Tim looked up, slightly surprised at his father’s coming closer, when the final thoughts of his nanites dissolved from his vision and were replaced ...ith their usual sign off: “End of Message.”Tim saw his father’s growing irritation because his son would not show him his wounded fingernails. Raymond knew they should be nearly non-existent due to the earlier damage of his son’s losing control and letting it loose on the large oak tree in the front yard.“Dad, really, I’m okay. They don’t even. To your old home. Narcissa says, Malfoy Manor? No, the home of your family. Understanding dawns on the ladies faces, Narcissa pulls off her wedding band and casts a quick spell on it. Please grab on to this master. All three grab onto the ring and feel a familiar tug behind the navel. They stagger as they land in the entrance hall at number 12 Grimmauld Place, though they manage to keep their feet. All three quickly move to the kitchen to find it deserted. Harry says, Narcissa, would you please. Harnash go-o ho-ome now?"He nodded reluctant assent. The creature's fellow workers, their tasks completed to his satisfaction, had already passed through the smaller portal that had brought them here. Their clumsy paws with their stubby fingers had proved amazingly dexterous under his tutelage, finishing his master project well ahead of schedule. He had sent them home earlier this day, laden with the packets of hard candy he had given them as bonuses in addition to their eagerly sought. "Jesus, is this really going to happen" Holace said. "Shut up, Holace," Tom said. Bill said nothing. "Go on, Laurel," Mike said, his hand in my hair. "Go down onto your knees. On the floor. Like the good little slut you truly are. Go on." "No, Fuck you. Mike twisted harder. "Aaahh! Don't!" You dick!!!. "We want you to go down to your knees, bitch," Mike said. "And you know you want to do this fo us also. Don't you?" "No!" "Yes, you do, you have wanted any of us to ask you to since we first.