Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Bone

Harry Potter received his invitation to Hogwarts university on his eighteenth birthday. A half-giant reinforced the letter by showing up, punching his uncle in the face, and then flying him to the wizard's magical shopping district on a motorcycle. His first year had gone well until he discovered that a teacher was trying to steal the Philosopher's stone, a legend made reality. A stone that transmuted common material to gold and the elixir of eternal life. Harry and his friends rushed to protect the stone, only to be confronted not by Snape, the one they suspected but Quirrel the bumbling Defense teacher. Quirrel aimed his wand at Harry and forced him in front of a large mirror in the room.

Harry felt the Philosopher's stone fall into his pocket and saw himself wink in the mirror of Erised; he couldn't help but think that Quirrel could easily find it. In a blind panic he pushed his hand against the stone and tried to hide it against his hip when he felt it sink into him. He looked down and saw his crotch glow red, then pulse for a second.

He heard Voldemort howl, "He has absorbed the stone!"

Harry felt the hands of Quirrel roughly pull at him, searching him, pain shot through his scar, he fought back hands clawing for purchase on Quirrel's face. Harry was not sure who was screaming, all he knew was pain, then no more.

When he awoke in the hospital wing he found himself with a permanent slightly glowing erection. Ron and Hermione sat next to his bed waiting for him to awake, Hermione's eyes would not meet his.

8===D*

Harry's summer had been spent caring for his uncle Vernon who was paralyzed and connected to a respirator in the living room. Getting punched by a half giant had destroyed his spine, he would never move again.

To stop Dudley's disgusted looks and verbal abuse Harry had taken to wearing three pairs of boxers to hide the glow from his member. The summer went quickly, Harry was excited to get back to school. As he stepped out of the self propelled carriages and looked up at the school Harry saw Mrs McGonagall waiting for him with a beautiful witch, she had long platinum blonde hair, pale unblemished skin and piercing blue eyes.

Mrs McGonagall indicated the younger witch next to her, "Mr. Potter, this is Fleur Delacour. She is from France, Monsieur Flamel had been providing her with the elixir of life. She has a rare condition, without it she will wither and die."

Harry looked at McGonagall then at the pretty which, then at his crotch that glowed only slightly through the triple layer of boxers. "But Mrs McGonagall, the stone… it's part of me now."

The older witch gave him a tight lipped look, "She understands Mr Potter, you will have to come to some understanding on how to get the elixir of life into Mademoiselle Delacour on a regular basis." The gorgeous witch blushed and looked at her feet. "For now Mr. Potter it has been decided you need a private room, you can discuss it once I have taken you there."

Harry looked slightly stunned but followed McGonagall up into the school, winding their way to the tower that held Gryffindor's common room. Mrs McGonagall stopped Infront of two large doors Harry had never seen. Harry went to open the door on the right, McGonagall cleared her throat "That room is reserved for Lord Hadrian Peverell Black Pendragon, this one is yours."

She indicated as she opened the left hand door. The room had a gigantic four poster bed and a large sitting area.

"I will leave you to discuss your situation with Mademoiselle Delacour, I expect you to be respectful and maintain social connections throughout Gryffindor." With a tight smile McGonagall was gone, leaving Harry in the room with the gorgeous French witch.

"My name is Fleur Delacour." She said in a pleasant throaty voice, her accent was thick but understandable. She pulled out a piece of paper and held it out to him, "My life is in your 'ands. Zis is what I can offer."

Harry looked at the paper and gulped, words like servant, and marriage jumped out at him.

"What is this?" He said nervously.

"Eet is a contract for me to either serve as your mistress or as your wife." Fleur said with a blush.

"I couldn't…" Harry started to say when he felt an odd jerk from his pants.

"What are you doing fool?" A sibilant voice said from somewhere. Harry looked around in confusion, "Go to the bathroom." the voice stated.

Harry managed to stutter out, "uh.. Bathroom, I'll be right back." Harry stumbled over to the door in the corner and threw it open and closed it behind him. The bathroom was spacious and had a full hot tub inside. He felt another jerk from his pants and his zipper slid down and his glowing member snaked out and turned the tip to look up at him.

"You were about to turn down the service of a young witch, why?" His penis hissed angrily at him.

Harry matched glares with his one eyed snake then hissed back, "She will die without me."

His penis bobbed itself before asking, "Then why turn her down?"

Harry shook his head, "I am talking to my penis... Why are you talking? How did she not hear you?"

His penis looked pensive, "I awoke only recently. I believe I was once a part of another soul, the power in your member revived me. I will help you become great. We have much to offer, others and each other."

Harry gulped "What do I call you?"

"Tom." His dick replied. Harry nodded "Now go out there and accept her, fool."

Harry put his glowing member away and opened the door. The witch sat nervously on the couch holding the paper.

"Okay Fleur, I accept."

Fleur teared up and launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was surprisingly light, warm and smelled of flowers.

"Oh zank you 'Arry. You will not regret zis I will be ze perfect… wife?" she asked hesitantly.

"Tell her she will be the first, but you must share your gift," Tom hissed.

Harry blushed, "Yeah, wife. My first… though, I think it is important I share my gift."

Fleur bowed her head slightly resting her forehead against his.

"Of course 'Arry. You are saving my life, eet would be wrong of me to stop you from 'elping ozzers. You do not know me now, but I will 'ave your love," Fleur said fervently.

Harry smiled at her slightly unsure as he signed the contract.

8===D*

Harry led Fleur down to dinner in the Great Hall, he led her to where Ron and Hermione were sitting.

"Ron, Hermione. This is Fleur Delacour. She will be joining us."

Fleur sat down next to Harry like a bird landing on a branch.

"Non, 'Arry. Did you already forget?" She held her hand out to Hermione, "Fleur Potter."

Hermione took her hand looking stunned.

"Charmed…?"

Fleur smiled and offered it to Ron who just gawped at her. This did not seem to bother Fleur; she started loading her plate with thin slices of steak and salad.

"Blimey, yeah. We are married. She needs the elixir of life to live."

Hermione's eyes flicked back and forth between Harry and Fleur then down below the table line at Harry. Harry blushed and ate. They watched the sorting and then followed the prefects up to the common room, where Mrs McGonagall was waiting for Harry.

"Mr Potter, can I see you alone in my office momentarily?"

Harry nodded and followed, he felt a tug from his pants as he followed her down the hall. Tom had found his way out of his pants and seemed to be sniffing the air.

"She is aged, but determined, reliable, once… beautiful. Offer our services." Tom hissed.

McGonagall sat at her desk as she entered her office, her eyebrows shooting up in shock as she saw Harry's majestic member swaying in front of her.

"Mr Potter?" She said a quaver in her voice.

"Mrs McGonagall… would you like to be young again?" Harry asked.

With a slight snap to her voice and eying his snake, she asked, "What are you offering Mr. Potter?

"Youth…" he said hesitantly.

"Sex, tell her," Tom hissed.

"Sex, I think… if we had sex you would be young again."

He said his voice sounded a little more sure. Mrs Mcgonagall stood and walked around the desk, she leaned back and looked him in the eye then started to lift her robes. Harry's snake reared and slithered its way under her robes. She made a surprised noise as it wrapped itself around her knickers and yanked them down revealing her auburn bush.

She looked hypnotized as it pushed into her Chamber of Secrets, Harry groaned as he felt a woman for the first time. He grasped her thighs and held on as his member darted in and out of her. Her moans filled the room. Harry felt himself fall over the cliff into orgasmic bliss and his ruby red semen shot forth by the gallon filling her.

"Mrs Mcgonagall," Harry moaned.

"Minerva, I think is appropriate now."

Harry looked into her eyes and watched as the wrinkles retreated and smooth skin spread, he quivered as he felt himself fill her waiting passage. Two fured ears sprung out of her gently curly hair and her eyes slitted like a cats, Harry found it oddly attractive. Minerva released her grip on the desk and looked at her hands in wonder, "I'm… young?"

Harry nodded as Tom retreated into his pants, Harry zipped his glowing member back into its cage.

"You also seem to have grown ears and your pupils are slitted… you are very beautiful Minerva."

Minerva blushed prettily and put her hand to her chest, she looked down as she noticed her rejuvenated bust, perky and full, a tail whipped out from under her and curled around a leg.

"That was against the rules, Harry. But… worth it. I always dreamed of being cattish... I brought you here to warn you that others may seek you out for what you can offer them. I never thought…" She ran her fingers through her thick auburn curls that had burst out of her tight bun and ran a tentative finger along her new ears. "I never thought that you could do this. Doubly now I warn you, be careful Harry."

Harry nodded, "I will be, thank you Minerva."

She gave him a bright genuine smile and stood up and pulled him into a hug, running her fingers through his messy hair, her tail wrapped around his hip. "Thank you Harry, for this gift. Best to call me Miss McGonagall still in public." Harry smiled at her and nodded. "Good, then you are dismissed."

Harry left and went back to his new room, he pushed open the door to find Fleur waiting on the bed in a silk negligee.

"'Arry, I was not sure 'ow you wanted to dose me. I am at your mercy." Fleur said demurely.

Harry walked up to her, his eyes locked on hers, they were beautiful and entrancing, Tom snaked his way out of his trousers and stood his full foot of length. Fleur's eyes grew round.

"So large 'Arry."

Harry nodded, "Yes. The Elixir is part of me, I will leave it up to you. Will you use your mouth?"

Fleur looked down at the bed for a moment then back into his eyes, "Eet is our wedding night, take me 'Arry. Gently, I am a maiden."

Harry gave her a small smile and stripped off his robes, then quickly got rid of the rest. He stood in front of her, Tom standing tall and proud. He climbed on to the bed and gently pushed her down and kissed her. She nervously responded to their lips and tongues meeting for the first time. Her hands nervously ran themselves over his body, his in turn cupped her breasts.

She moaned gently and pushed her chest proudly forward, Harry grasped the bottom of her shift and pulled it over her head revealing her thong underwear and naked chest. Harry kissed down her neck, past her clavicle down the swell of her breast.

He patiently kissed around the entire breast gently stroking her sides and with his fingers. His time with Minerva had been rushed and guided by Tom, but Harry wanted to treat Fleur better, it was her first time, and, in a way, his. Harry sucked a pink nipple into his mouth and felt her long soft fingers wrap themselves around his neck pulling him to her chest.

Harry felt Tom tugging at her knickers, he released her and hissed quietly, "This is my time, your time is with older witches." Tom relented, Harry's member returning to its turgid state. Harry kissed down her body, her long supple legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to her core.

Harry gently grasped her thighs and pulled them apart, sliding down her body. He gently licked her navel, making her raise her stomach gently against him. He kissed down and around her mons. He buried his nose in her soft platinum curls and kissed gently then looked upon her perfect pink sex.

"You are beautiful." he breathed.

Fleur ran her fingers through his messy hair gently encouraging him forward.

"Zank you 'Arry." she sighed.

Harry ran his tongue along her slit, she reached down and used two fingers to spread her flower. Harry gasped at the glistening bounty in front of him, then licked her from opening to the small hooded bead up top.

Fleur screamed "Oh 'Arry!"

Harry took this as a positive sign and continued. She guided him with her hands and he again touched her pearl drawing forth a second lusty scream. Harry licked her, the taste of strawberries and rain nearly overwhelming him until fluid coated her thighs.

"Now 'Arry."

Harry slid up her body and aimed himself, she reached down and helped guide him into her. Harry sank his entire foot of length into her waiting molten core. She shuddered as he hit the halfway mark, only feeling the slightest obstruction as he continued. She thrust her hips against him slowly grinding a slow tempo, her moans gaining volume once more.

Harry held back for as long as he could but when she wrapped her legs around him and moaned into his ear, "Fill me wiz life 'Arry," he burst.

Filling her with his mighty ruby seed. Soft feathers formed a circlet on her head, almost like a laurel leaf crown. Her eyes almost glowed, a gentler silver light surrounded her. Fleur pulled him against her breast and held him tightly.

"Oh 'Arry. I feel wonderful."

8===D*

Word of Miss McGonagall's transformation spread across the school. She had refused to tell anyone what had happened. Hogwarts being Hogwarts the rumor mill had come up with various explanations, the top being that she had gotten caught midway between her animagus transformation and somehow taken one of the nine lives into her. Harry was thankful that no one seemed to be looking at him. The Headmaster did seem to give him more meaningful twinkling looks then what was common.

The new Defense teacher seemed to be a beautiful fraud. Miss Lockhart had assigned nearly a dozen books about her exploits. She was full of herself, going as far as having Harry help her with her fan mail. The amount of wizard pictures of male genitalia Harry had to sort through had been far too high. When Gilda Lockhart bent over a filing cabinet Tom nearly ripped his way free. Harry had to hold his school book over his lap unsure on whether he wanted to gift Gilda with anything. It seemed to Harry she abused what she already had. That and Harry had a woman waiting in his chambers infinitely more beautiful by his estimation.

On the way back to his room Harry heard whispering in the walls that had Tom hissing,"The Basilisk is free…" he murmured but refused to answer further.

Harry was invited to Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday party and was interested enough to go. Fleur agreed to be his date. She came out of the bathroom in a stunning navy blue ball gown. With her piercing blue eyes, feather crown, and silver glow she was ethereal.

They showed up to the Deathday party and after a round of being introduced stood as far away from the buffet as possible. Fleur excused herself to the powder room when a pretty female ghost, that Harry was pretty sure was Ravenclaw's, attempted to float right through him. Instead of passing right through him, Harry felt himself sink into her. Harry was unsure about the cold tight feeling until the pretty ghost moaned and stopped looking down in confusion. She pulled up her dress in panicked distress revealing Harry's tent angled into and through her bloomers.

"You are within me, but you are alive… and I am dead. How?"

A darker hue of blue white flushed her cheeks as she started to move on Harry's member.

"I have the Philosophers Stone within me?"

The feeling of the ghost's quim distracted him. Harry felt her tighten and her face showed surprise as he lost control, his zipper burst as her bloomers split. Harry saw the pale skin of her slit solidify as he pumped his ruby elixir into her. The ghost wrapped her arms around Harry's shoulders and shook.

To Harry's shock, he felt her. She was cold but quickly warming. He saw a stately brunette woman in her early twenties with large wounds in her chest quickly transforming, ectoplasm to flesh. He heard her heels hit the ground as her eyes became real, two storm grey eyes looking into his eyes in shock. She looked down at her wounds and moaned in pain, they started to quickly close, sealing as if they had never been. The rents in her dress showed smooth pale skin.

Tom slithered back into his home closing the zip as Harry looked at the distressed woman in front of him. "Lady ghost of Ravenclaw, are you well?" Harry asked.

"Helena…" she mumbled as she felt her face and her chest where her wounds had been, "Am I still a ghost? Is this a cruel dream?"

"Helena then. You look alive to me…"

He tentatively reached out and stroked her cheek wiping away a tear.

"We must go, quickly. Offer me your arm, and pretend I am your lady. If the others realise…"

She looked around, the focus of the room was on Headless polo, "Thank Merlin for small miracles."

Harry took her arm and walked carefully for the exit, Fleur entered moments before they got to the exit. Her eyes ran over Helena and she quirked a perfectly manicured platinum brow at Harry. Harry offered his other arm to her and she took it as they swept out of the room, Harry kept going until they entered the abandoned entrance hall.

"'Arry, 'ho is zis? I leave for five minutes and you 'ave enozer date?"

"Helena Ravenclaw, until a few minutes ago the House Ghost of Ravenclaw."

Helena said as she looked at Fleur and curtsied.

"I did not mean to intrude on your man, I assure you our coupling was an accident."

Harry held up his hands as if to call a timeout, "She walked onto me, the elixir brought her back to life."

Fleur looked at the statuesque woman in shock, "You were dead?"

Helena inclined her head slightly, "Yes, for almost a thousand years… This is quite a shock. We must keep this a secret until the castle has emptied of Sir Nicholas's Guests. I can sleep in my personal chambers inside Ravenclaw… It has not been opened or cleaned in centuries. I will have to summon the house elves."

Harry and Fleur could not help but stare.

"Will you be alright?" Harry asked once Helena had gone silent.

The regal brunette simply inclined her head slightly, her long roman neck showing a pale beautiful expanse of throat.

"Yes, I have been very rude. You are Harry Potter and I owe you a great deal, I will go try to figure out what being alive means. If you need me please go to my statue in Ravenclaw tower and call for me."

It was not until the woman had disappeared up the stairs that Harry remembered he had no way of entering Ravenclaw tower.

Harry and Fleur headed up to Gryffindor, once more Harry heard the voice in the walls. It sounded violent and angry. Harry ran after it dragging Fleur with him until they came upon a flooded hallway and a petrified cat. A group of students released from a late night Astronomy lesson turned the corner and stopped at the sight in front of them. The scrawling on the walls only inflamed a growing atmosphere of fear as someone shouted the words from the back of the group. "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir beware!"

As Harry and Fleur made their way back to their room Harry heard Tom mutter, "We have nothing to fear."

8===D*

The entire castle could not help but discuss the Chamber of Secrets. Within a week the entire school had tricked the teachers into telling the story multiple times.

After Harry's Quidditch victory he was careful to scourgify the rain and mud off his gear. He was halfway to Gryffindor tower when Neville ran up to him.

"Harry! Dumbledore wants you at the hospital wing!"

Harry stopped cold, "Me? At the hospital wing? What for?"

Neville shrugged, "No idea Harry. They just told me you were needed."

Harry trudged up to the hospital wing and was stunned to see Colin Creevy frozen stiff on a hospital bed, a slightly smoking camera opened and next to him on the nightstand.

Dumbledore turned and smiled at him, "Oh I am glad you are here Harry, I suspect that your gift can bring Mr Creevey back to us. Please, go see Mrs Pomfrey."

Harry walked behind a curtain and saw Mrs Pomfrey at her desk, "Ma'am?"

"Oh Mr Potter, if we could get you to donate some elixir…" Harry blushed as she handed him a small cup and left him alone. He had to close his eyes and imagine his evenings with Fleur before he walked around the curtain with a small amount of ruby fluid. Madame Pomfrey took it and gently swabbed it on to Colin. He gasped and screamed then looked around.

"Mr Creevey, you are safe. Can you tell us what happened?" Dumbledore calmly inquired.

"I saw… eyes, great big eyes." He said breathily.

Dumbledore sighed and turned to Harry, "The school and Mr Creevey are in debt to you Harry. Please return to your dorms, it is almost curfew."

Harry nodded and left awkwardly.

8===D*

Harry was called to donate to revive Justin Fitch-Fletchley and Nearly-headless Nick. Dumbledore thanked him profusely stating that if it was not for Harry, the students would be stuck as they had been found until the end of the year. The attacks, despite their quick recoveries, still had the school on edge. To combat the anxiety and panic, a dueling club was arranged by the school. Even with the blowhard Gilda Lockhart running it, Harry was excited to learn anything about dueling.

Harry stood nervously in the back of the crowd having shown up late. Sevra Snape, Harry's potions teacher, a sallow skinned bat of a woman that had taunted him since he came to university, eyeballed him and called him to the front for the beginning demonstration. Draco stood across from him, the smarmiest bully in his year. Harry watched as Sevra mumbled something to Draco making a smile spread on his face. Harry was positive that anything that made Draco smile was not good.

The duel started, Draco cast a spell summoning a giant snake. Harry was startled and froze as the snake soared towards him. Suddenly Tom was out of his pants and waving in the air. The giant snake reared back and settled down in a tight coil, Gilda, Sevra and the girls of the class had their eyes firmly latched on his glowing red rod. The boys looked at each other then down at themselves with queasy looks on their faces.

Rumors started to spread that Harry could control snakes, then that he was the heir of Slytherin.

Tom hissed in frustration, "Whoever this fraud is must be stopped. Enough is enough. Take us to the second floor female bathroom."

Harry made his way to the bathroom, Tom slithered out and pointed towards a sink.

"Open." he hissed.

Harry heard a quiet sobbing from behind him, he turned and saw a girl of eighteen with black pigtails and big round bespeckled eyes.

"It will kill you, it stole my life from me. It will do the same to you." The ghost cried.

Harry looked at her, "What is down there? Who are you?"

"Myrtle… And I won't tell you. It is dangerous."

Harry looked thoughtful, "What if I brought you back to life…?"

Myrtle looked at him skeptically, "I am dead."

Harry motioned towards the stall, "If I have sex with you, I can bring you back."

Myrtle looked skeptically at him and put her hands up against the stall and stuck her ass out.

"Your welcome to try Harry, I have been watching students do it for so long it would be a treat. But you can't touch me… I am dead." She said with a depressed tone.

"Pull up your skirt and remove your knickers, it would be easier if I could aim."

Myrtle quickly complied, with a deep ghostly blush. Harry aimed for her hairy entrance and pushed into her, Myrtle moaned. Without being able to grab her large hips Harry could only thrust awkwardly, Myrtle was vocal, the sound bouncing off the bathroom walls. Harry felt himself reach his climax, ruby elixir started to pump into her and her slit and hips solidified first. Harry grasped them and pushed deeper, giving her several more strokes. By the time Harry was finished Myrtle was gasping for air hands planted on the bathroom stall, feet splayed on the ground and ass exposed to him.

Harry put Tom away and carefully pulled Myrtle's knickers up as she took deep steadying breaths. She spun around and looked at him in shock, her skirt falling back into place, she slapped herself she squealed in pain then slapped Harry who cried out, "Oi! What the fuck?"

Myrtle threw herself at Harry and hugged him tightly, "I am alive! Harry, there is a young girl with red hair down there. She is summoning the Basilisk. It can kill with its eyes. Don't go down there."

"I will handle this." Tom hissed.

Harry looked down at his glowing bone and back to Myrtle.

"I can handle it Myrtle, don't worry. Can you not tell anyone how you're alive?" Harry asked.

"No one would believe me anyway Harry. I finally get to finish school!" she said almost cheerfully. Myrtle skipped happily out of the bathroom. Harry turned and looked down the long pipe.

"So do I just jump?" he asked Tom.

"No you fool. Do you think the founder of the school would not be able to walk in and out of his Chamber?"

Tom moved and aimed himself at the side of the tunnel, before hissing, "Stairs." A spiraling staircase opened, Harry started down it.

"Lumos," He muttered after a single turn and continued down. The trip took quite a long time, Harry did not have a watch on him but his mind had started to wander. He reached the bottom and walked into a wide hallway. It had mosaics covering the walls and bones covering the ground. A narrow path had been cleared deeper. Tom came out again when he reached a large door with carved snakes covering it.

"Open," Tom hissed. The door made grinding noises of stone on stone as snakes slithered and moved across the surface. The door irised open and Harry stepped inside, a ghost of a young man stood over a sobbing Ginny Weasley. Harry ran and knelt down and touched her shoulder.

"Ginny?" He asked, he felt Tom wrap himself around Ginny's wand.

"Ha-Harry?" Ginny Hiccuped.

"Oh, Harry Potter, I have heard so much." The boy behind him said.

"Oh stuff it." Harry replied.

"Oh I hoped to parley, but if you want it that way… Oh Speak to me Slytherin, Greatest of the Hogwarts Four!"

"Close your eyes, tell the girl." Tom hissed.

"Close your eyes Ginny." Harry said.

The boy behind him laughed, "This is a surprise you speak parseltongue? It will not save you."

"Turn around Harry, behind you."

Harry heard a loud thump and felt a wind. Harry heard a cry of a bird and Tom waved the wand hissing, "Transformus! Transformus!"

Harry heard a shocked yell, a choking hissing noise and bird-like squawks, "Open your eyes fool, we must subdue her." Harry felt Tom slide Ginny's wand into his pocket.

Harry opened his eyes and was shocked at what he saw, a green woman covered in scales with large yellow eyes and black waist length hair stood nude and angry. She was tall and had a small chest. Her breasts were tipped with green niples and her slit was hairless but scaled with miniature little patterns. Wrestling her was a feathered woman with glowing orange hair, she was short and had humongous tits.

Harry was mesmerized as they wrestled hand in hand trying to overpower the other.

"Stop gawping and go seduce them boy, think of the power they could offer," Tom hissed. Harry ran at the basilisk and grabbed her shoulders and pulled backwards, she lost her footing, Fawkes let out a triumphant cry and pinned the monster to the group smothering her with large feathered breasts. "Yes, speak to her, speak to her the language of snakes, speak to her Chamber of secrets." Harry watched the struggling women, their lower halves entwining and struggling for placement, one feathered plump mons dominating the smaller scaled slit.

Harry grasped the scaled thighs and was surprised at their supple strength and silky texture. He ran his hands up to her hips, the basilisk hissed out "Yes! Yes, a new master, make me yours!" Harry leaned in to her trembling sex and focused on speaking like a snake.

"You are mine, bow to me." he said, his tongue flicking along her clit.

"Yes, yes, yes. Master it has been so long since I was claimed." she hissed, her voice throaty.

Fawke's sex mashed into the basilisks Harry's attentions spreading to both to Fawkes obvious delight "Oh, a wizard that knows how to please a familiar." she crowed.

"Tell them they are yours, and meet their demands." Tom hissed.

"You are both mine."

The struggling of the two slowed, Fawkes answered first "Give me my dream, breed me and I am yours." Before Harry could verbally respond Tom shot forth, almost dragging him towards the hot feathered slit in front of him. Harry had heard of thinking with the wrong head but this was getting ridiculous. He held back just long enough to know it was him making the choice then buried himself in her, the downy soft feathers tickled as he sunk to the base. "Yes, a clutch of my own." she cawed. Her fiery core stroked and milked him, Harry took her by her hips and thrust until he released his Ruby seed. He pulled out and she rolled off the basilisk with a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her glowing gold eyes locked on his past her sharply hooked nose.

"Feed me, master." The basilisk said, coming to her knees and shuffling over to Harry's erection. She took reach for it, her slitted green eyes growing round as her sharp teeth came out and she struck. Tom was faster, Harry's mighty penis swung out of the way of the basilisk's strike and slapped her across the face. Her head snapped to the left, a penis shaped mark glowing dully across her cheek. She hissed in a saddened tone, with downcast eyes she slowly approached again, taking Harry in her mouth, her forked dexterous tongue swirling around his huge shaft. She greedily cleaned Fawkes off him then took his entire length easily into her mouth, her throat muscles massaging him was a completely new sensation.

Harry wrapped his fingers tightly in her black hair, he vaguely heard the weird ghost image of the boy exhorting Ginny to stop crying and stop Harry. Guiding her head gently, Harry was quickly overwhelmed by the ancient basilisk's skill, his ruby seed shooting down her throat. She skillfully swallowed the entire load and pulled off him, her forked tongue shot out and cleaned her lips seductively. "Oh the power." she hissed. She writhed in pleasure on the ground then her body contorted, her upper body rising then her legs pushing themselves up beneath her. She stood before him "I am Basiala, master. What do you want of me?"

"Destroy the journal." Tom hissed.

Harry looked down at Tom "Journal?"

"Yes, it powers the shade. The girl has it." Harry walked over to Ginny, who was on her hands and knees sobbing. A small black journal was in front of her.

"Harry, I am sorry." she sobbed "Help me." she said, her voice breaking. Harry squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. Basiala reached down, her manicured dark green nails scraping the ground as she took the journal. She sniffed it with a faint look of distaste.

"Bite it." Tom hissed as he retreated into Harry's trousers.

Basiala stretched her mouth open, it distended in an unsettling manner, four sharp fangs appeared and she bit into the spine of the book as the shade of the boy turned with a startled expression and howled. Ink poured forth from the holes and down Basiala's chin, she spit it out "Disgusting." she hissed. Fawkes gathered herself and stood, a gown of fiery red feathers sprouted covering her figure.

"This place is dreary." Fawkes said with a regal tone, she looked at Ginny "This girl has been drained of her essence. She needs medical assistance." Fawkes rested a perfectly manicured hand on Harry's shoulder and one on Ginny. In a flash of heat and fire they were standing in the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey was backed up against a bed a hand to her chest in shock.

"Mr Potter!"

"Madame Pomfrey Ginny needs help."

Fawkes gave a regal node "Her essence was drained by a dark artifact. Master, with your permission I wish to go nest." Harry turned and gave the busty woman a nod, she smiled at him and stroked his cheek with a red nailed finger then disappeared in a flash of fire.

8===D*

Harry retreated from the hospital wing as Madame Pomfrey took care of Ginny, he returned to his room, he was sure he was missing dinner but he did not care. He was surprised when he walked into his room and Fleur was talking to Susan Bones, a pretty witch that wore her strawberry hair in a long plait. "Hey, Fleur. What is going on?"

"Sit down 'Arry." Harry looked at the room and sat down on a chair opposite the couch. He rubbed his face tiredly and smiled at the women in front of him. "Are you well 'Arry?" Fleur said with concern.

"Yeah, long day. What can I do for you Susan?" Harry leaned back in the chair and shifted a cushion for comfort.

Susan looked at Fleur hesitantly who squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile "I don't know if you know anything about me Harry…" Harry shook his head "Well, my family all died like your parents. My aunt is head of the Department of Magical Law enforcement. She fought and killed those who killed my parents, but a dark spell took her eye, it still festers in the socket. She takes potions everyday to fight off the pain."

"And you want me to help her?" Susan nodded at Harry's question. "I am sorry Susan… I can't just heal people…"

"Fleur already told me how you saved her, continue to save her. I will convince my aunt to give it a try." Susan said, leaning forward, her grey eyes shining with unshed tears. "She raised me Harry, she has done everything for me. I want to do something for her. Please?" her voice broke with emotion. Fleur pulled her hand into her lap.

"'Arry will do zis, will you not 'Arry?"

Harry sighed and nodded "Blimey, yeah. I will. Make sure she knows."

Susan to Harry's surprise hugged Fleur and pressed her lips to Fleur's "Oh thank you."

Fleur's eyes widened with surprise then she hugged the younger witch back and chuckled "You are most welcome, but you should be zanking 'Arry."

Susan blushed "Thank you Harry, I… like girls. Excuse me if I don't kiss you too."

Harry waved a hand vaguely "Don't worry about it Susan." Fleur showed Susan out then came up behind Harry and gently massaged his shoulders.

"'Usband, you look like you can use a bath and zen a massage. I am sure I can convince you to give me my daily dose of elixir zen." Harry perked up, he smiled at her then ran for the bathtub. Fleur's amused laughter rang out behind him.