Harry Potter thought about what he did and the ramifications of what he did. He still had the blood of the person that he put down like the rabid dog that she was on him. If he had taken great joy of what he did, that would be one thing.

There was a sick mind, a sick woman, and she intended to commit as many murders as she could to cover up her own misdeeds. It started with an act of rage, a moment where she did not get her way. Then it escalated from there.

How many more family members did she kill?

"Where was her husband in all of this?" Charlotte asked Harry and there was a moment where Harry looked at her.

"If I knew where Arthur Weasley was, I would have told you but the problem is, I don't have the slightest idea," Harry said, he was not extremely fond about that fact. Arthur was a misguided man who followed the leader. Whether it was his wife or Dumbledore, that was just the way things were. Or as Ginny said, her father didn't wear a pair of pants since the moment that he got married.

Harry would hate to have seen him meet foul play of some sort but it was obvious. The fact that Arthur had been MIA from the Ministry was another thing. Perhaps he found out and decided to skip the country. Perhaps something happened to him. There were many questions and with Percy currently locked away, Harry doubted that they would know the answers.

As for the other three Weasley brothers, they had not answered any requests to come for the Ministry. They may be distancing themselves from this crisis or maybe they were trying to get everything back in order.

"Damn, this is just a huge mess in the end," Harry said as he looked into the mirror, siphoning the blood of the woman off of his face. The blood of a vile person burned like acid. He would hate to see what his own blood felt like when he spilled it. He was not going to pretend that he was the hero in this situation.

If people were holding out for one, they would be in for a rude awakening because this world was not a place for heroes. Harry was not going to pretend to be one.

"Harry, I….wanted to see if you were holding up," Andromeda said and Harry slowly turned to face her. She could feel his power radiate off of him. "Yes, I understand….bad question."

"No, I understand that you want to know and…..well if I said that I was fine, I would be lying, I am holding the skull of one of my friends in my hands right now," Harry said as he held out the skull and Andromeda held it for her. "Give it a burial for dignity….."

"We'll find out where Percy hit the rest of her and reunite it," Andromeda said as she saw Harry strip his blood stained shirt off. She managed to keep her cool despite a bare chested Harry Potter greeting her.

"I hope you do," Harry said and honestly meant that with all of his heart.

Charlotte decided to ask the question. "So you and Miss Weasley….."

"The past," Harry said as he looked forward. What Ginny's initial motivations were regarding him, well the point was moot .All Harry knew was that Ginny didn't march to her mother's beat and that got her killed. Molly might have snapped sometime after her brothers were killed although she hid it underneath a façade of maternal love.

Sometimes, the most rotten cores were wrapped in the sweetest exterior.

"So, I have three lines that I need to inherit," Harry said as he looked over the papers. "Potter, which is obvious. Black, which Sirius made me the heir for, and Peverell….which doesn't have much in the name of assets but as a lot in the name of power. And essentially I've got the entire world by the balls."

"They could try and….." Charlotte said but Harry placed a finger on her lips to shush her.

"There is really no prison in the world that could hold me right now and they know it, all they can do is hope that I don't decide to finish what Riddle started with them," Harry said to her and Charlotte wondered if she was going to regret asking the question that she said.

"Will you?" Charlotte asked and Harry pondered this point.

"Good question," Harry admitted as he leaned back and removed his pants immediately, slowly sliding them off. It had been one of the last pairs that he inherited from his cousin, although one would almost not notice it.

Magic did wonders but there were some times where it did not work any miracles.

"Really, though, it's that fear that are keeping them in check," Harry told Charlotte and the brunette nodded, her jaw set immediately.

"I know," Charlotte said, governments were very much the same the world over. They followed who had the power and the influence and they danced around like puppets on a string.

The Ministry found a new puppet master in Harry Potter.

"So, your memories are back together and Hermione's death has been avenged and we know what happened," Harry said.

"Senseless, Hermione never should have confronted her alone," Charlotte said and Harry decided to give Charlotte the most honest assessment of the matter. He sat before her, clad in a pair of boxer shorts, his body completely bare otherwise.

"Hermione did have a lot of confidence, even at points where she shouldn't and points where it did not become her, it did not help that she was told how smart she was, she thought that she could handle Ron and Molly, but….well it was more Molly than Ron," Harry said as he sighed. "In some ways, Ron was just as much as a puppet as anyone. His only crime was not having any ambition and being a bit dense."

"He wanted my daughter because his mother told him," Charlotte said, again realizing how senseless this was.

Harry thought that Charlotte not only hit the nail on the head but she pounded the nail right in to the point where it was nearly dismantled.

Andromeda slipped out after a second and Harry looked at her but she was looking at him.

"You're a very handsome young man, Harry," Charlotte said as she looked at Harry. "You should be able to get the witch of your choice or witches."

"Well the only good thing about this world that I've noticed is the vast majority of the females are very easy on the eyes," Harry said as he looked at Charlotte. The top couple of buttons of her blouse had been unbuttoned to give Harry a little sneak peak at the visual treat that he had been offered. "But the females in the Mundane World aren't exactly eye sores either."

"Mmm, I know," Charlotte said as she traced her hand down Harry's chest suddenly and pulled back. "You know, it's been a very long time since I've been with someone. And the only time my husband touched me was to have Hermione. I think that he was more interested with having a nuclear family than actually indulging in any love. It was all about reputation for him."

"He wouldn't want to touch someone as hot as you?" Harry asked and Charlotte smiled as she leaned down, showing her cleavage to him once again. She was staring at the tent that formed in Harry's pants. "There must have been something extremely wrong with him."

"I think that there might be something very wrong with him, "Charlotte whispered as she locked eyes onto Harry and placed her hand on his abs. "But I can tell that there isn't anything wrong with you, and it's been an extremely long time for you."

Her fingers teased the waistband of Harry's pants and she smiled.

"I'm sure that there will be witches lining up around the block for you as far as the eye could see, but I think that you should get some more practice in, you know….to make sure that you give them the best ,most mind blowing experience," Charlotte whispered as she placed his length through his pants between her fingers.

Harry felt like he was on fire, the lust that he felt exploded through his loins and he grabbed Charlotte, tackling her hot body onto the bed.

Charlotte's eyes flashed open as Harry shoved his tongue deep into her mouth, pure passion rolled of his eyes. The two of them exchanged a heated kiss that kicked up a notice.

Harry reached around and cupped Charlotte's delicious looking rear as she was now on top of his, straddling him.

"I want this, and you're already ready, just relax honey, those little girls don't hold a candle to a real woman, "Charlotte said as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a black bra that showcased her amazing cleavage.

"You pretty much fucked her brains out in other words," Daphne said and she was amused and aroused at the same time as she managed to coax a detailed account of the previous night out of Harry.

"Well given her lack of coherency, I don't think that she has any brain power left," Harry said and Daphne smiled.

"And knowing someone of your power, you could go for ages longer, couldn't you?" Daphne asked and Harry smiled.

"Well, that's an interesting theory," Harry said.

"I'm sure that you'd find no shortage of volunteers that would help you put it to the test," Daphne told him, as she gave him a knowing smile. "But…..what now?"

"That's an interesting question," Harry concluded and there were many possibilities to explore in the future.

The End.