4 The Greater Good or the Greater Evil?
I did not see much, though. The tub is filled to the brim with water and soap bubbles. The only things that are above the bubbles are shoulders and heads. I did not even see them jump into the tub, I was too late to think of making the wall transparent.
I called out, "Can I have a female elf here, please?"
An elf popped in and asked, "What can Bonny do for student Potter?"
I pointed at the wall and told her, "Those six girls are having a bath, but forgot to bring clean underwear. Can you bring clean panties and a bra for them? They are Hermione Granger from Gryffindor, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis from Slytherin, Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff, and Padma Patil from Ravenclaw."
I smiled and added, "If possible, red panties and bra. If they don't have a red one, can you color a pink one red? That will improve the group unity and promote house solidarity. And if possible, some tea and snacks when they are done bathing."
Bonny frowned when she saw the girls in the tub and asked, "Is student Potter peeking at female students?"
I shook my head, "One is my girlfriend, and two will be my contractors. I only made this wall transparent after they were in the water. I did it so you could see who they are. Can you do this for them, please? It is important to have clean clothes after a bath. I will turn the wall back to normal."
Bonny only left after I removed the one-sided window from the wall. I hope she believed my bullshit. She is protective of the girls, so I like her, even when it robs me of my eye candy. I set up a table and some chairs for our snacks.
Bonny popped in with a tray of snacks and a big pot of tea. The first thing she did was check the wall. Once she was sure I did not peek again, she said, "Bonny put clean clothes for the students, and dirty clothes in the laundry. Bonny did as Student Potter asked, and put red panties and bras for the Students."
Bonny looked sideways at me and added, "Bonny will stay until Students are out of bath."
I accepted my loss and poured a cup of tea, "I will tell the girls you watched over them, Bonny. I am sure they will call you to thank you in person. Do you want to drink a cup of tea with me?"
Bonny shook her head, "Tea be bad for House Elves, student Potter. House elves be drinking water."
I made a chair elf-sized and pointed at it, "Then get a glass of water and an Elf elf-appropriate snack while we wait until the girls are done."
Bonny looked surprised at me. Usually, students ask for snacks and say thank you at most. Nobody asked her to sit at their table and join the group. She snapped her fingers, a glass of water and a bowl of berries appeared on the table.
I sipped my tea and took a bite of my pastry and moaned, "Ah! Excellent tea, and this pastry is good! Give my compliments to whoever prepared them, Bonny. This is first-class service."
Bonny's ears glowed red from blushing, I added, "You know, we never see you work, I suppose that is what House elves take pride in. But we should thank you more for the work you all do in the castle. Hmm? Are those berries specially for elves?"
Bonny grabbed the question with both hands, she almost fainted from the compliments I gave her, "These berries are bad for students, like tea be bad for House Elves, student Potter."
I looked at the berries, but did not recognize them. I asked, "Did you ever extract the juice from the berries and mix it with your water? That would be Elf lemonade. Or make pastries from the berries."
Bonny shook her head, "No, we be drinking water and eating berries. Bonny will try what student Potter said."
When we were halfway through our snack, I asked, "I am curious, do you know Dobby, the former Malfoy Elf? He saved my life last year, and I wanted to hire him. But he doesn't come when I call him. Do you know him?"
Bonny nodded, "We be knowing Dobby Free Elf. Dobby Free Elf is banned from talking to student Potter by headmaster Whiskers with nasty spell. Dobby can not hear Student Potter. Does student Potter wants to bond with Dobby Free Elf?"
I nodded, "Dobby saved my life, I consider him a close friend and want to bind him to House Potter."
"Bonny be removing nasty spell, student Potter." Bonny closed her eyes. After a minute, Dobby popped in. Dobby looked around and spotted me, "Master Harry Potter, sir! Dobby be looking for you, but could not find you."
I hugged Dobby, "Bonny helped out, Dobby. Bonny? Can you bring another glass of water and a bowl of berries?"
I made a second elf-sized chair next to Bonny's. "Sit down and have a drink, Dobby. I have been calling you, but a spell prevented you from hearing me. Bonny removed that spell and called you here."
A snap of Bonny's finger provided Dobby with water and berries. Shyly, they looked at each other. I came to the point, "Dobby, I am looking for a House Elf for House Potter, are you interested? Or do you want to have a paid job?"
Dobby jumped up and almost yelled, "Dobby wants to be Potter elf!"
The bond was made within a minute. Dobby must get something from the bond, he clearly lost some years and grew a bit taller. I turned to Bonny, "Thank you, Bonny, you were a great help. Is there something I can do for you or give you?"
Bonny looked sideways at Dobby and said, "Student Potter can do. Student Potter be giving permission to Dobby to breed."
OK… I did not see that coming. I looked from Dobby to Bonny, both got it bad, it seems. I might as well give my permission, "Dobby, you have a lifetime permission to breed whichever House Elf girl you want, or want you. You never have to ask for my permission to breed. You have to do something about your outfit, though. Let Bonny help you choose, but the Potter crest has to be on it. You can take money from my vault, the key is in my trunk, but finish your berries first."
Ah, love at first sight! Winky will have to look for another one. Dobby gobbled his berries Ron Weasley style, and popped away with Bonny. Dobby be shagging Bonny.
Xxxxx
Twenty minutes later, an angry voice roared, "Bloody Potter, what did you do this time?"
The door slammed open, and a fuming Ice Queen got in front of me, "How did you get my clothes here, Potter? Is this something you can let the room do? Sneaking into my room?"
I shrugged, "No, my dear betrothed, I asked Bonny the House Elf to bring clean clothes and put the dirty ones in the laundry. Wait a minute! I think I can make a door to your room! Do you want me to try it?"
With an ice-cold voice, she said, "You can try, but that would be the last thing you do on this planet. Promise you won't try, Harry."
I smiled at her and said, "I promise to only make a door to your room if you ask me nicely for it."
That warmed the Ice Queen up a bit. She sat down and poured a cup of tea. She asked, "This is Bonny's work too? The teapot is still hot… Ah, a stasis charm, or the tea would have been too strong. That is excellent service. The pastries are good too, almost like the ones from home."
One by one, the girls entered and sat around the table. Padma commented, "Strange, I can not remember I packed red underwear."
Three pairs of angry eyes glared at me. Hermione hissed, "What did you do this time, you pervert?"
I raised my hands in defense, "I asked Bonny to bring clean clothes, and if possible, red underwear. You know, as a sign of companionship, unity. I asked Bonny to color a pink one if there were no red ones. I happen to like red underwear, so I asked Bonny for it."
Hannah giggled while she took a pastry, "Good luck with Potter, Daphne. You will have your hands full with him. I must say it is a flashy color. Will the color fade, Harry?"
I shrugged, "I asked Bonny to make the color permanent, I don't know if she succeeded."
Susan said, "Why don't we ask her?"
I almost shouted, "NO! Not now!"
Susan frowned, "Why not? They answer our call all day."
I tried to explain, "She did me a huge favor, and I returned a favor. She will be busy all night."
Hermione looked suspiciously at me, "Spill it out, Harry. What did you do?"
I confessed, "I was looking for Dobby, but he never came when I called him. Bonny told me there was a spell from Dumbledore that blocked Dobby from hearing me. Bonny removed that block and called Dobby. I made him a Potter Elf. I rewarded Bonny, of course."
Daphne frowned, "What could you give to a House Elf from Hogwarts besides a thank you?"
I grinned, "I gave Dobby the right to breed Bonny. I am certain they are at it now."
That comment almost started Spew. It took the combined effort of five girls to explain the symbiotic relationship between House Elves and their Masters. I comforted her, "Relax, honey, I will give him an allowance, I can not call it a wage, because family members receive allowances. I also told Dobby he could shag any elf he wants, or wants him."
Susan frowned, "Honey? I thought you were contracted to Daphne? Why do you say, honey… are you cheating on Daphne?"
I looked at Daphne for help. She sighed and said, "A vow to keep it a secret, girls."
After the vows, Daphne explained, "We pretend to have that contract, to get the Ferret of my case. He has been nagging more and more this year to get me and Tracey for House Black and has started to get pushy and handsy. Harry owed me a favor and will act as a shield against the Ferret."
I added, "Hermione and I just started a relationship, but she gave permission to help Daphne out. The fact that we don't like the Ferret helped a lot in our decision."
Hanna's eyes sparkled, "A love triangle! No, a love quadrilateral! A four-sided love story! The Boy Who Loved!"
Padma dryly commented, "The Boy Who was Horny, more like it. How are you going to solve this mess? It will be all over the Prophet tomorrow. Knowing their policy, they will ignore the truth and spin their own version. It is fifty-fifty of being a hero or a villain. The same goes for Daphne and Tracey. They can be pure maidens, or money-hungry grabbers."
I shrugged, "It is not for long. Once Sirius clears his name, the Ferret will lose his claim on House Black."
That started another round of explanations about an innocent Lord Black and an evil Headmaster.
Susan looked at me, "My aunt needs to know that, Harry, she has the power to go over Fudge's head. That will get the kiss on sight away, and open a chance to get a proper trial. Can I inform her about Black, Harry?"
I looked around, everyone nodded. I sighed, "Go for it, Susan, if it doesn't help, it doesn't hurt either."
Tracey groaned, "It is after curfew. No doubt there will be Malfoy grunts on the lookout to take points from us."
I checked my map, "It is the big grunt, Tracey. Snape is waiting for you in your common room."
I turned to Daphne and grinned. Daphne sighed and asked, "I can't believe I am asking this. Harry, will you please open a door in our bedroom?"
My grin got wider, "Certainly, my dear, you only had to ask nicely."
A door opened in Daphne's and Tracey's room. They passed through, and the door vanished. Susan said, "In our common room, Harry… no outside the common room, if we come out a door like that, Questions will be asked, and Answers will be demanded."
I said, after checking the map, "I replaced a door from a storage room next to the kitchen. Go for it."
When they were gone, I did the same for Padma. I checked the map first, "Padma? A Luna Lovegood is standing at the door. Can you see what is going on? I thought the questions were easier at night. I will leave this door open."
Padma returned with Luna, "Some upper-year confounded the doorknob. I can't break that spell, so it must have been a sixth or seventh year that did that. It is after curfew, so I can not explain how I got out."
Luna kept on looking at me. She said, "You are Harry Potter."
I nodded, "I am."
Luna said, "They say that you want to see everyone's tits."
I answered carefully, "Truthfully, I can not deny that, I am a teenage boy, after all. But I was talking about the birds when the Weasley twins and I discussed tits in the Great Hall. Besides, you are a second-year student, wait a few more years before you show your tits to a boy. I haven't even seen Hermione's or Padma's tits yet."
Padma's "And you never will!" was ignored by me.
Luna commented sadly, "Then I shaved my pussy for nothing. They said you liked naked pussies."
Hermione growled, "I very much want to know who 'They' are, and have a few words with them."
I patted Luna's shoulder, "They lied, Luna. In fact, I don't like naked pussies. I want to see some fur on them. And just like your tits, wait a few years to show them to anyone. Hermione, check her for spells, please."
Hermione waved her wand, "A confundus, and… something more, stronger. Luna, dear, go with your parents to St Mungo's when you get off the train. There is a strong spell on you, one I can not recognize."
I opened a door next to Padma's bedroom and said, "I'll take Luna to Flitwick. This is not a prank but a malicious attack. Hermione, I let you out in your dorm too."
Xxxxx
I took Luna by the hand when we left the room, next to Flitwick's chamber. I kept on knocking on the door until Flitwick opened his door. He looked at us holding hands, Luna didn't want to let go, and asked, "What is the meaning of this, Mr Potter and Miss Lovegood?"
I answered, "Luna is being bullied, Professor, she is being bullied badly. Some upper-years put her outside and spelled the doorknob to prevent it from opening. Check her out for spells, please."
Flitwick waved his wand and paled, "Oh dear. That is troubling. I am not allowed to remove that spell, Mr Potter."
I shrugged, "I bet the DMLE will want to know why, Professor. This is not a harmless prank, this is an attack on House Lovegood. I will make sure that she will be protected, Professor. No matter what the Headmaster's schemes are. That spell is from the Headmaster, am I right?"
Flitwick sighed, "It is, Mr Potter. I am sure he has a good reason for it."
I shook my head, "Professor, go take a look in a mirror and repeat what you said, and see what kind of person you became. I ask you again, remove that spell, please. She is your responsibility, if it gets done in St Mungo's, they will be calling for your explanation. Either way, you lose."
Flitwick sighed and removed the spell. Luna's face lit up, "I remember it all, now!"
I put a finger on her lips, "Wait until you are home, Luna, it is not safe to let everyone know here."
I turned to Flitwick, "That Greater Good from Dumbledore looks more like his Greater Evil, sir. Can you let Luna in and find out who spelled the door?"
It is sad when you have to tell a bloody Professor how to do his job. I checked my map, Dumbledore is not in the castle? Ah! Maybe he is discussing the Tri-Wizard Tournament with the other Headmasters on the continent. That is good news, the range of those listening spells is twenty miles maximum. The route to my common room was clear, so I took a stroll to my destination.
Hermione was waiting, of course. I explained what happened and how I forced Flitwick to remove that spell. I ended with, "Dumbledore lost his mind, he thinks he is allowed to put spells on whoever he wants."
Hermione looked around and said, "Check your map first, I waited here to get my good night snog, Harry."
We went to bed five minutes later. I might have touched a few boobies. I checked her socks, red ones. Hah! I kissed red-footed Boobies!
Xxxxx
I sat between Daphne and Tracey at our table for breakfast. We decided to switch tables every meal. Padma, Hermione, Susan, and Hannah sat in front of us. Luna sat next to Daphne.
Softly, Padma reported what happened, and I completed the report with my talk with Flitwick. I said, "That makes me wonder who got spelled by Dumbledore too."
Hermione gasped, "Ginny! She was possessed for most of the year. I bet she has some spells on her."
I pointed to the twins, "Teach them that detection spell tonight, and let them handle it. Their oldest brother is a curse breaker. If he doesn't know what to do, who will? But it is possible Dumbledore removes that spell before she gets home."
The Ravenclaw table was silent. I bet Flitwick had some serious words to say to his prefects. Auwy! They all lost their jobs! He probably did not like what he saw in his mirror and cleaned house. Oh shit, Penelope lost her Head Girl job too. Percy will hate me for sure. No more midnight strolls for the lovebirds.
Xxxxx
The Prophet Headlined,
The Boy Who Lived is now the Boy Who Got Snared!
Dear Readers! In a surprise move, House Greengrass snatched The Boy Who Lived away from every other marriage candidate! Rumors say that Miss Greengrass lured The Boy Who Lived with the promise of adding an extra girl.
Dear Readers! That is clearly taking advantage of a teenager's lust for girls! We will investigate this further and promise to get to the bottom of this Lust triangle.
A fellow student, Mr Malfoy, testified, Greengrass was always hungry for power and is not shy to use every means possible. She is taking advantage of the week-willed Potter. She even refused my proposals because she could not dominate me.
Another student, Miss Parkinson, testified, Greengrass and Davis are always on the lookout to gain power. Obviously, they are using their looks for it.
Dear Readers, we are concerned about the safety of the Boy Who Lived, and we will do our best to find the truth.
Your faithful reporter,
Rita Skeeter.
More about the Boy Who Lived, on Page 2
House Greengrass, how dark are they? More on Page 3
House Davis, in cahoots with Greengrass? More on Page 3
What is Headmaster Dumbledore's opinion? More on Pages 4 and 6.
What is our Ministry's response going to be? We speculate on Page 5.
Xxxxx
I checked my map, and behold, she is here! I stood up and did a sonorus on my voice, "Everyone! I just saw a water beetle in the hall! I will give five Galleons for it if you can catch it. It is in this Hall, Five Galleons, Dead or Alive, preferably dead. There! I see it! Catch it!"
A bug was desperately avoiding spells and grabbing hands. Fred or George won the contest with an "Accio Water bug!" and, as a true beater, the other twin smacked it down with his hand. Proudly, they put the dead bug on the table in front of me, "There you go, Harrikins, how did you know that bug was here?"
I smiled mysteriously, I practiced it in a mirror, and said, "A bug or a rat, they are all pests anyway. I will give your money tonight."
I looked at the bug on the table and sat back down, while Daphne and Tracey were muttering bloody murder when they read the newspaper. I patted their legs and commented, "You can not kill the Ferret yet, Daphne and Tracey. Wait a few months. I closed the leak. It will send a message."
I turned to the Slytherin table and grinned at the Ferret and the Pug. They did not expect this outcome. Then, I had to do that move I saw many times in the movies: pointing with index and middle fingers to my eyes and then pointing them to Draco. The boy almost crapped his pants when, after that, I pointed to the dead bug and again at him. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore. It sent the message loud and clear. Now I can focus on my Snakes.
I put my hands on their legs again, I might have moved them around a bit, and said, "Rita won't be bothering us again."
Daphne's icy voice said, "Remove your grubby paws from our legs, Harry. It has no business there."
I added, "Yet." I removed my hands, then I saw Daphne vanish the bug.
She softly commented, "Thank you, Harry. But it is not wise to leave evidence behind."
I shrugged, "I was planning to put her on the Ferret's bed. This works too."
Tracey said sadly, "No Fire Queen, I'm just an extra girl for his lust. I am going to protest to that gossip rag."
I chuckled, "I am a lustful boy, Tracey. To be honest, I have yet to gain some benefits from this triangle of lust."
Hermione's voice silently said, "And you will have to wait much longer for it."
Hmm, she is sitting in front of me… let's do a footsie! That will calm her down. I removed my shoe and started to move my foot up and down her leg. After the first shock, she relaxed and enjoyed the attention. A bit more daring, my foot traveled upward and went under her skirt. That gave me a reaction I did not expect. She slid forward and opened her legs to give better access. I did not waste time and went for the main target. I was giving Hermione Granger a foot job in the Great Hall! How awesome is that?
A few minutes later, I saw her shudder when my big toe did a number on her clit, meaning the fun was over. Yes, she moved back on the bench out of reach of my trusty toe. It didn't escape Daphne's attention, though. "Be more careful, Harry," she whispered in my ear. "It can all blow up in our face if you are not careful enough."
I patted her leg again, "Daphne, you will always come out looking good, even when the truth comes out. Malfoy will take a hit when people know what you're prepared to sacrifice to get away from the creep. A few tears in the right place, and they will pity the girl who is bullied into a contract because she is beautiful and rich."
Daphne shook her head, "Remove the paw, Harry. Besides, Malfoy is controlling the Prophet."
I pointed out, "Not for much longer if he uses Black shares. Does your Father have shares?"
Daphne nodded, "Ten percent, enough to keep them in line, except for this. Malfoy is pushing his agenda through, no doubt."
Tracey followed the conversation and remarked, "With everything in the open, we can expect the Minister and the Headmaster. Who will arrive first, you think?"
Xxxxx
The doors slammed open, and the Minister came in, flanked by four Aurors. He looked around and spotted me. He said while walking to me, "Harry, you have to come with me so we can examine you for mind-altering spells and potions."
I shook my head, "The only spells on me have the Headmaster's magic signature, Minister Fudge, and it is Heir Potter, Minister Fudge."
I studied his face, "Minister, are you sure you want to put your neck on the block for meddling in the affairs between two Great Houses from the Heavenly Seven? Our houses go back for two thousand years."
I shook my head, "Minister, do you know you have a shady reputation? The word is out that you listen only to the one who gives you the most Galleons. Is it true or not? I don't know. But the time you spent with Malfoy gave you a nickname: Fudge, the hand puppet of Malfoy. Sir, you need to take more care of your reputation."
I put my hands on Daphne's and Tracey's hands and announced, "Anyone who wants to break us up has to consider the consequences. The combined forces of House Potter, Greengrass, Davis, and Black will go down on you like a ton of bricks."
Fudge sputtered, "The Malfoy boy is the next Lord Black, Harry. You are mistaken."
I shrugged, "No, Minister Fudge, Sirius Black is the Lord Black, and as my sworn Godfather, I can ask for some favors, like checking his accounts for Galleons that got misplaced by Malfoy. My sworn Godfather never betrayed my parents, Minister Fudge. Pettigrew was the secret keeper, Black was a decoy."
Daphne spoke up, "Minister Fudge, your actions today will be discussed at the next Wizengamot. Maybe you can keep your job, but I am starting to doubt that. Please leave, we want to finish our breakfast in peace."
When Fudge was gone, Daphne glared at me, "Move the paws, Potter… or I send Hermione to punish you." Hey! I was only holding her hands!
Xxxxx
The paws are retracted now. Hermione learned some nasty spells. When we were out of the Great Hall, after silencing the listening charms, I called Dobby. After twenty seconds, he popped in, obviously well shagged. I asked, "Dobby, do you know the elf from House Black?"
Dobby nodded, "Dobby knows Kreacher."
I gave a letter to Dobby and said, "Let Kreacher give this letter to Sirius Black. And tell Kreacher to tell Master Regulus's story to Sirius. He will help destroy the locket. This is what I want you to do and be alert to..."
Keeping Sirius in a house with a Horcrux is asking for trouble. That is one Horcrux that can be destroyed by me. I only need to get some Basilisk venom.
Xxxxx
Sirius read my letter for at least the tenth time.
Sirius,
I can not tell you much in a letter, in case it gets into the wrong hands. But I can tell you that Miss Greengrass and I are connected to get the Malfoy spawn of her case. I agreed to the contract to save Miss Greengrass and Miss Davis from Malfoy's unwelcome attentions.
Malfoy Junior claims he will be the next Lord Black and needs wives for it. So please, don't give up your Lordship!
What is needed is for you to learn detection spells and examine yourself. I have ten tracking spells on me and six Listening spells. I even think there is a blood tracker on me. So if Dumbledore was close to you a few days ago, then it is certain you are being tracked.
If there is an enemy to House Potter and House Black, Voldemort is taking second place after Dumbledore. So don't trust the old bastard and never invite him in.
To prove Dumbledore is evil, I can give evidence, my back, full of scars, courtesy of Vernon Dursley. I am the shortest boy of my year, with inches to spare, also courtesy of Petunia. While her husband and son are big and fat, I got fed barely enough to keep me alive. I spent ten years in a cupboard under the stairs. And guess who dropped me off on their doorstep? Yes, Dumbledore.
I want you to shape up, Sirius, and be Lord Black before Malfoy is finished robbing your vaults.
I bonded with a House Elf, Dobby. I told Dobby to listen to you. We can use him to exchange letters. Owls are monitored here. He can also pop you in and out of Gringotts.
On the Muggle side, I arranged to transfer the guardianship to Hermione's parents.
Oh, I made friends with Susan Bones. She will inform her Aunt of your situation. As the Head of the DMLE, she can move things forward.
Lord Greengrass and Lord Davis can be trusted. They also know all about your situation and can help you. Again, use Dobby to send letters. Not Kreacher, I heard that he sometimes visits Lady Malfoy.
And last, let Kreacher tell Regulus' story. I will explain later how I know about it.
I can destroy it, or the Goblins at Gringotts can.
Please, about Lupin, ask him who comes first, us, or Dumbledore? Ask a vow, Sirius, or you will be back in Azkaban before you can say Marauder.
I'll see you soon.
Your Godson, who has yet to thank you for the Firebolt, Harry.
PS, discuss working hours with Dobby, please. I gave him breeding rights to shag Bonny, and that needs his full devotion.
Sirius shook his head, "That boy's mind is all over the place. Kreacher!"
Xxxxx
At lunch, on the Ravenclaw table, Daphne and Tracey sat in front of me. Now my question is, is it to get away from my paws, or to get a footsie job? Ah, the kicks told me it was to get away from my paws. I shrugged, "Sorry, I had to try."
Daphne hissed, "You know Hermione for three full years, Harry. Don't expect the same treatment from us. It needs time."
Hermione elbowed me and said, "Behave, Harry. Daphne is right, take it slower."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and said, "I apologize, you have a point, I let YOLO take control of me and did not consider the consequences. I'll behave, Miss Daphne and Miss Tracey. I forgot the reason of the contracts and behaved like a Malfoy. I am sorry."
Daphne wrote something on a note and passed it to me. It read: Some small signs of affection are needed and expected, Harry. Be they words, or small physical touches, like holding a hand or taking my elbow for a walk. Let Hermione read this, please.
While Hermione read the note, McGonagall came behind me, "Mr Potter, the Headmaster wants to speak with you now."
Xxxxx
AN:
I messed up a bit with the timeline. my first search said the events took place on June 6, but that would make it three weeks of school with nothing to do. I made it two weeks. Then I found a site with a timeline that said the finale took place on June 9, and Lupin resigned on Friday, June 10, and the train leaves on June 18. To have my two weeks of story, the train will leave on June 26. I know, but some will nitpick on details. I do anyway.
5 The Beach!
I turned to McGonagall, "Ah, Professor, can you tell the Headmaster not to bother, we are not ready for private quarters. We want to spend time with our friends, and private quarters give out the wrong message. Can you believe some malicious Ravenclaw spread the rumor among the first and second years that I want to see their tits and pussies? What will they say when I have private quarters?"
McGonagall said with a stiff upper lip, "I doubt it is about private quarters, Mr Potter, come along now."
I shook my head, "Professor, I don't need the Headmaster's approval to change courses, he is wasting his time. I am sick and tired of hearing Professor Trelawny predicting my death."
McGonagall lost her temper, "The Headmaster will tell you himself what he wants to say, Mr Potter. The contracts will be discussed among them."
I shrugged, "There is nothing he can do about it, Professor. That is between Houses Potter, Greengrass, and Davis. There is no need for House Dumbledore to stick his nose in."
I stood up, "Daphne dear, Tracey, my sweetheart? Can you come with me, please? Hermione, Susan, I will need impartial witnesses."
McGonagall protested, "The Headmaster wants to speak to you alone, Mr Potter."
I shook my head and answered, "They have to be there, Professor. If not, they could accuse you and the Headmaster of attempted line theft. It is in the charter that the Headmaster is forbidden to interfere with the deals between Houses, and that is what he is going to do. Are the Lords Greengrass and Lord Davis present? They can send you to Azkaban, Professor."
Daphne spoke up, "Heir Potter is right, Professor. Calling an Heir alone to speak about our contract is cause for your arrest. It is also highly improper. We come with Heir Potter, or we call our parents. We don't want to play the Headmaster's games, Professor."
The trip to the Headmaster's office was done in silence. When we were halfway, McGonagall said, "Your parents would be ashamed of your behavior, Mr Potter. I am ashamed in their place."
I looked at her and said, "Maybe you should worry about what they would say about your behavior toward me, Professor. Tell me, what have I done wrong? I talked about birds and cats. I told everyone about Snape after he ratted out Professor Lupin. Tit for tat, Professor, he had it coming."
"It is Professor Snape, Mr Potter! Mind your language," fumed McGonagall."
I asked her, "What Professor takes pride in becoming his students' Boggart? Ask Neville Longbottom, one of Your charges, Professor. And you allowed it, don't tell me you didn't know, it was all over Hogwarts for weeks, and you didn't do a thing to fix it. Ah, we are there."
I looked at McGonagall, "You know, Professor, as my head of house, you are obligated to stand by me at each meeting with the Headmaster, to defend my rights. Can you do that, or do I need a lawyer? Girls, get your wands in your hands, we are entering hostile territory."
While glaring at me, she said, "Mars Bars."
Xxxxx
We entered the room, Dumbledore sat on his throne, and Snape was moping next to the desk.
Dumbledore frowned when he saw who was with me. "Minerva, I only wanted to speak with Harry. Can you escort the others back to the Great Hall?"
Daphne said, "If we go, Heir Potter will too. You are skimming the borders of line theft, Headmaster. We take this very seriously."
Dumbledore looked at me, "Harry, my boy…"
I held my hand up, "Your Harry boy almost got his soul sucked out, and this Harry was sent back in time to save himself, Headmaster. What is left behind is Heir Potter to you. I am not your boy or your toy anymore, sir. Why did you call me here, sir?"
"Harry…" was as far as he got. Daphne interrupted him, "No, sir, it is Heir Potter. Use the proper address, please."
"Miss Greengrass, I always talked to Harry that way," tried Dumbledore to justify his behavior.
Daphne stubbornly replied, "Nevertheless, I demand the proper respect for Heir Potter, Headmaster. You are in no way related, and it is disturbing to hear you act with improper familiarity with a student. Please use the proper titles to address my contracted, and explain why you want my fiancée isolated without proper consultants?"
Dumbledore frowned and answered, "Miss Greengrass, as Headmaster of Hogwarts, I have the right to summon every student if their actions damage the school. Harry's actions did that."
Susan remarked, "Headmaster, you keep on calling Heir Potter by his given name. That is a sign of contempt, more so after the reminders Heir Potter and Heiress Greengrass gave you. Should we all start calling you Albus? You seem to like the familiarity."
I smiled at Susan, "That is a great idea, Heiress Bones. If he calls me Harry again, then he permits us to call him Albus. Why did you call me here, Headmaster?"
Snape could not control himself anymore, "You perfectly know why, insufferable brat! You defamed me!"
I looked innocently at him and asked, "How?" Then I turned away before he could rape my mind.
I defended myself, "Headmaster, is it a crime to tell my fiancées some juicy gossip about their head of House? I did not even lie about it. He is a Muggleborn, had an awful Father, and his Mother was cast out of House Prince. All Facts. To be honest, he has been insulting my dead parents more and worse, so why is he angry at me for?"
Tracey commented, "True, sir, we heard Draco Malfoy and Professor Snape badmouthing our Fiancée and Miss Granger many times. Repeatedly naming them Halfblood Scarface and his Mudblood. That is why our beloved explained the parentage of Professor Snape."
Beloved, I like that word. It is nice to have girls cover my back… I prefer them in front of me, though.
Dumbledore saw it was a lost cause and changed the subject, "Heir Potter, you have been scandalizing the young students with improper conversation with the Weasley twins during the meals. That needs to be punished."
I acted surprised, "Headmaster, what improper conversation did I have with the twins? They only want to discuss their jokes or facts about nature. Recently, we developed a fondness for little birds, and currently, we are conducting a study on the fur on cats. You can hardly call that improper."
Hermione spoke up, "I followed their discussion, Headmaster. At first, I thought it was improper, but they never used an offensive word in their conversation. They can not be held responsible for the twisted, perverted thoughts in other people's minds."
Daphne added wood to the fire, "Punishing my Fiancée… sorry, Tracey, our Fiancée, for calling birds by their official names should not be a reason to call us here, Headmaster. If that is all, we will be leaving."
Dumbledore got to the real reason for me being summoned, "That leaves the fact of those illegal contracts you made, Ha.. Heir Potter. I had to approve of them as your Magical Guardian. They are invalid, I am afraid."
Shocked, I put my hand on my heart, "Headmaster! Are you denying me my true love? It clicked instantly between Heiress Daphne, Heiress Tracey, and me. We call it love at first sight, sir. We discussed my home situation, Headmaster. Without hesitating, they offered their aid and support. They explained that the people who dropped me off at the Dursleys broke dozens of laws!"
I looked at McGonagall and said, "Those lowlifes who left me behind never checked how I was treated, Professor. They dropped me off at Magic Hating People and never looked back. I had to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs, Professor. Where was my Magical Guardian when I needed him?
I looked curiously at Dumbledore, avoiding his eyes though, and asked, "Can you swear on your Life and Magic that you acted for my benefit all those years, sir? I never saw you before I entered Hogwarts in 91. I was abused by the Dursleys for years. Shouldn't you have acted to protect me, Headmaster? Why do you want to prevent me from having some happiness? Are you going Dark, Headmaster?
I shrugged, happy that that last comment struck home, and said, "The way I see it, Sir, is that you never cared for me, so why start now. Be honest, sir, not counting Miss Granger, could I have found a better match? OK, Heiress Bones is also on that list, so is Heiress Padma Patil and Heiress Abbot. All close friends of ours. Don't stand in the way of true love, sir."
I stopped him from talking, "Sir, you have three full-time jobs, you never did your duty as my Magical Guardian. I would appreciate not starting now. I am certain Lord Greengrass and Lord Davis will take your meddling to court. I, for one, will be happy to explain how you allowed my relatives to abuse me, and that you never cared for me all those years. That is criminal neglect, sir."
I shook my head, "It is for the Greater Good that I seek protection elsewhere, sir. So you would have time to do a better job as a Headmaster, and I will be rid of the Dursleys. It is only the fact that people think you are a hero that you manage to stay out of Azkaban. Have a nice day, sir."
Blackmail! Is threatening to expose his neglect blackmail? No! Blackmail is threatening to hurt or kill your beloved. Exposing neglect is justice! I love the word Beloved, it is catchy.
Xxxxx
I walked backward out of the office, keeping Snape and Dumbledore in my sight. When the girls were out the door, I closed it behind me. At the bottom of the stairs, Hermione hugged me. Susan said, "We need to discuss this now. We can skip class. The room we were in last night, Harry."
The problems with towers? The seventh Floors are not connected. We had to go down two floors, go to the other side of the castle, and move up again. There was no time for Fluffy's room, so I opened the door after checking the map. Once inside, we could relax.
We sat down on the couches, Hermione glued to my side. Daphne sighed, "We are now in conflict with the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and the Supreme Mugwump of the ICW. On top of that, the Prophet is targeting us. All that, to get that nasty Ferret with his grabby claws off our back."
I smiled at them, "Thank you all for your support in there. He has been ruining my summers by forcing me to return to the Dursleys."
Hermione said, "Show them, Harry. They need to know."
I stood up and bared my back, "The three red dots are cigar burns, I think I was four or five. The other scars are from his belt buckle. Pomfrey never said a word about it, no matter how many times I was in there."
Tracey let her fingers go over the scars, "That will be one more potion… no, an ointment, Harry. Tomorrow the potions will arrive. That means you have to take a sip of Skelegrow every evening, and sip the muscle growth potion at breakfast. A full vial of nutritious potion at lunch. We will apply the ointment on your backside in this room. That will make most of the scars fade."
Susan said, "We have to involve the adults. We found out facts that could get Dumbledore in Azkaban if this were a fair world. It is as if he turned to be a Dark Lord."
Hermione shook her head, "Let Lord Greengrass and Lord Davis pay a visit or make a call to Dumbledore, and he will have to back off. You told me they are the leaders of the Grey faction, he would not dare to make them his enemies."
I took a book out of a cabinet and gave it to Susan, who sat between Daphne and Tracey, "Chapter four, Susan, you can practice those spells on Hermione and me."
Susan paged to chapter four, "Obscure Detection Charms?"
Hermione nodded, "Dumbledore is good at hiding his charms. Perhaps you got them too. They are also good at detecting potions in our food."
"Impossible," said Daphne, "Our parents inspect us every time we come home from Hogwarts."
I pointed out a possibility, "When we go to the train, we have to go through the main door. What if Dumbledore had runes activated at the door to remove his spells on the students? He could even leave markers on students so they don't get dispelled, like Muggleborn."
Soon, they started practicing. I lit up like a Christmas tree, Hermione had her share too. Daphne and Tracey were clean, but Susan had two trackers and one listening spell on her body. The scream was deafening! Just like Hermione, it was on her body, and at the horrified look on her face, she started puberty.
She raged, "That old goat will pay for this! I will cut his male parts and feed them to his brother's goats!"
When she calmed down, Hermione said, "I feel the same, Susan. Violated, spied upon during our private time. When I think he has been listening while I masturbated, I want to skin him alive."
Susan groaned, "He has been listening while Hannah and I played in bed. One tracker is from Aunty, the other one… why does he want to know where I am?"
Daphne answered, "Because you are a key player, Susan. Up to now, we were supposed to be the Ferret's playthings, we did not matter. That changed a few days ago, I bet he didn't have a chance to mark us."
I made a worrying observation, "The way I see it, he couldn't have applied so many charms without being noticed. What if he came at night? An extra spell to keep us asleep, and he has free range to do whatever he likes. I bet he can override the alerts to enter the girl's dorms. I plan on sleeping here for the rest of the term."
Hermione said, "Me too! I don't trust Dumbledore, but McGonagall also lost my trust. She is supporting Dumbledore too much."
Daphne and Tracey looked at each other and hesitated. I reminded them, "I can make as many bedrooms as you want. There is no need for one big bed, Daphne. Although I'll make one if you ask me to. No, seriously, I will make a door in your room like last night, that way they will think you are there until they check."
Hermione spoke up, "It will be safe, I will sleep with Harry. Sleep, Harry!"
I shrugged, "That is still more than I have now, beloved."
Tracey protested, "That is my word!"
I nodded, "I love that word, my Beloved Tracey. It rolls off the tongue so smoothly. I love it!"
"I want Hannah in here too," said Susan. "She would freak out if I slept somewhere else without her. Don't look at me like that! We are a package deal, like you and Tracey, and you know it, Daphne."
Hermione got us back on track. "Daphne, Tracey, Susan, you have to inform the adults of what happened."
Susan jumped on that comment, "We need more. I am going to send copies of my memories to Aunty. That way, I can compare it to see if my memories have been altered when I get home. If he is so scrupulous to put listening charms on me, he should be able to do much worse."
Xxxxx
An hour later, Dobby has some letters and memories to deliver. He is dressed nicely now, a proper costume, the Potter crest proudly on his front and back, he still has colorful socks on. I wonder why he never slips wearing them. He looks a bit tired, though.
Hermione clapped her hands together, "We have access to the restricted section of the library! Let's make it count!"
I corrected her, "No, Hermione, we have access to all the books that ever were in Hogwarts."
I concentrated, and four bookcases appeared. I made a bow and pointed at the bookcases, "Tadaa! Behold all the Books the founders wrote! Have fun, I will be studying Runes."
The novelty of the founders' books was over fast. Handwritten books from a thousand years ago are hard to read. Plus, Gryffindor was harping about his battles, almost nothing about spells, Hufflepuff was droning about her herbs, and Ravenclaw was into Rituals, many with human sacrifices. Slytherin wrote in Parselscript, which I ignored. I need my Runes if I want to skip a year.
I was reading an interesting book when four girls got in front of me. Hermione had a strange expression on her face when she said, "Harry, we need a spell to make permanent copies of these books. Now, please."
I puckered my lips and said, "I'll do it for a kiss."
Hermione took my book away and straddled me. She gave me a long, hot snog. My hands may have wandered to some interesting places, but she did not mind. Sacrifices have to be made for the Greater Books. When Hermione left my lap, I looked curiously at the other three and puckered my lips.
Daphne rolled her eyes, "Get the spell, you perv."
I concentrated, and four books appeared on the table. The girls rushed to them and groaned. Susan said, "These are bloody Egyptian Hieroglyphs!"
Daphne closed her book "Ancient Celtic, for as far as I can recognize the language."
Tracey put her book down, "Chinese, or a language from that region."
Hermione said, "Some kind of Arabic. It is not Farsi. I saw books in Farsi."
Hermione got back in front of me, "Harry? Books with translation spells, please."
I puckered my lips and said, "I'll do it for a kiss."
Hermione rolled her eyes and gave me a toe-curling snog. When she got off my lap, I looked at the other girls. Susan grinned, "Not me, I don't pretend to have a contract with you, remember?"
I grinned, "Just kidding, there, happy now?"
Xxxxx
Much later, they were not happy at all. The spells translated the books word for word. If you ever used early Google Translate on a Japanese story, then you know what a headache they got. Especially Egyptian Hieroglyphs are giving bizarre results.
Hermione had it worse, her book refused to be translated. It teased her with showing Ssssshhhggssaaaggghh, in all different combinations. Still, as the Mistress of the Books, she refused to accept defeat.
I got curious and looked at the book she wanted to translate, "Hmm? Honey? To me, this book is in pure modern English. You are trying to translate Parselscript. Wait a bit, not this… not that either… Ah! There it is! Now… to make a permanent copy, you need an empty book and a supply of magic ink. Then there are the preservation charms and Auto Refresh… that is a weak version of Auto Repair."
Suddenly, I was surrounded by four scary girls. Hermione said with a dangerous light in her eyes, "Guess what you are going to do from now on, Hubby?"
I pointed at my book, "Study Ancient Runes, my Beloved? Making sweet love to you and my contracted? Enjoy the company of four gorgeous ladies? Live happily ever after? Auw! OK, stop the stingers! I suppose I will be making copies. It needs empty books and the Magic ink, though."
Susan said, "The Magic Ink can be bought in Hogsmeade, although I doubt they have that much in store. We can order empty books… no, the Books are made after they are printed. We need to buy a lot of Parchment and ink to copy all these books. First, we have to bind them and attach a cover, after that, we can copy the book permanently."
I pointed out, "That is a lot of work, not only that, you have to get the right number of pages and the right book size to get a good result. Salazar made this spell to make a few copies of his book. Not for mass production, as Hermione no doubt wants. I bet she wants to copy every book from this room, even the dirty ones. It will take too much of our time, years even."
Daphne sighed, "That is a project for next term. What we can do is write down the titles of the books we want to copy, along with the size and number of pages. It is going to cost a lot, I am afraid."
Hermione suggested, "What if we use a roll of Muggle paper? We can cut it into the size we want, and I bet it is cheaper than parchment."
"No can do, Hermione," I explained, "Mass-produced paper has low quality and is not durable, Hermione. It is exactly what it was made for. Books made from that paper won't last a century. I doubt they can handle Magic Ink."
Hermione shrugged, "There is high-quality paper available too, Harry."
I nodded, "On rolls that weigh a ton or more. They are made for printing presses, Beloved."
Tracey suggested, "What if we remove the print from old books and use them for copies?"
Susan commented, "What if we go down and have dinner?"
Xxxxx
We sat at the Slytherin table, you know, to promote House Unity and piss the Greasy Muggleborn off. Luna was sitting with us again, which seems to piss Dumbledore off for some reason, his eyes lost their sparkle. Hannah and Padma were curious, but held their questions until they were in our room.
The Ferret and the Pug were keeping a low profile, watching the bug slapped down, which startled them to the core. The Boy Who Lived was supposed to be a non-violent version of his storybook personages. Worse! Potter knew he had an animagus killed, and didn't seem to have a problem with it! He is a cold-blooded killer!
Ron is still being tutored by Lavender and Parvati. I wonder how they can keep his attention, he didn't protest once. To be honest, I don't want to know.
Xxxxx
I went alone to the RoR, the girls to Fluffy's room, I muffled my trackers to mask where I am going. That was something I forgot to do earlier. I have to be careful, now that Dumbledore is back in the castle.
Once inside, I made a door to Fluffy's old room. Hmm? Luna is here too? I told her, "Luna, keep what you hear and see in this room a secret, please. Keep this whole room a secret, please."
Luna rushed into my arms, "I will, Harry. This will be your headquarters for the next four years. Thank you for saving me, Harry."
I patted her back and asked, "Why did Dumbledore use that spell on you?"
Luna answered, "When I was nine, and played Marrying The Boy Who Lived with Ginny, I said that Dumbledore put Harry with his evil Aunt, and we have to rescue him. I think Mrs Weasley heard it and told it to Dumbledore. Then Mum died. It got hazy after that."
Stunned silence all around, Luna was still stuck like glue to me. She seemed to like my arm around her back. Hermione's brain went into overdrive. Daphne and Tracey were wondering if faking a contract with Potter was a good idea. Susan and Hannah could not believe what Luna's words suggested.
Padma was the first to come back to her senses, "Luna? Are you a Seer?"
Luna shook her head, "Mommy called it a Savant ability. I don't make Prophesies, I sometimes see flashes from the future or what is happening in other places."
Luna looked at Hermione, "Can I come with you and Harry to that beach, please?"
Susan asked, "What beach are you talking about, Luna?"
Luna was happy to explain, "That beach is in France, and they are all starkers. Harry and Hermione will be too. I can't wait to see Harry's Dude."
Hermione groaned, "There is no way Luna could know this the normal way. Everyone, Daphne, and Tracey already know, but my parents are Naturists. That means that they are naked most of the time inside the house, and when we go on holidays, it is to naturist beaches where we are naked all of the time."
Padma asked to be sure, "Starkers? In front of strangers? Showing yourself to perverts? Why?"
Hermione tried to explain, "Naturists are not ashamed of their bodies, Padma. When everyone around you is naked, you won't pay attention to it after a week." Then she admitted, "There are nude beaches that focus more on the physical parts. Mostly for gay people who want to find a new partner or couples who want to have fun. We go to a family-oriented beach. The majority are families and older couples that go there, and there is tight security to keep it proper."
Hermione shrugged, "People who want to shag have to do that in their hotel room. Mum told me that shagging in the sand on the beach is uncomfortable, sand gets everywhere it shouldn't, she said."
Grinning, I patted her arm, "That is more information than Padma wanted to hear, Beloved. Or are you promoting it so that we take everyone with us to the beach? Padma? Want to come along?"
Padma shook her head and pointed, "Not me, but I bet Luna will volunteer."
"Luna does," came from beside me.
Susan asked, "Harry, are you going to get naked there?"
I shrugged, "I suppose so. Everything is better than staying with the Dursleys. Being naked should not be that hard."
Hannah's eyes sparkled, "Prove it! Get naked here and now!"
I frowned, "Hannah, you realize that I am not at my prime at the moment, courtesy of the Dursleys. I am skinny, short, and have scars all over my body. If you wait until September, then I will be a bit better looking."
Tracey added, "I ordered Skelegrow, Muscle grow, Nutritious potions, and stamina recovery potions for Harry. He will be back to normal in August." Tracey giggled, "Although it wouldn't hurt to give a preview here. Hermione, Harry, get naked."
Hannah laughed, "That is right, Harry! Daphne and Tracey have more right to see you starkers than some strangers on a beach. We are friends, so we deserve to see you in the buff before some Frenches do. Show it, Harry. I always wondered what it looks like for real."
Susan nodded, "I am curious too. Here, or on the beach, should not make much difference, no?"
I pointed at Luna, who had her face buried in my clothes, "Hello! Twelve-year-old in the room! It is bad enough that the others think of me as a pervert."
Luna's muffled voice was heard, "I'll be fourteen on September 30, and I want to see you naked too."
6 A lot of firsts.
That is suspicious! Luna was born two months after me! Born as the seventh month dies! Septem means seven in Latin, and Dumbledore marked her as an equal by arranging her mother's death and binding her ability. That is acknowledging she is a danger to him, an equal. I never understood the 'neither can live while the other one is not dead' crap.
I heard clothing fall on the floor and looked aside. Hermione was pulling her red panties down and putting them on the pile. She turned to me and shrugged, "They saw me naked yesterday, and you will see it in a few weeks. I have no problem being naked with you, Harry."
I felt Luna letting go and unbuttoning her clothes. I said, "Ehm, you don't have to take your clothes off, Luna."
Luna shrugged, "You will see my pussy in a few weeks on the beach anyway, Harry."
I frowned, "Does that mean you will come with Hermione and me to a Nude beach?"
Luna nodded, "Too bad, I am too young to shag. Hermione isn't, though. I'll be watching it."
When she was done talking, she was standing butt naked in front of me, next to a naked Hermione. Both looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to drop my pants. I looked around me, they were all focusing on me with stars in their eyes.
Daphne said, "Come on, Potter! You pulled us into your Doxy nest. We deserve to see you naked. We earned it!"
Meh, in a way, they are right. Pretending to have a contract is a minor issue if you are not the Boy Who Lived. You cannot say that of the media racket I caused, nor of the Headmaster's meddling. Even the Minister is involved. So, I did a strip show… Not!
First, the upper body, which is stupid, it is a robe. I have to wear those, my Muggle clothing looks even more ridiculous. The Girls' robes are above the knee, mine are above my feet. That is me with standard robes. I did not know other models were available to me. Anyway, I stripped out of my clothes fast, spread my arms, did a full 360, and sat down on a couch.
I looked at Hermione and said, "This is me, Hermione. Skinny, small, scarred Harry."
Tracey scolded me, "No self-pity, Harry. Starting from tomorrow, you will grow in height and in girth. If you work out a bit, you will have muscles in no time. Hermione, is his equipment the normal size? You can compare from memory."
Curiously, everyone came closer. Hermione studied Dude for a bit and answered, "Normal-sized, I guess, Tracey. I never paid much attention to boys' equipment. They change in size when they get erect. It has to be stimulated to get it erect."
I raised my hand and said, "Can we do this when we are a bit older? This is the first time I've seen Hermione and Luna naked, and I don't know what the proper behavior is in this situation. I don't mind you watching, but I am a healthy boy, and being surrounded by two naked and five clothed girls, all a 9.9 on a scale of 10 for prettiness, I might blow my top. And to be honest, I wanted to wait until my body is back to normal for the fun stuff."
Daphne commented, "I said we earned it, Harry. These fake contracts are getting out of hand. This is a small compensation… hmm, not so small after all."
I looked at her and asked, "What was your note again? A few small signs of affection and holding an occasional hand? What steps are you skipping, Daphne?"
She shrugged, "I never saw a naked boy, Harry, I want to have a good look, that's all." She grinned, "Besides, we have a fake contract, remember. Being your fiancée must have its perks."
Hannah asked, a bit worried, "Will That fit inside us?"
Susan got closer and held three fingers next to Dude, "It will, Hannah. If my three fingers can go in, his… Dude was it? He will fit inside."
Padma muttered, "I can't believe I am looking at a naked Potter! If my Father finds out, he will demand a contract or hire a bunch of mercenaries to hunt us down. I am not pure anymore. Why can't I look away from IT?" she went off in a panic attack, "Do I have to marry Harry now? Nobody will want me if they find out I was with a naked man!"
Tracey calmed Padma down, "Easy there, Padma. Times have changed. And I am sure that Parvati will have seen her share of naked guys before you graduate. We will keep this our secret. It is not that you are naked with a man, is it? I bet Harry would not mind having you as a wife or consort."
Xxxxx
We calmed down and started reading our books again, the girls occasionally looking at my Dude and me peeking at Hermione's and Luna's assets. A bit before curfew, every girl went to their dorm, put fresh clothing in a bag, and found a secluded place. I opened a door when I saw they were alone.
When everyone was back, Daphne said, "The bathtub, Harry. And no, you can not peek."
I shrugged while I let the bathtub appear, "Small signs of affection, and holding hands, Daphne. I am not in a rush. You can show your fanny whenever you are ready."
When the girls were in the tub, I called Bonny. When she popped in, I pointed to the wall, "They are in the bathtub again, Bonny, they have clean clothes with them this time. Can you put the dirty clothes in the laundry? Dobby will arrange mine. Maybe some tea and water? How was Dobby, if I may ask?"
Bonny blushed a bit while she snapped her finger for tea and water, "Dobby be good breeder, lots of magic to breed. He be with Minny now."
I raised an eyebrow, "He is breeding someone else? I hope you got enough to get a baby out of him."
Bonny shook her head, "We be taking turns, Student Potter. Bonny first, Zinny second, Minny third, Elsy fourth, Pinky fifth, Finny sixth, then Mipsy be last. Then it is Bonny's turn again. Dobby be a good breeder."
Suddenly feel sorry for Dobby, "I said, "Take good care of Dobby, Bonny. Don't tire him too soon."
"Bonny knows, "Good breeders be hard to find. Dobby be powerful, lots of Magic, lots of Magic to breed babies."
I sipped my tea, "I am curious, how many babies do house elves breed? How many babies do you want, Bonny?"
Bonny answered after sipping her water, "Bonny does not know. This be Bonny's first breed. Bonny knows matrons with four. Bonny be having one brother and one sister, she be Zinny."
Dobby is fucking two sisters! How awesome is that! Curiously, I asked, "Do you breed alone with Dobby or with two or three other girls? A group thing?"
Bonny looked at me and asked, "Like student Potter and students in bathtub? That's why student is naked?"
I answered after thinking it through, "I guess so, Hermione and Luna would not object to that. Hannah probably, Susan… I hope so. Daphne and Tracey, I can only hope. What about you? Dobby with you and Zinny at the same time, for example. That could be fun, don't you think so?"
"Bonny be asking Matrons first. Bonny wants to try. Student be breeding soon?"
I shook my head, "Not soon, first I want to have fun practicing it."
Bonny asked with a curious look on her face, "Student be breeding for fun? Not for Babies?"
I nodded, "Breeding feels great if it is done right, Bonny. We have a spell that prevents us from having babies, so we can have a lot of fun practicing making them."
Dobby is shagging his balls blue! Bonny must be very young and innocent. She popped away when she felt the girls were about to come into the room. Daphne was first, in a nightgown and bathrobe. She said, "The water is still hot, Harry, get in the bath."
It is not fun to bathe alone in a huge pool. I was in and out in twenty minutes. When I was done, I concentrated on seven big bedrooms, each with its own bathroom and toilet. Each room has two big beds. I went into the common room, wearing a boxer and bathrobe, and pointed at the doors, "My room is NR7. Each room has two big beds, so bunk up or sleep alone."
Hermione, still butt naked, said, "I told you I would be sleeping in your room, Harry."
I shrugged, "I am not stopping you, honey. Good night, everyone."
It was no surprise that Luna went into room NR7 and cuddled up to me. "Good night, Hubby."
So, she will be one, if I remember right, she… no, she married a Scamander. Did I change… Dumbledore's spell! Meh, "Goodnight, Wyfi."
Hermione took my other side, "Good night, Harry."
"Good night, love."
Xxxxx
I woke up early to movements at my back. Luna entered puberty. That spell must have blocked more than some future sight. Luna had her backside pressed against mine, and her hand was moving furiously, while she suppressed her moans. Meh, she can have her fun, even when it makes Dude almost spit everything out.
In one way, I am in heaven... when you look at it from another angle, I am in hell. Hermione is spooning with me, meaning my Dude is firmly planted against her butt crack. She is almost fifteen, though by using the time turner, she will already be fifteen, so I am not that bothered by it.
Luna, however, is still thirteen, and Flitwick just removed her blocks, which kick-started her puberty with a vengeance. Now she is rubbing one off… with her back pressed against mine. I am about to spray Hermione's ass.
Luna noticed me waking up and froze, not knowing what to do, no doubt feeling embarrassed. I turned my head and whispered, "Don't stop, Wyfi, this will happen more if you plan to sleep with us. Go ahead, I will play with Hermione."
My hand was already cupping Hermione's Tits... Boobies... Breast. Damn birds ruined the fun names for me. Slowly, my hand went down and reached her pussy... cunt, damn cats. It woke Hermione up. After realizing what I am doing, she started to enjoy it.
She whispered, "I love what you are doing, Harry, don't stop."
I softly said, "No need to whisper, love, our Luna is awake and is playing with herself. she is listening right now."
Hermione felt Dude dry humping her, even pressing against her back door. She took matters into her own hand, matters being Dude, and said, "You need to cum first, Harry, we can clean it up in a second. Spray it on me, Lover. Paint my ass white!"
Hmm? Is this her dirty talk? She must have read it somewhere. I moved my hand from her clit and inserted a finger in her pussy... Cunt, while Hermione was spoiling my Dude. I groaned, "I am about to blow, honey!" It didn't take long to spray it on Hermione's backside. Hermione cleaned it with a scourgify and faced me. I asked, "Your turn?"
Hermione nodded, "My turn. My cunt has been wanting your touch for a year. You have to deliver."
I moved in for a kiss and let my hand slide between her legs and search for her pleasure nob. Luna turned and watched the action with interest. Slowly, she started to play with her fanny again, her eyes fixated on us. My mind is set on Hermione and her cunt. I asked, "How many fingers do you want inside your cunt, love. Say it."
Hermione started panting, "As many as you can fit in, Harry. Suck my nipples, don't be gentle, I want it rough, Harry! I want to feel you, I want to feel alive, Harry!"
I retracted my fingers and lightly slapped her clit, then I pushed two fingers inside and roughly moved them in and out. I alternate my fingers with a soft slap on her pussy. It didn't take long to bring her to the top. "Your cunt is mine, slut. You are mine now, my plaything, my sexy, brainy best friend. I am keeping you, Hermione, I am keeping both of you." My words drove her to a scream.
Luna, who was in her own world, heard that last comment and screamed along with Hermione.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Susan and Hannah stormed into the room with their wands drawn. They stopped when they saw Hermione on her back, with my fingers in her snatch and lips on her nipple, and Luna with a few fingers in her fanny. I looked up and said, "If you want a turn, you have to wait after I have a bathroom break." They were out the door in a second.
Xxxxx
Two tasks I had to do alone: first, get a vial of Basilisk Venom, which reminds me to check the state of that carcass. And second, find the Tiara and give it some drops.
As I expected, the sink is covered in alert spells and ID spells. A bit worried, I went to the door, and behold, an ID spell that warns when some boys are visiting Myrtle. Now that Dumbledore knows I am here, I might as well have a conversation with Myrtle.
"Myrtle! Are you in?" I shouted.
Myrtle came out of her pipe and looked at me, "Harry, you came! You look a bit different, Harry."
I nodded, "I almost got snogged by a Dementor. How have you been, Myrtle? Traveling through the pipes, you must know everything. Who are the hot studs these days?"
Myrtle gushed, "The stud this moment is Cedric Diggory! He is handsome and smart. He has his eyes on that cow from Ravenclaw. She is a bitch."
I looked at her outfit, school robes. I asked, "I am curious, Myrtle, you keep the clothes from the moment you died, what would happen when you remove those clothes? Would they disappear? Would you have to stay naked? Did you ever try to take off your knickers?"
Myrtle blushed a nice shade of Grey, "They won't come off. Just like Nick's head stays attached, my clothes have to stay on."
I nodded sagely, "A good thing they didn't catch you on the toilet bowl with your knickers on your knees."
I asked my next question, "I know you can't eat, but can you feel? I mean, when you touch yourself, do you feel it?"
Myrtle nodded, "I can feel that, yes."
"So… if you get bored, you can watch some boys and touch yourself. Do you get off on that? What if other ghosts rub your fanny?"
Myrtle almost had tears in her eyes, "Those old vapors don't want to play, and Peeves is a mean bully."
"So… you spy on boys and rub yourself. Do you have good locations to see?"
Myrtle giggled, "I sure have, the prefect's bath. Every time they play with themselves, I stay underwater and watch them jerk off. Sometimes I grab hold of it when they are about to shoot their load. Not many can push through and shoot their load."
I chuckled. That is like sticking your dick in a glass filled with ice cubes, "And you probably tried to catch it with your mouth, very kinky, Myrtle. It was nice talking to you, Myrtle. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."
I spent three mornings talking to Myrtle, that will get the old perv off my back. The fourth morning, I moved the spells on the tap aside and opened the sink. §Stairs, light.§ was enough to keep me from sliding down into a dark place; I closed the door behind me. I moved just enough stones to pass through at the cave-in. Before the big bronze door, I called out, §Open for your new owner!§
The door opened, meh, I am the new owner. The state of the carcass will tell me if Dumbledore was here after me or not. The Basilisk was in the same position as when I killed him. I felt the door close and a charm activate. I felt myself stiffen, bloody fuck! That is a stasis spell! §Open and stay open!§
Shit! That was close! I would be well preserved, dead, but well preserved. That explains the almost perfect state the carcass is in. That door will probably close after a period of time. But that is not what I came here to do. Carefully, I extracted venom from one of the fangs and filled two vials. I will investigate the chamber later, when Dumbledore is gone.
One more trope to go, §I, Harry James Potter, Claim House Slytherin and Gaunt by right of conquest. Including all lands and possessions! So I say, so will it be!§
That statement gave me a nice flash. Am I lord Slytherin? Who knows. I closed the door behind me, §New password! Set to: Voldemort is a coward!§
Xxxxx
My next stop: the Room of Lost Things! Although I don't have high expectations for it. Come on, Tom Riddle, poor like a church rat discovers this room, would he say, "I let all the treasures here for the next one?"
I don't think so either, at most, he has hidden some stash when he came asking for a job. No, Tom cleaned the place. Maybe there will be stuff from the last fifty years. My first priority is the Tiara. And finding the damn thing. I know it is close to the door. In my sixth year, I rushed here to hide a book.
It took me three hours to finally find the Tiara. Without touching, I levitated a few drops of venom on the Tiara. After some sizzling, the Horcrux went down with an unholy scream.
I can not let it stay here. Imagine someone putting it on, a Tiara of Goblin silver that absorbed Basilisk venom. Wits beyond measure and brain damage as a result. Maybe give it to Dumbledore after he gets the ring. That would rot his hand and melt his brain.
No, I have to do the smart thing, hide it, until all the cruxes are done. I saw a dragon-hide bag and levitated the Tiara into it. I put it in the cabinet below the bust with the wig. I am surprised that the Tiara was made from Goblin Silver. I bet it started a Goblin war.
One down, several more to go… is my scar still one, or have the Dementors sucked that out too? No, I still can speak to snakes. Or my mum is an offspring of Salazar. Meh, I'll check it out later.
Xxxxx
The OWLS and NEWT were done, this last week is free, no more classes. It gave the Professors time to grade our tests. Or J.K. messed the timeline up, as usual. Ron cornered me and asked, "Where have you been lately, Mate? You and Moine disappeared every time after dinner. I bet you were with those snakes."
I shrugged, "I happen to like those Snakes, Ron! Anyway, we found a room with old schoolbooks, I mean, a few hundred years old schoolbooks. All of them in Old English. We have fun reading them. The spells are the same as in our books. I have been reading Rune books. I am changing Divination with Ancient Runes next term."
Ron was baffled, "Why would you do that, mate? Runes are hard, and Divination is an easy O! What fun is reading old stuffy books? Why are you spending all your free time with her instead of with me?"
I looked him up and down, "First of all, Ron Weasley, Hermione is far more prettier than you. Better company even. Tell me, Ron, did you apologize for your behavior against her over a stupid rat? You put your rat above your friendship with Hermione, Ron! A dirty, stupid rat was more important than Hermione. And when it came out that your fucking rat was still alive, you didn't even say 'sorry Hermione, I was wrong to accuse you and your cat'."
I looked at his blushing face and said, "That is why I lately prefer Hermione's company over yours, Ron. Lavender and Parvati are teaching you table manners, but you are lacking manners in almost everything. Behaving properly for one."
I sighed and told him, "Ron, for three years it was always Me! Me! Me! Ron had to be the center of attention. You treated Hermione like shit in our first year, and you did it again this year. I tried hard to stay your friend, Ron. But I almost got my soul sucked out by a Dementor, which made me think about what was important to me. I found out that Hermione is three times more important to me than you. It could be four or five times more, Ron."
I concluded, "I want to stay your friend, Ron, but Hermione comes first, then my Fiancées Daphne and Tracey. And, because they are pretty and fun to be with, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, and Padma Patil, they are high up on the list. Ah! Before I forget, Luna Lovegood is also on the list. You are my best male friend, though. But seriously, you have to change, mate, especially that temper and those bad manners of yours. They are fun when you are a toddler, but not when you are growing up."
That gave him something to think about. Staying my friend means he has to be nice to Daphne and Tracey. His inborn hate for all things Slytherin is protesting against it. Meh, I'll drop him if he doesn't shape up.
Xxxxx
We divided our free time between us. I took time to take a walk with my Snakes around the black lake, my hands properly holding their elbows. I took strolls with Hermione and Luna around the lake, too, and we even skirted the Forbidden Forest. We saw the Thestrals, all three of us, that means Hermione saw me die… Saw Harry die? I'd better not think about it too hard. I am in a storybook, after all.
We went to the RoR after dinner, studied rare books, went to the dorms, and returned there after curfew. At the majority's request, Hermione and I are asked to stay starkers in the RoR. Luna wasn't asked, but did so anyway.
Tracey justified the demand with a flimsy excuse, "You started the potions regime, we want to see the changes starting to take place. You took half a vial of Skelegrow instead of a sip, didn't you?"
I nodded, "Skelegrow and took Muscle-grow the morning after, both half a vial. I wanted to know how many inches I got with half a vial. And I'm tired of being the runt of the litter. I won't stop until I am 5.9, so I can grow to 6.3. I'm told my Dad was about 6.2, so that is my goal."
Daphne warned me, "Take it slower, Harry. Dumbledore is watching you. If he notices your growth spurt, he might do something drastic. Now lie down on the couch so that we can apply the ointment. Lie on a towel, Harry, last time you stained the couch."
Yeah, keep it in when a dozen hands are rubbing your back and backside. I can replace the couch anyway.
Xxxxx
Dobby was glad to catch a break to deliver a letter to Aunt Petunia. She read:
Dear Aunt,
Recently, I discovered that it is illegal to force children to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs. It is even against the law in the Normal World!
They call it Child abuse and give five to twenty-five years, depending on other offenses, like putting cigars out on the back of a five-year-old, or hitting him with a frying pan on his head.
It gets worse, Aunt. The freaks are extra strict with Muggles (It means normals) if the freaks find out that one of them was being tortured for ten years.
Five years turns into twenty, and twenty-five will turn into a death sentence.
Here is my dilemma, Aunt. You are my family, but I hate you so much that I want to report your crimes. Yes, I do hate you, Aunt.
But… You are kin, and kin is important…
Here is what's going to happen, Aunt. One of these days, the Normal parents of my friend Hermione Granger, both respected dentists, will present you with transfer papers. It will transfer Legal Guardianship from you to them.
You will sign without commenting within a minute. Hand over all official documents and possessions concerning my mother and me. Also, everything that mentions the Freaks, letters, or items. Get them ready to hand over.
Failing to do so, the Freak Police will be visiting, and Aunty, they can read our memories like an open book. I doubt you and that fat fuck will survive their interrogation.
Last but not least, Aunt, don't think you are off the hook with that. Ten bloody years in a cupboard under your loving care gave me a burning hate for you. You'd better move away, the farther, the better. Because the moment I turn seventeen, I will be looking for you. By then, I will have some cupboards with your names on.
Sign the papers or die, Aunt, it is that simple. Move, and you might survive my wrath.
Don't think Dumbledore will save you, he has his own troubles.
Goodbye, Petunia Dursley.
If you see me again, run away screaming.
Your Freak Nephew Heir Harry James Potter. Who would have shared his fortune if you'd only been nicer to him.
PS:
Put those two whales on a diet. At this rate, they don't need me to die, clogged arteries will do that for me.
Xxxxx
That was the most friendly letter I could come up with. Dobby said that she needed a big glass of Gin to stop shivering. I do hope they will listen, because I hate that bitch, I have all the memories from Harry and the old Guy. I remember the abuse and know what the Old Guy thought I should do with them. Burning the house with them in it was the most humane option.
The train leaves in two days, having Tea and Water with Bonny is becoming a habit. I had fun corrupting her mind with new ideas for breeding Dobby. She told me that she had fun breeding him with Zinny and wants to include the others for a turn.
My mornings are fun, Luna is developing a fetish for watching Hermione and me. It takes only a few minutes to get her off when I assist her morning routine by giving Hermione a handjob. Hermione and I are close to shagging, she has a potty mouth and is challenging me to be more forceful. I popped her flower with my fingers… she asked to put them deeper, so I did. I know, not very romantichich, but she asked for it.
Xxxxx
The night before the train ride, Daphne reported, "Daddy and Uncle Robert managed to revoke the Kiss on sight under heavy protest from Fudge. Surprisingly, Dumbledore's faction also voted against it. It went through, because Madam Bones stood up for Sirius, stating that the Boy Who Lived personally testified that he spoke with Peter Pettigrew and Black and vouches for Lord Black."
Daphne grinned, "She also took the votes from House Potter away from Dumbledore. For criminal neglect and abuse of the Boy Who lived. Malfoy lost control of the Black votes."
I smiled at her, "Then you are almost free from our fake contracts, Heiress Greengrass. The Ferret lost its fangs. You are free to live the way you want. No more pervy Potter who wants to look up your skirts for those red panties. You can sleep in your dorm again without worries."
Hannah added, "No more looking at Dude, or rubbing his backside, no more buying extra underwear, all red."
I chuckled, "Don't stop buying them, maybe I'll get the chance to see them next term. I must thank all of you for your support these last few weeks. I owe you all plenty of favors. I can get away from my relatives, make new friends with six beautiful, gorgeous girls with nice characters, I have Hermione and Luna in my bed... I am in heaven."
Susan asked, "What will happen next term? Back to normal, or do we keep this up?"
Tracey looked at my Dude, "I would miss these evenings, and the baths, and looking at Dude. I vote for a couple of evenings, Friday and Saturday, for example. We can sleep in."
Padma sighed, "I would miss it too. The books are to die for, and I would not want to miss the bath… and Potter's thing… Dude."
Daphne nodded, "Two evenings after dinner, Friday and Saturday, we can stay overnight." She looked at me, "We will keep in contact, Harry. Sirius Black has to get his trial, and you have to get your affairs in order to break away from Dumbledore."
Tracey giggled, "That was a first! Gryffindor ended the year in the negative, courtesy of Heir Potter. Only Oliver Wood was happy with his Quidditch cup. They were even happier than last year when they won the cup."
I sighed, "I will be happy when we sit on that train."