A Riddle To Be Solved ch 9 (Patreon)

Harriet bounced on Harry's cock. Emily was kissing her, forcing her tongue down the inexperienced girl's throat.

Harry squeezed her body. She was thin and small, just as he had once been. She wore his same old circular glasses with the tape in the middle. Her messy black hair reached just below her shoulders, and her lightning bolt scar was prominent on her forehead.

And her virgin pussy was molding itself around him, squeezing his cock, desperately begging him for his seed.

Lyra had managed to grab onto Fleur, forcing the blue-blonde to eat her out while she watched her new older sister take daddy's cock. She closed her eyes as her gloved hand ran through Fleur's head, visualizing herself jumping on her father's lap once he was done with Harriet.

Delphi and Minerva were sharing a deep kiss, the older teenager's tongue dueling with the much younger girl. Delphi was moaning into the kiss, wiggling her little bottom as Walburga lathered her little pussy-hole from behind with her tongue, both hands holding up Delphi's tight butt.

From her throne atop Harry's lap, Harriet watched this debauched scene of family love through half-lidded eyes, in between rough kisses from Emily and others from Harry, who would break her off from the older woman to pull her head back and claim her mouth in a display of pure ownership.

Emily would suck on her small breasts then, and the friction of the two adults bodies as they writhed against her was enough to leave the girl an absolute mess of sweat and other bodily fluids.

The crown of her daddy's cock kept wrecking havoc inside of her pussy as it bulldozed through her walls and crashed against the entrance to her womb like a battering ram.

She felt under assault from all angles, with her body overheating as her two new parental figures worked themselves into a frenzy over her body. Harry was now pounding into her in earnest, with powerful thrusts that made her feel like she was going to go deaf from the way the impact reverberated through her body. Meanwhile, she had Emily rubbing her voluptuous body all over her own.

For the first time in her life, the girl who had been so starved of affection, so desperate for the smallest of human interactions, felt overwhelmed by love.

Harry and Emily both felt Harriet come undone, they savored the girls' whimpers as she melted into them, her body losing all tension as her pussy fluttered around Harry's cock.

Harry let himself release into her, explode inside this young girl, this other him.

She was very limp, it seemed that she'd passed out. Harry let her fall onto Emily, who happily wrapped her arms around the girl's waist, showing her surprising strength once more by easily lifting her up and pulling her away, whispering sweet nothings into Harriet's ears as she carried her out of the dining room and into the deep darkness of their bedroom.

Harry's cock didn't spend too much time unattended. Like a weird game of musical chairs, Lyra, Walburga and Minerva all came rushing in, vying to be the first to sit on Harry's cock.

Lyra, his sexy little goth, would have made it, if it hadn't been for her blonde little sister tripping her up and making her fall to the floor.

This left Walburga, who used her thicker frame to muscle Minerva out of the way, to turn around and plop her thick bottom onto Harry's lap, impaling her pussy on his cock in the process.

Harry groped Walburga's birthing hips as the girl bounced her ass up and down on his pelvis. It was crazy to Harry how Walburga was still so young, only twenty five, and yet she sometimes reminded him of Molly Weasley, a much sexier, much more submissive version of Molly Weasley.

Minerva settled for kneeling between his legs and sucking his balls while she waited her turn. Lyra opted for revenge, once more having her bratty little sister's mouth on her cunt, but much more aggressively this time, as she straddled the poor blonde on the floor and she viciously rode her face. Delphi had tried to rescue her twin only to be petrified by Lyra, who forced her dark haired sister's mouth onto her ass.

Harry pounded hard into Walburga, giving her the hard fucking she deserved. He grabbed onto her boobs, udders that Harry's hands couldn't try to contain as they spilled out from around his grip.

He squeezed and felt milk squirt out. Harry groaned, twisting her torso around just enough so that he could latch on to one of her massive tits and drink from her mother's milk.

Walburgan spasmed around him in release just a few moments after Harry began drinking from her. Ever impatient, Minerva pulled Walburga away from him, sliding onto his lap herself and taking his cock into her hungry cunt.

His girls were all so needy. Thankfully, Harry had more than enough love to give.

…

When Harriet next became lucid, she was lying in a massive bed. She felt warm lips working on her neck, finding herself enveloped in a pair of long arms and sinking into a mass of wavy black hair.

“You’re back, my sweet.” Emily whispered into her neck as her hands roamed all over Harriet’s body.

“I…I passed out?” Harriet croaked out, her sore throat leaving her voice almost gone.

Emily chuckled into her skin, and as Harriet awoke further, she began to feel pleasure surging up her body.

She looked down to see Minerva and Walburga between her legs, with Walburga licking languidly along her inner thigh while Minerva lapped at her sore cunt.

“You’ve been awake, my little Harriet, just…out of it.” Harriet shuddered as she felt them work their magic on her body. Was this her new life? Would she be floating in a cloud of ecstasy for the rest of her days? And why did that idea sound so appealing to her?

She heard a loud squeal, and turned her head to where she could now hear skin slapping on skin.

Daddy was laying against the headboard, and Lyra, her little sister Lyra, that cute little goth girl, was riding his cock for all she was worth. Lyra was facing her, and Harriet feasted on the other girl’s nubile young body, her breasts already larger than her own despite the age difference. Lyra was naked, but she still wore her choker, her fingerless gloves and her knee high black socks as she bounced on Harry’s thick pillar of meat.

Delphi and Fleur were straddling their father’s legs, rubbing their little cunts against his thigh as they got an up close view of their sister getting roughly fucked.

“It's beautiful, isn’t it?” Emily whispered into her ear before nipping her lobe in between her teeth.

Harriet could only answer with a moan. A moan that was drowned out by Lyra’s much louder one as the teenaged girl came all over her father’s cock.

There was a flurry of movement when Lyra came, as the weakened girl was pulled out of her seat by her younger sisters. Lyra hissed, cursing the two little monsters, and she became especially irate when Fleur wrapped her young lips around the crown of Harry’s cock while Delphi began to lick up his shaft.

“Daddy! They’re not supposed to do that yet!” She yelled in indignation.

Harry threw his head back as his little veela finally made her move, taking advantage of his moment of weakness to ease her father’s useless compunctions. After all the lines they had already crossed, what was one more?

“Lyra, play nice.” Harry warned as his hand settled on top of both girl’s heads. The two were triumphant, the enthusiasm with which they went to work on their father’s shaft increasing exponentially. Delphi trailed her tongue upward, and as devious as she was, Fleur would never betray her twin, she gave her sister room on daddy’s crown as the two of them wrapped their lips around a side, sucking and licking at the sensitive head.

Lyra huffed, but Harry beckoned her towards him and she crawled over eagerly. Harry cradled her in his arms, pressing her against his side as they watched the two younger girls suck on daddy’s cock for the very first time.

Harriet watched as the blonde and black heads worked in unison, tongues swiping together. Their tiny hands worked on Harry’s shaft, lubricated with the myriad of juices the cock had collected as they stroked it lovingly.

“Here it comes!” Harry warned.

The two girls squealed, pulling their faces back as they continued to stroke his shaft. They pressed their cheeks together, pulling their tongues out and pressing them together as they both stared up at their daddy with those mischievous, yet ever-so loving eyes.

Harry exploded, blasting their much-too-young faces with coat after coat of his white goo. Harry looked down as his not-so-innocent little girls took the barrage, remaining still as Harry glazed their faces with his seed.

He knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back, he would take them fully, and it would be very very soon.

But for now, he was content to let the two of them roll around in the bed, fighting as they tried to lick the cum off the other’s face. Meanwhile, answering his subtle commands, the bed shifted around. Without having to move a muscle, Harriet found herself on Harry’s other side, pressed against him as he wrapped his arms around Emily. Walburga and Minerva had finally stopped their torture of her, content to lay at her feet. She glanced over at Lyra, who gave her a contented grin as she buried her face into the crook of her father’s neck.

Harriet closed her eyes, letting sleep claim her as she basked in what was the happiest moment of her life.

…

It was early evening, two days later, and Harriet was running through the grounds, barefoot, free as a bird.

Not even her assessment the other day, where she’d been told that she was below the standards of most third years, had dampened her mood. Her daddy, her new family, they all embraced her, told her they would help her blossom into the wonderful witch she was meant to be.

It was like a dream. Harriet wished that school didn’t have to start, that it could just be them, together in this castle, loving each other forever.

She’d just left lessons with mum. Mum was strict and demanding, more so than even Minerva, but she said that she saw boundless potential in Harriet, and Harriet worked her hardest to not disappoint her.

She was looking for Lyra. Daddy was out, handling some business or the other, and so Harriet wanted to be with her second favorite person.

Because as much as she loved them all so dearly, and as much as she adored it when mum held her in her arms, after daddy, Lyra was the person she most felt at home with. They clicked, being each other’s long lost siblings. Siblings that kissed and wiggled their toes together and ate each other’s pussies.

She was approaching the greenhouses now, where she could see Lyra. She was surrounded by dangerous looking plants, all of which were writhing about. Two of the larger ones seemed to be locked in a death-struggle, tugging and lashing at each other violently, right up until Lyra conjured a whip from the tip of her fingernail and cracked it on the floor. Immediately, all of the plants stiffened up, ceasing their movements as they dared not anger their master.

Harriet beamed, Lyra really was something special. The girl looked absolutely stunning as the sun finally set completely, leaving her bathed in the warm light of the full moon.

The full moon.

Harriet stiffened. Every bone in her body cracked as her head shook, trying desperately to resist the all-consuming need to turn itself so she could stare up at the moon.

It all came flooding back to her. She’d been bitten by Professor Lupin, back when they’d been trying to save Sirius. She’d become even more of a loner, then, pulling away from even Ron and Hermione, feeling like a monster, a monster that was unworthy of love.

Dumbledore had still sent her to the Dursleys after that, keeping her in a silver cage on the nights of the full moon.

She’d been a mess, an absolute sobbing mess for the next two years. And then, she’d gone after Sirius on her own, because who would want to help the raggedy little werewolf girl?

Pain surged through her body as the transformation took hold, her conscious mind fading away, being overtaken by the wolf, the savage beast that overwhelmed her, the ravenous monster that was who she truly was.

…

Lyra heard the howl loud and clear. Her eyebrow quirked, she knew that howl very well.

There weren’t supposed to be any werewolves here. On the night of the full moon, there weren’t supposed to be any werewolves at all outside of their designated free roaming forests. The collars they all wore made sure of that, working as portkeys that transported them instantly to their destination and back.

And yet, Lyra knew that howl. She’d been to those forests with daddy and aunt Emily, watched as the two of them wrestled with the beasts without a care in the world, completely immune to their virus and physically strong enough to manhandle them.

Lyra looked around her work desk, littered with plant matter and dirt. There was a smattering of seeds, and she quickly snatched a handful, knowing exactly what each of them did, being the one that had developed them.

She found a trio of pots and dropped seeds in each one. With a wave of her wand, miniature rain clouds formed over each pot, depositing their payload of life-giving water in record time.

There was another howl outside, Lyra tingled with excitement.

From each pot sprouted a small seedling. Lyra held out her middle finger, willing the rune on her nail to light up as she tapped the first little green sprig.

The seedling warped, floating off its pot as it transformed, going from green to a bone white as it sprouted hundreds upon hundreds of thorns. It wrapped around itself, forming a crown.

"Protect me." Lyra commanded.

The crown flew over to her, settling into a light hover over her head.

Satisfied, Lyra tapped the next two seedlings, though when these burst from their pot, Lyra held her pinkies out, willing the runes there to funnel the plants in, sealing them away, ready for immediate use.

She took a deep breath, thought about grabbing her satchel before deciding that was a supremely stupid idea, and marched her way towards the greenhouse exit.

The cool summer air felt dense. There was a palpable tension in the air, a stillness that threatened to break out into sudden violence at any moment.

Lyra walked, making sure to keep her gait confident, even if she trembled deep inside. She'd never really been tested, not like this.

A twig broke, she spun around, seeing nothing.

She stood stock still. She could feel a presence behind her. The werewolf had the drop on her.

Lyra willed the rune on her index finger to activate and unleash her rose whip. The girl twisted around, swinging the whip in a wide arch.

The beast easily leapt over her swing. It was huge, bigger than she thought it'd be, a bulky mass of silvery-gray fur, and it was bearing down on her, claws first.

Her crown activated, and five thorn-covered tendrils shot off towards the werewolf. They collided with it, throwing it off its trajectory and forcing out a yelp of pain as they twisted around its body.

But the beast was magically resilient, and Lyra's thorns were not yet up to the task. The wolf shook off its restraints, not caring about the blood it drew as it bit into the thorns and tore them apart.

Lyra's crown was still over her head, but she knew it would not hold off another attack. In the back of her mind, she scribbled a note about the need for the crown to regenerate itself, so it could withstand continued assaults. But right now, she needed to survive.

Lyra was confident in her magic, but werewolves were notoriously resistant, and she didn't want to use what precious little time she had with a blasting curse that might only gain her a half-second. Besides, a stubborn part of her wanted to test out her creations, to prove her plants in battle.

She retracted the rose whip and activated one of the seedlings in her pinkie.

Canids had a very acute sense of smell. A very sensitive sense of smell.

Lyra willed what was left of her crown to morph into a mask over her face. While visually, the slitted mask didn't look like it would protect her from much, she knew that its properties would block the powerful smell she was about to unleash.

She reared her arm back, ready to toss her next creation over at the werewolf. A plant that would unleash a concentrated stench, a stench many orders of magnitude more powerful than a dungbomb.

Except the wolf was already halfway towards her, and Lyra froze, unsure she would be able to stop the beast from tackling her, even if she hit it with her stench bomb.

That moment of hesitation stretched for a half second that spelled doom for her. Lyra's eyes suddenly widened in fear, and her heart beat out of her chest as she suddenly wished her father was here.

Just as the wolf was about to reach her, it was yanked off the ground by a powerful levitation spell.

Lyra blinked, her body still shaking in fear as she saw the wolf struggle against the magic that held it up. A red stunner then impacted the creature, and it fell unconscious.

There were only two people Lyra knew that were strong enough to take down a werewolf with a simple stunner.

"You were doing well, Lyra, up until you hesitated." Emily said as she wrapped the wolf up in golden chains. She canceled her levitation spell, and the chains autonomously began carrying the wolf over to the castle.

Lyra stared down at the grass, embarrassed and humiliated. "I-I thought-"

"It's fine, Lyra. This is a learning experience. Now, you know where you are weak."

The young girl gulped back the bitterness rising in her throat and nodded towards her aunt. "Let's go inside, we'll need to wait for your father to return."

"Auntie, where did that wolf come from?"

There was a dark glint in Emily's eye. "Everyone in the castle is accounted for, except for Harriet."

Lyra's stomach sank, the lump in her throat growing. Harriet would have been defenseless against it. "It didn't get her…did it? Auntie…please!"

Emily shook her head. "Lyra, that wolf, it is Harriet."

…

Harry leaned against a wall as he, Emily and Minerva watched Walburga heal Harriet. The female werewolf's stomach was slowly rising and falling as Walburga applied a salve all over her body.

"Lyra is distraught, of course." Emily said.

"This is quite the development. How did she keep it hidden from you, daddy?" Minerva asked.

Harry pushed off the wall, strolling to the bedside, where the wolf's scars were already closing up, its accelerated healing factor barely needing the salve. "I don't think she did. At least, not purposefully."

Emily nodded. She and Harry were having a mental conversation, and they were reaching a very disturbing conclusion that would only be confirmed once they spoke to Harriet in the morning.

Harry took a quick glance at Bellatrix, who had been left in a crib by Walburga when Emily had brought Harriet in. He was forced to do a double take.

Bellatrix was staring at Harriet, and her violet eyes were glowing.

"Minerva, bring Bellatrix over." Harry ordered.

"Yes, daddy." Minerva acquiesced, though she was confused as to why had asked her to do so.

Emily and Walburga looked equally perplexed.

Minerva gasped when she saw Bellatrix's eyes. She grabbed the baby, cradling her head as she carried her over to the bedside.

The closer Bellatrix got, the brighter the glow in her eyes became.

"Walburga, do you have any clue about what's going on here?" Harry asked.

Walburga shook her head. "Father might know,"

Harry very much doubted that. Otherwise, Lord Black wouldn't have let his brother discard the child so callously.

"Whatever it is, it's not just a light show." Emily pointed towards the bed, where Harriet's form was shifting wildly.

Walburga gasped, thinking the werewolf was about to tear through its restraints and leap up at her. But, instead, Harriet's body began to shrink.

For a moment the adults thought that Bellatrix was somehow reversing the transformation, but that was proven wrong. Harriet returned to her human size, her limbs reaching their normal proportions and her snout shrinking completely until a normal mouth and lips were left in its wake, but that's where everything stopped.

She retained her black-tipped nose, the ears and the long, fluffy tail. Her body was still covered in light-gray fur, though the hair on her head remained the same set of messy raven locks. Her hands had settled into a sort-of hybrid state, somewhere in between fingers and paws, with sharp claws still protruding prominently.

The occupants in the room waited for anything else to happen, but Bellatrix's eyes stopped glowing, and the baby looked up at Walburga expectantly, a sign the woman had quickly associated with hunger.

"Go ahead, Walburga, feed her." Emily urged as she, Harry and Minerva stepped up.

"I have no doubt that this change is permanent." Minerva said from over her spectacles.

Harry and Emily trusted her judgment. Though she was not at their level in practical magic, Minerva's intuitive understanding of transfiguration was on another level. Harry, who had always placed Minerva as lesser than Dumbledore in terms of transfiguration, had been proven wrong by just how naturally gifted she was. Dumbledore could perform transfigurations that Minerva couldn't, but Minerva understood the branch at a deeper level than anyone.

"Well, we should wake her up then." Harry turned his head towards the door. "And you three can come in now."

There was a beat of silence before Emily sighed, waving her hand and causing Harry's three daughters to tumble into the room.

Delphi and Fleur rushed over to Harriet's bed-side, while Lyra was walking at a more sedate pace, still feeling guilty over having hurt her older sister.

"She looks so cute!" Delphi squealed.

Fleur turned to look up at Harry. "Daddy, when I gain my avian form, it will look much more beautiful than this."

Harry chuckled. "I'm sure, Fleur."

Lyra said nothing, looking over the wolf-girl with worried eyes.

"Rennervate."

Harriet's eyes snapped open, still the same emerald green, and with the way they struggled to focus, it was clear she still needed her glasses.

Minerva grabbed them from the bedside table and handed them to the girl, who took them shakily and put them on.

Harriet was avoiding looking at anyone, she was shaking considerably. When she caught sight of herself in the mirror, her lip trembled as salty tears fell on her furry cheek.

But more than her new appearance, there was something else that had her completely distraught.

"D-Daddy…I-I s-swear I-I d-d-din't-"

Harry put his hand on her shoulder, a gesture that startled the poor girl. "I know, Harriet, I know you didn't do this on purpose."

"Y-You do?"

"Of course, my sweet. I went through your mind, and suffice to say, even if you had actually had mental defenses, they would not have stood up to my probes."

Harriet didn't feel any indignation at finding out that daddy had searched her mind. He was daddy, her mind was his, just as the rest of her. She felt a modicum of relief, and her body sagged slightly, though only slightly.

"W-What happens now?" She asked, fearing what the answer would be. It seemed that life would never cease to be cruel to her. Just as she had found a true home, it had been ripped away from her.

Harry's brow furrowed. "Whatever do you mean?" He asked.

"Now that I'm a freak. What's going to happen to me?"

Everyone shared startled looks. It hurt Harriet to look at them, to look at the family that she had loved for only a fleeting moment.

Harriet felt the weight shift on the bed. She looked up to see daddy settling in next to her, an intense look in his eyes. Around them, everyone was leaning closer, even Walburga and the nursing Bellatrix were only inches from the bed. When she caught Lyra's eye, the girl had a look almost as fierce as her father.

Harry lifted her chin up, and she stared up at that handsome face of the only man she would ever love.

"You don't understand, Harriet. You're my daughter, and once you're mine, I don't ever let you go."

Her lip was trembling again, even worse than before. Harry dipped his head down and kissed her, just as he had always kissed her, full of passion and love.

Harriet couldn't believe it, she shook as her tears rolled down even harder now. She shuddered into the kiss, unable to believe her daddy could love her so completely, so all-encompassing.

She felt another body press up against her back. It was Lyra, placing gentle kisses on her neck as she gently stroked her back.

Harry pulled back from the kiss and let Harriet bury her head in his chest as she continued to sob.

Now everyone was crowding her. Even Delphi and Fleur went against their usual selves, deciding to help comfort their older sister as they snuggled into her in between the bigger bodies.

When Harriet finally calmed down, she beamed up at all of them. "I love you."

Lyra couldn't help it anymore, she turned her sister's head and pulled her into a deep kiss.

Emily smiled, nodding towards Walburga and Minerva as she quickly yanked Fleur and Delphi away. "We'll meet you back in the room, dear."

Harry smiled at his wife, sharing a deep kiss of his own before the women left, leaving behind only Harry, Harriet and Lyra.

For a few moments, Harry was content to just sit back and watch as his daughters kissed with so much love and passion. Lyra was rubbing behind Harriet's ears, and the wolf girl seemed to find that very enjoyable, as evidenced by the way her tail was wagging.

It was all quite beautiful, but Harry's cock was growing in need, and so he decided it was time to get involved.

Harry pushed Harriet forward, making her fall on top of Lyra as the girls continued to kiss. With a snap of his fingers, their clothing vanished, and he was left with a wonderful sight.

His little wolf-girl's body was oh-so enticing, with her soft fur and her tight, athletic frame. Her cunt was sopping wet for him already, emanating a deep musk that made him wonder if Harriet would now experience heat.

A thought for a later time, for now, all that mattered was that he lined his cock up with her cunt as he grabbed the base of her tail and lifted it up.

The way all the hairs on Harriet's body stood on end when Harry grabbed her tail made his cock bob in place. Lyra was rubbing her cunt against her older sister, and as much as he would love to just let the two girls scissor, Harry needed to sink into Harriet's hot sheath.

And so he did. Harry pressed his cock against Harriet's piping hot entrance, already able to note small differences in the texture and feel. He bit his lip as he pressed forward and downward, sinking into Harriet's wolf-cunt.

His daughter broke away from her kiss with Lyra to let out a little howl. Such an adorable, sexy little sound. Lyra continued to rub her ears, kissing down Harriet's neck before zeroing in on her perky little chest.

Lyra truly was a wonderful daughter, she deserved a reward.

Harry pulled out of Harriet, slowly, wanting to draw out the painful spikes of pleasure as his massive cock retreated from her tunnel. Once he was out, he aimed downward and sheathed himself in Lyra, who's turn it was to gasp out in pleasure.

The thumb of his left hand, still holding up Harriet's tail, circled downward, teasing Harriet's rosebud before finally pushing in. Meanwhile, Harry built a punishing rhythm with his daughters, giving each one a hard, powerful stroke before slowly pulling out and plunging into the other.

The girls loved it, soon becoming fully engrossed in each other as their daddy pounded their tender pussies with his hard rod.

The two made such a pair, the wolf-girl and the goth. He was sure that their specific bond would only grow as they got older, and he would be more than happy to breed them together, just as he would with Fleur and Delphi.

Thoughts of breeding his daughters always heightened his pleasure. Harry began to quicken his pace, now pistoning in and out of each cunt, his pelvis slapping against their flesh as the young girls now just held each other close, faces nuzzled into each other's shoulder as they took the reaming their daddy served them.

Harriet came first, already primed after such emotional turmoil, as well as the finger in her ass. Her pussy contracted just as Harry pulled out of her, and Harry knew his release was imminent as he pushed into Lyra.

He crashed against his first daughter's pussy, sending her off on her own towering peak. He was about to cum, and he knew they both deserved the load.

So, he let his first few spurts go off inside of Lyra. Then, as rapidly as he could, he pulled out of her and plunged back into Harriet. Only a small streak of cum was lost, coating both girl's lips. The rest was all sucked in by Harriet's hungry wolf-cunt, which milked her daddy's cock for all it was worth.

Harry was very grateful for his command of the castle. He let Hogwarts whisk them up to their quarters on a cloud, as he was sure none of them had the energy or desire to move from each other's embrace.

…

The Temple of Apollo at Delphi. The sacred precinct, the seat of Pythia, also known as the Oracle of Delphi.

The muggles had long thought the temple destroyed, with only a set of ruins left in its stead. This was all a lie, of course, the temple had remained standing, being a focal point of Greek magical society, as well as the seat of the most revered seer in the entirety of the old world.

Nowadays, there was no need for the temple to be hidden, of course. Emily and Harry trudged their way up the stone path to the temple. It was night time in Greece, but there were still a good amount of people milling about near the temple, and they all bowed reverently as their lord and lady passed by them.

Harry noted that the witches and wizards here liked to lead their muggles around on leashes like pets, something that wasn't really done in England. It was interesting to see trends develop across the world. Regardless of who was their one true lord, people would always express their individuality.

They entered the temple, finding it empty outside of Pythia, the high priestess, the world's foremost seer, an elderly woman, though she did not look frail. She was sitting high up on a tripod, her long flowing red robes reaching almost down to the floor. Her chair was placed directly above a crack in the earth, where vapor constantly rose, twisting and coalescing around her.

"My lord." She did not speak English, but she could speak parseltongue. "I sent everyone away, in anticipation of our meeting."

Harry and Emily shared a look before they stepped forward. Emily conjured a large, golden loveseat which the two sat on.

"I take it you are aware of what has happened?" Harry asked.

The oracle nodded. "She wants to talk to you, sir."

"She?" Harry questioned.

The oracle didn't respond. Instead, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, taking on a golden glow. Her mouth dropped open, the same golden light bursting forth from it. The old woman's body levitated off the tripod, her limbs falling lip as the being possessing her body spoke.

"I take it you received my gift?"

"Quite a gift." Harry quipped.

The being laughed, even though the oracle's mouth did not move. "I needed some way to draw your attention. When the girl fell through the veil, I found my opportunity."

"Who exactly are you?" Emily asked with more than a bit of irritation.

"You two have figured it out already. I'm the being you call fate, one of the primal forces of the universe."

Harry and Emily had speculated that it was something like this, but having it confirmed did not assuage their concerns.

"And what does fate want with a humble human such as myself?"

Another laugh, this one deep enough that it reverberated throughout the entire temple. A big puff of steam was expelled from the crack, obscuring their view for a few moments.

"There is no need for false modesty, Harry Potter."

"Then what? Are you here to try and punish me? Do you want to destroy the peaceful world I've created?"

The oracle's neck gave a sick snap as her head twisted to the side in a gross imitation of a human gesture, "I care not for your human concerns of morality, Mr. Potter. Which bodes well for you."

Harry placed his hand over Emily's. They did not talk, not even through their mental link, but they were ready to fight fate itself if they needed to.

"What is it that you need then, fate? Could you get to the point?" Emily asked.

"Of course. You see, all that I seek is balance. Amongst the many worlds I oversee, there are ones like yours, where the dark triumphs, and there are others where the light governs. But there must always be a balance, a perfectly maintained equilibrium between these worlds."

Harry began to understand. "And right now, the scale is tipping in one direction."

"Indeed. The light has been consuming the dark across the worlds, it is upsetting the balance, That is why I have found you, Harry Potter, A champion of the dark that can restore order."

"And why exactly would I do that?" Harry asked.

Another deep chuckle followed. "I may not be able to affect you directly, Harry Potter, but there are many Harry Potters I can send your way. Righteous ones, ones that are much more competent than your pet wolf."

"We'll tear them apart." Emily snarled.

"I'm sure you will. But, more importantly, Harry Potter, I know there is an individual who you desperately wish to be born. I know you've sequestered her parents away, but even then, how sure are you that you will succeed? Even if you knew the exact moment of conception, what is to say that the same sperm will meet the egg this time around?"

Harry's eyes narrowed. He kept his anger under control, knowing there was nothing he could do about this being.

For now.

"So what, you want to send me to worlds with a 'good' outcome and throw them into chaos?"

"Precisely."

Harry did not like it one bit. He was a dark, twisted individual. He had no compunctions about his own desires, he owned them, accepted them, embraced them. But, if other Harry Potters had found ways to achieve peace, or at least stability, he felt no desire to go out and destroy what they'd achieved.

But the truth was, fate had him by the balls. All because of that one redhead that Harry would never be able to let go of.

Harry glanced at Emily and she nodded.

"Alright, we accept. But just know, we will not be beholden to you, we will do this at our own pace."

"On my timescale, it should be plenty enough. As long as you work efficiently. I will contact you next summer with your first assignment. A good education is paramount after all."

Fate let out one last cackling laugh before its possession of the oracle ended. The old woman's body fell lifelessly onto the stone floor.

Harry and Emily did not share a word or a thought as they left the temple. They both knew they could not afford to. But they did not need to think to begin plotting. They were entering the realm of gods now, they would need to be precise.

They needed to create a pocket dimension, somewhere where they could plot openly against fate without being overheard.

Because they instantly both knew that was their new goal was. They would have no master save for themselves, and the being that called itself fate was just another Grindlewald that needed to be toppled on their way to the top.

Harry had a slight smile. After all, fate had not mentioned it, but Harry held an all important title, a title that would become much more relevant in this new stage they were entering.

He was, after all, the Master of Death.