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Harry cried as he lay in bed as his mind mercilessly relived the mistakes that led to Sirius's death. He flinched as he felt the bruise that his Uncle had given him a week ago. It had swollen but had since shrunk. Harry had wrote to the Order every three days but never got a reply back. Not even the letter about the assault that he had endured at the hands of his Uncle a week ago had brought a response. He had written to his friends about the terrible lump in his chest and the guilt he felt over Sirius's death but, just like last year, he didn't receive any response from Ron and Hermione. Harry felt both utterly betrayed and pathetic for being stupid enough to be fooled by them twice. He ruminated upon all of his years in Hogwarts and his life experiences outside of it.

Morality is bullshit, concluded Harry, as he thought over his life, What was that shit that Dumbledore spewed about my secret power being love? Love brought me nothing but pain and betrayal! Love doesn't stop death from taking people I care about, love wasn't able to save Sirius, or my parents. Love couldn't save a friend like Cedric from being murdered. Love has done shit for me!

Harry's eyebrows furrowed as his eyes narrowed. He glared at the bedroom ceiling as his tears continued to fall down his cheeks.

Meanwhile psychopaths like Voldemort can kill and do whatever they want, bringing his return to the public light hasn't done shit, and the Ministry only pretends to be doing something! thought Harry as his teeth clenched and his fingers balled into fists. He thought about the history that he had read on the Death Eaters when he had tried to gain more information in the library before the end of term. Death Eaters like the Malfoys, the Muclibers, Crabbes, Goyles, can go on and rape and murder muggles, the survivors and their relatives get oblivated, and the rich Purebloods can cheat the system because of traditional laws regarding Pureblood families! The entire system is corrupt! The bad guys can go rape, murder, and torture and the good guys continue to get hated on by the general public and the Ministry. If I continue to play the part of the good guy, I'll end-up with a tombstone to my name and the prophecy makes that conclusion unavoidable at this rate . . . I can't keep going on like this . . .

Harry raised himself to a sitting position and hissed as he tenderly touched the bruise. He felt a sharp pain in his chest as thoughts of violently hurting Vernon, Dudley, and even his so-called friends flashed in his mind. Don't I deserve some happiness? I get thrown around, used by people, and punished for trying to be a good person constantly. I was wrong to hope for better in the magical world, they're just as stupid and corrupt as the Muggle world. Vernon assaulted me, beat me when I was a kid, and his son was encouraged to chase me around and beat me for years and they never faced repercussions for their actions. Umbridge never faced any repercussions for torturing me with her stupid quill, the Ministry can slander me with impunity, and Voldemort and his followers never face-up to their crimes or ever get kissed by Dementors while I have to go through a trial for just defending myself from the government's own corrupt lapdog! My friends belittle my problems, Dumbledore only helps out when it's convenient for him and so he can use me for whatever plans he has regarding the Prophecy, and I constantly have to risk my life and get nothing in return. What the fuck is the point?! I'm going to end-up dead, there is no way I'm going to be able to beat Voldemort, and I'll probably be tortured before I'm murdered by him and his followers. Sirius was the only one to genuinely care about me and now he's dead and Pettigrew is still alive while serving his precious Master.

His shoulders sagged, his posture slouched, and Harry glared angrily at the wall. From now on, I do what I have to so that I survive, I make myself happy, and from now on screw the consequences of whatever horrible shit that I do. Morality doesn't matter. Forcing people to bend to your whims to get what you can out of life is all that matters. Just like how Dumbledore, Voldemort, and the rich purebloods bully whoever they want to achieve their aims.

Harry's eyes briefly flickered red before reverting back to green as he looked down at the letter and the quill that had come with it. The goblins had sent him a missive about special arrangements regarding a peculiar circumstance in Sirius's Will readings. The quill was a portkey that would activate within the hour. Two days ago, when the contents had arrived, Harry had pondered what it could mean and hoped it wasn't some nefarious trap. He refused to seek Dumbledore or the Order's help from now on so he had to be extra cautious. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and took hold of the portkey to whisk him away.

"Thank you for meeting us, ," said the Goblin who had introduced himself as Gringotts Chief Manager, Gritpuk, as he surveyed the stacks of paperwork. Harry shifted in his seat as he saw the stacks. "I apologize for the delay . . . it took us awhile to straighten everything out. I'm afraid that I must share some dire news that needs to be brought to your attention. If not for a very antiquated stipulation that was only partially related to your Godfather's Will, we would never have been able to intervene. Fortunately for the both of us, your Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, didn't plan for such a messy issue and as a result, he was unable to interfere and have your Godfather's will burned like he ordered us too."

"What does Dumbled-" Harry stopped and his eyes widened as he processed the rest of Gritpuk's words. "Wait, what?! What do you mean?"

Gritpuk sighed and rubbed his temples before gazing at Harry eye level and frowning. "First, some information must be made clear to you. Up until two weeks ago, Albus Dumbledore held your family's Seat, monies, and political influence in the Wizengamot. You probably didn't know this, but the Wizengamot assumed that you knew of his full access to the Potter estate, holdings, and bank as a result of representing you during your trial last year. It is a basic, implicit assumption within the Wizarding World but you had no knowledge of it."

Harry was about to speak but stopped at Gritpuk's next words. "When he gained a hold of House Potter's power and influence, the first thing he did was have your Parents Wills burned and made ineligible for legal processing so that he could send you to the Dursley family without interference."

Images of himself inflicting violence upon Dumbledore flooded Harry's mind, his mind began to imagine it was Dumbledore and not Bellatrix that he had used the cruciatus curse upon in the Ministry of Magic. He gritted his teeth as Gritpuk continued to elaborate on all the ways that Dumbledore had hurt him.

"I'm sorry to say that . . . he has used up all of the Potter funds and sold off all of the ancestral possessions from Potter Manor to fund his rebel army, the Order of the Phoenix, to pay its members and to use his authority as Chief Warlock to pay off the reparations incurred from the last war against Voldemort. The Ministry allowed it, despite the unlawfulness of the deed, because it wouldn't have to pay the costs of the war or go into debt. The family you're close too, the Weasleys, I'll bet they never informed you that they each got 30,000 galleons a piece from being part of Dumbledore's Order and possibly more. The small content that he arranged for you, which you were led to believe was from your parents, is a paltry sum compared to the amount of money that has vanished from the Potter Vault. I'm afraid that it is all gone and nothing can be done because of his former status as overseer of the account and his status as Chief Warlock. Now, what allowed us to finally wrestle control from him was the fact he tried to have your Godfather's Will burned. He eventually discovered that he was going to try to sell you some poppycock story about how he required the Black Estate of 12 Grimmauld Place and a preposterous story of how Bellatrix Lestrange was set to gain the inheritance if you refused the terms that he would only briefly mention to you."

Harry tried to keep his temper in check as he heard Gritpuk's elaboration on Dumbledore's deeds. He tried to distract himself by participating on the less enraging aspects of the Chief Manager's revelations.

"Do you mean that she couldn't inherit it because she's a convicted murderer?" asked Harry trying to take more deep breaths. He gritted his teeth upon realizing that it wasn't tempering his growing frustration and hate for Dumbledore with the addition of the Weasleys for their part.

"No, it is because she is a woman and therefore has no right to any inheritance unlike first-born male heirs." replied Gritpuk, Harry's eyes widened and he gaped at what he heard. Gritpuk sighed. "I suppose your response shouldn't come as a surprise. Dumbledore succeeded in hiding your birthright from you and destroyed your family finances without you knowing. It shows just how conniving he is . . . well, Mr. Potter, the Wizarding World's culture is much more . . . antiquated compared to Muggle culture. You've seen this superficially with the lack of muggle technology, but muggle-borns and muggle-raised such as yourself have a difficult time adjusting to the realities of the magical community of Britain once they're outside the social comforts and safety of the school. Women aren't treated the same as men in the British magical world, they have no rights of inheritance, no rights to divorce once married, should they be part of one of the wealthy Pureblood Houses - particularly the Noble Pureblood Houses - then they have no rights to speak without their lord husband's permission. You may have seen behavior to such an extent from the more Noble families."

Harry recalled the one time that he had the opportunity to meet Malfoy's mother at the Quidditch cup and realized that she had probably been kept from interacting under her husband's orders.

"To be blunt, it would be more accurate to say that women of Magical Britain are property owned by their fathers and sent off to become property of their husbands. To understand the extent of this difference . . . unlike in Muggle Courts, there is no punishment for a man who rapes his wife. The wife has no legal means of protection like in the Muggle world because they're not allowed to own property, file a lawsuit without their husband or father's explicit permission, and there is no crime in a husband raping a wife. This causes a host of problems because it is technically legal to rape a woman and then have her married so that she cannot file a lawsuit against her rapist, much like what happened in 1800s Britain. It is a crime in Hogwarts because they're still, legally speaking, considered children, but it is not punishable should the woman be effectively wed before any trial. It isn't a prevalent problem, but this problem does exist in the magical community of Britain and British related lands within Magical British jurisdiction."

Harry slouched in his seat as he absorbed all of the information being told to him. I can't believe this . . . how was I out of the loop for so long?

"Moving on, it would seem that you regained custody of the House Elf that your parents gave you. Fine work, Mr. Potter and at such a young age," said Gritpuk, Harry furrowed his brows. "Ah, you were unaware? The House Elf known as Dobby was sold to the Malfoys by Dumbledore as he sold off your Estate's belongings, your ancestral books along with the weapons and mantle awards are gone. Did you never wonder just why that House Elf was an enthusiastic fan of yours? He was, and remains, your property bestowed as a caretaker by your parents and instructed by your parents to protect you by any means necessary from those who would wish to harm you."

Harry's eyes widened in wonder. A lot of weird shit in my life is beginning to make a lot more sense . . .

"Now, regarding the matter of your Estates and holdings. Once Dumbledore's plan backfired, we asserted our emergency powers and gained control of the Potter and Black properties. We had finally managed to take back control due to a legal technicality which we will get into later, we were able to conduct an audit of your finances and look through all of the legal documentation regarding your care and holdings. As a result, we learned of that . . . prophecy regarding you and the Dark Lord. This was a cause for deep concern for Goblin folk because of just how unprecedented the level of looting and lawlessness was allowed upon your account. We were able to file a lawsuit with the Ministry over this issue and were able to extract copies of all dealings concerning you. Needless to say, the level of wrath laid upon a young boy caught us by surprise, the Ministry essentially acted with impunity without ever informing you of your rights thanks to Dumbledore never teaching you anything about Magical Law. We had our solicitors go into a detailed investigation of such occurrences and you may be happy to know that both Minister Fudge and Dolores Umbridge have henceforth been sacked from their positions and executed after receiving a fair trial for crimes against humanity. The Hogwarts School Board has also reimbursed you and dozens of other students your tuition for last year's schooling to shield itself from lawsuits pertaining to the erstwhile Secretary's use of a banned torture device on school children."

Harry's mouth hung agape as he felt a fluttering in his chest. "What banned torture device? Do you mean the blood quill?"

Gritpuk nodded. "That device was banned since the era of the Hogwarts founders and Rurik the Great. It is one of the most ancient of torture devices and primarily used for theft of Gringotts safe through access of households typically warded through blood wards. Dumbledore got passed the Potter Estate blood wards through a legal grey area summoning blood wards in your Aunt's home. Dolores Umbridge had the audacity, and the arrogance, to assume such laws wouldn't apply to her and used blood quills on you and several other prominent Gryffindor children. This has caused a massive outrage throughout the Wizarding world. They were both kissed by Dementors after the trial. We were able to use our sources in the Daily Prophet to publicize how your account holdings were looted and how you endured the most torture. Through the DMLE's independent investigation, they discovered that Umbridge had sent Dementors to your home and that caused another media frenzy, due to the scandal, the Auror department and DMLE had to charge both of them with allegations of being closet Death Eaters and a conspiracy to murder you and had them kissed to avoid causing further panic."

Harry's lips twitched upward. So a white lie finally brought justice to them. Good, they deserve it for what they did to me.

"We secured all of the blood from the quills and sheets she put them on and tested them to be sure they fell in line. We had extra samples of yours and testing your blood led to some odd variations, we had initially assumed that she had tampered with them due to the obvious vendetta against you, but then we decided to try the ancestral test on the blood that we secured. We had to consider the prophecy's interference with your holdings. Our findings came as quite a shock to us. Here is a full list of holdings and rings signifying Lordship, should you choose to take them."

Harry took the parchment handed to him as Gritpuk deposited the rings on his side of the oak table. He read through the contents of the paper and gasped aloud.

"Unbelievable . . ." whispered Harry.

The paper had found his lineage extended all the way to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell, Potter, and Slytherin. He was Heir Presumptive to all of them and the Black Lordship, which only required him to wear the rings. Moreover, all the gold lost in the Potter vault was reimbursed by the Lestrange vault's gold. Nearly all the gold in the vault was transferred to him. "How did I get the Lestrange assets?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange killing the former Lord Black, who, since he had never been formally placed on trial, still gained the status upon his brother's passing because he was the last of the Male Black line despite being passed over for Lordship. Killing a Lord is already a heinous crime, killing the last of the male bloodline is the most heinous of crimes in Magical Britain. Should you choose to take-up the Lordship, you may strip Bellatrix of her magic and perform any punishment that you see fit. There will be no consequences as she was deemed Black family property and has killed it's last male lord. Now, without further adieu, here is a pensieve that should help bridge the gap on the basics and intermediary information regarding holding a Lordship of an Ancient and Noble House. It will further explain your unique position in the Wizengamot and other necessary details that you'll need to know."

Gritpuk placed the penseive on the table. Harry took hold of the rings and after reading the parchment thoroughly once more, he put each of them on. Harry took a quick deep breath and entered the penseive.

"Thank you all for coming," said Gritpuk, as he and Harry walked in. Harry sat on the cushioned loveseat opposite of the three-person couch of the other three occupants. Harry did a double-take as he saw Bellatrix Lestrange seated next to a man in a muggle business suit and . . .

"Harry?! Wotcher Harry," said Tonks, snapping to attention after she seemed to have been zoned out and aloof. "what are you doing here? Does the Order know that you're here? Did you get Dumbledore's permission before coming here?"

Harry paused and stared at Tonks's anxious expression with a neutral one. He counted to ten before speaking. "Isn't it obvious?"

Tonks chuckled in response. "Right, of course. What a stupid question. Of course Dumbledore must have approved you stepping out of your Aunt and Uncle's home to come here."

"Good afternoon," said Bellatrix, Harry turned to gaze at her and the muggle. "I'm Andromeda Tonks and this is my husband, Ted. You've met our daughter, Nymphadora, of course."

Harry blinked a couple of times before chuckling. Silly me, It's probably because I've been so stressed and anxiety ridden. "Ah, it's nice to meet you. I'm Harry."

"Well met." said Ted.

"Thank you all for coming," said Gritpuk, bringing everyone's attention to him. "I'm here to inform you of a . . . unique stipulation in relation to the Black family estate. It would seem that Lady Andromeda Tonks failed in her specified duties in fulfilling her role for the Black family by not marrying Evans Rosier and instead leaving the family while remaining in a disowned status."

"And I'm proud of it too," said Andromeda scowling, "pureblood society treats women like breeding cattle. Evans Rosier was known for his sadistic tendencies, which he continued to get away with throughout school due to his family connections. There is no way I would have married him. The Wizarding world is far too backwards and I prefer to ignore the depraved culture for the more modern sensibilities of muggle culture. It's precisely why I limit my interactions with the magical world."

"Yes, well, it would seem that you incurred the wrath of your Uncle, Sirius and Regulus Black's father, as he and your father wrote a magically binding contract using whatever samples they could find of your DNA. The stipulations of which are dire. This contract remained inactive because Lordship didn't immediately pass to Sirius Black. There was a clause stipulating that the next Lord Black could dismiss the contract, but that became muddled because Sirius Black was never convicted of any of his accused crimes and Regulus Black, who briefly took over Lordship, died. The Black Lordship became entangled via Old Magic because both brothers were recognized as Lord Black for a time. Sirius Black, when he lived, couldn't act in his full capacity as Lord Black and couldn't interfere even if he had known. There was a 50-50 chance this unique contract could have remained inactive. Had it been so, then Albus Dumbledore would have gained his wish and influenced the proceedings of Sirius Black's Will. However, the contract became active and allowed us to act on our emergency powers. Thanks to this contract, but regretfully, there is nothing that we can do about the contents." said Gritpuk before exhaling heavily. "Mrs. Andromeda Tonks, as punishment for breaking the law by fleeing from your family and disobeying the family rules of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, and to set forth a clear precedent for future family members and potentially for other rebellious Noble family members should this information become public, your first-born daughter is hereby stripped of her rights as a citizen of Magical Britain and henceforth magically bound to serve as the property of the next Lord Black for damages incurred by shaming the House of Black by marrying a Muggle born. She is now property, as befits her status, and all of her rights and obligations shall be determined by the next Lord Black's discretion on what her duties and privileges are. Should the firstborn female child refuse the orders of Lord Black then she shall be inflicted with whatever punishment Lord Black orders for her to do. Her magic and her life are the sole privilege of Lord Black to do with as he sees fit."

There was a stunned silence after the pronouncement. Another Goblin came in with two sets of goblets and two wine flasks. Gritpuk took advantage of the stunned silence. "As for the punishment of Andromeda Tonks and her Muggle born Husband. You have the choice of either drinking the blue wine elixir to remove any memories of this event ever happening so that you will slowly have this memory resurface in the future when attempting to interact with your daughter or you may drink the green wine elixer and forget that you ever had a daughter. The green wine elixir will permanently cut your ties with the Black family and your firstborn daughter, thus you will be free from being required to remedy any further damages for the shame that you've brought to House Black."

Nymphadora Tonks openly wept and Harry stared stunned as both Tonks's parents chose the green liquid to drink while keeping eye contact away from their only daughter.

The duo had apparated into the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place. The Goblins had informed Kreacher of Harry's new status and the impending arrival. Kreacher was at Privet Drive to clear out Harry's belongings and place it safely in Grimmauld Place's library until Harry gave him further instructions.

"Alright, we shouldn't panic . . ." said Tonks, "Sirius messed-up but it's not entirely his fault . . ."

"What?!" said Harry, scowling at her. "What do you mean that he messed-up?"

"Harry, look," said Tonks, folding her arms and scowling at him. "this is a serious matter - ugh - obviously no pun intended! This contract has made me a slave and we need to fix this immediately before it becomes out of hand. Fucking backwards laws. Alright, let's go to Dumbledore, he'll know how to fix this situation."

Harry scowled. Dumbledore again . . . always meddling in my fucking life! I've had it! Now that I've gained Lordship, I'll make my own decisions! Fuck Dumbledore and fuck the Order. I'm taking back my life.

"No, that won't be happening," said Harry, continuing his scowling. Tonks narrowed her eyes at him. "You won't be asking for Dumbledore's help or anyone else in the Order."

"Harry, what the fuck has gotten into you?!" shouted Tonks, stepping closer to him and shoving his shoulder roughly. "Wotcher kiddo, do you intend to keep me your slave? Are you being serious right now because this better not be some sick prank! Don't you dare go treating me like property because of this shit, Harry! I expected better from you, I even liked you a little, but what the fuck do you think you're -!"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY!" shouted Harry, Tonks froze and her eyes widened in incredulity. Harry couldn't help but grin as he thought of what he could do with his newfound power over Tonks. "Go to the bedroom, the master bedroom, I'm going to teach you some manners."

Tonks's lips twitched. "Sure, Harry."

She apparated. Harry stared at the empty space in stunned silence and realized his mistake. He quickly ran up the stairs to the Master bedroom. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Harry barged into the Master bedroom and saw Tonks trip and fall on her bum. He couldn't help but smirk.

"Stop! You will take no more independent action unless I've given you the authorization!" said Harry quickly in the room. Tonks's eyes widened and she gaped at him. Her visage slowly shifted as she clenched her teeth and glared at him. "You also cannot act on any behavior that could harm me socially, financially, or would in any way reduce my power and privilege."

"What the fuck?! Do you really intend to make me your sex toy?! What the hell, you sick fuck! I was completely wrong about you! You're nothing like Sirius, or your parents from what Remus tells me. You are just some degenerate scum of the-!"

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid ass bitch!" shouted Harry, "and give me your wand! You're not allowed to use it unless I authorize you to use magic."

"Ahhh . . ." said Tonks as she began to hiss in pain. She got up and began walking over to Harry. She handed Harry her wand and Harry pocketed it. Tonks shook her head as she gave him a loathsome look. Her eyes blazing with malice.

"Alright, now that I have all of that secured," said Harry beginning to grin as he appraised Tonks. "I want to see what you really look like. So, come on, show me."

Tears began to trickle down Tonks's eyes as she metamorphed back into her original form. Harry stared at the grey eyes, lengthy jet-black hair, and creamy complexion. He reflexively scowled. "So, you look a lot like the younger version of that psychotic bitch."

Tonks looked at the floor as tears streaked down her cheeks. She didn't respond to his reference of Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry licked his lips as he felt a twitch in his nether regions. He imagined what it would be like to see Tonks's nude body. He grinned.

"Nymphadora," said Harry, Tonks looked him in the eyes and glared. "From now on, when we're in private, you shall refer to me as Master as befitting your status."

Tonks flinched and slowly began shaking her head as tears ran down her cheeks. Her visage was a mix of disgust and fright. Her body began to shake as she stood motionless and visibly afraid of Harry's grinning face.

"Now I understand that you're having a hard time being obedient, but in time you'll learn, and to help you learn your place; from now on, if I feel like fulfilling any fantasies I have with your body, you shall beg me to do whatever sexual acts I want upon you," said Harry, his groin hardening as he mentally prepared to let himself loose. "You are property, my property. Your body, mind, and soon your heart shall belong to me. Am I understood, Nymphadora?"

"Yes," choked Tonks, as continued shaking her head and sniffling to herself. "my . . . Master."

"Great, now take off all of your clothes," said Harry, grinning as his groin hardened. "and don't forget to smile, Nymphadora."

Nymphadora smiled as tears streaked down her cheeks and she slowly began taking off her clothes. After removing her shoes, socks, belt, shirt, and pants, she wept as she slowly unhooked and tossed her bra. Harry licked his lips as the creamy mounds were free. Harry stared at the breasts of a real woman and slowly walked over. Nymphadora shivered as his cold hand touched her right breast and he felt her heartbeat along with her rythmic breathing. Harry gently squeezed her right breast and marveled at her body's softness as Nymphadora took off her panties.

"Oh yes, Master, yes," moaned Nymphadora, as her tears flowed unceasingly.

"Get in bed, spread your legs wide, begin stimulating yourself, and do it while saying what I instructed you to say." said Harry grinning cheekily.

The nude woman who looked like a younger version of Bellatrix got onto the Master bed and used her right hand to move around her clit in a sensual circular motion while using her left hand to move around her left breast.

"Take me Master," squealed Nymphadora as she shook her head and cried, "Take me, I am your property. Take me, please! I need you inside me, my Master! I want to give myself to you completely! I am your property, please use me. Take me, take me, and bestow your manhood inside me so I may please you as befits my status."

Harry felt both his face and his penis hurt. His face from smiling too much and his penis from being hardened with no relief for too long. He began to take off his pants but then stopped to take Nymphadora's wand. He felt the power coursing through it as if it were his own wand. With Nymphadora being his property, and him declaring oversight of her decisions, even her magic became his to do with as he pleased - with or without her permission. As it should be, I'm a Lord now, I'll do with my property as I see fit.

He waved her wand and all of his clothes vanished. He placed his and her wand on the bedroom desk. He stood stark naked and grinned at Tonks who kept muttering her begging as her head thrashed from side to side with tears and snorts of distress. "Stop touching yourself and put your hands to the side, keep your legs wide for your Lord."

"Yes, Master," said Nymphadora smiling at him and crying. Her eyes wide in horror as she stared at his erection.

Harry got onto his bed and sat on his knees in front of Nymphadora's prone and vulnerable body. He moved his body above hers with his hands holding himself above her shoulders as he positioned himself. "Stop shaking your head, when I have sex with you, you reciprocate willingly and in only pleasurable manners with no ill intent. You give your body to me and keep begging for it."

He began to lower himself as Nymphadora's eyes widened in horror. "Ah wait, I forgot, when I do get fully inside you, then you wrap your legs around me and do your best to sleep alongside me, should I pass out. If I don't give you any orders, then you just sleep alongside me. Remember, you must never harm me and must never allow harm to come upon me."

"Yes, Master," said Nymphadora smiling, "please Master, please take me, take me already. I need you, Master. Please, I am yours, take me and allow me to prove myself suitable for you and my status under you."

Harry's groin hardened at those words as he grinned. He slowly plunged his tip into her vagina. He moaned. Nymphadora's tears leaked anew as Harry smiled at her. She began kissing his face and muttering "Take me, take me. I am your property, please use me!" as he slowly plunged deeper and feeling her tightness. He hummed in pleasure. Finally, some real relief after all my effort and hardwork. It's just like those childhood fairy tales, the hero gets his woman, his property, from the clutches of evil and makes it his own. Morality is bullshit, you have to take what you want and screw everyone else to be happy. Might as well, since Voldemort is likely to win because of the prophecy. I might die by the end of the year, so I . . . I deserve some relief, right? Bah, who cares. If child rapists and murderers like Death Eaters can get off through a corrupt legal system, then I'm less of a villain than them. I, at least, follow the law.

He couldn't control himself anymore. Harry plunged into Nymphadora's folds fully and gasped in pleasure. Nymphadora screamed in pain, Harry scowled and drew back a fist, he punched her in the face as he pulled up slightly and submerged his penis into her tight folds, and then Nymphadora obediently wrapped her legs around his hips as she had been instructed.

"You stupid bitch, you were going to Dumbledore, and you look like the dumb bitch who killed Sirius," said Harry as he raised his left fist and punched Nymphadora in the right eye causing a visible bruise. Harry then slowly pulled slightly out before slamming his shaft into her folds.

"Ahhh!" screeched Nymphadora, as she brought her hands up out of instinct to protect her face. Harry grinned as he began smacking as he realized that he didn't have to act rational anymore and could do as he pleased. He kept his grin as he was slapping and punching her and then thrusting in and out of her. "P-please Master, I'm sorry, please, I won't do it! I am yours, I'll never do it again!"

Harry began to quicken his thrusts as he kept punching her and slapping her. He smiled in glee at finally getting relief for all the pain throughout his life and getting back at one of Dumbledore's lackies and Bellatrix's family members. Harry gleefully punched, slapped, and thrust into her quicker and quicker. Nymphadora held her hands to absorb the blow to the faces from the punches, she willingly took the slaps, and her breasts bounced and her back arched as Harry thrusted vigorously into her body.

"Whose property are you, Nymphadora?! Who will you obey for the rest of your life?!" shouted Harry in a demanding tone of voice. Nymphadora pulled her head back and cried in pain from the snot, tears, and trickles of blood on her bruised face. Harry punched, slapped, and thrust into her mercilessly, not giving her a moment of peace. "WHOSE PROPERTY ARE YOU, SLAVE?! WHO WILL YOU NEVER DISOBEY EVER AGAIN?! WELL, LET ME HEAR IT?! LET ME HEAR YOU BEG AND WANT IT! WHOSE PROPERTY ARE YOU?!"

"YOU . . . ! ONLY YOU, MASTER!" cried Nymphadora, "I'M YOURS! I BELONG TO YOU! TAKE ME! HIT ME! BRUISE ME! I'M YOURS, YOUR PROPERTY, AS BEFITS MY STATUS! I AM YOURS, ONLY YOURS! TAKE ME! TAKE ME! TAKE ME, MASTER! MY MIND, BODY, AND SOUL SHALL ALWAYS BELONG TO YOU! TAKE ME! TAKE ME! TAKE ME!"

Nymphadora laid her hands to the sides of her head as Harry thrust into her quicker and quicker. He punched her, he slapped her, and she attempted to constantly kiss and lick his fingers. He shoved her as she tried to kiss his nose and cheeks before punching and slapping her over and over. He felt such relief finally being able to make someone else hurt, finally being able to take his pent-up hate for the beatings endured by Dudley and Vernon upon someone else while starving from days on end by Petunia, and finally gaining some pleasure in his life by forcing someone else to obey him. He thrust into her with unrestrained vigor, as her hips moved in unison with his, her body moved back and forth prone on the bed for his pleasure, her breasts bounced, and Nymphadora screamed in a contradistinction of pain and hurt from her torture and emotional self-loathing along with pleasure from Harry raping her. Harry wept tears of joy as he finally got to make someone else suffer with no consequences. Umbridge gets away with torturing me, Snape gets away with torturing me, Voldemort gets away with torturing me, the Malfoys get away with hurting others without any jail time, Pettigrew gets away while Sirius remains dead and blamed for his deeds, and Dumbledore treats me like a chess piece without ever allowing me a say in my own life. My "friends" always defend him and not me. Monsters rule this world, to win, you have to be a monster!

Harry exhaled. Finally having the deep spite and hatred lessen after all those years of holding back. Harry stopped hitting her and muttered for her to lay flat as he fucked her. Her hips moved with his, her body moved back and forth, and Harry continued to pound into his slave.

"Take me, take me, take me, take me," whispered Nymphadora as Harry continued to thrust inside her over and over. Harry pushed himself deeply into her tight folds and stopped. I've decided . . . I don't . . . no, I won't care what the consequences are for me acting how I want with my property. I want to know more about magic traditions, I'll treat her as befits her status. I won't give a damn about consequences because there shouldn't be any. It's all legal and I have a right to treat my property however I want. That is the privilege of a Lord of my status.

He grinned as he put his arms on her armpits and gently hoisted her body with his upper body strength and balanced her with his knees. "Put your arms around my neck and hug your me tightly."

"Yes, Master." said Nymphadora, obediently wrapping her arms around him and pressing her sexually aroused body closely onto his.

Harry raised his head and let out a soft sigh of pleasure before moving his face to focus on Nymphadora looking up at him. Her grinned as he saw a spark of revulsion and hate in her eyes. She had enough to hate him forever and see him as nothing but a monster and possibly her worst night terrors for the rest of her life.

"Move your head over to my shoulder and rest your chin on there," said Harry. Nymphadora obeyed. Harry put his head on her hair and smelled the sweet scent of her shampoo despite the bodily sweat between them as he held his property close to him. She hugged back and kissed his neckline, cheeks, and shoulder.

He captured her mouth with his and they began a snogging session as their bodies wrapped around each other. Harry felt her breasts pressed on his chest and he began to pound into her vigorously. He tasted her salty tears as she moaned in pain and slowly felt the pressure in his nether regions. He allowed the kiss to break and began to lick and suck his property's right areola.

"Wait, Master! Ahhh, take me, Master, take me . . . !" said Nymphadora as Harry licked and sucked the areola while thrusting in and out of her rapidly as he came close to his release. Ah, so she's close to climax too. Harry felt her folds press more tightly on his penis and moaned in pleasure. Nymphadora's breath hitched as her tears streaked down her cheeks. Her breath hitched as her body gently bounced up and down but she seemed to try to be concentrating on saying something. Harry's lips twitched as he licked and suckled his property while keeping her from focusing my thrusting into her. "Master . . . ! Master, please! I . . . ahhhhh, yes, take me, I'm yours, but Master . . . ! Ahhh . . . I am property, and the old ways . . . ahhh yesss, takemetakeme, ahhh! The old ways say . . . Wizards don't have any equivalent to contraception! ahhh . . . That is anything . . . ohhh . . . like Muggles, aaaaand ahhhhh, ahhh, ahhh . . . ! The old ways say thaaaahhhh, that! that! ahhhhhh . . . the child of a slave and the maaahhhh, Master! Yes, take me, take me, take me, I am yours . . . but the child will also be a slave . . . and ahhh . . . and is expected to serve the Master in the same ahhh capacity as the Mother slave! Ahhh! If it's a born a girl, ahhh!"

Harry abruptly stopped moving. Nymphadora cried out as she suddenly felt the stop of pleasure and moaned in pleasure at the gentle wind blowing on their nude and sweaty bodies. Harry moved Nymphadora slightly apart from him and put his right index and thumb underneath her chin to gently prod her to look at him at eye level. Harry grinned.

"Well then, see that you fulfill your obligations as my property," said Harry grinning, Nymphadora shivered as she saw that grin. "or, should the child be a girl, she will be obligated to fulfill your duties, and you will be serving some other task, probably whatever any wife I take has you do or perhaps to be given to business clients to please through use of your genetic talents. You will, of course, follow such assignments dutifully and I'll teach this possible daughter to properly fulfill her nightly obligations as my property."

Her eyes widened as he finished. The glint of rebellion and spark of light seemed to die in Nymphadora's eyes as her bruised and slightly bloodied face seemed to look at him as if for the first time. She shook her head slowly. Harry kept his grin and a fresh set of tears seemed to flow from her eyes. Her body slouched as if in defeat and she began to emphatically kiss Harry's nose, ears, and around his mouth with new fervor.

"N-no . . . M-master, I . . . I . . ." said Nymphadora, kissing him on the cheeks. "I'll do my best to serve you and to fulfill my obligations as befits my status. I am yours, yours alone to do as he sees fit. Please take me, please fuck me, and use me as you see fit. Take me, Master, I need you, I'll always need you so take me, take me and let me be yours wholly and completely!"

Harry caught Nymphadora's mouth with his own and kissed her back passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body on his, and he resumed thrusting into the folds of her womanhood. She moaned in pain and pleasure. Her folds tightened as he continued pushing his manhood in and out of her tightening womanhood. They hugged tightly and kissed passionately. Finally, Harry felt the tightening. Nymphadora's folds tightened around his cock and the pressure became too much for him. He unloaded his cum into his property and she cried out in pain and pleasure with tears continuing to streak down her face as Harry streaked kisses down her neck. He continued to thrust faster and faster and finally buried himself deep within her folds. Cum delved into his property and some leaked out. They fell while wrapped in each other's arms. Kreacher came to summon the blanket over them as they subconsciously snuggled and fell asleep together. Harry kissed Nymphadora on the forehead and stroked her hair and she nestled her head into the crook of his neck.

Harry yawned and awoke in bed. He checked the window to see that it was morning. I guess going through all of those rituals really drained me. The wards for all my properties must have gone up immediately upon claiming my Lordship.

He looked down and smirked as he saw a nude Nymphadora resting on his body with her legs still wrapped around his waist albeit more loosely. He gently turned over their bodies, which laid side to side, to move her on bottom and him on top. He began touching her and tracing his hands around her body. He touched her from her elbows, to her shoulders, to her shoulders feeling the firmness of her body, and to moving his hands to her neck.

I could choke her to death and there would be no repercussions. mused Harry, he suddenly felt the urge to do just that. To wrap his hands around her throat and choke her awake. He giggled at the idea. No, it could be fun but it would be a waste. I don't want to kill her.

He moved his hands down her collarbone began to play with her breasts. Poking them, pinching them, squishing them, moving them around in circles, licking the areolas with his tongue, putting his head on the center and enjoying her scent before using his breasts to motorboat himself, and kissing them. He briefly thought of waking her up to fulfill a sudden fantasy of putting his penis between her mounds but dismissed the thought. He grinned as he heard Nymphadora's moans of pleasure from his ministrations before moving his hands downward. He placed his palms flat to feel her belly and looked down at their still united genitals.

All mine. All to do with as I please, Harry gazed at Nymphadora's bruised and swollen face and grinned again. So beautiful. Maybe I should make a habit of redecorating the bitch's face.

Harry stretched and pulled his penis slightly out of Nymphadora before slamming back into her folds quickly. Nymphadora woke up screaming in pain. Harry scowled and slapped her.

"What?! What the hell?! Who is doing that?!" yelled Nymphadora groggily, slowly trying to raise her body while gingerly holding her slapped cheek with her left hand. "What is going on?!"

Harry glared at his property's misbehavior and punched her in the face causing her to fall onto the bed. Harry began to vigorously pound into her. Harry hissed in pleasure as Nymphadora began screaming in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"I'm, I'm sorry, Master . . . ahh, Ahh, AHH!" screamed Nymphadora as Harry relentlessly thrusted in and out of her. Her boobs giggled, she lay her body flat as her left hand covered her tear streaked eyes, and she begged for forgiveness while screaming out in reaction to Harry's thrusting. "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhhh! Maaahh, Master! Please! I'm sorr- AHHH!"

Harry moaned and then hummed as he heard Nymphadora's screams. Harry thrusted faster and faster as he heard Nymphadora moan, scream, felt increased pleasure from her sweaty body writhing in pain from his fast thrusts as she squirmed and her breasts jiggled, and Harry finally felt her folds clench around his penis. Harry thrusted faster as Nymphadora moaned. She laid motionless simply accepting his penetrative thrusts and he finally felt the pressure. Harry came inside his property and gasped in pleasure. Nymphadora arched her back for her own orgasm before collapsing upon the bed. Harry watched in amusement as she breathed heavily while laying helpless on the bed. He spread his property's legs apart and finally pulled out of her.

Nymphadora folded her legs towards herself and breathed heavily. Harry moved to her left side and roughly shoved her off the bed. Nymphadora yelped and fell hard on the wooden floor. Harry burst out laughing at seeing her tenderly touching her side and crying. Harry grabbed the two wands, got off the bed, and waved his own to charm a towel on him as he moved to get ready to shower. He turned back to Nymphadora and scowled.

"What the hell are you doing, you idiot?!" shouted Harry. Nymphadora had flinched as she had tried to reach for her bra as she began raising her body. She turned to him with her eyes widening in fear. "You will not wear any clothes unless we have guests in the house. Kreacher will come by later to give you the clothing befitting your status and check you for injuries. You may wallow here and express your feelings and you will eat at your designated station in the kitchen."

Harry waved his wand and her clothes were immediately incinerated to ash. He grinned before leaving. Nymphadora tried to calm herself with a few ragged breaths before she collapsed onto the wood floor and screamed in frustration as she wept. She curled herself into a ball and cried aloud. Her body shuddered as she cried. Oh Merlin, what did I do to deserve this?! What?! Why did this have to happen to me?! My parents . . . I was so wrong about them, they never did love me. How could they just forget about me?! And now I'm stuck here, forever . . . Why?! Why, why, why, why, why . . . !

There was a pop. Nymphadora looked up to see Kreacher with a medical bag and a collar. Nymphadora had another bout of crying and screaming as she saw the collar had the title "NYMPH" in white.