Chapter Eight
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At precisely six pm on the 27th of December 1991 Harry led Hermione out of the giant fireplace in the McNairs'? country home near Wood Norton. Eliza moved to stand at Harry's left. Harry looked directly into Lincoln McNair's? eyes and offered his hand. "Harry Potter, my lord. It's an honor to meet you. This is Hermione Granger."
Lincoln shook Harry's hand firmly. "Lord Potter, Lady Potter. My wife Marilyn, Lady McNair?. You've more than met my daughter, I see."
Harry grimaced slightly. "So that Hermione Granger thing didn't work at all?"
Marilyn and Lincoln laughed. "No, Lord Potter. We see the rings you both wear. We intend you no harm and never have. Despite my misguided younger brother."
Marilyn rolled her eyes and stepped up to Hermione and took her arm. "Come along, dear, he's started early. They'll be discussing wizards, then magic, and then dueling for a while. Terribly sorry, it's the Slytherin in him, you see--all that testosterone ruins the subtle. I'm for some tea."
Hermione followed and was led to the sitting room of the very fine mansion to undergo her own test of witches, magic and dueling. It was probably more vicious than what Harry was going through, only held on a different field.
H Lincoln eyed Harry as he led him to the study. "So my Eliza, then?" Harry smiled. "She's a fine witch, sir."
"I know--and in private call me Lincoln, Harry. I wonder how powerful you are, though? In the event of my demise my worthless brother will move to take the house from her; he will no doubt use her to do it. Take her in marriage or bind her in a marriage to one of his cronies. Can you prevent it?"
Harry considered. "And I'm Harry. I could take her to wife, I could take her as a ward and the house as a vassal house, or I could just kill your brother."
"A fully mature and trained wizard? We'll see. As for the others, you are correct. It would be better to have a contract in place. We can write it so you and she both must agree or decline in the presence of witnesses, and only after being checked for the Imperius or other potions and enchantments."
Harry sighed. "I'd rather not hurt you. I don't see why that type of contract wouldn't work, Lincoln." "Hurt me, Harry? It will work. I've had my solicitor draw one up." Lincoln handed the contract to
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Harry.
As Harry read it he replied, "I have what the witches tell me are very advanced skills for a student, Lincoln. I read a lot. I'd like Hermione to look this over, my solicitor as well."
"Do you read about Dark magic, Harry? Yes, I thought you might. We have some time. Walden has recently had a few setbacks and is in no position to threaten right now."
"I take the position that it's the intent that is 'light' or 'dark', if you will, Lincoln. I realize that some of the 'dark' magics can be addictive and harmful to the caster and I lean away from those, but there are situations in which all but a very few of them could be useful. Those magics that cause harm just for the sake of causing harm don't interest me much."
Lincoln narrowed his eyes. "That's not very child-like of you, Harry."
"Or it's very child-like if you ask the witches, Lincoln. They say I see the world in black and white."
"Ha! Yes they would, Harry. Let's go duel a little." Lincoln rose and led Harry to a dueling room. H
Marilyn, meanwhile, was finding Hermione to be frighteningly intelligent and minimally skilled in the social graces. The witch had gracefully acted as mother and could converse on almost any topic. The only place she fell down was in the requisite discussion of children. She was pretty enough, no sign of the overlarge front teeth Eliza had mentioned them fixing.
"Really, Hermione, you have to at least fake an interest in the spawn of the hag you're speaking with. Mostly they're little monsters but one must observe the convention; besides, they're an endless source of ammunition for little digs. Trained properly, yours will be both intelligent and powerful and display your dominance."
"I was never comfortable around children, Lady McNair?. Even now, at Hogwarts I get along with the older students and Professors better than my classmates--except Harry, of course."
"Marilyn, Hermione--and of course, dear. Now, however, you are entering a different world. Allowances will be made for your age, but unfortunately the other matriarchs will also expect to dominate you easily because of it. Obviously you won't be having children soon, so the witches in your coven must fill that role. You'll need to seek the best possible matches for them and they will need to be all they can possibly be."
Hermione sighed. "What if I don't want to play this game?"
Marilyn laughed. "With your Harry it might be possible, but we know the female of the species, Hermione. You'll always have to play on some level, unless you change your sex, dear."
The mansion shook slightly and Hermione looked up in alarm. Marilyn sighed. "Well, they moved fast. Don't worry, Hermione. Lincoln won't hurt him badly."
The house shook violently and Hermione leapt to her feet. "I wasn't worried about Harry, Marilyn. Lincoln is in danger, though. Harry gets carried away sometimes. That last was him imitating whatever Lincoln just did."
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Marilyn blinked and stood. The earthquake charm was Lincoln's favorite, but that first shake was as hard as he could cast it. If the second was Harry, Lincoln could be in trouble. "Let's go interrupt them before someone gets hurt, then." She quickly led the way to the dueling room.
The witches opened the doors and gaped. Lincoln McNair? was stuck to the wall with his robes ripped and singed, laughing like a maniac. Harry was standing on the floor, unruffled, spinning his wand slowly and smiling.
"Harry James Potter!" "Lincoln Wesley McNair!" The wizards looked at each other then simultaneously replied "What?" Eliza chuckled. "Jinx." Hermione and Marilyn turned on her and she wilted back into the hall. H
Harry and Hermione arrived back home laughing. Poor Eliza. They would have to do something special for her. Her father owed her big, too. Hermione was carrying the contract for Eliza after having fought off Marilyn's attempts to revise it so that Harry could have Eliza right now for free as long as he didn't let her come back. Harry and Lincoln had thought that a little harsh and Marilyn had taken them under fire too, with Hermione's support. Harry scratching his head and complaining about it had only made it worse. "Lincoln wasn't hurt." Indeed. Never mind all those fires that had to be put out!
It had all worked out and Harry had left another wizard wishing he was actually his son instead of a potential son-in-law. Hermione had gained another surrogate mother, or perhaps favorite aunt. The only fly in the ointment was Marilyn's anger at Eliza because Harry and Lincoln supported her in her "It's all good fun between wizards" view.
From his position in the Granger's lounge, Dan looked over the top of his paper at the kids coming up through the trunk. "So--another success, then?"
Harry nodded. "I believe so."
Hermione nodded along and went to find her mother. She wanted to discuss this matriarch dominance thing.
Emma smiled, hugged and kissed Hermione, and listened, rolling her eyes. "Gods yes, these women that don't work are the very worst. They have to prove their self-worth and gain a place in society, and all they have to do it with is their husband, children, and looks. Well, their house too, but you have an enormous castle--who could beat that?
"Sorry, sweetie it's the nature of the beast. Nothing saying you can't do it all, though. I mean, look at me. I have a great husband and daughter and a spectacular son-in-law. The house certainly isn't a castle but it's above the eightieth percentile."
Hermione arched a brow at her mum. She got a laugh back. "Just because I'm your mother,
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Hermione, doesn't mean I'm dead, and I am a woman. We compete; it's what we do." Hermione snorted. "I noticed." "Listen, missy, just because you batted a century at twelve doesn't change the world." "Cricket references, Mum? Are you all right?"
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The following morning, Tuesday the twenty-eighth of December, Harry awoke at five buried in someone's throat and with someone spooned up behind him. Harry lay taking in the sensations of the excellently performed oral sex until his brain came awake enough to realize where he was. He started awake and tried to sit up but Hermione, spooned in behind him and watching Padma Patil suck Harry off, held him down gently. "Shhh. It's fine, she came through my trunk. Mum and Dad are still asleep and I charmed the door. Relax."
Padma looked up at Harry and slowly, so, so slowly, pushed herself down his cock, never breaking eye contact. Harry drew in a sharp breath and released in her throat. Padma grunted and sucked harder. Harry pulled Padma up his front, but before he could kiss her Hermione leaned across him and captured her lips. Harry rolled and pulled Padma under him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Harry found himself at Padma's entrance and pushed. Padma grunted and squirmed, but Hermione held her head and kept her lock on her lips. Padma grunted some more and wriggled into a better position, pulling her hips down as Harry withdrew. When he pushed down she thrust up and he ripped her hymen away. Padma screamed into Hermione's mouth and Harry froze. Hermione broke contact with Padma's lips. "Oh gods, it's fun ripping the virginity away from you witches."
Padma grunted and then moaned as Hermione and Harry licked the tears from her face. She moved again, and she and Harry established a nice rhythm. Hermione latched onto a nipple when Harry beat her back to those now bee-stung lips. Padma thrashed as her first coital orgasm took her and Harry continued to drive her right through it, extending its length and depth. Hermione's roaming hands wandered to Padma's other breast and her sex, and she worked two fingers into her on top of Harry. She pulled Harry's trick and felt for and found Padma's G-spot.
Harry felt the fingers, which only further tightened an already nearly painfully tight Padma, and kept his rhythm slow and deep. Padma felt the nearly irresistible urge to pee and then suddenly her world exploded. Just as it did, Hermione put her thumb on Padma's clit and squeezed the thumb and two fingers together, simultaneously pinching one nipple and biting the other. Harry came in Padma at the same time and she screamed mindlessly into his mouth for one whole breath and then another and another. Then she passed out.
Harry unclenched from Padma and withdrew. Hermione pulled him to her entrance by his cock and shoved him into herself with her legs around his waist. As he lay panting she thrust and withdrew, thoroughly shagging herself on him until he recovered enough to take up a rhythm. Padma regained consciousness and returned the finger and thumb favor on Hermione and she, too, experienced a moment of unconsciousness. Hermione woke to find Padma licking Harry clean and joined her.
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The trio showed up for PT at six-thirty and got catcalls and whistles. Neither Padma nor Hermione cared.
Later, down in the pool, Harry sat grinning broadly. He just couldn't stop. Ella snickered. "Damn, Padma, that must be some good pussy. Look what you did to Harry!"
Padma grinned and blushed. Hermione smiled. "It is! You should try it sometime." "Hey! Quit giving away my sister, Hermione!"
Emma rolled her eyes. "Crazy bints. Harry, that package we got from Fawkes on Christmas has no charms on the outside. We're ready to open it. Also that stone is, we think, a Philosopher's Stone. The only person we know of who had one or was rumored to have one is Nicholas Flamel. We have a letter to him prepared and would like you to read it."
Harry nodded. It was a great Christmas holiday so far, and the little mysteries were clearing up nicely. This afternoon was tea with Susan, and other than that just mundane stuff. Good. He needed some rest after this morning.
Susan swam to Harry and crawled into his lap. Harry chuckled; no rest for the not-weary, it seemed. How odd was it that every time a girl touched him he got a hard-on?
Susan sank down and sighed. After a few moments she wriggled, shuddered, and Harry rocked into her gently. "Thank you, Harry."
Harry shook his head and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her. "No, thank you. I wish you all could feel how it feels to be inside you."
Susan grinned. "No more than we want you to feel what we feel with you inside us, Harry. So what are your plans for the day?"
Harry adopted a thinking pose. "I think I'll make you come, then I'm going to fill your belly. Then I believe I'll go to the library and read this letter and look at the package, and after that I'm going to find someone to nap with until I have to get ready to go to your house." Harry thrust quicker and Susan groaned and leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Again, you mean. Good plan, though."
Daphne huffed. "Only because you're occupying the lap right now."
Tracey pulled her down onto a step. "Shhhh. Here, I'll keep you BUSY and distracted."
"Trammmph."
The others chuckled as Tracey put her money where her mouth was--Daphne's mouth, too.
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A bit later Harry was up in the library reading the letter. "Emma, this doesn't even really say we found the Stone. It just asks him for a physical description of it?"
"Well yeah, Harry. We don't want to be fighting him off. He and his wife are supposedly six
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hundred years old. They've probably forgotten more magic than we'll ever know. We just want to confirm it's his before we return it."
Eliza growled. "Finders keepers, I say."
Harry frowned. "It's not ours, Eliza, that would be wrong. How would you feel if Hermione didn't share and didn't push me to?"
"Grrrr."
Harry rolled his eyes and signed the letter. Emma snatched it and sent it off with Hedwig. Hedwig was a much happier owl when delivering something for Harry, though she still refused to sit in the Owlery. If Harry was out of class, she was somewhere near him. He turned to the package, which was wrapped in plain brown paper. Harry drew a breath and opened it. A silvery pile of fabric spilled out.
James yelled from his painting, "Hey, where'd that come from? That looks like my Invisibility Cloak. Look inside the collar, Harry. No, flip it up and look inside."
Harry looked and found "Property of James Potter" embroidered in what was apparently demiguise hair.
"What'd the note say, Harry? Let me see it."
Harry held the paper up to James. James read, "This has been in my possession for some time. It is time it was returned to its owner. Use it well." James frowned. "Dumbledore had this and that's his writing, but why would he send it back to you now, Harry?"
Millicent suddenly sat up. "Fawkes betrayed Dumbledore--well, maybe not betrayed, he is a Phoenix after all--intentionally disobeyed, maybe. Dumbledore probably told him to bring the cloak to his owner and Fawkes did exactly that. I bet Dumbledore intended this cloak for Neville Longbottom.
"Harry, where did you find that Stone? In a mirror in an unguarded classroom? Why would it be there? Dumbledore's up to something."
The group stilled in thought but no answers came to them. They lacked some pieces of the puzzle, crucial pieces.
Lisa threw up her hands. "We need more information; we can't do anything about this right now. Not to change the subject, Harry, but I think we should give Mr. Filch one of the dial-a-spells. It would help him with his work and we could find out if it worked for other people besides us."
Daphne nodded. "It would also put him in our debt. It wouldn't hurt to have him on our side, especially considering how much time we spend in broom closets."
Harry nodded. "I want to take some safety equipment back with us for Potions and Herbology, too, safety glasses at least. I can't believe these people don't use even basic safety gear."
Eliza snorted. "Snape will have a fit." Harry shrugged. "Let him. I'll start pushing the Board, too. If I have to I can always just order it
and the rules will record it. I know we don't want it known yet, but I won't have people injured when it's preventable. Especially one of you all."
Elizabeth Hutchins suddenly asked out of the clear blue, "Lycanthropy is transmitted by a bite, right? So it's a virus or bacteria. Why can't it be vaccinated against? I mean, we couldn't cure the already infected but maybe we can vaccinate those who don't have it."
Hermione blinked. "Uh, we aren't exactly equipped for that work, physically or mentally."
Elizabeth smiled. "Yet, Hermione. We do have some former squaddies in university, though, and we will be eventually. It's worth taking a look at. Besides, we can get some samples from Remus."
Lily called out from her painting, "I'll help. I can't believe I didn't think of that before. Why couldn't we cure the already infected too? I've been hearing about potential anti-viral agents, like antibiotics for bacteria. If we can isolate the pathogen we should be able to cure it."
Harry relaxed and went back to thinking with his eyes closed and breathing deeply while the girls discussed this with Lily. Padma smiled and whispered to Hermione, "We wore him out."
Parvati gave her a shove. "With help, missy!"
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At two Harry stepped out of the Floo at the Bones' manor with Hermione on his arm and Amelia stepped in to him and kissed him. "Hello, Harry." She introduced him to assorted cousins, aunts, uncles, and one parent.
The afternoon passed in a genial fashion around a marvelous high tea. The Boneses were fully on board with the Potters, so this was a relaxing afternoon for Harry. Well, until Amelia pulled Harry into her study. "Harry, I'm taking a great risk for Sirius Black. I may need some protection."
Harry growled. "Anything you want, Amelia, you know that." He was only partially playing. She might have gray hair and a monocle, but she was hot: nice tight body, well flared hips, a face like Susan's--yikes, what the hell was he thinking?
Amelia shivered. "Be careful, Harry, I might take you up on that," she purred.
Harry smiled. "Oh, really?" He scooted closer on the leather couch they were sitting on and took her left hand.
Amelia gasped. "Harry, stop! I haven't got a contract, and if you keep on I'll do something. How do you do this? You're eleven! Phht, why am I responding to you?" Harry just grinned. Amelia took her hand back and shook her head. "Well, now that we've thoroughly clouded the issue with sex, I was really thinking that you might have to occupy your seat on the Wizengamot."
"No need for it to be cloudy, Amelia. You're a very interesting, handsome witch. I'd be glad to spend almost any amount of time with you and I would love to see what you could teach me, not least of all what you look like in orgasm. As to the other, not unless we can't avoid it. I know you're crucial to us remaining hidden, among other things, so we have to protect you; but the objective is for us to remain hidden as long as possible."
Amelia groaned. "Tease. You've been around far too many witches, Harry. I'm old enough to be
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your mother and you still affect me. Oh, put those eyes away--and yes, I understand. We won't expose you unless it's crucial. Now let me go find Hermione. I have to talk contracts." She threw Harry a saucy wink as he handed her from her seat.
Harry's face was a study. He couldn't work out whether they'd been teasing or not; he thought they had been, but Amelia was going to talk contracts? Hey, wait a minute! Harry charged into the hall and met a sparkling peal of laughter from Amelia, who was leaning up against the wall. "In a few years maybe, Harry, if you're still interested."
"Uh, you know, I--uh--" Amelia laughed again. H
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On the morning of Thursday the second of January 1992, sometime before five a.m., Harry's eyes opened to the now usual feeling of someone giving him a hell of a blow job. He looked down and smiled at the tiny Su Li. He reached down and literally picked her up and spun her with his hands, parking her on his face. Su squealed in protest and crawled down his body in pursuit of the prize that had popped loose from her mouth due to her short stature. Harry growled and lifted his head. Hermione shoved pillows in behind his head and he settled, just able to reach Su's folds with his tongue.
They were in the master bedroom of Potter castle, Hermione's parents having accepted her as Harry's wife.
Lisa Turpin watched in amazement as Harry grew in length and forced Su back toward his face. He had to be using magic; he hadn't stuffed a literal foot of cock in her yesterday! Well, she didn't think he had, although it was a very full feeling when he pressed into you; deliciously and painfully so. Anyway, over the last week he hadn't been this big for sure when he destroyed Susan, Morag, Mandy, and anyone else who came within reach.
Her thoughts turned. Were they, as Madam Bones had intimated, using Harry? Well yes, there was no doubt of that, but he seemed to be enjoying it. He and Hermione were very content to be using each and every one of them to learn more about pleasuring each other. Sure, it might not last, but that was okay too. They had the plan and Hermione would be read in on the first pregnancy. Not that she didn't know already, it was just one of those things that wasn't discussed. The older witches and Squibs had to come up with their cover wizards and then Harry could start pumping babies out of them, or they out of him rather; whichever.
Oh gods, look how much cock Su can fit in her! Why isn't that coming out of her throat?
Harry had leant up and was feeling Su's very firm belly. Lisa watched his amazed face as he felt his cock deep in Su and giggled. He could be such a goof. That was very sexy, though, especially as instead of a pained look Su wore that smug, contented little face. Lisa clapped her hands to her ears as Harry came and Su screamed.
Lisa let Harry hold Su for a moment, then pushed her over and took her place. "Good morning, Harry."
Harry smiled. "Yes, very good so far, unless you're Su of course."
Lisa sniffed. "She was noisy; serves her right."
"Lisa!"
"Shhhh. Less talking, more shagging. Harry, what are you doing? Those are hardly worth paying attention to yet--oh my!"
Harry smiled around a mouthful of young breast with its pencil-eraser nipple and flicked his stiffened tongue harder before nibbling gently. At the same time he concentrated and filled Lisa to near bursting. Lisa squealed and twisted as his swollen member applied pressure to every nerve ending in her vagina, and then as he reached down and pulled her securely to him and his pubic
bone crushed her clit in its hood she jerked and came, hard.
Lisa lay bonelessly in his arms recovering. She looked up at Harry and asked, "How do you do that?"
"What, Lisa?"
The others, now awake, listened attentively. "Stuff a foot of cock in Su and then fill me to bursting. I can hold more than she can, at least girth-wise. She's so tight you can barely get a finger in her. She should be bleeding to death right now from you shredding her with that monster you stuffed in her."
Harry looked puzzled. "Don't know. I thought it was supposed to grow."
"Not past a certain point, Harry, and it shouldn't shrink when it's hard as a steel bar."
Nym had sat up by now. "Lisa, get up."
Lisa blushed. "I can't. He's swollen hugely inside me. I have to wait until he shrinks a little."
It suddenly dawned on the others that they had been "tied" to Harry too. He had to shrink some before he could pull out of them. Nym grinned. "Harry, get out of Lisa. I want to see something."
Harry looked around in frustration and then concentrated. He shrank in girth and Lisa lifted off of him, leaving a string of come connecting her to Harry. Marjorie Paling, a soft-looking bubbly blonde of the Squib Squad, pushed her over and licked Harry and then Lisa clean. Nym watched for a moment and then shook her head. "Harry, close your eyes and remember what you felt like inside Lisa."
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated; he was trying, but it just didn't seem to be working. Lisa leant up and said, "I remember, Harry. I was so hot and wet. You were inside me and I was totally full. Remember? My warm, wet walls around you so tight. It felt so good."
Lisa looked down and was amazed. Harry had grown to a funnel shape about six inches from base to tip, a couple of inches around at the base but rapidly expanding to maybe four inches in diameter. As she watched, lumps and bumps arose on him. "Yes, that's it, Harry--just like you filled me, touching every spot in me."
The girls watched in amazement as a Lisa-tailored tickler grew from Harry. Lisa reached down and rubbed the bumps and ridges gently. Nym smiled hugely. "Harry, have you ever made any other changes to your body?"
"Huh?" Harry opened his eyes and looked down. His cock returned rapidly to normal. Lisa sighed but kept her grip on his now normal seven-inch-long hard shaft. "Wow! How'd you do that, Lisa?"
"It wasn't me, Harry."
Nym was bouncing on her heels, very distracting with her breasts shifting like that. "Harry! Have you ever changed anything else?"
"Uh, no, Nym, I don't think so."
Joan Stearns, a brunette, pixie-like Squib, snorted. "Your hair Harry. His idiot aunt cut it all off one day, Nym. He grew it back by the morning."
Nym nodded. "Metamorph like me, then. I'll work with you, Harry."
Daphne burst out, "Please don't change him. That cock is magic." She clapped her hands to her mouth.
Tracey rolled her eyes. "You 'orrible slut!" Harry watched, bemused, as the morning wrestling match got under way. H
Later Harry was sitting in the study laughing with his dad when Dan Granger came in. "Harry, what the hell did you do to the girls? It's some kind of estrogen fest out there." He nodded toward the sitting room.
Harry shrugged. "One minute they were fine. The next they were being curious about something." He blushed. "And then they were play-fighting and name-calling. I left."
Dan and James nodded. Harry chuckled. "Dan ,why are we doing this in Crawley--well, West Sussex--instead of Surrey?"
"Because I have a very good friend who is a very good solicitor, Harry. It's really a formality anyway. Well, besides your case being elevated to the family division of the high court as you're seeking emancipation at such a young age. The judge has read the briefs. The Dursleys have released custody. You have to speak with the judge, but as long as you're yourself you should be at least emancipated and placed under Emma's and my nominal supervision."
Harry looked nervous. "Yes, so the solicitor has said."
James looked at Harry. "Son, you have thirty-six girls and an untold number of their female relations in love with you, and you're worried about court? I think we need to discuss your priorities. The courts may be your only friend if you piss one of those off."
Dan tried to hold it in, he really did, but he just couldn't. Harry's face was truly priceless. Harry pouted as Dan and James laughed.
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The Honorable Mrs. Justice Baron, DBE, looked at the clock and blew at her bangs. On paper she had an amazingly mature eleven-year-old seeking to be emancipated and live on his own. This eleven-year-old had the fiscal means to do it and apparently the life skills. But what was driving this? Why would an eleven-year-old wish to leave his home? And this note from the Garter Principal King of Arms, how the hell did Conrad even know this case was on the docket? And the boy was a Duke? Something smelled here, and it wasn't the kipper. Ah well, up and at 'em, Jacqueline.
Jacqueline stood and made her way into the courtroom at precisely nine. She sat on the bench as the normal opening of court occurred and looked out at the room. Harry Potter was a handsome,
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messy-haired, green-eyed, rather tall boy, lean but not skinny, with large hands. The courtroom was surprisingly full of young women. Jacqueline, a keen observer of the species, noticed immediately that the young women were all oriented on Harry Potter.
Good God, that girl's hair must be a nightmare for her. Hmmm, she's obviously the ringleader; the others are splitting their attention between her and the Potter lad. All right, here we go. "Mr. Potter? Why should I grant this petition?"
Harry's solicitor's barrister rose. "If it please the justice...."
Jacqueline silenced him with a glance. "I asked you, Mr. Potter. I realize the normal formalities call for your barrister to answer; however, this is not a normal case. I would hear directly from you."
Harry stood. "Justice Baron, I've essentially been on my own since I started school. I'm independently wealthy and attend a boarding school. My relatives despise me and I loathe them. The Grangers have offered to assist and guide me and I would avail myself of their offer."
Jacqueline looked at him sharply. "So why don't I just grant them custody of you?"
Before Harry could speak Hermione had leapt to her feet. Jacqueline watched as the boy turned and the young girl with the problem hair opened her mouth, snapped it closed, and sank back into her seat. "That would unnecessarily complicate an already fraught situation, ma'am."
Jacqueline blinked. What kind of eleven-year-old used words like fraught? And in context, too. Apparently the tests ordered by the lower courts were right. This was an exceptional boy. So the girl was the Granger daughter and she had something with the lad, something important to them and more than as friends. So young too; would she be condoning something? What were the Grangers thinking? "The remainder of this proceeding will be in camera. Bailiff, clear the room."
The bailiff looked around and saw only those who had come in with the Potter lad. He went and locked the door. Jacqueline grimaced. "All of you?"
Harry smiled. "Yes, ma'am."
Jacqueline shrugged. "I can take it if you can, Your Grace. Now what the hell is going on here?"
Harry spread his hands. "My blood relatives are abusive and their son is a bully. I've been left to my own devices since I started school. At school I stopped my cousin Dudley and his gang from abusing kids. Along the way I gathered a group of friends." Harry indicated the girls. "I transferred to a special boarding school this year. At that school the bullying was worse. I stopped it there, too, and gathered the rest of this group." Harry stopped and rubbed his hand through his hair. "Due to some cultural peculiarities Hermione Granger and I found ourselves--well, we're essentially married."
Jacqueline Baron sat back in her chair and sighed. "This boarding school is Hogwarts? Never mind. I'm granting your petition, Your Grace. I know we can't get into the details here. Please do be careful, however. I'll have nieces in that school in a few years, I believe.
"Ms Granger--beg pardon, Duchess Potter--you understand what you're doing?" Hermione stood. "Yes, ma'am. As do all these wit--errh, girls."
Jacqueline nodded. "Good. All right, let's get back to the formalities and get you all back home." She turned to the barrister and solicitor, who had wisely kept silent. "No need to tell you gentlemen that what was said here stays here. I don't want to hear it at the bars in one of the inns."
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Andromeda and Ted Tonks looked at Harry and Nym. Andromeda sighed. "Seven years, Nymphadora, and you suddenly decide not only that you like wizards but you like a first year? Do you always have to be different or is it just to make me mad?"
Nym smiled cheekily. Harry cut her off. "She just has to be different, we think." "Hey!" Andromeda shook her head. "And you, Duchess Potter, you're okay with this?" Hermione smiled and nodded. "Nym will find someone someday. Meanwhile we're happy."
Andromeda shook her head but smiled. "I wouldn't hold my breath, dear. She looks to have already found her male someone; you might get her oriented on a witch someday, though. Now about the rest of the witches?"
Ted took this as his signal and stood. He motioned to Harry, who followed him out. They walked to Ted's study. Ted motioned Harry to a chair. "Okay, standard Dad stuff: hurt my daughter and I kill you, blah blah blah. Now that that's out of the way, what's really going on?"
Harry blinked. "Uh, well, Nym was getting harassed pretty hard. I stomped the crap out of a couple of boys who were harassing her. Next thing I know she and the others have come up with this sharing scheme. Hermione seems to be in charge by General consensus. They seem happy, so I leave it alone."
Ted laughed. "So you aren't interested in my daughter?"
Harry blushed. "Well yeah, but not like that. I think she's a great girl--intelligent, pretty, funny. But I really only want Hermione, errh, like that. The others seem to be very determined, though, and well, I am a boy...."
Ted laughed hard. "And honest, too. You might not want to be quite so blunt with all the fathers, Harry."
Harry sighed and shrugged. "I can't really be any other way. I mean, you all know they signed contracts. I'm not going to give the gory details, but you have to know. You're all fathers, after all."
Ted thought about it for a minute and then nodded. "Drink, Harry?" "I don't drink alcohol but I could murder a Coca Cola if you have one, sir."
"Ted, Harry. Good you don't drink, but I don't see that lasting." Harry nodded and Ted laughed again.
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On the morning of the third Harry woke with Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio mounted cowgirl style. He raised a brow and shrank himself. Mary Elizabeth pouted. "Come on, Harry, you thought she was hot in Robin Hood Prince of Thieves! You shagged Emma bowlegged after we watched it."
Harry rolled his eyes. "What have I told you, Nym? If I want her I'll go get her. If it's you around my cock, I want all of you."
Nym poked her tongue out at him but smiled and changed. Harry filled her completely as a reward and she leant forward and sighed. She wriggled slightly and then pushed herself up. "This is fine for the first one, but you need to go normal and shag me next. I want a good pounding."
Harry concentrated and moved some bumps and ridges around. "Not too demanding this morning, are we?"
"No, mmm, so nice, we are not."
Harry stopped talking and Nym wriggled and shuddered her way to a very nice climax. Then she got flipped over and shagged by what felt like a small horse. It tested her morphing skills. She loved it.
Hermione watched in amazement for a while then leant in and did her finger and thumb trick just as Harry released in Nym. Nym's world faded to black for a moment or two; she recovered in Harry and Hermione's embrace and the three of them snuggled back in. Tracey Davis sucked Harry awake at nine. They just made it to the Ministry on time.
Harry, wearing an obscuring charm, sat down in Courtroom Nine and watched as Sirius was brought out, put under Veritaserum, and questioned by Madam Bones. She was direct and wasted no time. After quickly reviewing the facts she asked him, "Are you a Death Eater?"
"No."
"Are you now or were you ever in the service of Thomas Marvolo Riddle, the half-blood wizard known as Lord Voldemort?"
The panel of the Wizengamot gasped. They forgot to be afraid with this bombshell bursting amongst them. You could barely hear Sirius answer, "No."
"Were you the Potter's Secret Keeper?" "No, Peter was." "Peter who?" "Peter Pettigrew."
"So you did not betray the Potters' secret?" "Couldn't--wouldn't, anyway." "Did you kill Peter Pettigrew?" "No. Rat cut off his finger. Blew up the street, killed those Muggles, and ran away down the sewer.
I never got a curse off."
"Rat?"
"Peter is a rat Animagus. We called him Wormtail."
"We?"
"Marauders. James, Remus, and me. Well, Peter too, but not any more. Peter is a traitor. Just James, Remus, and me now."
Amelia paused. "You do know James Potter is dead?"
Sirius nodded and broke down crying.
Amelia frowned. "Give him the antidote. I would submit to the Wizengamot that we have held an innocent man for eleven years. As the head of the DMLE I am dropping all charges related to this matter except those pertaining to determining the source of this miscarriage of justice and determining the appropriate level of compensation for Lord Black."
Harry wanted to cheer but stayed quiet and watched Remus help Sirius out. Madam Bones watched them go and called the next case. "Prisoner number 1992437."
Two Aurors dragged in another hooded prisoner and thrust him into the chair in the dock. The chains on the chair snaked up and secured him rather than remaining quiescent as they had with Sirius. Madam Bones nodded and the hood was snatched off. Harry rolled his eyes as the Wizengamot gasped when Peter Pettigrew was revealed. Amelia nodded again and Pettigrew's head was jerked back and the Veritaserum administered. The next forty-five minutes of questioning revealed that Peter had betrayed the Potters and framed Sirius. It also revealed several low-level Death Eaters who Peter confirmed were in fact not under the Imperius. Several of them had never been picked up, and the ones that had had used the Imperius excuse.
Madam Bones smiled viciously and a large Auror left with the list of names. Several arrests were made in the next few hours. This would lead to more and more arrests as the Death Eater house of cards was unraveled over the next few years by a very determined Hufflepuff. Amelia had always wanted a hobby. Harry would both celebrate and curse her dedication later in his life.
Peter was sentenced to life in Azkaban and was there before Harry made it to Millie's house at two. H
The fifth of January found Harry waking to a very pale face with very dark hair bobbing up and down over him. He smiled. It was nice that the girls had worked out this schedule of whoever was being visited waking him. Daphne came up out of the trunk and joined Pansy.
Later, in the library, James fretted. "So what makes us sure the Greengrasses and Parkinsons are going to go with this? Aidan wasn't exactly a pillar of light in school."
Lily rolled her eyes. "He wasn't Dark either, James. Charlotte was like him, fairly neutral, and they were both totally oriented on their families. Daphne has already expressed her disdain for the boys in her house and year, as have Tracey and Millicent. Pansy was glad to be out of the fray once Harry took care of Draco."
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Andromeda nodded. "The Parkinsons will join us now, with Draco out of the running. Harry is in fact one of the most desirable matches remaining. Even if she's not his first wife, or even a wife. Depending on what happens with Lucius, Peter might seek a permanent arrangement with Harry or let Pansy maintain Draco as cover. Aidan will be isolated if he doesn't come over to us. He won't do that and neither will Charlotte. Neither will they go over to the Dark. Riddle has already proved that he's not exactly family-friendly."
James sighed. "So we essentially boxed Aidan in. I don't like this."
Harry spoke up from his position in the stacks; the adults hadn't seen him enter. "I don't either. I'll tell Aidan the truth, as his daughter hopefully has. He, Charlotte, and Daphne will decide what they want to do. I already know Daphne's vote."
As the other adults gasped and jumped, Lily laughed. Daphne had walked up behind Harry leading Pansy on a leash and draped an arm around his waist. "Obviously, Harry. Daphne, take Pansy off that leash."
Pansy pouted and Lily rolled her eyes. "Not in public, dear."
Clarissa Bulstrode nodded. "That's right, Pansy, you know we have to maintain an image."
Pansy whined, "We're in Harry's castle. It's not like anyone can see us."
Hermione came in. "Pansy! What did I tell you?"
Pansy immediately took the leash from her collar and put it in an inside pocket of her robes, along with the collar. Daphne glared at her. "Sorry, Hermione, she never said."
Hermione nodded. "In the trunks is fine. Not out here, though, Daphne. Pansy, this isn't going to be a problem at school, is it?"
"No, Hermione, as long as we can use the trunks."
Harry handed Hermione into a seat and sat next to her. The adults took up the conversation again. Harry barely paid attention. He knew they were talking out their fears and nervousness.
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At precisely two, Harry and Hermione stepped gracefully out of the Floo and found Peter and Louisa Parkinson waiting for them. Harry bowed. "Lord and Lady Parkinson. Thank you for receiving us."
Peter replied, "Lord Potter, Lady Potter." He stopped for a moment. "This is damned odd." He laughed ruefully.
Harry nodded. "Yes, isn't it? I hadn't really thought of doing this ever, much less at eleven. Events, it seems, took their own course."
Louisa nodded. "As they are wont to do. Please come in. Pansy has told us a lot about you, but I fear it's all slanted toward making you out to be the best thing ever. Well, since Draco had his unfortunate accident." She looked very directly at Harry.
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Hermione snorted. "We know that you know, Lady Parkinson. We've felt the weight of your discussions with Pansy."
Peter blushed slightly as they led Harry and Hermione into the sitting room of a very fine home. "Yes, well, sorry about that. We could have been more subtle, I suppose, but you're a complete unknown and you've DONE quite a bit of damage to the pure-bloods."
Harry shrugged. "They should have kept their hands and other bits to themselves."
Louisa blinked. "An admission so early? Even for a Gryffindor that's bold."
Harry smirked. "Let's get it out of the way early. I understand Pansy has told you she has a plan. You've remained neutral so far. I expect you to at least maintain that neutrality. I myself have no intention of declaring for the light or the dark. I will fight to protect those I care about, and I hate a bully. Riddle appears to me to be a bully. Unfortunately for him that will force me to take action eventually, but if he leaves me alone...."
Peter goggled. "Brave talk for a child. Lord Voldemort is immensely powerful and steeped in Dark magic."
"And less than a ghost right now. Either I or Neville Longbottom disincorporated him when we were a little over a year old. Dumbledore is sharpening Longbottom--" Harry paused to allow the Parkinsons to recover from their laughter-- "and I've been consciously practicing magic since the age of seven. Since I started school I've been practicing hard."
Louisa nodded. "Yes, we had been told that. You'll pardon us if we request a demonstration?"
Harry smiled. "At your leisure, Lord Parkinson."
Peter laughed. "Louisa is ready now." He stood and raised his wife. Harry automatically raised Hermione. Peter continued as he led them to a dueling room. "Louisa still competes. European champion last year, fifth year running."
Harry groaned. Louisa's peal of laughter filled the hall.
She wasn't laughing ten minutes later as Harry held a nearly opaque shield with his left hand and cast some kind of unknown magic with his right after she had quickly disarmed him.
Peter blinked in shock. The magic Harry was casting was raw and unfocused but stunningly powerful. He made to rise and found himself glued to his seat. "For your safety, my lord. Harry gets a little indiscriminate when pressed."
Peter turned his head and looked at the witch sitting next to him. "I will take exception if he hurts Louisa badly."
Hermione, watching the duel, replied, "Oh, he won't," out of the side of her mouth.
Peter turned to watch and flinched as a spear of magic blasted Louisa's shield to shreds and pinned her to the wall behind her. Whatever had stuck him down was lifted and he ran to Louisa as the silver magic finished playing over her body. She laughed ruefully.
Harry summoned his wand silently and it disappeared into his sleeve. He waved and Louisa lowered to the ground. She charged him, bright-eyed. "You have to teach me that!"
Harry smiled. "I'll try. Most of the girls have picked up quite a bit of it." Louisa rounded on Hermione. "You can do that too?"
Hermione nodded, smiling. "Harry is a very good teacher. If you can let go of your dependence on a wand and remember how your 'accidental' magic felt, he can show you how to control it."
Louisa nodded. "You could win the Dueling Championship very easily, Harry."
Harry nodded. "For a few years, then someone would figure it out. Madam Bones and Remus Lupin give me a very hard time now. I want to keep that ability hidden, though. I think it will help against people I need to take out. It always has."
Peter blinked. "And just who might you need to 'take out', Harry?"
Harry shrugged. "Draco found out how to get elected. So did the others I've stopped from hurting the girls or the other kids at school. I won't tolerate anyone messing with the girls, and I hate bullies."
Peter frowned. "I've read the reports and been in on a few discussions. They universally don't remember what happened."
"Neither will you if tonight goes badly." Peter looked into a deadly serious pair of burning green eyes.
Louisa laughed at Peter's pale face. "So you Obliviated them, Harry?" "Yes. I didn't know that's what it was called, but I adjusted their memories, Lady Parkinson."
"Louisa, Harry. Wandlessly and silently too, no doubt? And we tried to threaten you. My my, weren't we overconfident."
Harry shrugged. "I'm going with concerned for your daughter. After all, I did disrupt what had to be a carefully laid plan."
Louisa smiled and took the offered arm, gently steering Harry back to the sitting room. A stunned Peter offered Hermione his arm and they followed. Louisa rolled her eyes. "Yes you did, you little monster! You can't imagine what we had to put up with from Lucius Malfoy to get that plan in place. Now you'll have to repay us by taking care of Pansy."
Harry smiled. "I'd do that anyway."
Louisa looked at him. "You really would, wouldn't you? No matter who she was, if she asked for help you'd give it."
Harry blushed. Peter looked at Hermione. "This isn't a dream, is it, Lady Potter?"
Hermione shook her head. "Hermione, Lord Parkinson, and no, it's not. He has a helping-people thing. Unless you try to hurt him, one of us, or someone else, he will happily help anyone."
"Peter, Hermione. What an odd boy."
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Very nice, though."
Peter could only nod and chuckle. Pansy was waiting for them in the sitting room and the afternoon passed pleasantly enough. Harry and Hermione stepped through the Floo to the Greengrass estate precisely at four. Louisa turned to Pansy.
"So what have you and the other pure-blood witches cooked up behind your mistress's back?" Pansy looked at her mother with wide, innocent eyes. Peter snorted. "Don't even try it."
Pansy dropped her innocent act. "Nothing too heinous. She let us have those open-ended contracts, though, so most of us will find a cover wizard and have little Potters every chance we get. Fortunately Draco is now easy to control. I'll find him a wizard to play with and everything will be fine."
Louisa huffed. "It will not be. Lucius is steeped in Dark magic and has no spare. He'll already know Draco is infertile. House Potter will be required to give him an heir he can blood-adopt. Harry is going to have to spend significant time with Narcissa. She won't tolerate Hermione or the group of you."
Pansy nodded. "Hermione thought of that. There's a Muggle method--artificial insemination, they call it. Harry doesn't have to touch Narcissa."
Peter looked skeptical and Louisa laughed outright. "Narcissa Malfoy will not accept some Muggle touching her. Not only that, but she probably hasn't had sex since nine months before Draco was born. Lucius was already into the Dark arts in school and spent way too much time with wizards. If Draco wasn't such a little ponce I would doubt he was a Malfoy. Narcissa will want a shagging, or several hundred."
Pansy shrugged. "I don't think she can make Harry do it."
Peter grimaced. "The Wizengamot can. A finding for the Malfoys will be a binding magical contract."
Pansy worried her lower lip nervously. Louisa looked thoughtful. "Although with Lord Black freed and Harry's godfather, Lucius and Narcissa may have bigger fish to fry for a while. Sirius hates Lucius, and as Lord Black can really hurt him by dissolving that marriage. I'm fairly certain the Blacks would have put several clauses in that contract that Lord Black could use to his advantage."
Peter nodded. "A letter to Lord Black, then."
Pansy told them, "Remus Lupin took him away after his court case. Harry hasn't even seen him yet. He looked awful."
Peter nodded. "Eleven years in Azkaban; it will be a wonder if he's sane." Louisa laughed. "Yes, especially considering he wasn't to start with." H
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Harry and Hermione spun to a stop and stepped out of the grate to face a stormy-looking Aidan Greengrass, who opened a duel with no preliminaries. Harry had him down in seconds. Daphne and Charlotte blinked and Charlotte dropped a curtsy. "Good evening, Lord Potter, welcome to our home. Please forgive Lord Greengrass. He has apparently lost his mind."
Harry and Hermione blinked as Daphne laughed. Harry Ennervated Aidan and was forced to shield and then stun him again. He raised a brow at Charlotte, who shrugged. "You're doing fine, Harry. Just keep going."
Harry rubbed his hand through his hair and looked at Aidan. Charlotte looked at Hermione. "Lady Potter, perhaps we could talk while the boys play?"
Hermione nodded and was led away. Harry Ennervated Aidan again and this time tried to talk to him as they dueled. "It's customary to warn a wizard, sir."
"Bah! Shouldn't be having sex with my daughter!" "I agree. Perhaps you can talk to her about it?"
Aidan paused a moment and Harry lowered his wand. Aidan snapped off a silent Stunner and woke up again a moment later.
The ladies went into a sitting room. Charlotte waved at the wall and an image of the entry hall appeared on it. They watched and talked as the duel proceeded. "You'll have to forgive Aidan, Lady Potter. He's more than a little wrought up over Daphne having sex with your lord."
"Hermione, Lady Greengrass. I understand, but he isn't going to get anywhere. Left alone, Harry would happily never touch anyone."
Daphne huffed. "I told you, Mother!"
Charlotte looked at her daughter. "Charlotte, Hermione. Why on earth are you all doing this, then? Especially you, Hermione. It's horribly dangerous. What if he decides he likes one of them more than you?"
Hermione nodded. "Believe me, I worry about it. He's rather fixated on me, though, and you can't imagine how school is. He did make me the matriarch, too. The unattached witches are preyed upon by the upper years. Harry stopped that, at least at the individual wizard level. Now he trains all the witches that come to him and we help train each other but, well, magic being magic, they have to be claimed. Harry won't hurt them; they know it, so...."
Charlotte nodded. "We've warned the Board but they listen to Dumbledore, who doesn't seem to care, or Malfoy, who seems to think witches are only good for one thing." Hermione nodded and Charlotte continued. "So what are you going to do with them all when they decide they want to stay with Harry?"
Hermione smiled. "They think I don't know, but most of them do now. Half of them are finding cover wizards that are gay so they can marry them. The others are just hanging around. I don't mind. Harry wants a big family." Hermione very obviously folded her hands together so that the Potter Matriarch ring was prominently displayed. Everyone in the room knew she and Harry had to agree she would take it off.
Daphne was doing her best koi. Charlotte looked at her daughter and laughed out loud.
An hour later a sweating Harry and a beaming, exhausted Aidan came into the sitting room. Harry had finally figured it out and let a Stunner from Aidan slip his guard. Aidan crowed to a still pouting Daphne, "There, I've defended your honor."
"Fine, Daddy!" "What is it, pumpkin?"
Charlotte cut in. "All her scheming was for naught. Hermione is happy for her to have as many Potter brats as she has the stretch-mark cure for."
Harry was appalled. "Huh-uh!" Charlotte raised a brow and Hermione sighed. "Oops?"
Aidan watched in glee over the next hour as Harry adamantly refused, Hermione explained exasperatedly, Daphne pouted, and Charlotte chuckled.
The argument ended up in the library of Potter Castle, where all the parents joined in. A great time was had by all, ending with Harry and Hermione alone in her bedroom at her parents' house, where even Harry had a great time, eventually.