6. Old Allies have their purpose after all.
I woke up with Luna's boob in my hand again. Meh, after yesterday's snogging, I might as well keep my hand on it. Curious, I explored her tit, it was already more than a handful, and going on her moans quite sensitive, especially her nipple. Hey! That nipple is getting hard! Luna must love it because she's pressing her back against my body.
She moaned, "Don't you dare to stop, Potter! You started it, you have to finish it. Do the other one."
I slid my other arm around her and used both hands on her boobs, giving her nipples a good work-out. Luna was not the only one heating up, my Dong was pressed against her bum and was dry humping her ass. I felt it when Luna reached her top, mainly because her hand found its way into my boxers and gave me one too.
Luna sighed, "This was not exactly like I imagined it, but I loved it, Harry. Thank you."
I chuckled, "I should be thanking you, Luna. Let's hit the showers, I am sticky."
Xxxxx
Clean and dry, Luna asked, "How are we going to know if there are others like us? Maybe we are the only ones here."
I shook my head, "I would not count on it, Luna. If there are two, it is very likely that there are more like us. My Old Guy died in 2025. When did yours die?"
Luna searched her memory, "She died in 2017. Why do you ask?"
I explained, "It depends on how old this World is. It is 93 now. The first book came out in 97, but if Dumbledore is one, when did he get those memories? A hundred years ago? When he got the prophecy? Does he know the story? How far did ROB go back in creating this world? I suppose ROB had a hand in it, who else could?"
Luna thought for a bit, "Then maybe Dumbledore and Voldemort are the bosses we have to beat, and we have to search for the players among the students," concluded Luna.
I looked at her strangely, "You think this is a game? No way! I tried everything, from calling my character sheet to my Inventory, even my System. No game here, love."
Luna shook her head, "That was a matter of speech, Hun. This might be the setup of how the story of this World has to develop. Maybe the Ministry Six are ones, or the DA? Katie was in the DA, wasn't she?"
"I'll ask Katie and Hermione today." I decided, then I thought of something, "Dumbledore can't be one, or it is one rotten bastard. The way he ruined my life is too messed up. If he has one, then he is a complete psychopath. So is Voldemort, if he knew the story, then he would have taken a different route."
Luna shuddered, "If this is Hell, it could be, Harry. Although mine did not deserve Hell, did yours?"
I shook my head, "Nope, he was a boring retired construction worker; there was nothing special about him besides his grumpiness. Like I said, I'll ask Katie and Hermione. I hope MoRon isn't one."
Luna giggled, "He could be, he is eating for two. Check the Map, Hun, it is almost time for breakfast."
Xxxxx
When the owls arrived with the Daily Bullshit, the Great Hall buzzed from the comments. Patiently, I waited until Hermione read her paper. I scolded her yesterday for it, so I couldn't rip the paper out of her hands, but I could see that I was the main topic.
Finally, Hermione turned a page and said, "There was an emergency sitting of the Wizengamot yesterday. A group banded together and called Dumbledore out for the way he has been treating you. The accusation of revenge against House Potter from the Quibbler was the last drop, so to speak. Dumbledore lost his Chief Warlock position and his Mugwump position at the ICW, too."
She looked at me, "They could not fire him from Hogwarts, only the board of Governors can. They stripped his Guardianship over you from him, too. Lord Greengrass is your Guardian now."
Crap! The Ice Princess is going to be my sister? When can I file for emancipation? I played it cool, "At least it isn't Malfoy. I wouldn't know how to act like a spoiled brat."
Hermione gasped, "They discussed Sirius Black! According to Harry Potter's letter… You wrote to the Wizengamot?"
I corrected her, "I wrote to the former Potter Alliance members and asked for asylum from my Magic Guardian. They came through for me. Now I owe them a favor."
Hermione speed read, "Madam Bones, the head of the DMLE, investigated Black's case. He was sent to Azkaban without a Trial or Conviction! They can't even arrest him now for escaping from Azkaban. The Dementors will be removed from Hogwarts today, under Dumbledore's and Fudge's Protests? Why would they protest for that?"
I shrugged, "Probably about some pureblood nonsense. Who would cash in if Black dies? Who would gain from it?"
MoRon opened his mouth and sprayed his food, "Malfoy! His Mum is a Black."
I pushed my plate away, "Bloody Hell, MoRon! You just spat your food all over my plate! Can't you be more disgusting? I could wait until you swallowed, you know!"
"Stop calling me MoRon! Harry! The other guys are starting to do the same," he complained.
I shrugged, "You have been calling Luna 'Loony' for years, MoRon, why are you whining about your nickname after a measly day? I bet you are still calling her that, Loony, as in slightly crazy. So, MoRon, as in talking without thinking. Don't insult others if you don't like to be insulted, MoRon, it is called having manners. So is eating with your mouth closed."
Hmm, maybe I am channeling that Old Guy's opinion more than I thought. I have to be careful about what I say and do.
Hermione said, "Oh, Harry! Dumbledore has a restraining order against you. He is forbidden to talk to you or be alone with you in a room."
I grinned, "That is why he is not at breakfast, he is getting Howlers, or he is covering his ass to keep his last job."
Hermione elbowed me and scolded, "Mind your language, Harry, if you criticize Ron for having bad manners, then you have to do it yourself."
I protested, "Hey! Check your dictionary, Missy spell-check. Ass is a proper word maybe the context was wrong, but it is in the books, Hermione."
She huffed, "It is still wrong, Harry. The paper says that they will come to question you about your home situation."
I grinned, "Dumbledore should be more worried about my school situation, don't you think?"
Hermione nodded. "You're right, these last two years weren't normal at all."
At that moment, the doors to the Great Hall slammed open. A woman with a monocle and a set of Aurors came in, followed by a couple, the Greengrasses, due to the resemblance of the woman to Daphne. They went to the Slytherin table while the Monocle visited the Puff table. The Aurors were looking at our table, and finally got their eyes on me.
One of them approached me, "Heir Potter, can you come with us to give a statement?"
Hmm, I have to milk this out. "Certainly, Aurors. But is it possible for me to show you something? You might find that it is connected to this case."
"You have to convince Madam Bones for that, Heir Potter. But I think that would not be a problem," was his answer.
I stood up and whispered in Hermione's ear, "Don't worry, Honey, these are the good guys. It won't be long. Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban will have a different ending."
The look in Hermione's eyes and her gasp tell me she is one. 75% certain she is one. The Auror led me to Madam Bones and said, "Madam Bones, Heir Potter wants to show you something first. He told me it is related to his case."
Lord Greengrass came over, "Good morning, Heir Potter. We answered your plea for asylum and took it before the Wizengamot. I am Lord Greengrass and am appointed as your Guardian from now on. We need you to come with us to be examined at St Mungo's. Then we need to pay a visit to Gringotts."
I made a small bow. "Thank you for your fast response, Lord Greengrass. I am in your debt. But first, I have to show you something important."
Madam Bones spoke up, "Lead the way, Heir Potter, you made us curious."
Xxxxx
They did not expect to be shown a girl's bathroom, as shown by the look on their faces. I showed the sink, "This is the entrance to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. Can you search that tap for monitoring spells?"
That was something I picked up from fan fiction: no spells means a moderately nice Dumbledore, a lot of them means he's an Evil one. The Auror cast the spell, "Listening Charm, identification charm, a Notice Me Not, and an alert charm." He reported, "I'll remove them."
I looked at the snake motif on the tap, §Open!§ Slowly, the sink retracted and the passageway opened. §Stairs… Steps... Staircase!§ the slide turned into a spiral staircase. §Light!§ Those were all the things I did not think of a few months back. I stepped aside and let the grown-ups lead the way. I did that, with Lockhart, we shoved him down first.
Four Aurors, Madam Bones, the Greengrass couple, and I went downstairs, §Close!§ I said when I was down. Dumbledore can stay up there. The cave-in was cleared in a minute. The snake skin made them speechless. Finally, we reached the bronze door. §Open for your Lord!§ Meh, I had to try and see if it sticks.
Slowly, the door opened, "Ladies and Lords, behold the Chamber of Secrets!" I announced when I walked inside.
Basi was still in pristine condition, the head Auror pointed at a set of stones, "Those are… Stasis Wardstones. Someone put this basilisk in stasis."
I raised my wand, I have to act fast, or Dumbledore stakes a claim, "I, Harry James Potter, claim the carcass of this basilisk by killing it single-handed to save the students of Hogwarts, So Mote it Be!"
Hah! It worked! Going on the glow, the claim was accepted by Magic! I turned to Lord Greengrass. "I did not put these wards around that basilisk," I said. "The only one who could find this room is Dumbledore; his phoenix was here during that fight."
The head Auror swore, "Dear old Merlin! You killed this monster alone? HOW? I don't see any wounds."
"I stabbed Griffindor's sword in his brain through its mouth. I got hurt by a fang, right through my arm. I was lucky, Fawkes, the phoenix, dropped some tears into the wound."
I looked at Lord Greengrass and asked, "Can someone get this basilisk out of here before Dumbledore steals it? By the look of those stasis Wardstones, he got his own plans for that snake."
Madam Bones smiled Evilly, "That will be no problem, Heir Potter. We developed wards to keep phoenixes out of a room just for that particular phoenix. Dumbledore has a habit of barging in unannounced as if he owns the place. Robarts! Proudfoot! Anti-Phoenix, anti-Apparate, and anti-House-Elf for the whole room, including the tunnel. Make it last for at least two weeks. You know the drill."
Madam Bones said to Lord Greengrass, "You have two weeks to arrange transport for that snake." She turned to me, "Heir Potter, can you explain why you killed this Basilisk? By its size it must be a thousand years. It could have been Slytherin's pet. Why did you disturb it?"
I was happy to answer that, "A shade of Tom Marvolo Riddle possessed Ginny Weasley and took her here last May. We, Ron Weasley and I, went after him with Lockhart. At the snake skin, Lockhart surprised us and tried to Obliviate Ron with Ron's broken wand. That wand malfunctioned and backfired. It made the tunnel cave in. I was the only one on this side and went in alone."
I shrugged, "I killed it with a lot, a very lot of a lot of luck. I almost died."
Lady Greengrass said, "Tom Marvolo Riddle? Never heard of him. How did he possess that girl?"
Now I have to play stupid; I can't say 'Horcrux,' I have to make something up. "He used a diary. Malfoy put that Diary in Ginny's schoolbooks when they were shopping in Diagon Alley, last year."
I held my hand up to stop their questions, "Ginny started to write in that diary and slowly that diary took control of her. Under the control of that Diary, Ginny released that Basilisk in school. Luckily, the victims saw the gaze in a reflection and only got petrified instead of killed."
I shook my head, "Collin Creevy was first to be petrified in November, and had to wait until May, for they were willing to brew the potion to wake him up. Other students got petrified too, all Muggleborns or Halfbloods."
I looked at Lady Greengrass. "Maybe you know Tom Marvolo Riddle by his nickname," I said. "He used to call himself 'I am Lord Voldemort'. It's a silly anagram of his name."
"WHAT?" came from all sides. Madam Bones asked, "How is that possible? How can a Diary possess a girl like that?"
I shrugged, "Voldemort did it with Quirrell two years back, I still have nightmares from killing him."
"WHAT?" I protested, "Hey! It was in self-defense! He tried to kill me first!"
Madam Bones came back to her senses, "This is getting us nowhere, let's do what we meant to do. St. Mungo's first, then Gringotts, followed by a long talk in the DMLE. Cyrus, call an emergency meeting with the Board of Governors tomorrow. It is time we discuss this madhouse."
Xxxxx
On the way out, I activated the map and looked at Hagrid's hut. There is our missing rat! I might as well take him with me. Outside the castle, I said, "I have an important issue. Can someone follow me, please? Only one, or we'll spook him off."
Robarts and I went into Hagrid's hut, I located the jar Scabbers was hiding in and grabbed him by the neck, "Here you are, Scabbers. Look here, I brought someone with me. Mr. Robarts, can you cast the animagus detection spell, please?"
Tadaa! One animagus exposed! Robarts acted quickly and stunned the rat. He asked, "How did you know he was here?"
I showed the map, "This is something my Father made with his friends, it shows everyone on the map. I did not dare to get closer; the Dementors are attracted to me, and the hut was too close to them. I am keeping the Map, though, it is an heirloom."
Robarts conjured a rat cage and put Peter in it. An unbreakable spell made escape impossible. Robarts showed the rat to Bones, "An animagus, Madam Bones. Peter Pettigrew, you can see he is missing a toe. Heir Potter found him in Hagrid's hut."
Too much at once, you say? Nah, now that those Dementors are gone, Peter would know the jig is up and will do a runner to Albania. I could not afford to leave him here. I had to show the map and explain that I had only received it the day before yesterday.
"Enough!" said Madam Bones, "Robarts, take that rat to your office and keep it there out of sight. Heir Potter, come with us outside the gate and we'll apparate to St Mungo's. We had enough surprises today."
Xxxxx
By now, I must have gotten every trope from Fan Fiction. I had it all. Core bound, blood tracker, mind numbing potions, loyalty potions, malnourished, stunted growth, no inoculations, mail ward, house elf ward, you name it, I got it. They freaked out when they examined my scar.
Lord Greengrass swore, "Dumbledore must be a madman, this boy is a walking disaster! I don't understand why he didn't become an obscurus. Healer Fenwick, do all you can. Make an official record of all the issues for me and the DMLE, so we can take them to court with the evidence. Make a copy for Gringotts, too."
Healer Fenwick said, "I will let the wards and the scar be. It's best that the cursebreakers from Gringotts remove them. Especially the Mail Ward, they don't like it when their Mail doesn't reach their destination."
"That is a good suggestion," Said Lord Greengrass, "That will be our next stop."
Xxxxx
I left St Mungo's as a new and improved boy. My Magic felt better. I hate Dumbledore even more. I got my inoculations, both Muggle and Wizarding ones, and have a potion regimen for a month to correct the damage from the Dursleys.
Madam Bones told Lord Greengrass, "Come with the boy to my office when you are done in Gringotts."
Lord Greengrass nodded, "That can take a while, Amelia. Merlin knows what we are about to find out."
Get this, my account manager is called Blooddagger! As in Blooddagger from that Old Guy's Fan Fiction! Is this a joke from ROB?
Lord Greengrass presented my health report from St Mungo's. "As you can see, Dumbledore is acting on an unannounced Blood Feud against House Potter. He broke several core laws by doing that; some of those Laws he broke are from Gringotts. Healer Fenwick let three issues for Gringotts to solve, stating it was a job for a curse breaker."
Blooddagger read the report, "I have been complaining about Dumbledore from the moment Heir Potter turned seven and had to be introduced to Gringotts and its inner structure. They always brushed me off."
He looked at Greengrass, "Too much power in one man is never a good idea. Britain was blindly devoted to that man. But let's focus on Heir Potter, I already called for a Curse breaker, our best."
Hmm? If it is that Granny then I am fucked! That means I am in that Old Guy's Hell! Crap! There she is! "Why are you calling me here for, brat?" was her opening line.
Blooddagger swallowed, "Heir Potter needs your skills, Granny."
Granny looked at me, "So, you finally showed up, Boy?"
I frowned, "I have been here before, Granny, ask Griphook. He took me to a vault with Hagrid on my eleventh birthday. And I have been here last year with the Weasleys to get gold out of my Vault."
Blooddagger cursed, "Neither time was reported to me! I left specific instructions to the tellers and runners to bring you here when you enter the bank. Who was the Goblin last year?"
I shrugged. "He didn't give his name."
Blooddagger pointed at me, "Granny, he has a mail block and a House elf block, and you have to take a look at his scar. Here is his St Mungo's report."
Granny took her dagger out and started waving around me, "I'll read it later, I can make up my own conclusions… Boy? Why in the Great Niffler's name do you have a Soul sliver in that scar?"
"Niffler? Those are those gold-digging gophers, aren't they?" I asked.
That bitch caned me! "Don't mock our religion, Boy! We started wars over that! And you did not answer my question."
I bit back, "How would I know? I have had that scar for as long as I can remember. And stop hitting me!"
"I am taking the boy with me, brat. You handle his finances with Greengrass," were Granny's words while she dragged me out of the room.
Xxxxx
I left Gringotts as a new and improved… no, a richer boy! I connected with my elves, they told me I have a huge Manor and some properties on the continent! Lord Greengrass used the broken treaties to recuperate most of what Dumbledore stole from me, even some of it that he nicked from my Dad.
Removing that Horcrux hurt like a bitch I can tell you.
As a Potter, my name means something to them. As one of the Houses that negotiated the founding of the Bank, Dumbledore is going to experience what happens when he is caught trying to rob me.
At the DMLE, we extracted a lot of Memories for them to review. I had no trouble giving the worst ones, going back to three or four years old. Enough to get Petunia and Vernon a one-way trip to Hell.
I returned at dinner time with Robarts and his team. I went to my spot while Robarts faced the Teachers' table. He looked them one by one in the eyes, "After dinner, all of Hogwarts' professors have to present themselves at St Mungo's for an examination. Failing to do so, St Mungo's will declare you unfit to teach and you will be removed from Hogwarts."
Robarts turned to McGonagall, "That includes the Headmaster, McGonagall. I'll be taking Pomfrey with me. A replacement will arrive shortly. My team will remain here to supervise and maintain order."
He turned and walked to the hospital wing.
Hermione asked me, "What was that all about, Harry?"
I answered out loud, "The healers at St Mungo's were not happy with Pomfrey and Dumbledore for letting petrified people stay petrified that way for months, Hermione. They should have been cured within a week or less. Pomfrey is in deep trouble. So is Dumbledore. The healers suspect that the professors are being drugged; they are facing charges if they are not drugged."
Everyone was listening to me, "What happened last year was unforgivable. Allowing a Basilisk to roam the castle without alerting the Authorities is breaking the laws. It is endangering the students."
Hermione frowned, "What about the Minister arresting Hagrid? They knew!"
I shook my head, "Neither the DMLE nor the Wizengamot knew. It was a single action of Fudge, probably sponsored by Malfoy senior."
Xxxxx
Hermione dragged me into a broom closet. I wanted to make a joke about it, but the wand at my throat prevented it. "What do you know about the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry?"
I poked my wand to her belly, my phoenix wand, you pervs. "The next one is called the Goblet of Fire, Hermione. Can you name the one after that?"
Hermione studied my face and answered, "You and The Order of The Phoenix, Harry."
I lowered my wand and pushed her wand away from my throat, "Welcome to the club, Honey. Since when did you get that extra set of memories?"
Hermione sighed while she stored her wand away, "When I woke up from being petrified, a few months back. I did not know what to do. Mum and Dad would declare me crazy or pull me out of school. Dumbledore would Obliviate me or worse. I planned to learn as much Magic as possible and catch that rat after Easter. Then I would try to get Sirius free. And you?"
I shrugged, "When I woke up in the Hospital wing last weekend. I managed to clear most of the obstacles. Only the Horcruxes and Dumbledore are left. Nice acting, by the way. Did you get an actress?"
Hermione giggled, "She was a member of the Shakespeare Society, an amateur, though. And you?"
I shrugged, "An old retired construction worker, he wrote a lot of fan fiction stories about us, you know. They paired you a lot with Draco and Snape."
Hermione glared at me, "She read those too, Harry. I bet you loved those Harem stories the most."
I hugged her closer and whispered in her ear, "I did. You were in there a lot of times, too, Hermione. I bet you enjoyed those stories, too. A lot of times, you were the Mistress, ordering the other girls around."
Hermione bit her lower lip; her teeth were not fixed yet. "I can not deny being academically curious, Harry. I read girls my age want to experiment all kinds of stuff."
I nodded, "You want to try some of the stuff from those memories. Was she a kinky one? Shakespeare was a horny one I heard. How old was she when she died?"
Hermione leaned into me and sighed, "She was in her forties, she died in a car accident in 22. And yours?"
I answered, "He died from old age. Luna's from Leukemia in her twenties."
Hermione gasped, "Luna too? Do you know someone else?"
I shook my head, "I suspect Katie Bell. She behaved out of character last weekend. I'm not sure about the rest. So, have you been avoiding eye contact with Snape and Dumbledore?"
Hermione nodded, "I have. It was not easy, you know. Is that why you disappeared every night? To avoid Dumbledore? Where did you go? To the RoR?"
I nodded, "Yep, I showed the room to Katie and Luna too. Luna sleeps there, that is how I found out she has a set of memories like me."
Hermione frowned, "You slept with Luna? She is twelve!"
I protested, "She turned thirteen in October, Hermione, and we did not shag at all." I grinned, "She does not oppose a Harem, Hermione. Wink, wink! Isn't that why girls want to be actors? To stage kiss plenty of men?"
Hermione slapped my arm, "It is not… Yeah, she did."
I pulled her closer and whispered, "Do you want to have your first kiss here or in the RoR? Or are you saving yourself for Won-Won?"
Hermione shook her head, "I had to restrain myself for months from killing that little bastard. All that drama for a stupid rat, it drove me up the wall. I'll have my first kiss in the RoR, Harry. I don't know yet if it is with you."
I shrugged, "Fair enough, Luna got my first kiss. It was that woman's first kiss, too. Do you have memories from that woman, shagging? It must be, she was an actress."
Slowly, Hermione nodded, while blushing furiously, "She experimented a lot when she was young." Then she smiled evilly, "She had a reverse Harem, Harry. She had three men wrapped around her finger. I am curious, how was Katie behaving out of the norm?"
I told her, "Last Sunday, the Griffindor Foxes gave me a hand job. No, Alicia was on the lookout. Angelina told me it was a one-time deal and to keep my hands to myself. Katie said she did not mind my hands at all. So I gave her a hand job, while Angeline gave one to me."
I grinned, "Katie and I finished it in the RoR with a blow job. Parseltongue rocks, by the way."
Hermione gasped, "You went down on Katie? Men did not like to do that from that woman's memory."
I pecked her cheek, "Live and learn, Honey. We better leave or they will think we shagged in here."
7 All the Tropes.
We opened the closet door and faced a grinning Quidditch team. Katie pointed at Hermione, "See? I told you she is going to claim him. Pay up, Gred and Feorge!"
"Not so fast, Bell!" protested Gred, "where is the evidence? Their clothes are still in order, they don't have that Well Snogged or Well Shagged look on their faces. They might as well have discussed the weather in that closet! Spill it, Harry! Are you a couple, or did you discuss the weather?"
Hermione cut in, "What is in it for Harry and me for answering that? I am not that comfortable discussing my love life in front of everyone."
Katie made a fist-pump, "I told you there was a love life! Harry! How far did you get?"
I shook my head while I pulled Hermione along by the hand, "Guys, there is no love life yet. The future is not certain yet."
Olly shouted after us, "All the info about the brooms is on your trunk, Harry, so are the order forms to get one once you choose one. The Firebolt should be your first…" That was Fred and George dragging Olly away.
Katie came next to me and took my other hand. When I looked at her, she grinned, "I wanted to feel what it was like, walking hand in hand through the hallways with a boy."
I shrugged, "It feels awesome to me. I almost feel like the Potter from the books, Harry and the angry Dragon…"
Hermione added, "Harry and the Prisoner of Azkaban."
I shook my head, "No, Harry and the Goblet of Fire. Can you come up with a good name, Kate?"
Katie's head snapped to us, studying us both for a moment, then she said, "I can come up with a few titles. For example, after that Goblet of Fire, a Harry and the Order of the Phoenix should be a good title, don't you think?"
I nodded and softly said, "We discuss this in the RoR an hour after curfew, with Luna."
Katie swore, "Luna as well? Who else?"
I shrugged, "There could be others, but the four of us are all that I know of."
Xxxxx
It became the gossip of the castle that Potter walked hand in hand with Granger and Bell. Some looked sad. Some, like Ginny, were sobbing while the Twins were paying the winners who guessed the date of our outing. We did our homework. Yes, life goes on; homework still has to be done, even when I skip a whole day.
When we arrived in the RoR, in Luna's bedroom setting, she looked at Katie and Hermione. Then she closed her eyes and enlarged her bed. Hermione tapped her foot. "Nightgowns and a bathroom to change in, Luna."
I stripped out of my clothes. "Meh, I saw all the fun parts from two-thirds of the ladies present, do your bits look different from theirs, Hermione?"
Hermione glared at me, "No, they do not, Harry Potter. I am having my period, are you that curious to see how messy it is?"
I held my hands up, "Nope, not that curious. But I didn't know you had them, Hermione. It is not that we blokes can notice you girls have them, do we? There! There is your bathroom, go ahead."
I got between the sheets and snuggled up with Luna, "I still have a lot to learn about girls, Luna. They are a complicated breed."
Luna giggled, "Like we know what or how boys think, Harry. Boys are complicated for us too."
She whispered, "My periods started today too, Harry."
I whispered back, "Hugs and kisses are still allowed, I hope?"
Luna nodded, "They are, our boobs get more sensitive for a few days, and the cramps can hurt a lot."
I lay on my back and groaned, "My first time with three girls in bed, and they are all grumpy, and the fun parts are off limits."
We heard Katie's voice when she came out of the bathroom. "You better not get used to having three girls in your bed, Potter! I told you I am not into that kind of play."
I shook my head and presented my arguments, "Not so fast, Katie! Think about it, the Holyhead Harpies! An all-female team! What do you think they ask in your job interview? I bet they ask if you are against fun times between females and if you have experience with it."
Luna confirmed it, "Those rumors are true, Katie. Daddy told me so. Half of them only want a broom between their legs."
Hermione stopped the teasing, "Let us talk of what we are going to do. Harry did most of it already. What needs to be done?"
We first talked about my day and why I showed Basi to the DMLE and the Greengrasses, and why I caught the rat.
I explained my motives, "I wrote letters to the old Allies of House Potter and asked for Asylum. The ones I wrote to all have children at school here. And guess who killed a giant, huge, killer gaze, snake to save their babies? All the favors and boons I owed them are paid for in advance; the memory of that fight proved it."
Hermione added, "You said you gave them your memories, so they know Riddle is still on this World."
Katie was curious about something else, "Spill it, Potter, how loaded are you? Six figures? Seven? Eight?"
I sighed, "Dumbledore was screwing Dad a new one, he managed to get us from twenty to eleven millions. Blooddagger managed to close our Vaults, stating that he needs either a Will or a Lord Potter to allow access. He could not prevent Dumbledore from taking every knut from my Trust Vault the day before the Main Vault topped it off. Dumbledore got 25000 Galleons each year that way. You can do the math, twelve years, now you know who is paying for those hideous robes."
I grinned, "Now that it was proved that Dumbledore was on an unannounced Blood Feud with House Potter, we recuperated half of our money back. Blood feuds have strict rules to prevent them from escalating into a civil war. Once announced, it had to be approved by the Wizengamot to determine if the feud was justified. That is to prevent abuse to get the land and properties by killing everyone on it."
I told them, "Lord Greengrass explained it all to me, with these rules, most disputes would be settled with a duel, or a monetary ransom. Now that the Potters negotiated at the founding of Gringotts on their behalf, they took my side and cleaned Dumbledore's Vaults out. It helped that he was old and didn't have children, nor did his brother. I am on seventeen and a half million."
I shuddered, "And get this, I am Sirius's Heir primary. I do hope he gets kids of his own. There are some nasty contracts waiting for them. All those doom stories about the Blacks are mostly true."
I got serious, "I caught Pettigrew because the Dementors were sent back to Azkaban. He would know he got outed, so he would run to Albania. I bet he will escape from the ministry, or he will be silenced by his buddies."
Hermione sighed, "That brings us to the main question: What is this world, and how many like us are on it? Is this a Harry Potter world, or are there other stories mixed in it? Like Twilight? Vampires and werewolves are real in here."
I shook my head, "Not like they are presented in that TV show, Hermione. Personally, I hope there are no Avengers or Mutants. That would be a nasty can of worms. But let us focus on this story. Who else could have another set of memories?"
Luna shrugged, "That depends, is this a Harem story or the original? I mean, we are Harry and three girls. What are the odds that the others are all girls? Then you have all the tropes, Bones and Abbot, Greengrass and Davis, the Patils, Ginny? Us? If it is the original, then my guess is for the DA. Katie was in it. That are a lot of them to check out."
I sat up and faced the girls, "Hey! I refuse to play those games! First, I was a punching bag for the Dursleys, then Dumbledore's puppet; now I'm going to be bossed around by a horde of girls? No bloody way!"
Hermione slapped my arm, "Watch your language, Harry!"
I rolled my eyes. "Check the language your memories used, Hermione. I bet she was a potty mouth. Mine was; as a construction worker, it was obligated to have a set of swear words, and Bloody was a tame one, I can tell you. When he was mad, he could insert a dozen of them in one sentence."
Katie giggled, "I have the memories of a hooker. I learned a lot from her." She stopped giggling, "She OD in 2020 when her pimp kicked her out. She was a Potter fan."
"The only thing we have in common is that they were all Potter fans," concluded Luna. "Do they have any other stories in common? Japanese high school stories, for example? Or Hero Summonings?"
Hermione shuddered, "I hope no Hero Summonings, they are all in medieval worlds, or they turn you into a slime or Goblin, the green kind of goblins." she glared at me, "Don't even say DXD or any other big tits anime, Harry. We all know that is what Men drool over."
"You are right, I guess," I admitted, then I grinned, "It was mostly because those Hentai anime loaded our PC with viruses that we had to watch the boob anime. It was for the Old guy."
"Pig!" Came from three sides. Meh, what do I care? I did not have a PC or watch anime in my life.
Hermione asked, "Harry? You told me McGonagall got Obliviated on Sunday evening or Monday morning. Why didn't Dumbledore Obliviate you? One spell and you would be back with Trelawney predicting your next way to die. Most of all, He would be out of the problem. This is all caused by you having your memories intact."
Luna remarked, "Maybe he did, but our extra set of memories prevents it. They are separated from our memories. They could have acted as a shield."
Katie yawned, "We better lay low until Christmas. Harry can deal with the Horcruxes. The Goblins and the DMLE know that Voldemort is still in this world. Harry can say he had flashes of them when the Goblins removed that Soul sliver."
Hermione copied Katie's yawn, "If he shows them the Tiara, they will believe him. That is enough for today. Good night every one."
Luna protested, "Not without my good night snog! Harry, give it to me."
A bloody snatch below, and sensitive tits up front, that left me with her lips. They will do for now. Katie cleared her throat when I came up for air. I raised my eyebrow, "I thought you said no threesome?"
She elbowed me, "A good night kiss is not a threesome, Potter!"
Hermione cleared her throat when I was done with Katie. The problem was that I had to get over Katie to reach her, and ended up on top of Hermione, with a Stiff Problem poking her. Meh, she'll get used to it.
Xxxxx
No classes today! The Board of Governors announced that the teaching staff will all be at St Mungo's for a few days, and new Professors need to be hired for Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Everyone protested in favor of Lupin, but it did not help.
Lord Abbot, the new head of the Board of Governors, explained, "Last night, we fired Albus Dumbledore. Both Severus Snape and Remus Lupin are under Loyalty and servant oaths to Albus Dumbledore. Keeping them here is giving him eyes and ears in the castle. I suggest that the OWL and NEWT students form study groups so they won't fall behind."
The Twins cheered, "Party!"
Percy cut them off, "No, you have to Study! It is bad enough that we don't have professors; that we have to endure your shenanigans!"
I asked the Twins, "Guys? What are the odds that those secret passageways have been monitored by Dumbledore? Think about the consequences, if you walk around in Hogsmeade, you would be reported by some. If you committed a crime, Dumbledore would have you by the short and curly's, and have something over your head to pressure you."
Fred groaned, "One of those comes out in Honeyduke's cellar. There is no doubt they reported us to Dumbledore every time we went through."
I took my map out and frowned, "Now that I think of it, I bet this Map has a tracker on it. So will it on my cloak, and Merlin knows on what else. I have to research those detection spells."
Xxxxx
When I left the Great Hall with Luna, Hermione, and Katie. The Alliance kids cornered me, Smith, McMillan, and Corner, Neville stood close by as if he were a neutral bystander.
Smith did the talking in the most annoying pompous way, "Potter, our Families did you a big favor, and you have a debt to us. We will contact you when we call on you."
At that moment, Greengrass, Davis, Bones, and Abbot came out of the hall. I grinned, "Now that I have all my former Allies together, I will show you what kind of debt I have with your Houses. Follow me, please."
When I opened the door of Myrtle's bathroom, Smith scoffed, "What could be in here besides a weeping Ghost?"
I went to the sink, §Open! Staircase! Light!§ I looked at Smith, I will show you Smith, if you are not chickening out."
Everyone followed me. The old snake skin was gone; Lord Greengrass took it with him as proof of its size. I opened the door, §Open for your Lord!§ It opened, maybe I am Lord Slytherin, or it opens with any kind of hissing.
When they saw the Basilisk, and the girls were done screaming, I spoke up, "Tell me, Smith, if I single-handedly killed this snake to prevent it from roaming the castle, saving your lives by doing so. Do I still have a debt to your House? Does it compare to whatever your parents did for me?"
I faced the Puffs, "What about last school year? All those hexes and slurs about me being the Heir of Slytherin because I can speak to snakes? I saved that obnoxious ass from that black snake and everyone thinks I set it out to kill him? Then all of you got hysterical because the next day he got petrified."
I shouted in their faces, "What? Is everything that goes wrong my fault? Potter speaks to a fucking snake so he is Evil? What the fucking hell did I do to you? I ask for a favor to your families, and suddenly you think you can boss me around? I will remember this, Smith, McMillan, and Corner. Now piss off."
The three stooges run out, Neville was hesitating, coolly I asked, "What about you, Heir Longbottom? House Potter's Ally for more than a thousand years? In what way did House Longbottom aid me all these years? Where were you?"
Neville sighed, "I am just a bit more Magical as a squib, Harry. I thought you would not want me around for that. Gran had her hands full with my parents and me. She told me that the alliance was on hold until we were adults."
I shook my head, "I have a few things to say about it, Neville, first of all, you are not a squib! Tell that old hag that you need a proper wand, not the one from your Father, she is forcing you to wield. You are as scared for your Gran as you are for Snape. Second, kick that uncle Algy out… no, better yet, report him to the DMLE for a murder attempt."
I looked around at everyone, they were listening with full attention, "Neville, dropping you out a two stories high window is a murder attempt, no matter how they explain it. While you're at it, demand a proper explanation from that old woman. Allowing that uncle to drop you from a pier or out of a window without her raising a voice is suspicious. Do I need to say more?"
I calmed down, "Neville, You had a shitty youth, almost as bad as mine. Maybe it is time for you to ask for asylum. Don't ask Smith, McMillan or Corner, though, they are assholes. Ah, maybe your Core is bound like mine was, visit St Mungo's for that."
I turned to the Heirs and asked, "Well, Ladies? Does House Potter have a debt to your Houses?"
Greengrass shook her head, "No, Potter, nor do we owe you one. Father explained it to us in a letter this morning. As you will be living in our home from now on, I have to treat you as a brother until you take up your Lordship."
Bones added, "Aunty Amelia wrote to me too. From now on, we are to view you as a House beneficiary."
Abbot nodded, "So is it with our House, Heir Potter."
Davis held her hands up, "I am merely here to give Daphne moral support. That is a huge Basilisk, Potter. You said you killed it by yourself?"
Luna teased, "He did, Davis. And what is more, you owe Harry a Life Debt now. Isn't that great? How are you going to pay that off?"
Tracey swore, "Oh, Morgana's saggy tits! I have to write to my parents!" she turned and run away.
Greengrass yelled after her, "Come back, Tracey! They give an Order of Merlin to pay off that debt!"
Great, I did not have that trope, now I do. I grinned at Tracey when she returned, "That is true, but what if I want to cash in before I get that Order? I could ask for your firstborn, or even help you make your firstborn."
Davis ran off again, this time screaming her lungs out. Greengrass went after her after sending a deadly stare to me, "Tracey! He was joking! Come back! Granger would hex his bits off if he did that! I would hex them off!"
Davis came back again, she gave me a death stare too, "I don't appreciate those kinds of jokes, Potter! Those Life Debt pay-offs happened in the past, and those old laws and customs are still valid."
I raised my eyebrow, "And how is telling me that preventing me from asking for your firstborn?"
Davis pointed at Luna, Katie, and Hermione, "The look on their faces tells me how. You can not joke about our children, Potter, that is not done."
I sighed, "My apologies, Miss Davis. Blame it on my lack of education in the wizarding customs. Let's head back up, or does someone need to take a closer look?"
Hermione shook her head, "Voldemort and Dumbledore will have looted this room already."
Hannah Abbot, who was holding Bones's arm in a death grip, said, "Let's get out of here, that snake gives me the creeps. I will have nightmares for weeks."
I heard Davis grumble, "I hope that Dragon will roast his ass next year."
Greengrass comforted her, "If not that Dragon, Hagrid's Screwts will do, or that Sphinx."
Luna smiled, "I'll make my bed a few sizes bigger."
Xxxxx
Sirius Black noticed that the Dementors were gone and came to inspect what had happened. I spotted him on the map and went to him with Luna and Hermione.
I said to the dog, "Padfoot, get your butt to your home, and start writing letters, one to Amelia Bones, and one to Lord Greengrass, he is my current Guardian. Pettigrew is arrested, and Dumbledore's wings and claws are clipped. The only obstacles now are Malfoy and Fudge. Nod if you understood all of this."
Sirius took a long look at me and nodded. I told him, "Call on Tapsy, my elves will help you clean your house. And tell your elf that he has to stay away from the Malfoys and Lestranges. Getting you free will be a formality, Padfoot, as long as you do not get caught. Now, be a good dog and return to your home."
Hmm, the dog can listen after all. "Did I miss something? I feel I am forgetting some important stuff."
Hermione shrugged, "Nothing important that can't wait, Harry. We are far ahead in the story, and are almost done with your enemies."
Xxxxx
Just before lunch, I got the snakes alone, "Miss Davis, sister, come to the Room of Requirement after dinner. I can already tell you that the Dragon will not roast me, because my name will not come out of that Goblet of Fire. We will be waiting."
Going on the gasps, they got the message loud and clear. They are not alone!
8 More of us!
Daphne gasped, "So it's true? It can't be! Dumbledore and Snape got fired!"
Tracey shook her head, "That story doesn't match reality, Potter. How did you know about it? We never said a word to anyone, not even our parents."
Daphne asked, "Where is that room? We could not find it."
I frowned. Something doesn't add up. "What do you mean by 'so it's true?' or 'where is that room'? You should have found it without a problem. Didn't one of you, or both, receive memories of a past life?"
Daphne looked strangely at me, carefully she revealed one of her secrets, "We did not get those memories, Potter. Astoria did. They were from a young girl who died in 2017 and watched our lives on a set of DVDs, whatever those are. That girl could not remember much from those DVDs, only the major parts, like that Tri-Wizard Tournament and a pink hag in the next."
Tracey added, "When Astoria started to tell us about it, we thought she was a Seer. She predicted the Dementors' and Black's attack on your common room on All Hallows Eve. When she predicted the attack from the Dementors on you on your Quidditch match, we wanted to warn you, but Weasley shielded you from us."
I held my hand up, "This is too sensitive to discuss in a hallway. Actually, we'd better discuss this as soon as possible. Bring Astoria with you to the seventh floor after lunch. I'll guide you to the room."
Xxxxx
We watched the Snake trio going upstairs on the Map. When they reached the sixth floor, I went out and met them. After a slight bow, I said, "Follow me, please."
I heard Astoria whisper, "He doesn't look like Radcliffe at all!"
I opened the door to a cozy room, with Couches in a mix of Griffindor and Slytherin colors, some bookshelves, and a burning fireplace. With a polite doorman bow, I said, "The Room of Requirement, Ladies."
Astoria rushed in and cheered, "Finally, I found it! I was looking at all the wrong places!" Then she turned to me, "You did not follow the movies, Harry. Why not?"
I shrugged, "With all that shit happening to me, why would I let that come about?"
Hermione looked up from her book and yelled, "Harry! Control that construction worker's language! Astoria is only eleven!"
Astoria corrected Hermione, "I'll be twelve in January! But yes, Harry, that was rude of you. Mind your language."
I defended myself, "Hey! You saw the movies! You know what would happen if I did not change it! I have the right to swear on it once or twice. Plug your ears if you don't want to hear it."
I explained to Astoria, "I guess you got those memories last Summer. I got mine last weekend. They are from an old guy who read the books from my Hogwarts years, and he wrote fan fiction stories about my life. Did you read the books?"
Astoria shook her head, "No, she was into bicycle racing, and died in an accident during training. She remembered slipping on a bend in the road and falling onto the sidewalk. The next thing she remembers was entering my body when I was sick last Summer. She didn't read the books; she watched the DVDs while recovering from a fall on her bike… You know? Bicycle racing is dangerous!"
Katie asked, "How old was that girl when she died, Astoria?"
Astoria answered, "I think between twelve and thirteen. I could not understand a word they were saying. I guess she was from Holland or Germany. It sounded a lot like that. I focused on those Movies, they were in English with subtitles."
I sat down on the couch and commented, "That's one more set of memories, and three more girls that know about it."
I looked at Daphne and Tracey, "Here is my dilemma, is this world real? According to those memories, this world emerged from the mind of a Scottish woman. She got Bloo… very rich from it. Or are some Pagan Gods messing with our minds to let those events end differently?"
Daphne groaned, "You suck, Potter! You let us doubt our very existence. I can't accept that this is a story, a Scottish one, even. All those years, a history of millennia are just some lines in a book? Our Magic is fantasy?"
Hermione added, "To Be, or Not To Be? That is the question. Shakespeare had it right; that is a huge question. Are we real?"
Luna commented, "The books or Movies are not real anymore, not after the week we are having. Harry changed it all."
Hermione shook her head, "That doesn't take away all the facts we found out in those memories, Luna. Tom Riddle is Voldemort, he made Horcruxes, Pettigrew was MoRon's pet-rat, Black is a dog and innocent. And Harry did fall from his broom. We have to conclude that those events would have happened if Harry had not changed the course of history."
Katie sighed, "Too bad we don't have an extra set of memories that can give us insight into our world. Astoria's memories are too young and incomplete. We got three more brains to help us out, though."
I raised another topic, "This could not even be a tale from the original story. Blooddagger, my account manager from Gringotts, has the same name as one from a fan fiction story the Old Guy wrote, even the Granny who fixed the blocks I had on my house elves and Mail was from that fan fiction."
Tracey rolled her eyes. "Those names are common, Potter. They get these names after they claimed their first blood. And blood on a dagger is a common thing when you kill something with it. I bet there are a lot of Grannies in Gringotts too. Even I have two of those."
Katie chuckled and teased me, "Disappointed, Harry? Are you sad this is not one of your Old Guy's Harem stories?"
Astoria was puzzled, "What Harem? He married Ginny Weasley and had two boys, James and Albus Severus. That is how the movies ended. There was no Harem. Hermione married that MoRon if I remember it right."
Katie giggled, "That Old Guy in Harry's head wrote a lot of alternative stories about our world. I bet a lot of them had Harems. Tell us, Harry, how many of them had a Harem in it?"
Harry sighed, "In all of them, Katie. He even had one as a toddler. But that is not what we need to talk about now."
Daphne shook her head, "No, Potter. First, explain those toddlers. Was that old man a Pedo?"
I rolled my eyes, "No, he wasn't, all his stories were about him dying, and he wakes up as me, Harry Potter. That story begins when the Old Guy leaves Potter and wakes up in another Potter from a different book. When that Old Guy woke up as a Toddler on Petunia's doorstep, five other girls' memories traveled along into the bodies of their younger selves. They Soul bonded again when they hugged, hence the Harem."
Daphne glared, "Name them, Potter! I don't like that look on your face."
I caved in and named them, "Fine! If you must know, first there was you, then Susan Bones. Tracey came a few hours later, and Hanna Abbot and Luna were the last ones. They came back in time from a Goblet of Fire world. Now, are you happy?"
Tracey shook her head, "No, I am not happy! How would we even end up in your Harem, Potter? That's impossible!"
I shrugged, "Those were stories he wrote, Davis. Don't get your knickers in a twist. Again, if you must know, the plot was not a happy one. Or are the half-bloods here in Slytherin passed around for the pure-bloods' pleasure? That was what happened in that story, Davis. Are you a half blood, Davis?"
Katie giggled, "Harry hooks up with Draco in a lot of them, or with Snape. I read some of those. There was true love in them."
Hermione added, "Astoria married Draco in the books and had a son named Scorpio. She died giving birth, though."
Astoria screamed, "I married that creep? No fucking way!"
I grinned, "Mind your potty mouth, Missy Proper Language."
Astoria raged, "Shove that language where the sun doesn't shine, Potter! Why would I marry that albino prick when he and Pansy are lovey-dovey all of the time? I bet they are sleeping together. I want a divorce!"
"There is no divorce in our world, Tory, you know that," said Daphne.
Astoria had a wild look in her eyes, "I bet I can kill him before the end of this year. Potter told everyone he has a feeble body, so it won't surprise anyone when he trips and falls from the stairs." she almost screamed: "There is no way my Baby is going through life as a Malfoy Scorpion!"
With a mad look on her face, she turned to me, "What do I have to do to get into your Harem, Potter?"
I back-paddled and answered, "Ermm… Maybe wait until I have one?" I looked at the others and asked, "Can I get some help here? Anyone?"
Katie giggled, "You are on your own, Potter. She can be your Lady Potter, and Hermione as Consort Potter. Tracey can be Lady Slytherin, Daphne will be Consort Slytherin, and Luna… Ah! Consort Peverell! Now that I think about it, I am sure I read one of those Old Guys' stories."
I groaned, "That doesn't help us with the present situation. What actions should we take now? What do we need to do to prevent the rise of Voldemort? I am not in the mood for a winter camping trip."
Astoria grumbled, "Getting rid of Malfoy for starters, he can take that Parkinson cow with him."
Hermione commented, "Nothing for now, Harry. This meeting was to connect with Daphne, Tracey, and Astoria and hear about their set of memories. You changed enough, we have to wait and see what will happen."
Daphne pointed at me, "Father told me to teach him our customs and explain the common rules to him. Like the unannounced Blood Feud Dumbledore had on House Potter, and the consequences that came from it."
Hermione was curious. "Harry was told by your Father that it could cause Civil wars,' I don't see how that can escalate to that."
Daphne explained, "Take two families that have a dispute, one Dark aligned and one Light aligned, and they turn it into a feud. The Dark Patriarch kills the Light Patriarch and his wife and kids. You think the Feud is over? Two daughters of the Light Patriarch married into other Light Families. Do you think they will stand to the side when their parents, brothers, and or sisters are killed? They don't take revenge? Then there are friends, Godparents, Uncles, and Aunts. You have a civil war before you know it."
Daphne gave another example, "Why do you think those Death Eaters wore masks? It is to prevent Feuds on their Houses. Even when everyone suspects them, as long as there is no solid proof, a Feud can not be started. In the case of the Death Eaters who were arrested in the first war, You Know Who killed the first family that dared to call for a Feud. They were dead, even before the Wizengamot could allow the Feud to happen."
Daphne pointed out, "When that war ended with the death of your parents, all the Death Eaters were judged and convicted. That way, there was no cause for a Feud. Too many had died to allow more families to die out. Too many families had Death Eaters in them."
Hermione sighed, "And fourteen years later, we end up in the same war, with the same villains and the same issues."
Tracey softened the blow, "Another rule to discourage Feuds is the Right of Conquest. The attacking Lord can lose everything his House has if he fails to kill the last one and gets killed instead."
The rest of the meeting was spent testing the limits of the RoR. Hermione got a braingasm when she saw all those books from the restricted section of the library. So were Daphne and Tracey paging through ancient books.
Katie must have read Old Guy's stories, because she made a beach. It was not fun, it so happens that all Withes have their cycle attuned to the moon cycles. Meaning, the rest of the week is going to be a bloody mess.
I made a practice room with dueling dummies and course books. It was fun after I let the dummies adjust to our age and skill level. Soon, almost everyone was practicing their spells.
Astoria was reading a book by Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade, a French Noble. 'A thousand ways to cause pain'. That is a promising title for a book. Malfoy better watch his steps, cause Astoria is on a warpath.
Xxxxx
When we entered the Great Hall for dinner, I sat next to Daphne on the Slytherin table. That got the hall buzzing with whispers. I saw Hermione silence MoRon before he could open his mouth, too bad nobody did that for Malfoy.
He loudly questioned me, "What are you doing at our table, Scarhead? Go away! You are dirtying our table by sitting here."
I shrugged, "You know, Rat face, I would have thought that you, as a cunning Slytherin, should have read the school rules. That way, you could find the loopholes or ways to bend them. Those rules, Rat Face, tell us that everyone is free to sit on any of the four tables, as long as the seat is empty and you do not cause problems."
I pointed at Daphne, "This fair, gorgeous, stunningly beautiful Lady is my new Guardian's daughter. Her Father asked her to teach me some manners. I have some manners, but I'm told they're all bad ones. Tell me, Rat face, how can this pretty, handsome, fine young Lady teach me table manners when she sits on the other side of the Hall?"
Daphne rolled her eyes and dryly commented, "By starting to get your elbows from the table, Potter."
I looked at Malfoy, "See? This magnificent, brilliant Queen of the Snakes would need to yell that to me if I sat with the Griffs." Then I pointed at Astoria, "Also, her equally pretty sister, Astoria, inquired what needs to be done for a courtship. However, this is a last resort. It is to prevent albino scorpions. Don't ask, it is complicated."
Another elbow in my ribs told me to shut up. Malfoy did not get the message, though, "Still, you don't belong here, Scarface! You are not one of us, you are an outsider, you will never fit in!"
I shrugged, "I never wanted to be one of the herd, Rat face. Although last year they told me I was the Heir of Slytherin. Maybe I am the Heir after all. I can talk to snakes, have access to the Chamber of Secrets, thanks to your Daddy, and I bet I have a common ancestor. Now that I think of it, I offed that Heir of Slytherin when I was a toddler, so by right of Conquest, I am Lord Slytherin! Or the Heir, whatever comes first."
Flint frowned. "What did Lord Malfoy do to give you access to the Chamber of Secrets, Potter?"
I was happy to rat Malfoy out, and loudly explained, "Well, Mister Flint, Malfoy Senior planted a cursed diary with a firsty. That diary possessed that girl, causing it to open the Chamber of Secrets and letting a Basilisk roam the hallways. That basilisk petrified some students and at last took that girl below to die there."
I grinned, "Being the local Hero, my trusty sidekick, MoRon, and monster hunter, Fraudhart, and I, went after the girl. We got separated, and I had to face the Basilisk alone. After a long, gruesome, shilling fight, I killed the Basilisk."
I got everyone's attention, that turned into horrified expressions when I asked, "Can you guess how many Life Debts I collected that day? All thanks to Daddy Malfoy. Thank him for me, will you, Rat face?"
With his face on stormy weather, a seventh grader, I couldn't come up with his name. He said, "He doesn't have to. Heir Potter, I am sure some of our parents will thank him for that."
I nodded, "As long as he got the message. Now, my Fair Lady, how is the proper way to hold a knife and fork? I heard Rice is a bitch to handle. Auch! OK, I deserved that."
Xxxxx
When we left the Hall, some of them speed walking, Tracey asked me, "Was this supposed to let things cool off, Potter? From my point of view, you put extra coals on the fire and put a lid on the Cauldron. Now we are waiting for the explosion."
Auwa! Someone kicked my shin! I turned around and saw a fuming Astoria, "Thanks a lot, Potter! Now I have to answer questions for the rest of the evening."
I defended myself, "Hey! It was you who asked for a spot in my Harem… Ooops, did I say that out loud?" I looked around, and everyone in a range of twenty feet nodded. I sighed, "We were joking, people! There is no Harem."
Katie's voice came from behind, "Yet! You can apply with Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and Astoria Greengrass! They are the core members!"
Xxxxx
That evening, the Owlery was almost empty. The next morning, the Hall was swarmed with owls. Twenty minutes later, spells were cast. Suddenly, golden and silver lines connected me with every student who cast the spell to check for a Life Debt.
Nobody finished breakfast, and the Owlery was empty again. I fear Draco will become an orphan today. Or, if he had a brain, he would have owled his Father, like he always does.
Two days later, the Daily Trash reported a mysterious fire that burned Malfoy Mansion to the ground. Luckily, Lord and Lady Malfoy were on a trip on the continent. The investigation is pending.
Poor Draco, he keeps appearing in the Hospital Wing with minor health issues. The question is: Are the Dark kids doing this, or is Astoria taking matters into her own hands?
My ass is not out of the fire, yet. I am receiving death glares from Astoria every time a girl applies for a spot in our Harem. Hermione discards them, while Luna is happy to sort them by age and gender. The Creevy brothers applied, can you believe that? Ah, you can? Yeah, I am a catch, and the potions are starting to do their work… Thanks, but no thanks.
With all the hustle and bustle going on, the professors started to arrive. The side characters first, Hooch, Babbling, and Sinistra, got their minds cleared up and are ready for duty again. Their faces predicted a lot of detentions if we dared to ask questions.
We spent most of our free time in the RoR, Luna and I, the nights too. The threat of Dumbledore is gone, but who can say no to sleeping with a pretty girl? The practice room was used a lot. I needed that. Now that my core was unlocked, the spell damage went through the roof.
Daphne and Hermione tutored Luna and Astoria on the theory of Magic. I coached them with the practical wand courses. For our year, we studied the books and tried out the spells, sometimes with tips from Katie. MoRon you ask? He had a hard time adjusting to his new nickname. He is angry all of the time.
I can cast a Patronus! I've had a lot of happy memories lately, most of them with Katie and Luna. Boy! Those are great memories! Super memories! From the moment the female issues were over, Katie demanded the use of my tongue on her girly bits. Luna was allowed to watch. A threesome is just around the corner, Katie!
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There was good news: the dog was set free and committed to St Mungo's, and he is on the way to a full recovery. And get this! This Hero is nominated for an Order of Merlin First Class! The Wizengamot got to see my memory and is debating on it this very moment! I am the Man!
Katie got a lot more Stiff Problems when she heard it. A reward, she said. Hermione gave her first snog to me, and allowed my hands to cop a feel on her ass, I call that progress.
The bad news? Behold the Firebolt! Paid for myself. Fucking Olly is doubling practice time to catch up on the time I lost this week… Did you ever sit on a broom in November? At six-thirty in the morning? In Scotland? It is pitch dark and bloody cold! Olly's justification? "Quidditch games can last for days, Harry! We have to practice in all weather conditions and at different times of the day."
We fixed that quickly; we took turns asking for a private session, you know, to go over the details. He gave up when I woke him up at 2 o'clock to help me get used to the environment, and kept him awake until it was time for our daily practice. Then the Foxes kept him busy practicing their aim, and the Twins training Olly to dodge multiple bludgers.
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Slowly, we got back to normal, when Kittie was the last one to return. The poor lass, her chances to be Headmistress went the same way as the three-day flushing regime to get all of Dumbledore's potions. She realized that when the Confundus and Obliviate spells were removed… the ones that could be removed, she had some permanent residue that was rooted too deep. Hence, the no chance for Headmistress.
Another one that did not make the cut was caused by my memory of Aragog. It was chilling to the bones to witness two boys enter an Acromantula nest and have a chat with the boss. More so, when the two said boys had to fight their way out of that nest. The horseless carriage scored good points by bringing us to safety.
No screwts next year! I heard he got off the hook because he had Dumbledore's permission to keep them. Last I heard of him, he had a job herding dragons. We have Grubblyplank teaching us.
No Potion or DaDa Professor yet. Yes, I am vindictive, and showed some memories of the way he encouraged Neville to brew a decent potion, or me how to breathe without losing House points. Payback is a bitch Snivilous!
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It was not all fun. In the RoR, we searched for three days for that Tiara. Until I remembered it wasn't on a bust with a wig, but we need to find a bust. The tiara is in a drawer of a nearby cabinet.
In a private room at The Three Broomsticks, we presented the Tiara to my Guardian on the last Hogsmeade weekend of the year, "Lord Greengrass, when Granny removed that Soul sliver, I saw flashes of the locations of other ones. I needed to be sure and searched for the one at Hogwarts. We found this one. I am certain this tiara is one of them. It feels the same as that Diary."
Lord Greengrass studied our faces and asked, "We searched, Harry? You and who else? Did you put my daughter in danger? Tracey too? You have to know that your actions can have consequences. Handling such artifacts can put everyone around you in danger. Promise me that you won't do that again."
I sighed, "I promise, Lord Greengrass. I realize now that I took an unnecessary risk. I should have known better."
Lord Greengrass turned to Daphne and Tracey and gave them part of the blame too, "Both of you are partly responsible too. We have taught you how to handle questionable artifacts, but you didn't. Remember that your lives are more precious to us than any risk or artifact in the world. Famous Tiaras included."
Daphne used her killer weapons: a big hug and puppy eyes. When Tracey helped, they were forgiven. You have to admire their teamwork, Daddy and Uncle, in combination, that Lord Greengrass did not have a defense for.
Lady Greengrass pulled my ear, "Can you explain to me, Harry Potter, why we keep receiving requests from parents to let their daughter join your Harem?"