to the point of my rather rambling apology, I will be retiring from my positions at the end of this school year in order to spend my remaining time making personal amends for the harm I have caused others over the years.”  

When he finished, the others in room sat in stunned silence before they all started talking at once.   Albus let them talk until they had all had their say, but he was firm in his decision   He needed to be the man he had always thought he was and face up to his mistakes.    

Eventually, they were all talked out and Severus made his own apology for his behavior for the past several years,  explaining that it was a necessary part of a plan to keep his credibility with the Death Eaters.  A planned formed because he was certain, as was Albus, that Voldemort had not truly been destroyed in 1981.  The fact that they could say and hear the name now was proof that he was truly gone.  He also said that they would be noticing a change in his interactions with the students now that he didn't have to coddle the inbred little shits who got stuck in Slytherin and he was hoping to bring the reputation of Slytherin House back to being something to be proud of again.

After the reactions to the second apology of the evening died down, Albus looked over at them, with a slight smirk and his twinkle at record levels, and said, “Now that we have gotten the serious portion of the meeting over, how many of you noticed the interesting byplay at the Gryffindor table during Dinner this evening?”

Severus actually chuckled, saying, "I'd imagine that most of the school did, but I doubt anybody will say anything to them.  It might be a good idea to have Poppy make sure she had some morning after potions ready, in case they didn't think to take them already.   And probably some muscle soother as well, because I would expect the three of them to have difficulty walking in the morning." 

Minerva looked perplexed, having been concentrating on the Weasley Twins antics during dinner.  “Who are you referring to?  I'm sorry to say I must have missed it.”

Albus chuckled, “It would be easier just to show you.”  Floating his pensieve out of the cabinet, he withdrew his memory of the incident in question and all five of them were sucked into it.

They emerged several minutes later, laughing hysterically.  Minerva wiped her eyes and said, “I don't think I've seen a young lady so worked up since the night that James and Lily seduced Narcissa Black during their 7th Year.   I still remember Poppy complaining about the amount of muscle soother she went through that year! It appears that Harry is getting started earlier than James did, but, I suppose the  relief of having Voldemort being gone is allowing him to enjoy being a teenager at last.”

With laughing agreement, they ended the meeting.

Beauxbaton Carriage

Fleur Delacour's Room  

The statuesque blonde sat at her desk, quill working quickly as she penned a letter to her sister back in France.

{Translated from French}

Gabrielle;

Happy 16th Birthday my darling sister! I am so sorry that I was not able to be there with you this year, but this Tournament continues to force me to be away from you, and on such an eventful anniversary, too!  

Tell me, have you had 'the Dream' yet?  I'll admit, I was a little bit frightened when I first had it, but soon I realized it is part of who we are, and, once you have had your dream and start to go through the changes all Veela do, I will have some exciting stories to tell you.  They haven't happened yet, but, I have recognized one of the faces who figured heavily in my dreams here at Hogwarts.  What an utterly ridiculous name!  It sounds like the misbegotten offspring of a swine and a toad!  Ah well, not everyone can have the advantage of being born into a civilized culture like we were, so we have to make allowances I supposed.  Now that I have gotten a smile from you, my beautiful sister, I truly do miss you and promise that I will write you more in the next day or two, but I couldn't let your birthday go unremarked, could I? 

Til we see each other again, 

With Love

Fleur

Sealing the letter inside an envelope, she called for one of the Beauxbatons school elves attending the carriage during the tournament and had her deliver the letter to Gabrielle at breakfast the next morning.  After checking over her assignments and making sure that they were finished correctly, she sat in front of her mirror and brushed her hair, knowing she was going to be occupied most of tomorrow afternoon.  'And late into the evening too, if all goes well,' she thought with a smile.

She lost herself in her nightly ritual, thinking about the faces she had seen in the first of her 'Veela Dreams'.  She had been nervous, wondering if her dreams would ever start.  At the time she felt trapped, a woman of nearly 16 in the body of a 9-year-old little girl.   It was not until just before her birthday that she had the first of her 'Veela Dreams' and woke up extremely excited to see that her body had finally started to change!   

She still remembered the dark-haired figure with brilliant green eyes from that first dream and the exquisite pleasure he had made her feel.  She was surprised when she saw him when she had arrived at the school a few days previously and realized that he was almost two years younger than she was since she was nearing her 18th birthday. The age difference didn't bother her, but she wondered how such a young boy could have learned enough to pleasure her the way she dreamed of him doing.   Those doubts faded away during Dinner tonight when she saw him and the girl she knew as Cho Chang drove another girl crazy with desire and she could literally feel the sexual satisfaction pouring off of the Chang girl.  She looked forward to experiencing it for herself the next day after the flying practice.  She was sure it wouldn't be difficult to convince the girl to take a shower in the locker room, or to get her to invite Harry to join them.    

Finished with her hair, she was relaxed enough to sleep.  She climbed into bed and, after lower the lights, soon landed in the land of Morpheus, where she was delighted to be joined by a fully grown Gabrielle.   She had not ever said anything to anyone about it when she had her dreams, but Gabrielle had featured in several of them as well.  It wasn't because Gabrielle was her sister, it was fairly common for sisters to explore their bodies when they were first maturing, but because she didn't want to make Gabrielle uncomfortable because her body hadn't changed yet.  As she and Gabrielle embraced, she fell further into her dreams and slept with a happy smile on her face.

Ravenclaw Tower

Cho's Room

Cho lay dozing, Luna's head resting on her breast, snoring lightly, a small amount of drool dripping from her mouth.  She had her arm wrapped protectively around the younger girl, still angry about the stories of bullying she had been told as they cuddled together after making love.  Luna had cried, for the first time since seeing her mother die, she said, when she talked about the way her roommates had treated her, stealing her things and forcing her out of the castle in nothing but a nightgown.  Luna told her about the night of the dementors and the terror she felt knowing that she was about to die.  

Cho just held her as she cried, letting all the poison out of her system as she cuddled her in her arms.  She couldn't understand how those 'children' could treat such a wonderful girl the way they had and was determined to make it stop.  She wracked her brain, smiling as a solution finally hit her.  It was fairly unconventional, but that didn't bother her in the slightest.  She was sure that Harry would agree when she presented the idea to him.  He already had the basis of a Harem, between herself and Hermione, and she was well aware that he was planning to offer Luna and Susan Bones a place as well, so if he could find a girl from Slytherin that he wanted, they could formalize things into a legally recognized Harem and would be entitled to a suite of rooms of their own.  

She was still thinking about what would be needed when she drifted off to sleep.

12 Grimmauld Place

Earlier that Evening

Sirius and Remus were relaxing after dinner, thanking Winky, who Sirius had bonded to the Black Family that afternoon, for the wonderful job she had done in cooking for them, which made the elf blush happily.  Sirius had cracked open a bottle of wine and they were on their first glass when he felt somebody cross over the wards.  Looking out the window, he wasn't surprised to see his cousin Narcissa coming up the walkway to the house.  He had figured that she would be coming to see him ever since Dumbledore had told him about Lucius's execution.  

He glances down at the Black ring on his hand, knowing that she would not attempt to harm him while he wore the ring, but was determined to prevent her from attacking Remus as a target of convenience if her intention was revenge and she couldn't meet it out on her intended target.  Moving to the door, he opened it and stood waiting as she walked up to him.   He looked closely at her as she approached and was surprised to see that she didn't appear to be distraught, angry or even unhappy at all.  In fact, she was practically radiating happiness and relief as she nearly skipped up to the door. 

When Narcissa got to within five feet of him, she stopped and said formally, “My Lord Black, a Daughter of the Family wishes to return.  The bond that pulled her away has been sundered and she wishes to be a Black again.”

There was only one thing he could say to that, especially if he wanted to find out what the hell was going on, so he responded formally in kind, “Daughter of the Black Family, The Black welcomes you as Narcissa Galene Black once again.  Enter the house of your family and be welcome.”   

Once she was inside, and the door closed behind her, Narcissa's carefully maintained mask cracked and she smiled widely. "Home at last!  Thank you, Sirius, you have no idea how wonderful it feels, finding out that you were innocent, and being free of that bastard all on the same day.  I just hope that he suffered before he died, he deserved it for what he did to me!”

Sirius didn't know quite how to respond to that, so he just nodded and led her into the sitting room, where she accepted a glass of wine and sat down on the couch opposite the two men.  Looking over at Sirius and Remus, and seeing how close together they were, she smirked, and said, “It's a damn shame James and Lily aren't alive, because James would owe each of us a hundred galleons!”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Sirius demanded, shocked that she figured it out so quickly.

Narcissa laughed, before growing serious again, remembering better times, "Lily and I were certain that the two of you were lovers, but James just wouldn't believe it.  We were never able to catch the two of you together at school, but we were sure it was true.   Finally, we bet James a hundred galleons each that we would never prove it.  Unfortunately, that night happened and, well, you know the rest." 

“But.  But how did you figure it out?  Sirius asked, flabbergasted.

“Well, we never actually had proof, you understand, just suspicions, when the two of you would be off together, and coming back just slightly disheveled, nothing that anybody could put a finger on, but Lils and I would notice how you would look at each other when you thought nobody was looking.  Little things like that.  But, as entertaining as your love life is, I did come here with a purpose in mind.  To put it bluntly, I want to forget I was ever forced to carry the name Malfoy, that monster did his best to destroy my life and has already warped Draco beyond repair.  I want to come home and get on with my life.  I'm not even going to pretend to miss that bastard, he got what he deserved as far as I'm concerned!”

There was never a question of Sirius rejecting her, she had always been his favorite cousin, all through school, until she came back from the Winter Holidays their last year changed, and not for the better.  Knowing how truly dark her parents were, he recognized that she had to be under a contract, but there wasn't anything he and his friends could do about it.  Narcissa would have fought them even if they had tried.  He was just glad that she was back to her old self again.  The three of them sat up drinking wine for several hours, telling stories from their school days and laughing, before they finally went to bed.

Gryffindor Tower

Harry's Room

Harry wasted no time climbing into bed, he was exhausted... happy, but exhausted after everything he had done with and to Cho and Hermione that day, and he knew that tomorrow was going to be just as busy.  He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Elsewhere

Harry opened his eyes and looked around at a vast sea of emptiness.  There was nothing but white in any direction as far as he could see.   He figured that this was the dream-scape that Aluria had told him about, so he concentrated and a chair appeared.  He sat down and waited, figuring that Aluria would find him when she was ready.   It didn't seem like any time at all had passed when he felt her presence behind him. 

“Hello, Harry.”

Harry smiled as he rose from his seat, turning, he embraced her.  “Hello my Lady, welcome to my little corner of the dreams world.”

Aluria created a chair of her own and gestured for Harry to sit.  “I told you that I would see you tonight, and I did that because I have something to tell you, it has to do with the night you got your scar.”

Harry gave an 'and?' gesture, so she continued. 

"Dumbledore was not completely correct when he said that it was your mother's protection that saved your life.  In a sense, it was both James and Lily's love for you that was the catalyst for your survival.  You see, you weren't the first Potter male to be my High Priest, far from it in fact!  There have been several over the past four or five hundred years, including your father.  You wouldn't have been told, but in their last year at Hogwarts, James and Lily made quite a splash with the women in their year.  Unfortunately, the war was getting worse at that time and many of those they were with were targeted by the Death Eaters.  The only three that survived to this point were prevented from taking you because of who their families were, but we can discuss that later.  I'm getting off track.    

"When they were told the prophecy and went into hiding, your parents asked me to protect you in the event that they didn't survive.  I agreed to do what I could and I put my protection on you, which was what caused Voldemort's curse to rebound on him, and later to protect you from Quirrell's touch in your first year.  It also kept things from being worse than it was at Petunia's.  I attempted to influence them several times over the years, but, to be blunt, she and her whale were two of the most sexless people I've ever encountered.  The only reason they even had their son was that they got drunker than usual one night celebrating the whale's promotion at work.  But I really don't like thinking about those two, so I'll move along.  One of the benefits of being my priests and priestesses, as long as you have kept your vows, is a place at my side after you leave this life.  When your time finally comes, you and your ladies will come to me and spend the rest of eternity in my corner of Paradise.   

Harry sat upright in his seat and said, “You mean that my Mum and Dad are with you?”

“They've been with me since their bodies died and, now that you have begun fulfilling your vows to me, I am able to bring you to my realm in your dreams.  That is the reason I came to you tonight.  So, if you will follow me, there are two people who have been waiting to see you again for years.”

Standing, she gestured and they were on a white sand beach with the sun overhead, the surf gently lapping around their feet and a soft breeze ruffling their hair.  Aluria pointed to a couple of figures running toward them, one with black and one with red hair, and, before he could react, they were on him, wrapping him in a hug that was bone breaking in intensity.

“Mum? Dad?”

End Chapter Five