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"Hmm_ Perhaps it would be better if you started at the beginning."
With a deep sigh, Harry sits down and tells Dumbledore the events of the day, when he's finished he says, "I know I'm panicking easily Albus, but with everything that's happened, I don't even know what to think."
"I don't consider it panicking Harry. I'm just glad that you still trust me enough to come to me when you're in need of information."
Harry grins, "Who else could I turn to? You're the most powerful wizard on our side so if I want the information, I really have no other choice."
"Regardless, I still value your trust. I'm not quite sure how much of this can be attributed to the spell and how much is simply you being a young male of not inconsiderable power."
"How so Albus?"
"Well, you see Harry, the Apparation could only have come from the ladies, unless Tom passed it on to you, but the pouring of magical energy into your voice is something that you could easily do on your own if you were properly provoked."
"So, do you have any advice?"
"Yes, sit back and enjoy the ride my boy."
Harry can't conceal his surprise, "What do you mean sir?"
"Harry, my boy, those ladies only concern in life is your happiness. From what little I've been able to find so far, the two should worship you. If I'm not mistaken, they're plotting some type of scheme to please you in some variety."
"Ok, Albus, why don't you go back and keep digging?"
Albus stands up, "Very well Harry. I've sent an owl to Cornelius about getting the restrictions on underage magic lifted. After the fiasco at the Ministry last month, I imagine he'll do whatever it takes to get and hopefully stay in your good graces." As Harry's face darkens, Albus continues, "Please be very careful what you say to the press Harry, Fudge might well be an incompetent idiot who thinks about his own position first, but he's not a Death Eater, no matter how he might act, nor is he an active threat. Always remember that replacing a leader in a time of war is never pleasant, easy, or without complications. If you pushed the issue, I have little doubt that you could have him removed from office, but I implore you to let me handle him. Also, if you would tell you guardians not to kill him, I'd appreciate it."
Harry looks at Dumbledore for a moment, "I won't say anything to the press about having him ousted; however, I also won't endorse him. As to the ladies, why would the kill him?"
"Because he's caused you pain and he's upset you. Remember Harry, they are now more fanatical in their devotion to you then Dobby is."
"Great, well, why don't you send one of them up on your way out Albus, I'm getting a headache."
Albus calmly walks down to the Dursley's kitchen to find the sisters in a whispered conversation while Petunia is standing at the stove. "Excuse me Miss' Black, but Harry wished to speak with one of you immediately."
Two soft *pop*'s later, the sisters are gone. "Remember Petunia, the sisters will do what ever Harry says, if you cross him, anger him, or if he's just feeling particularly vindictive, they will exact blood vengeance for him, unless he specifically tells them not to. I'd try and start making what amends you can soon," with that he Apparates out.
Up in his room, Harry's surprised to have two people Apparate in. He looks up just in time to see the sisters ditching their robes and kneeling in front of him.
"What do you wish our master," says the kneeling blonde.
Harry massages his temples for a moment, "First, I forbid you to go after Fudge unless he's physically attacking me, understood?" When the pair nods, he continues, "Second, do either one of you know anything that'll help with a headache?"
The sisters look at each other, and then turn to face each other. They each hold up their right hand in a fist and place their left hand under it, palm up. They lift their fists up and bring them down twice, as they bring them down a third time, Narcissa suddenly flattens her hand while Beatrix keeps a fist.
Narcissa smirks, "Paper wraps stone, I win."
Her sister says, "Don't gloat, just go have fun and help our master."
Narcissa crawls over to Harry who has a dumbstruck expression on his face. As she starts to undo his fly, Harry asks, "What are you doing?"
Smirking up at her master, Narcissa reaches into Harry's trousers and pulls out his flaccid prick. "Very simple master, never believe a woman who says she doesn't want to have sex because of a headache. Intercourse actually helps get rid of the pain." With that, she drops her head and takes Harry's flaccid cock into her mouth. He starts to stiffen as Narcissa's talented tongue goes to work, slowly and deliberately licking every square millimeter of the flesh in her mouth.
Harry moans as Narcissa pulls back on his engorged prick. Harry clenches his fists in the bed sheet as the blonde runs her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
As Beatrix watches her sister give Harry a blow job, she suddenly smirks mischievously. She reaches behind her and quickly undoes the corset before slipping it off.
Harry's eyes bug out as he watches Beatrix remove her top, most of his attention is drawn back to his crotch as Narcissa gives his cock a rather hard suck, but he still has enough presence of mind to watch as Beatrix walks towards her kneeling sister. He's captivated as she reaches down and quickly removes her sisters' skirt; he gasps as he realizes she's not wearing any knickers.
Narcissa can't help but wonder what her sister is up to as she feels Harry's cock jump in her mouth. When she feels her skirt being removed she has a very good idea as to what's about to happen; and she's proven right.
Harry looses it when he sees Beatrix kneel down behind Narcissa and give her bum a long lick.
Narcissa feels Harry's cock swell as she feels a tongue run along the curve of her bum, before coming into contact with her soaked snatch. As he shoots in her mouth, Narcissa is careful not to swallow. After her master is spent, Narcissa let's Harry slip from her mouth, careful to not spill a drop. She then turns around, grabs her sisters' head and forces her into a deep kiss where she shares her prize with Beatrix.
After a minute or so of kissing the sisters break apart to swallow their part of the prize. Narcissa looks towards Harry, "Are you feeling better master?"
Harry thinks for a moment before saying, "Yeah, the pains not gone, but it's manageable. Thank you."
Narcissa blushes, "It was my pleasure master. Now shall we see about food?"
"Good idea; Trixie, would you please pop down to the kitchen, fill three plates, and bring them up here."
Beatrix is up in a flash and says, "Gladly master." She's about to Apparate when her sister reminds her about her masters' orders about attire.
The rest of the meal passes in relative quiet, the ladies not speaking until spoken to and Harry trying to comprehend his reaction to Beatrix's news.
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