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Chapter 8
A/N: Editor: The Resident

Nasar, the Head of Security, was sitting in front of Harry in the foyer opposite Harry and the girl's bedrooms. Next to Nasar sat Hiphook and his son Bersak. All three Goblins looked impressed by the amazing foyer and the flowers, plants and paintings.

"You are here for security, Master Nasar," began Harry. He knew that the girls were amusing themselves with the newly brought clothing, and were getting a 'light' makeover from their newly assigned maids.

"Yes, my Lord. Castle Gryffindor is impregnable; the wards are the strongest known to Man- and Goblinkind. What you need are bodyguards," Nasar said with a deep rolling voice.

Nasar, the Head of Goblin security, was a short but wide Goblin, wearing a kind of leather which looked strong enough to stop a bullet. This was the first time Harry had seen a grey-haired Goblin. He'd never considered that Goblins could have hair, but this one certainly did! Nasar wore his hair in a long tail.

Harry nodded. "Let me tell you what I need," he said. "I want to have soldiers guarding Hogwarts, and I want to have soldiers guarding the Burrow, and the house of my good friend Hermione Granger. The Grangers are muggles, and as far as I know, they've never seen a Goblin in their lives. "

Nasar looked at Harry thoughtfully. "This will cost you a fortune, my Lord."

Harry shook his shoulders. "I don't care; money is insignificant when it comes to protection, safety measures and wellbeing."

Nasar grinned approvingly, while Hiphook and Bersak looked uncomfortable.

"I agree with you, my Lord. I'm afraid that my colleagues here," he pointed to the father and son next to him, "have the other opinion."

Nasar cracked a horrible laugh and continued. "Security is my job and in my blood. Their job is making money, and my job is to keep it safe," he drawled.

"Do you know if I can get soldiers who are able to protect the three places I have mentioned?" Harry asked.

Nasar grinned... he had an apprehensive smile.

"Of course it is possible, my Lord. Do you have a preference for a specific race? For example, only humans?" Nasar asked.

"No, I don't mind myself," Harry said. "I want you to hire enough soldiers for Hogwarts, to be able to protect it from outside forces like the death Eaters; I also want you to have soldiers inside Hogwarts to guard all the strategic places inside. Then I want you to take measures against attacks from Dragons, giants and maybe other dangerous and formidable creatures like those. What races you use are your business, because you're directing security."

Nasar nodded approvingly.

"Then I want to have the wards in and around Hogwarts tested and corrected. The old wards of that castle must be in prime condition, better than ever", Harry said with a forceful voice.

"I want to have the same done for the Burrow, the house of the Weasley's. If Bill Weasley is good enough, let him help with the security at the Burrow."

Nasar stood up and looked at Harry. "That is no problem," Nasar said grimly. "Be aware, that this will cost you a fortune. I know Bill Weasley," Nasar said. "He is good enough to help."

"What are your thoughts about the security of Hogwarts?" Harry asked.

"I want to have twenty platoons of Goblin warriors guarding the outside of Hogwarts. Every Goblin platoon contains ten soldiers. I also want to use ten dragons to guard the surroundings and let them nest at the border of the Forbidden Forest. You have a game keeper at Hogwarts who is willing to assist, I believe." Nasar grinned. "Then I want to have at least fifty Vampires assisting our Goblin platoons. Inside Hogwarts I want to have fifty wizard soldiers guarding the strategic points in the castle, and I want to have hundred dwarves patrolling the corridors and hallways.

"For the wards of the castle, I will make a request for five teams to be pulled from Gringotts to work on the wards at Hogwarts. They are the best in the world, and I want to have them working on those wards by the beginning of the next week. When they are finished, I want to have them at work creating traps and other magical surprises against possible attackers.

"When we are ready, even Voldemort himself won't be able to approach the castle, what ever army he brings. Is that at your liking, my Lord?" Nasar asked with a grin.

Harry smiled. "What about the Burrow?"

"One team of curse breakers will start their work at the Burrow," Nasar said. "When they are finished, they will join their colleagues at Hogwarts."

"And the Grangers?"

"We will have wards installed at their location, and in addition they will receive guards of the same type as you, my Lord."

Harry frowned.

"The guards are invisible," Nasar said. "We will assign twenty guards to you, two guards to the parents of Ms. Hermione Granger and two guards for the lady herself. We are also creating portkeys for all of them, which they need to always carry with them. Those portkeys will be triggered when danger is detected or when their guards decide to do so."

"Are those guards wizards?" Harry asked.

"It is better that I don't tell you, my Lord. You will never see them, or notice them, unless you or they are attacked," Nasar said.

"I have more to protect," Harry said. "My students at Hogwarts are at risk," he said. "There are many half-bloods and muggle-born students at Hogwarts, and I want them and their families protected as well," Harry said.

Nasar nodded thoughtfully. "You need to give me a list of those people, and I will see what I can do. What do you suggest?"

"I want them and their families to carry portkeys, and also someone to guard them. I don't think they need to have a platoon of soldiers near them, one guard is enough, I think."

"I will wait for your list then, my Lord," Nasar said businesslike. "Is there anything else you need, my Lord?"

Harry nodded his head. "No, tomorrow I will speak with the Professors at Hogwarts and the Order of Phoenix. I want the Order of Phoenix to become an intelligence gathering organization that can assist me at Hogwarts with training and other things maybe," Harry said thoughtfully. "Prepare yourself to cooperate with them."

Harry smiled. "I also wish you a good evening, safety first. Master Hiphook and Bersak, have a good evening."

All three Goblins got to their feet, bowed and walked out of the foyer.

Harry could not remember the last time he'd felt so worn-out. On this day he'd gotten so many frights, he still did not fully understand how he'd been able to carry on breathing. His heart must be very strong to handle the whole lot so well.

It like a shroud was wrapped around his mind; because he was so tired he could lie on the floor and just go to sleep right away. With an effort, he stood up from his chair, and moved himself to the bedroom door. The door opened and he entered the bedroom without looking around. He stumbled toward where he thought the large bed was.

The only thing on his mind was sleep, wonderful slumber, blissful snoozing and he kept on stumbling until he felt resistance near his knees and under his legs. He let himself drop forward; he was already asleep before he hit the bed.

Pansy and Ginny turned around and watched Harry stumble from the door toward the bed. They could see that Harry was overtired. They saw him drop onto the bed. Ginny jumped from her chair and moved quickly to Harry, who was already softly snoring.

"He sleeps!" Ginny exclaimed.

Pansy grinned widely. "Tomorrow morning is a perfect time to get him aroused and have our way with him," she purred.

Ginny looked uncertainly at Pansy. "How do you know that?"

Pansy smirked. "You know, we girls at the Slytherin dorms exchange a lot of stories about men, and how to get them into your bed and how to get them to eat out of your hands," she said.

"Oh yes?" Ginny said very fascinated. "Tell me!"

Pansy laughed. "You know, it isn't so bad to be with Potter. When I heard that I was a slave, I thought I would not live longer then twenty four hours before killing myself. Then I heard that Potter was playing the Master and I was curious. When the Aurors came for me, I went willingly. What about you?"

"I had no idea what was happening. My mother never shares anything about what is happening in the world, so the arrival of the Aurors and Goblin warriors came as a total surprise. I had no idea what had happened to me, until the Aurors told me during the trip in the Gray Wagon," she said.

"They used the Gray Wagon with you?" Pansy said enthralled.

"Yeah, they did. They were afraid that my mother or brothers would make an attempt to break me lose or something like that."

"How does it look like from the inside?" Pansy asked with wide eyes. "I've heard all kind of stories about that... that thing, "she said. "I heard that the Aurors abused the female prisoners, I also heard stories that within the Gray Wagon you can find torture equipment!"

"No way, none of that, the Gray Wagon is nothing more then a small space, where my feet were chained and two Aurors were pointing their wands at me. And there was a third Auror, who was driving the thing."

"Does it have portkeys built in?" Pansy asked awed.

"Portkeys? You mean how it moves from the one to the other so fast? I think it is a kind of Apparation, because it makes the same sound as Apparation, only the cracking sound is much louder then when a normal person Apparates."

"Let's dump our master properly on his bed, because if he sleeps like that he will have a stiff neck in the morning," laughed Pansy.

Suddenly she looked thoughtfully at Harry.

"Let's undress him," she said huskily. "Both of us can have a look at what he has," she smirked, and Ginny laughed.

"Wonderful idea," she said smirking.

Harry woke up and the first thing he was experienced was like something from a horny daydream... he felt female bodies pressed against him... that is... that's a naked women for you... you know, without clothes... breasts and so with naked hips, long, slender legs over his abdomen.

An arm was laying over his chest, another arm over his stomach, another set of breasts pressed tightly against his other side, and he had a huge problem... his erection... his member pointed straight up... causing a tent to form over the silky sheets.

Harry's eyes opened wide and he looked half in panic to his right... Ginny... a naked Ginny. He looked franticly to his left... Pansy... also naked. Both seemed to sleep; the expressions on their faces were relaxed and somewhat smiling. Pansy, the ugly girl, looked in a strange way much better then he remembered. Maybe it had something to do with the maids? But Harry was distracted by her breasts... big and firm, pressed against his upper arm. He looked closer... he never knew that a woman's nipples could be so large. Harry shifted his attention to Ginny's breasts. They were much smaller, but more firm. Her nipples were also smaller, and they had also a fresher colour... more pink... while Pansy's nipples were more cream coloured.

Harry's eyes could follow along the rest of Ginny's body, a completely flat stomach, and he could see her public hair... oh Merlin, it was red. Harry shifted his attention to Pansy and compared... black! She had black public hair. Pansy had a beautiful and good-looking body, large hips and long legs... not lean... but firm.

Harry's attention was back on Ginny and looked at her hips. Nice, tight hips and small legs, very shapely. Harry could not help licking his lips... wow, what a way to wake up!

He felt that his member stirred considerably, the tent was growing and he had a huge erection... wait a minute!

He was naked! Oh Merlin... how come he was naked! With two naked women... he was naked... he did not remember a thing... who undressed him?! He was naked!

His eyes went wide instantly. Who... the elves? No... had he undressed himself... no... did he take a bath and forget to put on... no. Did the girls... He refused to think about that... impossibility... but how did he end up naked? He looked hesitatingly at the girls... had they undressed him? No way... impossible... but how did he end up naked in bed?

He remembered Ginny and Pansy making remarks about his 'duty'. He also remembered that Ginny... Pansy... they wanted a child! Oh Merlin... did he... did they...?

"Hello, lover boy," a husky voice sounded at his right. Harry closed his eyes tightly and he tensed up. That could not be true! He felt himself becoming red from embarrassment.

"You embarrassed him," a hoarse voice came from his left.

"Do you see the tent?" a throaty voice from his right said.

"Yeah... a good size," the hoarse voice from his left said huskily. "Maybe we need to help him with his problem. Hey, lover boy, open your eyes! We have something to show you!" Harry heard the smile in Pansy's voice.

Harry kept his eyes tightly closed, his head felt like it was burning and he tightened his hands into fists. This had to be a nightmare, he was so embarrassed.

"You broke him," a hoarse voice from his right said. "Look, the tent is shrinking!" a disappointed voice remarked.

The door of the bedroom opened and Gidi came in, followed by Noosa and Blaar.

"Good morning my Lord, Mistresses," Gidi said joyfully. "Do you want to have breakfast in bed?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked appreciatively at the arriving elves. He could hear both girls muttering something being thwarted and catching up later that day.

Harry beamed at the elves. "Place the breakfast on a table," he said happily. "I'm as hungry as a wolf and could at a whole cow," he said.

Gidi looked at him in terror. "A cow? Do you want to eat a cow?" she asked horror stricken.

Harry looked confusedly at Gidi.

"No Gidi," a dry voice came from his left. "Our Lord and our Master means that he is hungry and wants to eat a lot of food." Giggling came from his right.

This is so embarrassing, Harry thought.

Gidi nodded hesitantly and looked at her master. "Master, we will place a table here with your and Mistresses breakfast on it. Is that alright?" she asked.

Harry had his eyes closed and he only nodded.

"Master?" Gidi hesitant voice came again. "Are you alright?"

Harry opened his eyes and nodded reassuring at the small elf. "Yes Gidi, I am alright. I'm only hungry, and I know for sure that Ginny and Pansy are hungry as well."

Gidi nodded relieved her head. "Yes Master," she said and popped away.

In the mean time Noosa and Blaar came out of the closet with a pile of clothes in their arms. They laid the clothing on chairs and Blaar turned to the bed.

"Master and Mistresses, your clothing for the day is here. Do you need any assistance in dressing?" she squealed with timid voice.

"No Blaar, thank you. We can manage by ourselves," Harry said quickly. Being naked, he needed to find a way to escape without embarrassing himself totally.

The two little elves left the room, and Gidi entered, followed by a floating table full of food. The table lowered itself gently at the foot end of the bed, Gidi bowed and popped away again.

Pansy saw the food, threw the blankets and sheets from her body and leaped nude out of bed. Ginny looked at Harry's face and doubled up with laughter.

That was the most embarrassing moment of my life, Harry thought. He was sitting in front of the desk in his bedroom staring at his parchment. He looked up and saw Noosa and Blaar busy with the two girls, who were having a lot of fun. Harry liked what they had done to the girls. Both girls were having their hair done... Ginny's rough, long red hair and Pansy's smooth, long brown hair.

Both girls' hair looked thick, healthy and shiny. They were chatting with the two little elves, who seemed to be enjoying themselves tremendously. Blaar was beaming with pleasure, because Ginny had paid her a compliment, and Noosa was laughing at of the faces Pansy was pulling.

Harry could not help himself... he was smiling. He liked what he saw, four smiling females and he was here to enjoy the sight. It would be nice to make people happy, and they were here amusing themselves because... oh Merlin... the heritages.

Well, what could he do? The only thing he could do was do his job. He had to keep everyone safe, away from those disaster-prone Death Eaters and that dim-witted, brainless Voldemort.

Harry's attention came back to his parchment. First things first, he thought.

Dear Professor McGonagall,

Yesterday I was initiated in the heritage of the Gryffindor family. With the heritage came the ownership of Hogwarts.

By ancient law, I inherited the headmastership of Hogwarts. I respectfully request your attendance at Gryffindor Castle. I include a portkey, which will be triggered at eleven o'clock in the morning.

Best regards,

Lord Harry Potter-Black-Gryffindor,
Headmaster of Hogwarts"

Harry sighed. Now he wanted to invite Mad-Eye.

"Dear Mr. Moody,

Yesterday I was initiated in the heritage of the Gryffindor family. With the heritage came the chairmanship of the Order of Phoenix.

By ancient law, I inherited the chairmanship. I politely request your attendance at Gryffindor Castle. I include a portkey, which will be triggered at eleven o'clock in the morning.

Best regards,

Lord Harry Potter-Black-Gryffindor

Chairman of the Order of Phoenix"

Harry sighed again. Finished! He hoped that the letters would be acceptable.

"Gidi"

Gidi popped in front of Harry.

"Please owl these two parchments to Professor McGonagall and Mr. Alastor Moody immediately with two portkeys, which need to be triggered at eleven o'clock. I want them to appear in the foyer opposite our bedroom," Harry said.

Gidi bowed. "Of course, Master, but the portkeys will bring them to the special room with all the floo connections," she said. "I will take care that they are brought to the foyer."

"Thank you, Gidi. Oh, before I forget, can you make sure that Nasar will be present at eleven o'clock too?"

"Yes Master," she said.

She snapped her fingers and the parchments were rolled up and sealed with the seal of Gryffindor. Harry could not help but admire the antics of the little elf. What a beautiful and impressive seal.

She took the parchments and popped away.

The girls were still giggling and chatting with the elves, and Harry relaxed. He must be sure that his people were, and stayed, safe. He wanted to arrange the security of all muggle-born and half-blood students at Hogwarts, and he did not want to wait until school started.

Suddenly he had an idea. Harry knew that portkeys cost money, but he could not remember how much. He knew that the Weasley's never bought a prepared portkey, because of the cost. They never had enough money, because they had so many children and Mr. Weasley got such a low salary at the Ministry.

With Voldemort unchecked and on the loose, he would soon start his terror campaign, and people would die everywhere. He would target remote wizard villages and houses, and kill the people. What would happen if those wizards and witches could carry portkeys with them? When he showed up, what face would he pull when his supposed victims were Portkeyed away, right in front of his ugly nose?

Except that Harry had a problem, and the problem was the Minister of Magic himself. He knew, and Harry assumed that all wizards and witches knew as well, that he was in the golden pocket of Lucius Malfoy.

"Gidi"

Gidi appeared in front of him instantly.

Harry wondered if Gidi was waiting somewhere for him to be called.

"Can you be so kind as to ask Hiphook to come at eleven o'clock as well?" Harry asked the little elf.

"Yes Master," she said, looking at him for more, and she popped away.

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Harry looked sideways at the girls for the fifth time. They looked amazing and very sexy. He could not focus, because the girls were distracting him. He suspected that they did it on purpose, because the clothes Pansy were wearing were sexy. And Ginny... she was wearing tight jeans, which fit her petite form like a second skin. Her white t-shirt was a tight second skin, and he suspected that she was not wearing any bra under her t-shirt. Every movement caused her breasts to shake, and Harry had trouble tearing his eyes from her well-formed breasts.

Pansy was wearing something similar, and because she was built a bit heavier, her breasts were more visible. Harry was getting hot, and he kept pulling on his t-shirt. He wore black trousers and a t-shirt himself, and even then his clothes were tight as well; they sat on him like they were custom tailored.

"Pansy and Ginny, can you do something about the state of your dress, please?" Harry asked the girls.

He was painfully aware of Ginny's and Pansy's breasts bouncing when they turned toward him questioningly.

"Is there a problem with our clothing?" asked Ginny with a mischievous expression on her face.

"They are a bit of distracting," Harry said with difficulty. "And Professor McGonagall would for sure not appreciate your current taste in clothing," Harry said grimacing. He thought about his Professor and he could already imagine the expression on her face. He could visualize her thin lips tightening in disapproval, and he winced.

With a casual movement, Ginny took her silky looking hair and pulled it over her shoulder. A movement so smooth and sexy, that Harry was immediately distracted and had problems focusing on anything other then her breasts and hair.

"You two are killing me," Harry said with pained look at Ginny's breasts. Ginny and Pansy grinned, and stood up. Harry's sight immediately went to Pansy's breasts, who were bouncing in her tight t-shirt and he became red.

"We'll put something else on," Pansy said, still grinning. "We see you later, lover boy." She kissed his cheek and both girls disappeared into their bedroom.

Harry sighed with relief. It was impossible to live with women, he thought.

The door opened and he saw Gidi, closely followed by Moody, Professor McGonagall, Hiphook and Nasar entering the foyer. Right on time, he thought.

Harry stood up welcomed everyone.

Hiphook and Nasar felt at home straight away and they sat down in their offered chairs. Moody was busy studying his surroundings and his magical eye was rolling in its socket blithely, but Professor McGonagall was looking straight at Harry with a stern expression on her face, her lips were thin and firmly pressed together... a sign of extreme displeasure.

Harry looked quickly behind him... thinking that his girls were standing there, but the bedroom door was still closed.

"Master Hiphook, can you be as kind as to describe how I became headmaster of Hogwarts to Professor McGonagall, please?"

Hiphook nodded and turned to the Professor, who was looking at Harry with her eyebrows raised.

"It is faster this way, Professor. It is important that you understand the circumstances, before you judge me," Harry said apologetically.

Professor McGonagall nodded curtly and focused on the Goblin. She did not say a word to me, Harry thought. That's not a good sign. Thank Merlin she has not seen the two girls yet... especially with the state of dress they were in. Harry grimaced.

"Well, Potter. What was that letter about you being the head of the Order?" Moody said.

"Maybe you need to listen to Hiphook as well, Mr. Moody," Harry answered the old and tattered man. Moody grimaced, but he turned to Hiphook and Professor McGonagall.

After ten minutes of listening to Hiphook describing the shite he'd received yesterday, Harry heard the bedroom door open. He turned, expecting to see two barely dressed girls entering the foyer. He visualized an angry professor and a stunned Moody, but he was pleasantly surprised that the girls looked decent.

Both girls were wearing sundresses and were decently covered. They could of course not cover their figures, but the whole sense Harry got was one of innocence. Harry looked at the girls, pleased, and nodded slightly. Both girls beamed at him. He stood up and offered them a seat next to him, which they promptly took.

Harry saw Professor McGonagall looking approvingly at them, and turning her attention back to Hiphook, who was just telling her about Dumbledore.

Hiphook was done with telling his story and professor McGonagall and Moody were looking at him in awe.

"What do these Goblins have to do with the Order?" he asked, looking gloomy.

"They are here at my invitation and their roles will be advisory only," Harry said.

Moody looked at Harry for a few moments, before his attention went back to the two Goblins.

"This is Master Hiphook, he is the senior account manager at Gringotts, and here is Nasar, who is the head of Goblin security."

"What do they have to do with this talk about the Order?" Moody asked, his eyes did not waver for a moment.

"Nasar is here for the security. He will take over the active role of supplying security, and Hiphook here is for the money and some other arrangements," Harry said.

Moody and Professor McGonagall looked at Harry shocked. "The Order of Phoenix is taking care of security", Professor McGonagall said, irritated. "No one else can, not even the Ministry."

Harry smirked. "You are wrong about that, Professor McGonagall. Before you had an incompetent leader, now we mean business. The current Order members are not really fighters, are they? What is the Order going to do against more then three hundred Death Eaters, ten or more Dragons and a hundred or more Giants, huh?"

Professor McGonagall looked briefly at the girls, then at Harry. "I assume these girls are your slaves?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall, Pansy and Ginny Potter-Black-Gryffindor are my personal slaves and they fall under my protection, and no, they will not return to Hogwarts, we will arrange for their education in a more productive environment with more variety then Hogwarts is currently offering.

"The Order of the Phoenix is a nice Gryffindor organization, which is supposed to be full of fighters. But instead of fighters, we have middle-aged housewives, fathers and some elderly people, and a few Aurors like Tonks. We have no real fighters in the organization other then maybe Moody here and a certain Potions Master Snape, a rather dubious spy.

"Dumbledore maintained the organization, but he built a club of bird watchers, who did exactly what I suggested, looking for Death Eaters instead of birds. They did not act, they did not fight, and they did not prepare for anything other then watching and imprisoning a poor fifteen-year-old boy. They did a very bad job of guarding that boy as well. No, the role of the Order of Phoenix is over."

Professor McGonagall huffed. "And how do you think you can do any different?" she asked icily.

Harry smiled.

"The members of the Order of Phoenix will be used as a kind of advisory board. The real security and safety will be in the hands of professionals.

"We will have two hundred Goblin warriors guarding the outsides of Hogwarts, assisted with ten dragons and fifty vampires. Inside, we will have fifty wizard soldiers and a hundred dwarves guarding Hogwarts.

"I will have all wards redone by the best ward specialists in the world, and we are going to set traps and other magical surprises for the expected armies of Voldemort", Harry ended calmly. "We will have all of the at risk students guarded and taken care of," finished Harry calmly.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened. "That can't be done," she said hotly. "That would cost millions of Galleons!" she exclaimed.

Harry grinned. "I am Lord Gryffindor," he said grimly. "I can do a lot, and those millions are not a problem for me. I personally want to have the security arranged by real professionals like Mr. Moody and Nasar here. The reason why I ordered you to come is because of my role as headmaster of Hogwarts. I need help with that, and I have also some ideas about the improvement of Hogwarts. Do you understand that, Professor McGonagall?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry for some time. There was no indication if she accepted him in any role, or if she approved him in any way. Harry started to become nervous, but he did not want the professor to notice his nervousness, so he stayed in his chair and looked calmly back at her.

"What changed, Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked icily.

"It is Lord Gryffindor," Hiphook said sharply.

Professor McGonagall looked coolly at the Goblin. "Why should I call Mr. Potter that?"

"Because Lord Gryffindor is paying your salary, and if you'd still like to work as a Professor at Hogwarts, I would pay attention to the custom, tradition and etiquette."

Harry could see a blush appearing on the cheeks of his professor, and he felt sorry for her.

"Professor McGonagall, I only want to expand the program with other courses. I'd like to include business and wizard customs for the muggle-born and everyone else who is interested. I also want to include more physical programs for the students, because there are almost none. And don't forget the Queen's English, muggle history and geography.

"I am not the correct person to do that. In my opinion that is you. If you are not willing, you will be replaced by someone else who is," Harry said.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry for a moment, and nodded.

"Very well, my Lord, what do you want me to do?"

"I want to have a list of all students, who are potentially at risk. The list must include their names, family details and addresses. This list will be used to provide them with the security which we are going to set up now.

"Secondly, write something on paper about your thoughts on expanding the curriculum. I want to have the previous named subjects included. If you have some other thoughts, please include them as well."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"What do you have for me to do, my Lord?" asked Hiphook.

"I want to create a war-fund of one million Galleons. That war-fund will pay victims of the war with Voldemort. Can you arrange that, and manage the fund, Master Hiphook?" Harry asked.

Hiphook grinned. "Certainly, my Lord, when I am back at Gringotts, it will be the first thing I do."

"That is right," Harry said. "Now the next thing, I want to have a study fund for Hogwarts students. Any student who has problems paying for tuition fees and study materials will have financial assistance from this fund. "

Hiphook nodded. "How much do you want to put in that fund, my Lord?"

"I don't have a certain sum in mind, make it open ended. I mean that when somebody asks for assistance, you pay."

"Yes my Lord," Hiphook said.

"You have... changed, Ha - Lord Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall said.

"It is Harry, Professor," Harry sighed. "Simply Harry, that is more then sufficient."

Professor McGonagall smiled for the first time.

"Thank you Harry. Many things are changed now, but the biggest change is you," she said.

Harry nodded. "I am still in the process of coping with those changes, professor," he said tiredly.

"Are your slaves alright?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Ginny and Pansy are alright, as you can see for yourself, Professor. Why don't you talk to them?"

Professor McGonagall looked surprised. "But they are slaves?"

"I did not know you had problems with slaves, Professor McGonagall," Harry said saddened. "I thought that you would be one of the people who could see through such a superficial thing."

"A slave is not an equal, Harry. Their status is lower then that of a house elf," she said.

"In my house, they belong to the human race, and the human race in itself has no space for nonsense like that, Professor. Are you aware that I will have five wives at the end of the month?" Harry said.

"That is what I have heard," Professor McGonagall said.

"That means that I will have a harem," Harry continued.

"What is your point, Harry?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"These two lovely girls are here at the moment, Professor. They will likely be pregnant before I marry one of my five wives, and then they will become my primary wives. As I am tremendously rich, and I have three seats at the Wizengamot, and the Ministry of Magic will be handled by me, and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, I will be politically very influential and powerful, and my wives more powerful then I am. If their status is low, then your status is lower than an insect," Harry said calmly and looked at her pointedly.

Professor McGonagall looked at the very upset looking girls.

"My apologies... how are you, Ms Weasley and Parkinson?"

"It is Ms. Potter-Black-Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall," answered a Ginny firmly. "We are fine, thank you."

Pansy looked at Professor McGonagall with contempt, but said nothing. Professor McGonagall blushed with embarrassment and Harry smirked.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall. Everyone needs to learn," he said.

"How do you think you can find a teacher for DADA this year? Harry," Professor McGonagall asked.

"Moody will be filling that position, with several Order members as his assistants, Professor," Harry answered with a smile on his face.

Professor McGonagall looked at Moody, who was still talking intently with Nasar. He noticed and turned to look at Professor McGonagall and Harry.

"What?" he said rudely.

"You will be DADA teacher this year with several assistants of your choice," Harry said with a smirk.

Moody grinned. "Scaring kids is an old hobby of mine," he said. "No problem. You said that I can choose my assistants?"

Harry nodded.

"Great!" he grinned and continued his discussion with Nasar.

"My Lord, your two other wives are now known," Hiphook said calmly, his eyes twinkling.

Instantly it was quiet and everyone looked at Hiphook.

"You have much too much fun, Master Hiphook," said Harry coolly.

Hiphook grinned.

"Shall I tell you their names now? Or do you prefer to wait, my Lord?" Hiphook asked.

"Tell me now, Master Hiphook," Harry said firmly.

"Ms. Susan Bones and Ms. Hermione Granger, my Lord" Hiphook said.

Harry stared at Hiphook for some time. Did Hiphook mean Hermione? Harry's eyes went wide open in horror.

"You must be joking!" exclaimed Harry.

"No, my Lord, I'm afraid that I'm not joking," Hiphook said grinning.

"I feel sick," Harry said miserably. "I am going to puke."

"Hermione Granger is a muggle-born witch, how is that possible?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Dumbledore performed the Mate Charm on all muggle-born witches from 1978 to 1979. I saw all the notes in the register at Gringotts, Professor McGonagall," Hiphook said.

"She is going to kill me," whinged Harry.

"It might sound bad, but in reality it is nice to have a woman, sonny," Moody commented with a grin.

"She is going to kill me before Voldemort has the chance," said Harry miserably.

"The Grangers and Madam Bones with Ms. Bones are on their way to the castle to negotiate with you, my Lord," Hiphook said.

Harry looked at him. "I need at least ten platoons of your finest soldiers to protect me," he moaned.

"It is not that bad," Professor McGonagall said. "You are talking about Hermione here; she is your best friend!"

"I prefer to stand in front of Voldemort with all his Dementors then in front of Hermione at the moment," Harry complained.