Chapter 573 - Ch: 10-12

10 French connection.

Hermione blushed but nodded at the question, "It was weird the first day when we heard my parents go at it and realized they must have heard us too. But the next day, they acted normally, they just said that it spiced up their love life. Harry and I find it true, knowing my parents are listening to us gives it an extra dimension."

Luna added, "I made me cum harder knowing Uncle Henri and Aunty Jean are listening to me."

Florine told us, "Sometimes I went into my parents' room to watch, to learn their moves. Did you do that, Hermione?"

Hermione nodded, "I spied at their door when I was ten and eleven. Then I went to a boarding school. I met Harry there, we have been together for a month, but have been friends for three years."

Florine pointed to her body, "People only want me for our money and status. I am not pretty enough and too fat for the rich boys, and the poor boys only want me for my money."

She sighed, "I admit that listening to your parents is getting me worked up."

Hermione shrugged, "We don't mind if you masturbate to get the tension off, that gives us the excuse to do the same. As you can see, Harry has a hard-on from the moment they started."

Florine asked to be sure, "You don't mind if I watch you masturbate? That I masturbate here?"

Hermione smiled, "Why would we? We like you. It would be exciting to watch each other. We have girlfriends at home so that we won't cheat, but watching you masturbate would be fine."

Unsure, Florine looked at me for confirmation. I smiled, "I don't mind, Florine, as Hermione said, we like you and Raphaelle. And it would be exciting to watch how you masturbate."

It was hot to see Florine fingering herself. Hermione sat in front of Florine and did the same movements at the same pace. I was on my knees and was jerking off aside from Florine and Hermione.

I could not hold it any longer and said, "On all fours, Hermione, I want to fuck you in front of Florine."

Hermione got into position, her face a few inches away from Florine's snatch. She sat on her knees with her ass in the air. I went behind Hermione and pushed Dude inside.

While I was holding Hermione by the hips and shagged her furiously, I said, "Keep watching her pussy, Hermione. Florine, can you feel my eyes on your pussy? Luna's? Rub your clit for me, play with your nipples. Hermione, can you smell her pussy? I bet it tastes great."

Minutes of dirty talk later later, Florine moaned, "Ah, it has been long since I felt this hot! Harry, fuck your woman! She is driving me mad! You are driving me mad! I am cumming!"

Florine is a squirter and sprayed Hermione in the face. I pulled Hermione up and kissed her, tasting Florine's pussy juice. It made Hermione cum, followed by me. This was our first action with a stranger. Luna doesn't count, she is a two-and-a-half-some, and not a stranger.

Florine came closer and stroked Dude with her wet fingers and tasted Hermione's, mine, and her juices on her fingers. She sighed, "That felt so good. Thank you both for including me. Raphaelle, did you enjoy the show?"

Raphaelle answered with sparkling eyes, "I can't wait until I am old enough, Florine. That was different from watching Maman and Papa. I can't wait until I am old enough for Harry Potter to fuck me."

That comment made me frown, "Florine? I can not remember telling you my last name. How did you know?"

Florine looked embarrassed and answered, "Maman is a member of the board. And gets an alert when certain names make a reservation. A Hermione Granger with Harry Potter triggered the alert. Maman asked Raphaelle and me to find out your purpose here. We grew to like you."

Hermione gasped, "You are witches!"

Florine nodded, hesitated, and decided to come clean, "We are... not exactly witches, we are more, we are Veela."

Florine showed her hand, revealing a ring. She commented, "We use these rings to hide from predators. They block our allure too. That is why we stay in the Muggle world as plain-looking people."

Hermione studied the ring and said, "That would not be enough. I bet your names are fake, too. Or they would have caught you long ago."

Florine sighed, "They are, but let me keep them a secret. Telling you I am a Veela is already dangerous enough."

I grinned, "Hide your ring back again, Florine. We want to have fun with you, Veela or not, doesn't matter, now spread your legs and put your fingers inside again. This time I will be watching."

Hermione grinned, "No, Harry, put Dude in front of her and spray her face. Luna loves to watch it when you spray my face. I bet she wants it to be her face that gets all your cum."

Luna's voice said, "She does."

Raphaelle's voice came after, "So do I."

Florine panted, "In a few years, you will. Harry, in my mouth! I am so jealous of your girlfriends. Bring them all next year!"

I groaned when I shot my load in her mouth, "That is a great idea, Florine. I am looking forward to fuck your true form if our girls give permission."

A session later, Hermione got her share. It is a cheat that girls can recuperate in a few seconds, while my Dude needs more time to stand up again after each session. Luna got a front-line seat to watch the action and got off plenty of times. Dude was exhausted after five. Not fair at all.

Before we went to sleep, Hermione said, "We won't expose you as Veela, but I want your permission to tell my parents you are witches."

Florine nodded, "We can accept that. You made this night one to remember, Hermione. Thank you for sharing Harry."

Xxxxx

Yeah, I didn't ask to see their true form, or I would be tempted to cheat on my Snakes and Badgers; even my Raven would be mad. Now I have three girls masturbating in my bed every evening, while I shag Hermione. Florine must have liked the taste, because she was ready to swallow every time I was about to cum.

Time flies when you have fun. We spend our days on the beach and evenings in our bedroom. We forgot about the excursions, there wasn't enough room for all in the car. We had fun with Florine and Raphaelle. There were evenings that I almost cheated on the girls. Florine didn't want to miss a drop and put her mouth on my Dude to collect it all. Then she sucked to get it all out.

Henri and Jean got something out of it too. The last week and a half, they met a British single woman, Naomi, and invited her into their bed for some fun. Their argument? If Hermione can take two more girls in her bed, then they are allowed to bring one in. And Hermione already had one in her bed, she is too greedy! It clicked between Naomi and Jean, and Henri was benefiting from it.

Luna got more daring too, she is using my body as a hugging pillow while masturbating. These are the holidays, so a bit extra is allowed. I shouldn't care, though. Fourteen is the age of consent for Magical Britain. Luna and I are only two months from that.

It is my own mind that sets fifteen as an age limit for shagging. My Muggle side demands it, although many Muggle Countries have 14 as the age of consent, such as Germany, Italy, and Austria. France has it at fifteen. Muggle Britain at sixteen.

But holidays end quickly when you are having fun. It was time to fly back to Britain.

When we said goodbye, Luna warned Florine, "At the World Cup, some bad men will manage to get their hands on a ring and create a device to locate them. They will manage to abduct more than a hundred of your people before you find out how. Tell your Matrons to take precautions."

I put a hand on Florine's shoulder, "Take it seriously, Florine. Luna has foresight. She is not a complete Seer, but she can see possible future events taking place."

Florine hugged Luna tightly, "Thank you for the warning, Luna. I am in your debt. We are in your debt."

Luna whispered, "Tell your Father to bring a lot of security. He will need them the night after the game."

Xxxxx

Back home, Dobby had dinner ready while Bonny, Zinny, and Minny took care of the laundry and luggage.

Dobby proudly reported that Elsy, Pinky, Finny, and Mipsy are preggers and due in six months. I looked at Bonny with a question in my eyes. Bonny said innocently, "Master Harry said to have fun first. Bonny, Zinny, and Minny be having fun. Betty likes fun too."

I nodded, "Fun is important, it creates a bond between friends. You feel it too, don't you, Bonny?"

Bonny nodded, "Master Harry is now Master Harry for Bonny, Zinny, and Minny. We bonded with Master Harry."

Hah! Three Elves! Free of charge! Their bond with Hogwarts was not that strong, with the fun they had with Dobby, they accepted me as their Master, especially when I taught them new ways to have fun.

Dobby got a worried look on his face when he reported, "Master Harry, sir, Dobby found Potter Mansion, but could not find elves. Dobby can not feel Potter's elves. Master, the Manor looks bad; a lot is broken, and the roof needs plenty of work. It will cost a lot."

I nodded, "We will worry about it later when Sirius is free. That will give him something to do. What is the situation in Grimmauld Place?"

Dobby proudly answered, "Grimmauld Place is clean, Master Harry. Doggy is working on the Library. Many cursed books there."

Xxxxx

That evening, Hermione said, "Our monthlies start tomorrow, Harry. Be gentle, my tummy starts hurting."

I hugged her, "Hermione, I am perfectly fine with cuddling. We don't have to go all out like we did the last three weeks. We did all that because it was new to us and exciting with Florine and Raphaelle. It was also because your parents made us horny, just like we made them horny. We don't have to shag every day."

Hermione snuggled closer, "My parents start working again tomorrow. We are free from breakfast until dinner time. Normally, there are chores to do, but Dobby and his girls have that covered. We can visit our friends, but first we have to ask about Luna's Father. Daphne's Father will know."

"We will visit them tomorrow and decide what to do when we have all the facts," I said while yawning. "Goodnight, girls. Love you both."

Ah! This is what it feels like to be the meat in the sandwich. I got hugged from both sides and kissed all over. Life is great! We fell asleep eventually.

Xxxxx

Cyrus, Robert, and little Damon got a handshake, Veronica and Ellen an air-kiss above their hand, Astoria a light brush on the back of her hand, and Daphne and Tracey, as my fake fiancées, got a kiss on the cheek.

After the greeting ritual, we were informed about Xeno. Cyrus said, "There will be lasting effects, but the institution is convinced they will get Xeno at 80% in a month. Luna, do you want to stay with Harry and Hermione, or do you want to stay here with us?"

Luna answered, "I want to stay with Harry and Hermione, Uncle Cyrus. Thank you for helping Daddy. You too, Uncle Robert."

Robert said, "No problem, Luna. We could help, so we did. That is what friends do. You are friends with our daughters, that is enough. Harry, Sirius's trial is on August 15. Dumbledore tried hard to delay it, but he ran out of favors to postpone it any longer."

Cyrus grinned, "We have the public opinion behind us, meaning the Prophet found out that Black, Greengrass, Davis, and Potter combined own 57% of the shares. A visit from us made them sing our tunes. Another bonus is that Rita is missing. The other reporters are scared to be the next one to disappear."

I nodded, "I will be happy if Sirius gets exonerated. My properties and businesses are a mess thanks to Dumbledore, and no doubt the ones from Black are the same, thanks to Malfoy."

I looked at Cyrus and Robert and said, "Hermione, Luna, and I are thinking of hiring a personal assistant to take care of the paperwork. I have my eye on Percy Weasley. He got that mind-altering spell from Dumbledore, so he will not be a fanboy anymore. He is a typical bureaucrat who loves paperwork. We wanted to hear the opinion of Daphne and Tracey first before asking… oh, Susan's and Hannah's opinion too."

Cyrus pointed out, "Those are the decisions the Lord of the House has to make, Harry. You can not shift the responsibility to your wives or fiancées."

I pointed back, "I know, but given my situation, I need their advice. I am not familiar with the traditions and habits of the Wizarding World. Daphne and Tracey already helped me a lot with their advice, and I trust them."

Veronica stopped the males, "Enough about the serious stuff! We are glad you are back. The girls missed the three of you. Go and enjoy yourself, Susan and Hannah are bound to arrive in an hour."

Xxxxx

In Daphne's room, Tracey commanded, "Get naked and show your tan, Potter."

I looked curiously at her and asked, "Only my tan, Tracey?"

She shook her head, "No, your potion regimen is done. I want to see the result. Strip, Potter."

I asked, "Wouldn't it be better to wait for Susan and Hannah?"

Tracey shook her head, "Nope, that would give us another reason to get you out of your clothes again. Strip!"

I was the center of attention after I removed my clothes, no tan line, and a 5.9ft tall hunk. Yes, I have the muscles to go along with the height. My morning workouts did wonders for the abs. Hermione bragged, "Shagging Harry is mind-blowing. He totally dominates me now, just the way I like it."

Luna smiled dreamily, "Watching them shag while rubbing my clit is the best. I cum two or three times. More, when Harry looks at my fanny."

Daphne nodded, "You look better now, Harry. The scars are faded, and I like the muscles you gained. Your Dude has a nice tan. I bet you had a lot of attention on the beach."

I nodded, "So did Hermione and Luna. We made friends with two witches, one seventeen years old and the other eleven. Luna and I learned French from them, and Florine, the eldest, learned English from us."

Tracey raised an eyebrow, "That is all that happened?"

I shook my head, "Our rooms were not exactly soundproof, we heard Hermione's parents make love, which meant that they could hear us too. We got horny from listening to them, they from listening to us. It escalated from that."

Hermione explained, "When we were in our room with Florine and Raphaelle, my parents were in their room with a woman they met at the beach. The sounds aroused us so much that we started masturbating after discussing it. Harry didn't want to cheat on you, so he concentrated on me. They got a good show out of it, but nothing happened between us besides mutual watching each other masturbate."

Daphne frowned, "What are you not telling us?"

I answered, "Those two were Veela wearing a disguise. They looked like two normal, brown-haired, chubby girls to us. Raphaelle slipped up when she called my last name. After that, they confessed they were asked to find out our purpose in the hotel. We never saw their real bodies. We promised to keep how they disguise themselves a secret. They will be hunted if low lives like Malfoy find out about it."

Hermione said, "Veela are hiding in the Muggle world, disguised as normal people. We met two plain-looking, friendly girls who had a room on the same floor of our hotel, and had fun with them."

I grinned, "They asked to bring you with us next year, so they could ask for permission to shag me."

Tracey frowned, "Why would you need our permission, Harry?"

I shrugged, "I spent weeks with you seven girls, butt naked, the way I see it, you have first rights on a relationship with me, Tracey. I won't risk it for a Summer fling. The seven of you are more important to me. I told you on the train that I have the hots for all of you."

Astoria chuckled and asked, "Is he always this greedy? Then I have to watch out, or he will go after me too."

"Said the girl that can't turn her eyes away from my Dude." I shot back. I grabbed my boxers and said, "I'd better put my clothes back on. Before the in-laws are barging in with their wands raised."

Luna changed the subject and bragged, "We flew in an airplane, we flew 35,000 ft up in the sky. Portkey is faster, but not as fun. We flew above the clouds! And we drove in a car! They are more complicated than they appear to be."

We sat down on couches, while Luna spilled all the beans of our trip, including the bed activities. She ended with "Knowing Henri and Jean were listening to how I rubbed my fanny, it made me cum twice as hard. Especially when Harry was watching."

Tracey softly said to Daphne, "It seems we have to pick up our pace. Or we are going to be left behind."

Daphne nodded, "We have to step up our game. We will talk about it later."

I asked Daphne, "Daphne, can I read one of your Rune books from last term? I have some catching up to do, and you girls can have a girls' talk."

Tracey smiled, "That is a good idea, Harry. We, girls, need a heart-to-heart talk. Through that door is Daphne's study. She'll show you her books."

Daphne took my hand and pulled me into the study. She pointed to four books, "Babbling used those four books last term. These are my notes."

Daphne faced me, put her arms around me, and gave me a long, hot snog. She said, when she let go, "Tracey and I may not go starkers for you yet, but that doesn't mean we don't care, Harry. We want to start slow with kisses and see where we go from there. Can you live with that?"

I hugged her, "I am perfectly fine with that, Daphne, as I said, I have the hots for you and Tracey, and I have patience. We have four years to go at Hogwarts, let's have fun first before we talk about serious stuff."

Daphne giggled, "Liar, you already have two wives, and are faking a contract with two others. You, sir, you move too fast."

I pecked her lips, "True, I can't help myself, you are all beautiful and too damn sexy. When Dude feels your eyes burn on him, he is the happiest bloke around… that sounded better in my head. I should start studying."

Daphne laughed, "You should, that was a lame expression. Betty will bring tea and biscuits. Have fun, Harry."

Xxxxx

An hour later, two girls came into the study, Susan and Hannah arrived. The other girls followed them inside. Susan and Hannah inspected me from top to bottom. Hannah said, "I like what I see, Potter. You bulked up nicely. Drop the garments so that Sue and I can have a better look."

I started stripping again and soon stood butt naked in front of them. Hannah let her hands slide over my chest and sighed, "Damn, all the good spots are taken. I so want a piece of Potter for my own."

I chuckled, "Are you sure, Hannah? You know that I am a trouble magnet."

Hannah nodded, "I am sure, Harry, more so now that I saw the new, improved version of you."

Susan let her hands slide all over my back and said, "Yeah, we came too late. Too bad. I wanted a piece of this ass."

Hannah's hand went down and took hold of my Dude. "Hermione told us that you became quite skilled, Harry. Someday I want to find out," she smiled at me, "But now I want to have my first kiss. They told me I was the last to have one."

Luna objected, "Not true! I didn't have one either, nor did Astoria get one!"

Astoria protested, "Hey! I never said I wanted one!"

Luna looked at her with pity, "That huge stack of Harry Potter books says otherwise, Astoria."

Hannah closed in for her snog, still holding Dude in her hand. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her into a kiss, my other hand went to her ass and started groping. When we parted, Hannah sighed, "Damn, we missed out, Susan. That was one fine snog."

Susan giggled, "You are still holding Dude in your hand, Han. Be careful, or you get sprayed."

I shook my head, "Dude is happy with what you are doing, Hannah, but you better stop or the adults will come running."

Daphne said, "Harry thinks my rooms are warded against boys with romantic intent. I asked my Father, but he would not give me a straight answer."

She looked at me and said, "I think you gave him the idea to put those wards up, Harry."

Susan started laughing, "That would be priceless! Sabotaged by himself! Come here, that deserves a snog!"

Susan grabbed me and locked lips with me, her hands roamed on my butt cheeks, her boobs pressed against my chest. She moaned, "You are right, Hannah, we missed out."

Luna spoke up, "Tell them, or you lose them, Harry."

Susan frowned, "What does that mean, Luna?"

Luna answered, "I mean, if Harry doesn't tell you, he will lose both of you."

I caved in and said, "Let me explain. A few days before the train ride, I went to the Chamber of Secrets and claimed Houses Slytherin and Gaunt by right of conquest. I reckon Daphne and Tracey would not mind switching to House Slytherin and making room for you to claim House Black. Padma can have House Gaunt, but I doubt she would want the house of Voldemort's mother."

After the shouts of surprise calmed down, Daphne asked, "Why didn't you tell us? There must be a reason."

I nodded, "To avoid the attention of Dumbledore and the Ministry. Especially to avoid being targeted by the Death Eaters. I also wanted to wait to find out first what stupid scheme Dumbledore cooked up for next term."

I added, "I didn't put the Ring on yet, that would have emancipated me, and brought an extra set of troubles. I am not exactly savvy on the Wizarding customs and rules."

Tracey said, "Don't worry, Harry, we will give you a crash course… that is the right expression, isn't it, Hermione?"

Hermione nodded, "It is, Tracey. We know what we are going to do next month. Turn Harry into a Lord."

Hannah put her arms around me and asked, "Harry? I hope you don't mind us claiming Lady and Consort Black?"

I shook my head, "Why should I? You are good friends, beautiful, and smoking hot."

Daphne summed it up, "Hermione and Luna for Potter, Hannah and Susan for Black, and Tracey and me for Slytherin. Astoria or Padma for Gaunt... or both."

Hannah grinned, "Stock up on stamina potions, Potter, you will need them."

Hermione asked, "What about the adults? House Slytherin is an important House, keeping this a secret can backfire, losing their trust, for one."

Daphne warned us, "Father and Uncle Robert will take control of his education. I doubt we will see him again next month. But we have to tell them… and Sirius! He should know it first! We'd better go now."

I pointed to my Dude, "After I put my clothes back on."

Xxxxx

Betty popped Sirius to Greengrass Manor at my request. It was lunchtime, and we used the occasion to come clean. I explained how I claimed Houses Slytherin and Gaunt and why I did not put the rings on.

I ended with, "Half an hour ago, Hannah and Susan regretted that all spots were taken. I would hate to lose them to someone else; that is why I decided to tell you. Tracey and Daphne don't mind changing to Slytherin so that Hannah and Susan take the House Black spots."

Cyrus frowned and said to Daphne, "You do realize that it won't be a fake contract anymore, Daphne. The moment Harry puts that ring on, he will be a Lord. This time it will have to be a real contract." He looked at Hannah and Susan, "That applies to both of you too. At first, this was to keep the Malfoy boy at bay, but now you were distributing Houses among yourselves. This is the grown-up world, with grown-up rules."

Sirius nodded, "Cyrus is right. We can change Tracey and Daphne to House Slytherin and call it an upgrade. I can accept Hannah and Susan in House Black. But we can not change our minds again without losing face. Any changes have to be made permanent. Think it over before we invite Amelia, Jacob, and Henrietta and talk contracts."

Daphne swallowed, but didn't back off. She said, "Before we can make permanent decisions, Harry has to put the rings on to be certain that his claim is accepted by Magic, Father. But if it does, then we are certain of our choice."

One by one, the other girls confirmed their choice and determination to see it through. The adults looked at each other and sighed, their baby girls were too young for this!

Xxxxx

We were in a meeting hall in Gringotts. Present here at the moment are the Lords and Ladies Greengrass, Davis, and Abbot. Also, Madam Bones. We did not call Lord Patil, he would sign without asking Padma's opinion. Padma would pummel me to death.

From Gringotts are present, Cutthroat, the Potter account Manager, and the account managers from Black, Greengrass, Davis, Abbot, and Bones.

The girls had to stay at home; these were the grown-up world rules. Arrangements are made between the Lords. Meh, I know what the girls want anyway.

After a brief explanation to everyone, Cutthroat presented the Slytherin ring. It was a bit exciting to put the ring on my finger, would it accept me or not? The ring went on my finger, and with a slight glow, it adjusted its size. Tadaa! Here stands Lord Slytherin! Bow to me, or I'll make you! The Gaunt ring was next. It fit too. I guess the one in the shack is from Peverell.

Cutthroat presented me the Potter ring, "It won't refuse you, Lord Slytherin… I told you so, Lord Potter. Congratulations."

Madam Bones shook her head, "That will shake those Death Eaters awake, especially when they find out You Know Who was from House Gaunt. Their reputation of being crazy was known to all."

Robert spoke up, "We called you here to stand witness to the contracts between our daughters and Lord Slytherin. Also, to protect Lord Slytherin's rights. To come clean, Our Daughters, Daphne and Tracey, faked to have contracts with Heir Black to let Heir Malfoy stop his unwanted attentions."

He sighed, "Somewhere between then and now, they became good friends and started to like each other. They were not alone, Hermione Granger stole his heart and will become Lady Potter, so did Luna Lovegood, she will be Consort Potter. Now that Harry became Lord Slytherin, our Daughters told us they wanted to change to Slytherin in favor of Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones, who preferred House Black over House Slytherin."

Cyrus ended with, "We first wanted to keep it at courting agreements, but now Harry is a triple Lord, we can do no less than betrothal contracts. I have an authorization from Sirius Black to negotiate on behalf of House Black. Robert has the authorization to speak for House Lovegood."

Madam Bones asked, "Who speaks up for House Potter?"

Cutthroat answered, "Lord Potter is already married."

11 Married life.

I raised my hand and asked, "Ehmm, when was I supposed to be married? Because I can't remember a wedding or having a wife."

Cutthroat looked at his papers, "According to our logs, you made your vows on the night of June 26, two hours before midnight with Hermione Granger, now Lady Potter."

Crap! I remember now, I called her my woman, my Lady Potter, and she called me her Husband and her Lord Potter. I didn't know pillow talk could be dangerous. Crap, Henri and Jean are going to kill me.

Cutthroat said, "You should have known this, we sent an owl with our congratulations and a request to visit us."

I groaned, "I knew I forgot something! I never received owls from anyone but certain people approved by that old bastard. Just like my Christmas presents, sorted by that old bastard so only he can decide who gives something to me."

I turned to Madam Bones, "Madam Bones, I have been Lord Potter for a whole month, and never received one letter. Albus Dumbledore is stealing my letters from the day he dumped me with my Aunt. I can not call him to court for all that, but I can for last month's letters. Withholding Gringotts letters should be a crime, I would think."

Madam Bones nodded, "It is. I will visit Albus and let him lift the mail block, and demand he returns all your mail."

I smiled evilly, "As Lord Potter, I demand that the Will of my parents be unlocked and read in public on August 12. That should help my Godfather's trial. Cutthroat, I hope you have a copy of that will? There is no doubt the Will stored in the Ministry will disappear by accident."

Cutthroat nodded, "I have a copy."

I grinned, "Make sure the Prophet gets a certified copy of the will, just black out the numbers."

Well, negotiations went fine, I will pay a bride price of two hundred thousand Galleons, and put the same amount in a private vault for each wife on the day of our marriage. The bad news? No intercourse before sixteen. Poor Hermione will be the only one who gets shagged next term. Poor girl.

Slytherin might be an impressive House, but they are poor as church rats, so are the Gaunts. Lord Potter had to sponsor them, or they could never afford a wife. There were only a few books in their vaults, and I had to pay two centuries' worth of overdue rent.

Xxxxx

Back at Greengrass Manor, in Daphne's quarters, I handed out copies of our contracts. Then I said, "Mrs. Potter, did you know that we got married last month?"

Hermione frowned, "Married? We did? When? How? Where?"

I answered, "June 26 at night. When we just finished our first time, it was in our bed. Do you remember that I called you my woman, my Lady Potter, and what did you say?"

Hermione gasped, "I said My Husband, My Lord Potter!"

I nodded, "And we both meant it, hence the marriage. You tell Henri and Jean."

Daphne was confused, "These are not courting contracts, these are betrothal contracts!"

I nodded, "Your Father said with a big smile on his face: 'Welcome to the grown-up world, Lord Slytherin!' The other parents were chuckling."

Hannah groaned when she read a clause, "You've got to be kidding! No intercourse before sixteen? That is fifteen months!"

Luna looked sadly at her contract and sighed, "Two bloody years."

Susan comforted Hannah, "It is not that bad, Hannah, we weren't planning to shag Harry this year anyway. And there is nothing in the contract that forbids having fun with Harry."

I shrugged, "I had to negotiate hard to get it down to sixteen. Those Lords wanted you to be maidens on the day you married. I called Hermione as a precedent, being almost fifteen, or the legal age of consent, fourteen. It didn't work, though, they said their age of consent was marriage, although the Ladies were blushing. We settled at sixteen. Bloody Sirius was having fun giving me a hard time about it. Just because the tosser didn't manage to get laid before sixteen."

Xxxxx

We dreaded the talk with the in-laws, so we waited until we finished dinner and sat in the living room. After a few elbows from Hermione, I had to man up, so I started, "Hermione and I messed up last month. We messed up badly."

Henri frowned, "If you did, it didn't show. What happened?"

I took a deep breath and explained, "On our first night here, Hermione and I had our first time. When we finished, we expressed our love for each other. Magic took it as if we made our Vows on our wedding night, and bonded us together. According to Gringotts, Hermione and I are married in the Wizarding world."

Hermione added, "That means Harry is emancipated and is officially Lord Potter. I am Lady Potter."

Jean started chuckling, "I have to tell your Mother, Henri! She was sixteen when she married your Father. Hermione tops that with a full year!"

I was puzzled and asked, "You don't seem to be surprised, Jean? How come?"

Jean answered, "It was plain to see that the two of you loved each other. Hermione has been writing about you in her letters from her first year. So it was not a surprise. When we took the guardianship from the Dursleys, we knew this would happen, although not that fast."

Henri sighed, "It is not all bad. You are not pregnant, and your husband is not a freeloader. You will finish school before you start with children, I hope?"

Hermione nodded, "And we wait a few more years after graduating."

Xxxxx

A couple of days later, we met Percy Weasley in a private meeting room of the Leaky Cauldron. I had the complete set with me, plus Astoria. We shook hands, and I introduced the girls as my girlfriends, ending with my fiancée, the future Lady Potter. We need to keep my other Lordships a secret for a few more weeks, or that Hermione is already Lady Potter.

I went ahead and explained the situation, "Percy, I know you are hoping for a Ministry job, but hear what I offer you. I am in need of a personal assistant, not a secretary, a personal assistant. Dumbledore made a mess of my properties. Neglect, not collecting rent on time, not doing maintenance on the properties, the list is endless. It is as if Dumbledore expects me to die before I leave Hogwarts, and my possessions are not worth his effort."

I made my offer, "We want to hire you to set everything straight. Your starting salary will be 4,000 Galleons a year, and you will receive an apartment free of rent. There are two empty ones in Diagon Alley to choose from."

Percy frowned, "Why me, Harry? Why not someone older?"

I shrugged, "Dumbledore. You know his real personality. I want someone who stands up against him. Plus, you are smart, punctual, and are not afraid of a challenge. If you accept, I will deposit half a year of your salary as a starting bonus to get you on your feet."

Hermione added, "Percy, it also involves a bit of politics. Harry is Lord Potter now and is emancipated. We are in an Alliance with Houses Greengrass, Davis, Abbot, Bones, Lovegood, Black, and Potter. For as long as Harry is at Hogwarts, we need someone to attend the meetings and make a report of the meetings."

Daphne threw another bone at Percy, "Depending on your performance, you could be promoted to be a Proxy for Harry in the Wizengamot for one of his seats. You know he is the next Lord Black after Sirius."

Luna dreamily added, "Penny would prefer that over being a Ministry puppet, Percy. The ministry doesn't like Muggleborn wives. They have a bad influence on a proper pureblood."

Tracey followed Luna's lead and offered, "We can offer Miss Clearwater a job too. Potter Mansion needs to be rebuilt, and the Black houses need to be managed. Or she can pursue her own dreams."

Percy frowned, "Somehow, I think you're withholding crucial information from me, Lord Potter."

I nodded, "I am. You need to accept the job and sign a confidentiality contract before we tell you more. I can tell that it is not damaging to you, Penny, or your family."

After Percy signed the contract, I told him, "Last month, I claimed Houses Slytherin and Gaunt by right of conquest. Add House Potter to it, then I am Lord of three Houses, and an Heir Primary for a fourth one."

Daphne took over, "We are not Harry's girlfriends, Mr Weasley. We are his betrothed, bound to marry Harry after we graduate. That means he will eventually become Lord Greengrass, Lord Black, Lord Bones, and Lord Lovegood, on top of his three Lordships. Seven Lordships, Mr Weasley. That is a power-block in the Wizengamot, don't you think so?"

Susan smiled, "We will make changes, Mr Weasley. The main obstacle is Dumbledore. We know you are not very fond of him at the moment. We need someone like you. We want you to work behind the scenes to gather all the information until Sirius Black's trial. After that, you can start your job officially."

Xxxxx

The sad part of being a Lord? I am trained to be a proper Lord by the adults. I hardly see the girls for an hour a day. Cyrus thanked me with a smug look on his face for the idea on the wards, and he passed the information to the others. I got a lot of stinging hexes when the girls found out.

It is sad, anything more than a kiss and cop a feel on a boob got an alert and a visit from a parent. It totally killed the holiday mood. The only safe place is at Hermione's place. Visits there are done with chaperons, of course.

The upside? Once Hermione's and Luna's tummy aches are over, I can fuck my slut again and have fun in bed. The first night, Hermione was worked up, "Harry, I have been craving for that Magic tongue of yours. Give it to me, husband."

I pulled her closer, "Aye, my love, you need a reward for all those nights you spoiled Dude and got nothing in return. Get ready for some overdue orgasms, love."

Hermione thoroughly enjoyed the next hour. I took her for a ride through Pleasureland and gave her pussy a major work-out. How, you ask? Singing a song in Parseltongue. The rhythm made her go ballistic. After an hour, she lay down, panting and moaning. Luna watched it with envy.

Meh, what the hell, she will be my Consort anyway. I grabbed her closer and gave her a searing snog. I softly said, "My Luna is entitled to have a good time too. On your back, honey, it is time that I kissed that kitty of yours. It is too soon for Dude, but not for a snake tongue."

Wide-eyed, Luna lay down on her back. I went from kissing her lips to slowly going down, once I reached her pleasure knob, she exploded with a scream. I continued after she recuperated, §Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle all the way...§ Luna was a smiling, shivering mess, happily hugging me.

Hermione whispered to me, "You know there is no going back from there, do you? Once you feel that, you can't live without it."

I shrugged, "Luna has been in our bed next to us for months. She is only two months younger than I am. Why would I be allowed to fuck you, and Luna be restricted to rubbing her clit? I found she deserved something more. Besides, she will be Consort Potter. Now, give your husband a snog, a sweet one, my jaw is tired. Dude also needs some attention, love."

I plan to live this life to the fullest. I bet this is not real. What are the odds of ending up in a Harry Potter world as Harry Potter? I don't remember dying on that airplane, then a lot of nothing, and suddenly the Dementors happened. I am dead, and this is some form of afterlife. Proof, you ask? I got all the tropes from 50% of all fan fiction. The other 50% are shagging Draco, Snape, or Ron. This boy will have his fun!

Maybe next time I can be Superman, not Batman, though, I don't like bats. And that character is a complete idiot. Come on! Bat arrests the Joker, the Joker escapes, kills dozens of people, and gets arrested again by the Bat. Joker escapes again, kills dozens of people, and gets arrested again by the Bat… You should see a pattern by now. The Bat doesn't kill, but he is responsible for hundreds of deaths caused by the escaped Joker and his friends.

For now, I am Harry bloody Potter, and I am shagging Hermione. I will shag Luna eventually, when she turns sixteen… two long years if you know she is sleeping in my bed.

Xxxxx

The reading of my parents Will went without a hitch. The Will from the Ministry got lost somewhere, we calculated that in, of course, and showed a certified copy from my parents' Vault. Dumbledore questioned the authenticity of the Will because those Vaults can only be opened by the Lord.

He got a disappointed Grandpa look on his face when I flashed him my ring. I smirked, "Guess what, Albus, my old boy! I found out that being Lord Potter, I am above your station! You are to call me Lord Potter from now on, and I will call you Albus, my old boy. This reading of the Will should be interesting, don't you think, Albus, my old boy… that name is too long, I'll call you Al… Old Al. That's it! You are only a few years removed from your grave, after all, Old Al it is."

The reading was fun, it came all out, Peter the snitch, Sirius the decoy, and Old Al the schemer fucking it all up. All sent through the Wireless.

Madam Bones's voice boomed through the hall, "After the Trial…, No, the Hearing of Sirius Black on August 15, we will have a hearing on August 19 about the laws Albus Dumbledore broke to place Heir Potter with abusive relatives, and the actions he took to prevent us from finding out about the abuse."

Her voice came out on every wireless at home, "One of the worst actions of Dumbledore was to isolate Heir Potter from our world, his main method was to redirect all his mail, every last one of them. I remember my niece complaining that the snob didn't even bother to send a thank-you note. I fear that Dumbledore is suffering from dementia for not realizing the damage he caused to Heir Potter and our society. A vote to fire him from his positions will be put forward."

She ended with, "A legal copy of the will has been sent to the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler. We also sent copies to English-language newspapers around the world detailing the actions Dumbledore took to torture the newly minted Lord Potter. Thank you."

That got the Wizards and Witches upset when they read the Prophet the next day. It listed all the laws Dumbledore broke to get what he wanted, a beaten-down Potter, ready to sacrifice himself.

Xxxxx

August 15, Dumbledore did not show his face. Sirius had to answer a few questions under Veritaserum, the potion he demanded to take, to get free from all the charges. Sirius grinned at Fudge, "You and I will have a conversation soon."

Sirius looked at the interim Chief Warlock and asked, "But first, who allowed Malfoy to sit in the seat of House Black? Why don't I put a proxy of me in Gryffindor's seat? Merlin's seat?"

The rest of the week was Dumbledore-bashing week. The Prophet dragged his good name through the mud, even showing pictures of how I looked before and of my new, improved figure, naming everyone responsible. That picture of skinny me was one from Collin Creepy, my personal stalker.

Xxxxx

At the end of the week, Dumbledore published a statement,

To the good people of the Wizarding World.

The Daily Prophet did its best to slander me this last week. I understand that they have to obey their owners. I am not mad about that. I indeed had to bend some laws to protect Harry from the dangers still out here. Not all Death Eaters were caught and convicted.

My top priority was to keep Harry safe and sound… although I admit that their relatives were a bit hard-handed. What I did was for the future of our world. I did what I had to do for the Greater Good of our nation. Even though I might have made a mistake or two, my purpose was to keep Harry alive. In that I succeeded.

To appease public opinion, I will resign from my positions of the Wizengamot and the ICW. I can not resign from Hogwarts, I am afraid. I signed on the events that will happen next term on a Magical contract, and I can not get away from or change it.

Who is right and who is wrong will be defined at the end. I am willing to face judgment when I go on the next adventure to the beyond.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts

Order of Merlin (First Class)

Grand Sorcerer.

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True, Albus signed the Triwizard contract and cannot get out of it… refuses to get out of it. He lost some of his fangs, though.

Xxxxx

McGonagall read my letter,

Professor McGonagall,

At the end of last term, I informed you that I had changed to Ancient Runes. Imagine my surprise when I saw my shopping list and found Divination books on it instead of the Ancient Runes. Luckily, my wife Hermione has Ancient Runes, and I bought them. Luna Lovegood, another dear friend, has the book list for her year, which I bought too.

Professor, I urge you to reread the rules of your school and to follow them closely, or it will cost you more than a new Firebolt.

Furthermore, I demand that the Slytherin's Private quarters be prepared for me, my wife, and my betrothed, there are seven of them, Professor. Eight if Miss Astoria Greengrass sorts in Slytherin. I refuse to let the sister of my fiancé sleep alone in that cesspit Snape and Dumbledore created.

I demand that you appoint a new head of House Slytherin. Snape proved, for 13 years in a row, that he is incompetent to lead Slytherin the way it was supposed to be. I read Slytherin's books from his Vault, Professor. Snape is the opposite of all the values Slytherin stood for. I propose Professor Vectra or Professor Sinistra for that honor.

Tell Albus not to fight me on that, or I will fire them both. That is also a prerogative of Lord Slytherin. There is plenty of proof of abuse of power from both of them to make it stick, Professor.

Also, good advice would be to find another head for House Gryffindor; those poor sods are neglected by you. After all, you have two demanding jobs and are doing Dumbledore's job on top of it. When did you find time to visit our Dorm? Welcoming the firsties? Be there for us?

See you next term, Professor.

Best regards,

Harry James Potter

Lord of House Potter

Lord of House Slytherin

Lord of House Gaunt

Heir Primary of House Black

Fiancee to the Heiress Primary Greengrass

Fiancee to the Heiress Primary Bones

Fiancee to the Heiress Primary Lovegood

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Hah! Take that, Minny! Yes, I got myself a brand new Firebolt, signed by me. I signed a second one if I got my old Firebolt back. After all, it was the first gift from my Godfather. After I signed a third Firebolt, I got it back for free. Minny, Flitwick, and Hooch had to dig deep in their pockets to pay for it.

Poor Hooch, to soften the blow, I bought some old brooms from the Quality Quidditch Supplies with a discount. We were both happy, they got rid of their old stock, and I only had to sign a few brooms and let them shoot a few pictures to get a significant discount.

The Prophet put it on the front page, of course, I might have compared the price of a broom with the cost of those flashy robes Dumbledore imports from Italy.

Xxxxx

There is news on the home front, Naomi, the Summer fling from Henri and Jean, visited them and told them she was preggers. She looked at Henri and said, "It can only be from you, Henri. I didn't make love with someone else. I got out of a bad relationship four months ago, and you are the only man I've been with."

Jean hugged Naomi, "We will take care of you, Naomi. After Hermione was born, I got uterine cancer, and the doctors had to remove it. It will be great to have another child in the house."

Dobby popped in and asked, "This be new Mistress of the house, Master Henri and Mistress Jeany?"

Naomy screamed at the sight of Dobby, "What the bloody hell is that?"

Henri asked, "Dobby, why did you show yourself to Naomi? You know about the statute of Secrecy."

Dobby pointed at Naomi, "Master Henri, Mistress Nomi being a witch, Mistress Nomi's Magic is bound. Dobby thinks Mistress Nomi's memory is wiped. Dobby feels the Magic."

Jean sighed, "We need the Lords for this. Dobby, can you make an appointment with Cyrus and Robert?"

Betty popped in, "Betty will do," and she popped away.

A few minutes later, Betty popped back, "Master said to bring you now, Mistress Jeany."

Jean held her hand up, "Wait a bit, Betty, we are not done explaining the wizarding world to Naomi. Naomi, don't be alarmed, the Elves have a fast way to transport us. We just told you that we don't have Magic, they will bring us to people who can help you."

Xxxxx

I saw Henri and Jean arrive with Naomi… what is Naomi doing here? Henri explained, "This Summer we had a romantic encounter with Naomi in France, it lasted almost two weeks. She found out she is pregnant, and told me I am the father. Dobby showed himself, thinking she knew about Magic. Dobby said she is a witch with her Magic bound and memory wiped or altered."

Henri looked at Cyrus and Robert, "We take Naomi into our home, Jean can not have children anymore, and we always wanted to have a second child. This is the next best thing. Only, we don't know how to proceed from here."

Cyrus got serious, "A visit from our family healer first. Then a visit to Gringotts to let a Curse breaker remove the blocks. We need a mind healer to restore her memories."

Robert said, "Start with Healer Stenwick. He is skilled in mind magic too."

Xxxxx

It all came out once Naomi's memory was restored. Slughorn visited their home when she received her Hogwarts letter. After talking about Magic, her mother mentioned not to remember who Naomi's father was. Slughorn offered to search her memories. After he stopped, he said, "Oh, my! We can't let that go out. Sorry, dears."

That was all she got. Naomi said, "Mother died five years ago."

Sirius said, "Naomi's Father must be an important figure. Slughorn would not risk wiping a student's memory otherwise. It is the job of the Ministry to bind the core of Muggleborn who refuse to go to Hogwarts, and to wipe their memories of Magic."

Daphne showed her cunning, "It all depends on who Slughorn wanted to protect, Naomi's safety or the Father's good name."

Cyrus speculated, "This happened in 75, when the blood war escalated. It is either a high-ranked Lord from the Dark Faction or a high-ranked official from the Ministry. He would not have bothered if it were one of the Light or Gray Faction."

Sirius nodded, "It happens even now, a wizard goes to a Muggle nightclub, puts a few cheering and confundus charms on a woman, and he has a willing shag all night long. At the end, a forgetful potion of a small obliviate, and the woman only remembers a good night with a stranger. Even Wizards like Crabbe or Goyle can get laid that way."

Sirius added, "The nasty kind will wipe their memories and drop them in a ditch."

Henri sighed, "And that is the underbelly of the beast. What are our options?"

Cyrus pointed at me, "Harry has to put Miss Naomi under House Potter protection, because she will live with the in-laws of Lord Potter. Then get her a wand and teach her the basics of Magic. I am sure Veronica, Ellen, and Henrietta will volunteer for that."

Xxxxx

Ron sent me a letter! The first one this holiday! I stopped after my fourth letter when I got no response. Not that I let him know much about my life, but he should have replied a bit more. Sirius even gave him that tiny owl to replace that rat.

Harry!

Dad got tickets to the World Cup final match! Dad called in a favor and got ten top-box tickets! We get to sit next to the Minister! Dad told me to invite you and Mione for the day of the finals, we'll stay overnight and return the next day! You and Moine can stay with us for the rest of the holidays!

Father said he can get the floo connected with Moine's house, so that we can pick you up there. We will come for you on August 21, the finals are on August 22.

See you then, Harry!

Ron.

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I shook my head and called Percy. I let him read the letter and asked, "What are the odds for your Father to keep those tickets if I refuse to come with them? Tracey invited all of us. So I have already arranged to attend the finals with her, Hermione, Luna, Susan, and Hannah. Those tickets are for the Minister's Top-box, Percy. I bet Fudge wants to butter me up after he lost face with Sirius's situation. He probably asked to bring me along."

Percy sighed, "I'll talk to dad. I hate to disappoint Ron and Ginny, though."

Tracey offered, "Percy, I can get four extra tickets, six, if you and Penny want to come too. Ron has been Harry's friend for three years. He is welcome, so are Ginny and the twins. As Harry's first employee, you are invited too. Consider it a bonus."

Percy's face lit up, "Thank you, Miss Tracey!"

My last warning was, "Percy, you'd better warn your Father that connecting my in-laws to the Floo network will cost him and the one in the Floo control their job. That House is under House Potter Protection, invading it will end up in Azkaban."

Xxxxx

Hah! It was as I predicted, no Harry, no tickets. I let Percy convince them that he arranged the extra tickets as an employee bonus. They don't like charity.

Daphne and her family left for Denmark. Cyrus's mother was a pretty, platinum-blond Danish woman. Daphne has her looks and hair color. After Cyrus's Father died in the blood war, she went back to Denmark.

Our chaperons are Robert and Ellen, and Jacob with Henrietta. You can hardly call Sirius a chaperon. He is the one who gets us in trouble. Madam Bones is managing security for the World Cup.

Luna could not stop meddling, "Aunty Amelia, Fudge will demand to post extra Aurors in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade on advice from Malfoy. Let Avery, McNair, Yaxley, and Dawlish guard Hogsmeade, and secretly let the others come to the campsite after the game."

Madam Bones frowned, "Why, Luna? Diagon Alley will be unprotected that way."

I put a hand on Luna's shoulder, "Because some people dressed in black with masks on will let the world know that they are still around, Aunt. Luna sees stuff. This is an opportunity to slap them down."

Xxxxx

We were at the Portkey point waiting for the Weasleys. Six of them, Percy and Penny, got the babysitting job. We were here two days earlier, we can not keep Tracey and Ron in one tent that long, they would kill each other. Not the Slytherin and Gryffindor hate, but the Holyhead Harpy versus Chudley Cannon feud. You know, the Cannons are even worse than girls!

When they arrived, Ginny attached herself to Luna, while Hermione and I played the tour guide. I told the twins when Tracey gave their tickets, "The game starts in five hours, we go to the campsite first so you will know where the tent is, you can do whatever you want with the rest of the time. Also, beware of a man called Bagman, who accepts bets but never pays out. He is in trouble with the Goblins."

That should keep their nose clean. The twins grinned. One of them said, "We will focus on our new hobby, Harrikins. Bird and cat watching. Angelina and Alicia are here. Katie, too, if we are lucky."

Ron and Tracey agreed on one thing: Krum is the best seeker, and Aiden sucks. His gloomy picture is everywhere. I bought two posters of him, one for Ginny and one for Ron.

I said when I gave it to him, "We bought one yesterday. I must warn you, mate, most of our schoolmates support Ireland."

"We do too, Harry, but you have to admit that Krum is the best seeker in the World," argued Ron.

I shrugged, "Frankly, I don't care who wins. I would rather play than look at a game. I placed a bet on Ireland winning, but Krum catching the snitch, that way both are happy."

Ron gasped, "You can not place bets! You are underage!"

I showed my ring, "You should read the papers, Ron. I am emancipated."

What worried me was hearing Luna whispering to Ginny about Parseltongue. We passed the Bulgarian cheerleader tent, a lot of Veela were celebrating already, nothing can stop Krum!

Suddenly, a small bullet ran out of the tent and jumped into my arms, {Harry! You are here! I knew you would come!}

12 Triwizard Champion wannabee.

A small, pretty Veela girl kept on rambling while hugging me. I hugged her back and said, {Hello Raphaelle, or is it a different name now?}

She nodded, while babbling happily, {It is Gabrielle Delacour, Harry. There is Fleur!} Of course, it had to be them, it is just another trope.

Fleur came out and spotted me with Gabrielle. Damn! She is pretty! I'd better play the cool guy. I smiled at her, {Hello, Fleur, may I introduce you to my Fiancées? This is Tracey Davis, my future Lady Slytherin; Hannah Abbot, my future Lady Black; and Susan Bones, who will be Lady Bones. You already know Luna and Hermione, although Hermione is my wife now, Lady Potter. Daphne is visiting her Grandmother in Denmark.}

I turned to my girls, "Everyone, this is Gabrielle and Fleur Delacour. We met on our holiday in France and spent a week and a half together. They taught me French, and we tutored Fleur in English."

Most of my girls spoke French and understood Gabrielle, and Fleur's English was understandable. Ron was drooling and didn't catch a word.

Fleur shook the girls' hands and teased them, {So you are the girls I have to beg for having a turn with Harry. He just kept on refusing me, and told me he stays loyal to his girlfriends. Just joking, girls. I respect a man who won't cheat at every chance he gets. You are the lucky ones.}

Hermione asked, "Are you one of the Bulgarian mascots, Fleur?"

Fleur shook her head, "No, I was visiting two cousins here. Our tent is in the French section."

Ron was still drooling. Fleur is a bombshell, even without her allure, Miss France without competition, and a shoo-in for Miss Universe... And I could have tapped that. Meh, she was in our bed for more than a week. I have bragging rights, even when she was disguised as a chubby brunette.

I took a good look at Gabrielle and asked Fleur, {I thought Gabrielle was eleven? Why does she look like an eight-year-old?}

Fleur shrugged, {Gabrielle is eleven years old. Veela mature differently from Witches. Like, Witches mature faster than normal girls.}

Different, alright, she would not have been permitted in my bed for starters, Veela or not, she is too small for comfort.

Hannah poked me and grinned, "So, you could say no to someone like her? I am impressed, Harry. I am curious what you learned from Fleur."

Fleur put an arm around Hannah's shoulder and started whispering in her ear. Hannah blushed at first, then her eyes glazed over, as if she was imagining something. Soon, both of them included Susan and Tracey and started giggling.

We parted ways when we passed their tent. Ron got his wits back on line and sighed, "Mate, I want to bag a girl like that!"

I chuckled, "Go for it, Ron, who is stopping you? Perhaps snowballs don't melt in Hell, and flying pigs exist. Ah, it is almost time for the Game."

Xxxxx

The Game, you ask? Booooriiing! If I weren't a seeker, I would not even go to a game. This game is one of the very few in which the chasers win. Mostly, it is the seeker that defines the outcome, so six players are working their asses off for nothing. The Seeker will win or lose the Game. Krum saved face by capturing the snitch.

Uncle Sirius's tent is huge! Room for everyone! I might have introduced the twins to Padfoot to keep him off our case.

Crap! Uncle Robert and Uncle Jacob are watching us like hawks. I didn't even get a chance to cop a feel. This World Cup is a bust for me. I can't wait for school to begin.

Xxxxx

That night, the Death Eaters got pummeled by the Aurors and the security forces from France. With the extra anti-apparition and anti-Portkey wards they set up, there was no escape possible. Aunty Amelia was surprised to find Avery, McNair, Yaxley, and Dawlish with the captured Death Eaters, so were Malfoy and Nott. Too bad, Snape wasn't there; he isn't a fan of Quidditch.

The Daily Prophet had a field day dragging the purebloods through the mud. Twenty were caught, all twenty who used the Imperio scam. They nailed their skin to the wall of shame with their comments:

Dear Readers!

If they think we are that stupid to believe they were only out to have fun, they would insult the whole nation's intelligence!

Who would still believe they were forced to commit crimes under the Imperio curse, while a few years later they are "Having Fun" dressed as Death Eaters? Large donations to several Ministry pockets got them out!

Who would dare to let them out now? They just proved that the Imperio excuse was a blatant lie! If the Ministry dares to let one go free, then it is time for a reelection. We demand, in the nation's name, that they all be interrogated with Veritaserum. They lost the right to refuse that by escaping justice in 81 and continuing their criminal behavior!

Minister Fudge! You are known as a good friend of Malfoy Senior! We will be watching every move you make. It is time to show your true colors: a minister for the nation, or a puppet for the Death Eaters.

Tread carefully, Minister Fudge!

More on the identities of the captured Death Eaters on Page 2

Who let them walk free in '81? The report of our investigation on Page 3

For how much will the Death Eaters be prepared to buy their freedom this time? We speculate on Page 4

Aurors Avery, Yaxley, and Dawlish, and Ministry worker McNair, exposed! How many more sympathizers are there in the Auror force and the Ministry? More on Page 5

Edited by Bernard Cuffe

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It is nice when you have 57% of the paper that tells the wizarding world what to believe.

Xxxxx

Madam Bones made a statement in the next day's paper.

The arrest of the Death Eaters at the World Cup was a joint action of our Aurors and the security detail that protected the French Officials. We agreed to hold the trials at the ICW with judges from neutral nations, in accordance with international law. All with the international press as witnesses.

The previous administration was responsible for letting them walk free. We can not put the Death Eaters on trial here without our integrity being questioned. Therefore, the ICW will conduct the Trials and carry out the punishments.

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Fudge saw his money well dry up before him. Worse, now he is walking on eggshells because his every move is being watched and criticized. His fuck up with Sirius hurt him badly, now his friendship with Malfoy is biting him in the ass. Maybe it is time to retire to someplace warm, someplace that doesn't extradite criminals to Britain.

Xxxxx

Luna called upon Morgana for hours! Yes, I had to reward the girl. She single-handedly eliminated Tom's support base with a few sentences to the right people. She fell asleep with a huge smile. I bet she predicted that too. Parseltongue rocks!

Hermione cuddled against me and sighed, "I am glad they are off the street. If they dared to cause problems at the World Cup, they would do the same everywhere. They were sending a message, and thanks to Luna, they got caught."

Then she looked up at me and warned me, "That is the third night in a row that you were rewarding Luna, Harry. Ease it up a bit. Two hours non-stop each night is too much."

I caved in, "OK, you have a point, tomorrow only one and a half hours, promise. Auw! Stop pinching me!"

Xxxxx

The good news? I caught up on Ancient Runes. According to the girls, I am ready to enter the fourth year. The shopping list mentioned dress-robes… this means dancing. You know me and dancing? They don't mix well. This boy doesn't have rhythm… at all. This Summer, several attempts were made to teach me to dance. Aunt Veronica and Aunt Ellen had to brush up on their cushion charms. Their feet got trampled by me.

Yeah, what did they expect? That I learned how to dance in my cupboard? That bitch of an aunt didn't even allow me to sing or listen to music. I only heard second-hand music from Dudley's room. Memories of Old Guy were no help either. He could not dance at all.

My mission? Don't let my name come out of that goblet! I would rather face Tom than be the center of attention on the dance floor at the Ball.

Penny Clearwater worked well with Percy. Together, they are clearing the mess Dumbledore left behind, and recently, they took on the Black properties. Malfoy had his greedy paws in them, and it had to be sorted out first. It's a good thing Malfoy Senior is awaiting his trial in Geneva.

Xxxxx

Naomi moved in today. Dobby and his girls did the moving, although most of it was stored in the basement. Henri and Jean accepted her into their lives, turning it from a Summer fling into a permanent relationship. The baby is the main reason.

Naomi has her Magic back. She doesn't know who her father is, and doesn't want to know. Maybe I'll have a few words with Slughorn in a few years. Naomi has Magic lessons two hours a day with Veronica, Ellen, and Henrietta. I am happy about that; it takes the pressure off the girls and me.

Anyway, I have to go now, Luna needs to be rewarded… She went home? Ah, Daddy came home. I grinned at Hermione, "Guess what? Tonight, my wife has my undivided attention. This is going to be one of the few nights we will be alone in bed, love."

Hermione shook her head, "Sorry, husband, but I promised Susan to come to her slumber party. Her girls' only slumber party. I told you that two days ago, remember?"

I sighed, "I forgot, honey. Have fun. When do you leave?"

Hermione smiled while she dropped her bathrobe, "In two hours, Harry. You have one and a half hours, Husband."

I scooped her up and went to our bedroom… two stairs up… I miscalculated. Going upstairs with a princess carry is a bitch! When I was up one stair, I passed Henri, Jean, and Naomi, who looked amused at me. One thing going for me was my morning workouts. I shudder to think how I would get up there with my old body. I have problems now, Henri and Jean are silently following me to see how far I will get without collapsing.

Jean giggled when she heard Hermione say, "Don't worry, love, we will start with Cow-girl."

Xxxxx

I got the most depressing news the evening before the train ride. Sirius was the one to deliver it to us with a big grin, "Pup, we got a letter from McGonagall. She asked for a written confirmation to let Hannah, Susan, Daphne, Tracey, Luna, and Hermione move into your private quarters as you demanded from her as Lord Slytherin."

Crap! I can see where this is going! Yes, there it is, that son of a bitch is grinning at me! "As concerned parents who insist on keeping their betrothed daughters pure until they are sixteen, they decided to remove the temptation away from you and demand that their daughters sleep in their dorms until at least their sixteenth birthday."

I glared at him and said, "You are enjoying this a bit too much, Padfoot. Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

Sirius smiled innocently, "A good prank needs timing, Pup. Besides, having them all in your quarters would distract you too much from your studies. Your grades would drop, babies would be born too early, and it would be one big disaster. So, the concerned Fathers did you a favor and wrote back that their daughters have to stay in their dorms until they are sixteen. But preferably until they graduate."

I pointed at Hermione and said, "They can not speak for my wife, Padfoot. We are emancipated; she can decide for herself."

Sirius nodded, "That was what Henri and Jean said. But we also know that Hermione will force you to study hard. So that is not a total loss."

I should have waited a week into the term to get private quarters for us and present the parents with a done deal. They would not pull them out once they are settled in my quarters… a bitter lesson learned. Fathers-in-law are not on my side.

Xxxxx

Susan, Hannah, Daphne, Tracey, and Hermione made Wardstones to enlarge our compartment to make room for everyone. It could fit ten people now. They did a great job, we can all fit in it now. Five betrothed, Padma, Astoria, the wife, and me. That is nine. Ron passed our compartment, looked inside, and shuddered. Quickly, he moved on. Ginny saw an open spot and asked to sit with us. Now it is nine against one. The odds are against me.

Padma sighed, "Our trip to India changed everything. Father was looking for potential husbands, and he was not very picky. He told us that if we don't find someone with good connections when we finish our NEWT, then he will sign a contract with someone from the homeland."

Padma shook her head, "Parvati took it badly. I fear she will be pregnant in our sixth year if not sooner. We noticed that we are more English than we thought. We are completely different from our relatives there."

She turned her head at me and said, "I would rather be one of many with you than be one of many there, Harry. We are the foreigners there. We are also foreigners here, but not that severely, only to the purebloods. It is also mostly because our parents are clinging to the homeland. It is depressing."

Daphne shrugged, "House Gaunt can use a Lady, Padma. There is no rush for it, though. You can use these years to search for the one you can love. You are one of us, Padma. We can tell that Harry has the hots for you."

Astoria giggled, "That is seven, Harry. Hannah is right, you have to stock up on stamina potions."

Luna dreamily said, "Hubby won't have a problem satisfying us, Astoria. Parseltongue is the best!"

Hermione giggled, "I can confirm that. You can not last five minutes when Harry is using his Parselmagic."

I grumbled, "Those damn contracts are limiting me to my Parselmagic. That age limit is going to cramp up my jaw."

Padma changed the subject, "I wonder what will happen this year, dress gowns? Is there going to be a ball?"

Susan nodded, "Dumbledore and Crouch started the Triwizard tournament again, after two hundred years. Aunty said that they lost the last of their marbles. That Tournament was canceled in 1792 for a reason."

Susan speculated, "I bet they did that to stay out of Azkaban. It was them who signed the order to put Sirius in Azkaban without a trial. Hogwarts and the Ministry desperately need something that will put them in a positive spotlight… Do I have that Muggle expression right, Hermione?"

Hermione nodded, "Perfectly, Susan."

The train ride was peaceful, no visit from the Ferret, no Ron and Hermione bickering… I almost miss the good old days.

Xxxxx

We entered the Castle, and McGonagall was waiting for me. "The Headmaster wants to speak to you after dinner, Mr. Potter."

I raised my right eyebrow and looked coolly at her, "I am Mr Potter in your classroom, Professor McGonagall. I am Lord Slytherin to the Headmaster and you for everything else. Any meeting with the Headmaster must be scheduled with a note, two days in advance, stating the date, time, and topics he wants to discuss. As stated in the rules, Deputy Headmistress. I told you to brush up on the rules before they come back to haunt you."

I stopped her from talking and added, "You will show us to my private quarters after dinner, Deputy Headmistress. Tell the Headmaster to make an appointment for a meeting."

I walked into the castle, leaving a stunned Headmistress behind. Yep, this boy grew a pair!… that sounded weird. But, as the now top-dog at Hogwarts, I have to mark my territory. Translated to Wizard talk, it means slapping the old fools down a nodge or two.

When we sat down, I saw McGonagall deliver the message to Dumbledore. Did you know microexpressions can't hide your true feelings? It was a fraction of a second, but we could see the rage on his face, before he got the disappointed grandfather look back up. That must have hurt, pulling rank on Him in HIS castle!

Xxxxx

The rest of the evening followed Canon, even the announcement of the tournament and the dramatic entrance of Moody. I spoke out loud, "The girls better buy lead-plated underwear. That eye can see through walls, a pair of panties, or a frilly bra will not be a problem for it."

That bit of info went through the hall like fiend-fire. It is true that if that eye has no problem looking through hard surfaces, then a pair of panties is no challenge at all.

I put a bit more wood on the fire when I said, "But… he is good friends with the Headmaster, and knowing the Headmaster is gay, then he will probably focus on our dingalings instead of the kitties. Either way, I vote that he leaves that eye at home."

Loud protests came from all sides. They saw Moody's eye rotate like mad. Everyone covered their private parts and yelled at him to stop looking. It is fun to read when Moody caught Lavender paging through a fashion magazine under her desk, but not if you realize the abuse fake Moody was doing with that eye.

He was not an old Auror; he was a thirty-something man who had been locked up at home for years. Now he is in a school filled with eye candy. Of course, he will abuse that eye.

I already confirmed that it was fake Moody, so I stood up and said with a sonorus on my voice, "Professor Moody! I, as Lord Slytherin, forbid you to wear that eye in the castle. Refusing will force me to fire you and to press charges against you for perverted behavior and spying on students' private parts. Remove that eye at once!"

Dumbledore protested, "Harry, Professor Moody is an experienced and highly decorated retired Auror. He will use that eye's ability honorably."

I returned, "It is Lord Slytherin to you, Albus! Everyone, raise your hand if you don't mind that Professor Moody looks at your private parts! Anyone? Not even a kinky boy or girl? It is unanimous, Albus! The eye goes, or Moody leaves the castle along with the eye. There is no way in hell that I allow him to perv on my fiancées!"

Dumbledore frowned, "It is for the Headmaster to decide who to hire or to fire, Harry. I say Professor Moody has to stay."

I shot back, "You realize I can fire both of you for sexual offenses against every student in this hall, Albus. That eye can look through our clothes, and that is unacceptable. Maybe you and the Deputy Headmistress love to show your private parts to him. We don't have those kinds of devious habits. Last warning, Albus, call me Harry again, and I will fine you three months' pay and a week's detention with Filch, cleaning toilets."

I can do that! We read the rule book from cover to cover and memorized it… Hermione did. Lord Slytherin can do a lot. Punishing sexual offenders is one of them. I might let Canon run its course for a bit, but there are limits. Barty looking at my girl's tits and pussies is unacceptable. Hmm? Why is Snape so silent? Ah, he is afraid of losing his cozy job. Or he fears what the Veritaserum on his buddies will expose about him. Vectra replaced him as head of House Slytherin, he knows his career could be next to go.

I won this round. Moody removed his eye. Albus conjured an eye-patch, and the crisis is over.

Xxxxx

During the meal… Ron, who forgot three-quarters of his table manners, was fantasizing about putting his name in and competing in the Tournament.

I asked, "Are you sure you want to compete, Ron? I heard it could be extremely dangerous."

Ron shook his head, "What is a bit of danger, Harry? A thousand Galleons! Fame! Who wouldn't want to compete? I am putting my name in!"

I shrugged, "I have plenty of both fame and money, so I don't want to compete. But… if you are serious, then I will train you for it. Be ready at six, Ron. We will run two laps around the lake, then an obstacle course through the Forbidden Forest. I'll ask Hagrid if we can do a little sparring with his Acromantula. Ron? Close your mouth, please. There is still food in it."

Ron swallowed his food and shuddered, "Are you mental, mate? Why would I want to spar with those spiders?"

I raised my eyebrow, my left one, "At the last tournament, the champions had to face a Cockatrice, Ron. Those are more dangerous than Acromantula. It killed two champions, four judges, and more than fifty spectators. I thought we would start slow with some spiders. Maybe Fluffy will volunteer to go for a round or two with you. I doubt you will face flubberworms on the first task, Ron. Tomorrow at six, Ron. Be ready."

Hermione commented, "The Death rate of the last ten tournaments was 67%, Ron. So the odds of you dying in the tournament are 100%. You only have three years of education, and you slacked off in all three, which means you will die if you have to compete, Ron. I doubt an E in Divination will help, except to predict how you will die, and if there will be something left to bury."

Ginny added, "If he survives Mum's Howler, when his name gets selected by some miracle."

Lavender proclaimed, "Ron will die with impeccable table manners, even if it is the last thing he will learn on this Earth. Close your mouth when you are chewing your food, Ron!"

I nodded, "Thank you, Lavender. I will have him from six to eight. He gets half an hour to shower and get ready. You and Parvati can have him for breakfast and Lunch. I will boost him for half an hour after lunch. Then, after class, I will drill him until dinner time. He will eat more slowly when he is tired, so your lessons will have a greater impact. I will give Ron two hours after dinner to do his homework and study, and squeeze two more hours in before curfew."

I nodded at Lavender and Parvati, "I bet we can get him in shape before the tournament, Lavender and Parvati. It will be tough on us, exhausting, but we will persevere. He will eat his last meal before the first task with impeccable manners. At least he will win against Acromantula if he has to fight a dozen of them for the first task. I doubt they will send the biggest ones in the arena."

Ron shook his head, "Mental, those birds made you mental, mate. I am not going into the Forbidden Forest to those spiders."

I frowned and asked coolly, "'Those birds', Ron? Do you mean those tits? Or those Boobies? Or the European Shags? Not the Rough Faced Shags from the Maori's. Ron? I sure hope you didn't mean my fiancées. That would be a distasteful remark. Anyway, be ready at six in your common room."

Then I looked puzzled at him and asked, "Ron? If you don't want to go into the Forest to train with some Acromantula, what would you do when you face a few at the first task? They are only class four beasts. What if you have to fight a Manticore? Or face a Nundu? A Chimera or Hydra? I bet Hagrid has a few of those stashed in the Forest, we'll ask him tomorrow!"

Hermione started to recite facts and numbers, "The Champions faced a Hydra in 1638, the Hogwarts champion won by default, the Hydra ate the two others. In 1722, the Champions had to take a treasure that a Chimera was guarding. The Chimera killed one Champion and held another hostage so it could escape." She frowned and said, "They only used a Manticore once. It killed all the judges in 1542."

I sighed and looked at Ron, "Mate, it seems we have to be tougher. Be ready at five-thirty, and you only have fifteen minutes to shower before breakfast. I don't want you to die, Ron. It's going to be a hellish year for you, but think about the eternal fame, the thousand Galleons, it will all be worth it."

Xxxxx

When we entered Slytherin's private quarters, we did a quick scan. The place was littered with listening charms. I turned to McGonagall while pointing at the listening charms. I said, "This is my only warning, Deputy Headmistress, if we find one listening charm in our quarters tomorrow after dinner, then I will fire both Albus and you. It is in the rule book, Deputy Headmistress. Violating the privacy and/or spying on the Lords of the Founders in their private quarters is a reason for dismissal."

Calmly, I asked her, "Mind you, we will start researching and learn every possible detection charm there is. What do you think are the chances for you to keep your job? The Headmaster can not stop himself from meddling in my private life."

McGonagall sighed and asked, "Why are you so hostile against me and the Headmaster, Lord Slytherin? Is it the Slytherin title that made you power hungry?"

I shook my head and explained, "No, Deputy Headmistress, I just found out some facts, like who dropped me off like a piece of garbage on my aunt's doorstep. Or the fact that those three criminals never once checked up on me to see how I was treated."

I looked her deeply in the eyes, "That alone is reason enough to hate you with a burning passion, Deputy Headmistress. Ten years of sleeping in a cupboard under the stairs and being fed table scraps will do that to a person. But that is not all, Deputy Headmistress. For my aunt and uncle to behave like that, I am certain that old bastard used spells on them. No matter how evil you are, you don't put toddlers in a dark cupboard under the stairs. You would be too afraid to be exposed."

I pointed out another impossible fact, "Then I arrived here, Deputy Headmistress, skinny, small, and dressed in rags, and guess what? The only thing you ever did for me was to put me on a broom. Did you help me even once over these three years? Why didn't Pomfrey report the abuse?"

I shrugged. No matter what I tell her, it will not change a thing. "Remember, one listening spell after tomorrow's dinner, and you can look for another job with him, Deputy Headmistress."

I made a last comment, the bitch was speechless from my revelations, "A few months ago, the Dementors sucked the old, timid slave Dumbledore cultivated out, and it cleared my mind. I see the lies and deceit now, Deputy Headmistress. That old fart is Darker than Voldemort, and you are his Bellatrix."

That was a professional slap-down! McGonagall had no response and left. When she was gone, Hermione and I spent more than two hours searching and dispelling the listening charms while cursing the old fart with the worst insults we could come up with. We started to mean them when we examined our bedroom. That man is deranged! I bet he hopes we will miss one.

At one of the last listening charms, I said, "Albus, the day after tomorrow, a team of Gringotts curse breakers will inspect these quarters. If they find one charm, then you are out of a job."

Hermione added, "We will hire them to do some surprise sweeps to make certain there will be no more of them. Good night, old pervert."

We did not shag at all that night.

Xxxxx

At 5.30, I stood in front of the fat Lady, showed my ring, and asked, "Are you going to open the door, or do I have to pull rank?"

One look at my ring was enough to convince her, "You have that right, Lord Slytherin, please do not abuse it."

I stood at Ron's bed; the poor bloke was snoring. A glass of water woke him up. With an angry shout, he faced me, "ARE YOU MENTAL, HARRY? Why did you do that for?"

I said, "Training time, Ron. Be glad I could not find a bucket. Being a Champion needs total commitment, Ron. How did you think I got these muscles? With hard work, Ron!"

Ron shouted in my face, "Sod off with your training, Potter! There is no way I will be running around the lake this early. I will train on my own, now piss off and let me sleep!"

I poked my finger on his chest and calmly said, "I am not offering this again, Ron. I am sacrificing cuddle time with Hermione for you. If you want fame and money but don't want to work for it, then I doubt you will ever be more than Potter's funny sidekick, and that fame won't last forever, Ronald Weasley."

An hour and a half later, after my workout and a visit to the kitchens, I returned and crawled back into bed. Hermione snuggled closer and asked, "Did you have a good run? Fought Acromantula? Dueled Fluffy?"

I sighed, "What are the odds for my name to be selected as the fourth Champion, Hermione? That old fart will do everything possible to get me in that tournament."

Hermione pecked my lips, "Not if we kick him out if we find another spell, Harry."