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Chapter 6
This is a real harem story. Not the ones you can find everywhere about a bunch of kids having a go with Harry and Harry with them, but an official harem like the old Sultans from Turkey ages ago wi...
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Chapter 6
A/N: Editor: The Resident
Ginny and Pansy were sitting opposite Harry at the large table in the middle of conference room number one. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley had just left, and they were the only ones present in the room.
Hiphook and Bersak left the room to talk with Mr. and Mrs. Bulstrode. Mr. Bulstrode intercepted Dumbledore in the hall right outside the conference rooms and dragged the aged ex-headmaster into his conference room to discuss the details of the arranged marriage. Harry had learned from Hiphook that the future husband must pay the parents of the bride a handsome amount of money, unless the marriage contract said otherwise. With the transfer of Millicent Bulstrode to Dumbledore, Dumbledore also inherited with the transaction the marriage contract, which did not state any money. In his case, according Hiphook, he must pay the standard fee to the Bulstrode family.
Harry had asked how much the standard fee was, but Hiphook did not answer directly. He only said that this depended on the negotiations, and then smirked wolfishly.
Harry could not help but laugh. An old man of 150 years was marrying a young girl of hardly sixteen years. Ginny could not help but joke that maybe Dumbledore would get a heart attack during or after the wedding night. Pansy gave a sign of life for the first time; she smirked.
"Pansy and Ginny," Harry began carefully. "You are my slaves," he stated.
Both girls nodded miserably.
"Do you know what that means?" Harry asked, looking at the large table.
Ginny said nothing, but Pansy looked at him.
"That means that we are lower then a house elf," she said.
"Why is status so important?" asked Harry confused.
"Status in the wizarding world is everything," Pansy answered. "I don't care what you do to me, you can take me anytime you like, because you are my master, but the loss of my status is the worst that happened to me."
Ginny looked at Pansy, surprised. "Harry would never do that to us," she said. She turned to Harry. "Would you, Harry?"
"No, never I would do something like that," Harry said definitely.
Pansy snorted. "I wish that he would do that anyhow," she said. "Now I'm not only living like an elf, but I live in an absolute boredom."
"I'm sorry you feel like that, Pansy. But I refuse to misuse you, to force you to do things you don't want to do," Harry said, looking at the dark haired girl.
"And what are you going to do when I want you to take me?" Pansy asked.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, frowning and confused.
"You know exactly what I mean, Potter. "I want you to take me with violence," she answered, looking smug. "I want you to rip my clothes from my body and fuck me here on the table," she said hotly.
Harry looked deflated.
Pansy smirked. "You see? I am forced to live a life in boredom," she said. "I think that you are going to lock me up somewhere in one of your many houses, and forget me as fast as possible."
"Harry?" Ginny asked with a small voice.
"Sorry Ginny, I can't do what Pansy wants me to do," he said. "I'm not a violent person, and I can't misuse a person, not even Voldemort or Dumbledore. I'm not able to violate anyone, unless that person is a danger, and then only to take that person out."
"But I don't want that either," Ginny said hesitatingly.
"What do you want, Ginny?" Harry asked.
"I want to have as normal a life as possible," Ginny said.
"I can give you a normal life, Ginny. And the things that can't be done, we need to be creative enough to find another solution," Harry said happily.
Pansy snorted. "How can we have a normal life when we are slaves?" she asked. "Are you aware that we are not able to do any magic unless you give us your permission?" she said bitterly.
Harry frowned.
"Both of you will come with me to Hogwarts, and both of you are finishing your studies and getting your N.E.W.T.s. Do you hear me?" Harry asked emotionally.
"Yes Master," Pansy said. Ginny nodded immediately, and then looked surprised at Pansy.
"Why are you so bitter, Pansy?" Harry asked irritated.
"Because my life before I met you as a slave was already a miserable affair, and now I'm a slave. I can't sink lower then that," she answered immediately, tears in her eyes.
Pansy continued her diatribe. "You want me to go back to Hogwarts? Guess what will happen to me in the Slytherin dorms: They are going to make me do things you could not even imagine. I am a slave, and they will treat me like one. Not one soul will talk to me, except to treat me like dirt, which I am." She looked at him now, tears falling from her eyes. "You want to torture me as well... by moving me to Hogwarts?"
"What do you want, Pansy?" Harry asked patiently.
"A child," she said softly. "It is the only thing I have left." Ginny gasped.
"What happens with a child born from a slave?" Harry asked thoughtfully.
"This depends on my master," she answered.
"What do you mean?"
"The master can declare the child free when it is born. If he does, then the child will be the daughter of the master, not from the slave," Pansy said, looking lost.
"And what happens when the master does not free the child?" Harry asked hesitatingly.
"Then the child will be the daughter of the slave, not from the master," Pansy cried.
"Why do you want to have a child? Whatever happens, you are always unhappy," Harry said.
"Not with a child," Pansy repeated stubbornly.
Harry looked for a moment at Pansy, then at Ginny.
"What would you say if I gave you all the riches you can imagine?" Harry asked, unsure of himself where this would lead to.
"Ah, you mean locking us up somewhere?" Pansy said bitterly.
"No, I won't lock you up," Harry said fiercely.
Pansy laughed. "That might be your intention now, but what about later when you get enough of us? You have also five wives to take care of, and those wives would not like to see us around."
Harry felt terrible, how could she think that?
"I would never..." began Harry.
"You would not... maybe, but your wives would," Pansy interrupted. "We are your personal slaves, don't forget that. Your wives will see us as your sex-tools and a threat. Women can be devious, and they will find a way to push us somewhere in a far away property you have."
Harry looked shocked. He had never considered that.
"You are going to have five wives, and one of them will be your most favourite, what ever you do. She will be the alpha wife. She will rule your house holding, and she will decide who is doing what when, and that will include you and us. And don't forget, men might think that they are the boss, but the woman is the one who truly rules."
Harry looked disheartened at Pansy and sighed.
"That sounds about right," Ginny said.
"That is the reason why I want to have a child," Pansy said. "I don't see you giving up any wife from an arranged marriage, because you can't." She smirked, raised her eyebrows and looked at him squarely in the eyes.
"What do you have to say about that, do-gooder?" she smirked.
Harry looked at Ginny, who was smirking as well. "Don't ask me, Harry. What Pansy said makes a lot of sense. Living in the Gryffindor dormitory does not look like fun to me, especially when I am a slave," she said.
"And what do you say if you live with me in Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"Doesn't matter, we are not able to socialize with anyone. I truly prefer that we live somewhere else, pregnant and all," Pansy smirked.
Harry looked painfully at the two girls, who were defiantly staring back, and he grimaced.
"And you must hurry with impregnating us," Pansy said. "I want to be pregnant before you can marry any of your wives," she said.
"Us?" Ginny asked icily.
"When you want to be locked up, be my guest. I think the moment Harry marries his wives, the first thing they are going to do is send you to Alaska." She smirked. "When you are pregnant, nobody sends you anywhere, and you have a lot of leverage, especially when Potter decides to give the child his or her freedom. And the children will be Potter's first born, and that means they are Potter's heirs."
Ginny looked at Harry thoughtfully, and Harry began to squirm on his chair uncomfortably.
"Right," Ginny said, still staring at Harry.
"Right?" Harry asked hesitating.
"That's right," laughed Ginny. "Harry, you look like a poor animal caught in the headlights." She laughed, and Pansy smiled.
"At least you can smile," Harry said to Pansy.
"When you make us pregnant, then I will smile a lot more," she said huskily.
Harry gulped. Where was Hiphook, Dumbledore or Voldemort when you needed them the most?
The door opened, and said Hiphook entered the room, followed by Bellatrix and Narcissa Black. Harry tensed and his hand went to his wand, but did not pull it.
Both sisters were staring at Harry, then to the two girls.
"Who are they and what are they doing here?" Narcissa said with authoritative voice.
"They are the personal slaves of Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor and he is your Patriarch," said Hiphook, looking pointedly at Harry. Behind Hiphook came four Goblin warriors; two of them walked toward Harry and positioned themselves behind him.
This move did not go unnoticed by the sisters.
"Slaves, you said?" Narcissa asked bitingly.
She looked briefly at the girls. "Ah, Parkinson, a steep fall from the very heights," she muttered. Then she recognized Ginny. "The daughter of the muggle loving fool," she said, smirking. "I always knew that your father was a fool, but I did not realize that he was stupid as well," she said with a laugh.
"Narcissa Black, you shut up," Harry yelled.
Narcissa was shocked, her mouth fell open.
"Bellatrix, you are a murderer, who murdered my godfather and your own family," bellowed Harry. "You are a kin-murderer."
Bellatrix said nothing. She was surprised by the intensity of Potter's eyes; they were like burning holes. She looked intently at the floor, said nothing, and did not move a muscle, waiting for the inevitable.
Narcissa looked at Bellatrix, surprised, and raised her eyebrows.
"Why did you divorce me?" asked Narcissa. "I had a perfect life at Malfoy manor, no dreaded husbands, no problems, and I had all the things I wanted in life. And you come bursting in my life by killing the very thing I had."
"Because I could damage Voldemort with divorcing you," Harry said.
"You did not damage a thing," Narcissa yelled. "The only thing you did was bring me personally down. I despise you, you little freak! I hope that the Dark Lord will kill you slowly," Narcissa screamed.
Everyone was quiet after Narcissa was done; nobody moved.
Harry started to laugh and pointed at the Black sisters.
"You see, Pansy? In a way you are right," he said, still looking at the sisters Black. "I don't want to spend too much time on this garbage standing here in front of me, so I will make it quick. Hiphook, do you know if I have any property as far away from England as possible?"
"Yes, my Lord. I know of a property in Greenland, which you own. It is a medieval castle where nobody lives, except one old house elf."
Harry smirked. "Perfect," he said. "As Patriarch of the Family Black, I send you both to that nice place in Greenland, and I will allow Kreacher to go with you. Off you go," Harry said still smiling as he waved the Black sisters away.
The Black sisters were frozen in horror and did not move for several seconds. Pansy and Ginny were smirking evilly.
"High trees catch a lot of wind," Pansy leered.
Two Goblin warriors grabbed the arms of the Black sisters and lead them away. Before Narcissa Black left the room, she turned her head and looked hatefully at Harry.
"Damn you, Potter. May you burn in hell," she screamed, and the door closed behind her.
Hiphook laughed. "Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor, you had that handled masterfully. I don't know where you have learned such good diplomacy in such short time, but I admire what you did to the Black sisters."
"Harry laughed as well. "I had good teachers," he said, pointedly looking at a smirking Pansy.
"There might be something good in you, Potter," she said. "I believe that the parents of your future wives are waiting for you," she said.
Harry looked at Hiphook. "You can't hire her, she is mine." Hiphook laughed. "Yes, your Lordship."
Hiphook turned to Bersak. "Bersak, bring them in."
Bersak left the conference room, and soon came back followed by six elderly persons, Lavender, Hannah and a girl with very long red hair which reaching over her hips, large deep blue, piercing eyes and slightly tanned skin.
Bersak looked at Hiphook, who nodded. He turned to Harry. "My Lord, may I introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Brown, Mr. and Mrs. Abbott, Mr. and Mrs. Delacour, Lavender Brown, Hannah Abbott and Métier Delacour," he said formally.
Harry was already standing and bowed his head slightly. He had no idea how he suppose to act, but he remembered several black and white movies he had seen on TV. He remembered that he needed the back of the hand of the older ladies, shake hands with the men, and nod to the younger girls. Harry swallowed.
Harry thought it was better to take the initiative, because the silence would grow awkward within several seconds. He felt the eyes from all the nine people present here burning holes in his head.
He walked forward and approached the elder people behind Lavender. He assumed they were her parents. He nodded smilingly at Lavender and focused on her father.
"Mr. Brown? My name is Harry Potter, Sir." Harry held out his hand. Mr. Brown looked at him under his bushy eyebrows; he was slightly balding, short man, somewhat plump but with a friendly expression in his brown eyes. Mr. Brown smiled broadly and shook Harry's hand easily.
"Lord Potter," Mr. Brown said. "It is a pleasure to meet you. May I introduce you to my wife, Alicia Brown?" He waved with his other hand to his wife next to him.
Harry continued to introduce him self to all the parents and the girls and they soon sat awkwardly around the large meeting table.
Harry felt that the introduction went reasonably well, and he managed not to embarrass himself too much. He knew that he was doing it reasonably, because during the introductions, Hiphook and Bersak nodded encouraging at him.
"Well, Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor, you know why we are here," began Mr. Brown.
"Please, call me Harry," said Harry. "All those titles sound long and uneasy."
He saw that he made a mistake, because the eyebrows of Mrs. Delacour went up immediately, while the eyes of her daughter Métier widened after his declaration. Hannah and Lavender smirked.
Probably Hannah felt sorry for him and she took the initiative. "I knew you would say that, Harry. You always like that people to feel easy around you," she said, looking pointedly at him. He understood what her message was... come to the point quickly.
"We are all here to negotiate the marriage contracts and to arrange the details," Harry said quickly.
Mrs. Abbott looked quickly at her daughter, then back to Harry. "I believe that you met each other a short while ago to talk about the pending marriage, my Lord?" she said lightly.
"Yes, Mrs. Abbot," Harry answered politely.
"How old are you, Mr. Potter?" asked Mr. Delacour.
"Old enough to be a Lord, Mr. Delacour," Harry answered with a dry voice.
"Ah, a fighter," said Mrs. Delacour approvingly.
"I am not here to play games, Mrs. And Mr. Delacour; I am here to talk about the pending marriages, and I don't have time for anything else. So please come to the point, so we can all leave to do our things." Harry looked pointedly at the pile of papers of Hiphook.
"Well," huffed Mr. Delacour.
"I am afraid that his Lordship is right, Mr. Delacour," commented Hiphook. "Let's all talk business here." He took the pile of papers, sorted them and laid them in three stacks.
"The first contract is the marriage contract between Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor and Métier Delacour," he said. "This contract does not describe many details, so I will ask the standard questions."
Hiphook turned to Harry.
"Are you willing to pay ten thousands Galleons for Métier Delacour?" he asked Harry.
Harry looked at Métier. He thought to ask what she could offer him to make her worth so much money, but he kept his remarks to himself. He looked at the girl and said nothing.
The quietness became uneasy, and Mr. Delacour shifted in his chair.
"Is there something wrong, Lord Gryffindor?" Mrs. Delacour asked worriedly.
Harry turned at Hiphook. "Are all contracts lacking the necessary details about the monies?"
Hiphook nodded in conformation.
"Well then," Harry said with a smirk. "I start with one thousand Galleons for each girl."
Everyone, except the smirking Goblins, was shocked by Harry's statement.
Hiphook tried to keep his face neutral, and turned to the parents. "Do you accept this generous offer from his Lordship?"
"Generous offer!" exclaimed Mr. Abbott. "This is an outrage!"
"How much do you want Mr. Abbott?" Harry asked.
"Twenty five," said Mr. Abbott.
"Two thousand," replied Harry, amused.
"Are you laughing, Mr. Potter?" asked an angry Mr. Delacour.
"Not laughing, Mr. Delacour. I am only amused that you try to irritate me before you start the negotiations. That meant that the market value of your daughter went down by several thousands of Galleons," said Harry with a sneer.
He could hear Pansy laughing in the background.
"Who are they?" asked Mr. Delacour, pointing impolitely at Pansy and Ginny.
"Those are my personal slaves," Harry answered. "They are also none of your business." Métier stared daggers at the two girls.
"I offered two thousand Galleons, Mr. Delacour. What do you say?" teased Harry.
"This is an insult," Mr. Delacour said hotly.
"We are here to negotiate the marriage with your daughter and me, and when you walk out of here without completing the negotiations, what happens then, Master Hiphook?" asked Harry with an innocent face.
"Then Mr. Delacour will suffer the consequences of a broken contract," grinned Hiphook.
"But if I walk out of these negotiations, if you can call that, I would walk out because of the unreasonable behaviour of Mr. Potter here," whinged Mr. Delacour.
"That is not correct, Mr. Delacour. First of all it is Lord Gryffindor for you, and second of all, his starting bid was one thousand Galleons and he increased his opening bid by 100, I think that is very reasonable," Hiphook said, his eyes twinkling merrily.
Mr. Delacour huffed, but said nothing more.
Mrs. Delacour stood up and looked at Harry. "Lord Gryffindor, excuse my husband, he is somewhat emotional, especially when there is business concerning his precious daughter," she said, staring daggers at her husband.
"I want to offer ten thousand Galleons for my daughter in my husband's name," she said as she sat down.
Harry looked at Mrs. Delacour. "Six thousand Galleons," Harry said.
Mr. Brown cleared his throat.
"Twenty five thousand Galleons are acceptable, Mr. Brown," said Harry.
Mr. Brown's eyes widened.
"Excuse me?" he asked, astonished.
"You heard me, Mr. Brown. Twenty five thousand Galleons are acceptable," Harry answered calmly, still looking at Mr. Delacour. "You are a decent man, and that reflects on your daughter, Sir."
He turned to Mr. and Mrs. Abbott. "Is twenty five thousand Galleons a reasonable offer?" he asked.
Mr. and Mrs. Abbott nodded surprised.
He turned back to Mr. and Mrs. Delacour. "I have just sent two women to a remote castle in Greenland, with only two old elves and a lot of snow to amuse themselves," he said. He waited several seconds.
"Your daughter can follow them," Harry said.
Mr. and Mrs. Delacour looked horrified at Harry, then to Hiphook.
Hiphook nodded. "He can do that easily," Hiphook said.
Mr. and Mrs. Delacour looked at Harry, beaten. "What do you want?" Mrs. Delacour asked.
"Six thousand Galleons," Harry said.
"We accept," Mrs. Delacour said immediately. "But you don't send her away to that castle."
"No," Harry answered.
"Who is paying for the wedding?" asked Hiphook.
"I do," Harry said.
"Where is the wedding taking place?" Hiphook asked.
"At the Gryffindor castle," Harry answered.
"When is the wedding?" Hiphook asked.
"Wait until the last day possible," Harry said.
"Any questions?" Hiphook asked everyone.
Nobody said a word.
"Good, this is decided. Everyone must sign the new contracts and be on your way." Hiphook smirked. He motioned Bersak and both of them started to work on the parchments.
A/N: Editor: The Resident
Ginny and Pansy were sitting opposite Harry at the large table in the middle of conference room number one. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley had just left, and they were the only ones present in the room.
Hiphook and Bersak left the room to talk with Mr. and Mrs. Bulstrode. Mr. Bulstrode intercepted Dumbledore in the hall right outside the conference rooms and dragged the aged ex-headmaster into his conference room to discuss the details of the arranged marriage. Harry had learned from Hiphook that the future husband must pay the parents of the bride a handsome amount of money, unless the marriage contract said otherwise. With the transfer of Millicent Bulstrode to Dumbledore, Dumbledore also inherited with the transaction the marriage contract, which did not state any money. In his case, according Hiphook, he must pay the standard fee to the Bulstrode family.
Harry had asked how much the standard fee was, but Hiphook did not answer directly. He only said that this depended on the negotiations, and then smirked wolfishly.
Harry could not help but laugh. An old man of 150 years was marrying a young girl of hardly sixteen years. Ginny could not help but joke that maybe Dumbledore would get a heart attack during or after the wedding night. Pansy gave a sign of life for the first time; she smirked.
"Pansy and Ginny," Harry began carefully. "You are my slaves," he stated.
Both girls nodded miserably.
"Do you know what that means?" Harry asked, looking at the large table.
Ginny said nothing, but Pansy looked at him.
"That means that we are lower then a house elf," she said.
"Why is status so important?" asked Harry confused.
"Status in the wizarding world is everything," Pansy answered. "I don't care what you do to me, you can take me anytime you like, because you are my master, but the loss of my status is the worst that happened to me."
Ginny looked at Pansy, surprised. "Harry would never do that to us," she said. She turned to Harry. "Would you, Harry?"
"No, never I would do something like that," Harry said definitely.
Pansy snorted. "I wish that he would do that anyhow," she said. "Now I'm not only living like an elf, but I live in an absolute boredom."
"I'm sorry you feel like that, Pansy. But I refuse to misuse you, to force you to do things you don't want to do," Harry said, looking at the dark haired girl.
"And what are you going to do when I want you to take me?" Pansy asked.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, frowning and confused.
"You know exactly what I mean, Potter. "I want you to take me with violence," she answered, looking smug. "I want you to rip my clothes from my body and fuck me here on the table," she said hotly.
Harry looked deflated.
Pansy smirked. "You see? I am forced to live a life in boredom," she said. "I think that you are going to lock me up somewhere in one of your many houses, and forget me as fast as possible."
"Harry?" Ginny asked with a small voice.
"Sorry Ginny, I can't do what Pansy wants me to do," he said. "I'm not a violent person, and I can't misuse a person, not even Voldemort or Dumbledore. I'm not able to violate anyone, unless that person is a danger, and then only to take that person out."
"But I don't want that either," Ginny said hesitatingly.
"What do you want, Ginny?" Harry asked.
"I want to have as normal a life as possible," Ginny said.
"I can give you a normal life, Ginny. And the things that can't be done, we need to be creative enough to find another solution," Harry said happily.
Pansy snorted. "How can we have a normal life when we are slaves?" she asked. "Are you aware that we are not able to do any magic unless you give us your permission?" she said bitterly.
Harry frowned.
"Both of you will come with me to Hogwarts, and both of you are finishing your studies and getting your N.E.W.T.s. Do you hear me?" Harry asked emotionally.
"Yes Master," Pansy said. Ginny nodded immediately, and then looked surprised at Pansy.
"Why are you so bitter, Pansy?" Harry asked irritated.
"Because my life before I met you as a slave was already a miserable affair, and now I'm a slave. I can't sink lower then that," she answered immediately, tears in her eyes.
Pansy continued her diatribe. "You want me to go back to Hogwarts? Guess what will happen to me in the Slytherin dorms: They are going to make me do things you could not even imagine. I am a slave, and they will treat me like one. Not one soul will talk to me, except to treat me like dirt, which I am." She looked at him now, tears falling from her eyes. "You want to torture me as well... by moving me to Hogwarts?"
"What do you want, Pansy?" Harry asked patiently.
"A child," she said softly. "It is the only thing I have left." Ginny gasped.
"What happens with a child born from a slave?" Harry asked thoughtfully.
"This depends on my master," she answered.
"What do you mean?"
"The master can declare the child free when it is born. If he does, then the child will be the daughter of the master, not from the slave," Pansy said, looking lost.
"And what happens when the master does not free the child?" Harry asked hesitatingly.
"Then the child will be the daughter of the slave, not from the master," Pansy cried.
"Why do you want to have a child? Whatever happens, you are always unhappy," Harry said.
"Not with a child," Pansy repeated stubbornly.
Harry looked for a moment at Pansy, then at Ginny.
"What would you say if I gave you all the riches you can imagine?" Harry asked, unsure of himself where this would lead to.
"Ah, you mean locking us up somewhere?" Pansy said bitterly.
"No, I won't lock you up," Harry said fiercely.
Pansy laughed. "That might be your intention now, but what about later when you get enough of us? You have also five wives to take care of, and those wives would not like to see us around."
Harry felt terrible, how could she think that?
"I would never..." began Harry.
"You would not... maybe, but your wives would," Pansy interrupted. "We are your personal slaves, don't forget that. Your wives will see us as your sex-tools and a threat. Women can be devious, and they will find a way to push us somewhere in a far away property you have."
Harry looked shocked. He had never considered that.
"You are going to have five wives, and one of them will be your most favourite, what ever you do. She will be the alpha wife. She will rule your house holding, and she will decide who is doing what when, and that will include you and us. And don't forget, men might think that they are the boss, but the woman is the one who truly rules."
Harry looked disheartened at Pansy and sighed.
"That sounds about right," Ginny said.
"That is the reason why I want to have a child," Pansy said. "I don't see you giving up any wife from an arranged marriage, because you can't." She smirked, raised her eyebrows and looked at him squarely in the eyes.
"What do you have to say about that, do-gooder?" she smirked.
Harry looked at Ginny, who was smirking as well. "Don't ask me, Harry. What Pansy said makes a lot of sense. Living in the Gryffindor dormitory does not look like fun to me, especially when I am a slave," she said.
"And what do you say if you live with me in Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"Doesn't matter, we are not able to socialize with anyone. I truly prefer that we live somewhere else, pregnant and all," Pansy smirked.
Harry looked painfully at the two girls, who were defiantly staring back, and he grimaced.
"And you must hurry with impregnating us," Pansy said. "I want to be pregnant before you can marry any of your wives," she said.
"Us?" Ginny asked icily.
"When you want to be locked up, be my guest. I think the moment Harry marries his wives, the first thing they are going to do is send you to Alaska." She smirked. "When you are pregnant, nobody sends you anywhere, and you have a lot of leverage, especially when Potter decides to give the child his or her freedom. And the children will be Potter's first born, and that means they are Potter's heirs."
Ginny looked at Harry thoughtfully, and Harry began to squirm on his chair uncomfortably.
"Right," Ginny said, still staring at Harry.
"Right?" Harry asked hesitating.
"That's right," laughed Ginny. "Harry, you look like a poor animal caught in the headlights." She laughed, and Pansy smiled.
"At least you can smile," Harry said to Pansy.
"When you make us pregnant, then I will smile a lot more," she said huskily.
Harry gulped. Where was Hiphook, Dumbledore or Voldemort when you needed them the most?
The door opened, and said Hiphook entered the room, followed by Bellatrix and Narcissa Black. Harry tensed and his hand went to his wand, but did not pull it.
Both sisters were staring at Harry, then to the two girls.
"Who are they and what are they doing here?" Narcissa said with authoritative voice.
"They are the personal slaves of Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor and he is your Patriarch," said Hiphook, looking pointedly at Harry. Behind Hiphook came four Goblin warriors; two of them walked toward Harry and positioned themselves behind him.
This move did not go unnoticed by the sisters.
"Slaves, you said?" Narcissa asked bitingly.
She looked briefly at the girls. "Ah, Parkinson, a steep fall from the very heights," she muttered. Then she recognized Ginny. "The daughter of the muggle loving fool," she said, smirking. "I always knew that your father was a fool, but I did not realize that he was stupid as well," she said with a laugh.
"Narcissa Black, you shut up," Harry yelled.
Narcissa was shocked, her mouth fell open.
"Bellatrix, you are a murderer, who murdered my godfather and your own family," bellowed Harry. "You are a kin-murderer."
Bellatrix said nothing. She was surprised by the intensity of Potter's eyes; they were like burning holes. She looked intently at the floor, said nothing, and did not move a muscle, waiting for the inevitable.
Narcissa looked at Bellatrix, surprised, and raised her eyebrows.
"Why did you divorce me?" asked Narcissa. "I had a perfect life at Malfoy manor, no dreaded husbands, no problems, and I had all the things I wanted in life. And you come bursting in my life by killing the very thing I had."
"Because I could damage Voldemort with divorcing you," Harry said.
"You did not damage a thing," Narcissa yelled. "The only thing you did was bring me personally down. I despise you, you little freak! I hope that the Dark Lord will kill you slowly," Narcissa screamed.
Everyone was quiet after Narcissa was done; nobody moved.
Harry started to laugh and pointed at the Black sisters.
"You see, Pansy? In a way you are right," he said, still looking at the sisters Black. "I don't want to spend too much time on this garbage standing here in front of me, so I will make it quick. Hiphook, do you know if I have any property as far away from England as possible?"
"Yes, my Lord. I know of a property in Greenland, which you own. It is a medieval castle where nobody lives, except one old house elf."
Harry smirked. "Perfect," he said. "As Patriarch of the Family Black, I send you both to that nice place in Greenland, and I will allow Kreacher to go with you. Off you go," Harry said still smiling as he waved the Black sisters away.
The Black sisters were frozen in horror and did not move for several seconds. Pansy and Ginny were smirking evilly.
"High trees catch a lot of wind," Pansy leered.
Two Goblin warriors grabbed the arms of the Black sisters and lead them away. Before Narcissa Black left the room, she turned her head and looked hatefully at Harry.
"Damn you, Potter. May you burn in hell," she screamed, and the door closed behind her.
Hiphook laughed. "Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor, you had that handled masterfully. I don't know where you have learned such good diplomacy in such short time, but I admire what you did to the Black sisters."
"Harry laughed as well. "I had good teachers," he said, pointedly looking at a smirking Pansy.
"There might be something good in you, Potter," she said. "I believe that the parents of your future wives are waiting for you," she said.
Harry looked at Hiphook. "You can't hire her, she is mine." Hiphook laughed. "Yes, your Lordship."
Hiphook turned to Bersak. "Bersak, bring them in."
Bersak left the conference room, and soon came back followed by six elderly persons, Lavender, Hannah and a girl with very long red hair which reaching over her hips, large deep blue, piercing eyes and slightly tanned skin.
Bersak looked at Hiphook, who nodded. He turned to Harry. "My Lord, may I introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Brown, Mr. and Mrs. Abbott, Mr. and Mrs. Delacour, Lavender Brown, Hannah Abbott and Métier Delacour," he said formally.
Harry was already standing and bowed his head slightly. He had no idea how he suppose to act, but he remembered several black and white movies he had seen on TV. He remembered that he needed the back of the hand of the older ladies, shake hands with the men, and nod to the younger girls. Harry swallowed.
Harry thought it was better to take the initiative, because the silence would grow awkward within several seconds. He felt the eyes from all the nine people present here burning holes in his head.
He walked forward and approached the elder people behind Lavender. He assumed they were her parents. He nodded smilingly at Lavender and focused on her father.
"Mr. Brown? My name is Harry Potter, Sir." Harry held out his hand. Mr. Brown looked at him under his bushy eyebrows; he was slightly balding, short man, somewhat plump but with a friendly expression in his brown eyes. Mr. Brown smiled broadly and shook Harry's hand easily.
"Lord Potter," Mr. Brown said. "It is a pleasure to meet you. May I introduce you to my wife, Alicia Brown?" He waved with his other hand to his wife next to him.
Harry continued to introduce him self to all the parents and the girls and they soon sat awkwardly around the large meeting table.
Harry felt that the introduction went reasonably well, and he managed not to embarrass himself too much. He knew that he was doing it reasonably, because during the introductions, Hiphook and Bersak nodded encouraging at him.
"Well, Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor, you know why we are here," began Mr. Brown.
"Please, call me Harry," said Harry. "All those titles sound long and uneasy."
He saw that he made a mistake, because the eyebrows of Mrs. Delacour went up immediately, while the eyes of her daughter Métier widened after his declaration. Hannah and Lavender smirked.
Probably Hannah felt sorry for him and she took the initiative. "I knew you would say that, Harry. You always like that people to feel easy around you," she said, looking pointedly at him. He understood what her message was... come to the point quickly.
"We are all here to negotiate the marriage contracts and to arrange the details," Harry said quickly.
Mrs. Abbott looked quickly at her daughter, then back to Harry. "I believe that you met each other a short while ago to talk about the pending marriage, my Lord?" she said lightly.
"Yes, Mrs. Abbot," Harry answered politely.
"How old are you, Mr. Potter?" asked Mr. Delacour.
"Old enough to be a Lord, Mr. Delacour," Harry answered with a dry voice.
"Ah, a fighter," said Mrs. Delacour approvingly.
"I am not here to play games, Mrs. And Mr. Delacour; I am here to talk about the pending marriages, and I don't have time for anything else. So please come to the point, so we can all leave to do our things." Harry looked pointedly at the pile of papers of Hiphook.
"Well," huffed Mr. Delacour.
"I am afraid that his Lordship is right, Mr. Delacour," commented Hiphook. "Let's all talk business here." He took the pile of papers, sorted them and laid them in three stacks.
"The first contract is the marriage contract between Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor and Métier Delacour," he said. "This contract does not describe many details, so I will ask the standard questions."
Hiphook turned to Harry.
"Are you willing to pay ten thousands Galleons for Métier Delacour?" he asked Harry.
Harry looked at Métier. He thought to ask what she could offer him to make her worth so much money, but he kept his remarks to himself. He looked at the girl and said nothing.
The quietness became uneasy, and Mr. Delacour shifted in his chair.
"Is there something wrong, Lord Gryffindor?" Mrs. Delacour asked worriedly.
Harry turned at Hiphook. "Are all contracts lacking the necessary details about the monies?"
Hiphook nodded in conformation.
"Well then," Harry said with a smirk. "I start with one thousand Galleons for each girl."
Everyone, except the smirking Goblins, was shocked by Harry's statement.
Hiphook tried to keep his face neutral, and turned to the parents. "Do you accept this generous offer from his Lordship?"
"Generous offer!" exclaimed Mr. Abbott. "This is an outrage!"
"How much do you want Mr. Abbott?" Harry asked.
"Twenty five," said Mr. Abbott.
"Two thousand," replied Harry, amused.
"Are you laughing, Mr. Potter?" asked an angry Mr. Delacour.
"Not laughing, Mr. Delacour. I am only amused that you try to irritate me before you start the negotiations. That meant that the market value of your daughter went down by several thousands of Galleons," said Harry with a sneer.
He could hear Pansy laughing in the background.
"Who are they?" asked Mr. Delacour, pointing impolitely at Pansy and Ginny.
"Those are my personal slaves," Harry answered. "They are also none of your business." Métier stared daggers at the two girls.
"I offered two thousand Galleons, Mr. Delacour. What do you say?" teased Harry.
"This is an insult," Mr. Delacour said hotly.
"We are here to negotiate the marriage with your daughter and me, and when you walk out of here without completing the negotiations, what happens then, Master Hiphook?" asked Harry with an innocent face.
"Then Mr. Delacour will suffer the consequences of a broken contract," grinned Hiphook.
"But if I walk out of these negotiations, if you can call that, I would walk out because of the unreasonable behaviour of Mr. Potter here," whinged Mr. Delacour.
"That is not correct, Mr. Delacour. First of all it is Lord Gryffindor for you, and second of all, his starting bid was one thousand Galleons and he increased his opening bid by 100, I think that is very reasonable," Hiphook said, his eyes twinkling merrily.
Mr. Delacour huffed, but said nothing more.
Mrs. Delacour stood up and looked at Harry. "Lord Gryffindor, excuse my husband, he is somewhat emotional, especially when there is business concerning his precious daughter," she said, staring daggers at her husband.
"I want to offer ten thousand Galleons for my daughter in my husband's name," she said as she sat down.
Harry looked at Mrs. Delacour. "Six thousand Galleons," Harry said.
Mr. Brown cleared his throat.
"Twenty five thousand Galleons are acceptable, Mr. Brown," said Harry.
Mr. Brown's eyes widened.
"Excuse me?" he asked, astonished.
"You heard me, Mr. Brown. Twenty five thousand Galleons are acceptable," Harry answered calmly, still looking at Mr. Delacour. "You are a decent man, and that reflects on your daughter, Sir."
He turned to Mr. and Mrs. Abbott. "Is twenty five thousand Galleons a reasonable offer?" he asked.
Mr. and Mrs. Abbott nodded surprised.
He turned back to Mr. and Mrs. Delacour. "I have just sent two women to a remote castle in Greenland, with only two old elves and a lot of snow to amuse themselves," he said. He waited several seconds.
"Your daughter can follow them," Harry said.
Mr. and Mrs. Delacour looked horrified at Harry, then to Hiphook.
Hiphook nodded. "He can do that easily," Hiphook said.
Mr. and Mrs. Delacour looked at Harry, beaten. "What do you want?" Mrs. Delacour asked.
"Six thousand Galleons," Harry said.
"We accept," Mrs. Delacour said immediately. "But you don't send her away to that castle."
"No," Harry answered.
"Who is paying for the wedding?" asked Hiphook.
"I do," Harry said.
"Where is the wedding taking place?" Hiphook asked.
"At the Gryffindor castle," Harry answered.
"When is the wedding?" Hiphook asked.
"Wait until the last day possible," Harry said.
"Any questions?" Hiphook asked everyone.
Nobody said a word.
"Good, this is decided. Everyone must sign the new contracts and be on your way." Hiphook smirked. He motioned Bersak and both of them started to work on the parchments.
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