Master Harry - Commissioned Story

I thought since everyone has to wait for new stuff until I can coherently put words together that I would share an old commission. It was purchased & produced quite a while ago now.
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Summary:
Voldemort never took power. 

Lily and James Potter never died that night.
Harry grew up with his mother, father, aunt Andi, and cousin Nym. Everything was great until James didn't return from an assignment.

In this world the wizards hold more power than any witch. They are able to claim a witch and bind her power to them. The official term is 'consort', some have taken to calling them slaves.

At 16 a wizard and witches magic finally matures. Once that happens 'unclaimed' witch can be taken. To help ease things along, Hogwarts starts at 16. Witches and Wizards are transported to Hogwarts separately, the wizards are sorted. The witches are given the option to find a wizard with magic that calls to them. All others are under protection by Hogwarts until they graduate.

On his 16th birthday Harry receives a message from his father. He has twenty-four hours to claim his mother, aunt, and cousin before a fading protection ends.

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Harry woke up and stretched in his bed. Today was his sixteenth birthday! That meant Hogwarts, finally. He was pretty sure his mother had roped his aunt Andi into getting a surprise party arranged. They had been acting weird lately. His mother was the worst of the bunch. She had taken to watching him when she thought he couldn't see her. The only one who was acting normal was Nym.

Normal for her at least.

Turning sixteen also meant he had to accept his responsibilities as Lord Potter. Whatever that meant. If his father was still alive it would fall to him to explain things. There were a lot of strange unspoken rules about the magical world that Harry wasn't privy to.

He rolled out of bed and stumbled over to his bathroom. They didn't live in a big house. Potter Manor was locked away under protective wards until he claimed his Lordship. His father hadn't become Lord Potter in silent protest against his Pureblood lineage. Whatever that meant. The reality of the situation was that he, his mother Lily, his aunt Andi, and his cousin Nym all lived in a four-bedroom house in a muggle village near Potter Manor. Thankfully, Harry had his own private bathroom.

Harry let his mind wonder as he got the shower to the perfect temperature. Something felt different. He didn't know how to quantify it, but there was something new at the edge of his awareness. Not a pressure, or even a tingle, it was a presence. Multiple, actually.

It didn't feel bad, or hostile, it was just there.

Harry concentrated, trying to figure out what was going on. He felt them shift, a pulse of magic reverberated around him. The answer came to him. That feeling was his mother, aunt Andi, and Nym. He knew where they were in the house. He could feel their surprise. There was something else lingering in the connection as well. The sensation was too new for him to figure out.

He stood in the shower longer than usual, trying to wrap his head around this new development. The only change he could think of was that it was his birthday. His magic had finally matured enough to maintain a stable baseline. Up until this point, the amount of magical power he could wield was undefined, a hypothetical based on comparing his father and grandfather.

Now, it was certain. Most studies used the imagery of water to explain things. As a child, a wizard is in the shallows, carefully exploring but unable to reach the depths. Once they hit sixteen, the shape of their container, their magical core, takes its full shape. For some, it's a pond or lake, while for others it can be an ocean.

Right now, Harry felt like he felt like his magic was the fucking Pacific Ocean.

The thing that was messing with his head was that he could feel how powerful his mother, aunt, and cousin were. It didn't make sense. His mother had always seemed so amazing. She was a witch that others idolized. Her work in charms and potions were literally world famous. Yet, she felt like a boat awash in his ocean. It was the same with Andi and Nym.

Harry got out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around himself and stepped into his room. A small smile crossed his face when he saw a present on his bed. The box was haphazardly wrapped and there was a sheen to the paper. There was no way he could mistake a gift from his father.

James Potter had died when Harry was a child, but the memories were good ones. Through the years a gift would pop up that had been set aside before his death. They were easy to find as they looked like they had been wrapped by a drunk toddler. His father could have asked one of the house elves to do it, but the wonky paper made them feel special.

Harry grabbed the camera on top of his dresser and snapped a picture. It was a muggle kind. He liked to save the memory of each package, but it didn't need to be magical. There wasn't much use in having a moving picture of a box.

He took a seat on his bed and pulled the present into his lap. There was a surprising amount of tape. Harry carefully undid each strip. It was a bit silly, but he wanted to keep the wrapping paper. Eventually, he got to the box, and opened it up.

Harry scowled. There was an envelope. His father could be a dick at times. He plucked the envelope from the box. Once his fingers touched it, the box exploded into a cloud of confetti, knocking Harry to the floor.

"Oh man." A man said through laughter. "That went so much better than expected."

Harry scowled up at the glowing blue transparent form of his father.

"Are you a ghost?" Harry asked.

"No." James answered, he pointed down.

Harry followed the motion to where his father's feet were. The form was connected to the envelope.

"Fancy bit of enchantment, right?" The image of James Potter preened.

"Yeah." Harry tilted his head to the side. "Is this like a painting?"

"Kind of." James replied. "Your mom took me to watch Star Wars and those hologram things were too awesome to forget."

"Then why didn't you send this to me when I was a kid?" Harry asked.

"I needed your magic to charge it." James explained. "Now, stop interrupting me. I have stuff to tell you."

Harry stood up. He tightened the tower around his waist. James crossed his arms and waited.

"You could put on some pants." James said. "I wouldn't mind."

"Hurry up, go get dressed, make up your mind." Harry muttered.

"Don't sass me, young man." James chuckled. "I'm sure you've noticed some changes already. You're getting hair in strange places, your voice-"

"Stop it. Stop. It." Harry glared at the ghost, echo, thing. "I have had the puberty talk."

"Fine." James sighed. "If you're seeing this then I'm dead. That sucks, but hopefully I died in an amazing event that will be remembered in legend. If not, let's just pretend that I did." He looked to Harry for an explanation.

"You were on assignment with an Unspeakable." Harry said with a shrug. "That's all they told us."

James shook his head. "It's always something with them. Stay away from them. You've got just as much chance turning into paste as you do becoming your own grandfather."

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You were going to tell me something?"

"Right." James said with a nod. "You're sixteen now, so you've probably noticed some changes." He held up a hand before Harry could interrupt again. "To your magic. You can probably feel other people around you. Especially the ladies."

Harry nodded. "Go on."

"Witches outnumber Wizards three to one in the magical world." James explained. "But Wizards are much more powerful. Some people say it was something Merlin did to control Morgan Le Fey, but no one really knows. What we do know is that this difference in power makes witches submissive to wizards."

"Pardon?" Harry asked. "But mom-"

"Lily is an incredibly powerful witch." James cut in. "Even then, her magic will seek out a stronger wizard. A witch claimed by a wizard will share their magic. This makes the witch stronger than she could ever be on her own and gives her protection. An unclaimed witch can be manipulated into something barely above a house elf."

"What about mom and aunt Andi?" Harry asked. "They aren't with anyone."

"Technically." James replied. "They were attached to me. Now that you are sixteen and have access to your full power, they are waiting to be claimed by you."

"I'm supposed to claim mom and aunt Andi?" Harry asked.

"Yes." James nodded. "And Nymphadora. She's supposed to be yours when you turn sixteen regardless."

"I need a moment to think." Harry sat back on the bed.

"No can do, kiddo." James said. "You need to claim them as soon as you can. They are only technically yours. Until then, they're unattached and free for some evil bastard to come along and slap a collar on them. My claim to them is already starting to fade. You've got maybe two or three days, depending on how powerful you are. Right now, your aura is masking them as long as they are close. All it takes is one trip to the market for them to get snatched up."

"Shit." Harry grumbled.

"Language." James snapped. "This merits at least a Holy Shit."

Harry stared at the echo of his father. "And how do I claim them?"

"There is a special ritual." James pulled himself into a more proper stance. "At midnight, under the full moon, using a silver blade you must join blood."

Harry started at the echo of his father. He tried to figure out how long it was until the next full moon. A silver blade would be easy enough to gather.

"Nah, I'm just fucking with you." James laughed.

"You're a dick." Harry glared.

"It's a simple process at his point." James was still chuckling "Their magic is reaching out for someone stronger. There's a small ritual. Some words, cum in all three holes, and then they are yours."

Harry blinked. "Did you just say I had to cum in all three holes? What do you mean by that?"

"Oral, Vaginal, and Anal. Usually in that order. Rarely do you go ass to mouth." James rambled.

Harry stared blankly at the echo.

"You said you've ready had the talk." James shrugged. "When a witch and a wizard love each other very much, or just really randy, they get naked-"

"I understand that part!" Harry snapped. "You do realize that you're talking about my mother and aunt, right?"

"It's a little awkward, but you'll get through it." James shrugged. "You're telling me that you've never stroked the bishop thinking about Lily? And Andi is 'technically' your aunt. She was my consort and became yours after my death."

Harry blanched. "Does that mean that Nym is my sister?"

"No, she is my gift to you." James explained. "Uncle Ted died and left Andi to me. She's a sweet lady, but she's not my type."

Harry stood there thinking. He would be a liar if he had never said that he hadn't thought of his mom during more than a few long, hot showers. Aunt Andi had been a subject of fantasy as well. Hell, Nym practically had a starring role in his wet dreams for the last few years.

"What do you mean by consort?" Harry asked.

"It's a nice word for slave." James replied simply. "Listen, only an idiot will dismiss the witches he controls. Your mother is amazing at charms and potions. Andi knows more about politics and law than most supposed Pureblood Lords."

"And Nym?" Harry asked.

"No fucking clue about her." James chuckled. "My memory of her is when she was like… seven?"

Harry let the information sink in. He stared at the echo of his father. James, for all his helpfulness, scanned the room. He couldn't move more than a couple of feet in either direction, but he seemed to enjoy the freedom he had.

"What are you thinking?" James asked.

"I'm thinking it's time for breakfast." Harry replied simply.

Harry was a fugue as he walked down to breakfast. He could smell something cooking as he got closer. Even from a distance he could smell the eggs, bacon, and toast. The voices of his mother, aunt, and Nym drifted through the house.

He would be Lord Potter soon. If he didn't claim them, someone else would, and there was no way to know who that would be. With his luck, it would be some evil bastard that would hold them hostage to get Harry their bidding.