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Chapter 18
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 18
A/N: Editor: The Resident
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Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Malfoy was suffering from acute diarrhea. One instant he was sitting calmly on his chair, the other instant each person saw him bolting for the bathroom. Next to his diarrhea, he also suffered from a severe headache and sometimes wooziness. All of that awkwardness could be described to the fact that our hero, Master of fourteen slaves and fiancée of eleven women, proud owner of many houses, manors and castles, one of the richest men of the world, was suffering of a hefty dose of overload.
The young man sat dazed on his chair at the moment, staring at the wall, not seeing or hearing anything. He was intently being studied by his fiancées and slaves, who sat on homely sofas - a safe distance away of the young lord. The reason for that distance was not because he was vicious or fierce, but when his urge would come up, everyone in his path to the bathroom was in danger of colliding with him, and then the disaster would be complete.
That was exactly what had happened twenty minutes ago, when poor Hermione Granger was trying to get Harry out of his daze. She whispered soothing words in his ear, when suddenly Harry shuddered, leaped from his chair, and ran to the bathroom, except the poor Hermione stood in his way and they fell both on the floor. When they were lying on the floor in a bundle of limbs, everyone could hear the uncomfortable sound which comes with diarrhea, followed by the accompanied smell. Nobody saw Hermione Granger from that moment, because she bolted to the bathroom and was, assumedly, soaking in the bath.
Harry sighed. This could not continue like this, because he would be very sick before the weekend was finished. Those Goblins started to work on his nerves. When he thought about Hiphook, he felt the next wave coming and he was bolting for the bathroom, except that Hermione was occupying that one. The closest bathroom was fifty meters away in his bedroom.
Harry sighed again.
Gidi appeared in front of him and she bowed.
"Master, guests have arrived," she shrieked.
"What guests?" he asked wearily.
"Your slaves, several Goblins, and Mr. Zabini, Master," answered Gidi. Her eyes were wider then normal and she looked at him expectantly.
"Send them in," Harry said, and bolted for the bathroom.
At that moment, a rumpled Hermione appeared from the bathroom, looking anxiously for Harry. When she noticed Harry, she hurried quickly to the rest of the girls, taking a chair as far from Harry as was possible.
The large doors of the foyer opened and Gidi entered, closely followed by three Goblins, ten Goblin warriors, nine girls and a distressed, middle-aged man.
"Master, here are..." and she looked confused for her Lord, who was not in the room. At that moment, the bedroom door opened and a relieved-looking Harry entered.
"Ah, Master, here you are," she said relieved. "I want to announce..." she began.
"Quiet elf," the meanest Goblin warrior barked. "I do the announcements now," he said.
"Lord-Baron, may I introduce you to his Majesty Albano, King of the Goblins, Master Pipette, Head of Gringotts, and Hiphook, chief Accountant Manager Gringotts. The Goblin warrior turned and waved to the women behind the Goblins. "Here are your slaves," he muttered. Then it looked like he discovered the middle-aged man and smirked.
"This low-level creature of a windbag is Mr. Zabini," the Goblin warrior said delighted. "He is our latest fruit of magnificent Goblin revenge and justice."
The Goblin warrior was looking deliriously expectant at a green-looking Harry, who turned immediately; everyone could hear the piercing sound of a huge fart and he bolted again into his bedroom, his hand before his mouth... slamming the door closed.
The King was a very short and plump Goblin. He carried a small golden crown on his head and everyone around him could feel the air of authority radiating from him. He stood in front of Master Pipette, who was the tallest Goblin anyone ever had seen. Master Pipette had a permanent vinegary expression on his face, everyone and everything seems to be beneath him, or so it seemed.
King Albano and Master Pipette were looking at Master Hiphook with an annoyed expression on their faces. Master Hiphook was looking bamboozled at the bedroom door, while the girls behind the Goblins were looking baffled. Pansy and Ginny were on the floor rolling of laughter, and Lavender was bowing over... looking awfully blue in the face because of her suppressed mirth. The rest of the fiancées were looking flabbergasted at the bedroom door as well.
An uncomfortable silence was in the foyer for some minutes, when the King and his senior Goblins were starting to look irritated. They started to slap Master Hiphook on his head, which seem to shrink by the minute. The unhappy Goblin was looking miserably at the bedroom door, but the door stayed shut.
Suddenly and at last, the bedroom door opened cautiously and everyone looked apprehensively at the door. A sheepish-looking Harry stepped into the foyer and he staggered for a moment when he saw all the people and the Goblins. After a brief moment of hesitation, he squared his shoulders and walked to the Goblins.
"Majesty," Harry said, bowing his head slightly," forgive me, because I am in distress." He looked momentarily accusingly at the disheveled Hiphook before he continued. "Certain persons were feeding me so many marvels of Goblin-and Gringotts sanctifications that I suffered an overload. I am only a simple wizard, and I don't have the toughness of a Goblin," Harry said, bowing his head again.
King Albano looked impressed and he laughed. "That is understandable, Lord-Baron. My underlings are, at times, much too enthusiastic for their own good," he said, looking annoyed at Hiphook, who was shrinking considerably.
"He cannot help it, your Majesty. I owe Master Hiphook a lot, because he helped me through a lot these few last days," Harry said. Hiphook looked somewhat relieved and looked hopefully at his King, who nodded shortly at him.
thought Harry.
"Would you like to sit down, your Majesty?" Harry asked the Goblin King.
"No thank you, Lord-Baron. We will not stay long. There is some business I want to finish. I have heard from my underling, Master Hiphook, that you are able to enter the Chamber of Secrets in Hogwarts," asked the King. Hiphook looked happier then before and he seemed to be recovering from his previous bashings.
"Yes, your Majesty. I entered the Chamber of Secrets at my second year at Hogwarts, because I speak Parseltongue. "
Gasps were heard from everyone in the foyer.
"Do you speak Parseltongue, Lord-Baron?" asked an awe-stricken King.
"Yes, your Majesty. I don't see the problem of that," said a surprised Harry.
"It is the sign of the Heir of Slytherin," the king said in awe. "That heritage is still waiting for the rightful heir to step forward, and none of the heritage-magic works for this strange and mysterious family. There has been rumored that a certain Dark Lord with the name Voldemort is the direct Heir of the Slytherin's line, but he never initiated that. Everything is changed now, because you are a Parseltongue speaker and that is a sign of the Slytherin Heir. I will let the best Goblin scientists research this and we will come back to you tomorrow," the King said.
He looked at Harry more carefully.
"Lord-Baron... is it possible that you can retrieve our lost Necklace from the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts for us? We will reward you magnificently," the King said.
"Of course I can and will do that, your Majesty. And rewards are not necessary," said Harry.
"Monday it is," the King said satisfied. "I bid you a good day, Lord-Baron." King Albano, Master Pipette and their ten Goblin warriors marched out of the foyer, leaving a shocked audience behind.
"Why is that necklace so important that your King himself is coming to ask me for it, Master Hiphook?" asked Harry mystified to Hiphook.
"Well, you see, Lord-Baron. The necklace was originally made by Goblin smiths, three hundred fifty years before Rowena Ravenclaw was born. The Goblin King at that time gave her the necklace as a special gift, but the necklace was supposed to be returned to the Goblin nation after she died. That never happened. Four hundred twenty years later, Goblin scientists discovered that the same necklace contains special magical properties, which can be used to heal Goblin women from rare diseases. For the Goblin nation it is extremely important to have that necklace back where it belongs," Hiphook said.
Harry looked unbelievingly at Hiphook. "That is a bull story, master Hiphook. Hiphook was only grinning, but said further nothing.
Sebena Zabini stood trembling between her daughters and other young girls. Her life had taken a drastic turn, which proved to be irreversible. She was married to a Zabini, whose forefathers made a terrible mistake, and she and her daughters needed to pay for that. She resigned herself to it, because there was nothing she could do about it, and she expected to suffer for the mistakes and misdeeds for the rest of her life. She did not expect to be treated well, and she had gloomy expectations of what is going to happen to her. Her husband, Paul, was always one who liked to gamble. It seemed that it ran in the Zabini family, because his father and his grandfather liked to as well.
Thank Merlin he did not drink like his father. As a husband he was not so bad, except that Paul was impotent for more then ten years, and she did not have a man since then. Not that Paul didn't try, because he still had his urges, but he tried so many disgusting things with her. Something about a lost bet, and the Goblin involved in that bet had cursed him to be impotent. That would teach him never to have dealings with Goblins.
Her own family, McLeod, was much more conservative about that. They never gambled, and they always took care that there was bread on the table. When she was married to Paul Zabini, she was very afraid of Paul and his father. Paul's father always loved to look at young girls, and when she was freshly married, she looked young and innocent. Several times she was forced to run for her life and decency, because Paul was too drunk to notice anything and his father wanted to rape her.
Only an hour ago, Gringotts' Goblin warriors and Aurors burst into their home and arrested her and her daughters. They brought a paper with them, which they read aloud in front of her stunned family. Her husband... ex-husband... had begged and begged, but nothing helped. Then he heard that he not only lost his family, but his properties as well. He was a broken man within moments.
The Aurors put them into the terrible Gray Wagon and they were transported to a huge castle, which, she learned, was the Gryffindor castle. The castle was magnificent, but she didn't have much time to study it because they were driven from the wagon to the entrance hall of the castle, where they waited for several minutes. The Aurors went back to the Ministry. Three additional Goblins appeared, who entered the castle itself, and they were forced to follow.
She was proud of her daughters. She knew that her daughters understood the situation perfectly well: they were all slaves now. They were not little girls anymore, and they carried their burden with pride. She knew that Pertine was the most nervous of her daughters; because she saw her eyes glaze over, a sure sign that she was very worried. At fourteen, she was the youngest of her three daughters. Her highest priority now was protecting her daughters as well as possible. She was already grateful that she and her daughters could stay together, instead of being scattered all through the country.
She learned from the Aurors that they now belonged to a Lord-Baron Potter. She remembered that there were no Potter's left anymore, except one, who was only sixteen years old and studied at Hogwarts in Blaise's year. According Blaise, the young blacked-haired boy in front of them was the Harry Potter, the last of the Potter family line. And what she could see about the boy, he was the one who was running the show and he was very much the master of the castle, and so was the Master of her and her daughters.
At least he was not an old man, she thought. Her husband of more then twenty-two years was standing left of her. He was a ruined man, bankrupt, disillusioned and broken down. She suspected that her husband - her ex-husband - would not survive the evening!
Pertine Zabini was trembling and she tried, with all her power, to control herself. She did not want her mother and her sisters to see how scared she was. She looked sideways and saw other girls her age having the same problem as her, except that she could hide her fear better than they. She understood what happened to her, her sisters and mother; they were all reduced to slaves. Why they were reduced to slaves she did not understand completely, but it had something to do with her grandfather, the drunkard.
She looked up and studied the young lord in front of her. Blaise told moments before that he was the Harry Potter, and was very downbeat about him. But he did not look like a monster, nor like a brute. Blaise only remarked that they boy was a spoiled and unpleasant child, who hardly could keep himself out of trouble. She scowled, because now Blaise and her family were in serious trouble, while that Potter boy seemed to be in control.
He looked good and, in a way, very attractive with his wild, black, unruly hair. He had bright green eyes, which were very attractive and his screwed glasses did not make him ugly, rather mysterious. She could see that he was not tall, a bit shorter than Blaise, and he was a bit skinny. Beneath his shirt she could see clearly the outlines of muscles.
Thea Zabini was aware of the nervousness of her youngest sister, and the devastating feelings of her oldest sister, Blaise. But, in all honesty, she thought that their situation could not be worse than it was already before this debacle. They had already lived in poverty for many years. Thanks to her father, who liked to gamble, they had almost nothing left. From all the money the family properties and company earned, most went to the creditors with only a few Galleons left over. Only the oldest sister could go to Hogwarts, and the rest of the sisters were doomed to receive home schooling by their mother.
Thea Zabini knew exactly how much her mother suffered every day, because when her mother thought that all of her daughters were sleeping, she was crying, lonely, in the corner of what was left from their salon. Thea could cry herself over what her father was doing to his family, but the Zabini family was a proud and strong family, and nobody would show any emotion in public, ever!
Thea knew that her father had plans for Pertine and her. He was waiting until she was sixteen years old, and then he would arrange a marriage agreement for her with an unknown wizard. Thea was petrified when she thought of that, and now that decision was taken from her. Now she was going to belong to the wizard boy in front of her. She smiled, because he did not look that bad.
Blaise Zabini was almost bursting in anger. She was not angry at Potter, or even at the Goblins; she was angry at her father. That loser had lost them everything. He was not even able to gamble. First he lost their fortune, then their freedom. And that mother-fucker was getting away with it, while his wife and daughters were suffering for his screw-ups. Blaise looked at the broken figure who was her father, and, with all sincerity, she hoped that he would kill himself.
She saw that he was not depressed about the fact that he lost his family, but he was shocked about the fact that he lost all of his properties and his company. She knew that the creditors would hunt him down, because he had no income anymore, and a lot of money due. She grimaced... and hoped that he suffered many times more then Blaise would suffer.
Blaise was looking at Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived and holy do-gooder. Who could think that the boy was collecting women and slaves? He was the last person she expected to see here.
Daphne Greengrass looked at Harry Potter. She did not feel resentment or anger toward him, because he seemed not to be at fault. She knew exactly who was at fault here, and that was her damned forefathers on the Greengrass side. If those lunatics could have kept their noses out of trouble and dark business, she and her sisters would not be standing here. Now everything was finished for her. Her life as magical model was finished before it could even start. Her fiancée would be so disappointed in her family, or what was left over from it.
Daphne knew that she was beautiful. She thought about her self as a silent beauty, and seeing how boys and men were reacting on her, she knew that her beauty could be used for many things, like manipulating her way into certain circles, which were normally closed to her.
But it did not help her from being arrested by the Aurors, who came into their manor to arrest her and her sisters. That was a terrible experience, which she would never forget. She and her three sisters were playing Exploding Snap in the foyer, when suddenly the Aurors were violently bursting into their manor. They blew out the front door and exploded into the foyer. Her mother came from the kitchen in panic to see what was going on. Daphne could she that she expected to see Death Eaters, and she was very surprised to see only Aurors. At the moment her mother saw the Aurors, she saw the relief on her face.
But that relief was short lived, because when she heard the reason why the Aurors were in her house, she became deathly pale. It was a tragedy what happened after that, because her mother pulled her wand at the Aurors, who stunned her immediately before she could fire on curse. Then the Aurors put them into the Gray Wagon and transported them to this castle.
The first thing she saw was Harry Bloody Potter, the boy with that messy hair, sticking out to all sides. The first impression she had from him was his fart. That was truly disgusting, and she immediately thought about degenerated families and he would be one of them. It was strange in a way, because she thought that the Potters were always marrying external people, and never marry family members.
Well, her life was always ruled by making political and economical pacts with other families, and she was raised with the fact that she would be one day part of an arranged marriage. This was not an arranged marriage as she thought she would be part of, but she thought what was waiting for her here was not that much different.
She knew for sure that she would be sexually used by this young Lord, and she hoped that he was not a brute like Crabbe, Bulstrode and Goyle. Looking more carefully at Potter, she could not imagine that he would be a brute, but looks do not always say the obvious.
Esther Greengrass looked sideways at her younger sister Daphne. She knew what she was thinking, and she also knew that she would not be too much upset. The most important thing for Daphne was that she would get a good deal out of this mess. For Esther herself this was not such a surprise, knowing that her family had done many stupid things. The males of the Greengrass were known for being stupid and reckless. The female of the family were now suffering for it.
Esther Greengrass was thinking about all those years wasted at Durmstrang. If she knew that her education would be worth nothing because she would be reduced to a role as a slave before her seventh year could kick in, she would stayed home all those years ago. Her parents had thought it was better to go to Durmstrang than Hogwarts, because of that old meddling fool of a Dumbledore. Fat chance that was, because now they were all slaves.
She looked at the Potter boy. She'd heard, of course, stories from her sister about this boy, but she did not expect that a mere boy would hold so much political and economical power. Looking at this castle, she knew that the boy was rich beyond belief, and she was sure that Esther could help him to gain some more money and power.
Esther looked at the group of women in the middle of the foyer. She suspected that those women were or slaves or wives of the Potter boy. That meant that he was building a harem, and harems mean power. If the Potter boy would do a good job, he would be able to build himself a powerhouse, where Potter would end up as Minister of Magic and rule a vast empire such as Britain had not seen for many years.
Esther Greengrass saw possibilities here. If she played her cards right, she would be able to build her self a firm position in his harem. She knew that she was good looking and sexy, and she might build herself a position as favorite wife. She knew that becoming an alpha wife would mean giving birth to a first born son would be too late for her, looking at all the girls in the middle of the foyer. For sure they would be all pregnant by now. But when they would not, then she would take her chance immediately.
Petunia Greengrass was nervous. When she looked up to her two older sisters, she saw that they were not too upset with their new situation. Durmstrang had taught her one important thing, never to panic. Petunia Greengrass knew that she was not as beautiful as her two older sisters, but she was also not ugly! She hoped that she could get the most out of this difficult situation as possible. She thought back to her father and mother. She did not see her father after they were arrested by those terrible Aurors, but her mother fought for them.
She was half ashamed that her mother was not able to take out at least one Auror, but at least she did try. And she was ashamed; because she let those Aurors surprise her. Before she knew what was happening, the Aurors had already taken her wand and that was it for her.
She looked at her Master, the black-haired boy with his strange behavior. She knew from Virgina Crabbe, that the boy was very much wanted by the Dark Lord. She had no idea why, but the fact that he was wanted, made him very interesting for her. She had no love for that Dark Lord and his disgusting activities, but she knew that he had some points, which were correct. Petunia believed in purebloods and their cause. If they would mix with half bloods and mud bloods, then the ruling race of purebloods would be over after several generations, and that was too much to accept.
Petunia sighed. All those pureblood ideas were over and done with for her. She was now part of a harem, and she was only a slave in it. She looked again to the black-haired boy. He did not look too bad, and thank Merlin he did not look like a brute. She might even have some fun with him, if he was a normal boy. You never know, especially when you think about that Draco Malfoy figure. He was so spoiled and frustrated, she knew whatever women he would have, she would suffer terribly.
Adore Greengrass was looking at the boy fixedly. That was the boy she had been dreaming about every night. That was the boy she had a crush on for so many years. Adore did not care that she was a slave; the most important thing was that she was his slave. With Adore's fourteen years, she was now ready to make love to the boy of her dreams.
When her mother forced her to go to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts, she fought her mother with everything she had. She wanted to go to Hogwarts only because of one reason: Harry Potter. Her mother did not listen to her and forced her to go to Durmstrang. She was depressed for months at Durmstrang, because she was longing so much for Harry Potter. And here she was, in the castle of her dream prince, very close to him. She sighed happily.
Theresa Crabbe signed unhappily. Her disgusting and stupid brother screwed up again, and she was caught before she could get away from the Aurors. At least, that was what she thought. But who could imagine her surprise that the Aurors did not arrest her because of the things she had done for the Dark Lord, but because she became a slave. And a slave to that Potter brat!
At seventeen, she had a whole life in front of her as an adult witch, but now she was a slave to that monkey there in front of her, and she was finished even before she could start. She hoped that she could start something with the Dark Lord as a Death Eater, like that Black sister, but her father said that she needed to be at least eighteen years old. She had only one year to go before she could make a difference.
It would be nice if she could kill that Potter boy, but that was not possible anymore. Because of that damned slave magic from the Goblins, it would be impossible to kill that son of a bitch. She knew that the Goblin magic would cause her to get feelings for that disgusting boy with his ridiculous black hair.
Virgina Crabbe was smiling when she heard the fart of the Potter boy. That was so cool, and that in front of the Goblin King. She knew her sister and she knew that the bitch wanted to become a Death Eater, and now she was part of the Potter harem. She could not help but smile again.
Virgina was always the black sheep of the family, and now her investments were going to pay back. She was the good girl, while her sister and brothers were the idiot cows. That was a sentence she heard all her life, except opposite. She would be the stupid cow.
Harry looked at the group of strange women, who were looking on in awe, suspicion or fear. Harry sighed, and walked toward his fiancées and slaves.
"Gidi"
"Yes, Master?" Gidi said, appearing in front of Harry.
"Refreshments for everyone, please," he asked the little elf.
"Yes, Master," Gidi said and plopped away.
Tea, coffee, pumpkin juice, cookies and little cakes appeared on the tables and Harry invited everyone to sit. With the help of a stern look from Hiphook, everyone sat as quickly as possible.
Master Hiphook looked up proudly and addressed the women.
"You are summoned here by Goblin warriors and Aurors to finish the transfer from your current life to a life as slave with your Master. Your Master is Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Malfoy. "
He looked at the depressed looking women.
"Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Malfoy is here to claim his properties," Hiphook said formally.
"Ms. Blaise Zabini, I declare here and now, that you are Lord-Baron's personal property. Your free will and magic is bound to the Lord-Baron, all your possessions, rights and duties are revoked and your name is now Blaise Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Malfoy." A flash of bluish light enclosed Blaise, and faded away shortly.
Hiphook turned to the crying Thea Zabini.
"Ms. Thea Zabini, I declare here and now, that you are Lord-Baron's personal property. Your free will and magic is bound to the Lord-Baron, all your possessions, rights and duties are revoked and your name is now Thea Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Malfoy." A flash of bluish light enclosed Thea, and faded away shortly.
Harry felt his heart distressing when he was looking at the girls, while Hiphook was finalizing the transfer of a life into nothingness. He felt so sorry. Blaise kept her head proudly held up, and she had an arm around her sister, Thea, who was very emotional. Thea was fighting against the tears and was biting her lips, trying desperately to keep her composure.
Blaise Zabini was a quiet beauty, very distant. He always thought about Blaise as the ice-queen. She never seem to have social contacts with anyone, and she was always quiet and kept to herself. Harry was wrong; it was obvious that she loved her family. Now disaster had struck and reduced her and her family to personal slaves. Harry understood that this must be devastating for her.
Harry felt that this suffering must end as quickly as possible.
"Stop it, Master Hiphook," Harry said firmly.
Hiphook was in the middle of announcing the slave-notification, when he stopped, and looked surprised at Harry.
"My apologies, Master Hiphook, but I think it is better to have some words with all the women present here before you continue, don't you think?" Harry asked silkily.
It was very clear that Hiphook was not interested in that at all, but wisely said nothing, he only nodded and stepped back.
Harry turned to the women in front of him. "My name is Harry Potter," he began. He heard Hiphook started to say something, and he held up his hand.
"You've had the tragedy to end up as slaves. Master Hiphook here is doing his duty by overseeing this transfer; otherwise you will get some serious magical problems if he did not."
He smiled at the women kindly.
"I do not endorse slavery," Harry said with hard voice. "I hate it, it is primitive and devastating. "
He looked to the unmoving women in front of him.
"There is a solution in the making," Harry said. "This solution is not perfect, but it is better than being a slave. Monday, a law is going to be enacted so that it will be possible for a slave to marry when the Master of the slave agrees. When the slave marries, she is free again. And this master will agree."
Blaise looked at him, unbelieving, and the older woman Harry assumed was Blaise mother shifted her weight, but nobody else responded.
"To stay a slave, or to marry, is a choice you must make for yourself," Harry said.
Harry turned and walked toward his bedroom door. In front of the door he turned and looked at the slaves.
"One more thing... nobody and nothing will use anyone against her will. You will not be sex slaves, that will never happen as long as I am alive and ruling here," Harry said passionately. Mr. Zabini, please come with me.
Paul Zabini looked up surprised. Did that boy ask for him, and he looked unbelievingly at Potter. Harry waved to accompany him. He walked toward Potter and they both disappeared in the bedroom.
Paul Zabini was a desperate man and he knew he was finished. When he walked into this amazing bedroom, he looked at the back of the man who took his properties. Those properties had been in his family for generations, and this boy simply took it. He had no right to do this!
This would be his only chance. If he was a fallen man, at least he could kill the Potter boy and run to the Dark Lord. He was sure that the Dark Lord would reward him greatly. Paul Zabini grabbed his wand and pointed it at the back of the black-haired boy.
"Reducto" he yelled with all his power.
A red beam of magical energy burst out of his wand, and he saw the boy begin to twist his body after hearing his incarnation, but it would be too late for the boy to do anything about it. The red beam of magical energy flew with great speed toward the upper part of the boy's back.
Before the eyes of Paul Zabini, the beam of his curse exploded against the boy, who was surrounded by a greenish shield, and was bounced back immediately toward Paul, who was hit in his chest. He was dead before he dropped to the ground.
Harry heard the incarnation of the Reducto curse. By automatic reflex, he wanted to throw him self on the ground, but before that could happen, three things took place. First, he felt the explosion of the curse... or better... he saw the light of the impact of the curse, and then he was surrounded by a greenish shield. The third thing that happened was that he saw impressions of vague shapes of salamander-like creatures surrounding him. Before he could concentrate on one of those creatures, the impression fainted into non-existence.
Harry turned quickly toward Mr. Zabini, and he saw him falling to the floor with a huge hole in his chest, an expression of unbelieving surprise still on his face. That moment the door to his bedroom slammed open and four vicious Goblinettas came bursting into the bedroom, their swords and wands at ready. They saw what happened and jumped on the body of Mr. Zabini. It was obvious to Harry that the man was already dead, because it was impossible to survive a hole so large in the chest. One of the Goblinettas chopped the head off of Mr. Zabini, while the three other Goblinettas were surrounding Harry in fighting stance.
Next, a very upset Hiphook and Su Li entered the bedroom. Hiphook looked at what happened and sighed in relief.
"I see that your personal guards could protect you against a lonely assailant," said Hiphook relieved.
Harry nodded, and looked uneasily at the body of Mr. Zabini. "He attacked me from behind," said Harry with a sigh.
"Yes, we all heard the curse from Mr. Zabini. I think it is a worthy end for a real man. Who would have thought that he would be able to do that," said the Goblin.
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A/N: Editor: The Resident
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Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Malfoy was suffering from acute diarrhea. One instant he was sitting calmly on his chair, the other instant each person saw him bolting for the bathroom. Next to his diarrhea, he also suffered from a severe headache and sometimes wooziness. All of that awkwardness could be described to the fact that our hero, Master of fourteen slaves and fiancée of eleven women, proud owner of many houses, manors and castles, one of the richest men of the world, was suffering of a hefty dose of overload.
The young man sat dazed on his chair at the moment, staring at the wall, not seeing or hearing anything. He was intently being studied by his fiancées and slaves, who sat on homely sofas - a safe distance away of the young lord. The reason for that distance was not because he was vicious or fierce, but when his urge would come up, everyone in his path to the bathroom was in danger of colliding with him, and then the disaster would be complete.
That was exactly what had happened twenty minutes ago, when poor Hermione Granger was trying to get Harry out of his daze. She whispered soothing words in his ear, when suddenly Harry shuddered, leaped from his chair, and ran to the bathroom, except the poor Hermione stood in his way and they fell both on the floor. When they were lying on the floor in a bundle of limbs, everyone could hear the uncomfortable sound which comes with diarrhea, followed by the accompanied smell. Nobody saw Hermione Granger from that moment, because she bolted to the bathroom and was, assumedly, soaking in the bath.
Harry sighed. This could not continue like this, because he would be very sick before the weekend was finished. Those Goblins started to work on his nerves. When he thought about Hiphook, he felt the next wave coming and he was bolting for the bathroom, except that Hermione was occupying that one. The closest bathroom was fifty meters away in his bedroom.
Harry sighed again.
Gidi appeared in front of him and she bowed.
"Master, guests have arrived," she shrieked.
"What guests?" he asked wearily.
"Your slaves, several Goblins, and Mr. Zabini, Master," answered Gidi. Her eyes were wider then normal and she looked at him expectantly.
"Send them in," Harry said, and bolted for the bathroom.
At that moment, a rumpled Hermione appeared from the bathroom, looking anxiously for Harry. When she noticed Harry, she hurried quickly to the rest of the girls, taking a chair as far from Harry as was possible.
The large doors of the foyer opened and Gidi entered, closely followed by three Goblins, ten Goblin warriors, nine girls and a distressed, middle-aged man.
"Master, here are..." and she looked confused for her Lord, who was not in the room. At that moment, the bedroom door opened and a relieved-looking Harry entered.
"Ah, Master, here you are," she said relieved. "I want to announce..." she began.
"Quiet elf," the meanest Goblin warrior barked. "I do the announcements now," he said.
"Lord-Baron, may I introduce you to his Majesty Albano, King of the Goblins, Master Pipette, Head of Gringotts, and Hiphook, chief Accountant Manager Gringotts. The Goblin warrior turned and waved to the women behind the Goblins. "Here are your slaves," he muttered. Then it looked like he discovered the middle-aged man and smirked.
"This low-level creature of a windbag is Mr. Zabini," the Goblin warrior said delighted. "He is our latest fruit of magnificent Goblin revenge and justice."
The Goblin warrior was looking deliriously expectant at a green-looking Harry, who turned immediately; everyone could hear the piercing sound of a huge fart and he bolted again into his bedroom, his hand before his mouth... slamming the door closed.
The King was a very short and plump Goblin. He carried a small golden crown on his head and everyone around him could feel the air of authority radiating from him. He stood in front of Master Pipette, who was the tallest Goblin anyone ever had seen. Master Pipette had a permanent vinegary expression on his face, everyone and everything seems to be beneath him, or so it seemed.
King Albano and Master Pipette were looking at Master Hiphook with an annoyed expression on their faces. Master Hiphook was looking bamboozled at the bedroom door, while the girls behind the Goblins were looking baffled. Pansy and Ginny were on the floor rolling of laughter, and Lavender was bowing over... looking awfully blue in the face because of her suppressed mirth. The rest of the fiancées were looking flabbergasted at the bedroom door as well.
An uncomfortable silence was in the foyer for some minutes, when the King and his senior Goblins were starting to look irritated. They started to slap Master Hiphook on his head, which seem to shrink by the minute. The unhappy Goblin was looking miserably at the bedroom door, but the door stayed shut.
Suddenly and at last, the bedroom door opened cautiously and everyone looked apprehensively at the door. A sheepish-looking Harry stepped into the foyer and he staggered for a moment when he saw all the people and the Goblins. After a brief moment of hesitation, he squared his shoulders and walked to the Goblins.
"Majesty," Harry said, bowing his head slightly," forgive me, because I am in distress." He looked momentarily accusingly at the disheveled Hiphook before he continued. "Certain persons were feeding me so many marvels of Goblin-and Gringotts sanctifications that I suffered an overload. I am only a simple wizard, and I don't have the toughness of a Goblin," Harry said, bowing his head again.
King Albano looked impressed and he laughed. "That is understandable, Lord-Baron. My underlings are, at times, much too enthusiastic for their own good," he said, looking annoyed at Hiphook, who was shrinking considerably.
"He cannot help it, your Majesty. I owe Master Hiphook a lot, because he helped me through a lot these few last days," Harry said. Hiphook looked somewhat relieved and looked hopefully at his King, who nodded shortly at him.
thought Harry.
"Would you like to sit down, your Majesty?" Harry asked the Goblin King.
"No thank you, Lord-Baron. We will not stay long. There is some business I want to finish. I have heard from my underling, Master Hiphook, that you are able to enter the Chamber of Secrets in Hogwarts," asked the King. Hiphook looked happier then before and he seemed to be recovering from his previous bashings.
"Yes, your Majesty. I entered the Chamber of Secrets at my second year at Hogwarts, because I speak Parseltongue. "
Gasps were heard from everyone in the foyer.
"Do you speak Parseltongue, Lord-Baron?" asked an awe-stricken King.
"Yes, your Majesty. I don't see the problem of that," said a surprised Harry.
"It is the sign of the Heir of Slytherin," the king said in awe. "That heritage is still waiting for the rightful heir to step forward, and none of the heritage-magic works for this strange and mysterious family. There has been rumored that a certain Dark Lord with the name Voldemort is the direct Heir of the Slytherin's line, but he never initiated that. Everything is changed now, because you are a Parseltongue speaker and that is a sign of the Slytherin Heir. I will let the best Goblin scientists research this and we will come back to you tomorrow," the King said.
He looked at Harry more carefully.
"Lord-Baron... is it possible that you can retrieve our lost Necklace from the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts for us? We will reward you magnificently," the King said.
"Of course I can and will do that, your Majesty. And rewards are not necessary," said Harry.
"Monday it is," the King said satisfied. "I bid you a good day, Lord-Baron." King Albano, Master Pipette and their ten Goblin warriors marched out of the foyer, leaving a shocked audience behind.
"Why is that necklace so important that your King himself is coming to ask me for it, Master Hiphook?" asked Harry mystified to Hiphook.
"Well, you see, Lord-Baron. The necklace was originally made by Goblin smiths, three hundred fifty years before Rowena Ravenclaw was born. The Goblin King at that time gave her the necklace as a special gift, but the necklace was supposed to be returned to the Goblin nation after she died. That never happened. Four hundred twenty years later, Goblin scientists discovered that the same necklace contains special magical properties, which can be used to heal Goblin women from rare diseases. For the Goblin nation it is extremely important to have that necklace back where it belongs," Hiphook said.
Harry looked unbelievingly at Hiphook. "That is a bull story, master Hiphook. Hiphook was only grinning, but said further nothing.
Sebena Zabini stood trembling between her daughters and other young girls. Her life had taken a drastic turn, which proved to be irreversible. She was married to a Zabini, whose forefathers made a terrible mistake, and she and her daughters needed to pay for that. She resigned herself to it, because there was nothing she could do about it, and she expected to suffer for the mistakes and misdeeds for the rest of her life. She did not expect to be treated well, and she had gloomy expectations of what is going to happen to her. Her husband, Paul, was always one who liked to gamble. It seemed that it ran in the Zabini family, because his father and his grandfather liked to as well.
Thank Merlin he did not drink like his father. As a husband he was not so bad, except that Paul was impotent for more then ten years, and she did not have a man since then. Not that Paul didn't try, because he still had his urges, but he tried so many disgusting things with her. Something about a lost bet, and the Goblin involved in that bet had cursed him to be impotent. That would teach him never to have dealings with Goblins.
Her own family, McLeod, was much more conservative about that. They never gambled, and they always took care that there was bread on the table. When she was married to Paul Zabini, she was very afraid of Paul and his father. Paul's father always loved to look at young girls, and when she was freshly married, she looked young and innocent. Several times she was forced to run for her life and decency, because Paul was too drunk to notice anything and his father wanted to rape her.
Only an hour ago, Gringotts' Goblin warriors and Aurors burst into their home and arrested her and her daughters. They brought a paper with them, which they read aloud in front of her stunned family. Her husband... ex-husband... had begged and begged, but nothing helped. Then he heard that he not only lost his family, but his properties as well. He was a broken man within moments.
The Aurors put them into the terrible Gray Wagon and they were transported to a huge castle, which, she learned, was the Gryffindor castle. The castle was magnificent, but she didn't have much time to study it because they were driven from the wagon to the entrance hall of the castle, where they waited for several minutes. The Aurors went back to the Ministry. Three additional Goblins appeared, who entered the castle itself, and they were forced to follow.
She was proud of her daughters. She knew that her daughters understood the situation perfectly well: they were all slaves now. They were not little girls anymore, and they carried their burden with pride. She knew that Pertine was the most nervous of her daughters; because she saw her eyes glaze over, a sure sign that she was very worried. At fourteen, she was the youngest of her three daughters. Her highest priority now was protecting her daughters as well as possible. She was already grateful that she and her daughters could stay together, instead of being scattered all through the country.
She learned from the Aurors that they now belonged to a Lord-Baron Potter. She remembered that there were no Potter's left anymore, except one, who was only sixteen years old and studied at Hogwarts in Blaise's year. According Blaise, the young blacked-haired boy in front of them was the Harry Potter, the last of the Potter family line. And what she could see about the boy, he was the one who was running the show and he was very much the master of the castle, and so was the Master of her and her daughters.
At least he was not an old man, she thought. Her husband of more then twenty-two years was standing left of her. He was a ruined man, bankrupt, disillusioned and broken down. She suspected that her husband - her ex-husband - would not survive the evening!
Pertine Zabini was trembling and she tried, with all her power, to control herself. She did not want her mother and her sisters to see how scared she was. She looked sideways and saw other girls her age having the same problem as her, except that she could hide her fear better than they. She understood what happened to her, her sisters and mother; they were all reduced to slaves. Why they were reduced to slaves she did not understand completely, but it had something to do with her grandfather, the drunkard.
She looked up and studied the young lord in front of her. Blaise told moments before that he was the Harry Potter, and was very downbeat about him. But he did not look like a monster, nor like a brute. Blaise only remarked that they boy was a spoiled and unpleasant child, who hardly could keep himself out of trouble. She scowled, because now Blaise and her family were in serious trouble, while that Potter boy seemed to be in control.
He looked good and, in a way, very attractive with his wild, black, unruly hair. He had bright green eyes, which were very attractive and his screwed glasses did not make him ugly, rather mysterious. She could see that he was not tall, a bit shorter than Blaise, and he was a bit skinny. Beneath his shirt she could see clearly the outlines of muscles.
Thea Zabini was aware of the nervousness of her youngest sister, and the devastating feelings of her oldest sister, Blaise. But, in all honesty, she thought that their situation could not be worse than it was already before this debacle. They had already lived in poverty for many years. Thanks to her father, who liked to gamble, they had almost nothing left. From all the money the family properties and company earned, most went to the creditors with only a few Galleons left over. Only the oldest sister could go to Hogwarts, and the rest of the sisters were doomed to receive home schooling by their mother.
Thea Zabini knew exactly how much her mother suffered every day, because when her mother thought that all of her daughters were sleeping, she was crying, lonely, in the corner of what was left from their salon. Thea could cry herself over what her father was doing to his family, but the Zabini family was a proud and strong family, and nobody would show any emotion in public, ever!
Thea knew that her father had plans for Pertine and her. He was waiting until she was sixteen years old, and then he would arrange a marriage agreement for her with an unknown wizard. Thea was petrified when she thought of that, and now that decision was taken from her. Now she was going to belong to the wizard boy in front of her. She smiled, because he did not look that bad.
Blaise Zabini was almost bursting in anger. She was not angry at Potter, or even at the Goblins; she was angry at her father. That loser had lost them everything. He was not even able to gamble. First he lost their fortune, then their freedom. And that mother-fucker was getting away with it, while his wife and daughters were suffering for his screw-ups. Blaise looked at the broken figure who was her father, and, with all sincerity, she hoped that he would kill himself.
She saw that he was not depressed about the fact that he lost his family, but he was shocked about the fact that he lost all of his properties and his company. She knew that the creditors would hunt him down, because he had no income anymore, and a lot of money due. She grimaced... and hoped that he suffered many times more then Blaise would suffer.
Blaise was looking at Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived and holy do-gooder. Who could think that the boy was collecting women and slaves? He was the last person she expected to see here.
Daphne Greengrass looked at Harry Potter. She did not feel resentment or anger toward him, because he seemed not to be at fault. She knew exactly who was at fault here, and that was her damned forefathers on the Greengrass side. If those lunatics could have kept their noses out of trouble and dark business, she and her sisters would not be standing here. Now everything was finished for her. Her life as magical model was finished before it could even start. Her fiancée would be so disappointed in her family, or what was left over from it.
Daphne knew that she was beautiful. She thought about her self as a silent beauty, and seeing how boys and men were reacting on her, she knew that her beauty could be used for many things, like manipulating her way into certain circles, which were normally closed to her.
But it did not help her from being arrested by the Aurors, who came into their manor to arrest her and her sisters. That was a terrible experience, which she would never forget. She and her three sisters were playing Exploding Snap in the foyer, when suddenly the Aurors were violently bursting into their manor. They blew out the front door and exploded into the foyer. Her mother came from the kitchen in panic to see what was going on. Daphne could she that she expected to see Death Eaters, and she was very surprised to see only Aurors. At the moment her mother saw the Aurors, she saw the relief on her face.
But that relief was short lived, because when she heard the reason why the Aurors were in her house, she became deathly pale. It was a tragedy what happened after that, because her mother pulled her wand at the Aurors, who stunned her immediately before she could fire on curse. Then the Aurors put them into the Gray Wagon and transported them to this castle.
The first thing she saw was Harry Bloody Potter, the boy with that messy hair, sticking out to all sides. The first impression she had from him was his fart. That was truly disgusting, and she immediately thought about degenerated families and he would be one of them. It was strange in a way, because she thought that the Potters were always marrying external people, and never marry family members.
Well, her life was always ruled by making political and economical pacts with other families, and she was raised with the fact that she would be one day part of an arranged marriage. This was not an arranged marriage as she thought she would be part of, but she thought what was waiting for her here was not that much different.
She knew for sure that she would be sexually used by this young Lord, and she hoped that he was not a brute like Crabbe, Bulstrode and Goyle. Looking more carefully at Potter, she could not imagine that he would be a brute, but looks do not always say the obvious.
Esther Greengrass looked sideways at her younger sister Daphne. She knew what she was thinking, and she also knew that she would not be too much upset. The most important thing for Daphne was that she would get a good deal out of this mess. For Esther herself this was not such a surprise, knowing that her family had done many stupid things. The males of the Greengrass were known for being stupid and reckless. The female of the family were now suffering for it.
Esther Greengrass was thinking about all those years wasted at Durmstrang. If she knew that her education would be worth nothing because she would be reduced to a role as a slave before her seventh year could kick in, she would stayed home all those years ago. Her parents had thought it was better to go to Durmstrang than Hogwarts, because of that old meddling fool of a Dumbledore. Fat chance that was, because now they were all slaves.
She looked at the Potter boy. She'd heard, of course, stories from her sister about this boy, but she did not expect that a mere boy would hold so much political and economical power. Looking at this castle, she knew that the boy was rich beyond belief, and she was sure that Esther could help him to gain some more money and power.
Esther looked at the group of women in the middle of the foyer. She suspected that those women were or slaves or wives of the Potter boy. That meant that he was building a harem, and harems mean power. If the Potter boy would do a good job, he would be able to build himself a powerhouse, where Potter would end up as Minister of Magic and rule a vast empire such as Britain had not seen for many years.
Esther Greengrass saw possibilities here. If she played her cards right, she would be able to build her self a firm position in his harem. She knew that she was good looking and sexy, and she might build herself a position as favorite wife. She knew that becoming an alpha wife would mean giving birth to a first born son would be too late for her, looking at all the girls in the middle of the foyer. For sure they would be all pregnant by now. But when they would not, then she would take her chance immediately.
Petunia Greengrass was nervous. When she looked up to her two older sisters, she saw that they were not too upset with their new situation. Durmstrang had taught her one important thing, never to panic. Petunia Greengrass knew that she was not as beautiful as her two older sisters, but she was also not ugly! She hoped that she could get the most out of this difficult situation as possible. She thought back to her father and mother. She did not see her father after they were arrested by those terrible Aurors, but her mother fought for them.
She was half ashamed that her mother was not able to take out at least one Auror, but at least she did try. And she was ashamed; because she let those Aurors surprise her. Before she knew what was happening, the Aurors had already taken her wand and that was it for her.
She looked at her Master, the black-haired boy with his strange behavior. She knew from Virgina Crabbe, that the boy was very much wanted by the Dark Lord. She had no idea why, but the fact that he was wanted, made him very interesting for her. She had no love for that Dark Lord and his disgusting activities, but she knew that he had some points, which were correct. Petunia believed in purebloods and their cause. If they would mix with half bloods and mud bloods, then the ruling race of purebloods would be over after several generations, and that was too much to accept.
Petunia sighed. All those pureblood ideas were over and done with for her. She was now part of a harem, and she was only a slave in it. She looked again to the black-haired boy. He did not look too bad, and thank Merlin he did not look like a brute. She might even have some fun with him, if he was a normal boy. You never know, especially when you think about that Draco Malfoy figure. He was so spoiled and frustrated, she knew whatever women he would have, she would suffer terribly.
Adore Greengrass was looking at the boy fixedly. That was the boy she had been dreaming about every night. That was the boy she had a crush on for so many years. Adore did not care that she was a slave; the most important thing was that she was his slave. With Adore's fourteen years, she was now ready to make love to the boy of her dreams.
When her mother forced her to go to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts, she fought her mother with everything she had. She wanted to go to Hogwarts only because of one reason: Harry Potter. Her mother did not listen to her and forced her to go to Durmstrang. She was depressed for months at Durmstrang, because she was longing so much for Harry Potter. And here she was, in the castle of her dream prince, very close to him. She sighed happily.
Theresa Crabbe signed unhappily. Her disgusting and stupid brother screwed up again, and she was caught before she could get away from the Aurors. At least, that was what she thought. But who could imagine her surprise that the Aurors did not arrest her because of the things she had done for the Dark Lord, but because she became a slave. And a slave to that Potter brat!
At seventeen, she had a whole life in front of her as an adult witch, but now she was a slave to that monkey there in front of her, and she was finished even before she could start. She hoped that she could start something with the Dark Lord as a Death Eater, like that Black sister, but her father said that she needed to be at least eighteen years old. She had only one year to go before she could make a difference.
It would be nice if she could kill that Potter boy, but that was not possible anymore. Because of that damned slave magic from the Goblins, it would be impossible to kill that son of a bitch. She knew that the Goblin magic would cause her to get feelings for that disgusting boy with his ridiculous black hair.
Virgina Crabbe was smiling when she heard the fart of the Potter boy. That was so cool, and that in front of the Goblin King. She knew her sister and she knew that the bitch wanted to become a Death Eater, and now she was part of the Potter harem. She could not help but smile again.
Virgina was always the black sheep of the family, and now her investments were going to pay back. She was the good girl, while her sister and brothers were the idiot cows. That was a sentence she heard all her life, except opposite. She would be the stupid cow.
Harry looked at the group of strange women, who were looking on in awe, suspicion or fear. Harry sighed, and walked toward his fiancées and slaves.
"Gidi"
"Yes, Master?" Gidi said, appearing in front of Harry.
"Refreshments for everyone, please," he asked the little elf.
"Yes, Master," Gidi said and plopped away.
Tea, coffee, pumpkin juice, cookies and little cakes appeared on the tables and Harry invited everyone to sit. With the help of a stern look from Hiphook, everyone sat as quickly as possible.
Master Hiphook looked up proudly and addressed the women.
"You are summoned here by Goblin warriors and Aurors to finish the transfer from your current life to a life as slave with your Master. Your Master is Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Malfoy. "
He looked at the depressed looking women.
"Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Malfoy is here to claim his properties," Hiphook said formally.
"Ms. Blaise Zabini, I declare here and now, that you are Lord-Baron's personal property. Your free will and magic is bound to the Lord-Baron, all your possessions, rights and duties are revoked and your name is now Blaise Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Malfoy." A flash of bluish light enclosed Blaise, and faded away shortly.
Hiphook turned to the crying Thea Zabini.
"Ms. Thea Zabini, I declare here and now, that you are Lord-Baron's personal property. Your free will and magic is bound to the Lord-Baron, all your possessions, rights and duties are revoked and your name is now Thea Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Malfoy." A flash of bluish light enclosed Thea, and faded away shortly.
Harry felt his heart distressing when he was looking at the girls, while Hiphook was finalizing the transfer of a life into nothingness. He felt so sorry. Blaise kept her head proudly held up, and she had an arm around her sister, Thea, who was very emotional. Thea was fighting against the tears and was biting her lips, trying desperately to keep her composure.
Blaise Zabini was a quiet beauty, very distant. He always thought about Blaise as the ice-queen. She never seem to have social contacts with anyone, and she was always quiet and kept to herself. Harry was wrong; it was obvious that she loved her family. Now disaster had struck and reduced her and her family to personal slaves. Harry understood that this must be devastating for her.
Harry felt that this suffering must end as quickly as possible.
"Stop it, Master Hiphook," Harry said firmly.
Hiphook was in the middle of announcing the slave-notification, when he stopped, and looked surprised at Harry.
"My apologies, Master Hiphook, but I think it is better to have some words with all the women present here before you continue, don't you think?" Harry asked silkily.
It was very clear that Hiphook was not interested in that at all, but wisely said nothing, he only nodded and stepped back.
Harry turned to the women in front of him. "My name is Harry Potter," he began. He heard Hiphook started to say something, and he held up his hand.
"You've had the tragedy to end up as slaves. Master Hiphook here is doing his duty by overseeing this transfer; otherwise you will get some serious magical problems if he did not."
He smiled at the women kindly.
"I do not endorse slavery," Harry said with hard voice. "I hate it, it is primitive and devastating. "
He looked to the unmoving women in front of him.
"There is a solution in the making," Harry said. "This solution is not perfect, but it is better than being a slave. Monday, a law is going to be enacted so that it will be possible for a slave to marry when the Master of the slave agrees. When the slave marries, she is free again. And this master will agree."
Blaise looked at him, unbelieving, and the older woman Harry assumed was Blaise mother shifted her weight, but nobody else responded.
"To stay a slave, or to marry, is a choice you must make for yourself," Harry said.
Harry turned and walked toward his bedroom door. In front of the door he turned and looked at the slaves.
"One more thing... nobody and nothing will use anyone against her will. You will not be sex slaves, that will never happen as long as I am alive and ruling here," Harry said passionately. Mr. Zabini, please come with me.
Paul Zabini looked up surprised. Did that boy ask for him, and he looked unbelievingly at Potter. Harry waved to accompany him. He walked toward Potter and they both disappeared in the bedroom.
Paul Zabini was a desperate man and he knew he was finished. When he walked into this amazing bedroom, he looked at the back of the man who took his properties. Those properties had been in his family for generations, and this boy simply took it. He had no right to do this!
This would be his only chance. If he was a fallen man, at least he could kill the Potter boy and run to the Dark Lord. He was sure that the Dark Lord would reward him greatly. Paul Zabini grabbed his wand and pointed it at the back of the black-haired boy.
"Reducto" he yelled with all his power.
A red beam of magical energy burst out of his wand, and he saw the boy begin to twist his body after hearing his incarnation, but it would be too late for the boy to do anything about it. The red beam of magical energy flew with great speed toward the upper part of the boy's back.
Before the eyes of Paul Zabini, the beam of his curse exploded against the boy, who was surrounded by a greenish shield, and was bounced back immediately toward Paul, who was hit in his chest. He was dead before he dropped to the ground.
Harry heard the incarnation of the Reducto curse. By automatic reflex, he wanted to throw him self on the ground, but before that could happen, three things took place. First, he felt the explosion of the curse... or better... he saw the light of the impact of the curse, and then he was surrounded by a greenish shield. The third thing that happened was that he saw impressions of vague shapes of salamander-like creatures surrounding him. Before he could concentrate on one of those creatures, the impression fainted into non-existence.
Harry turned quickly toward Mr. Zabini, and he saw him falling to the floor with a huge hole in his chest, an expression of unbelieving surprise still on his face. That moment the door to his bedroom slammed open and four vicious Goblinettas came bursting into the bedroom, their swords and wands at ready. They saw what happened and jumped on the body of Mr. Zabini. It was obvious to Harry that the man was already dead, because it was impossible to survive a hole so large in the chest. One of the Goblinettas chopped the head off of Mr. Zabini, while the three other Goblinettas were surrounding Harry in fighting stance.
Next, a very upset Hiphook and Su Li entered the bedroom. Hiphook looked at what happened and sighed in relief.
"I see that your personal guards could protect you against a lonely assailant," said Hiphook relieved.
Harry nodded, and looked uneasily at the body of Mr. Zabini. "He attacked me from behind," said Harry with a sigh.
"Yes, we all heard the curse from Mr. Zabini. I think it is a worthy end for a real man. Who would have thought that he would be able to do that," said the Goblin.
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