STORY TITLE: What is Best In Life?

PART: 06 of ?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: , HPFFA, Archive of Our Own, My Yahoo Group, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: Post War, a cynical Harry decides to take what he is being offered.

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Lots of Women
RELATIONSHIPS: Starts Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Draco/Astoria, becomes Harry/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 6,245
SPOILERS: Canon Through Deathly Hallows, although there was no Remus/Tonks, and Tonks survived. The rest is canon except for the Epilogue
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. There will be Weasley (Except Bill and Charlie) bashing in the story. There will also be occasional partner swapping in the story (Generally Bill/Hermione, Harry/Fleur)

AUTHORS NOTES: This is going to be a bit different from my other stories, to start with, Harry is a good bit more cynical than he usually is, and, to be blunt, more than a trifle misogynistic, at least at the beginning of the story. Also, this story starts post-war and starts with the canon pairings, and that includes Ron/Hermione. I know that is a deal breaker for a lot of readers, and I'm sorry, but the story I'm telling requires it

CASTING NOTE: Astoria is played by Jenna-Louise Coleman

Fleur is played by model Rhian Sugden

Malfoy Manor

Sunday, January 23rd, 2000

Late Afternoon

Draco sneered at the bitch's screams of pain and terror as she was mounted by the hound, seeing his mother's face and hearing her voice as she begged to be released was quite arousing. It was too bad that Narcissa had managed to leave before he was able to use his Father's secret override of the wards, the look of surprise on her face would have been entertaining. He'd even researched an enlarging charm just to express his displeasure with her, but, she couldn't hide forever.

As it was, it was going to be up to Blaise and Theo to start the process of getting the removal reversed, because he wouldn't be able to take his seat again until that was taken care of. The two of them had been properly respectful in the private meeting after he'd dismissed the others, and he'd even let them enjoy the squibs before they left. They all had names of different members of the Wizengamot to approach, and he was fairly sure that they would get the process started at the next meeting. He was well aware that it would take at least two full sessions to get the vote to go the way he wanted, but he could be patient and wait, he was used to it by now.

He was especially looking forward to seeing Tiberius Ogden groveling, willing to do anything to keep his dirty little secrets from being exposed. Really, using house elves? That was disgusting! But the man did control a decent sized block of votes, and he could be tolerant as long as the man did what he was told.

The shrieks of pain from the squib bitch had finally died down, leaving her sobbing as the dog finished within her, and he whistled, sending the dog out of the room. Turning to the other one cowering in the corner, he said, "Get her washed up and back in the pens, you'll get dinner when she's taken care of!"

The bitch had the nerve to glare at him, but he just sneered, "I've got several other dogs, even bigger than that one, do you really want to meet them?" She went pale and started crying, he just turned and walked away, slamming the dungeon door closed behind him.

Checking the time, he scowled, it was almost time to meet the Weaselette for their 'date', and he really wasn't looking forward to having to pretend sympathy. At least this time she would, hopefully, be more responsive, he already detested the girl, and to have her be a dead kneazle in the sack was almost too much to tolerate! Draco didn't understand why his Master had chosen the girl unless it was to harm Potter, but he would have enjoyed one of the other whores Potter surrounded himself with a great deal more. Hell, even the mudblood would have to have been an improvement, all mudbloods were whores anyway, she'd probably even enjoy it!

Well, there would be plenty of time to enjoy all of Potter's whores, preferably while Scarhead was still alive to watch, and know that he'd finally lost everything.

Heading up to his private chambers, he practiced schooling his face in a sympathetic expression, knowing that it would see a lot of use that night.

Shell Cottage

Sunday, January 23rd, 2000

Approximately the Same Time

Charlie looked up at his older brother, an expression of shock on his face. "What the hell happened to our family, Bill? Sure, mum was always a bit strange, but Dad letting her get away with things, and Ginny cheating on Harry with a bloody Malfoy? The damned blood feud between our families should have kept her from even tolerating being in the same room with him, let alone letting him touch her!"

Bill scowled, "I don't know, Charlie, and that's what bothers me the most. There's no way that mum should have gone along with Dumbledore's plans, not with how hard she and dad tried to get the old man to let Harry stay with us after that mess with the diary." He paced back and forth, thinking aloud, "It was only after the World Cup that she started acting differently when the Death Eaters attacked the campground. At the time I thought it was just a reaction to the attack, since she lost Uncle Fabian and Gideon to the Death Eaters, but now I'm starting to wonder. Did Dumbledore start bringing her into his plans then, since it seemed that Voldemort was starting to move again?"

Charlie shrugged helplessly, "I wasn't around by then, so I really couldn't say, but, what's the deal with Ginny not being willing to have sex with Harry? Not to be crude, but both of us caught her more than once, that summer after the diary, using the vibrating wand trick and shoving her fingers in her arse moaning his name! And mum just thought it was funny, before she ran us off."

Bill stared at him in shock, his face paling suddenly, "I remember that! I didn't until you said something, but now I remember it!" Turning to Fleur, who'd been sitting quietly, he said, "Fleur, can you check and see if I've got any memory charms or other curses on me? Since Dumbledore and the others were passing the damned things out like his lemon drops, I don't know why it didn't occur to me to check."

Fleur nodded, "Maybe because you weren't regularly around the old man or his followers after things started changing? You never had a reason to wonder if you'd forgotten anything important. Now, sit down and try to relax, this may be uncomfortable."

Charlie watched as the beautiful witch deliberately moved her wand, the colored patterns dancing over his brother's head, almost obscuring the grimace of pain on his features. Eventually, she lowered her wand and said, "I'm sure the memories you are remembering answered your question, didn't they? I think we really need to start researching for the curses to make our displeasure known to Dumbledore and Moody, but we also need to find a way to get the compulsions off your mother and Ginny. And let Harry and the others know as well! If we can free them of the compulsions it would make things a lot easier, non?"

Bill was swearing quietly, holding his head, "Oh those fuckers are going to pay! They are going to die begging for mercy, and even death won't let them escape! I was suspicious about the different way mum and Ginny were acting when we were at Order Headquarters and was snooping around. I found Snape alone with Ginny in one of the bedrooms, and he was casting something on her, I don't know what it was, but Ginny was looking physically ill at whatever he was doing to her. I tried to stop him, but then Dumbledore was there and raising his wand, the next thing I knew I was sitting in the library reading. And the worst part was Ginny was stark naked while that greasy bastard was casting his spells on her, and he was excited about it!"

Seeing the look on his brother's face, Charlie summoned the trash can from the kitchen and got it in front of Bill just in time for him to be noisily sick. Not that he blamed his brother, thinking about Snape doing anything with his baby sister made him want to be sick as well. He'd regretted being on the Reserve during the fight against Voldemort, but maybe he was luckier than he knew because he could have ended up with him memories screwed with just as easily.

Fleur was sitting beside her husband, comforting him, even though he could see she was just as upset at what he'd learned. Walking into the kitchen, he ran the faucet for a few seconds until the water was cold enough and filled a large glass. Shutting off the tap, he walked back and handed the glass to Fleur, who took it with a grateful smile, holding it up to Bill's lips.

When Bill had himself under control, he smiled his thanks to both Fleur and Charlie, before vanishing the mess in the garbage. "Yeah, that wasn't fun at all!" Looking directly at Charlie he said, "I'm going to need you to request some time off from the Reserve, Fleur and I can't tackle the family on our own."

Charlie nodded easily, "Sure, I was expecting it when I got your message last night, I'm free for at least a month, and if I need more time I just have to let the boss know."

Bill grinned, "Gonna be good having you at my back again, little brother. I think we need to contact Percy and Audrey too, he wasn't at the Burrow for the blowup, and I remember that he distanced himself from Dumbledore and the others around when the problems started. Sure, he claimed it was to protect his career, but what if there was more to it?"

"Why don't you send them an owl, asking to meet? If they agree, we can start getting answers, and if he refuses that could tell us something anyway, shouldn't it?

Bill laughed, "Damn Charlie, are you sure you weren't secretly a Ravenclaw? Thinking like that makes it hard to believe you're a bonehead Gryffindor like the rest of us!"

Charlie fired a stinging hex at his brother, who dodged out of the way, laughing, until a smirking Fleur hit both of them with a burst of cold water, calming them down.

Bill grinned, standing and pulling Fleur into a kiss, before saying, "And that's why you don't mess with my wife, she's better with her wand than either of us!"

Grabbing a towel, Charlie wiped his face dry and laughed, "I'll keep that in mind, but, now that we've gotten the silliness out of our system, do you want to contact Harry or wait until morning?"

"Probably better to wait until morning, I know that he and the girls had a lot they needed to do, getting moved into Potter Manor, plus contacting Gringotts about the Vault situation."

"Fair enough, but isn't it dinner time? I'm starving!"

Bill chuckled and Fleur hid a grin, he was always hungry, he just couldn't seem to help it. But Fleur went to the kitchen and soon there were wonderful smells wafting into the living room and Charlie's mouth started to water.

Bill grinned, "You're in for a treat, this is a recipe of Harry's that we had last night, there's enough for the three of us to enjoy it again. So, what's been happening at the Reserve lately, any new female Dragon Handler's catch your eye?"

Charlie laughed, his brother was always teasing him about the few witches that came to work on the Reserve, and he sat back, saying "Well, she's not a Handler, but she works in the office..."

They were still talking when Fleur called them to eat.

Potter Manor

Sunday, January 23rd, 2000

That Evening

Harry sat back at the table, his five ladies sitting around him, nude as always. He hadn't even said anything, they automatically stayed naked after they bathed that morning. Not that he was ever going to complain about seeing them in all their glory, it still surprised him that they wanted to be with him enough to share him, even before Jeremy's Law got involved.

Picking up the sheet of paper in front of him, he said, "Okay, we've got all your suggestions for different witches, and we can start writing them in the morning. Tonks? Are you certain that you don't have any suggestions?"

Tonks shook her head, "The only two women I'm even close to friendly enough with are Hestia, and she's involved with some Quidditch Player, and Fleur and she's with Bill, even though he's willing to share. Let's face it, my job doesn't make for close friendships, since people don't let themselves relax around me, in case they have something to hide."

"Okay, yeah, I noticed the same thing. Do you want to stay with the Department? I'm sure that there's something else you can do if you wanted."

"Nah, thanks Harry, but I've wanted to be an Auror since I was a little girl, and besides, you'll need somebody in the Department to watch your back and make sure it doesn't catch a stray spell. You're going to make a lot of enemies, you know that, don't you?"

He gave a bitter laugh, "So what else is new? I've been either loved or hated, depending on public opinion, ever since I first arrived at Hogwarts, why should that change just because we're out of school. At least this time I'm going to make enemies for something that needs to be done, not because I stumbled into another one of the old man's manipulations."

Turning to Astoria, he said, "I think we need to bring Daphne in first, she'll help us with the other girls who she was in Slytherin with, and I'm going to write Angelina, I don't like that she's having problems just because of her blood status. We fought too hard and lost too much to let that crap continue."

The others nodded their agreement, this was something they'd discussed earlier and none of them had any objections to either girl. Astoria had already drafted the note she was going to send to Daphne, and Harry was going to stop by the Stag and the Doe to talk to Katie about contacting Angelina.

Turning to Cho and Luna, he asked, "Do either of you have any memories of Padma being involved in causing you problems in the Aerie? Because if you think of any, she goes on the other list, with Marietta, Turpin, Clearwater, and Flitwick."

Luna and Cho shared a glance, and Luna spoke, "I actually remember her trying to stop some of the teasing, and I don't think she had any idea about the rest of it. Do you Cho?"

Cho shook her head, "Not that I remember, she generally kept to herself, unless she was with Su Li and Morag Macdougal."

"You've both got Su Li on your list, what about this Morag? I don't really remember her, either good or bad."

Hermione spoke up, "I think I knew Morag better than almost anybody here since we worked on a couple of Ancient Runes assignments together, and she wouldn't fit in with us, at all. There's nothing wrong with her, she's basically inoffensive, but she's about as exciting as vanilla pudding."

He chuckled, "Damned with faint praise, but what about Susan Bones? I thought, with as close as she is with Hannah, that Neville would have brought her into the Longbottom family."

It was Tonks who commented this time, "I've spoken to Susan a few times when I saw her, since she knows how much I looked up to her Aunt Amelia, and I get the feeling that Neville and Hannah are so wrapped up in each other there's no room for another person. Besides, she's got the whole Bones family continuation to worry about, and the Longbottom family never seemed to support the whole multiple marriages thing. When do you want me to approach her?"

"You can stop by and see her anytime, Tonks, but give it a couple of weeks before you invite her to dinner. By that time the word should be out about all of you, and we can see what her reaction is."

Looking around the table, he said, "Any other names to be considered?" They all kept silent, the names were already decided, it was just a matter of timing before they approached them.

When nobody said anything, Harry said, "Alright, I'm going to be resigning from the Aurors tomorrow morning and firing Doge as the Potter Proxy. Do you think Andromeda would be willing to take on the Black Proxy?"

Tonks laughed, "For bringing us back into the family? She'd probably give you a knobber in the Atrium if you wanted one! But I hope you don't, I love my mum, but she wouldn't fit in well at all. She ran dad the same way Molly runs Arthur."

Harry snorted, "No worries there, Tonks, there's only one Black sister I'd be interested in bedding, and that's mainly to ruin Draco's day. Especially if I could make sure he saw Astoria and Daphne with us, it might actually cause him to have color in his face!"

Astoria smiled widely, "Oh, yes please, Master! That would be wonderful, and Narcissa would be so much fun to play with! And Draco was always trying to get me to bring Daphne over, but I never would, it was bad enough I had to let him touch me, I couldn't do that to Daphne!"

Tonks actually looked interested at the idea of Narcissa joining them for a romp, and Hermione was practically peeing herself in excitement at the idea of messing with Draco. Cho and Luna were fairly neutral, they didn't have to deal with the prat as much as the rest of them did. He'd actually been teasing about trying to seduce Narcissa, but after seeing the girl's reaction, he had to admit it might be enjoyable.

"Well, when Narcissa returns from wherever she went, we can always invite her for dinner and see if she's interested in being the pudding course. If nothing else, she's more familiar with a lot of the families in the Wizengamot than any of us, even though my good girl has been learning, and doing a fine job of trying to teach me, when we weren't busy enjoying ourselves."

Astoria gave him a pleased smile, even if the others were smirking at the mention of enjoying each other. All of the women had been with Harry at least twice since they woke up, but Astoria was always ready for anything he was in the mood for, even rivaling Cho in her enjoyment of the restraints in the bedroom. He made a quick note to find out what it would cost, and who could do the work to build a playroom the way that Cho had described in her fantasy, he was sure that both of them would enjoy it. Hell, all the girls would enjoy it, even if Luna was more interested in the bondage than the riding crop. Hermione and Tonks weren't quite as intrigued by the idea of being tied up during sex, but were willing to give it a try to see if they liked it. He had a feeling that they would find themselves enjoying it, thanks to Jeremy's Law, but it couldn't be helped.

Turning to Tonks, he said, "This part is going to be dangerous Tonks, so be careful, but I need to find out if Kingsley's been meddling behind the scenes in the Department. He's still got enough loyalists from when he was an Auror that he could get away with it, and we need to find a way to bring him down. Just what he did to me and the others isn't enough, I want to totally destroy him, he's disgraced the badge he wore and I take that seriously!"

Tonks stared at her hands for a moment, before she looked up and said, "I'll keep my ears open, Boy Wonder, I want him taken care of as much as you do, but, he was my partner for years, I'd really like a chance to talk to him before we kill him. I need to understand why he went along with Dumbledore's plans, he had to know that they were wrong! Not just illegal, but flat out wrong and evil, how could he square that with the oaths we swore when we got our badges?" Faced with the pleading in her eyes, there was only one way that Harry could react, and he nodded sourly.

"I suppose I can understand that, if I'd discovered Ron was involved in something like this, I'd want to know why myself."

"Before we get too depressed," Hermione said, "I found a delightful curse to use on Minerva. It locks her in her cat form and traps her in a rotating sphere filled with flashing lights and high pitched noises. If she's kept in there long enough she'll claw out her own throat to get away from it! Of course, we won't keep her in there that long. Her death is going to be much more personal than that!"

"What about Flitwick, Master?" Cho asked, "He's as responsible as anybody for what happened in the Aerie, and I don't want to think about him having a chance to hurt other girls the way he hurt Luna and me."

"Actually, Flitwick is going to be the easiest of all of them, I happened to remember something from History, one of the rare times I stayed awake in Inns' class. He actually was distracted from the rebellions long enough to answer some questions about Goblin culture. Did you know that Goblins hold all children as sacred? It doesn't matter if they are a goblin, human, elf, it doesn't matter. All we need to do is get some of your memories to Ragnok and ask to be invited to the feast."

The others looked at him curiously, and he explained, "For what Flitwick did, the punishment under goblin law is for the criminal to be roasted alive and served to his victims at a ceremonial feast. I'm fairly sure I can even get us an invitation to watch him being cooked and make sure he knows we are there as the fires are lit."

The smiles on Cho and Luna's faces were absolutely terrifying, and he was glad that they weren't aimed at him!

97 Wendelin Terrace

Hogsmeade

Sunday, January 23rd, 2000

Late Evening

The Weaselette was sleeping, a smile on her face and Draco had to admit, she was actually better this time. His Master had actually made her show some enthusiasm, which was a nice change. Maybe next time she'd even be willing to use her mouth on him? She did manage to provide some interesting information before taking her clothes off, and he was careful to memorize everything about the conversation. His Master would be interested in knowing about the change in the Head of Family, and that Scarhead was actually trying to make some moves to counter his Master's plans. He was going to fail, of course, but it was fun to watch him actually react for a change!

He could care less that the mudblood was divorced from the Weasel, he never understood why the whore was with a good Pureblood, even if they were blood traitors, when she didn't deserve any more than just working in a brothel where she could service her betters. Hell, he might have been willing to toss a few knuts her way if she was good enough with her mouth!

Standing on the balcony, he sipped the glass of whiskey that his father had kept in the flat, missing the man even more than before. He had discovered the key to the flat in with all his father's other papers and had been using it fairly regularly. None of his associates were aware that he had it, and that was the way he intended to keep it. He'd actually considered taking the Weaselette here when he was plotting her seduction, but foolishly decided to keep its' existence a secret. Even now she didn't know where they were, the portkey had disoriented her enough to be sure of that.

Hearing her stirring behind him, he downed the last of his drink and turned, an eager smile on his face as he walked toward the bed. He was really looking forward to the day that his Master's plans for the stupid bitch were complete, and he could treat her the way he really wanted to. It would be extremely satisfying to introduce her to his hounds, and if she annoyed him enough, a little fresh meat would be a nice change for the dogs, wouldn't it?

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmistress's Private Quarters

Sunday, January 23rd, 2000

Late Evening

Minerva closed and locked the door to her chambers, putting up the strongest privacy wards on all the walls and windows before unlocking the door to the cupboard. As the light hit the portrait, Albus Dumbledore looked up with a smile, "Good Evening Minerva, how nice of you to visit."

"We don't have time for pleasantries you senile sodomite! Your sacred plan has gone to absolute shite in the last 48 hours! Potter has divorced the Weasley girl and taken up with the mudblood again, and he's gathering other women, including Chang and Lovegood! There's no chance of getting close to Potter and putting the compulsions back on him, now that he's the master of the elder wand."

Dumbledore looked at her calmly from the portrait, "Calm down Minerva and tell me exactly what happened. The plan can still be executed, we'll just have to make some adjustments. But I need the information to see what adjustments will be needed."

Taking a deep breath, she started reciting everything that had been reported in the Prophet, as well as Molly's rants through the floo. By the time she finished, she felt a small bit of pleasure that Albus was looking genuinely concerned. Now he knows how she'd been feeling for the last two days!

"You're absolutely certain the complaint he filed stated that she had been neglecting her duties for months? That shouldn't be possible! I specifically directed to Severus to ensure that the girl's libido was increased and he inhibitions lowered in regards to Harry. The two of them should have been getting arrested for public indecency as high as their drives were! The fact that he's gathering the other women isn't a concern, I just wanted to make sure that Miss Weasley had his first child to ensure that the Prophecy would activate."

"Well, apparently Severus failed at that just like he failed at almost everything he tried! The picture on the front page of the Prophet of her and Mister Malfoy showed a woman absolutely bored to tears with what was happening, and the only time I ever saw an expression that bored was when I looked in the mirror while you had me bending over your desk!"

The old man in the portrait scowled but didn't respond. "Have you spoken to Severus' portrait? As the current Headmistress, it would be required to answer your questions honestly."

She shook her head, "It still hasn't awakened, and honestly I don't think it ever will. It's likely that the magic of the school didn't consider him a true Headmaster since he only got the position by murdering you."

Dumbledore frowned, "That shouldn't be preventing the portrait from waking up, he isn't the first Headmaster to murder his predecessor, after all. Phineas Nigellus Black poisoned Alphard Lockhart if you remember, and his portrait woke up as soon as Phineas died."

"Well then, what do you suggest? That Severus is still alive somehow? I hardly think it's likely, considering that Potter reported being there when the man died."

"But what happened to the body? Did you see it yourself, or just find it missing after the battle?"

"What kind of a fool do you take me for, Dumbledore? I saw the body go to the fire myself, in the same pyre with all the other Death Eaters. After what he did during the year he was in charge, I wasn't going to allow him an honorable burial!"

"Now, Minerva..." The old man began, but she cut him off,

"Don't you 'Now, Minerva' me, you stinking sodomite! If you knew how many nubile young witches he destroyed with his perversions, witches that could have been properly trained in the Ancient Mysteries, you'd understand why I had to hide a laugh when I lit the flames. He's dead, and I drink a toast to his eternal suffering every night before I go to bed. But that's as may be, do you have any suggestions on how to get your sacred plan back on the proper track?"

"As much as it pains me to consider it, it is possible that Severus deliberately misunderstood my instructions, his hatred of Mister Potter was such a driving force for the man. It might be necessary to visit the young woman, or, even better, invite her to come to the school, Yolanda is looking to retire as flying instructor fairly soon, isn't she? If memory serves young Ginevra did enjoy flying a great deal."

Minerva nodded, "Aye, that she did, and it's a reasonable enough idea that she shouldn't be suspicious of the invitation. I'll let it go for a few weeks until the papers find another story to chase, and contact her then."

"Do as you think best, Minerva, my time is running out, for now, contact me again next week and let me know if you learn anything else." With that, the old man slumped down in his seat, dozing again.

Minerva closed the cabinet and locked it again, still amazed that Albus had managed to create a portrait that tapped his true memories and personality, not just the approximation that the other portraits achieved. It was unfortunate that it was only usable for a short period each time, but without the Resurrection Stone, he couldn't stay any longer. She wondered if Potter still had control of the Stone? He'd supposedly had control of all three of the Hallows at the Final Battle, but nobody knew what happened to the Stone after Voldemort's death.

Dropping the extra privacy charms, she poured herself three fingers of Scotch and lifted it in the direction of the silent portrait of Severus Snape, and said "Here's to your eternal torment you greasy bastard, I really hope you are getting buggered by Dementors for the rest of your existence, all the girls you ruined!" Tossing back the liquor, she sighed in satisfaction as it warmed her on the way down. Turning away from the portrait she dimmed the lights and climbed into bed. Her last thoughts before sleep overtook her was of the girls that the bastard had defiled with his filthy rutting.

She also regretted the loss of Miss Granger to Potter's unnatural desires, but there was nothing to be done about it, she'd made her choice. A foolish one, but she'd made it anyway, it was just too bad, she could have been great!

Still musing, she fell into a restless sleep, dreaming of watching Severus's body as the others were piled on top of him, and the smoke and flash as the fires were lit. But in her dreams, he wasn't dead, and his badly burned corpse climbed off the pyre and started shambling toward her, his filthy appendage sticking out of his robes and pointing at her...

She screamed in her dreams, trying to get away, until fortunately the dream shifted and she found herself back on the island with her sisters, dancing nude in the moonlight as their latest daughters watched from the circle, waiting eagerly to be claimed and taught the pleasures of the Deeper Mysteries.

In her sleep, Minerva smiled.

Unknown Location

The Same Time

Severus scowled as he read the transcript of the conversation between Minerva and Albus' portrait. He hadn't expected the two of them to discuss why his portrait hadn't awakened. It wouldn't do at all for Minerva to start suspecting that he'd actually survived. Granted, it was a close run thing, and if he hadn't been able to activate the emergency portkey he actually would have died that day, but he was a Slytherin, and that meant being prepared for as much as possible. It didn't surprise him that Minerva hated him, he had nothing but contempt for her, after all.

Where she got these delusions that her perversions were somehow a sign of purity and that she was honoring the girls who were forced to use their mouths on her, he didn't know, and truthfully he didn't much care. He was well aware that his use of the girls in his house would be frowned on if the parents discovered them, but they needed to learn their proper role in life, and starting that training on their knees in front of him would do them good in the future.

It was a shame that some of the girls, like the Greengrass sisters, were untouchable because of their families because he'd greatly enjoyed watching them in the showers. He was greatly looking forward to having Potter at his mercy, making him watch as he used all the women he'd gathered, and even letting him know what he had his Aunt doing on a regular basis. Once the miserable brat was truly broken, then and only then would he grant him the mercy of death.

He smiled thinking of Potter's reaction when he learned of the degradations Petunia willingly performed, and knowing that he would have his beloved mudblood doing exactly the same things after Potter died would be delicious!

But there was quite a bit that needed to be done before he got to enjoy Potter's anguish, warping the Weasley girl's desires was only the first step in a long road. Granted, it was a very pleasant first step, he just wished that the magic hadn't required that the girl remain untouched for it to work properly. He would have really enjoyed training her, the girl looked close enough to Lily that it wouldn't take much of a glamour to make the resemblance exact. He still couldn't believe that Lily had actually allowed the mutt and the wolf to touch her, Potter was bad enough, but it had disgusted him watching her willingly having sex with the three of them at once.

Pushing the memory aside, he opened up Weasley's journal, to see if she had written anything in the private section. The girl had no idea that he was able to read everything she wrote, whether she was trying to contact him or not. He scanned the pages and laughed at her description of Draco's bedroom skills. Even with her libido locked down, she was still disappointed in his minuscule equipment and lack of stamina, comparing him unfavorably with her memories of Potter.

Rereading the entry, he frowned at the changed tone in her memories of Potter. In the past, she had evidenced a great deal of disgust at what she called his perversions, but the words she used now were softer, less angry than they had been. Was this a result of his adjusting the compulsions? That would be something to pay attention to, if the adjustments changed too much, she might start questioning why she found Potter's desires so objectionable, and that couldn't be permitted! Too much was riding on her staying estranged from the brat, Albus' prophecy be damned!

There was nothing else of interest in her ramblings, and he set the book aside, thinking about his next directive to Draco. The boy was an absolute idiot, but he was still a useful idiot, as long as he continued to play his part. When the time came, he would allow Potter to kill the boy before revealing himself. He might even let Draco recognize him before he died, realizing that his beloved Master was actually permanently dead, and he'd been taking orders from a man he'd not so secretly despised his entire life!

Opening Draco's journal, he began to write...

End Chapter Six

Sorry for the lack of lemons, but the chapter didn't seem to require them. See you next time!