20 Don't sample the goods!
Eight owls landed in front of us on the table, each of them trying to deliver their letter first. By doing that they also are ruining our food. Who's idea was it to let those bloody birds deliver letters at breakfast? Ah, J.K. did, she changed the diet of those birds too, for some reason they want to eat bacon. Do that with real owls and they die in a matter of weeks, we won't survive a diet of bird seeds either, or having to swallow rats and mice with skin and bones included. But, that is me nagging about details.
The owls took off when they got rid of the letters leaving a ruined breakfast behind. My first letter started with:
Ministry of Magic
Office of Births, Deaths, and Marriages.
To Heir Harry James Potter,
Heir Potter, We congratulate you on the Blessing you received from Mother Magic, You and Miss Hermione Jean Granger formed a soul bond, yesterday evening at 21.08 hours.
As you both are underage, inform your head of Houses of this news, so that proper accommodations can be arranged for you and Miss Granger, as per Ministerial law.
As this is a rare occasion, the Ministry will take steps to guarantee your safety.
With kind regards,
Francis Weatherby, head of the department.
Hey, there is a Weatherby! I always thought Fudge and Crouch were sassing Percy. The other Ministry letter on Daphne was the same only the hour was 21.20.
The Gringotts one said about the same:
Gringotts,
Office of Inheritance and Marriage,
Heir Harry James Potter,
Gringotts recorded a soul bond between you and Miss Hermione Jean Granger at 21.08 last night.
If you wish to add Miss Granger to the access list of your vaults, you need to see your account manager Sharpclaw, at your earliest convenience.
Gringotts congratulates you both on this rare Magic joining.
May our businesses thrive,
Blockrig
I looked at the head table, Snape and Dumbledore were missing, I bet Snape was not done with his tantrum, and Dumbledore was comforting the baby.
"It is official now, Daphne, Snape is not your head of house anymore, maybe ask Flitwick or Sprout after breakfast is done?"
"Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, Harry." scolded Hermione.
"I knew that honey, I was just testing that you were the real Hermione." I teased, then I raised my voice, "Elves? Can we have clean plates, please? Ah, so much better. So, Miss Lovegood, you have the ability to see Magic Auras? That is Rowena's gift if I remember it correctly. That makes you a true Ravenclaw."
My comment stirred the Ravenclaw and the Beaubatons students up, Fleur asked: "Miss Lovegood? Is it true that you have natural Mage sight? That is a once-in-a-lifetime gift! Talented Wizards and Witches have to study for years to develop that ability. I envy you, Miss Lovegood, when you graduate there will be plenty of job offers waiting for you."
That speech gutted the Ravenclaws, they were making fun and sometimes right on bullying Luna for her silly comments, and now they find out she was speaking the truth? That is a bitter pill to swallow.
"I wish I had that gift too, Miss Lovegood, I hope we can be friends, Merlin knows I need better ones. And having a friend who can see our bond is priceless. Do you want to be our friend, Miss Lovegood?"
Luna had tears in her eyes and answered: "I want that very much, Mr. Potter, you can call me Luna if you want."
"Then call me Harry, and I bet my bonded won't mind that you call them by their first names too."
I turned to Fleur and said: "I am sorry for messing up last night, Miss Delacour, it seems that every year something dangerous has to happen to me. Entering this Tournament was not my idea of fun. I am planning to just make the necessary effort to keep my Magic, and end up dead last."
Fleur looked thoughtful and commented: "That will be a dangerous gamble, Mr. Potter. The Goblet may judge that you are sabotaging the Tournament for not doing your best at the tasks, and lose your Magic as a result."
Cedric, who was sitting behind us heard it and butted in: "Miss Delacour is right, Harry, the Goblet may see it as you manipulating the contest. Arranging for you to be first or last, is still cheating the outcome of the Tournament. And we saw last night it can punish the culprits."
I groaned: "Blasted! Now I have to try to win this thing? I better write my Will before the first task, Merlin only knows what we are up against."
Xxxxx
After our breakfast, we went to the head table and showed our letters from the Ministry to McGonagall, Daphne hers to Flitwick… Professor Flitwick. Jeesh, Hermione can read my thoughts already? Nah, it must have been my imagination.
"An apartment on neutral ground, if you please, Professor McGonagall, so our friends from both houses can visit without fear of getting hexed," I demanded.
"I have to discuss this with the Headmaster," Said McGonagall.
"No, you don't have to, Professor." I said, "It is the duty of the head of house to arrange sleeping quarters. And your responsibility is only for Hermione, I got expelled from Hogwarts last night, You do remember that I was selected for another school? As a fourth Champion, you are contract bound to give me lodging if I didn't bring my own."
Daphne said: "Professor Flitwick? Professor Snape can't perform his duties anymore, can I ask you to step in for me? Here is the letter from the Ministry and Gringotts."
Smart girl, Flitwick is part Goblin and letters from Gringotts are more convincing than those from the Ministry.
"We need confirmation from Madam Pomfrey first to make it official, miss Greengrass, go with your bonded to the hospital wing to get examined," said Flitwick after reading the letters.
Along the way, McGonagall complained to me: "You were out of order yesterday, Mr. Potter, we lost a talented Potion Master last night."
I chuckled: "I was out of order? Are you serious? That prick has been insulting me from the very first lesson. And for the record, professor, it was Snape's own action that got him squibbed, and it wasn't me but the other Champions that did the squibbing."
I looked at her: "Do you really think that what he did in his classroom was teaching? The recipe is on the board you have one hour to complete it, is that teaching? Then you are an incompetent Deputy Headmistress. It is your Job to see that the teachers are doing their job, and you failed miserably at yours."
Daphne spoke up: "Harry is right Professor, we would learn more about potions if no professor was in the classroom. Snape is not a teacher, and I am glad to get rid of him."
That shut the bitch up! She would be lying if she said she didn't know about the bullying. She got enough complaints about it in the years he was teaching. It was Dumbledore who dismissed all complaints about Snape. Meh, he is gone now… is he? Can squibs still brew potions? That man is a cockroach, it is hard to get rid of him.
Madam Pomfrey confirmed the bond: "The bond is there, but it is not completed, I advise you to do that as fast as possible Mr. Potter."
"We will do that on our own initiative and when we are ready to do so, Madam Pomfrey. We don't want to rush things too soon."
Pomfrey protested: "It has to be done as soon as possible Mr. Potter, you have to trust my expertise in this."
I shook my head: "Your expertise, Madam Pomfrey? The expertise of a school nurse is trustworthy? Then explain to me why you never saw the signs of the abuse from my relatives, I came in here plenty of times. Tell me, is it hard to see if a boy is malnourished, has broken bones, is way too small and skinny for his age, and has his back full of scars?"
I turned to McGonagall and said: "And you, my head of House Gryffindor, nobody said to you about it? Are the Weasley twins and Oliver Wood blind? After every match, we showered together. So? I bet you knew and didn't give a shit about me."
Flitwick… Professor Flitwick said: "Poppy? Minerva? Is what Mr. Potter said true? Poppy? How could you miss all those signs? Minerva?"
Pomfrey answered: "Dumbledore told me to keep quiet about it, it wasn't that bad he said, he had Mr. Potter's home monitored."
McGonagall said: "The same for me, the headmaster forbade me to take action."
Hermione commented: "I advise flushing potions and analyzing spells to find compulsions and obliviate traces. Come, Harry and Daphne, we have places to go. See you later Professors."
Xxxxx
Now that we spanked McGonagall, we have the opportunity to slip away to Gringotts. I called Dobby: "Dobby? Can you transport us to Gringotts or is that too far away?"
A pop later we stood on the doorsteps of the bank. "Thank you Dobby, can you bring that satchel with the Tiara to us when I ask for it?"
"Dobby can do that Master Harry sir." and he popped away, or popped himself invisible, that is possible too.
At a teller, I asked for a meeting with Sharpclaw. The teller tried to be funny, "Do you have an appointment?"
"No, but if the letter from Gringotts says at your earliest convenience, does that mean it is okay to let Sharpclaw wait for us?" I answered.
The teller smelled the roses, if he continued to sass the client, he might be a head shorter by the end of the day. Sharpclaw is not someone to mess with.
"Follow the runner, Mr. Potter, he will guide you to your Account manager." We stopped at a door with the label Potter on it. I commented: "I must be rich, an office for my account alone? Nice."
The goblin in that office was not nice at all: "Potter! Why haven't you answered any of our summons over the last three years?"
"Well hello to you too, Account Manager Sharpclaw, my name is Harry Potter, nice to meet you. The reason why I never answered your mail is your fault. After the first year, you must have suspected that my mail was tampered with. Do you really expect a child to know what he should do? I was raised in the Muggle world, Sharpclaw, what do you think they know about Gringotts bank policies?"
"Your Magic Guardian should have taught you our policies, Mr. Potter!" shouted Sharpclaw.
I looked at him with pity: "And who do you think is messing with my mail, Genius? I never got one letter from you or Gringotts except the one from Blockrig, the head of Inheritance and marriage. That is one of the reasons for our visit.
I straightened up and started: "We start to let you send my mail to Miss Granger or Miss Greengrass until that mail redirection is removed from me. Then I want to add them to the access list and want to remove everyone else but us three. All other keys need to be revoked."
I grinned and said: "Last evening I got selected as the fourth Champion of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The organizers of that tournament declared that only Wizards of age are allowed to participate, so I am claiming my ring as the head of my family. I am a Lord now."
Sharpclaw shook his head: "Not so fast, Heir Potter, first of all, there are no Lords in the Magic world, you are Head of House Potter if the Wizengamot accepts your emancipation application. The one you have to apply for today. That will take a week to process before you can call yourself the Head of House Potter."
I protested: "Hey! What about Lord Voldemort? Is he something special?"
Sharpclaw shrugged: "Call yourself Lord Potter for all I care if that is what you want. Now focus on your business, that is years overdue."
With the help of Daphne and Hermione, we sorted our account statements and investments out, we are quite rich, even if I say so myself. Hermione and I discussed investments in the Muggle world, and Daphne took care of the Wizarding side. A ride on the roller coaster to our vault got us our rings, and a bunch of books, equally divided by the fiancees.
Back in Sharpclaw's office, I addressed the last hot iron in the fire: "What are the rewards for the ones that report a major breach in Gringotts policy, Account Manager Sharpclaw?"
Suspiciously he asked: "How serious is that breach, Mr. Potter?"
I answered with a question: "What is your policy of storing Horcruxes?"
He glared at me and said: "10% from the contents of the vault it is in, or 10% from your vault for giving false information about the darkest of Magics. So be very careful with what you are claiming Mr. Potter."
I nodded: "Voldemort made six, or maybe seven of them. One is already destroyed, one I have in my possession, I can get my hands on another one in a few weeks, he made his pet snake one, there is one in his grandparents' house, and there is one in Bellatrix Lestrange's Vault, the rumored Hufflepuff Cup that was stolen from Smith in the late forties."
That last comment made Sharpclaw slap on some runes and shouting in Gobelelydobbely or whatever their language is called. A few minutes later a runner confirmed my information.
"Where did your info come from, Mr Potter? Knowledge about Horcruxes is hard to find, and knowing where one is, is even harder," asked Sharpclaw.
"That information is locked by Magic, Sharpclaw, I can not talk about it. But I have to say that I suspect there is one more of them, my scar is one or resembles one. Can you have this checked out please?"
Now that we are skipping class, we might as well go all the way. Rip the band-aid off, put it all on the table, coming out clean, show the goods… no, that is for something else I think. Meh, they get the message. Another slap on his runes filled the office with a bunch of old Goblins. Did you know that they are using ritual knives to do Magic? We do now, I almost punched an old Goblin's lights out when he pointed a knife at my face. Daphne was just in time to stop me.
Sharpclaw said: "You were right about your scar, Mr. Potter, it is not a real Horcrux, but a sliver of his Soul that is bedded in your scar. We can remove it right now if you want, for a fee of course. We will charge the cost of the removal of the Horcrux of Mrs. Lestrange's Vault from your 10%."
Daphne interrupted: "That is not acceptable! We earned that 10% by reporting its presence in that vault. It should have been discovered by Gringotts sooner, charging the cost of its destruction falls to the bank. We should get an extra bonus for reporting the existence of other Horcruxes. Also, we need to know the cost of the removal of that Soul Sliver. If it exceeds double the cost of a normal exorcism, then we are going to consult specialists."
Sharpclaw looked sourly at me: "We will owl you our offer Mr. Potter, owl your confirmation, there are preparations to be made before we can do the ritual."
My last action in Gringotts was to make my Will, there was no way Molly would get her greedy paws on my money. I better destroy that Tiara myself, Merlin knows what they will ask for its destruction.
Xxxxx
Outside the bank, I asked Daphne: "Are your parents home, Daphne? We can visit them today and explain our bond. Hermione? When are your parents home?"
Daphne answered: "My father is doing his business from home, I expect both of them to be home. We can apparate there now."
Hermione said: "My parents are done at 19.00 hours, it is Wednesday, they work later that day to serve the people who can't skip work."
A trip with the Knight bus took us to the Greengrass doorstep, Dad and Mum Greengrass were standing next to Daphne and faced me.
Daphne introduced us: "Father, may I introduce you to my soul-bonded partner, Mr. Harry James Potter, Head of House Potter, and Miss Hermione Jean Granger, also Soul-bonded to Mr. Potter. Harry, I present you my father Mathias Cyrus Greengrass, and my Mother Candice Ellen Greengrass."
That introduction made an impact on my in-laws, Dad-in-law recuperated first: "Soul bonded to two Witches? That is never heard of… oh where are my manners, welcome to our home Mr. Potter and Miss Granger, let us take this to our office to talk things over."
That was better than I expected, I was waiting for glares and comments like not my daughter, not let's take this to my office… crap! Are they going to slap a contract on my ass?
In the office, we made ourselves comfortable, for as far as it was possible. Dad-in-law asked: "Can you explain how you managed to make it into a two-way bond?"
Shit! I knew I did something wrong! Daphne had to kiss first to make this believable.
Daphne came to my rescue: "Father, yesterday Harry got selected as the fourth Champion in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I knew that Hermione had strong feelings for Harry too, and I need to keep my name to give heirs to House Greengrass, we talked it over and decided to share him." She took our hands and continued, "Last night we both kissed him. We were surprised that we created a two-way Soul bond, but it happened. This morning we received letters from the Ministry and Gringotts."
I said: "We know that a Soulbond is considered a marriage, but for the moment we see ourselves as engaged and we plan to take our time to get to know each other better. We visited Gringotts today and we need your advice about some urgent matters."
Mr. Greengrass nodded: "To begin with, call me Mathias and my wife likes it if you call her Deece. Welcome to the family. Now, what are your urgent matters?"
"Three things, first, my Godfather Sirius Black, is innocent of those crimes, he was never the Secret keeper, and got put in Azkaban without a trial. I want a trial for him to have all the charges against him dropped, and the Kiss on sight canceled. Second, last year I killed a Basilisk, and want to find someone who can render it into parts. And last but the most important part, Voldemort is working on a method to get a new body, and we discovered how he is planning to do that."
OK… I could have been more subtle, each of my points was enough to get their knickers in a twist, the three together were enough to cause a heart attack. We explained it all during the day, I showed them the memory of slaying the Basilisk, which proved points two and three, and the memory of the Shrieking Shack proved Sirius' innocence and that Peter is still alive.
Finally, we agreed on a course of action, Dad-in-law said: "We visit Hogwarts next Saturday, Madam Bones will come along, and Gregor Ianovich, he is an acknowledged renderer of exotic animals, will come along too. I will make an appointment with a reputed Solicitor to discuss Mr. Black's case. Let's have dinner, then you can visit Hermione's parents."
Xxxxx
After another hellish ride with that Knight bus, we arrived at the Grangers. Hermione forgot her key and rang the doorbell, Mum-in-law opened the door: "Hermione? Why are you here, did something happen? Come in. Ant! Hermione came home!"
The explanation took long enough, Dad-in-law summed it up: "So, both of you had a crush on Harry and decided to share him. Then, when you kissed him, you bonded with Harry and now the Wizarding world considers you three married to each other? Does this sort of thing happen a lot? Where do you go from here? What are your plans?"
Hermione answered: "We don't see ourselves as married yet, Daddy, we plan to go on dates first the bond will make sure that we spend the rest of our life together, but we are not in a hurry to start a family."
I do plan to practice a lot though. Both are fine specimens of the female kind and totally shaggable. We agreed to spend part of our Christmas break here and said our goodbyes.
Xxxxx
Dobby popped us back into Hogwarts, in front of McGonagall's office. She let us in and asked: "Can you explain where you were all day? We have been looking for you for hours."
I answered: "We went to see my in-laws, they deserved an explanation before they read the lies from the Daily Prophet. Are our quarters ready, Madam McGonagall?"
She bit back: "It is Professor McGonagall, Mr. Potter! The headmaster told me to wait on that until he has spoken with you."
I coolly said: "May I point out that I am competing for another school, so it is impossible to be a student here. So, if you don't want to share Snape's fate, you better hurry to give me private quarters for me and my wives. At this moment you are hindering my participation in the Tournament, and you have an hour to rectify it. Then I call on the Goblet. What do you think Madam McGonagall, what are the odds for you to keep your Magic?"
She paled at my threat, I added: "I am a Student from a different school now, Dumbledore has no business with me or my wives other than to provide suitable lodgings for the visiting Champion and his retinue. And to be honest McGonagall, I am done jumping through Dumbledore's hoops. He can talk to me tomorrow at breakfast, if he bothers me today, I will call on the Goblet."
That is fun, obey me or I call the Goblet! Fuck! Am I turning into a Malfoy? Although, it is working most of the time. It is working now, McGonagall led us to a painting on the seventh floor near the Gryffindor dorms.
I stopped her: "No, Madam McGonagall, I need quarters close to the main floor, I am not a Gryffindor anymore, and am tired of these subtle manipulations. There are enough quarters available on the first and second floors. And tell your boss that any charms in my quarters count as hindering the Fourth Champion. Now, are you hindering me, Madam McGonagall?" Or I call my Goblet! Hah! Bow to the Goblet! Obey or get squibbed!
We settled in a nice apartment on the second floor, it has a common room and four bedrooms, I asked one for guests with Luna in mind. That girl needs a safe spot to get some rest. The house elves delivered our stuff, then I called Dobby and Winky.
Dobby, can you check that all my possessions are here? Winky, can you do the same for Daphne and Hermione? Daphne? Do you want to inform your sister and Tracey? I remember that you and Tracey Davis were together all the time. Hermione?"
Hermione shrugged: "I am not that close with my dorm mates, they can hear about it tomorrow."
Daphne said: "I will write a note to Astoria and Tracey, if they want to talk, Winky can bring them here."
"Do that, it is almost curfew, Winky popping them here will avoid them getting detention," I suggested.
Ten minutes later, Daphne was talking to Tracey and Astoria in her room to explain the situation, a half hour later, they came out, Astoria gave me a big hug and welcomed me into the family.
Tracey glared at me and threatened: "If you dare to hurt her then I will hunt you down, you hear me, Potter?"
"I am not planning to hurt her, but, how are you going to hunt me down? Do you have special skills?" I asked curiously.
"I have money, that should be enough to get it done," she smirked.
She has a point, you don't have to do everything yourself, you can delegate, I have been doing it too recently, my weapon is a goblet, but it gets things done. I call it my Squibber.
"Daphne is lucky to have such a loyal friend, Miss Davis, you are welcome to enter our quarters any time of the day or night." I turned to Astoria, "You too, Miss Astoria, I guess the snake pit is not safe anymore for the both of you once it is known that Daphne bonded to me."
Daphne said: "Harry is right, with Snape gone and no replacement to keep the upper years in line, they will take advantage of the situation to settle some scores. Tracey, Astoria, you better sleep here until a new head of house is selected."
"I will carve some ward stones tomorrow to secure their bedrooms, and a necklace like yours, Daphne. They are targets to now." I offered that to keep Daphne's worries to a minimum.
Hermione and I were not that close with any other Gryffindor, Ron, and Ginny can fuck off, the rest are acquaintances, nothing more. Winky brought their stuff into the room, she was a happy elf, instead of two, she had four to take care of, compared with Crouch Junior it is a major upgrade.
I checked my map to see where Dumbledore stashed Snape, nope, no Snape in the castle, we got rid of the creep. Hmm? Luna is out of the dorms? Wtf?
"Dobby? Miss Luna Lovegood is walking on the sixth floor in the west wing, can you get her here please?"
I turned to Daphne and softly said: "Luna was a prisoner in Malfoy Manor, we escaped together with Dobby's help, Dobby died for it. Luna was also with me in the Ministry in our fifth year. I will do everything to protect her."
Daphne nodded: "She has Mage sight and was a close friend, that is enough for me, Harry. She is as welcome here as my sister and Tracey."
Dobby popped Luna into the room, she was in a nightgown and barefoot. Daphne and Hermione rushed to Luna and hugged her to warm her up, I cast a warming spell on Luna… I could have hugged her too!
Nah, the spell helped, "Winky? Dobby? Can you collect all of Miss Luna's possessions and put them in a room here? She is staying with us from now on."
I turned to Luna and said: "We help our friends, Luna, and it is obvious the Ravenclaws are treating you badly. If you allow me, then I am putting you under House Potter protection. You have a permanent room in our quarters now."
Luna hugged me and whispered: 'Thank you, Harry, I very much want to be under House Potter protection."
Daphne shook her head: "What are those Ravenclaws thinking? What a waste is that to suppress a talent like hers."
Hermione commented: "Jealousy mostly, they bullied Luna for two years, and now they found out she is more talented than all of them put together, and they can't accept that. Luna, you are staying with us."
"Lucky girl," Joked Astoria, "You are adopted by the Boy Who Lived. There are dozens of girls that want to be in your place."
Tracey asked: "You too, Astoria? Are you a fangirl too? I remember you were planning to let Harry sign your books."
Astoria put her nose in the air and huffed: "There is no need for me to do that, as a sister-in-law he has to sign every book, twice. I have all the benefits and don't have to work for it."
"Well, I am going to bed, good night," I announced.
When I got between the sheets in my boxers, Hermione came in the room in her nightgown and climbed in bed: "Daphne bunked with Tracey, Astoria sleeps in my room, and Luna is in hers."
She snuggled in my arms and sighed: "We should have done this ages ago, don't we? Those bloody Weasleys and their potions. Do you think they will stop it?"
I answered: "Nope, as long as Dumbledore stands behind them, they will try everything to get my money. Especially Molly Prewitt, I bet she was a spoiled child, and living in poverty would have affected her a lot. So if Dumbledore shows her a way to get filthy rich, she will stop at nothing to get it."
Hermione chuckled: "She will love the requirements you demand to be able to receive your money. An oath to have nothing to do with your death, being free of any spell and potion influence, that will make it impossible to receive a knut from you."
My door opened, and Daphne crawled into my bed on my other side, she explained: "Tracey can't stay still in her sleep, she is a kicker, if I sleep in her bed then I wake up with bruises, if I can sleep at all."
I grinned: "I am feeling sorry for her future husband already."
Daphne snuggled closer, yawned, and said: "So you know, Potter, we are just sleeping here, you are not going to sample the goods."
I added: "Yet."
21 Bugged.
Drowsy, she mumbled: "That 'Yet' is still months away, Potter."
It took two bloody hours to fall asleep! Being a healthy… a somewhat healthy fourteen-year-old boy, loaded to the brim with hormones that raged through his body, when such a boy is used as a hugging pillow by two girls that are way up high on the Babe scale, I am talking 9.7 to 9.99, most of my blood left my brain and went to my little brain. 'Yet' is weeks away, Daffy.
When morning came, I was glad I knew wandless vanishing charms and cleaning spells, who knew that being hugged by two girls in bed stimulates your dreams, well, I know now. For the moment I am enjoying my position in bed, I am spooning Hermione and Daphne is spooning me, my hand is on Hermione's belly, and my little head is poking her rear, Daphne's titties are pressed at my back, this must be teenage heaven.
Slowly they woke up and noticed their position, I softly asked: "Did you girls sleep well?"
Daphne kept on hugging me and answered: "Better than I thought it would be. I didn't have a nightmare at all."
"Same here," said Hermione, "I didn't have such a good sleep in years. Is our Soul bond causing this?"
"We are connected by a silver thread according to Luna, so I guess our lives or emotions are somehow linked," I commented. With a sigh, I continued, "We better get up, I need to get a cold shower to cool off."
Hermione giggled: "Yes, you definitively need to cool off, come Daphne, we take a shower in our room." she turned and pecked my lips. "Clean your mouth, Harry, you have bad breath."
"Hey! Not true! I already did that. Come here and give me a proper kiss… here, now you can kiss me." I fixed her with a wandless mouth-cleaning spell and gave her a good snog.
Then I turned to Daphne and did my spell again, surprised, she asked: "Wandless Magic, Harry? Since when can you do that?"
"I got an extra set of memories, remember? This is one of the perks, now give me a good snog." I definitely need a cold shower now.
Xxxxx
We sat down at the Ravenclaw table next to Fleur, Astoria and Tracey went to their table to avoid trouble, I commented to Fleur: "Miss Delacour, did you know that intelligent people can be incredibly stupid?"
Fleur nodded: "I met some of those, Mr. Potter. Do you have them here too? Oh, you and your friends can call me Fleur."
I smiled: "Then I am Harry to you, Fleur. And yes they are sitting on this table. Remember what we spoke about on Luna? Well, she was bullied the last two years by these intelligent students for her quirks, now that they found out about her Mage sight, instead of embracing her talent, these jealous idiots increased their bullying, they locked her outside in nothing but her nightgown and barefoot."
Fleur swore: "I agree, Harry, they are stupid. Luna? Beaubatons treasures talents like yours, you are welcome to transfer to our school anytime you want. I let Madame Maxime know."
Blushing, Luna smiled and said: "Thank you for the offer, Fleur, but I'll stay with Harry for now."
"Why, thank you for your loyalty, Luna, maybe we all transfer to Beaubatons. I just have to polish my French up a bit." I liked Luna's answer, we still need her to monitor our Soul bond and she is fun to be around with.
McGonagall came to our table: "Mr. Potter, the Headmaster wants to see you after Breakfast."
I nodded: "I want Professor Flitwick as a neutral observer with me, Madam McGonagall, I fear that Mr. Dumbledore is mad at me now that his lover is squibbed."
That comment made most of the students choke on their food when I put that mental picture in their heads.
McGonagall fumed: "That is slander, Mr. Potter! You better watch your mouth."
I shrugged: "Then can you explain the favoritism Dumbledore showed for Snape? Snape was allowed to bully every student from the three other houses. Tell me, how many students not in Slytherin got a NEWT in Potion in the last thirteen years? Four? Five? Do you think that is normal behavior?"
I looked shocked and exclaimed: "No! You are in it too? Don't tell me... Threesomes with them? You are the meat for their sandwich? That is why you didn't fire your boy toy!"
Some of the students ran outside holding their hands before their mouths in an effort to keep their vomit in.
"I suggest to put your wand away, Madame," commented Fleur, "Attacking a Champion from another school can get you to lose your Magic. Personally, I don't judge, Love exists in many forms, some more exotic than the other, but you can't fight the Power of Love."
More students ran out of the Hall. I sighed: "OK, I lost my appetite, we will come when Professor Flitwick is ready, Madam McGonagall."
Xxxxx
When we were walking to Dumbledore's office, Flitwick asked: "Was it necessary to agonize Professor McGonagall that way, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, it was, Professor, her passive response about Snape's behavior made a lot of students lose their trust in this school and its teachers. Snape has been insulting and bullying me from day one, and complaining about it made it worse. What conclusions are you getting from that?"
That shut him up, Jelly Beans was the password, and we entered the den of evil. I know that in Sinyk's story, Dumbledore was a complete bastard and control freak. Instead of Snape, McGonagall took his place, she got promoted?
"Thank you, Filius, you can go now," said Dumbledore.
When Flitwick turned to leave, Daphne said: "Our husband asked Professor Flitwick to act as a neutral observer, headmaster. If he leaves, then so are we."
Flitwick said: "I will be staying, Albus. I am certain that what you are about to talk about isn't anything illegal. You can use this to gain their trust again."
Dumbledore shook his head and did his trademarked 'I am so disappointed in you' grandfatherly look, he asked: "Harry, my boy, how did you form that bond between these two… ladies?"
"None of your business, Albus! That is a private matter between me and my bond mates. And it is Mr. Potter to you, Albus."
"Mr Potter is right, Albus. It is highly improper to ask about private matters," commented Flitwick.
Hah! I felt the Legilimence attack from Dumbledore, I knew it was coming. I took his probe and went berserk on it, then I followed it back and started to tear through his mind with a vengeance. When you do legilimency against an experienced Legilimence practitioner, you arm your mind against it. Dumbledore neglected to shield his mind, expecting me to easy to be read as usual.
The result was awesome! His body slapped back in his seat and he passed out with a loud cry. I disarmed him of course, I am master of the Death Stick, the Hallow Wand! I am 2/3 Master of Death now! I remember it was bad to revive him, that would make the damage worse.
Ten revives later I stopped, and shouted at Dumbledore: "Wake up you coward! How dare you to read my mind!"
"Stop it, Mr. Potter! You are making it worse!" called McGonagall, "We need to call Madam Pomfrey before it is too late."
Daphne said: "No, we need to call the DMLE, using Legilimence on a minor is illegal."
I shook my head: "We have no proof, Daphne, I used his wand to try to wake him up. He can claim that I used that spell to frame him. Well, I claim this wand, I feel a family connection with it anyway. Professor Flitwick, I trust that you remain an impartial witness of this event."
"I am, Mr. Potter, there is no blame to put on you." he pointed to the door and said: "you may go now, classes will start soon."
When we left the office I chuckled, "Yeah, we have Charm first. I bet we don't need a note for being late."
"Was there a reason for you to try to wake Dumbledore up, Harry?" asked Hermione.
I nodded: "I messed with Dumbledore's mind and made it worse by trying to wake him up. It would normally take a few days to correct it, now I bet it will take a few weeks to set him straight, maybe even three weeks. This allows us to move without Dumbledore's manipulations."
I grinned and continued: "Next Saturday, we have a meeting with your parents, Daphne, they will bring Madam Bones along, and Gregor Ivanovich. I think they even bring a solicitor with them. Without Dumbledore and Snape, we are free to do what we want."
Xxxxx
After Charms we moved to Care of Magical Creatures, by now, everyone hated those Blast-ended Skrewts with a passion. Even the most Hagrid supporter was questioning his sanity.
I sighed and decided to put an end to this madness, I didn't want to face them in the Maze in June next year. I got next to Hagrid and observed him, he was acting like a five-year-old with a new toy.
"Hagrid? Do you have a license to cross-breed class 5 Creatures?" I asked.
"Don't need one, Harry, Dumbledore gave me permission to breed them," Hagrid answered absentmindedly.
"So, Dumbledore has a license to breed them?" I asked again.
"No, Harry, only breeders in sanctuaries and preserves can get that license. It is illegal to breed them outside those preserves." That naive idiot! He knows the law and has no problem breaking it on Dumbledore's word.
I softly told him: "Then you better get rid of the evidence, Hagrid, because a lot of Slytherins heard you admitting that you crossbred class five Creatures without a permit. Frankly, I would like to stomp on them now rather than meet them on the second or third task. How many years in Azkaban do they give you for illegal crossbreeding?"
If those Skrewts are still alive at the next class, I will blast their ends off myself. That semi-giant needs some serious reality checks. Having an Acromantula pet is acceptable, but breeding them into a big colony isn't. In the final battle, they turned against us and attacked the kids, in my second year those naffers tried to eat me. I am going to kill them all before they kill me.
Xxxxx
Sinistra was the new head of house Slytherin, during our lunch break I carved two sets of ward stones and explained it to Tracey and Astoria: "A drop of your and your roommates' blood on each stone and place them in each corner, this one you need to place at the door, if a stranger wants to come in, you, or your roommates have to press your thumb on that stone. Everyone with bad intentions wants to break in won't like what will happen.
Tracey asked: "What do you want for these wards, Potter? I know nothing is free in the world."
I shrugged: "Your firstborn? Come on! I am joking! Did you never hear of Rumpelstiltskin? The fairytale? Shrek? No, that movie isn't out yet."
Tracey glared at me: "That is not a joking matter at all, Potter! That actually happened before! And my baby is worth more than some ward stones I have you know!"
I held my hands up and tried to calm her down: "Sorry, Miss Davis, that was a bad excuse of a joke. Any baby of yours will be precious, they will be priceless treasures for you and your partner."
I better not say husband, in some fics, she is a lesbian, and I can't afford to step on her toes more than I already did.
Tracey frowned: "How would you know that? Are you a Seer? What if nobody can afford the Dowry? Who will want to marry my children?"
I groaned and looked at Daphne: "I am digging myself deeper in trouble, don't I?"
Daphne nodded: "Yes, Tracey can stretch this endlessly."
Tracey huffed: "You could have helped me, Daf, I had him in a corner, and he was almost crying."
Astoria commented: "Be grateful, Tracey, last night was rough I have been told. Diana Withley and Virginy Brambles had to put two sixth years in the Hospital wing before they backed off."
Daphne said: "We will have words with Professor Sinistra about this."
Xxxxx
I love to sass with Junior, I mean, that guy is doing a great job of staying in character, that must have been hard. I got tired of his CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Every five minutes, and decided to do something about it.
In class, I asked him: "Sir, why did those fools follow Voldemort? It doesn't make sense."
He grumbled: "They must have been misguided, Potter, Merlin knows what is going on in their heads."
I pushed further: "Why they were yapping about blood purity I don't get it, Voldemort was not even a half-blood, his mother was a squib and his father was a muggle. Following him was a joke."
"You are talking nonsense, boy, The Dark Lord was a Pureblood. He was the Heir of Slytherin."
"That is what I mean, Sir. The last line of Slytherin was the Gaunts, I looked it up, Marvolo died after he sat a few months in Azkaban, and Morfin Gaunt died in Azkaban. Marvolo's daughter was a squib who eloped with a muggle Noble. I looked it up in the old newspapers."
I raised my wand and did the anagram trick of Tom, "See? Even his name is a fake, I pity those fools that got branded by that man."
By now that Magic Eye was doing overtime, it twisted and turned like crazy, finally he almost shouted: "That can't be possible! He was fighting for the pureblood cause! It was to preserve their way of life!"
I shook my head: "No Sir, how many pureblood families were wiped out by those Death Eaters? How many lines died out because of him? Is killing everyone who doesn't agree with him a true cause? Or is it just a slogan to let those maniacs kill whoever they want? To pretend that they are more than the filthy beast they are?"
By now his mouth was foaming, I added: "It was good that brave men like you stood up against those scum. Our ancestors would be ashamed of the actions of those creeps, they give a bad name to the nobility, don't you think? I am disgusted by them… are you alright, Professor? I understand that you can't endure those branded slaves, I feel the same, imagine getting branded like a common cow, ugh!"
"CLASS DISMISSED!" roared Junior, "GET OUT!"
Outside the classroom, Hermione asked: "Didn't you go a bit too far, Harry? What if he breaks his cover?"
I shrugged: "The moment we kissed, we already messed with the timeline, Hermione. What is important now is to collect all his gizmos fast, I know where they all are, so to avoid surprises I am going to collect that ring tonight, it is closest to where baby Tom is staying and is most at risk."
Daphne commented: "Harry is right Hermione, he doesn't have to get a new body to get rid of him. Destroy the Gizmos and that ugly thing can fade away."
That's right, why wait for him to get a new body? Especially on his terms? Nah, go after the Horcruxes ASAP, and enjoy the rest of your days shagging the girls. That is my Master plan. Yeah, I am a genius, even if I say so myself. I will have a harder time with those Death Eaters and Dumbledore.
Xxxxx
I apparated to Little Hangleton and went to the shack, §Open for Lord Voldemort§ disabled all the traps. With dragon hide gloves I retrieved the ring and dispelled it. When I left, I activated the traps again.
I got curious, and decided to pay a quick visit to the Riddle Mansion, I noticed spells getting fired inside, ah? Junior wanted to find out the truth? I waited under my invisibility cloak. Yes, I removed all the trackers and listening spells. Junior stumbled outside, clearly wounded, nope, a snakebite is my guess.
Meh, I stunned him anyway. I went inside to see what happened, in the Hallway I saw Nagini's body, in the parlor I saw Wormtail and Voldebaby, with Voldesmoke hovering above it.
"Hey Tommy, what happened? Did Junior do a Spartacus on you? Loyal slaves are hard to find, isn't it? You don't mind if I take Wormtail with me do you?"
"You! Is this your doing? Did you turn my servant against me?" Voldevapor screamed.
"Ventus! Bye, bye, Tommy." Hmm, he is Gone With The Wind, a crappy movie. I am more into the Tarzan movies. Although that swinging from tree to tree in a speedo? Not possible in real life, to bad, it would have been fun, but nature doesn't work that way. Where was I? Ah, getting Wormtail.
I made a portkey for Wormtail to the Shrieking Shack, when he was gone, I took Junior and apparated him side along to the Shrieking Shack. That poor Hero prevented Wormtail from infiltrating Hogwarts… that can work.
That snake bite? Ah! A Serpensorta, where is wormies wand… "Serpentsorta!" §Hey mate, can you give this man some extra bites?§
§Speaker? Yes, as you command, Speaker. Can you send me back? It is too cold here.§ I send the snake away with my wand.
Hmm, there are some holes in my story… what do I have to do with the real Moody? Who cares, I cast a few bombarda's with Wormtail's wand and left the bodies behind.
Xxxxx
In my quarters, our quarters, I put the ring with the Tiara and explained: "Junior was not happy at all, they killed each other. I dropped Pettigrew and Junior at the Shrieking shack and cast some Bombarda's. If they don't find Moody tomorrow, we will discover him."
I looked at Luna and asked: "Luna? What can you tell about our bond? Is it the same?"
Luna squinted her eyes and answered: "No, the same as yesterday, maybe a little bit stronger. I think you need to be more lovey-dove with each other."
Hermione straddled me and asked: "Like this, Luna?" Hermione started snogging me with a passion while grinding against Little Dude.
Luna nodded: "Just like that, Hermione, the bond is getting stronger."
Daphne said: "My turn Hermione,"
Smiling, Hermione made room for Daphne, slowly Daphne took position and snogged my brains out, my hands moved up under her skirt and grabbed her butt. When she straightened up she sighed, "That felt great. Hermione?"
Hermione answered: "Yes, we have to do this more."
Luna frowned and said: "There is something missing here, Hermione, Daphne? There is a connection between the two of you. I think that this is a true three-way Soul Bond."
Daphne asked: "What do you mean by that, Luna?"
Luna smiled: "That means you have to snog Hermione, Daphne."
Hermione looked at Luna to see if she was serious: "You mean that, Luna? Daphne and I have a connection?"
Luna nodded: "Kiss, and find out. I bet Harry and I will find it stimulating to look at."
I shrugged: "It can't hurt to try it, we will do adult stuff in bed eventually, or are you going to sit on the edge of the bed and wait until the other is done?"
Blushing, they looked at each other, slowly moving closer, they put their arms around and hugged, pressing their boobs against each other. Watched by me and Luna, whose eyes are practically sparkling, Hermione and Daphne made contact, softly their lips touched and gradually deepened, a silver glow surrounded them, quickly I joined them with a hug. On the other side, Luna did the same and shared the buzz.
When we let go I said: "So, this is a three-way bonding, sharing your bonding felt great."
Luna sighed: "Yes, it did. Thank you for letting me in."
I grinned: "Daphne? Hermione? How are you going this explain to your parents?"
Daphne groaned: "We are going to get owls from the Ministry tomorrow, don't we?"
"You can bet on it," I answered, "Perhaps from Gringotts too."
Xxxxx
When it was time for bed, I laid down in bed, one by one the girls joined me, I said: "Daphne, you go in the middle. Hermione and I are old friends, we need to strengthen our bond with you, don't you think so?"
Daphne took the middle spot: "This feels so strange and yet so good. Luna? Is something wrong?"
Luna stood in the doorway in her nightgown, softly she asked: "Can I sleep here too? I keep having bad dreams of being in Malfoy's dungeon with Olivander."
Hermione and Daphne looked at each other, Luna is a Seer? Both nodded, Daphne said: "Come in, Luna, Harry move to the side, so Luna can lay beside Hermione."
I need a bigger bed, I thought when I fell asleep.
Waking up was nice, spooning Daphne with my hand on her boob is an advancement, little Dude was having fun riding her butt cheeks.
Daphne woke up moaning, my fingers were playing with her nipple, and she clearly liked it, "Don't stop, Potter," she moaned when I tried to remove my hand, "Morgana, this feels so good." I started kissing her ear, neck, and shoulder, softly intensifying my hand movements with it until Daphne lost it and got her orgasm. She rode her buzz, while Hermione looked on smiling and Luna was wide-eyed staring at us.
"Good morning, I think it is time to get up, don't you think?" I said chuckling when I noticed Luna's expression. I waited to get out of bed until they left the room, walking around with a stiffy might scare the girls off, or get them more curious. Anyway, I needed another cold shower.
Xxxxx
As expected, the Ministry sent two owls to the girls, congratulating them on their Soul Bonding. Daphne sighed: "We won't be able to keep this still, this news is too big, and the Ministry is not known for keeping secrets."
Luna commented: "At the moment the connection between Harry and Daphne is the strongest, we know why too."
Hermione shrugged: "Let them talk, I don't care. We are a family now, nothing else matters."
The owls with the newspapers came in, the headlines screamed bloody murder.
Alastor Moody was found dead at the Shrieking Shack with the body of Peter Pettigrew!
Dear readers!
Last evening, your reporter was having a drink in the Three Broomsticks when we were alerted by loud voices. Curious, we went outside and followed the commotion. At the shrieking Shack we saw the bodies of Alastor Moody and the body that some of the bystanders recognized as Peter Pettigrew!
A close examination of an ex-Auror revealed that Alastor Moody succumbed to Snake bites, and Pettigrew died by what seems a bombarda. The ex-Auror, who insisted to be nameless suspects that there was a third party involved.
When the Aurors came to the crime scene, they confirmed the first analysis of the Ex-Auror. When the Aurors took the bodies away, I rushed to the redaction to get it in the morning edition.
We all mourn the loss of the veteran who served the people for all these years. We will dearly miss him.
Many questions arise, we all thought Pettigrew was killed in 81 by Sirius Black, why was his body found last night, still warm?
We hope that the DMLE can find the truth, and bring justice.
Your loyal reporter Rita Skeeter.
More of the heroic deeds of 'Mad Eye Moody' on page 5
Pettigrew, Victim or Villain? More on page 6
Crime investigations, How, where, what, and how. More on page 7
What ex-Aurors are doing when they retire. More on page 9
I commented: "Rita is bugging us, what was she doing in the Three Broomsticks?"
I saw Flitwick passing by and called him: "Professor? Can I speak with you for a minute? It is urgent."
We went out of the Hall and I showed the Marauders map: "Sir, this map shows everyone in the castle, last time we checked we saw Barty Crouch and Moody in the same room, every time I looked. We thought they were having a relationship. But now, see? It shows that Moody is in the castle, the map was never wrong, can you check it out?"
Flitwick was stunned, he clearly saw his name next to mine, and Moody was in his office. "Come with me, Mr Potter, we need to have a closer look."
Behold! We found Moody in his trunk, mad as hell and cursing at everyone. With several cleaning spells and vanishing spells, we made him somewhat presentable. He took a spare peg out of his trunk and went to take a shower.
He yelled at Flitwick: "Tell Dumbledore to stay clear of me or I'll hex him into next month! If that bastard can't see the difference between me and that son of a bitch.. Why didn't you notice it, You bastard? Call Amelia here! NOW!"
I said to Flitwick: "Yeah, why didn't Dumbledore recognize that impostor? I heard they were close friends for years, weren't they in the same bird club?"
Flitwick hurried away while saying: "The DMLE will ask those questions, Mr Potter. Thank you for showing that map."
Xxxxx
When I sat back down at the table, I grinned: "Snape, Dumbledore, now Moody, who is it tomorrow?"
Cedric heard me joke about it and chided me: "Harry, this is not a laughing matter, Moody was a War Hero, he doesn't deserve to be mocked."
I held my hands up and said: "Hold on, Cedric, Professor Flitwick and I have just rescued Moody out of his own trunk. An impostor was using Polyjuice to act as Moody, and kept him in the trunk to keep him alive."
Hermione added: "The person that is used for the Polyjuice must be alive, or it doesn't work."
That started the discussion on the impostor's identity, I called out loud: "I have it from Moody, he said that it was Barty Crouch… Junior!"
Chaos! Mayhem! Extra free hours! Who is next? Hagrid? Nah, I like that man, even though he hasn't a grain of common sense. The Kitty! As a deputy headmistress, she is responsible for the teaching staff and has the power to reprimand bad conduct, even firing the teacher if it is getting out of hand.
Xxxxx
Classes were dismissed when the castle was swarmed by Aurors, I had to show the map to Madam Bones.
"With this map, we saw in June that Pettigrew was still alive. He was a Rat animagus and hid in Hagrid's hut. My Sworn GodfatherSirius Black was hunting him. My Sworn Godfather finally caught him and dragged him with Ron Weasley, who kept Pettigrew as a pet, into the Shrieking Shack. Pettigrew was the secret keeper for my parents and my Sworn Godfather acted as decoy."
I looked sad: "Pettigrew escaped when the Dementors closed in to suck mine and my Sworn Godfathers Souls out. I chased them away with my Patronus, and passed out."
Then, with an angry face, I said: "I woke up in the hospital wing when Fudge and Snape were talking to Dumbledore to give my Sworn Godfather, who was locked up in the castle, the Dementor kiss. Miss Granger and I tried to convince Fudge that my Sworn Godfather was innocent, but he would not listen. I heard that one of his sponsors wants my Sworn Godfather dead so that his son can get his hands on my Sworn Godfather's money. Luckily my Sworn Godfather could escape."
I looked at Madam Bones and said: "Did I already mention that Sirius Black is my Sworn Godfather? No? If he betrayed me he would have dropped dead on the spot. Madam Bones, I want a trial for my Sworn Godfather, a trial that he never had in the first place."
Madam Bones said: "Black had never a trial? That is hard to believe, even Bellatrix Lestrange had one. I will look into this when I am back in my office. I find it highly irregular that Dumbledore allowed a dementor in the castle to give a prisoner the kiss. The normal procedure is to call the Aurors and question the prisoner. How did he escape?"
I shrugged: "Dumbledore suggested that Miss Granger and I use the time turner she has been using all year to go back in time and help him escape."
Madam Bones was baffled: "Did you just confess that you helped a wanted criminal escape?"
I grinned: "No, you heard me say that I rescued an innocent man that is illegally hunted by an evil organization that kidnapped him and held him as a prisoner for twelve years. My Sworn Godfatherdid not escape his prison, he escaped from his kidnappers. He was never convicted of a crime, Madam, check your facts. I prevented a murder and a line theft. With help from Dumbledore, although it was Dumbledore that put Sirius, My Sworn Godfather, in Azkaban in the first place."
Now, did I say that Sirius is my Sworn Godfather enough? I hope she doesn't forget it. You know, such details matter.
Before Madam Bones left I told her: "Tell Minister Fudge that I will examine the House Black books soon, Malfoy will never get his paws on the Black fortune. I am my Sworn Godfather's Heir. He better get his priorities straight."
Although, I don't want Fudge kissing my butt, or worse, the pink toad!
22 Prepping for the task.
"Mr. Potter, are you accusing the Minister of corruption? That is a serious accusation and can backfire as slander to the Minister and used against you," warned Madam Bones.
I shrugged and asked: "Madam Bones, can you tell me why Fudge had to be present to slaughter a Hippogriff that Malfoy wanted dead? Why wasn't the DMLE notified after my Sworn Godfather was captured?"
I looked her in the eyes and said: "Do not forget Malfoy was one of the many that got away with the Imperio excuse by donating large sums to so-called charities. And from the moment Fudge got elected Malfoy spent almost more time in Fudge's office than Fudge himself. So think, Madam Bones, who will benefit if my sworn Godfather dies?"
Madam Bones shook her head: "I feel for you, Mr. Potter, but without hard evidence, this is slander against a Minister and a benefactor to our community. Saying it out loud can and will get you in trouble."
"Then I will keep quiet until I have my evidence, Madam Bones. Oh, can I give you a small tip? When the names for the tournament were selected, I spotted a water bug flying in our Great Hall. You understand that it is not the season nor the environment for water bugs. The next day, Rita Skeeter reported the event in the Daily Prophet almost word for word. Good day, Madam Bones."
I better take care of the bug now, in the books Harry saw Malfoy and his goons talking to something small in his hand, so the bug was under Malfoy's control. Getting rid of Rita will muzzle Malfoy's control on that paper. If she gets caught, it will be five years in Azkaban, or when the word gets out, there will be a nationwide water bug hunt with flyswatters.
Xxxxx
After lunch, we went to Myrtle's bathroom and into the secret passage, §Stairs§ turned the slide into steps. Hermione, Daphne, and Luna gasped when they saw the shed snake skin, Luna asked: "Harry? Are you certain that this snake is dead? It is a big one."
"Yep, I stabbed it myself" I answered while I made the passage wider and reinforced the ceiling. "I expect it to be a bit smelly, it is dead for more than a year."
We arrived at the big door, §Open§ it let us in §Lights§ lit the place up. In the Chamber, the carcass of the snake made a big impression, it wasn't even smelly at all.
Luna walked around it with wide eyes, suddenly she called out loud: "Winky? Can you bring my camera here? It is in my trunk. Thank you, Winky, see, Dobby tried to save Harry from this basilisk."
"Dobby be brave elf, Missy Luna, Winky be thanking Dobby for saving Master Harry." and Winky popped away.
I chuckled: "Dobby is going to get some tonight. Good for him."
Luna took command: "Harry, stand next to the head, Hermione, Daphne, stand next to him. This is an exclusive for the Quibbler, wait, I need some more from a different angle… Perfect!"
"Luna, you stand next to it, for when you write a book about exotic creatures, it would make a great cover for the book." I offered.
Luna's eyes sparkled: "You mean that Harry? I can use a picture of this Basilisk for a book cover? Thank you!"
Hermione smiled and said: "You are our dear friend, Luna, when Harry says that you can use it, feel free to do so. Just give some copies of those pictures to us."
"I agree, Luna," said Daphne, "without you, we wouldn't known of the connection between Hermione and me. You are one of us now."
Luna blushed and asked: "One of us?"
Daphne grinned: "Why, yes of course, you shared our bed last night, if that doesn't make you one of us, then I don't know what would."
Hermione took the picture of the Basilisk and Luna, a deep red blushing Luna with a dreamy expression on her face. That book will be a bestseller for sure.
We explored the chamber, we only found an empty office, it was cleared out ages ago, I have memories of a disappointed Riddle looking at that empty office. Meh, we found two more snake skins, then, I extracted some Venom from the Basilisk and dripped it on the Tiara and ring, carefully avoiding the Stone.
The results were clear, two screaming vapors went out of the Tiara and ring and dissipated into nothing. I grinned: "Two down, the diary and the cup, makes four, Nagini is five, that leaves the locket and yours truly at seven. We only have to wait for Sirius and Gringotts offer. I am not in the mood to receive an Avada again, the people upstairs will take that badly."
Luna asked: "People upstairs? Who are you talking about?"
I shrugged: "I bet the ones that give you those dreams of Malfoy's dungeon. There must be someone that is watching us, don't you think?"
Daphne growled: "They better not look at what we are doing in our bed."
I hugged her: "Honey, there are 7 billion people on Earth, I bet they have other priorities. And if they watch, well, I can't blame them, the three of you are smoking hot to look at."
I bet I am scoring points with that comment… yep, Group Hug is my favorite out-of-bed pastime.
Xxxxx
Back in Myrtle's bathroom, I closed the entrance and gave it a password §Property of Potter§ that will keep Ron out of the Chamber, in this story he is a Parselmouth too. With Dumbledore out of the picture and the treat of squibbing, if they potion me, they are laying low.
Myrtle came out of her toilet: "What have you been doing down there? It is dangerous there!"
"We went down to see if that snake was still in good condition Myrtle, you know that snake that killed you, fifty years ago."
"Still in good condition? You mean it is dead?" she asked.
Hermione answered: "Yes, Myrtle, Harry killed it more than a year ago, we are going to harvest it next week. May I ask what is keeping you on this plane? Is it for avenge on your killer?"
Myrtle pouted: "No, it was that cow Olivia Hornby, I vowed to haunt her if I died. But after a few months, they banished me here and bound me to this toilet."
"I can undo that if you want Myrtle, you will be able to go anywhere you want, or even pass on." I offered.
"Yes, please! This toilet is driving me crazy!" Said Myrtle, she almost shouted it.
Twenty minutes later Myrtle Warren passed on to the next adventure, I am curious what her reaper has to say to her.
Xxxxx
At Dinner, rumors were flying all over the place, we were still sitting at the Ravenclaw table close to Fleur and asking questions about Beaubatons, the more she spoke about it the more attractive it became.
Daphne commented: "If Harry manages to learn French on an acceptable level, I would like to transfer there. The enchanting class is appealing to me, so is the alchemy course. Both are not taught here."
Fleur smiled: "Please do so, and the weather is much better than here, even as we are located in the Pyrenees mountains of the south of France, the climate is warmer than here."
That moment a Gringotts owl landed in front of Daphne, she accepted the letter, while I gave it a drumstick. Damn, I could not fool the bird, swallowing a chicken leg would choke it. With a glare at me, it flew away.
When I read the letter I swore: "Bloody fuck! Those goblins are greedy bastards! 5000? Why don't I take a knife and carve it out of my head? Do they want my kidney too?"
Hermione softly said: "See it as compensation for our visit in a few years. It's a small price to pay for getting rid of that thing."
Fleur asked: "What thing needs five thousand galleons to get rid of if I may ask? That is the price of a full team of Goblins for a week."
I answered: "Some foul cursed family heirloom, it affects my curse scar too, we need the connection removed without lobotomizing me."
Fleur nodded: "Goblins are good at that, I want to get a job there as a curse breaker and enchanter after the Tournament."
I smiled: "If we survive the tournament."
Fleur raised her eyebrows and asked: "Why are you so pessimistic? They assured us that the tasks are not so dangerous as before."
I grinned: "If a child said a dog is dangerous, would a man like Hagrid say the same? It is all in your perspective, Miss Fleur. Hagrid had a baby dragon in his cabin three years ago, and he claimed that dragons are just misunderstood and are gentle beings if you know how to handle them."
Daphne added: "It all depends on who decided on the tasks, and what that person considers as dangerous."
Fleur looked suspicious: "It sounds to me you know what the first task is going to be and I won't like it."
I nodded: "You are correct on both accounts, Miss Fleur. We will tell you when they arrive, promise."
Fleur thought for a bit and nodded: "I can wait, Harry. Oh, I meant to ask you, how can you resist my allure so good? Others start drooling after a few minutes tops, you on the other hand can have a conversation with me without stuttering or making a fool of yourself."
Luna commented: "Harry has a Soul Bond with Hermione and Daphne. The bond prevents mind-altering effects."
Fleur said: "Congratulations on your bonding, Harry, Hermione and Daphne. Too bad actually, men who can resist our allure are in high demand with the Veela population. They are often invited to live in the enclave, and sire a lot of children."
Hermione: "Too bad for the enclaves he is taken already, Harry is even capable of resisting the Imperio Curse."
Daphne tapped Hermione's arm: "Hermione! Shame on you! You are bragging about Harry, although it is something to brag about."
Fleur smiled: "You are always welcome to pay a visit to the enclave."
I smiled back: "You are always welcome for a visit in our quarters, Fleur. Ask any elf for directions, or ask Winky to take you there."
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In our quarters I asked: "On what day should I let that Soul piece be removed?"
Daphne suggested: "Next week on Friday? Then you have two days to recuperate, and Dumbledore will still be out of the picture."
Hermione nodded: "I agree, make an appointment for Friday after breakfast. As a Champion, you don't have to attend classes."
Friday it is, we sent Hedwig away with the letter after I dispelled all the trackers and compulsion charms. That bird was compelled to let Dumbledore read my mail first. One more proof Dumbledore is a control freak.
When it was time for bed, Hermione took the middle, and Luna lay beside Daphne, after a few snogs we fell asleep. I woke up when I felt a hand entering my boxer and started exploring Little Dude.
I heard whispers: "How will that fit? Will it be that hard all the time? Hermione, what do you do next?"
I heard Hermione whisper back: "Now I have to stroke it to stimulate it, then he will cum and eject his semen. Sometimes women will put it in their mouth and suck on it. I read about it in Mum's novels, I read that men like that very much."
Luna asked: "Are you going to do that? What will that taste like?"
Hermione silently answered: "Not today, I was just curious how it feels like in my hand. To suck it I want him awake for that."
I whispered back: "I am glad you want me awake for that, but please don't stop what you are doing, it feels great."
Daphne asked: "Isn't it better to remove your boxer shorts, Harry? Hermione, pull it down, we want to see it."
Wtf? Do they want a show? I am already on the edge, waking up with an erection is normal, but waking up with a hand on your erection, is not so normal, Little Dude is barely holding it in. Hermione removed her hand and pulled my boxer down, then she straddled my legs, took Little Dude in her hand, and softly started pumping, Daphne and Luna moved closer to have a better look, groaning, I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate to hold it in. Fourteen years old and waking up in the middle of a hand job doesn't need much to spill a load.
I lost it when Luna said: "Daphne? Maybe you have to kiss it like in Hermione's mother's Novels?"
I would like to say it went up against the ceiling, but that would be lying, it was only halfway. No comments please, there was a lot of pressure involved. Before I could clean it up, Luna dipped her finger in it and tasted it, she commented: "A bit salty, it doesn't taste bad at all."
Daphne and Hermione did the same, Hermione said: "You are right, Luna, I will try sucking it next time."
When Little Dude heard that, he sprung back into action. With a wave of my hand, I cleaned the mess. Luna pointed: "Look, it is hard again, I thought that it had to go flat before it was ready again?"
Daphne said: "I guess we are stimulating him. Isn't it a boy's dream to have a lot of girls in his bed? Can I try, Hermione? Luna? How do our bonds look like?"
Luna looked at us and said: "The weakest bond is between you and Hermione. That needs work."
Blushing, Hermione and Daphne looked at each other, I suggested: "We can talk about it tonight, it is too close to breakfast to start now. Maybe you can get a head start by taking a shower together."
Now the blush went from deep pink to blood red, after a look at each other they did anyway. Slowly their chaste walls are crumbling down further. The session from this morning was a start, if we have to do a three-way marriage, some Yuri action has to be included. Showering together is a great help to strengthen the Soul Bond. They kept blushing but were holding hands, I call that an improvement, Luna nodded and confirmed it.
Xxxxx
The new headliners of the Daily Poison showed two main topics,
The Boy Who Lives is now the Man Who Bonded!
Alastor Moody was found alive in his office at Hogwarts!
Dear Readers!
This is like a horror story! The man that we thought to be Alastor Moody turned out to be the presumed dead Barty Crouch JUNIOR! The convicted Death Eater who was supposed to be dead and buried in Azkaban!
According to our sources, Alastor Moody was attacked in late August, and Barty Crouch Junior has been posing as the retired Auror ever since, using Polyjuice, while the real Alastor was locked up in his own trunk!
Alastor has been cursing Albus Dumbledore to be a blind idiot or a malicious criminal for not noticing the deception. After all, they have been friends since the Grindelwald war. Spending two months in school, surely Dumbledore must have noticed something.
Dumbledore was not available due to a prior accident he was involved in, he is currently in St. Mungo's where he is being treated for brain damage. We can but wonder when that damage started on his brain. The rumor mill whispered it was caused when he illegally entered a student's mind with Legilimency.
All of that raised the question, what was Barty Crouch Junior and Peter Pettigrew planning to do at Hogwarts? An examination showed that Peter Pettigrew carried the Dark Mark, so two Death Eaters who were supposed to be long gone, were found at Hogwarts boundary, one of them was acting as the Dada Professor for two months!
Barty Crouch Senior was seen in the offices of the DMLE, no doubt for questioning why and how his son was out of Azkaban.
Are our children safe? A Death Eater could wander through Hogwarts like he was strolling through a park? What other dark secrets are the staff hiding from us?
Edited by Barnaby Cuffe
Escaping Azkaban is easy? More on page 2
Polyjuice, the perfect disguise, or a blind headmaster? More on page 3
Is our education really the best in the world? Statistics on page 4
The curse on the Dada position strikes again! More on page 5
Travel Trunks, the perfect prison? More on page 10
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The Boy Who Bonded!
Yes, dear Readers, the Boy Who Lived, our very own Harry Potter, has done another heaven-defying feat. Harry managed to form a Soul Bond, not just a normal Soul Bond, which is on its own very rare, no our Hero managed to Soul Bond with two Witches!
This is unheard of, and never before recorded, one of our specialists who wants to remain incognito reports: "A three-way bond is so rare, because when the first Soul Bond is formed, they usually stopped kissing others, so preventing to add more to their Bonding."
That, dear readers is understandable, once you formed the Bond, you won't start kissing others in the hope you find another one, that will only damage the existing Bond.
We managed to get the names of those two lucky Witches, Miss Daphne Greengrass, Heir to House Greengrass, and Hermione Granger, Muggleborn and close friend of our Hero since their first year.
We wish them all the luck in the world and bless them on their Soul Bonding.
Edited by Barnaby Cuffe.
More about Soul bonds on page 6
Who will wear the pants in this relationship? More on page 8
More on the effects of Magical bonding on the modern Wizards on page 9
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I chuckled: "No Rita Skeeter signing it this time? I bet she heard me talking to Madam Bones and is in hiding."
Hermione commented: "We could have used her, but as you said, Malfoy was using her for years, so in the end we gained more than we lost."
Daphne nodded: "Not one word about Black, that proves that she is in Malfoy's pocket. Otherwise, that news is too juicy to pass on. She would scream it all over the front page, getting one over the Ministry will get more readers. So are we on a bug hunt?"
I shook my head, "Nope, let the DMLE go after her, they are paid to do that stuff."
One by one, students came to us to congratulate us Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Micheal Corner, Neville Longbottom… ah! I remember now! The Potter Alliance! How could I forget that big stick behind the door?
I grinned evilly: "So, you remembered that our families used to be allies, or did you find out just a few days ago like me? Here was Harry Bloody Potter, skinny, dressed in rags, clueless about the Wizarding World, desperately needing help from his allies, and not getting it. No, lovely girls like Miss Bones and Abbot were telling me what an evil Wizard I was in our second year, after all, I can talk to snakes."
I stood up and glared at the Alliance members: "You can write to your parents or guardians that I am reevaluating that Alliance soon, based on the behavior of their Heirs, of course. Oh, thank you for your good wishes on my Soul bonding."
That stirred up the ant nest. All of them rushed to their dorms, probably writing letters to their parents at home, if I remember it right, the Potters were big sponsors for their allies, and those allies were not in a hurry to pay some of it back.
Madam Pomfrey came to my table: "Mr. Potter, report to the Hospital wing for an examination, we need to make certain that the bond is well established."
I shook my head: "No can do that, Madam Pomfrey. You are not qualified to do so. If I need an opinion about our bond I will visit St. Mungo's or Gringotts. My wives and I are off limits for you."
"Mr. Potter!" she shouted, "I am responsible for the health of all the students in Hogwarts! That includes you and your wives! Report to the Hospital wing at once!"
I shouted back: "If you were responsible for my health, where were you the last three years? I was abused and starved by my relatives for ten years! Each year I was in your Hospital Wing and you didn't do shit about it. So bug off Madam Pomfrey, you were planning to write a book about it, don't you?"
I turned to McGonagall and shouted at her: "And you! I came here small, skinny, and dressed in rags and you didn't care! But when you saw me flying on a broom, there, here is a Nimbus 2000 boy, and try to catch that snitch or die trying!"
Hmm, now that I have the attention of the Hall, I might as well go all the way, ah, I'll add a small Sonorus: "I spent ten years in a cupboard under the stairs! Starved, beaten, and neglected! Not one word or letter from the Wizarding world! Then, on my eleventh birthday, someone drags me into the wizarding world and suddenly I am bloody famous? Where were you all those years when I needed help? Who dropped me off there anyway? What right did they have to do that? You see me walking in cast-off clothes that are five sizes too big and nobody notices that? Are the teachers fucking Blind? No, you are never there, McGonagall, you are our head of House but they might as well appoint an old broomstick for that job for the same results."
Too much? The broomstick part perhaps, the Hall was silent for a couple of seconds until a sixth-year girl commented: "I did write you a letter each year from the day I could write. I never got an answer, I stopped writing when I was ten years old."
The same comments sounded from all the tables, I held my hands up: "Sorry everyone, my very first owl post was my Hogwarts letter and it was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. I assumed you knew how I was treated there and didn't care about it. What I do know is I want to kill the bastards that put me there and the assholes that kept sending me back there."
That will do it, I'll bet a lot of owls will fly to their parents tonight. I looked coolly at Pomfrey and said: "Run along Medi nurse, we don't want you or need you, go hug the headmaster for all I care."
Pomfrey is one character that baffled me, she can do diagnostic charms, I was in that wing more than enough, and she didn't see it once? She allowed me to return to the Dursleys? Bitch. McGonagall is another bitch, if I am the nation's Hero, she must have paid more attention to my situation. Meh, fuck her. That is right! Fuck her! So I don't have to fuck that woman, it seems she is on a daily diet of lemons... The normal kind of lemons.
Fleur commented: "The Heroes from Britain have it rough. We never knew the full story, Harry, you have been through a lot, and I am sorry for you. Beaubatons will welcome you with open arms."
Cedric said: "We will make it right, Harry, we never knew, I suspect they must have notice me not or an aversion spell cast on you for us to ignore your situation. Believe me, we treat our celebrities completely differently."
Fleur nodded: "That is the only possible explanation, Harry. A spell that made them leave you alone, is hard to overcome if they are not keyed to you. Hermione for example could override that spell due to the Soul link."
"We better hurry to class… ah, we have potions now, did they find a replacement yet? No? I'll go to my quarters and prepare for the first task." I sighed,
"Hermione gave me a short hug, "Don't worry, Harry, we will help."
Xxxxx
When Luna went to her class, I asked the girls: "Hermione? Daphne? Doesn't it have to feel strange if Luna shares our bed? Or wouldn't the situation from this morning be awkward? Luna dipped her finger in it and tasted it, and we accepted that as normal. Would any of you allow another girl in our bed? Like Tracey? Parvati? They are your friends, and have been longer than Luna."
After a minute Daphne answered: "Now that I thought about it, having Luna in our bed feels normal, I didn't give it a second thought of her dipping her finger in it and having a taste, Hermione and I followed her example without thinking. Normally I would be embarrassed if I did that in the presence of a girl that I know for only a few days."
I groaned: "My reaper told me he would do something extra to entertain the guys upstairs, I fear Luna is the something extra, could she be another Soul Bond? She is only thirteen!"
Hermione shook her head: "She is fourteen, her birthday is five days after me on 24 of September. I admit we feel comfortable around her. What she said in Malfoy's dungeon and Olivander struck a nerve with me. I agree with Daphne, that situation of this morning would never happen with Tracey or Parvati."
She shrugged: "There is one way to find out, Harry, you have to give her a snog."
I bit back: "No, Hermione, there are two other ways, one of you can give her a snog. Why would it have to be me?"
Daphne teased: "You are the only male? What can it hurt? She is only two months younger than you, you can ask her if she wants it first."
I grumbled: "Shouldn't you work on strengthening your bond? Some snogs? Cop a feel? A hand job? A blowjob?"