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Chapter 10
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 10
A/N: Editor: The Resident
Harry looked appalled at Hiphook, he felt wobbly and he felt a weak feeling of sickness in his abdomen... he wanted to gag.
"Did... did you mention... Prewett? I mean... Molly Weasley... as in Ginny's mother?" Harry stammered. He paled... with a white face he looked briefly at Ginny. "Oh Merlin, this is bad!" He had his hand before his mouth.
"No, no my Lord, it is not as you think," Hiphook said hastily.
"What is it then?" he said nervously.
"It is not that... I mean that you marry Mrs. Weasley... she is already married, so that is impossible," Hiphook said quickly.
"What is it then, Master Hiphook? I do not appreciate to be kept in suspense," Harry said aggravated.
"The situation is not so simple, my Lord. You need to know the history of the case before you can understand the family binding contract no. 144-A. Do you mind telling me the history?" Hiphook asked, looking uncertainly at Harry.
Harry sighed and nodded.
"In 1345, the Arthur and Albert Prewett twins pranked Charlie Malfoy two days before his wedding. He was to be married with Carol Entwhistle. Because of that prank, he vomited slugs during his wedding night, and could not perform his marriage duty, and was forced to pay a fine to the Head of the Entwhistle Family. That was not the end of the prank, because when he paid his thousand Galleons, the twins transfigured the money into cow droppings. When he arrived at manor of the Head of the Entwhistle Family, he gave him his money bag and left. Of course the Head of the Entwhistle Family discovered the cow droppings, and he went to Gringotts. The Malfoys were forced to transfer a thousand cows to the Entwhistle Family."
"Malfoy went to Gringotts and filed an official grievance, that Arthur and Albert Prewett made him lose his honour and a lot of money. Gringotts and Charlie Malfoy worked out a proper punishment. The punishment was a curse, which was cast on the twins. The curse took care that the twins would never be able to have anything else than sons, and only the seventh child would be a girl, and girls would be immune against any form of birth control," ended Hiphook.
"Nonsense." Harry said.
"Well, you might like it or not, my Lord, but this curse will be cast on you," Hiphook said.
Everyone in the room gasped.
"That means that my future wives only give birth to sons, Master Hiphook?" Harry asked calmly.
"Yes, my Lord, but that is not all. All birth control measures will not help," he said. "When you have any form of sexual intercourse with any of your women, they will get pregnant," he said.
Harry looked at Hiphook with wide eyes.
"Great. This castle in May or April next year will see at least eleven children," said Harry sarcastically. "I wonder who'll babysit." Harry looked at Hiphook. "Hiphook, maybe you're looking for a better paid job?"
Hiphook smiled uncertain and looked like he wanted to apologize. "Well, my Lord..."
"Well, if those women produce as many children as Molly, then we will see seventy seven Potters running around." cracked Moody in the background.
Harry looked at Moody with a very irritated expression on his face, and his eyes started to burn of suppressed disgust.
Moody gulped and looked at the glass sealing.
"Well, thank Merlin for muggle rubbers and spirals, Master Hiphook. What more problems are going to have?" Harry said irritated.
"What happens with the curse when the Malfoy line will not exist anymore, Master Hiphook," Susan asked.
"Nothing, Ms. Bones, the curse continues to function, "Hiphook said.
"And when does the curse end, Master Hiphook?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"That is unknown, Professor McGonagall. The curse will continue its work until or the family will die out, or the curse becomes less functional until it disappears after hundreds of generations of offspring," said Hiphook nervously, looking briefly at Harry, who did not react. "It is hard to tell exactly when the curse ends."
Hiphook looked intently at his papers, and everyone was quiet, pondering on what they had heard so far.
"The next family binding contract is the case of the Pritchard family. A certain Theodore Bones sold fifty five thousands cows to Vincent Pritchard in 1406. Those cows were sick and they died one week after the transaction. The issue was never resolved, because the Pritchard's failed to produce a Head of House, and the financial punishment was never actually paid. But the Pritchard family received a large Bride price from the Princetons when their son married their daughter last year. They used their money wisely, and they contacted Gringotts for some advice. Now the family Pritchard has a Head of Family again, and that means that you, my Lord, need to pay the fine."
"You need to pay the Pritchard family thirty two thousand Galleons or an equal valued property. What do you say, my Lord?" Hiphook asked.
"Giving them a slave is an equal valued property, Master Hiphook?" asked Harry.
Hiphook nodded. "Giving a slave is much more then that, my Lord."
Harry nodded impishly.
"Give their Head of House Eleanor Branstone," he said.
Hiphook's eyebrows went up, but did not comment any further.
"If that is what you want, my Lord?" he said hesitatingly.
Harry heard Hermione huffing.
"That is what I want, Master Hiphook," Harry said. "Read the next one, please, Master Hiphook."
"Those were all the family binding contracts, my Lord. Now we come to the arranged marriages," he said.
"Give me only the names, Master Hiphook," Harry said with an even tone.
"Yes, my Lord," said Hiphook. "The names of the families, involving the marriage contracts are the families Lovegood, Patil and Li. The candidates for the marriage must be the oldest daughters," Hiphook ended and looked at Harry.
Hiphook looked in his papers. "For the Lovegood family, the girl in question is Luna Lovegood. For the Patil family, the girl is Padma, and for the Li family the girl is Su."
Harry groaned. "Great," Harry thought, "crazy Luna, baby doll Padma and the small Su Li."
"That leaves us the last issues of the heritance, and those are taking control of investments in magical world and control of vaults 199, 5987 and 8704.
With this, I conclude that the heritance of the family Bones is complete. The arranged marriages will be held one month after today," he said. "The families, Head of Families and parents are magically being notified," Hiphook said with a relieved smile, looking at a dishevelled Harry.
"You are now Lord Baron Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones, my Lord," Hiphook said happily.
Harry nodded disinterested and focused on Madam Bones.
"Is this hat completes the inheritance, Madam Bones?" Harry asked.
"Yes Lord-Baron, this is what makes it complete," Madam Bones said proudly. "This completes an age's long dispute in the Wizengamot."
She turned to Hiphook.
"How many seats does the Lord-Baron have in the Wizengamot, Master Hiphook?" Madam Bones asked.
"Lord-Baron has eight seats in the Wizengamot, Madam Bones," answered Hiphook immediately. "He is the most powerful member in the Wizengamot at the moment."
Madam Bones nodded. "In the Wizengamot we have fifty seats; Lord-Baron owns sixteen percent of all the available seats. The families, which traditionally associates it self with the Bones family for many generations counts normally thirty five percent, and that makes it now a majority in the Wizengamot of fifty one percent of the available seats." She smiled and turned her attention to Harry.
"Lord-Baron, I think it is wise that I will teach you the ways of the Wizengamot," she said happily. "Tell me when you have time for this."
Harry nodded glumly.
"Lord-Baron, do you want that I give you a summary of all the inheritances you have received?" Hiphook asked.
Harry looked up at Hiphook. "I appreciate that, Master Hiphook?"
"Lord-Baron, you have eight fiancées. Your fiancées are Lavender Brown, Hannah Abbott, Métier Delacour, Susan Amelia Annemarie Bones, Hermione Ann Granger, Padma Patil, Luna Lovegood and Su Li. You have two slaves, Ginny and Pansy Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones. You are head of the following families: Potter, Black, Gryffindor and Bones. You still need to negotiate the Bride price with the families Granger, Patil, Lovegood and Li. I think that I have covered everything," Hiphook said satisfied.
Hiphook turned to the Grangers. "Now I want to finish the marriage negotiations with the Grangers. Mr. Granger, if you would be so kind?"
Matt Granger looked dumbstruck at Hiphook. "Excuse me?"
"Do you have a patriarch in your family, Mr. Granger?" asked Hiphook.
"A what? Do I have a patriarch in my family?" asked Matt confused and looked at his wife with wide eyes.
"A Head of Family, Matt," his wife answered calmly. "No, Mr. Hiphook, we don't have a Patriarch in our family."
"It is Master Hiphook, Mrs. Granger," Hiphook corrected her gently. "Are you the oldest male family member in your family, Mr. Granger?"
Matt was hesitating. What was it what this creature wanted from him?
Eh, no... Ann... I mean the father of my wife is still alive," he said.
"Is he the Head of your family, Mr. Granger?" Hiphook asked.
"No, he isn't. Ahum... I guess that I am the... head of the family, according the law... civil law I mean," Matt answered confused.
"Ah, then I need to negotiate with you, Mr. Granger. How much do you want to have for your daughter?"
"Excuse me?" yelled Matt indignant.
"How much do you want to receive in British Pound Sterling for your daughter from Mr. Potter as Bride price, Mr. Granger?"
"No Dad, I want..." began Hermione.
"Ms. Granger, your father speaks and only he can do the negotiations. He must not be interrupted by you!" exclaimed Hiphook.
Hermione gulped.
"Mr. Granger, what is your answer?" asked Hiphook again, looking eagerly at Matt.
"Mr. Granger," Harry began, looking sideways at Hiphook. "What Master Hiphook wants to know how much money I need to pay for Hermione? The wizard tradition states that with a marriage contract, without specific details about the Bride Price, we must negotiate. If you wonder about the price, it is normally ten thousand Galleons, which results in about fifty thousand Pound."
Hiphook looked annoyed at Harry for a moment, and turned his attention back at Mr. Granger in anticipation.
"If I may advise you Mr. Granger, it is in your best interest to start as high as possible. I suggest we start at hundred thousand Galleons," said Hiphook with a chuckle.
"Mr. Granger, that is a much too much for a Bride price," Harry said with a straight face. "I paid much less for my other women."
Hiphook smirked. "That might be as it is Mr. Granger, but your daughter has amazing legs and a tight derriere."
"Derriere? What in Merlin's name is a derriere, Mr. Granger?" asked Harry puzzled.
Matt was looking shocked at Harry, then at Hiphook, then at his wife. "Are they talking about my daughter?" he asked his wife. She shrugged.
"A derriere is the fleshy part of Ms. Granger's body where she normally sits on," answered Hiphook huffily.
Harry looked for a moment confused at Hiphook, then at Hermione. His eyes dropped and wandered there for some moments. Hermione blushed and huffed, her nose was in the air and Susan and her aunt snorted.
"She has indeed a nice looking derriere, "smirked Harry. "But so has Susan Bones!"
Susan smiled, pleased.
"Be it as it might be, Mr. Granger, but hers are exclusive, including her legs... they are long and pleasing for the eye. Did you see her beautiful long hair... she has a lot of energy and she looks very healthy to me!" commented Hiphook.
Harry looked amused at the sulking Hermione.
"Yes, she does," admitted Harry with an amused smile.
"I'm not a horse to be discussed," hissed Hermione softly. Harry and Hiphook chose not to react at her stinging remark.
"Well, Mr. Granger. I suggest that you bring down the price to ninety thousand Galleons," Hiphook proposed with a sore smile.
"Ninety thousand Galleons is still much too high, Mr. Granger," said Harry.
"Ask what he wants to offer, Mr. Granger," said Hiphook.
"One thousand Galleons," answered Harry.
"One thousand, Harry James Potter!" roared Hermione in indignation. "Am I so worthless to you?"
Everyone looked shocked at Hermione.
"Hermione! What are you saying," Professor McGonagall said flabbergasted. "They're discussing your price like the price of a horse in the market. I wonder when they discuss your teeth."
Hiphook looked immediately interested.
"Professor McGonagall is right, Mr. Granger. Her teeth are in excellent shape, considering that Mr. and Mrs. Granger are dentists, and you can be assured that they took care of her daughter's teeth. The price is up to hundred thousand Galleons again," Hiphook said with a large feral smile.
"That might be as it is, Mr. Granger. But healthy teeth indicate that she is expensive, because she will eat too much. My thousand Galleons still stand," Harry said with a straight face.
"Did he just say that Hermione is expensive?" Matt asked flabbergasted at his wife.
"It is not the issue of expense, Mr. Granger. It is the issue of investment," Hiphook answered. "How more you invest, how better she looks."
"She is grumpy in the mornings, Mr. Granger," Harry said, looking swiftly at Hermione and back to her father.
Matt nodded confirmative.
Hiphook looked disturbed at Hermione's father.
"Ninety thousand Galleons," Hiphook answered harshly.
"Five thousand Galleons," said Harry with a straight face.
"Eighty thousand Galleons, and an Arabic stallion," Hiphook said.
"Is an Arabian stallion more expensive then a Rolls Royce, Master Hiphook?" Harry asked.
"This depends, my Lord. The Arabic stallion I have in mind has indeed the same value," Hiphook answered.
Matt Granger heard it correctly. A real Rolls Royce! Matt looked dreamily at Harry. "What type of Rolls Royce, Harry?" he asked eagerly.
"Da-ad!" Hermione puffed.
Harry looked at Hiphook. "Master Hiphook?"
"A Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, Mr. Granger," Hiphook said with a wide smile. Harry looked impressed.
"Do you own a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, Harry?" asked Matt impressed.
Harry looked again questionable at Hiphook, who nodded confirmative.
"Yes, Mr. Granger, I own a Silver Shadow," Harry said satisfied.
"Well, in that case I want to have one," Matt said, forgetting his wife and daughter. "And eighty thousand quid... I mean Galleons."
Hermione looked like she could explode, Ann Granger looked furious, Harry looked amused and Hiphook pleased.
"Ten thousand Galleons and a Silver Shadow," Harry counter offered quickly. "Not one Galleon more," he said.
"Sixty thousand Galleons, a Silver Shadow and the Arabian Stallion," Hiphook said.
"That is still not a chance, Mr. Granger. The price went even up," said Harry. Matt Granger looked confused, and Hiphook smiled predatorily.
Harry looked pensive for a moment. He could hear that Hermione was busy to work her self into frenzy.
"Fifteen thousand Galleons, a Silver Shadow and the Arabian Stallion," Harry said.
"Fifty thousand Galleons, a Silver Shadow and the Arabian Stallion," Hiphook said.
"Twenty thousand Galleons, a Silver Shadow and the Arabian Stallion," Harry said, "and not one penny more, this is my final offer."
"Sold!" exclaimed Hiphook.
"What? What? What did he say?" asked Matt eagerly.
"You sold your daughter for a bloody horse," his wife murmured loudly.
"And a real Silver Shadow," commented Moody in the background.
"And twenty thousand Galleons," said Madam Bones admirably. "Those were excellent negotiations, Mr. Granger."
Matt Granger was still not aware of the burning looks of his wife and daughter, looked very pleased. "Thank you, Madam Bones," and bowed his head in acknowledgement.
"Ah, Mr. Granger, we need to talk about my commission," Hiphook said, his smile growing. "I suggest twenty five percent of the total value of the negotiated price," he said.
"One percent," said Matt with a straight face.
"But Mr. Granger, I advised you so well in this matter," Hiphook said, looking hurt.
"Fifteen percent," Hiphook said.
"Ten percent only from the Galleons, the Silver Shadow is mine and stays mine," he said.
"In that case you will sleep for many years in that Silver shadow of yours, Matt. You will not be welcome in my bed anymore," hissed Ann Granger loudly.
Moody smirked. "The life of a Silver Shadow is about hundred years, Mr. Granger. I think that you lay much more comfortable in the Silver Shadow then in bed. Also less expensive," he grumbled.
"Ten thousand Galleons," Hiphook said.
"Five thousand Galleons and an account at Gringotts," Matt counter offered.
Hiphook looked thoughtfully at Matt Granger, then at his wife.
"Deal!" he exclaimed. "Now you need to do damage control," he said with a smirk. "This advice is for free, Mr. Granger. Good luck and you might need it very much."
Matt looked at his two very angry looking women and he swallowed.
"Bind your bloody horse in front of your stupid Rolls Royce, and let it pull you to the office, Matt. You will not be welcome in my home anymore," said his wife angrily.
Matt gulped and looked at Harry. "Lord-Baron, do you have a spare room for your poor father in law for some days?"
Harry smiled and nodded.
"Make it a couple of years," Ann Granger grumbled, taking Hermione in a hug.
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A/N: Editor: The Resident
Harry looked appalled at Hiphook, he felt wobbly and he felt a weak feeling of sickness in his abdomen... he wanted to gag.
"Did... did you mention... Prewett? I mean... Molly Weasley... as in Ginny's mother?" Harry stammered. He paled... with a white face he looked briefly at Ginny. "Oh Merlin, this is bad!" He had his hand before his mouth.
"No, no my Lord, it is not as you think," Hiphook said hastily.
"What is it then?" he said nervously.
"It is not that... I mean that you marry Mrs. Weasley... she is already married, so that is impossible," Hiphook said quickly.
"What is it then, Master Hiphook? I do not appreciate to be kept in suspense," Harry said aggravated.
"The situation is not so simple, my Lord. You need to know the history of the case before you can understand the family binding contract no. 144-A. Do you mind telling me the history?" Hiphook asked, looking uncertainly at Harry.
Harry sighed and nodded.
"In 1345, the Arthur and Albert Prewett twins pranked Charlie Malfoy two days before his wedding. He was to be married with Carol Entwhistle. Because of that prank, he vomited slugs during his wedding night, and could not perform his marriage duty, and was forced to pay a fine to the Head of the Entwhistle Family. That was not the end of the prank, because when he paid his thousand Galleons, the twins transfigured the money into cow droppings. When he arrived at manor of the Head of the Entwhistle Family, he gave him his money bag and left. Of course the Head of the Entwhistle Family discovered the cow droppings, and he went to Gringotts. The Malfoys were forced to transfer a thousand cows to the Entwhistle Family."
"Malfoy went to Gringotts and filed an official grievance, that Arthur and Albert Prewett made him lose his honour and a lot of money. Gringotts and Charlie Malfoy worked out a proper punishment. The punishment was a curse, which was cast on the twins. The curse took care that the twins would never be able to have anything else than sons, and only the seventh child would be a girl, and girls would be immune against any form of birth control," ended Hiphook.
"Nonsense." Harry said.
"Well, you might like it or not, my Lord, but this curse will be cast on you," Hiphook said.
Everyone in the room gasped.
"That means that my future wives only give birth to sons, Master Hiphook?" Harry asked calmly.
"Yes, my Lord, but that is not all. All birth control measures will not help," he said. "When you have any form of sexual intercourse with any of your women, they will get pregnant," he said.
Harry looked at Hiphook with wide eyes.
"Great. This castle in May or April next year will see at least eleven children," said Harry sarcastically. "I wonder who'll babysit." Harry looked at Hiphook. "Hiphook, maybe you're looking for a better paid job?"
Hiphook smiled uncertain and looked like he wanted to apologize. "Well, my Lord..."
"Well, if those women produce as many children as Molly, then we will see seventy seven Potters running around." cracked Moody in the background.
Harry looked at Moody with a very irritated expression on his face, and his eyes started to burn of suppressed disgust.
Moody gulped and looked at the glass sealing.
"Well, thank Merlin for muggle rubbers and spirals, Master Hiphook. What more problems are going to have?" Harry said irritated.
"What happens with the curse when the Malfoy line will not exist anymore, Master Hiphook," Susan asked.
"Nothing, Ms. Bones, the curse continues to function, "Hiphook said.
"And when does the curse end, Master Hiphook?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"That is unknown, Professor McGonagall. The curse will continue its work until or the family will die out, or the curse becomes less functional until it disappears after hundreds of generations of offspring," said Hiphook nervously, looking briefly at Harry, who did not react. "It is hard to tell exactly when the curse ends."
Hiphook looked intently at his papers, and everyone was quiet, pondering on what they had heard so far.
"The next family binding contract is the case of the Pritchard family. A certain Theodore Bones sold fifty five thousands cows to Vincent Pritchard in 1406. Those cows were sick and they died one week after the transaction. The issue was never resolved, because the Pritchard's failed to produce a Head of House, and the financial punishment was never actually paid. But the Pritchard family received a large Bride price from the Princetons when their son married their daughter last year. They used their money wisely, and they contacted Gringotts for some advice. Now the family Pritchard has a Head of Family again, and that means that you, my Lord, need to pay the fine."
"You need to pay the Pritchard family thirty two thousand Galleons or an equal valued property. What do you say, my Lord?" Hiphook asked.
"Giving them a slave is an equal valued property, Master Hiphook?" asked Harry.
Hiphook nodded. "Giving a slave is much more then that, my Lord."
Harry nodded impishly.
"Give their Head of House Eleanor Branstone," he said.
Hiphook's eyebrows went up, but did not comment any further.
"If that is what you want, my Lord?" he said hesitatingly.
Harry heard Hermione huffing.
"That is what I want, Master Hiphook," Harry said. "Read the next one, please, Master Hiphook."
"Those were all the family binding contracts, my Lord. Now we come to the arranged marriages," he said.
"Give me only the names, Master Hiphook," Harry said with an even tone.
"Yes, my Lord," said Hiphook. "The names of the families, involving the marriage contracts are the families Lovegood, Patil and Li. The candidates for the marriage must be the oldest daughters," Hiphook ended and looked at Harry.
Hiphook looked in his papers. "For the Lovegood family, the girl in question is Luna Lovegood. For the Patil family, the girl is Padma, and for the Li family the girl is Su."
Harry groaned. "Great," Harry thought, "crazy Luna, baby doll Padma and the small Su Li."
"That leaves us the last issues of the heritance, and those are taking control of investments in magical world and control of vaults 199, 5987 and 8704.
With this, I conclude that the heritance of the family Bones is complete. The arranged marriages will be held one month after today," he said. "The families, Head of Families and parents are magically being notified," Hiphook said with a relieved smile, looking at a dishevelled Harry.
"You are now Lord Baron Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones, my Lord," Hiphook said happily.
Harry nodded disinterested and focused on Madam Bones.
"Is this hat completes the inheritance, Madam Bones?" Harry asked.
"Yes Lord-Baron, this is what makes it complete," Madam Bones said proudly. "This completes an age's long dispute in the Wizengamot."
She turned to Hiphook.
"How many seats does the Lord-Baron have in the Wizengamot, Master Hiphook?" Madam Bones asked.
"Lord-Baron has eight seats in the Wizengamot, Madam Bones," answered Hiphook immediately. "He is the most powerful member in the Wizengamot at the moment."
Madam Bones nodded. "In the Wizengamot we have fifty seats; Lord-Baron owns sixteen percent of all the available seats. The families, which traditionally associates it self with the Bones family for many generations counts normally thirty five percent, and that makes it now a majority in the Wizengamot of fifty one percent of the available seats." She smiled and turned her attention to Harry.
"Lord-Baron, I think it is wise that I will teach you the ways of the Wizengamot," she said happily. "Tell me when you have time for this."
Harry nodded glumly.
"Lord-Baron, do you want that I give you a summary of all the inheritances you have received?" Hiphook asked.
Harry looked up at Hiphook. "I appreciate that, Master Hiphook?"
"Lord-Baron, you have eight fiancées. Your fiancées are Lavender Brown, Hannah Abbott, Métier Delacour, Susan Amelia Annemarie Bones, Hermione Ann Granger, Padma Patil, Luna Lovegood and Su Li. You have two slaves, Ginny and Pansy Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones. You are head of the following families: Potter, Black, Gryffindor and Bones. You still need to negotiate the Bride price with the families Granger, Patil, Lovegood and Li. I think that I have covered everything," Hiphook said satisfied.
Hiphook turned to the Grangers. "Now I want to finish the marriage negotiations with the Grangers. Mr. Granger, if you would be so kind?"
Matt Granger looked dumbstruck at Hiphook. "Excuse me?"
"Do you have a patriarch in your family, Mr. Granger?" asked Hiphook.
"A what? Do I have a patriarch in my family?" asked Matt confused and looked at his wife with wide eyes.
"A Head of Family, Matt," his wife answered calmly. "No, Mr. Hiphook, we don't have a Patriarch in our family."
"It is Master Hiphook, Mrs. Granger," Hiphook corrected her gently. "Are you the oldest male family member in your family, Mr. Granger?"
Matt was hesitating. What was it what this creature wanted from him?
Eh, no... Ann... I mean the father of my wife is still alive," he said.
"Is he the Head of your family, Mr. Granger?" Hiphook asked.
"No, he isn't. Ahum... I guess that I am the... head of the family, according the law... civil law I mean," Matt answered confused.
"Ah, then I need to negotiate with you, Mr. Granger. How much do you want to have for your daughter?"
"Excuse me?" yelled Matt indignant.
"How much do you want to receive in British Pound Sterling for your daughter from Mr. Potter as Bride price, Mr. Granger?"
"No Dad, I want..." began Hermione.
"Ms. Granger, your father speaks and only he can do the negotiations. He must not be interrupted by you!" exclaimed Hiphook.
Hermione gulped.
"Mr. Granger, what is your answer?" asked Hiphook again, looking eagerly at Matt.
"Mr. Granger," Harry began, looking sideways at Hiphook. "What Master Hiphook wants to know how much money I need to pay for Hermione? The wizard tradition states that with a marriage contract, without specific details about the Bride Price, we must negotiate. If you wonder about the price, it is normally ten thousand Galleons, which results in about fifty thousand Pound."
Hiphook looked annoyed at Harry for a moment, and turned his attention back at Mr. Granger in anticipation.
"If I may advise you Mr. Granger, it is in your best interest to start as high as possible. I suggest we start at hundred thousand Galleons," said Hiphook with a chuckle.
"Mr. Granger, that is a much too much for a Bride price," Harry said with a straight face. "I paid much less for my other women."
Hiphook smirked. "That might be as it is Mr. Granger, but your daughter has amazing legs and a tight derriere."
"Derriere? What in Merlin's name is a derriere, Mr. Granger?" asked Harry puzzled.
Matt was looking shocked at Harry, then at Hiphook, then at his wife. "Are they talking about my daughter?" he asked his wife. She shrugged.
"A derriere is the fleshy part of Ms. Granger's body where she normally sits on," answered Hiphook huffily.
Harry looked for a moment confused at Hiphook, then at Hermione. His eyes dropped and wandered there for some moments. Hermione blushed and huffed, her nose was in the air and Susan and her aunt snorted.
"She has indeed a nice looking derriere, "smirked Harry. "But so has Susan Bones!"
Susan smiled, pleased.
"Be it as it might be, Mr. Granger, but hers are exclusive, including her legs... they are long and pleasing for the eye. Did you see her beautiful long hair... she has a lot of energy and she looks very healthy to me!" commented Hiphook.
Harry looked amused at the sulking Hermione.
"Yes, she does," admitted Harry with an amused smile.
"I'm not a horse to be discussed," hissed Hermione softly. Harry and Hiphook chose not to react at her stinging remark.
"Well, Mr. Granger. I suggest that you bring down the price to ninety thousand Galleons," Hiphook proposed with a sore smile.
"Ninety thousand Galleons is still much too high, Mr. Granger," said Harry.
"Ask what he wants to offer, Mr. Granger," said Hiphook.
"One thousand Galleons," answered Harry.
"One thousand, Harry James Potter!" roared Hermione in indignation. "Am I so worthless to you?"
Everyone looked shocked at Hermione.
"Hermione! What are you saying," Professor McGonagall said flabbergasted. "They're discussing your price like the price of a horse in the market. I wonder when they discuss your teeth."
Hiphook looked immediately interested.
"Professor McGonagall is right, Mr. Granger. Her teeth are in excellent shape, considering that Mr. and Mrs. Granger are dentists, and you can be assured that they took care of her daughter's teeth. The price is up to hundred thousand Galleons again," Hiphook said with a large feral smile.
"That might be as it is, Mr. Granger. But healthy teeth indicate that she is expensive, because she will eat too much. My thousand Galleons still stand," Harry said with a straight face.
"Did he just say that Hermione is expensive?" Matt asked flabbergasted at his wife.
"It is not the issue of expense, Mr. Granger. It is the issue of investment," Hiphook answered. "How more you invest, how better she looks."
"She is grumpy in the mornings, Mr. Granger," Harry said, looking swiftly at Hermione and back to her father.
Matt nodded confirmative.
Hiphook looked disturbed at Hermione's father.
"Ninety thousand Galleons," Hiphook answered harshly.
"Five thousand Galleons," said Harry with a straight face.
"Eighty thousand Galleons, and an Arabic stallion," Hiphook said.
"Is an Arabian stallion more expensive then a Rolls Royce, Master Hiphook?" Harry asked.
"This depends, my Lord. The Arabic stallion I have in mind has indeed the same value," Hiphook answered.
Matt Granger heard it correctly. A real Rolls Royce! Matt looked dreamily at Harry. "What type of Rolls Royce, Harry?" he asked eagerly.
"Da-ad!" Hermione puffed.
Harry looked at Hiphook. "Master Hiphook?"
"A Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, Mr. Granger," Hiphook said with a wide smile. Harry looked impressed.
"Do you own a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, Harry?" asked Matt impressed.
Harry looked again questionable at Hiphook, who nodded confirmative.
"Yes, Mr. Granger, I own a Silver Shadow," Harry said satisfied.
"Well, in that case I want to have one," Matt said, forgetting his wife and daughter. "And eighty thousand quid... I mean Galleons."
Hermione looked like she could explode, Ann Granger looked furious, Harry looked amused and Hiphook pleased.
"Ten thousand Galleons and a Silver Shadow," Harry counter offered quickly. "Not one Galleon more," he said.
"Sixty thousand Galleons, a Silver Shadow and the Arabian Stallion," Hiphook said.
"That is still not a chance, Mr. Granger. The price went even up," said Harry. Matt Granger looked confused, and Hiphook smiled predatorily.
Harry looked pensive for a moment. He could hear that Hermione was busy to work her self into frenzy.
"Fifteen thousand Galleons, a Silver Shadow and the Arabian Stallion," Harry said.
"Fifty thousand Galleons, a Silver Shadow and the Arabian Stallion," Hiphook said.
"Twenty thousand Galleons, a Silver Shadow and the Arabian Stallion," Harry said, "and not one penny more, this is my final offer."
"Sold!" exclaimed Hiphook.
"What? What? What did he say?" asked Matt eagerly.
"You sold your daughter for a bloody horse," his wife murmured loudly.
"And a real Silver Shadow," commented Moody in the background.
"And twenty thousand Galleons," said Madam Bones admirably. "Those were excellent negotiations, Mr. Granger."
Matt Granger was still not aware of the burning looks of his wife and daughter, looked very pleased. "Thank you, Madam Bones," and bowed his head in acknowledgement.
"Ah, Mr. Granger, we need to talk about my commission," Hiphook said, his smile growing. "I suggest twenty five percent of the total value of the negotiated price," he said.
"One percent," said Matt with a straight face.
"But Mr. Granger, I advised you so well in this matter," Hiphook said, looking hurt.
"Fifteen percent," Hiphook said.
"Ten percent only from the Galleons, the Silver Shadow is mine and stays mine," he said.
"In that case you will sleep for many years in that Silver shadow of yours, Matt. You will not be welcome in my bed anymore," hissed Ann Granger loudly.
Moody smirked. "The life of a Silver Shadow is about hundred years, Mr. Granger. I think that you lay much more comfortable in the Silver Shadow then in bed. Also less expensive," he grumbled.
"Ten thousand Galleons," Hiphook said.
"Five thousand Galleons and an account at Gringotts," Matt counter offered.
Hiphook looked thoughtfully at Matt Granger, then at his wife.
"Deal!" he exclaimed. "Now you need to do damage control," he said with a smirk. "This advice is for free, Mr. Granger. Good luck and you might need it very much."
Matt looked at his two very angry looking women and he swallowed.
"Bind your bloody horse in front of your stupid Rolls Royce, and let it pull you to the office, Matt. You will not be welcome in my home anymore," said his wife angrily.
Matt gulped and looked at Harry. "Lord-Baron, do you have a spare room for your poor father in law for some days?"
Harry smiled and nodded.
"Make it a couple of years," Ann Granger grumbled, taking Hermione in a hug.
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