The Heritage

The Harem

Rating: M

Summary: This is about a harem story. This is loosely based on a story I read before and I certainly hope you enjoy it. If the author in question doesn't wish to have the story online, then I will be forced to remove it.

Things weren't going well for Harry. His cousin, Dudley was standing in front of him with a mad look in his eyes. Dudley and his mates had spent almost two hours in the park trying to trap him, and every time they had gotten close to him, he had managed to escape. But now it was different. They had driven him into a small alley next to a drugstore. Dudley was very happy and he planned to beat his cousin down.

Dudley slowly approached him, grinning his face off. Potter made no movement, just looked planked. Dudley was planning to thrash his cousin. He opened and closed his hand, trying to look intimidating in front of Potter and his cronies. He squeezed his hands into fists and prepared to punch right into Potter's face. Dudley wanted to see the blood stream out of that face of his.

Gradually, he pulled back his right arm, preparing for one massive swing into Harry's face. He wanted to hurt him so bad, and he was going to do it. He pulled his arm back as far as he could, his hand tightened into a fist, his shoulder bent backwards, preparing to punch his fist into his face.

Suddenly, his line of vision was stopped. A slimy substance blocked his eyes, touching his eyes and blocking his nose and mouth, tasting and smelling disgusting. Immediately his intent of hitting Potter was forgotten, and he brought his hands to his face in panic, trying to remove the substance. Dudley squealed like a girl, running all over the place causing his friends to jump out of his way.

Harry saw his opening, and he ran for it. He leapt between Dudley and one of his friends and with all the speed he could muster, he ran to his uncle's house. He opened the back door, burst into the kitchen and ran up the stairs to his room. As soon as he made it to his room, he slammed the door and sat on his bed.

Harry took one of Dudley's old jumpers and started to clean his hands. Before Dudley's gang had driven him into the alley, he'd grabbed what appeared to be dog shit. When he saw that Dudley was about to hit him, he simply threw it into Dudley's face and ran for it. That worked, but now he had to wait for not only the bully to return, but his father too.

Harry expected that he would be beaten because of what he did, and without a doubt, Dudley would take the facts out of context, making Harry look bad as usual. Not that his uncle, Vernon would need that reason to brutally beat Harry. He couldn't expect that the Order of the Phoenix would step in to protect him. He knew that the Order was observing him, because he had seen several times shimmering in the air where the Order members were standing with concealment charms. Harry had learned the hard way that the Order wouldn't interfere with his life inside of the house. He had that lesson brutally taught yesterday morning.

Harry had been making his uncle's breakfast, when he had accidently dropped it. His uncle was furious and had punched Harry in his ribs and head. While his uncle had been punching Harry, he'd seen the shimmering of a concealment charm in the back garden. The Order had been watching his uncle yelling and beating him, but doing nothing to help. He was on his own, completely on his own.

Harry knew that the Order and Dumbledore knew that he was being mistreated and physically abused. What really hurt Harry was the fact that Dumbledore, who had placed him there, wasn't doing anything to help him. Harry also suspected that the Order were doing more than just guarding him. They were also stopping him from receiving owls. Either that, or Dumbledore had ordered his friends to not owl him any more.

He did wonder why the Order was actually bothering to watch him. Were they actually trying to protect him from danger like from Voldemort or his Death Eaters? Or were they trying to keep him at Privet Drive? If the Order wasn't or couldn't protect him from harm at home, why were they bothering? Guarding someone from harm from outside forces, but no from inside forces was very bizarre.

It soon became dark outside, but Harry hadn't the courage to switch the light bulb on. He knew that his cousin and his uncle would be sure to come upstairs. It was quiet in the house. His aunt was out and she wouldn't be back until very late. His uncle was meant to be home already, but Harry still hadn't heard the sound of the fancy company car.

The hours moved slowly. The grandfather clock downstairs soon hummed 11:45. Still, Vernon and Dudley hadn't come home yet. Harry was afraid to sleep for fear of being surprised by his uncle and nephew. He knew that the moment they were home, they would barge into his room and the pain would start.

Finally, the sound of Vernon's company car screeched outside the house. Harry's eyes widened with fear, and he stood up from his bed and went over to his window where he looked outside. He saw the company car parked in the driveway, and his uncle and cousin coming out of the car. They were clearly both drunk, as they both swayed to and fro. Vernon had a large cane in his right hand and his face was purple with rage, while his son's face was delighted. Harry trembled because he knew what that meant. They were coming for him!

Vermon swayed side to side as he made his way towards the door, followed by Dudley who looked up and Harry's bedroom window, shaking his fist and laughing manically as he saw Harry there.

Harry had no idea what to do. He looked at the street in terror, wondering what he should do. With ever growing panic, he saw the shimmering of people under concealment charms.

They wouldn't help him. Harry thought. The front door banged open and the feet of Vernon and Dudley stopped through the corridor. Suddenly, Harry was aware of the sensation of his wand in his back pocket. He realized his only choice, and a small smirk appeared on his face. He would use magic to defend himself against his uncle and his nephew. Harry pulled out his wand and prepared for the confrontation.

Just at that moment, the grandfather clock hummed 12:00. It was officially his birthday. The door slammed open. A drunken uncle Vernon stood on his doorstep, his face red and purple, stinking of beer and in his hand, a large black solid walking stick. He was ready to stroke. His uncle looked as though he was about commit murder, and he probably would unless he was stopped.

'Get him dad!' Dudley's slurring voice appeared behind Vernon. 'Beat the shite out of himi!'

Vernon grinned like a maniac and lifted his arm with the stick to strike. But Harry was quicker, he pointed his wand at Vernon. Vernon saw the wand in Harry's hand and his eyes went wide open and his eyebrows went up. His mouth opened to rant at Harry.

'Expelliarmus!' Harry yelled at his uncle.

A beam of red magical energy burst out of Harry's wand and hit Vernon in the chest, blowing him violently out through the door, slamming into Dudley and took them both down the stairs. After a lot of thuds, he came to rest with his head on the chest of his unconsciousness son in the kitchen, his legs were resting on the steps of the stairs, his broad buttocks pointing up. His uncle moaned but didn't move any further. Suddenly, a loud grunt erupted from his uncle, followed by loud snoring.

Harry couldn't help but grin wickedly when he saw his uncle's buttocks sticking up in the air and tried to remember how to turn a tailbone into a tail. Ron and the twins would no doubt love to have seen a pig's tail popping up from the trousers of his uncle. If they ever found out about this, they would never stop laughing when they thought about it.

Harry concentrated and released the transfiguration spell. The blue colored beam of magical energy burst out of his wand and contacted his uncle's bottocks which grew very fast. A small bulb appeared and grew bigger, ripping the material of his uncle's trousers and ripped them into tiny pieces. Before he knew it, a pink tail appeared out of the crack, exactly like the tail from a real pig, but only bigger.

Harry's face lit up with a big smile. This was currently the best thing that had happened to him regarding his apparent family. Many times, he dreamed about blasting his uncle, and now he had. Suddenly, he remembered about the Improper Use of Magic Office in the Ministry of Magic, and the expression in his face fell.

A horrid feeling of fear emerged in his stomach, he had the feeling of throwing up. Harry looked hesitating to the bathroom door. Should he throw up? If he did, he probably would feel a lot better. Harry looked briefly to the window, expecting every moment to see the owl of the Office of Improper Use of Magic appear. He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly, Harry tried to control his breathing, finally feeling better.

He had used underage magic, and there was nothing he could do until the owl had come. Harry sighed and dragged himself to his bed, sitting down.

He pointed his wand to his bedroom door and murmured a locking charm. Two violations of Underage Magic were bad, but three of them didn't make it any worst. He was already in trouble so he may as well take care of himself while he was safe. Harry undressed himself and pulled on his pajamas. He wondered when his aunt would be home. He expected that there would be a lot of problems when she came back and found her husband and son on the floor unconscious. Or perhaps not...maybe she would think that they fell down the stairs because of their drunkenness and not see the pig's tail from his uncle's buttocks. Harry stretched on the bed and tried to relax. He wondered why he had not yet received any owl from the Ministry of Magic before falling into a sleep.

He dreamt that he was strolling through the dark hallways of an old castle until he reached an outsized hall, where he saw small lights on the walls and in the middle of this hall was a massive chair where Voldemort sat, grinning at Harry.

'Happy birthday, Potter!' He shrieked, laughing maniacally.

Harry pondered in his sleep and with all his might tried to escape. The expression on Voldemort's face instantly became cold and menacing.

'Do you wish to not speak to me boy?!' Voldemort screeched, his red eyes burning.

Harry, with all his might pulled himself out of his vision and fell on the floor, no, not a floor, but a soft and wonderfully carpet that he could've just slept on. He looked up to check his surroundings and saw in front of his eyes a four poster bed.

Harry forgot to breath because on that very bed lay...Ginny!? And she was almost naked!

He saw on the other side of Ginny a pair of naked legs from a dark skinned girl sticking out. Harry grinned. This was a much better dream than the one with Voldemort. Especially when he saw the state of the clothes, or lack of, of Ginny and the girl with the long legs. He wondered what would happen when he joined them, making his grin widen.