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Origins of Love (Part 1)

In Harry’s next splashdown he found himself in a familiar dark place. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was one of the many tunnels under Hogwarts. He looked at himself and saw that he was in his school robes. He looked ahead to see Hermione leading Ron and himself through the tunnels. “Come on you two. We’ve got the firewhiskey, now let’s get back to the common room!” she whispered fiercely.

Hermione? Firewhiskey? Examining his memories he quickly found that everyone else in this world that he knew were exactly the same... except for Hermione. She was not the only child of her family, now she was the oldest of three. It seemed to Harry that this must have unleashed a bit of her wilder side. She was still the smartest witch of his year, but now she also had an edginess that made her the most popular... and loosest witch of his year. He was surprised to find that she had hooked up with this Harry as well as pretty much anyone else she was drawn to. Concentrating on the most recent deviation Harry found that instead of just being rebellious and putting her homework away after the Twins made their big break from Hogwarts, she told ‘her boys’ that it was time to sneak out and get some real liquid refreshment for the celebrating Gryffindors. That was how they came to sneak out of the grounds under Harry’s cloak and down to Rosmerta’s.

He could see that they were on their way back, Harry and Ron were laden down with two caskets of firewhiskey. As they got back under the cloak Ron had the Marauder’s map out while Harry made sure the cloak remained over their persona’s. They made it to the fat lady’s painting and watched a very paranoid Ginny slide from it’s hole.

When she turned the corner Ron wondered, “What is she doing?” A pin wheel dragon flashed in the distance as Filch screamed in pain from somewhere in the depths of the building. “If she gets caught...” he sighed letting the implication hang in the air of the dank hallway.

“What about these? We can’t exactly sneak around the school carrying these.” Hermione pointed out.

“Ok, Hermione, you take the casks in to the party, Ron and I will follow our little lost lioness and report back to you when we get back.” Harry offered.

“We promise to include every little sordid detail.” Ron said with a smile.

“For all we know she could be just hooking up with some Slytherin and doesn’t want anyone to know.” Harry joked.

“Oi!” Ron exclaimed and sharply elbowed his black haired friend.

“Ok, but I want details... including the size of this blokes willy.” Hermione said as she slipped from the cloak and into the party.

Harry grimaced, “I’m not looking at the size of another man’s willy? You?”

“No.” They looked at each other before Ron sighed, “Let’s agree on a size now... five inches?”

“That wouldn’t get Ginny in the sack with a snake... at least seven.” Harry explained.

“Ok, ok, that’s enough I don’t want to think about my sister taking seven inches of a man anywhere.” He shuddered, luckily he did not see the smirk on Harry’s face as he thought, ‘Well, that’s what she did ever since we hooked up....”

Ron quickly found her on the map and they followed her down to the kitchens. They quietly entered to find Ginny talking with the head Elf. “... have an order for you from Professor Snape.”

Ron looked to Harry and mouthed, “Snape?”

“Yes, ma am.” The elf nodded and looked at the piece of paper before saying loudly, “He wants us to give this to Harry Potter?” all the elves looked up at her with accusing eyes, “Does he not realize what that boy means to all of us?”

“Yes, he does, but he and the headmaster believe that this is what will give him the power to finally defeat...” she looked at the elves and decided against using the bastard’s real name, “he who must not be named.” She took several vials from her cloak and put them on the table. “His orders are on the paper you hold.” The elf placed the orders on the table beside the vials.

“We must conference on this order as it did not come from the Headmaster himself. Come back in the morning and we will tell you our decision.”

“But, you are slaves to...”

“To the headmaster!” the now fuming elf exclaimed, “This is not a matter to take lightly!”

Ginny was obviously not prepared for their reluctance but simply nodded and headed for the door. Harry and Ron slipped over to the table and quickly grabbed the vials and the note. After Ron checked the map they immediately found the Room of Requirement.

“What is in those vials?” Ron asked.

Harry opened one and smelled it. It was the familiar scent of Amorentia... except it was quite weak. “Amorentia....” he muttered, Ron began fuming about his sister betraying his best friend but Harry simply tuned him out as he read the note in Severus’ spiked script:

Give Harry Potter a dose of this potion every morning from now until he leaves this school. It is imperative that he never finds evidence of this, so be discreet.

Harry looked up from the note and said quietly to Ron, “Ron, take the map and head back to the dorms... I’ve got some work to do.”

“Harry, mate, what...”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan forming as I speak, and it would be in your best interest to have no involvement,” he looked up from the potions and added, “at this time. Ron, let me do my part here and I promise that you will be involved in the largest prank of all time.”

Harry knew the button to push and saw his friend’s face light up, “Ok, I’ll tell Hermione that you’ll be out of touch for a few hours.” He stopped at the door and with it open he lightly tapped the wooden door with the heel of his hand as he made up his mind, “Harry, I’m sorry my sister was going to do that to you. It’s... it’s... it’s a betrayal I never knew she was capable of, and whatever you decide to do, and I mean anything, I’ll be behind you all the way.”

“Thanks.” With that Ron took one look at the map and then disappeared through the doors. Harry’s smile widened as he began working feverishly to change the Amorentia how he needed it to. With a bit extra brewing, a couple of ingredients Dobby filched for him (with a vow to never divulge his secrets) and the blood of the King Veela Harry finished what he needed by the time the sun began to rise. In the midst of this he also worked on a few vials of antidote, that he only planned on giving to a very few trusted people. He snuck back into the kitchens and then to his bed where he laid with his eyes wide open thinking over all he had done and trying to find a hole in his plans. He lay in his bed assimilating the memories of this Harry and was pleased to find what he did. This Harry was a bit smarter, more open, but other than being a lot closer to Neville there were few changes in who he hung out with. He did find that he was even more daring during the TriWizard Tournament. He stunned Victor who was under the imperious curse before he could cast an Avada Kedavra on a cornered Cedric and Fleur. Harry wondered what variation put both of them in the same place, and why Victor was going to kill instead of hurt the others. Harry stepped past that memory, there was not as much there as he wished so he decided not to waste time with that. The larger anomaly of this lifetime was Hermione. The details of her family life were coming clearer. Her younger sister Persephone, was only ten months younger, followed by her eleven year old brother, Jamison. With the other children to focus on, Hermione was not the perfect little angel to her parents as she was in Harry’s lifetime. So, she began acting out. That was interesting.

After filing away the information needed to survive this reality and melding all of his powers with this Harry he started running through the ‘prank’ he planned. He wished he had some type of mentor to talk about the fine art of pranking, some person who was like a trusted uncle, or...a... godfather.... Harry’s eyes widened and he flew to his trunk, opened the lid and dug around until he found the piece of glass he was searching for. He jumped back into his bed, closed the curtains, and cast a silencing spell before he said clearly into the mirror, “Sirius!” It took a few moments before his godfather’s image fluttered into view.

“What is it, Harry? Is it Snape?”

“No, well, I don’t know for sure. I just need to ask for some advice.” Harry paused for a second before he sighed, “But if you don’t...”

“No, go ahead.” Sirius said brightly. “It’s just that it’s so early in the...” he gave a big yawn,” morning... give me a second.”

Harry watched his godfather shake the cobwebs loose and finally smile and nod his head. “Ok, well it all started when Hermione decided that it would be a good night to sneak into Hogsmeade for some firewhiskey...” he proceeded to recount the story and explain his plans. At the end of the tale he could tell the first vestiges of light were filtering through the windows in their tower.

“Well, first of all, wow! This is a prank that far outstrips anything we ever put together! But you have to think that this is also going to cause lasting damage to your relations with many people that are currently your allies.”

“And those allies should have thought about their actions before they tried to... to... make me fall for Ginny!”

“I agree, I’m just making sure you see those sides. Another thing I think you should do is to take some advisors into this Room of Requirement... they need to be a group of your peers.”

“Why not you?” Harry asked in concern, “You would make a great advisor!”

“Yes, but I’m not always at your disposal. Your advisors should be there whenever you need them.”

“Ok, I see your point.” Harry then put to words the one hole in his plan that he found, “Sirius, do you know of a way I can talk to Gringotts from Hogwarts?”

“No, but you never know. Maybe this room of yours can provide it for you.” Sirius clipped. “Look, I hear Molly coming up the stairs and I don’t think she needs to know we have this way of talking.”

“I agree, later Sirius and thanks.” with a wink his godfather was gone and Harry was ready to see where this day led. Before he could do that, he felt a gentle breeze against his mental shields. Harry realized it was Voldemort trying to manipulate him. Well, now it is time for old Tom to get a bit of his own medicine. Harry smiled as he closed his eyes and allowed the view of the Department of Mysteries slowly enter his mind. Following the link he found the connection to Voldemort and with no warning seized upon the golden strand of thought. He rode the link into Tom Riddle’s mind and Harry decided to have a bit of fun. He started ripping parts of his mind apart, scattering his mental defenses like flies in the wind. The younger man smiled as he filled his heart with the love of his friends and family. Harry could hear the screams of pain as Voldemort’s soul began aching with sickness from the purity Harry injected into the fool. He took time to examine memories and plant thoughts of suicide, and distrust in odd places in his mind. With a triumphant grin Harry intentionally avoided finding references to Horcruxes and left the now writhing man’s mind with a hearty cheer. Back in Hogwarts, Harry shook off some of the cobwebs that had accumulated and ripped back his curtains. “Oi, Ron! Wake up.”

“Harry?” Ron jerked up quickly, “I never heard you come in.”

“Well, when you’re snoring like a bloodhound after a long hunt I would not expect you to.” Harry slipped his robe over his clothes and ordered, “Ok, let’s get down to breakfast we have a big day ahead.”

“Why do I have the feeling that I’ll remember where I was on this day for the rest of my life?” Ron asked through a yawn.

On the spur of the moment Harry walked over to Neville’s bed as he said over his shoulder, “Because you will.” he pulled back the curtains and asked, “Neville, you ready for breakfast?”

“Almost, gotta get my shoes on.” Neville answered.

“Well, hurry up, I’m going to need both of you today.” Harry walked out the door with Ron standing beside Neville. The younger of the boys looked up and asked, “What do you think he means by that?”

“I don’t know.” They hurried up and caught Harry before they entered the Great Hall. With a flourish Harry opened the doors and simply walked to the Gryffindor table. Ron and Neville walked behind him watching and waiting for something to happen. Nothing besides the expected grumbles and appreciative nods from the normal foes and allies. Ron looked over to Neville and with a questioning look simply shrugged. Harry sat down beside Hermione and immediately began filling his plate. There was small talk running about, and the Gryffindor’s settled into breakfast. Harry seemed to be playing with his glass of juice. He would take it to his lips then immediately start laughing and talking to someone near him. When he finished his meal sans juice he looked over to his friends and asked, “Ready?”

Ron gulped down the last of his hash and nodded. Neville huffed, “Yes.”

Harry whispered, “Now, when I drink my juice simply get up and follow me to the Room of Requirements.”

They nodded and Harry downed the juice in one go. “Ok, it’s done.” He got up and his two friends followed suit.

They followed immediately behind him and as the doors closed they waited again, for what seemed like nothing. Finally deciding that Harry was pulling some kind of prank on them, Ron stopped his friend and asked, “What the hell is going on?”

Harry smiled and simply pointed back down the hall from where they came. Shadows of women were following the three boys. “That’s going on. I’ll explain better when we get to the Room.” Ron did not need any more convincing and they sped up their pace just a bit. The sounds of heels quietly and stealthily stalking the trio made for an interesting soundtrack to their escape. The doors of the Room of Requirement appeared immediately for Harry who stepped inside. It was furnished as a large sitting room with a wall separating another room on the south end where they normally dueled.

“You two go on into the meeting room. I’ll get the women settled then explain everything to you.” They nodded and sat down at the small intimate meeting table the room provided just as the door first opened allowing women to pour into the sitting room. “Ladies, if you will. Please come in and have a seat, there should be more than enough comfortable seats.” A few minutes passed in which Ron and Neville could hear more voices than were in the Great Hall clamoring for Harry’s attention. “Ok, now I will call you in one at a time, or maybe two or three at a time, hell it’s my show now.” he laughed which caused all the women to start tittering. “Anyway, I will deal with each of you in a few moments, simply wait out here, and Dobby will take care of any of your wishes.”

Harry walked to the meeting room and closed the door. “Ok, I need some advisors...” Harry filled Neville in on the whole Amorentia attempt, then explained that he changed the potion to a variation of a pheromone producing potion. It did not create love, like Amorentia it simply amplified any feelings of lust one had towards another. Every woman in the room was attracted to Harry and had ‘mentally’ given herself to him at one point or another. Then he revealed his plan, “You see, these twits that put Ginny up to this think that love is my one power that I can use to kill Voldemort... well, I think it’s time I listened to them. I plan on taking over as Lord Potter, then you, Lord Longbottom, you Duke Weasley will be my advisors.”

Ron looked aghast for a moment, and asked with a mischievous smile “Why aren’t I Lord Weasley?”

“Because you have older brothers and your dad is still Lord Weasley, you prat.” Harry continued, “What I need from you two are loyalty oaths, and I will probably need you to help me navigate through some spotty political waters. Neville you are steeped in old ways traditions and can help me with wording and situations. Ron you are a strategist that can help plot out how we will change our world... all I need now is the brains to keep us on track. I’ve also came into some information last night by... well, using my link to Voldemort and it is quite disturbing. I found out why he can’t die and I need you to remember this information as we go through today. There has to be a plan to deal with his anchors. Now, it is time to bring in my third advisor.” Harry cleared his voice and called for Dobby to bring in Hermione.

She came in and her eyes fixed upon Harry. “Hermione... welcome.” she walked straight to him and knelt before her black haired lust object. Her hands went under his robe and she had slid his pants down around his ankles. She revealed his dick to the world and was about to begin kissing it before Harry stopped her. “Not yet. After you take this you may make your decision. But you will have to take this first.” he ordered holding up a vial of baby blue potion. She took it at once and seemed to come to her senses.

Hermione’s eyes cleared and she looked at his dick, “Wow, he’s much bigger than last time I saw him.” She gave it a peck then got from her position, “But I think what I’m about to hear could be much more fun.” She looked over at Ron who looked ready to burst and to Neville who was red with embarrassment, “I told you two I wasn’t a virgin... I just didn’t tell you who with. Is that a problem?” she said as she put her hands on her hips and cast a dangerous glare. The two of them both quickly shook their heads and turned back to Harry who was pulling up his pants. With that she sat down and Harry explained everything about the night, Horcruxes, and how this plan of his figured into the destruction of Voldemort to Hermione, Ron, and Neville..

“Now, I need a way to talk to the director of Gringotts.” It was as if Sirius knew something Harry didn’t. A wall sized mirror that span across each side of the room emerged and with a flicker the four of them could see a Gothic adorned office. Behind a desk was a grizzled and haggard looking goblin. “Uh, Excuse me?” Harry said getting the attention of the elder.

“Wha?? Oh my! No person has found this mirror in hundreds of years.” the goblin took a second to gather his wits and stated, “So, what do you want?”

Harry looked at the name on the desk, “Well, director Gringottson I have come into a bit of a spot and it would do well for me to take my inheritance and become Lord Potter in order to deal with this... sticky situation.”

He nodded curtly and shortly replied, “Yes... yes... I pretty much knew this would come one day.” he snapped his fingers and a large file appeared on his desk, “Let’s see what we have to work with here. Since no person has claimed the headship for three generations there may be some surprises.” he turned to the first page and nodded, “Well, let’s get it started. As the head of a most ancient and noble house your Headship Documents allow you up to twenty wives and forty mistresses.”

“Bloody hell!” Ron exclaimed, “That’s a bleeding harem!”

“Ah, I see you have chosen your advisors.” he looked down to the page and nodded, “Very well, it also says here that each of your advisors can have up to ten wives...er...and husbands, and twenty mistresses.” Harry had to keep from laughing as Ron, Neville, and Hermione’s faces turned into dramatic masks of both fear and surprise.

Harry decided to try and get them off the hook a bit, “But, director, we do not have to choose them today do we?”

“Of course not!” the goblin scoffed.

“Very well, go on.” Harry allowed.

“Well, Lord Potter, we need to deal with your life debts... and well this is odd:” he looked over the rimmed glasses at Harry and breathed, “a death debt. That is very original. But we will get to that in due time. Now with you taking over the Lordship you have to activate the debts and you can either snuff out the life of an individual or come up with some shared agreement. You have until the next full moon to settle the debts, which means you have one week.” he shuffled the papers and called out, “The first life debt is from the Weasley family... you saved the life of one Ginerva Weasley, what do you want to do with this?”

“I will work this out with the family.” he said indicating Ron.

“Ok, next is a debt involving both Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.” they looked at each other until he continued, “Seems you saved these two from dementors your third year... well, well, well. You also have a double life debt to the potential Lord Black. I am impressed young man.”

“Wait, how do I have a double life debt?”

“It says you saved him from dementors as well, and that you...and Miss Granger worked a bit of magic to save him from the dementors kiss.” the gruff goblin was quickly getting a glint in his eyes he had not possessed in several decades, “I do have to say you do get around.”

“I guess I do.” Harry thought for a second and asked, “To settle a double life debt Sirius needs to take Headship of the Black house. I have a plan but I need to discuss it with my advisors.”

“Very well, Lord Potter.”

A bit of light illuminated Harry’s mind and he asked mischievously, “So, he owes a life debt to Hermione as well?”

“Yes it does seem that way.” he waved it off and continued, “But that can be dealt with between them. Now, how do you wish to rule on the debts involving Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley?”

He looked to Hermione and nobly asked, “Do you wish to be a wife or a mistress?”

She sighed and looked over to Harry and said, “Honestly, I’ll be a mistress for you without this mess. How about you take my sister as a wife. She’s been hounding me about you for the last two years.”

“You arrange that with your father and I’ll agree.”

The Goblin cleared his throat, “Sir, I have to disagree. Miss Granger is your advisor, is she not? She is from a non magical family are you not?” When Hermione nodded her head he continued, “Then she is the first Matriarch of the Granger Line. She negotiates for her family and what she says is law, she usurps any claim her father has on her or her family. The name Granger is now on the registry of Magical names and will be passed to her oldest son, of course that is thanks to you claiming her as a trusted advisor.”

The four students were dumbstruck. “Ok.” Harry closed his jaw and looked to Hermione, “Well, that was unexpected, welcome to Pureblood Society, I’m sure Draco will welcome you with open arms.” The group held a laugh before Harry nodded to the goblin and said, “I will take Persephone Granger as a wife.” Gringottson marked the parchment and asked, “What about the debt with Ronald Weasley?”

Ron spoke up, “I am willing to allow my firstborn daughter to marry Harold James Potter when she comes of age to eradicate the life debt.”

“Ron, mate...” Harry began.

“Harry, you know that’s the easiest and best way to do this. So, shut it.”

“Yes my advisor.” he turned back to the goblin and nodded for him to carry on. “Can you simply summarize the rest of the life debts I have accumulated?”

“Yes, you have one to Arthur Weasley, Peter Pettigrew, the Diggory Family, Fleur De la Cour, and Tom Marvolo Riddle. As well as the death debt to the Diggory Family.”

“I will wait to rule on Pettigrew and Riddle. I need to do some planning, Send a missive to the Diggory Family and Fleur, I need to negotiate with them. Ron, get your dad up here at his leisure. Now, what is this death debt owed to me?”

Neville beat the goblin to the punch, “It means that you saved the soul of a member of their family. They owe you everything and you can ask them to do anything for the rest of their lives and they have to do so.”

“Oh, well, I know just what I want for them then.” Harry nodded knowingly. The Diggory’s became recluses after Cedric’s death and essentially dropped from the face of the earth. Harry found out later that Cedric’s dad committed suicide on Cedric’s birthday. Harry was intent on stopping that mess from happening. “Ok, so that wraps it up...”

“Not so fast, Lord Potter. You also have the inherited debts, obligations, and properties to deal with.” the goblin seemed to smile wider, “Your family has life debts involving the McGonagall, Johnson, Longbottom, Patil, Bones, and Greengrass families, and marriage contracts involving the Patil and McGonagall families that must produce a male heir within two years or the wives lose their magic.”

“Ok,” Harry pondered whether or not the life debts were owed in his own lifetime, but quickly put that thought away to deal with the current situations. “I can handle those...” he turned to Neville, “I am going to leave you in charge of contacting their head of families, and if Minerva is outside I will approach that subject as soon as this meeting is adjourned.”

“Harry, she is so old...” Hermione began before Harry cut her off.

Conversationally, Harry yawned, “I wish there was a book that would help explain how a wizard can heal the effects of menopause.” with a flash an ancient text landed on the table in front of them. “There we go... and, I have some secrets to take care of her appearance.” he said with a smirk as he recalled his abilities to ‘fix’ a woman’s appearance, thanks to that old world Potter family.

Hermione took the book and started mentally devouring the material. Harry smirked then turned back to the goblin and nodded, “Obligations?”

“Yes, My Lord. These are legal matters that deal with land holdings and familial obligations to the serfs who live there.”

“Very well, I will meet up with them in due time. You mentioned land holdings?”

Gringottson nodded and slipped several pieces of parchment into a drawer, “If you will open the drawer in front of you, you will find the deeds to several estates and manors from Gryffindor Keep to Godric’s Hollow. There are ten in all I’ve also left a copy of all the contracts and debts owed.” Harry looked them over, examined the dimensions and holdings before giving one each to Ron, Hermione, and Neville.

“These estates are in payment of your advisor status.” Harry held up a hand before any protests could be made and asked the goblin, “What of liquid assets?”

“20 million galleons are earned in interest a year from your holdings and it has stockpiled to 250 million galleons since you were born.”

“Very well,” Harry looked at the others and ordered, “As my advisors you will each receive an annual stipend of five million galleons, this is non-negotiable.”

The three advisors were stunned but simply nodded and said, “Thanks.”

“I know you don’t want it, but I am not going to let my closest friends go without.”

“But, Harry, I’m a Longbottom. I’m an old family who does not need...”

“Neville, then you know it has to be all above board for this to stand. So, again, shut it and do the advisable thing.” Harry smirked as the sandy haired man nodded and shut his mouth. Harry turned to the goblin and asked, “Any more surprises?”

“No, unfortunately not.”

Harry asked of the goblin, “Sir, will you please keep this meeting from the press and general public until I can act upon all my claims?”

“I will do so, Lord Potter.” the goblin bowed slightly.

“Thank you. That is all.” with a flick the mirror disappeared. Harry looked over to his advisors and said dryly, “Well, that went well.”

With decorum lost Ron started up, “Mate, what the hell have you started?”

“The downfall of Voldemort, the beginning of a new world, our indepenence... anything else?” he paused then let a large smile cross his face, “Yeah, a fucking great time for all of us!”

“So, what are you planning with all the female meat hanging out in the outside room?” Neville asked.

“Well, I’m going to start my Harem with those who owe life debts, any who do not want to marry can either join as a Mistress or if either of you two want them they can marry into yours.”

“This is all very business like, Harry.” Hermione reasoned looking up from the book.

“Why, Hermione, I’d have to say you look a bit turned on from what we’ve done so far.”

“Right I am.” she winked before sliding the book to him, “But you probably need to examine this book more than I, seeing as you and our professor have to get it on pretty quickly.”

“Yes, yes... Hermione would you pull her aside into the room and explain the conditions of the marriage contract and life debt while I examine this text?”

“Of course.” she leaned her head out found the Professor and explained the situation at a side table in hushed tunes. Harry had enough time to find the ritual he needed before Hermione brought Minerva to him. “Hermione,” he handed the text to his friend, “I need you to form these rune stones in black marble and then crush them with a silver mallet.”

She looked at the page and nodded with a saucy wink, “I will, Lord Potter. But I expect payment when this is all finished.”

Harry grinned at her invitation before turning to Professor McGonagall and handing her the baby blue potion, “So, do you understand everything, Professor?”

“Yes, I do.” she said as she gulped down the antidote. Her lustful look faded a bit to be replaced with embarrassment. “What you must think of me, Harry. I, a teacher lusting after a student...”

He placed a finger on her lips and shushed her. “I think nothing of the sort.” He whispered in her ear. Letting the finger onto her face he added softly, “From here on you will no longer be Professor McGonagall to me. You will be my Minnie.” he waited for a second for it to sink in before he continued, “Minnie, in order for us to fulfill the marriage contract and settle the life debt I must ask, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” she nodded. “But...”

“Shush!” he said posessively. “I have it all in hand.” He handed her the marriage document and said, “Sign your part,” then in an undertone he ordered, “Now take off all your clothes.”

She blanched after she signed her part of the contract and looked over to the other students and began to protest, “Harry, what are you...”

“I ordered you to do this, now do it.” She faltered a bit then did as ordered. With a now bare professor standing before them Harry stepped to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I know how to help you out in several hundreds of ways, but it will be painful. It is important for you to not move.” She nodded her head and Harry began to work. It was much harder with Minerva than Narcissa. The age was a major issue: Where Narcissa was only in her fifties, Minerva was well into her seventies. Harry ran his hands over her body several times encouraging new growth of the underlying skin. This toned her skin and removed almost all her wrinkles. Harry turned his attention to her breasts and began building muscle along her chest and removing excess fat through her pores. Harry last tended to her face and hair. All in all, she looked fifty years younger when he finished. Harry asked her to lay on a bed the room conjured for them and he began the ritual by slicing their hands he combined the blood into a pestle then healed their cuts. Harry had Minnie hold the pestle while he masturbated into the mixture then he fingered her until she too came. He diverted enough of her hormones into the pestle to begin mixing the crushed rune stones Hermione made for him.

It was after the seventh stir the clay flashed golden and then glowed brilliantly. Harry smiled, it was perfect. He spooned the mixture onto Minnie’s abdomen and smoothed it along her bare lower body. He moved it into her entrance and then lightly lined the walls of her lips with the golden clay. With precision movements Harry then began running his hands up her abdomen and amazingly, he could feel the presence of her productive parts. Smiling, Harry began working on the ovaries and feeding magic into the organs to restart production. He conditioned the tubes and vagina, then began removing the older layer of tissue that lay dormant. With ease he brought the tissue through her and it spilled out onto the mattress.

“Well, how does it feel to finally have a period after all these years?” Harry joked looking down to his wife.

“It was much better this way.” she smiled, “So, do we get to consumate the marriage now?” she winced in pain a bit as she leaned up.

“No, you need to get a nice hot bath. Your body is going to be too sore for anything like that. However, in order to keep that fine shape of yours you will have to start doing exercises and keeping in shape.” he winked.

“You saucy thing.” A large door appeared beside the bed. “I guess this is my exit.”

Harry helped her up and kissed her hand, “Until tomorrow, my Love. I will be waiting.” as she rose the bed and mess disappeared.

“So, will I.” She whispered.

He walked back to the table and could tell that they were talking about him. “So, what are you three stirring up?”

“We were just wondering why she never married with a body like that!” Ron honestly commented.

“Well, she is now. That is all that matters. Ok, Lord Longbottom, what do you have for me now?”

“I believe you should take care of the rest of the inherited debts first, Harry. So, the Patil, Bones, Johnson, Greengrass Heads of House, as well as my granmum are either outside or on their way.”

“Why do I need to take care of these first?” Harry asked curiously.

“Because they may cascade into other obligations and debts.” he looked at Harry and could tell he was confused. “Let’s say you take a wife who has no father and no brothers. The mother may decide to relinquish her head of house status to you, and then any outstanding debts she accumulated will be brought forth. Usually, this does not happen because a family does not like to remain in debt to other families for long. But, it is something we have to plan for.”

“Fine. I trust you implicitly in this manner.” Harry clapped his hands and rubbed them together, “So, who’s first?”

“The Patriarch of the Patil’s.” He announced loudly. The door opened and Sahel Patil walked in followed by his twin girls. In an undertone Neville added, “With their dad alive this should be easier. There’s no way he will relinquish control of his family to you.”

“Good.” Harry murmured. Then called loudly, “Lord Patil, I am so glad you came.”

Padma looked ready to eat Harry up on the spot, and Parvati was ready for the leftovers. So, Harry focused on their father instead. “Well, it seemed quite urgent. I assume this means that you have accepted the Lordship?”

“Yes, but I pray you keep this quiet.”

“I will.” He waved his hand to the lovely ladies, “So, which do you want as payment for the life debt I owe your father?”

“Both.” Harry responded.

“Both?” he flustered. “But what do you offer in return?”

“Sir, it is listed as a Marriage contract and a life debt. With the marriage contract being signed before the life debt was enacted it entitles me to both of your daughters. Now I could simply enslave you and take your wife and daughter as chattel. But, I would prefer to simply have your daughters as my wives.” he paused and nodded, “Of course, that could be bad for business in your case.”

“I agree.” Sahel nodded, “You are a shrewd negotiator. Do you have the contracts with you?”

“Yes.” Harry pulled the contracts from the drawer and slid them over. Sahel signed the two contracts and passed them back. “Thank you, I promise to treat your daughters with respect and dignity.”

Sahel stepped towards his daughters and kissed them on the cheeks and whispered a final good bye. “Give me many grandchildren.” He turned to Harry who took their hands in his and nodded to the older man.

“Sir, this is not a subtraction from your family. It will be an addition. You will not lose your daughters.”

Sahel laughed, “Look at their faces, young Lord Potter, they are already gone.” Harry looked to them and saw unmitigated lust and desire pouring off them. Harry smiled and bid his new father in law adieu.

As soon as the door closed Harry gave Padma and Parvati a heated kiss. A room appeared behind them and Harry could not stand the temptation. Without looking over his shoulder he called to Neville, “Nev, go ahead and deal with the other contracts... if there are any that need my discussion hold them until after I get through... negotiating the rest of this contract.”

As the door closed he heard Ron guffaw, “Lucky Bastard.” Harry stepped into an erotic dream of Palm leaves, plush Indian print cushions, and his now two beautiful naked wives. “You know, you two can talk. I’m not that controlling.”

Padma smiled, “Why talk right now? We have much better things to do with our mouths.” she kissed his lips as Parvati began removing his robe and kissing his neck. Harry could feel the buttons on his shirt coming undone and hands roaming over his chest. Parvati’s hands then went lower as she kissed down his back and encircled his cock like velvet. Harry had a hard time deciding which part he enjoyed as his pants were discarded. Was it the soft breasts of Padma, or the attentive massage of Parvati... “Aw hell, shut up mind and just enjoy it!” They finally made it to the cushions and they fell into a heap of flesh. Harry’s hands found Parvati and Padma’s sex and began fingering them simultaneously. The rhythm began rocking their hips towards him and they moaned in pleasure. Parvati locked her lips around his dick as she hungrily rode the waves of pleasure once again. Finally, she could take it no longer and Parvati took her mouth from his dick and slid her center around his meat. She could feel his dick part her swollen lips and he moaned as the warmth of his wife enveloped him. She began slowly riding him. Padma broke from their kiss and Harry allowed her to straddle his face. Harry lapped and slid his tongue in and out of a moaning Padma in time with the breathless grinding of her sister.

Harry grabbed Padma’s ass to hold her pussy in place as Parvati sped up her pace. She began rubbing her tits and surprised Padma when she slipped her other hand along her chest and pulled her back. She kissed and bit on the angled neck as her hands massaged those luscious tits. Harry focused on his Veela King aura and flashed it to rock the girls. They came violently and Parvati’s nails dug into her sister’s delicate flesh. Harry unloaded into his wife and was surprised to hear her come loudly right on the heels of her earth shattering climax minutes ago. Padma rolled over to collect herself and Harry moved over to a sweating and heavily moaning Parvati.

He called upon his veela charms and powers of sex before he asked, “I’m going to try something.” he placed his hands over her abdomen.

“Harry, I’ve got to have a son with you. I don’t think I could ever manage life as a squib...”

“That’s what I’m doing.” Harry focused and found that she had two eggs ready in her womb. Smiling, Harry focused on his sperm and could feel the gentle differences between the sperm that carried female and male chromosomes. Harry found the most powerful signatures and guided the female and male sperm each to an egg. He could feel the magical flash when the new life was conceived. After completing his task he opened his eyes and smiled to Parvati, “A boy and girl will be born from you.”

“Twins? But how did you...”

“That’s simply a power I’ve learned.” He turned to Padma and tilted his head curiously, “So, are you wanting to have a child along with your sister?”

She thought for a second and nodded, “Yes.” She crawled over to him and began kissing his chest. “Please, My Lord.”

“I think I can start liking the sound of that.” he purred into her mouth. Flashing a bit of his veela charm he felt her sigh and pull him back towards the mattresses. He could hear Parvati fingering herself as she watched Harry slam his now hard dick into Padma. There was nothing sensual about what they were doing to each other. It was an all out fuck. With every bite and scream there came a rake of fingernails on flesh. At one point she slapped Harry and ordered, “Harder!” to which he nearly broke her by slamming dick fully into her repeatedly slamming her head against the bedpost. She reached up and twisted her hands into the drapes in pleasure and pulled as she felt the fire building in her abdomen. Harry could feel his fire gathering at the base of his dick and the pulse of the fuck was pushing his limits.

“Ahhhhhh..... Oh Merlin!” she screamed as he finally released in her as well. Harry collapsed onto the mattress and kept his dick firmly planted in her as his essence coursed through the velvet tunnel into her core. Harry rolled his shoulders in enjoyment and ran his fingers through her dark hair.

“That was marvelous.” he looked to Parvati and said, “Both of you.” Harry turned his face to a now smiling Padma whose face begged for him to finish his duties. Harry relaxed and found her eggs as well and could find that they were ready as well. He focused on the two sperm that were most powerful female and male sperm and escorted them to the eggs. He could feel the life begin and smiled in wonder. “I gave you the same present. A boy and a girl.”

“Thank you.” she hugged and kissed on him.

“Loves, I have to go finish some more business, but please make yourself at home. I think I may take this room up as my quarters.” A much more settled Lord Potter exited their room to see the flushed faces of his three advisors. “What?”

“Mate, let’s try silencing spells next time!” Ron laughed. “Man, that was impressive.”

Harry could tell that he was hard and ready. He looked over and saw Hermione was flushed as well. A door appeared on the other end of the room from Parvati and Padma’s room. “Hermione, why don’t you take young Ron in there and settle him down a bit.” he winked. “I think Nev and I can handle the rest of these trivial matters.”

She looked over at the red headed young boy and purred, “Fine, but come get me when it’s time for you us to deal with Persephone.”

“I will.” Harry vowed. The door closed and Harry turned to Neville, “Ok, next?”

“Let’s go ahead and negotiate with my granmum.” Neville started to rise before he turned back to Harry and warned, “Do not think you will be doing her like Minnie! I’ll cut off your balls before I let that happen!” he had a bit of a joking air about him, but Harry could tell he meant business.

“As my advisor wishes.” Harry said with a smirk.

Neville continued to the door and brought in Augusta Longbottom. Harry stood and kissed her hand in welcome, “Madam, it is a joy to see you.”

“As it is a joy to see you.” She looked over to Neville before continuing, “Nev tells me you have chosen to formally become Lord Potter.”

“Yes, and I assume he also told you about the life debt?”

“Of course, but he did not have to do so, it was my father that was saved by your grandfather so many years ago...” she sighed a bit before continuing, “but that is neither here nor there. How do you wish to claim this debt?”

“Are there any marriage contracts available for the Longbottom line?” Harry ignored Neville’s sudden jerk in shock.

“There are two potentials, one to the Abbot Family, and another to the Lovegood family.” Augusta supressed a smile at Neville’s squirming. “Do you wish to have one of those?” Neville’s face eased a bit until he heard Harry brush it off as, “No, I want you to enforce both of those, and then I want a betrothal with a female offspring of both marriages.”

“Harry!” Neville protested, “I’m not ready for marriage!”

The dark haired prankster leaned over and with a waggle of his eyebrows said, “If I’m going down this river I’m taking at least one of my friends with me! Now, if you don’t want Luna and Hannah, I’ll gladly take them as mistresses and shag the shit out of them like common everyday whores. But, I’ve known you long enough to know you care about them.”

He swallowed his pride and nodded, “If it is what my Matron insists.”

Augusta’s eyes brightened at his acceptance. “That is what I choose. Do you have a preference of when the children will be conceived.”

“I believe Neville and I can discuss that, but I will make sure you can expect grandchildren within the next year.” Harry tried unsuccessfully to hide his laughter at how over-the-moon the eldest Longbottom was at the prospect of great-grandchildren. As the laughing lady closed the door Neville hissed, “You know I hate you now!”

“Well, after you bed those two then come back and tell me you hate me.” Harry laughed.

“How the hell am I to guarantee that I will have girls for you to...” Neville’s eyes grew enormous before he bellowed, “You mean you’re going to be fucking my daughter...ers!” He then progressed into a tirade of curses Harry had never heard from his normally peaceful friend. Harry weathered the storm rather well and waited for the squalls to die down and Neville to sit back down at the table. “Well, there you go. You better love them and treat them like queens.”

“Through?” Harry queried.

“Yes.”

“Good, now let me check them out before you bed them, and if they are ready to have a baby, then I’ll come in after you are through and I will make sure a daughter is conceived.” he saw Neville look at him suspiciously and Harry shrugged, “I have a secret power... so sue me.”

“Where did you get this power, Harry? Voldemort?”

“No. But I promise you it is safe.” Harry assured. He then looked at the folders and moved along, “So, who’s next?”

“Angelina and her mum.” Neville responded.

“Mum?”

“Yeah, this may be one of those tricky situations. Her dad died two years ago with many outstanding debts. With no head of house, their family is protected, but the moment either Angelina marries, or her mum marries, the problems and debts he either owes or is owed falls to the next head of house.” Neville shrugged, “In this case you.”

“So, then how am I able to call in this life debt?”

“Because it is owed by Angelina’s mother to your mother. It was acquired prior to Mrs. Johnson’s marriage to her husband.”

“Ok, well, let’s see where this thing leads.” Harry said loudly, “I want the Johnson family to come in here.” Just like he figured it would, the door opened and Angelina trailed her mother, Justine, into the meeting room. Harry observed the traditions once again and rose to meet the two women. Angelina was stunning as always, athletic, and seemed ready to take to the air on a broom in a moments notice. Harry saw that her mother was cut from much the same cloth. After they were seated Harry asked, “So, I am guessing you understand why you two are here?”

The elder witch nodded, “I’m guessing it has to do with Lily saving me from he who must not be named.”

“Yes.” Harry admitted. “But before I put forth the judgement upon the life debt I must ask what outstanding debts are still owed by your husband?”

“Twelve million galleons in gambling debts, a betrothal, and marriage contracts with the Zabini and Spinnet families.”

“Is that all?” Harry asked to which the fortyish MILF nodded. “Well, I guess negotiations start now.” Neville took a piece of parchment and began taking notes as Harry asked, “I will claim the life debt today, Mrs. Johnson.” she smiled at him and he continued, “I plan on taking Angelina as my wife. That will remove the debt. Now, if I’m not mistaken there is another daughter, correct?”

Her eyes darken a bit and she quietly nods, “Yes. My ten year old Harmony.”

“You hesitate.” Harry stated, “Is there something you wish to say?”

“Mr. Potter, she is precious to me... and I do not want her to be forced into a marriage with the Zabini’s. This was something Gregory came up with to remove gambling debts he accrued near the end of his life.” she paused, “I do not want her to pay for his mistakes.”

“Ok, well, I am have a proposition for you then...” Harry leaned back as a king over his subjects, “What if you become one of my mistresses, we conceive a female child for Zabini and depending on the wording of the contract, I may get an ally out of the deal that I did not expect?”

“What about the Spinnet contract?”

“Can you explain a bit more about it?” Harry encouraged.

“Well, it was originally for Alicia to marry either my son, which we never had, or my husband once she turned seventeen.” Justine leaned forward, “She is seventeen now.”

Harry had a horny smile cross his face and he said, “Well, she is a hot little chicky.” He could feel his dick growing once again and he purred, “Let me talk to her and either I’ll honor the contract or we will have a son who will honor the contract when he comes of age.” Harry looked back to Neville and asked, “Did we miss something?”

“The betrothal.” he stated evenly.

Justine nodded, “Oh, yeah. It was a betrothal between Angelina and George. We signed that back when they were born. We were worried about what would happen with he who must not be named... it was quite silly actually.”

Harry clapped his hands, “This is not a problem! I need to talk to Arthur as well. We can resolve this by the end of the day.” he looked over to Angelina and winked, “So, you think you’re up to handling me for the rest of your life?”

She smiled saucily and replied, “Potter, I can handle every bit of you.” She looked over to her mother and stated, “Don’t think I’m naive. You’re probably getting off on the idea of sexing up a girl and her mother more than anything else.”

Harry’s eyes glazed over a second then the realization hit him, “Actually, I hadn’t until you just illuminated my thinking... wow!” his inner teen ruled for a second and he laughed, “That’s bloody cool, that is!” The table laughed as he shifted a bit to get himself comfortable. He nodded to Justine, “Neville here is going to give you an address, I want you to relocate to that Manor for as long as you choose to.”

Angelina ran her hand up his thigh, “What about me?”

“Well, sign the marriage contract, and we can see where it leads from there.” he let a little veela charm seep from his core. That mixed with the Cassanova potion nearly made her soak her knickers at that moment.

“Where’s the quill?” She demanded. Neville handed her a quill that she immediately put to use. “Where to?”

Harry indicated the Patil’s bedroom. “This way.” he watched as the dread locked beauty sauntered to the door and called over his shoulder, “Neville, go ahead and take care of your two marriage contracts. It will make life so much easier when we get back.”

Harry never looked to see his friends expression as he followed in the siren’s wake. The door opened and Harry marched purposefully into the barely lit room. The door automatically shut behind him and Angelina’s brown eyes showed the hunger for lust she possessed. Harry’s eyes hardened into the sexual predator his body was ready to become and aimed his wand at Angelina, with an exaggerated flick of his wand her clothes ripped from her body and she was left with nothing to cover her god given body. He pushed the wand in his pocket then flung his own robe off. She met him half way and ripped his shirt from his chest as he undid his belt and zipped it through the loops. One hand was already digging into his pants as the other worked to release his snake from its cage.

Their tongues were working feverishly to out wrestle one another as the Patil’s drowsily looked upon the scene from their cushions. Angelina felt his pants slide to the floor and began running her hand up and down his shaft greedily. “I want you to fuck me senseless, Harry.”

“What the hell do you think I’m planning on doing?” he growled into her mouth.

“Don’t be fucking gentle...” any hope that he would be was thrown out the window when she felt the sting of his belt blister her ass.

“Is this what you want?” he snarled as he bit her lip.

“Oh God Yes!” she exclaimed with another lash on her ass.

Harry turned her around so that she could not see or kiss him and began digging one hand into her breast as the other reached her clit and firmly brought her to a small climax. They were facing the Patil’s and he ordered, “I want to watch you two while I fuck Angelina. Give me a good show.” The twins looked at each other warily. Neither had ever tried to do something like that to each other... they had experimented with other girls, but never their sisters. “NOW!” He flashed his Veela aura which caused Angelina to nearly faint as the Indian beauties jumped at his order and began kissing and fingering each other. Angelina was a good bit taller than Harry’s other wives, her long legs were also perfect for putting her ass right where Harry’s dick was pushing against her. Smiling in a near evil sex drived manner he pushed Angelina’s back down and with a thought from Harry shackles appeared and wrapped around her hands. “Keep your ass in the air.” he ordered Angelina.

The chains brought her hands flush with the floor right by her feet. The burning pain was suddenly removed when she felt him take her pussy from behind. Harry slammed into her over and over as he slapped her ass with his belt. “Feel Better?” he taunted.

“Yes!” she screamed with pleasure as he fucked her wanting pussy harder and harder. “More.” she panted. Harry watched his other loves fondling and playing with each other’s tits, pussies, and asses. He was nearly cumming at the beautiful sight, then Angelina’s howl of pleasure rocked the room and caused him to lose his focus. Jets of cum poured into her womb. She could feel the sticky liquid filling her and pouring out of her ravaged pussy. With a thought the chains unwrapped themselves and Harry lovingly brought his dark beauty up to his chest. He wrapped an arm around her abdomen and kissed on her neck.

“I’m going to love all my wives, Angelina, including you.” She turned and continued kissing him as well. They made their way to the plush cushions with the Patil - Potter’s and lay together as a family for nearly an hour just communing with each other. Harry doted on his wives and before he left he looked over to Angelina and asked, “Are you wanting kids right now?”

“No.” she shook her head, “Unless you demand them of me.”

“I will not do that at this time... maybe a few years down the road though.” he winked. “We have to give the world the greatest Quidditch player to sit on a broom one day.”

She paused and smiled, “I didn’t even think about that.” The wives shooed him away to deal with the other wives. When he entered the meeting room Harry stopped in his tracks. There on the table were a naked and thoroughly shagged Hannah Abbot and Luna Lovegood. He corrected himself when he saw Nevilled pushing a couple pieces of parchment into a drawer. It was now Hannah Longbottom and Luna Longbottom.

“Glad you’re here, I was about to come get you Lord Potter.”

“I see you took my advice... on the advisor’s table?” Harry smiled.

“Well, we both started out on the chairs... but then.. Luna suggested...”

“That’s all I need to know.” Harry walked over to Luna and put his hand on her abdomen. He looked at Luna and noticed her perky breasts and cute smile.

“I can’t fuck you now, Harry. I’m married. But if you talk to Neville he may let me and Hannah suck you off a couple of times.”

“No, Luna, that’s ok. I’ll never stand between your family...” Harry concentrated a bit before sighing, “Nev, Luna does not have any eggs ready right now. I’m guessing she just had her period a few days ago.”

“I did.”

“Well, let’s do this again next week and we’ll make sure she gives you a kiddo.” he explained.

“What if I want two?” she pouted.

“I can arrange that.”

Hannah blushed a bit when she noticed Harry eyeing her busty figure. “Neville, I could lay in bed for weeks with those tits in my face.”

“Thank you, Harry.” she purred. “But I stand by Luna’s statement a bit ago as well.” Harry finally understood and looked over to Neville. “They haven’t been given any antidote have they?”

Neville’s face went blank, “No, they haven’t.”

“Well, we’ll wait until after we do this to give it to them.” Harry looked down at Hannah and lay his hands on her abdomen. She was in the peak of her cycle. He smirked, “Any requests?”

“Well, yeah, if Luna is going to have twins, I want twins as well.” Hannah said sticking her tongue out at her sister wife.

“Ok, do you mind if I try something?”

“Go ahead.” Neville and Hannah allowed. Harry decided to see if he could do some cellular manipulation. He found the strongest female sperm and coaxed her along to one of the eggs. Harry was surprised at the jolt of power from that union. He waited and felt the egg instantly begin growing. With an intense bit of concentration he found a dividing line and carefully split the embryo. They sides recovered and Harry smiled at the presence of two growing embryos that latched upon the walls of her womb.

“Ha Ha!” he laughed triumphantly, “Identical twins!” He pumped a fist and said, “That is so Cool!”

Just after he finished with the Longbottom’s Ron’s door opened and a well fucked couple of friends happily piled out of the room. “Harry, Ron came up with the perfect idea for dealing with the double life debt owed by Sirius and how to get one of the Horcruxes.”

Ron sat down and Hermione plopped down into his lap with a kiss. Neville and Harry took seats across from them and Harry nodded, “Explain.”

Ron smirked and then if faltered a bit as he looked to Neville, “Nev, before you say anything, just let us explain.”

“Why are you needing him to be patient with this explanation...” Harry began before he felt he had caught on to what his red headed friend was leaning towards. “Oh. Well, go ahead, explain.”

“My thinking is this... Get Sirius to claim himself as the Head of the Black House, then in order to get rid of the debts, he annuls Bellatrix’s marriage and forces her to marry you.” the fury in Neville’s eyes caused Harry to hold up his hand to stop his friend from saying anything. Ron faltered a bit but focused on Harry and continued, “You can get anything that was ever given to her from her vaults, and moved to yours. That way you get the cup, and you take one of that madman’s best pieces.”

Harry looked over to Neville and sighed, “I think this is a great plan as long as one thing will happen.” The look of betrayal flashed in the Longbottom man’s eyes before Harry continued, “After the marriage, I will give her over to you for one night to do whatever you choose short of killing her or permanently incapacitating her.” Harry saw the measured look upon his friend’s face. “She will be a wife. That is the only way I can control her.”

“I will not object to you taking her, but I will not bless your arrangement.” Neville said, “As long as you give me that one night.”

“I promise.” Harry nodded. Momentarily, his mind wandered to a past life when he was supposed to marry Bellatrix as well. It was with a shock he realized he never did fulfill that promise! A sudden sense of panic filled him. What happened because of that consequence? Harry was brought back to reality by Hermione clearing her throat. Harry resolved, there was nothing he could do about it now, so he then turned to Ron and asked, “What about the other debt?”

“Well, there are two options. You can get him to annul Narcissa Black’s marriage to Malfoy, and he can marry her off to you, thus making Draco a bastard child unless you adopt him.” Ron suppressed a laugh. “That would be classic.”

Harry shook his head, “Malfoy is a pain, but he really is not an enemy. Maybe there is a way we can manipulate this fact to keep him from becoming a true to life enemy.”

“Malfoy.. Not an enemy?” Ron shrieked, “How can you say that? He is the one who...”

“I know all his little stunts. But, the true enemy here is Voldemort, I have to focus on him and how to hurt him the most. If his family still owned the Diary, then maybe I could reason that out, but they don’t! Now, let’s get over this rivalry we have and tell me what the other option is.”

Ron took a breath to get over the minor squabble he just had with Harry and said plainly, “Tonks. He could reinstate Tonks and her family then she could be claimed in the debt as a wife.”

Harry breathed a bit and sighed. Thinking quickly he did the math and said loudly, “Minnie, the Patil twins, Angelina, Bella, Tonks or Narcissa, Susan, possibly Alicia, Daphne, Ginny, one of your daughters, two of Neville’s... am I missing anyone?”

“My sister.” Hermione added as she played with Ron’s hair.

“Right, Persephone.” Harry nodded, “Fourteen wives that I really did not get to pick.” he saw the looks on their faces that showed a bit of resentment, “Don’t get me wrong, I chose to do this, but I did not choose any of them. I want some to be of my choosing. I’m going to get all six of them today, after I deal with the other debts.”

“What about Voldemort and Pettigrew.” Neville asked.

“When the timing is right, I’m going to claim their lives.” Harry called for Dobby to bring a butterbeer. “But not before then.”

The elf appeared with a bottle and Harry took a swig before Hermione nodded, “Then you need to take care of all this now. We are here to help you, so give us some tasks.”

Harry smiled with the bottle to his lips, “You are so right, my mistress.” he stopped for a second and then slid a glass to her, “You can contact Sirius with that by simply saying his name in it. I want you to negotiate with him and make him take over as head of house. Then explain what we want to do. There should be enough time for him to deal with the goblins before we make a decision between Tonks and Narcissa.” he cast his glance on Ron, “I want you to go get Draco and bring him up here. Demand of him that ‘Lord Potter wishes for detente with the Scion of the Malfoy Clan.’ and I want you to say it just like that. He can not deny that.” Ron looked like he was swallowing lemons but nodded and after giving Hermione a kiss left the room. “Nev, I want the contracts written up and finished after I consummate each marriage.” he sighed. Even for a Veela this was going to be an exhausting day. “Thank Merlin, I’m young and can last a long time!”

Neville laughed and got up, “I’ll send in Susan and Amelia Bones for you to deal with, I’ll tackle the Greengrasses.” The door opened and the Bones walked in to Harry’s usual greeting.

“Madam Bones, it is a pleasure to meet you once again.” Harry saw Susan blush a bit from behind her Aunt before Harry motioned for them to have a seat. “Madam Bones, do you know why you are here?”

“I have my suspicions, but I hope they are wrong.” she paused as Dobby gave her a glass of wine. “By the way the goblins and the women around here are acting, I would guess that you have claimed the seat of Lord Potter.”

“I have.” Harry took a swig from his drink and asked, “Why do you hope that is wrong?”

“Because, I know my niece here will get wrapped up in something much larger than either of you really know.” she leaned forward, “I don’t know if you are ready for this yet.”

“You are wise in your concerns and I appreciate your concern for your niece. But, this is going to happen. Now, I see your line owes a life debt to my family, and as the first head of house in generations, I am collecting on that debt, Madam Bones.” she was attractive but he hoped she did not call him on his next bluff, “So, will you, or a member of your family sign a marriage contract with my family. The option is for me to collect the debt with the death of the Head of the Bones family.”

She smiled a bit, “As much as I bet you and I could have fun, I will allow Susan to be the collection of the debt.”

Harry pulled out a parchment for the marriage contract and asked after he signed it, “Are there any outstanding debts I might accrue through this marriage?”

“Only a Bride Price of five million galleons.” Amelia explained. “It is standard for the Bones family.”

“Very well. No, outstanding life debts, or marriage contracts?”

“No.” She said. Then the matron laughed at the relieved sigh Harry gave, “But, I may see if I can spend some time as a mistress for you.” Her eyes grew large when she realized what she said and covered her mouth. “That was supposed to be a thought, not... uhmm... I’m sorry.” Harry then laughed as he realized that despite fighting against the draw he was exuding, she finally slipped under the influence of the pheromones.

“Well, if the time presents itself, fair Amelia, then I may just take you up on that offer.” he kissed her hand after she signed the contract and led her to the door. As the door opened Harry let his fingers travel her face and with a bit of magic he let many of her wrinkles slide away without her knowing. The bit of pain actually entranced her as he also let a hand wander to the low part of her back. Harry broke off the gift he gave her and let her back into the outer room. “Until next time.” When the door closed Harry turned back to the shy girl sitting in her chair nervously waiting for her new husband to take her.

---------------------------------------------------------- meanwhile amidst Hogwarts------------------------

Draco was suspicious. Ever since breakfast over half the female population and three quarters of the Slytherin girls had disappeared. All the female professors had disappeared. Professor Snape was of no help, since he seemed to be acting strangely all day. He kept trotting off to his dungeons and then he caught him coming out of a portrait hole well above the dungeons. Draco speared his ham in frustration and after downing the last bit of meat he saw Weasley open the door and lock eyes with him. What surprised him even more was that the red headed freak started walking directly towards him. Out of habit Draco wrapped his fingers around his wand in his pocket. Surely, Weasley was not this stupid. Oddly, the boy sat at the Slytherin table directly across from him and whispered, “Lord Potter wishes for detente with the Scion of the Malfoy Clan”

Draco could not believe his ears, “What?” loudly to which Weasley shushed him. Malfoy leaned back towards him and asked, “What is this about, Weasley?”

“I have been ordered to pass the message along, if you decide to ignore it, then go ahead. I’ve done my duty.” To which he stood up and walked out the Hall. Draco realized a summons from a powerful family Lord when he heard it, so he wiped his mouth and quickly followed him out the door.

Draco caught up and wordlessly walked behind the boy to the seventh floor. “What is this, Weasley?” The boy said nothing but simply walked in front of the wall three times and then they entered the room. Draco came up short for a second. All the females of the school who were missing were in this room. Almost all the female professors including Headmaster Umbridge were present and seemed to be talking and spending time together like friends. What in Merlin’s name could be happening. Ron led him towards another room. As he passed one door he looked in and saw Longbottom talking to Daphne and her parents. What was this about? It was all quite confusing and Draco did not know how to sort these images. They entered a long hall with a negotiating table centered. Weasley indicated for him to take a seat and then he followed suit. It was an uncomfortable silence until twenty minutes later a disheveled Harry Potter walked into the room from one of the offshoots.

Harry smiled at the blond haired boy and said, “Lord Potter welcomes you. Now to business.” Harry walked over to his seat and opened up a drawer. “Mr. Malfoy, we need to talk and what you decide today, will determine a great deal about your future. I want to seek out your advice on how to deal with a life debt that has an impact on your family.”

“I don’t owe you any life debt.” Malfoy sneered.

“Of course you don’t. But there is a Lord Black who does, well actually he owes me two. But that is not the point. As Lord Potter, I am calling in all my debts and his will be resolved as well. My question is this: Why should I not get him to annul your mother’s marriage and take her as payment?”

Malfoy stood up suddenly and drew his wand, “What! No!”

“Draco, Draco, please put the wand away, there is no need for violence.” Potter’s irritating dismissal flustered the Malfoy scion. “I simply need to know what I will get in return for preserving the marriage of Narcissa Black to Lucius Malfoy.”

Draco realized what this was designed to be and sat back down, “What do you want, Potter?”

“Besides world peace, a muggle actress as a wife, and a lifetime of sex, love, and rock and roll?” he laughed. Draco eyed him coldly. “Ok, fine, look Draco, I have a lot of shit that I’m dealing with in the next year or so and I do not want to be looking over my shoulder wondering what schemes you are coming up with.” he took a swig from his bottle, “If I leave the marriage of your parents intact will you take an unbreakable vow to never seek harm of me or my allies, never join the Death Eaters, and provide me with any information on the Dark Lord Voldemort that you come across?” Harry watched as his longtime nemesis weighed his options. “What do you say, Draco? Are you going to take the vow and remain the proud heir of the Malfoy line, or are you going to let pride blind you to reason and end up as either a bastard child or my step-son?”

A/N: This chapter was beginning to become a monster in my mind so I had to find a place to divide. This is just a natural cliff hanger, so I chose this point. Now, for some kuddos! I have been reading a fic on this site called Unchained by Lucifael (msp.) it is a brilliant fic that has a great Harry/Bellatrix underlying story. Please give it a read. I'm going to have a bit of a Bella story in the next chapter and I hope mine is even half as good as his.