Harriet awoke in Xander's arms, feeling immensely satisfied with the turns her life had taken for once. Opening her eyes she found herself looking into the curious faces of Ginny and Luna. “Eeep!” She immediately burrowed under the covers waking Xander.
“Let me get a shower first honey,” he muttered half awake.
Naturally she bit him.
“Oww!” Xander yelped leaping out of bed, naked and with part of him clearly disagreeing with the words that had come out of his mouth.
“Wow,” Ginny said, clearly torn between looking at the uncovered Harriet and examining the nude newcomer.
“How in the world did it fit?” Luna asked curiously.
The two teens froze for a moment.
“I … where are my clothes?” Xander asked.
“I believe they're all scattered between here and the stairs,” Luna offered.
“I'll go collect them,” Xander said.
“Ummm.” Harriet frowned, unable to think of what to say but not wanting him to leave.
“I'll get our clothes and then I believe someone promised to wash my back,” Xander reminded her.
Harriet's smile was quickly followed by a flash of light. “Luna are you taking nude pictures of me?” Harriet asked in shock.
“Just your head,” Luna replied while messing with the camera, “full body nudes require a lot of preparation so you can look your best, but head shots of naked people make them look more open somehow.”
“When did you two get here?” Harriet asked, trying desperately to change the subject.
“We stayed over,” Luna said. “I stayed because daddy's gone out of country on a story and Ginny stayed to keep me company.”
“You guys kept us up a bit late, but it was fairly instructive,” Ginny mused.
“Instructive?” Harried asked paling.
“The bit where he explained oral to you and what he liked,” Luna confided sitting on a bed.
“And the bit where you were giving him directions for discovering what you like,” Ginny added.
Xander had chosen that moment to return, his arms full of clothing. “So we were so wrapped up in one another we didn't even note the room was occupied?” he asked.
“That or Harriet was showing off, though she never struck me as the type,” Luna said thoughtfully.
Harriet groaned and buried her head underneath her pillow.
“Could you explain some things to me?” Luna asked hopefully.
“If I can,” Xander agreed, his nudity forgotten.
“Well,” Luna asked shyly, “what does it mean when ...”
“I think we're done,” Nick said as the group watched the sun rise from atop the clouds, as the ship sailed the sky.
“I got Wormtail!” Peter said, holding up a cage containing a rat with a silver paw.
“I got a splinter,” Sirius whined, making everyone roll their eyes.
“Definitely done,” Snape said solemnly before letting out a loud belch, “someone drank all the rum.”
Nick looked at the passed out potions master fondly. “That's my boy.”
Perenelle chuckled. “And we've run out of Death Eater estates.”
“Not to mention I'm pretty sure that the guy without a nose was the big bad,” Penny added.
“Grapeshot load made a mess of him,” Perenelle said proudly.
“Let the bastard float around without a body for another decade,” Nick said, “gives me plenty of time to prepare a prison for him.”
“Prison?” Penny asked.
“He's not the first immortal unkillable we've run across,” Perenelle said. “It’s too much of a hassle to hunt down their soul anchors, so we generally just imprison them in an accelerated time field and wait until they're so bored they'd prefer death and then ask where they are.”
“Entrapping them in a gem and tossing them through the veil of death works,” Nick said, “but that takes all the fun out of it.”
Narcissa Malfoy cursed being forced to marry Lucius once more, as she crept out of the safe room waving at Lillian to stay behind.
The pop of a house elf appearing almost gave her a heart attack. “We is almost done repairing pirate damage mistress,” the nobby green creature told her.
“Where are Lucius and Draco?” she asked putting away her wand.
“We elves is not sensing them.”
“Dead?” she asked, not sure if she should be happy or sad.
The elf shook its head. “Away, away, away.”
“Prepare breakfast,” she ordered before calling out, “Lillian we appear to be safe.”
A young lady, who resembled her mother enough to be mistaken for her twin if their ages had been closer, timidly came out. “The pirates are gone?”
“It seems that way,” she agreed. A small part of her hoped Draco was killed during the attack as she took in the bruises her daughter was unable to conceal.
“I'd best go wait in his room,” Lillian said haltingly as she turned and walked down the richly decorated halls of her cage.
Narcissa almost reached out to her, but knowledge of her daughter's eventual fate stilled her hand. Turning she walked to the fireplace and tried to fire call the Minister, and then the Ministry, and finally the Three Broomsticks, all to no avail... apparently the floo had been knocked offline.
Sighing she walked down to the foyer so she could apparate to the Ministry as well as put in a work order to get the floo fixed, but her attempts to apparate did nothing more than leave her tired and gasping for breath. It was as if she'd tried to apparate across the sea, rather than an anti-apparition ward so she didn't panic.
Narcissa wasn't going to let a little thing like the floo being out and her inability to apparate stop her. Taking a moment to catch her breath she fetched a broom from the hall closet and stepped outside. Sitting sidesaddle she surveyed the manor and the grounds from the air. The elves had done their typical job; meaning everything looked as if they'd never been attacked.
Gaining altitude she shot forward and almost lost control as she passed the manor's ward line and the sky turned black as night. Freezing in atavistic terror she shakily flew back toward her home, welcoming the warmth and light of the manor as she entered its bubble.
When she was a child she had been told the Blacks named their children after stars so they'd remember where they came from and from the looks of things someone had returned them there.
She shakily put away the broom and wondered what she should do next.
“What should Letty be doing about guests down in cells?” the little brown elf asked.
“Set extra plates for breakfast,” Narcissa replied absently, thanking the gods the manor had a wine cellar big enough to drown her sorrows until the suckers grew gills.
“Seems a shame we got all the rich Death Eaters already,” Nicholas said with a sigh.
“Got any rich crooked politicians?” Penny asked.
“At least half a dozen worth looting,” he replied, beginning to grin.
“What do you say - ” Perenelle began and then sighed as she saw they were the only ones awake as both Padfoots and even Wormtail were passed out.
“I'll handle the cannons,” Penny said, “you two take care of topside.”
“Let’s start with Fudge,” Nicholas said with an evil grin.
Luna had quite a few questions and it took nearly half an hour for the two to get away to take their shower.
The steam in the shower room obscured what they were doing even as the sound was magnified and echoed back.
“Wish I'd met you years ago,” Harried panted when they stopped for a breather.
“I'm pretty sure if we were doing this even a couple of months ago I'd be in jail now.”
Harriet laughed. “Maybe.”
“I doubt her aunt or uncle would have pressed charges,” Luna offered.
“Luna?” Harriet asked.
“Yes?” came Luna's voice from the left.
“Why are you here?”
“You know I always shower in the morning at the same time you and Ginny do,” the blonde replied.
“Ginny?” Harriet asked.
“Hold on, I've got soap in my eyes,” Ginny called out from the other side. “Damn, dropped the soap!” the red headed witch cursed. “Hold up.”
“Oww!” Xander and Ginny hissed.
“Something poked me in the eye!” Ginny complained.
“You've got three guesses and the first two don't count,” Xander said.
The steam was swept away a few seconds later, by a few flaps of Harriet's wings Xander saw.
Ginny had a hand over her left eye. “Sorry about that.”
“It's okay,” Xander replied.
“And why did you feel the need to follow me into the showers today?” Harriet asked Luna with a mild glare.
Luna stood not more than six inches away, a pair of tattered gray moth wings fluttering behind her. “I … he's a traveler,” Luna said timidly, “I don't want him to take you away from me.”
“Oh Luna,” Harriet said wrapping her arms and wings around the smaller girl. “I'm not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” Luna pleaded.
“I promise,” Harriet swore, holding her tight. After a few seconds she asked, “Are you playing with my bum?”
“He seemed to get a great deal of pleasure out of doing so, so I thought I'd try,” Luna replied.
Harriet chuckled and released Luna, whose wings were a bit less tattered and had faint traces of orange and black now.
“And you Ginny?”
The younger redhead shrugged, her large blue wings shedding a few feathers from a tear in one. “I just came along to masturbate while you two were going at it.”
“That actually surprises me less than it should,” Harriet said. “Well much as I enjoy your company, I think we should be dressed for hanging out rather than naked.”
“Seconded,” Xander said before Harriet pulled him toward the door. “You two finish up and we'll meet you downstairs to go to breakfast.”
As the two were leaving, Ginny asked Luna, “So, was playing with her ass fun?”
“It sets off some very nice tingles!” Luna chimed brightly.
“I thought so,” Ginny said, “and now I can finish.”
The door closed behind them.
“Sorry about that, usually they're not so ...” she searched for a word.
“Concerned for a friend they love dearly?” Xander asked.
“I was going to say bisexual horn dogs, but yeah,” Harriet admitted.
“If they weren't underage I'd be making all sorts of inappropriate comments,” Xander said, “but since they are I'll limit myself to saying you're lucky to have them.”
“Yes I am, and I know it too,” she replied as they dried off and got dressed.
Xander wondered about the wings, but since he only saw them in intimate moments he decided not to ask, in case it was something private.
Xander's car landed smoothly in front of the great hall disgorging its load of disheveled passengers.
Dumbledore and Minerva entered looking much better than the hung over and disheveled group that followed them in.
“Hey Padfoot,” Xander called out from where he sat, sandwiched by redheads and eating lunch while answering the many strange questions the blonde girl asked.
“Shhh!” hissed the hung over wizards following the two staff members. The staff hissed back a half dozen responses in parseltongue.
“Did we skip worlds again?” Sirius asked, obviously confused.
“Nah, me and Harriet made everyone jewelry that allows them to speak parseltongue,” Xander explained.
“You did most of the work,” Harriet said.
“You killed the beast, made the tools, and charged the items,” Xander said, “I think that gives you a lot more credit for making the items than my doing prep work.”
“Fine, my brute strength and your stunning intellect,” she teased.
“If I'm the brains of this outfit we're all in trouble,” Xander replied as they all broke out in laughter.
“If Tommy boy still had a body he'd go spare,” Snape said leaning on a Padfoot.
“We had a bit too much to drink and kinda offed your Dark Lord, sorry,” Sirius apologized.
“Is he gone for good?” Harriet asked hopefully.
“Close enough that I can handle the rest like I did the last one,” Dumbledore promised.
“And we got Wormtail!” Peter said holding up a cage. “So, you never have to see any Dursley ever again.”
Harriet squealed, making the previously drunken wizards collapse to the floor and moan in pain, before grabbing Xander where upon she nearly sucked out one of his fillings. “Bed now!” she ordered.
Xander leapt to his feet and strode off, carrying her and after a couple of seconds Ginny and Luna hurried after them.
“Good pair of lungs on that girl,” Sirius mused from the floor.
“And did you see the way she was confident and take charge?” Snape asked proudly from somewhere behind him.
“We've raised a great girl,” Peter said.
“Who got stuck teaching her the contraceptive charm?” Sirius asked, figuring there would be a funny story behind it.
“Peter,” Snape said just as Peter said, “Snape.”
“Oops,” Sirius laughed. “Well … maybe they can't cross breed?”
“Cross breed?” Dumbledore asked.
“He's not a wizard or a muggle,” Sirius replied, “he's a good bloke and strong as Hagrid though in addition to being skilled with runes.”
“He seems to heal the mind of people he's in contact with,” Snape offered as he crawled underneath one of the house tables to escape the sunlight.
“Heals with a touch, enormous strength, good with runes but appears human,” Remus said thoughtfully.
“I'm thinking Vanir, Norse pantheon,” Dumbledore said after a minute.
“Dad's also known as the One Who Sees,” Penny offered cheerfully.
“Odin's get,” Minerva said. “Merlin was rumored to be of his line, though he never came right out and admitted it.”
“I don't suppose you'd know?” Dumbledore asked Penny.
“Mama Anya always said he was a viking in the sack and she was married to a viking a millenia ago, before she turned him into a troll. Dad … has always been dad, encouraging people and getting into trouble.”
“Sounds like Odin to me,” Sirius said cheerfully. “Hope you like changing nappies Padfoot.”
“How did Ginny get a black eye?” Minerva asked changing the subject.
A couple of house elves examined the car and the large amount of space inside it, noting all the cleaning that needed to be done with something akin to religious awe.
Nearly two thirds of the Hogwarts elves vanished into the back seat of Xander's car, leaving the remaining elves with roughly three times the amount of work to do as normal.
And there was much rejoicing. The next night …
“So car, double decker bus and two wooden sailing ships that'll scare the piss out of everyone?” Xander asked, making sure he had it right.
“Yep and Dumbledore says there's some magic about the car that allows it to pass through the walls of reality, so you're right it is the car.”
“What controls it?”
“No idea, maybe it listens when we talk?” Sirius guessed.
“You may have something there,” Xander said, recalling how they arrived.
“The ships turned out almost perfectly.”
“Except for the evil fear inducing fog,” Xander said.
“Nah, I consider that a bonus,” Sirius said proudly, “the problem is the Captain's quarters.”
“What about them?” Xander asked.
“Well we planned the design so the back seat would be down where the bilge was, when we're in ship form and the ships interior spaces would be in the glove box, when it was a car but …”
“I kinda misplaced the decimal so the captain's quarters are ten times the size I had planned. Makes me feel like a cartoon mouse in there.”
Xander laughed. “Build a ladder so I can reach the bed and it'll be fine.”
“I think that's about all I have to share,” Sirius said.
“What about Penny's castle?”
“You already know about that,” he waved it off, “it's in place and Penny's looking pretty happy; you're just looking for an excuse to stick around.”
“I know,” Xander admitted, “and if I didn't have to rescue my other daughters I would, but I'd never forgive myself if I let them get eaten by zombies.”
“You should go,” Harriet told him, pulling back the hood of her invisibility cloak.
“Snuck out?” Sirius asked.
“Yeah, but it probably only gave me a slight head start, so unless you want teary eyed farewells I'd leave now,” she said giving Xander a hug.
“Okay,” Xander said softly, giving her a kiss and forcing himself to get in the car.
Sirius hopped in. “Hit it.”
As they drove off Xander saw Harriet watching them leave in the rear view mirror where she was quickly joined by Luna and Ginny, all three waving, large healthy wings fanned out behind them. AN: Typing by godogma.
AN2: No I don’t know what the hell was up with the wings.