Harry share the wealth, then spins a story. Harry declines a few slytherins and makes an offer.
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter and wouldn't particularly care to. I would like a rental agreement with option to buy for Hermione Granger. A short term contract with Nyphadora Tonks wouldn't be turned down. A Long-term agreement with Luna Lovegood would probably be a whole lot of fun. Any time Padma Patil wants to open negotiations, call me and oh for a weekend with Fleur. Oddly Lavender and Padma's sister (despite being her twin) Parvarti do nothing for me...
Harry Potter and the Marriage Contracts.
Chapter Two - Exchanges
September 01, 1997
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Gryffindor 7th Year Boys Dorms:
Following the feast, Harry was in his dorm unpacking, and laying out his robes for the next day. Neville, Dean and Seamus entered to begin their own unpacking.
"Gentlemen, it's good to see you, we've got something to discuss.
"Harry, mate," Dean said, "We know you and Ron are having problems, but we can't be getting in the middle of that."
"This is nothing to do with Ron, Dean. I happened to have come into possession of some interesting Art work, and I thought I'd share the wealth." From his trunk he withdrew the photos that had come with the marriage contracts. "I present some Artwork. I call this set, 'Surprisingly Limber Girls'" He dropped the largest pack of photos. "This set I call,'Surprisingly Limber Girls and their very affectionate Girlfriends'" A second smaller package joined the first. "And this one is 'Surprisingly Limber Girls and their amazing collection of Toys" a third package joined the others on the others. "I though everyone might enjoy the artwork this year."
"Bloody hell Harry" said Seamus "Where did you get these things?" His eyes bugged out when he noted the face on one of the women in the photos. "That's Tamara Oakley, she works at Honeydukes in Diagon Alley and would never give me the time of day. Where did you get theses?"
"They came with Marriage Contracts."
Dean opened and closed his mouth several times. "You unspeakably lucky bastard. You're sharing these with us?"
"Gentlemen, art of this quality is to be shared."
September 02, 1997
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Harry Potter sat with his back against an ancient oak tree enjoying the crisp air and the grandeur of the Scottish sunrise.
A lifetime of habit had robbed Harry of the ability to sleep any later than dawn. This day he had waken well before dawn, and knew instantly that trying to go back to sleep would be futile. He had risen then, gotten his shower before the crowd, and dressed quietly in the dark, appreciating the 'normal' sounds of the dorm. Neville would suddenly thrash about in his bed and then quiet down again for several minutes. Dean would mutter running commentaries of football games in his sleep, with occasional demands that the referee get his eyes checked and other less polite suggestions. Seamus hugged his pillow as if it were a woman.
Ron's bed was empty. Completely untouched. Harry tried not to think what that meant. Ron wasn't really part of his problems with the Weasleys, the break came because Ron needed to support his parents and sister. He wished Ron and Hermione well, and hoped the pair of them all the best. If only he didn't miss them quite so much.
From the dorm he made his way out of the castle and out onto the grounds. He found his quiet place and enjoyed the show. Something tickled in the back of his mind. Trust the old man to spoil a perfect sunrise.
"Hello Headmaster." Harry said without turning to look. "The sunrise always makes me feel small, you know?"
"In deed Mr. Potter. I am unused to students being able to detect my coming and going. You startled me."
"Tommy caused me to learn a few things. What can I do for you Headmaster?"
"I was hoping you would finally reveal just how you defeated Tom."
"No, I don't think so."
"Why not? Why do you keep your accomplishment from the Historical Record?" The ancient wizard asked.
"You know, when my friends and I fell apart last spring, I tried to research how you killed your dark lord. Not a single word in the record."
"There are good reasons for that, I assure you Harry."
"And I have my reasons as well. Headmaster. I wouldn't want the next Dark Lord defending against it, nor do I want my own technique used against me."
"I'm afraid that I must insist Harry."
"Headmaster, you would never believe me."
"You will find that I can believe quite a few things Harry."
The boy sighed. This was ruining his morning; dealing with the old man had a way of doing that.
"Alright. I'm not the Harry you know. I'm from a future where Voldemort won."
"Yes. In the original time line, I never found out what you and the Weasleys were doing. I spent 6th year allowing you to drive a wedge between Hermione and myself. You made a big deal of showing me your home movies about the life of Tom Riddle as if knowing that the bastard killed his father or that he got Horace Slughorn to tell him about horocruxes would be any help at all."
"You took me on a horocrux hunt to a cave by the sea, where we recovered a locket after having to deal with a poisoned potion and inferni. While we were gone Draco had let Death Eaters into the castle via a vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirements. We returned to Hogsmeade to find a Dark Mark over the castle. We borrowed a pair of brooms and flew to the Astronomy tower."
Harry sighed sadly. "We heard fighting, and someone running up to the tower. You had me put on my Invisibility cloak, and hide in a corner. When Draco Malfoy burst in, you petrified me. The Poisoned Potion from the cave had you almost too weak to stand, and Draco had been tasked with killing you, but he wasn't a killer yet. You had him just about talked into surrendering when three Death Eaters burst in. They were waiting for Draco to kill you, egging him on, when Snape appeared."
"And Severus dealt with the Death Eaters?"
"No, he killed you. If the Killing curse hadn't been enough to do the job, his spell blew you completely off the tower. The sudden stop at the end of the fall was more than enough to kill you. Snape took Draco, and ran with the Death Eaters back to Tom. We buried you right over there." Harry gestured to where the cairn would have been erected.
The thought of his death seemed to have unnerved the ancient wizard. "Then what happened?"
"Ron, Hermione and I went on a horocrux hunt. The Ministry fell to Voldemort a few months later, a Pure Blood centric pogrom started. Half bloods were restricted to serving Pure bloods, Muggle born were 'relocated' to 'reeducation camps' which is to say executed after prolonged torture."
"We lost Hermione in 2000, when a hunter killer squad found our tent in the forbidden forest. Ron and I kept going. In 2007 we were captured as we destroyed the final horocrux, we had to break into Gringotts to get that one, stealing a Dragon to get away. The Goblins were pissed. Ron was executed on the spot, but I was taken to be presented to Voldemort himself."
"Harry, I'm so..."
"Old man, you wanted to know what happened, so shut up so I can tell it." Harry shook his head in frustration toward his Headmaster. "I was bound hand and foot and was being transported to Tom, when an assault team hit the convoy. I was captured by the resistance. I don't know what surprised me more, the existence of a resistance, or who the leaders were."
"Who were they?"
"Luna Lovegood and Daphne Greengrass. They had been keeping the Ministry under Tom off balance for years; they were what allowed us to get away with as much as we did. They had a plan to win, but to do that they needed me."
"To deliver the death blow to Tom?"
"No, to prevent his final rise to power. They had worked out a method of time travel using potions, runes and a specifically designed spell. The Runes setup a temporal containment field, the spell cast the field into the past. They projected that the field would go between ten and fifteen years backwards, so they needed someone who could make a difference in the period 1992-1997. They chose me."
"What of the potion? And what powered the Rune cluster?"
"Caught that did you? Well you see, they couldn't send any mass back in time. They believed that the Runes properly powered would cast my soul and they hoped my magical core back to my own body, where they believed that my 'present' soul and 'future' soul would integrate to a single entity. They hoped that my 'present' magical core would do the same thing with my 'future' magical core. The potion was designed to eject my magical core from my body. I got inside the rune array, drank the potion, cast a killing curse on myself to power the runes and the girls cast the time displacement spell."
"I woke up in my bed in the Gryffindor dorm last November 9th, with my two souls in the process of integrating. We had quite the conversation during that hour, and we agreed to do what needed to be done. I skipped breakfast and went to the room of requirements to experiment with my magic. I found that I knew and could perform all the magic I learned 'in the future' and that I was stupidly more powerful than I had been the first time."
In December I discovered your plot with the Weasleys, lost Ron and Hermione, found that I had other allies I had been unaware of, and started on my new path. My new allies and I gathered and destroyed the horocruxes, then last May, Tom made the mistake of letting me get close, and I ended it."
There was silence between them for a few moments. Harry checked his watch, almost time to go to breakfast and get his class schedule.
"That is an amazing tale Harry. If anyone else had told it, I would have my doubts, but from you, I have to believe it."
Harry nodded sadly. "Thank you Headmaster. You know, I'm thinking of financing a study to determine just what happens to Wizards after they leave Hogwarts. If I was to tell that story in the common room tonight, I wouldn't get as far as Luna and Daphne teamed together to head the resistance before everyone in the room would be yelling 'Bullshit!', but our elders, including yourself buy a cock and bull story like that without blinking. It is truly amazing."
"That was a... story?"
"Of course it was a story. How I dealt with Riddle is no one's business but my own, and my allies who were with me. Now if you'll excuse me, need to get to breakfast, I'm hungry and I owe Neville Longbottom 10 Galleons. I never thought you'd buy such a ludicrous story."
September 01, 1997
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The Great Hall:
Harry slide into his seat at the Gryffindor table across from Neville, and slid the 10 coins across the table.
"The old man believed your little story did he?" Neville asked pocketing his winnings.
"Yeah. I would have though living a century and a half one would develop a bullshit filter, but you were right." Harry looked at the selection on the table and selected some scrambled eggs and fried tomatoes for his plate. "The photos were a hit."
"Large surprise there. I thumbed through them and didn't notice any of those from class mates past or present."
Harry shook his head. "I've culled those out and have returned them to the senders, or will when I decline their offers. Having those photos around would be disrespectful."
"No argument from me Harry. I was looking to pull them before Dean or Seamus found them. I should have known you'd do the right thing." Neville dug into his eggs while reaching for more bacon. "Starting with the declines today?"
"Yeah. It seems that most of the women in question were unaware their families made the offer, so I'm starting with the Slytherins today, and work my way up to the girls who will likely hurt me if they feel I'm insulting them."
"You don't think the Slytherin girls will try to hurt you?"
"Oh, sure, but they don't need to feel insulted to do so. Speak of the demons, here comes Malfoy and Parkinson." He smiled "Got your inbred Pure Blood Twit routine ready?"
"I resemble that remark." Neville said smirking.
The Slytherin pair drew near. Neville ruffled the newspaper he was reading. "I say Potter," he said in a loud voice that carried through out the hall, "The Aurors keep finding more and more families that are claiming their marked loved ones were weak minded fools under the imperius for years."
"I know Longbottom old boy," Harry said in an equally loud voice, "It's bad enough the fools are dead, now their families are claiming they were all weak minded as well, well breeding will tell, if anyone would know that the death eaters were all week minded fools, who better to be able to say than their inbred off spring."
"Are you talking about my family Potter?"
"Good morning Draco. How are you this fine Death Eater free morning?"
"You'll pay for what you did to my father Potter."
"You've been making that threat since first year Draco. If I didn't know better, I'd be thinking you didn't like me or something. I certainly didn't do anything to your weak minded father Draco, I only killed the Dark Putz, your father killed himself when he took the mark and slaved his life and magic to a half blood, under the imperius as he was, being weak minded and all."
"Potter, I'm going..."
"Oh Pansy?" Neville interrupted the blond's rant. "It's good to see you this morning as well; Harry and I have some personal private business with you. Perhaps Draco would be so kind as to toddle off?"
"Nothing you have to say to me interests me in the slightest blood traitor."
"I'm sorry you feel that way Pansy." He reached into his robes and withdrew a rolled up parchment, which he handed to her. "In accordance with the old ways, Pansy, I decline your families offer of your hand in marriage, as tempting as that offer might be."
Pansy unrolled the parchment and stared open mouthed at her families seal. This was real. "My family offered me... To you?"
"Me as well, Pansy old girl." Harry smiled at the stricken girl. "That personal note you attached bemoaning the extremely small size of Draco's willy while begging me to rescue you from a life time of sexual frustration was heart rending, really it was. I'm not sure what everyone in the common room was laughing about when I read it to them last night, but I find that I too must decline. As charitable as I am, I'm afraid that there isn't enough hot water and soap in the world to wash the unmistakable taint of Draco from your body and soul. Sorry."
Pansy stared unbelievingly at the two contracts in her hands, and then ran away from the great hall in tears.
"Potter!" Draco hissed. "You are dead, when I bring the Malfoy fortune against you..."
"Malfoy fortune?" Neville interrupted again. "Didn't see this morning's Prophet Draco? It seems that the Goblin that the Death Eaters kidnapped and tortured to death trying to find a back way into the goblin tunnels was Grethok, the son of Ragnak, the head of the Goblin Nation. The Ministry managed to head off a Goblin Rebellion by signing off on the confiscation of the personal fortunes of every marked Death Eater. That leaves the Malfoy fortune at pretty much what you've got in your pockets right now..."
Draco paled. Then left the Great Hall without another word to verify this information.
"That was wrong. We should be ashamed of ourselves Neville."
"I know, but it was fun." Neville once again dug into his breakfast.
"You know the funniest thing about it? Ragnak didn't even like Grethok, though he was proud that his boy didn't break under torture. Ragnak was going to call it a wash because Grethok kept trying to raise a rebellion against Ragnak's rule, but then I suggested that he might as well make a galleon or two out of the deal. He cut me in for 2 percent for the suggestion."
Neville fell off his seat laughing.
"I just didn't want the fortunes of the Death Eaters financing the next Dark Lord." He shrugged. "Who knew that it would be both amusing AND profitable?"
Neville was picking himself up and more students filed into the Great Hall to break their fasts. Not long after the students were seated, the morning post arrived. Hedwig landed in front of Harry and extended her leg. Attached there was a small package and a sheet of parchment. Harry took the letter and the package, and gave his best girl most of a rasher of bacon. Then a small barn owl landed in front of him and offered its leg with a single sheet of parchment attached.
Taking the letter, Harry offered the owl some bacon, it took the offering, then winged off. Suspicious, he ran several detection charms on this newest letter. Nothing. Using his fork and knife he opened the letter without allowing it to touch his flesh. As he suspected it was from the Twins. The letter head had the Weasley Wizarding Weezes logo.
/Dear Partner/: It read
/We hate you. /
/That Veela Prank was cruel beyond all belief./
/(You have to tell me how you did it - Fred)/
(I am still gargling to get the taste of Fred out of my mouth - George)
We should have known better than to challenge the son of a Marauder.
We only know it was you because we couldn't prove it was someone else
/Love: Gred and Forge./
"What?" Asked Neville. "I know that look, and normally it means trouble."
"I'll tell you later."
"Excuse me Millicent?"
"What do you want Potter?"
"Beyond some Slytherin to eventually call me 'Harry'? Not much. I just have to tell you something."
Millicent Bustrode nodded. She then stood with a questioning look on her face.
"Miss Bustrode, In accordance with the old ways, I must respectfully decline your family's offer of your hand in marriage. At this time I am not looking to take a wife. At some point in the future that may change and I will certainly keep you in mind."
She blinked. Twice. Then she began to laugh. "I can't believe that father would do that without asking me. You're alright Potter. The majority of the bastards in this school would never have said a thing to me, just skulked off like cowards. Thank you Potter... Harry."
"No problem... Millie."
September 01, 1997
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Gryffindor Heads Common Room:
For more than an hour the only sound in the room was the scratch of Hermione's quill. Ron had finally had enough. He heaved himself from the sofa he had been laying on and came up behind Hermione at her study desk. He leaned over, nuzzling her neck and cupped her breasts.
"Ron, I've got to finish this."
"It's the first day of class love. We've got rounds to make at 11 o clock. That gives us two hours to relax." He nipped at her ear.
Hermione found herself leaning back into him, the quill falling from her fingers as she reached up to pull his lips back to her neck. All thoughts of her studies left her when his right hand left her breast and moved down to probe her through her panties.
They were 15 minutes late for their rounds.
September 03, 1997
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Outside the Transfiguration Classroom:
It had taken Harry two days to track down his last two Slytherins. As usual, they were together. The pair were leaving transfiguration and heading to the Great Hall for lunch, Harry fell into step along side Tracey Davis.
"What do you want Potter?" The shortest of the pair, Tracey Davis asked.
"A chance to speak with each of you in private."
The two girls exchanged a look, and then pulled Harry into an empty classroom.
"This is new." Daphne Greengrass said. "I've never been propositioned by a Gryffindor before."
"And you aren't now. I would prefer to do this in private."
"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of Daphne, Potter."
"Alright. Miss Davis, In accordance with the old ways, I must respectfully decline your family's offer of your hand in marriage. At this time I am not looking to take a wife. At some point in the future that may change and I will certainly keep you in mind." He handed the blonde the contract.
"My family offered me to you?"
"Yes they did. You don't really care all that much do you?"
"No, I guess I don't." She fixed Harry with a stare. "Ok, go ahead with Daphne."
"No. For Daphne I insist on privacy. If today isn't good, I'll try later."
The girls exchanged a look. Since first year they always had each other's backs.
"Go ahead Tracey, I'll be ok with Potter, he's harmless."
"I wouldn't go as far as harmless, but she is safe with me."
With a concerned look Tracey left the room.
"Well that was dramatic Potter, what do you want?"
"I thought I should return your photographs personally." Harry handed the five photos to Daphne.
"Already made the rounds of the Gryffindor common room have then?"
"No. The only person other than myself who has seen them is Neville Longbottom. He only saw them because he opened the envelope they were in."
"Longbottom's your social secretary now?"
"You aren't going to get a rise out of me Daphne, you can quit trying. Neville was helping me because I was at his home when I received over 7000 contracts, including yours. Neville won't tell anyone, he's a good person." He looked her in the eye. "Miss Greengrass, In accordance with the old ways, I must respectfully decline your family's offer of your hand in marriage. At this time I am not looking to take a wife. At some point in the future that may change and I will certainly keep you in mind."
"Is that all?"
"Not at all. You are the first person among our classmates that was aware of the contract. What intrigued me was the photos. Why would your family do that to you?"
"How do you know that it wasn't my idea?"
"Your idea to display yourself like a piece of meat? Unlikely, especially when I looked at your eyes in the photos. The smile on your face didn't reach your eyes, they were dead and empty. The eyes of someone going through the motions, someone who doesn't expect anything good to come from her life. I recognized those eyes; I saw them every time I looked in the mirror before I managed to kill Tom Riddle." He saw the questions in her eyes. "You knew him as Voldemort."
"My father is hungry for status; everyone believed our family to be supporters of the Dark Lord, even though we were neutral. He decided that the House of Potter was on the rise, and that an alliance with you would secure a place in the new order for our family."
"I thought it might be something like that. I was wondering Daphne, would you like to go out with me?"
The girl was gobsmacked. She really hadn't been expecting that. "What?"
"Now that I can have something that resembles a normal life I would like to try dating. This Gryffindor vs. Slytherin crap has isolated most of us into our houses. My house has three girls in my year. Lavender and Parvarti do nothing for me, all they care about is fashion, makeup and divination. I like smart girls. In my house in our year, that leaves Hermione. She's with a friend and isn't available to me. That means I need to look outside Gryffindor. You are scary smart, much smarter than me, not that that is so hard. You are drop dead gorgeous, and my intelligence network tells me you have never dated since you've been here. I tried once or twice and those ended in absolute disaster. I thought that put us on equal footing."
"So, you don't want to marry me, but you want to fuck me?"
"I said date Daphne. If I wanted to fuck you I would have exercised my rights to clause nine of your contract. I would like to get to know you. If you'd like to know me, Saturday I'll be at the big oak by Hagrid's house at noon. I'll pack a picnic lunch; we can talk and get to know each other. Would you like me to escort you to lunch?"
"No, Tracey will be outside the door." She hesitated, then appeared to make a decision. "I'll meet you on Saturday, but you won't touch me."
"It's a date then. Thank you."
Harry opened the door for her, and Tracey was in deed waiting for her. Harry left the girls to go to lunch.
"What did he want?"
"He got a contract from my father as well. He was the one Daddy sent the photos to."
"What did he do?"
"He gave me the photos back and declined the contract. Then he asked me out for a date."
"He wants to get in your pants." Tracey was furious. Potter was going to pay for this.
"I thought so too. But he said that if that's what he wanted, he would have just exercised clause nine. I need to see what he was talking about." She unrolled the parchment, and scanned down to the ninth clause. The tall girl paled.
"What is it Daph?"
"Understanding that the traditional separation of Houses in Hogwarts may have left you with no personal knowledge of my daughter, I here by authorize a period of no more than ninety days for sexual experimentation between yourself and Daphne. For that period, Daphne will be yours body and soul." The Raven haired beauty looked up at her friend with tears in his eyes. "Potter turned this down. Can you imagine if Malfoy or Nott, or Zambini had been made that offer? What kind of man is Potter anyway?"