The Magic of Avalon

The Magic of Avalon

By

SeraphimBlue

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of it’s characters are owned by J. K Rowling.

Description: Disenchanted by the whole of the Wizarding World, Harry Potter goes elsewhere in search of real magic and finds something amazing.

Chapter One

The soft ticking of a grandfather clock was the only sound in the grand empty house. Room after room, dust covered every surface showing that nothing had been touched in quite some time. Draped pieces of cloth covered much of the furniture and dappled sunlight fought to shine its way in weakly through the filthy windows. All in all, the house had seen better days, giving it the impression that no one had lived there for a long time.

It was easy for someone to think that… but sadly, anyone thinking that would be wrong.

“Damn it!”

A deep booming voice filled the silence. The voice was male and angry… or perhaps frustrated. The sound echoed from somewhere far above, cascading down an old rickety staircase from the second, third or fourth floor. Moving up the stairs, a light shone through a crack in the bottom of a door at the end of the second floor hallway.

“Bloody stupid spell…”

Drifting down that hallway, the soft sounds of walking… pacing… could be heard, mixed with muttered curses. Coming to a stop outside the last door, a small piece of paper can be seen attached to the door with tape.

“Harry’s Room… Keep out on pain of death… This means you… Will cast to kill on sight.”

An explosion suddenly occurred inside the room and purple smoke drifted through the bottom of the door… before said door burst open to release the rest.

“Motherfucking piece of shit spell…”

A young man with wild, black smoking hair stormed out of the room and moved down the hall to the bathroom while a terrified house elf cleaned up the mess that had been his room. Had… because it looked like a bomb had gone off… no doubt the results of a spell gone wrong.

Inside the bathroom, the man washed his face in the sink before staring at his reflection. Tired emerald eyes looked back at him from a pale face that hadn’t seen sunlight in a very long time. Black circles ringed his eyes and his cheeks looked deeply sunken in.

“Another damn failure…”

Harry Potter shook his head before he stomped back to his room. As he entered, he saw that Trixie, his new house elf, had cleaned up the burnt furniture and the scorched walls. Sighing he looked around for her once more then nodded to himself.

“Thanks Trixie… love you.”

The brush of soft fingers against his cheek made him smile. He knew she was there, but she liked to remain invisible… still nervous about being owned by Harry Potter. He knew she’d relax… eventually… and allow herself to be seen. Sadly it might take a while.

“I know I can figure this out. The book says it works… what I can read of it with my permissions from Andi and from Sirius’s will. I just have to figure out a way past the rest of the blood protections…”

Harry had found the book in the back, darker, unused section of the Black Family Library, mixed in with the books Sirius had told him could kill people. It along with everything nasty and dark had been hidden there under Black Family magic and a non-family notice me not.

He’d been cleaning out the evil books in order to let Hermione explore to her heart’s content… which meant examining pretty much the entire library. It had been a necessity after she got impatient and took one of the weaker books to read… which then blasted her into a week long coma, almost killing her. The resulting fight with her almost ended their friendship.

* * * * *

“… any problem with going back in there and getting something to read.”

Harry looked at Hermione and just rolled his eyes while Ron glared at his fiance’s stupidity.

“No problem. No problem?! Mione are you fucking insane?! That book almost killed you!”

Ron was so angry he was almost foaming at the mouth.

“Harry told you to leave the damned library alone, that some of the books in there were dangerous and could kill you, but nooooo… Miss Hermione Granger knows everything. She knows better than someone who was told… by family members of the fucking Black family… that non-blood people couldn’t read certain books. She knows better than someone who lived there her entire Fucking life and the bloke who lives there now!”

Hermione frowned and Harry could see she was building up an argument in her head.

“He’s right Hermione. I told you… Andi told you… hell even Narcissa told me to tell you that there are so many books in there that are bound to only those with Black blood. I told you that they would hurt you and or kill you. You refused to listen. All you thought was… so many books to read and no one is going to tell me no.”

Harry’s eyes darkened as he glared at her.

“They told you no. I told you no… and you ignored me… and you got hurt. You’re lucky you didn’t die.”

Hermione huffed and Harry could see she wasn’t listening… again. Drawing his wand he moved to her side in an instance and pointed it between her eyes, the tip glowing green. A cold, deadly look filled his eyes as he snarled at her… a touch of what some might call the Black Madness glowing in his eyes.

“So opinionated… so so close-minded. Do you want to die little girl? Are you so eager to pass on that you won’t listen to those who know better than you? Hmmm? I can happily kill you now and save the mess that I’d have to clean up later the next time you enter my library without permission!”

Hermione pulled her head back away from Harry’s wand, her anger quickly replaced with fear.

“Harry…”

Harry hissed angrily.

“No! Ron… she needs to understand that little miss know it all doesn’t get to dictate the rules about someone else’s home. When someone says keep the fuck out… she keeps the Fuck out! She doesn’t get to ignore everyone because her mind sees books and wants them like a spoiled brat with a cookie.”

Harry pushed the tip of his wand into her cheek, growling softly as a soft sizzling sound filling the room… along with her whimpers of pain.

“Listen well, little bitch. You will do as I say or you will never set foot in my home… ever again!”

Harry pulled his wand away to reveal a small red burn mark on her cheek as he hissed at her, turned and stomped to the door.

“Be happy to talk to you later Ron. We can discuss that trip to the Quiddich camps later when you feel up to it. You can leave the… braindead moronic bitch… here with the nurses. I’ve told them to keep her under lockdown because of her terminal stupidity.”

Ron looked between his fiance and his best friend and nodded slowly as Harry left the room… while Hermione just glared angrily at the closing door.

* * * * *

That had been almost six months ago and Harry hadn’t seen or spoken to Hermione the entire time. He heard from Ron that she refused to see that she was wrong and refused to have anything to do with him. To be honest, Harry didn’t even know why he was trying so hard.

“She’s been a bitch ever since the war ended and I refused to go back to Hogwarts.”

Hermione convinced Ron to go back with her, but when she tried that with Harry… he’d said no. He was done with all the Hogwarts drama and all the strain and pressures of being around the people still at Hogwarts. He didn’t want to go back; he had other more important plans.

When she demanded to know what they were, he had told her no. Hermione didn’t like the word no. She ordered him to tell her what was going on and when he walked away… she chased after him, spun him around and slapped his face.

“Don’t you walk away from me, Harry James Potter. You will tell me…”

That was as far as she got before Harry blasted her back 100 feet from him. Her body slammed into a wall and Harry held her there in place, her face turning pink as pressure increased, slowly crushing her body. Glaring at her, his eyes two pools of dark green… almost black flame… he growled at her, his voice deep and darkly cold.

“You do not slap me. You do not raise your voice at me. You do not dictate what I do. You do not have the right to treat me like a child. You are not my girlfriend… my sister… or my mother, Hermione.”

Eyes deadly and with everyone staring at the scene happening around them, Harry moved closer toward her until he was standing in front of her hovering body menacingly. Reaching out toward her face with clawed fingers, Harry hovered over her eyes… wanting so badly to rip them out of their sockets.

“You would do well to remember who you are and your place in things… or next time, I will make you understand… and you won’t like it.”

Hermione looked at Harry with fear in her eyes as Headmistress McGonagall stormed over to them, grabbing Harry’s arm angrily.

“Mister Potter! You will let her down and apologize immediately…”

Harry turned to glare at her and growled as he backhanded her away from him, knocking her to the ground.

“Shut the fuck up bitch! I am not a student here, nor will I ever be one again! You have no right to tell me what to do so mind your own FUCKING BUSINESS!”

Minerva McGonagall backed away in shock as Harry continued.

“She assaulted me just because I walked away from her and wouldn’t tell her what I was going to be doing from now on. She’s not God or Merlin. She doesn’t get to know everything and yet you’re here yelling at me and ignoring her.. when she fucking started it!”

Harry glared at the people outside Hogwarts, power rolling off of him in waves and growled a little more.

“None of you deserve to know what I’m doing. You all love me one moment and then hate me the next. You’ve held me prisoner here… physically and emotionally… for years and I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m done! I’m gone! You will leave me the FUCK alone… or I will kill all of you!”

With that said, Harry apparated away with an angry crack leaving a stunned crowd turning to look at the young woman who pissed off their savior.

* * * * *

Harry sat at his desk and sighed. It had been so long since he’d seen or spoken to another person. His only company was Trixie and he only had her a little less than a month… and she was too nervous or too angry to talk to him most of the time, ever since he ordered her to not clean the house.

That had been quite the fight as it went against the nature of a House Elf to not clean. Eventually Harry had to order her to only clean his bedroom on punishment of being given clothes. Trixie hated that. Sadly Harry just didn’t care.

“Trixie… can you get me a #4 special from Cafe Shu along with an iced coffee from the coffee shop next door. The money is in the elf box.”

Harry felt more than heard her leave and knew she would be back soon. She was used to fetching food from different wizarding restaurants for him, seeing as he didn’t want the house touched… not even to cook for him.

“Here you go Master Harry.”

The food and drink appeared on his desk with Trixie’s soft voice and Harry nodded.

“Thank you.”

Harry looked around his room as he ate and sighed sadly. He’d locked himself away for so long after finally returning back to London. Years away had changed him… in ways that some liked while others hated… and in order to avoid all the drama he’d isolated himself completely.

“Screw it all to Hell. This is getting me nowhere.”

Looking around he knew he only had one last recourse.

“Trixie… pack my luggage for me… enough clothes for a week, maybe two.”

Trixie popped into view on his left side, startling him.

“Really? We is leaving?”

Startled by her becoming visible, Harry smiled and nodded.

“We’re going to a warm climate where the weather rarely changes. I think… hmm, the clothes from the blue trunk on the third floor as well as a couple of formal outfits from my closet. Pack the entirety of the black trunk as well; just shrink it down and add it to the rest. Put everything in the satchel that I think I left on the coat rack downstairs.”

Trixie vibrated in place happily, nodding, before she rushed off. Harry smirked and looked back at the books on his desk. He’d expended all of his knowledge on how to break the blood binding on them and needed someone… smarter?

“I only know of one place that might have what I need…”

Harry finished his meal and got to his feet. He was excited about where he was headed and terrified as well. He would be returning to where he went when he fled England… returning to the one place and people he didn’t think he’d ever go to ever again.

Trixie popped into the room with the satchel in her hands.

“All packed Master Harry. Where is we going?”

Harry looked at Trixie and smiled weakly.

“We’re going to the place I spent nearly six years of my life, after leaving Hogwarts… a place so hidden, so isolated, that only 1 in every 100000 magicals ever gets invited. I still wonder sometimes why they invited me...”

Harry reached down and picked the small elf up into his arms, startling her.

“Hold on tight, Trixie. We’re going to have to apparate through some very mean wards and the only way to get you in safely is if you’re as close to me as possible… skin touching skin works best.”

Trixie nodded and crawled inside Harry’s slightly dirty, over-sized shirt before popping her head out.

“Ready Master Harry.”

Harry grinned and kissed the top of her head, making her blush.

“Here we go. We’re going to the school I fled to once Hogwarts and the Wizarding World turned their backs on me. We’re going… to Avalon.”

* * * * *

Avalon wasn’t the mystical British isle where Arthur Pendragon was buried… no, it just shared its name for a reason the school board refused to explain. There was a theory passed around that Merlin got drunk and fled there for a while after Arthur died and the name just stuck.

It’s full name was the Avalon Grand University of Esoteric Magic… or just Avalon, for short. It had been hidden away for close to a thousand years or longer… though that was debated as there was some proof that it existed before Merlin supposedly changed the school’s name that time he was extremely drunk.

No one really knows where Avalon is located; you are brought in by portkey, tied to the wards and then you apparate in or out to one location and one location only from then onward. There is no entry from outside by foot, animal or vehicle… and the entirety of the school is inside a magically expanded mithril sphere buried deep inside a mountain... somewhere.

Harry apparated in, blinking back tears from the pain of the wards surrounding the school. Fingers trembling, he stepped to the side to one of the nearby waiting benches. Sitting down as he pushed the pain away, he waited for someone from the school to come get him. You did not leave the waiting area without permission… ever.

“That didn’t feel good. Where is we Master Harry? Magic feels funny here?”

Harry looked down at Trixie and nodded. Avalon was so magically filled that it takes you a while to adapt. The air vibrated with magic, the ground hummed, the grass glowed golden and there were electric blue motes of pure magic drifting on the breeze.

“Magic is a bit different here… more aggressive. Everything will be ok. Breathe deeply and try to relax. You’ll adapt to it soon, Trixie.”

Harry looked around and swallowed as a breathtaking woman in a skin tight black dress sauntered toward him, a look of determination on her face.

“Oh shit. Why did it have to be her? Of all the people…”

Harry stood and smiled weakly at the woman as she approached. She was tall, taller than him by a few inches, was amazingly built with curves that made a Veela green with envy and had long red hair. She looked like a walking wet dream… except for her eyes, her bright red eyes.

“Harry Potter… surprised to see you crawl back here… without notifying us.”

Coming to a stop directly in front of Harry, the woman slapped him across the face… then grabbed his head and planted a kiss on his lips… so hard and so deep… that you’d think she was trying to suck his lungs out through his mouth.

As she kissed him… her tongue fighting its way deeper into his mouth... her fingers slid up his cheeks into his hair, digging in to grip and hold him in place, very demandingly and dominantly, as if she thought she owned the one she was kissing… before finally coming up for air. Her eyes drank him in, shining with power and lust.

“Mmm… there’s my Puppy. I missed that. You taste just as good as I remembered.”

Smirking seductively at him, she moved in closer… pressing her large breasts into his chest.

“I hope you’re finally here to fulfill your duty to breed me, you cowardly little fool. When you ran away, I swore to your fleeing ass that you would come back to me one day, and when you did… you wouldn’t leave until I was pregnant. I hope you remember that.”

Harry swallowed and nodded slowly.

“I remember Angelica… I remember… but…”

Angelica frowned.

“But? But nothing. You may think you have plans but you made a vow here, one the university takes very seriously. You fled that vow and you will not be given shelter until you promise to fulfill that vow. Otherwise, the wards will kick you into the void and let you figure your own way out. Master Sorenson and the council has said so.”

Harry winced and nodded.

“Sorry love. I was scared. I didn’t understand how to handle… um… your affections. People have used me before… but no one has ever loved me before...”

Angelica’s eyes softened as she relaxed and for a moment saw the young man who had stormed into her life six years earlier; the Harry Potter she had at first hated and then later loved more than life itself… the man she wanted to father her children. Whether he stuck around or not for the raising them part, she didn’t really care, she just wanted his babies… plural… and she was going to get them come Hell or high water.

“Well you’re here now and we will be talking about this, sweetheart… but first, who is your little friend and why are you here?”

Harry smiled and gently pulled Trixie out of his shirt.

“This is Trixie, my friend and house elf. She takes care of me because she too thinks I’m too dumb to take care of myself.”

Angelica smirked and nodded. She understood that feeling very well.

“I like her already. We know better than Harry, don’t we Trixie?”

Trixie nodded and smiled. She liked this strange, fiery, red eyed woman who wanted Master Harry’s babies. Trixie liked babies.

“Yous want Master Harry’s babies? Trixie likes babies. Trixie will help you gets Master Harry’s babies… even if Trixie has to hold Master Harry down for yous.”

Harry paled at Trixie’s words as Angelica laughed.

“Oh yes, I definitely like you Trixie. Come, let me show you to Harry’s room and we can talk more while he unpacks.”

Harry swallowed hard as his elf and the woman who… technically… owned him walked away toward the dorms. Shivering slightly, Harry sighed then followed them. It was weird being back here and if Angelica’s greeting was a sign of things to come… he was screwed, figuratively and literally.

Be it ever so weird and twisted, there was no place like home…

* * * * *

Harry placed his things in his closet and on his shelf, settling back into the room he spent six years in. Everything was exactly as he left it. That was one of the things about Avalon; once you live here… you live here forever. You never lose your room… unless you are banished.

“… performed a blood rite when my father joined myself to Harry here. His transgression was so great that it was that or banishment.”

Harry snorted.

“It wasn’t that bad. I saw you naked, by accident mind you. Your family is just too old and too strict to understand that… and the damn rules here state that any male student is guilty until proven innocent… which I was. Your father refused to reverse the rite.”

Angelica looked at Harry and frowned.

“As he and I told you, Harry, there is no way to reverse the rite… that’s why it’s chosen as punishment. It doesn’t matter that you saw me naked and everything else that occurred. Once the rite is complete, it’s forever.”

Harry shook his head and sighed.

“Owning someone because they accidentally saw you naked is insane. A simple apology should have been good enough…”

A sigh hissed softly behind him as long feminine arms wrapped around him from behind.

“You still don’t get it, do you? You’re from a wand waving society where there is little to no care about the purity of your blood or magic... whereas my family come from mages. Rites and Rituals are the core of our magic. Everything we do is centered on maintaining our secrecy and purity. When you saw me naked, you tainted my social worth, my magic and broke a purity geas placed on me at birth. You made me, by my people’s laws… unclean, which made it so that I could never be married to anyone from my people.”

Angelica turned Harry around to face her, looking into his eyes.

“My life with my own people was forever changed because of you and your actions. Father explained this to you years ago. Did you really not understand?”

Harry shook his head.

“He was trying to kill me at the time, chasing me with fiendfire and I was too distracted to really understand. Later on, I was too in shock at the tribunal to follow what was going on. One minute the charges were being read and then, without even giving me a chance to speak for myself… I was found guilty and given to you.”

Angelica pouted and kissed Harry’s lips softly. She really did love him and was happy they were connected like this… even if it did start out as a punishment.

“I know it started off bad… but it’s different now. You do know I love you… right?”

Harry nodded slowly.

“It just doesn’t feel real. You spent years treating me like a slave… then a pet… then more... and then suddenly, one morning, I woke up to you using me as a pillow and you suddenly declared that you loved me. I didn’t know what to think.”

Angelica nodded. She had been cruel to him at first. Harry was moved from his room and into hers to better serve her and she had used that to be as mean as possible. Their first year together, she ordered him around like a servant… and then as her, desires, began to awaken… as a pet.

She began calling him Puppy at that point and the sexual tasks increased as her blood adapted to his constant presence. With her mother’s magic awakening and imprinting on him, well… it was hard to ignore her Succubus urges.

Harry became her toy, being used for gratification and to feed off of his energy. Touches turned into kissing and licking… then penetration with fingers and toys… then body to body penetration... as the inner struggle won over her conscious mind and claimed Harry as her mate. Soon she was using him sexually to get her rocks off on a daily basis. Eventually that sexual intimacy turned into love.

“It’s how my mother’s people find their mates, Harry. I explained that to you and even managed to get mother to visit to explain it in more detail. You said, then, that you understood. Were you lying?”

Angelica’s eyes began to water.

“Do you not love me Harry?”

Harry looked into her eyes. Did he love her? He wasn’t really sure. On one hand, he spent years in a very physical sexual relationship with her, making her orgasm sometimes six or seven times a day. He got used to the touch of her hands, the feel of her skin and her smell. He grew to enjoy the feel of her body wrapped around his.

Did he develop emotions for her? To some degree… yes… but were they real?

“I grew to love what we did together, even though it was scary at first. I don’t know, honestly, if I love you the way you love me. I grew up without love and I don’t really know what it is.”

Harry paused and let out a soft sigh.

“I know I care about you. I like how you look when you wake up first thing in the morning. I like the soft snores that escape your lips, sometimes, in your sleep. I like how you chew on your bottom lip when you’re thinking hard. I like the far away look you get in your eyes when you listen to opera or classical music. I like the way your scent covers me when I wake up next to you.”

A soft smile crossed Angelica’s lips as Harry continued.

“I like washing your back… and your hair… then brushing it out afterwards. I like the cool silky feel of your bare skin. I like the soft sounds you make as you’re climbing toward orgasm. I like how you would always make sure I had my tea how I like it… even though you hate English tea.”

Harry’s eyes grew unfocused as he pondered his emotions.

“I like listening to you breathe. I like the way being next to you and holding your hand makes me feel warm and at peace. I like how you make me feel… safe.”

Angelica’s eyes lit up as her smile widened.

“Harry, Harry, Harry… and here you say you don’t know what love is. Everything you described, according to how I feel, is love. You may not know the word… but you know the feeling. Knowing that… are you still scared of me?”

Harry listened to her words and let himself sink into the feeling. That was love… or close enough to feel like it? He never knew that… not really. Sure he had guessed that’s what it might mean, but to have someone confirm it for him…

“So I love you?”

Angelica nodded.

“Yes… and I love you too. I want us to be together…”

Angelica’s smile widened.

“… and I want your babies… at least four of them.”

Harry let out a soft laugh at that.

“Four… right, four. Are you sure?”

Angelica nodded playfully.

“At least… but we can try for more, if you’d like. However, I do want to keep you around. I do own you, after all. Oh… and we are not going to be living with those horrid, pathetic wand wavers; you’re better than them darling.”

Harry smirked and nodded slowly. He was fed up with the Wizarding World himself. He only went back for his friends… and well, that blew up in his face quite grandly. He didn’t really have much holding him there… not anymore. Sure he had Andi and Teddy… but they had moved on when he left and six years apart changed things.

“I think I can live with that… but where do you want to live?”

Angelica grinned and pounced on him.

“I want to show you my home. I just know you’ll love it there.”

Giggling, she bounced in place, her breasts smacking Harry in the face.

“This is going to be so much fun… and I can finally leave here. Masters Sorenson and Feldin both refused to let me leave until you returned. I was getting desperate. I was close to sending Thalia to go get you… and you know how she gets.”

Harry paled and nodded.

“She’d probably beat me unconscious, strip me naked, do a full cavity search and then drag me back here to you.”

Angelica smiled at the image and purred.

“I like the naked part…”

Licking her lips, she leaned in closer and kissed Harry hungrily.

“So… Puppy… did you miss your treat?”

Harry’s eyes widened as he looked down her amazing body, pausing at her breasts and the valley between her thighs, swallowing hard remembering..

“Um… yeah. It’s been a while…”

Angelica nodded.

“Mmm hmm. Mistress misses her Puppy and really needs some attention before we go to my home.”

Nipping at Harry’s lips, she grinned, revealing very prominent canines.

“Trixie… sweetie… can you do me a favor and pack up my room while Puppy and I get acquainted again? It’s one floor up, the blue door on the right.”

Trixie bounced in place and nodded happily.

“Master Harry and Mistress Angelica is going to makes babies! Trixie will goes pack rooms.”

Harry smirked as Angelica walked him backwards toward his bed. Angelica nipped at his neck and purred louder.

“Yes… and take your time. We’re going to be… busy… for a while.”

Trixie nodded and popped out as Angelica began to shred Harry’s clothing off of his body as she pushed him onto his back on the bed.

“Time to play with my Puppy again. Mistress is in heat and needs it soooo bad. We’re going to have ever so much fun…”

* * * * *

Harry stared up at the ceiling as he panted softly. He was completely blissed out and felt more relaxed than he had in months.

“Mmmm oh Puppy, you loved me so good. I just know I’m pregnant for sure.”

Harry turned his head to look at Angelica as she played with her wet folds, his juices dribbling out of her slowly. He smirked as she spread the mixed fluids all over her slightly bulging belly.

“You filled me up so much, you can see it. Look Puppy.”

Harry smiled and nodded as Angelica caressed her lower belly.

“Yeah. I.. um… I haven’t been with anyone since I left and I didn’t… take care of myself… much.”

Angelica sat up, her large breasts jiggling erotically.

“I could tell. You came so much. I just know you knocked me up… but I will want to keep doing this until we know for sure, you know.”

Crawling on top of Harry, Angelica ground herself gently against his crotch as she swayed back and forth. Harry’s eyes locked on her bouncing breasts and smiled.

“Puppy loves my breasts, doesn’t he. Just wait until you get to play with them when they’re big and full of warm sweet milk.”

Harry groaned as he grew hard again, surprised he could do so after the riding she had done over the last two hours. Feeling him, Angelica grinned, reached between them and slid him back inside.

“Mmmm… round, what… twelve, thirteen?”

Harry took in a deep breath, smelling her pheromones and the smell of their mixed juices, before grabbing her hips to flip them over with him on top.

“Oh! Puppy’s frisky! Mmmm… yes Puppy, give Mistress another hard pounding!”

Growling playfully, Harry leaned down to capture her lips with his as he began to rock his hips and thrust back into the hot core he loved so much.

“Woof woof…”

Angelica giggled as she bounced and moved her body against his, her legs reaching up to wrap around Harry, locking him in place.

“My good boy… keep fucking me Puppy… never stop!”

* * * * *

What seemed like hours later found Harry sitting on the edge of his now broken bed as Angelica cleaned up in his shower. He stared at the boxes on the floor next to his door and knew that Trixie had been busy.

“Trixie… can you pack up all of Grimmauld Place… or do you need help?”

Trixie popped in, took one look at a naked Harry and turned around blushing.

“I can do it, Master Harry. I knows all kinds of ways to pack everything.”

She looked back at Harry and smirked.

“Yous is wanting the whole house?”

Harry shook his head.

“No… not really. Just the library, my room, Sirius’s room and Arcturus’s office… the rest of the house can go to Andi and Cissa; they can decide what to do with it.”

Trixie nodded.

“I can do that.”

Harry smiled.

“Good… but wait until I know where we’re going. I don’t think you can get back in here alone if you pop out. Once we get to our new home, then you can pack things.”

Trixie nodded.

“Did yous makes the babies?”

Harry snorted.

“We made a good start of it.”

Trixie smiled.

“Good. I wants to takes care of lots of Master Harry’s babies.”

Angelica walked in at that, naked and smiling.

“Then you shall. I know I was stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey. I’m sure I must be pregnant after all that.”

Harry blushed and shook his head. Standing, he gave her a kiss as he walked past her to grab a shower himself. As the door closed, Angelica grinned and sat down.

“Trixie… do you think this is going to work? Do you think Harry will want to stay with me?”

Trixie turned around and smiled. Looking at a naked Mistress Angelica was much easier than a naked Master Harry.

“Master Harry doesn’t smile anymore… doesn’t talk to his friends… doesn’t let anyone come over. Master Harry is sad… but yous… yous makes him smile… even before the baby makings.”

Trixie moved closer to the bed.

“Yous brought back the good Master Harry, the happy Master Harry. Trixie will loves you forever for that.”

Smiling as her eyes teared up, Angelica reached out and pulled Trixie into a hug.

“Thank you.”

Trixie hugged back then blushed.

“Master Harry wants Trixie to pack old home once he knows where new home is. Will we be goings there soon?”

Angelica nodded as she stood and began to pull her clothes back on.

“Oh yes. We just have to speak to those in charge here, let them know what’s going on and get permission to leave. After that, I will take us to our new home.”

Trixie grinned and bounced in place.

“Mistress Angelica. This bees a school? What was Master Harry like when yous met him?”

Angelica smiled and sat down.

“What was Harry like? Oh this is a story you’re going to love. It all started six years ago when a new class of students was brought in and a mix up in room assignments occurred…”