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Chapter 19
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 19
A/N: Editor: The Resident
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Harry was traumatized. Luna could not think about anything else when she looked at the black-haired boy... no... young man. He sat on his bed in their bedroom and he was staring through the window without seeing anything. Harry's hair was as wild as usual, his spectacles were typical Harry's - The-Boy-Who-Lived - his eyes as green as that of the famous toad from Neville, his nose was aristocratic, not as crooked as that from Snape, he had full his lips... to kiss and suck... not those small flat lips as she had, and his amazing dimple in his chin when he smiled.
Four hours ago, there was a failed attempt on his life. Before that excitement, Harry got ten new slaves, and before that he got to hear the news of a new heritage. Every man alive would be happy to receive such a heritage, but this is Harry, he got all those strange happenings coming to him, which makes such heritage become simply bizarre.
Luna smiled when she remembered that loud fart when the Goblin King entered the foyer. She would never forget the expression on the face of Hiphook. The poor Goblin looked like he got a heart attack at that moment. Now it seems that the fate of Hiphook the Goblin was connected in a way with that of Harry's. Very strange was that, and the way how fate was working, she expected to see more bizarre things happen.
In the meantime, Harry was stirring... he turned his head and looked at her.
"What do you think, Luna? Are the new slaves upset?" Harry asked, looking her straight in the eyes.
Luna nodded, and she did not avert her eyes. "I think that they are very much upset at the moment, Harry."
He continued looking in her eyes. "What did I do to deserve this, Luna?"
"Nothing, Harry. The fates have chosen you to carry the weight, and that is what you are doing," Luna answered.
"That is helping me a lot," Harry murmured. "I think I need to reassure the new slaves and see what can be done to change their destiny." Harry grimaced. "I'm starting to sound like you," he said with a warm smile. That little dimple in his chin was there again and she sighed, looking dreamily in his eyes.
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In all her forty-one years, Sebena Zabini never heard of such unbelievingly story in her life, as the story the girls told her some minutes ago. What she understood from the girls was that Harry James Potter fell into a trap from the Goblins. Already for many generations they set up a trap for the last descendents of the Potter's line. And now Harry James Potter had the bad luck to be the one who was trapped, thanks to the ex-headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
Sebena saw that Blaise was sitting with Pansy Parkinson and they were whispering between each other. Thea and Pertine were sitting with her, but they did not look too distressed. They were looking repeatedly at the Greengrass girls. She immediately recognized Daphne, Esther and Petunia Greengrass, and she saw Adore Greengrass talking with Theresa Crabbe at the other side of the foyer.
It was clear to her that Dumbledore did not tell Harry anything about his background and family, because he had an interest in Harry accepting the heritages. She suspected that Dumbledore did not count on the number of heritages he received, and she suspected that Gringotts did not expect that to happen as well. Now they were all victims from their own little rules and laws.
She knew, after talking with many knowledgeable people in her past, that the Ministry of Magic and Goblins were building for years on a world, which was ruled by Magic. For the Ministry it would be ideal to have a society which was monitored by magic and in some cases automatically punished. All of those magical laws would be carefully designed and managed by the two powerhouses of the magical world.
She saw Harry James Potter enter the foyer and watched him carefully. His green flashing eyes were looking everywhere, until he saw the red-haired girl that was sitting with the rest of her friends. Sebena recognized even Pansy Parkinson, Lavender Brown, Susan Bones, Patil's, the girl from Delacour... she could not remember her name anymore and the Chang girl.
He moved between the girls with ease, and she saw him relaxed talking with one girl, and moving on to another girl. Sebena saw many people in her life, and young people the age of that Harry Potter were easy to read, and she saw that the girls were very much pleased with the dark-haired wizard. She saw that all the girls truly liked him; their smiles were real and not what you would normally see in a group of girls like that.
She could see that he took the hand of the red-haired girl, and then he touched the chin of the Chang girl, and smiled warmly at the Delacour girl. He took a chair and sat down relaxed, chatting with the Delacour girl and Pansy Parkinson, for crying out loud! And Pansy was not scowling, as she always used to do. Sebena's eyebrows went up, amazed by the behaviour of the teens. She wished that she would have had a son like him, an easy-going boy with a warm smile and those fierce green eyes.
She smiled at herself, because she thought about her three daughters. It looked like that Blaise was totally wrong about the boy. He is not reacting like a spoiled brat. He was definitely not Draco Malfoy. Maybe life for her would be awkward in the beginning, but it might become better later. She wondered when the boy would take the initiative and come to talk to her.
Sebena was aware that she was old enough to be his mother. The age of the rest of the girls was his age; except for that Delacour girl... she seemed to be some years older, but not by much. She wondered what he expected of her, or what he expected of all the girls here in this room. She knew that they were building a harem with so many arranged marriages and slaves.
She was not sure what she thought about his story of freeing the slaves by creating a new law, where it was possible to marry a slave. She almost laughed... such young and sweet boy, and so naïve. It was not the way how the real world worked.
She saw Harry Potter standing up and walking toward her. His eyes were wandering over all the girls in the foyer, but he kept heading in her direction. When he was two meters away from her, he stopped and looked her straight in the eyes. She felt a shock going through her... those clear green orbs were penetrating.
He smiled hesitatingly.
"Hi. My name is Harry," he said. "And you are...?"
Sebena stood up and bowed her head. "My name is Sebena, Master."
Harry's eyes immediately flamed up. "You don't call me master, ever!" he yelled. For one moment his fierce eyes were holding Sebena's, and he calmed down right away, obviously regretting his temper. Sebena could see that the red-haired girl and Pansy were standing behind his back, as if they wanted to give him support, and nobody said anything. His fierce words alarmed everyone in the foyer, and all eyes were now on him.
Harry smiled again. "I'm so sorry, my hot temper always gets the upper hand in situations like this." Harry looked thoughtful for a moment then looked Sebena in the eyes again. "My name is Harry Potter, and please... everyone call me Harry. Don't call me Master or something stupid like that, because I am not your master and will never be."
Sebena was sure that he was not speaking at her, but at all the girls in the foyer.
"Alright, Harry," she said. "My name is Sebena, and I'm the mother of Pertine, Thea and Blaise." Sebena waved in the direction of her girls, who were spread throughout the foyer.
Harry smiled sadly. "Your husband is dead," he said.
Sebena shook her head. "At the moment we were reduced to slavery, I had no husband any more. I don't say that I'm not saddened by the death of my ex-husband, but I do not mourn him, if that is what you were worried about. I also know that you can't be blamed by his death, because he attacked you."
Harry nodded sadly.
"You told us that there was a remote possibility that the law about slavery could be changed?" Sebena said, desperately wanting to chance the subject.
"It is not a remote possibility," Harry said, "but a reality. The law is ready, according our dear Minister of Magic, and it will be submitted Monday morning at the Wizengamot."
Sebena looked puzzled at Harry.
"I have a lot of political power, and I used that to push this law through," he said.
"And what exactly does that law do?" Sebena asked curious.
"A slave has no rights, properties and powers. This is has been the case for ages. There will be a new law, where it is allowed for a slave to marry a non-slave. This might only happen when the Master of the slave agrees. At the moment the slave marries; he or she will be a free person again... but married," Harry said.
"What has that to do with us?" Sebena asked, confused.
"You have several choices," said Harry. You marry a person you want to marry, or you marry me, or you stay a slave," he said.
Harry was aware that everyone was listening in on their conversation. "And I want to know your decision tonight," he said. He looked around and tried to make eye contact with as much as possible girls.
"All my older slaves have already agreed to marry me. They all will become my wives, and they will be the richest wives in the world. That means that you can see your families again, and that you can look everyone in the eye. But you are married to me, I'm afraid. I think that is much better then being a slave, but it is up to you."
"Older slaves?" asked Sebena.
"I mean Pansy, Ginny, Fleur and Cho," Harry said sheepishly. "I don't mean older."
"Why should you do something like that?" asked Sebena. "I mean, you have already a lot of wives, and with that new law, you get possibly more wives. Are you doing it for the sex?"
Harry became instantly red. "No!" he exclaimed. "Of course not!"
Pansy grinned in the background.
"Getting more wives means more wedding nights," she smirked. "A dream come true for a young, sixteen-year-old boy, isn't it, Potter?"
Harry looked annoyed at Pansy and pulled a funny face. "You're just jealous, Pansy."
Pansy turned to Sebena.
"Potter here is just a do-gooder; there is no hidden agenda with him, if you are afraid of that. That is the way he is. For him there is no grey, there is a good... and a bad. It is simple and logical to him."
Sebena believed Pansy without doubt, seeing how Harry had reacted to everything. Being a slave means a sex slave; there was simply no other way to maintain a slave for the sake of what? But changing a slave into a wife, with all the complexities of having a wife, is something else.
"Are you aware, Harry, that when you marry a woman, that you need to consummate the marriage at the wedding night?" asked Sebena curious.
"Yes, I am aware of that, Sebena," Harry huffed.
"If you marry, and there is a marriage contract, and when you fail to consummate the marriage on the wedding night, there are repercussions described in the contract. If you marry a slave, there is no contract, and the law will apply. That means when you fail your husbandly duty on the wedding night, you might lose your magic!" Sebena said.
She looked around her. "I count many girls here, and how do you consummate all those marriages?" She almost lost her composure, because this was funny. The boy in front of her was blushing like a virgin.
"By marrying according schedule," a bushy-haired girl said all businesslike.
"Schedule?" asked Sebena confused.
"Well... yes, according schedule. We had already setup a schedule before you all came bursting in," the bushy-haired girl said.
"How did you setup a schedule?" asked Sebena curious.
"Well... by... uhm," stuttered Hermione.
Pansy snorted. "By playing strip poker!" she exclaimed loudly.
Most of the girls looked puzzled, but Sebena knew what strip poker was.
"What do you mean by... strip poker?" Sebena asked with a small smile on her face.
"Well, we first played poker," said a blushing Hermione. "Poker is a muggle card game, and the winner is the one with the highest combination of cards. The ones with the highest points would marry first, and so down the calendar. Harry would marry two girls a day," she said blushing even more.
"But you said strip poker," smiled Sebena.
"Yeah... well... first we played poker, then, at the end, strip poker," murmured Hermione.
"I assume that Harry lost?" Sebena grinned.
"Yes, he did!" said the red haired girl with a wide smile on her face. "He lost spectacularly!"
Most of the girls looked confused.
"What is strip poker?" asked Daphne Greengrass.
"It is the muggle card game poker, but instead of playing for money or points, the loser must drop a piece of clothing," said Fleur.
Slowly the girls started to understand the implications, and started to look at Harry differently, more like sizing him up.
"You mean to say that he ended up naked?" Theresa Crabbe said incredulously.
"Oh yeah," Pansy smirked. "He does not need to be ashamed," she said and looked intently at the blushing Harry. "He looks good without clothing, I mean... for a do-gooder."
Harry had the feeling that this talk went out of his control. He wanted to calm the women here, but not to be in the centre of something like this. He had the feeling that he was being sized up like some sort of a bull.
"Gidi"
"Yes Master, did you ring?" Gidi said with a smile.
Harry looked confused at the elf. "Ring?" he asked confused.
"Yes Master," Gidi smiled and bowed. "Can I help you with something?"
"Yes... yes, Gidi. Can you give us all hot cocoa, please?" he asked, glaring at the smiling elf.
"Yes, my Master," the little elf said and plopped away.
He could hear Pansy snorting and Hermione laughing.
"Very soon he will marry the bloody house elves as well," he could hear Pansy murmuring in the background.
"Please girls, come and sit closer to me, I'm going to explain some things to you," Harry said.
The girls looked hesitantly at each other, but they moved their chairs closer to Harry. Steaming hot cocoa appeared on the tables in front of the girls, and Harry took his wand and waved around him. The lights dimmed all around them, except one candle he conjured in front of him.
"I want to tell you a fairy tale," Harry said with a large smile on his face, feeling mischievous. "A fairy tale about monsters, bad wizards, good boys and sweet girls and of courses the princesses," he said, looking pointedly at Pansy.
Pansy groaned.
"Once upon a time," Harry began with a smirk on his face, "there was this handsome boy, who minded his own business. He lived with his loving father and mother in a far away castle." He stopped for a moment and he got a faraway expression in his eyes.
"Then there was a crazy revolting old witch, who could not help but to meddle into the affairs of men and women. That crazy old witch was telling a story about a very baaaad and ugly wizard and the handsome boy. At that time, a very old, white-bearded coot of a wise wizard was living in the same castle as that old bat, he heard her telling the crazy stories and he believed her!"
Harry looked around him and he saw that he captivated the attention of the girls. He smiled sadly and continued with his tale.
"Well, that very bad and ugly wizard believed her stories as well. He started to search for the handsome boy and he found him!"
Harry looked satisfied by the reactions of the girls, because they jumped on their chairs, eyes wide open and captivated by the stupid story of his life. Even Pansy stopped her murmuring and snorting.
"The baaaaad, ugly and sneaky wizard was creeping in the night to the castle of the handsome boy... and he crept closer and closer... and then... he took his bony wand and pointed it to..."
It was utterly quiet in the foyer. He could see Gidi, Naif, Noosa, Blaar and several other elves standing behind the girls, listening with wide eyes to the story.
"... the parents of the good handsome boy. And then... "
Harry paused.
"BANG"
Again the girls jumped on their chairs and the elves in the background looked scared.
"The baaaaaaaaad old ugly and evil wizard cursed the Mum and Dad of the handsome boy. "
Harry could hear gasps from the girls.
Harry's eyes were sparkling in the candle light and he looked intensely at his spellbound audience.
"The depraved and evil wizard was laughing like a barmy old and crazy man."
"Ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa!"
"And he pointed his wand to the poor boy... and cursed!"
"BOOOOOOM" Harry roared.
Again gasps from his audience.
"The evil curse flew out of the wand of the evil wizard, and exploded on the handsome head of the boy... and theeeeen..."
He paused again, pleased with the reaction of his audience. He did not realize that he would be able to tell a fairy tale so well, nobody was laughing in his face... yet.
"KABOOOOM"
Again his audience jumped on their chairs as one, alarmed by his roaring.
"The bad and evil curse bounced from the forehead of the handsome boy back to the evil and ugly wizard!"
Nobody seemed to breathe, and Harry had trouble keeping from laughing out loud.
"The old and ugly wizard ate his own evil and baaaaad curse... and dropped dead!"
Harry paused shortly again, and continued enthralled.
"That very old, white-bearded coot of a shrewd wizard from the castle came, took the sweet innocent and handsome young boy away... and brought him to the wicked ugly muggles!"
Pansy's eyes were on his, widened, dark and fascinated.
"Those wicked muggles let the boy work like a slave... cleaning and cooking and put him in a small closet to live. They were very, very, very mean to our handsome boy. They hurt him, and he was crying for his Daddy and Mummy, but they did not come, because that baaaaaaaaaaaaad wizard took them away.
Our handsome boy was dreaming about castles, princesses, Queens and Kings. He was dreaming that one day he would be a prince, and that a King would come to take him away from those wicked muggles!"
There was no reaction from anyone; they were all looking at him with wide eyes. Even the elves were captivated and were noticeably closer to him and the girls. Harry was amazed... he knew that there were more elves in the castle than only Gidi, Naif, Noosa and Blaar, but he did not realize that there were about hundred elves!
"And one day... the handsome boy became bigger... and more handsome," smirked Harry. "... that day... he was whisked away from those very baaaaaaaaaaaad muggles...straight in front of their ugly noses."
"...and then..."
"He met his knight in shining armour..."
"And he told him that he was a prince!"
Everyone jumped on their chair again, their eyes still large and fixedly on him.
"He also told him that there were princesses waiting for him, and he showed the handsome boy his castle!"
Harry looked intently at the elves.
"In that castle live many friendly, hardworking and wonderful elves. They would take good care for the prince and his princesses." Many elves smiled pleased.
Pansy was shifting in her chair, and Hermione had a smile on her face, Ginny was looking highly amused.
"And the knight in shining armour brought the prince and princesses to the castle, where they could live happily, safe... and there were no baaad wizards and no old coots, no crazy stories," he whispered.
It was utterly quiet, and the audience was waiting for the end of the fairy tale.
"And here are my princesses sitting... they are listening to my story... and drinking their hot cocoa."
Harry stood up, and waved his wand. The light became brighter and everyone came out of their daze.
"You are my princesses; none of you are my slaves. Remember, I'm that handsome boy, the prince of my story. A prince like that would never have slaves; he would never allow any of his princesses to suffer. You all are falling under my protection."
Harry sighed.
"I want that you think about becoming my wife or stay a slave. I think that it is your decision and I will accept that, what ever it is, because you are my princesses, and there is nothing that I refuse.
I will do anything in my power to make you happy, to fulfil your life, to reach for the stars and to realize your dreams.
I'm going to take a nap, and you girls can discuss this. Tonight after dinner I want to hear your decisions, and we can work out a schedule. When you girls decide to marry me, we need to start the weddings within several days. "
Harry heard no sound... nobody said anything, and he had not the guts to look at the girls to gauge their reactions. He bowed smilingly at his audience and left the foyer to his bedroom.
A/N: Editor: The Resident
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Harry was traumatized. Luna could not think about anything else when she looked at the black-haired boy... no... young man. He sat on his bed in their bedroom and he was staring through the window without seeing anything. Harry's hair was as wild as usual, his spectacles were typical Harry's - The-Boy-Who-Lived - his eyes as green as that of the famous toad from Neville, his nose was aristocratic, not as crooked as that from Snape, he had full his lips... to kiss and suck... not those small flat lips as she had, and his amazing dimple in his chin when he smiled.
Four hours ago, there was a failed attempt on his life. Before that excitement, Harry got ten new slaves, and before that he got to hear the news of a new heritage. Every man alive would be happy to receive such a heritage, but this is Harry, he got all those strange happenings coming to him, which makes such heritage become simply bizarre.
Luna smiled when she remembered that loud fart when the Goblin King entered the foyer. She would never forget the expression on the face of Hiphook. The poor Goblin looked like he got a heart attack at that moment. Now it seems that the fate of Hiphook the Goblin was connected in a way with that of Harry's. Very strange was that, and the way how fate was working, she expected to see more bizarre things happen.
In the meantime, Harry was stirring... he turned his head and looked at her.
"What do you think, Luna? Are the new slaves upset?" Harry asked, looking her straight in the eyes.
Luna nodded, and she did not avert her eyes. "I think that they are very much upset at the moment, Harry."
He continued looking in her eyes. "What did I do to deserve this, Luna?"
"Nothing, Harry. The fates have chosen you to carry the weight, and that is what you are doing," Luna answered.
"That is helping me a lot," Harry murmured. "I think I need to reassure the new slaves and see what can be done to change their destiny." Harry grimaced. "I'm starting to sound like you," he said with a warm smile. That little dimple in his chin was there again and she sighed, looking dreamily in his eyes.
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In all her forty-one years, Sebena Zabini never heard of such unbelievingly story in her life, as the story the girls told her some minutes ago. What she understood from the girls was that Harry James Potter fell into a trap from the Goblins. Already for many generations they set up a trap for the last descendents of the Potter's line. And now Harry James Potter had the bad luck to be the one who was trapped, thanks to the ex-headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
Sebena saw that Blaise was sitting with Pansy Parkinson and they were whispering between each other. Thea and Pertine were sitting with her, but they did not look too distressed. They were looking repeatedly at the Greengrass girls. She immediately recognized Daphne, Esther and Petunia Greengrass, and she saw Adore Greengrass talking with Theresa Crabbe at the other side of the foyer.
It was clear to her that Dumbledore did not tell Harry anything about his background and family, because he had an interest in Harry accepting the heritages. She suspected that Dumbledore did not count on the number of heritages he received, and she suspected that Gringotts did not expect that to happen as well. Now they were all victims from their own little rules and laws.
She knew, after talking with many knowledgeable people in her past, that the Ministry of Magic and Goblins were building for years on a world, which was ruled by Magic. For the Ministry it would be ideal to have a society which was monitored by magic and in some cases automatically punished. All of those magical laws would be carefully designed and managed by the two powerhouses of the magical world.
She saw Harry James Potter enter the foyer and watched him carefully. His green flashing eyes were looking everywhere, until he saw the red-haired girl that was sitting with the rest of her friends. Sebena recognized even Pansy Parkinson, Lavender Brown, Susan Bones, Patil's, the girl from Delacour... she could not remember her name anymore and the Chang girl.
He moved between the girls with ease, and she saw him relaxed talking with one girl, and moving on to another girl. Sebena saw many people in her life, and young people the age of that Harry Potter were easy to read, and she saw that the girls were very much pleased with the dark-haired wizard. She saw that all the girls truly liked him; their smiles were real and not what you would normally see in a group of girls like that.
She could see that he took the hand of the red-haired girl, and then he touched the chin of the Chang girl, and smiled warmly at the Delacour girl. He took a chair and sat down relaxed, chatting with the Delacour girl and Pansy Parkinson, for crying out loud! And Pansy was not scowling, as she always used to do. Sebena's eyebrows went up, amazed by the behaviour of the teens. She wished that she would have had a son like him, an easy-going boy with a warm smile and those fierce green eyes.
She smiled at herself, because she thought about her three daughters. It looked like that Blaise was totally wrong about the boy. He is not reacting like a spoiled brat. He was definitely not Draco Malfoy. Maybe life for her would be awkward in the beginning, but it might become better later. She wondered when the boy would take the initiative and come to talk to her.
Sebena was aware that she was old enough to be his mother. The age of the rest of the girls was his age; except for that Delacour girl... she seemed to be some years older, but not by much. She wondered what he expected of her, or what he expected of all the girls here in this room. She knew that they were building a harem with so many arranged marriages and slaves.
She was not sure what she thought about his story of freeing the slaves by creating a new law, where it was possible to marry a slave. She almost laughed... such young and sweet boy, and so naïve. It was not the way how the real world worked.
She saw Harry Potter standing up and walking toward her. His eyes were wandering over all the girls in the foyer, but he kept heading in her direction. When he was two meters away from her, he stopped and looked her straight in the eyes. She felt a shock going through her... those clear green orbs were penetrating.
He smiled hesitatingly.
"Hi. My name is Harry," he said. "And you are...?"
Sebena stood up and bowed her head. "My name is Sebena, Master."
Harry's eyes immediately flamed up. "You don't call me master, ever!" he yelled. For one moment his fierce eyes were holding Sebena's, and he calmed down right away, obviously regretting his temper. Sebena could see that the red-haired girl and Pansy were standing behind his back, as if they wanted to give him support, and nobody said anything. His fierce words alarmed everyone in the foyer, and all eyes were now on him.
Harry smiled again. "I'm so sorry, my hot temper always gets the upper hand in situations like this." Harry looked thoughtful for a moment then looked Sebena in the eyes again. "My name is Harry Potter, and please... everyone call me Harry. Don't call me Master or something stupid like that, because I am not your master and will never be."
Sebena was sure that he was not speaking at her, but at all the girls in the foyer.
"Alright, Harry," she said. "My name is Sebena, and I'm the mother of Pertine, Thea and Blaise." Sebena waved in the direction of her girls, who were spread throughout the foyer.
Harry smiled sadly. "Your husband is dead," he said.
Sebena shook her head. "At the moment we were reduced to slavery, I had no husband any more. I don't say that I'm not saddened by the death of my ex-husband, but I do not mourn him, if that is what you were worried about. I also know that you can't be blamed by his death, because he attacked you."
Harry nodded sadly.
"You told us that there was a remote possibility that the law about slavery could be changed?" Sebena said, desperately wanting to chance the subject.
"It is not a remote possibility," Harry said, "but a reality. The law is ready, according our dear Minister of Magic, and it will be submitted Monday morning at the Wizengamot."
Sebena looked puzzled at Harry.
"I have a lot of political power, and I used that to push this law through," he said.
"And what exactly does that law do?" Sebena asked curious.
"A slave has no rights, properties and powers. This is has been the case for ages. There will be a new law, where it is allowed for a slave to marry a non-slave. This might only happen when the Master of the slave agrees. At the moment the slave marries; he or she will be a free person again... but married," Harry said.
"What has that to do with us?" Sebena asked, confused.
"You have several choices," said Harry. You marry a person you want to marry, or you marry me, or you stay a slave," he said.
Harry was aware that everyone was listening in on their conversation. "And I want to know your decision tonight," he said. He looked around and tried to make eye contact with as much as possible girls.
"All my older slaves have already agreed to marry me. They all will become my wives, and they will be the richest wives in the world. That means that you can see your families again, and that you can look everyone in the eye. But you are married to me, I'm afraid. I think that is much better then being a slave, but it is up to you."
"Older slaves?" asked Sebena.
"I mean Pansy, Ginny, Fleur and Cho," Harry said sheepishly. "I don't mean older."
"Why should you do something like that?" asked Sebena. "I mean, you have already a lot of wives, and with that new law, you get possibly more wives. Are you doing it for the sex?"
Harry became instantly red. "No!" he exclaimed. "Of course not!"
Pansy grinned in the background.
"Getting more wives means more wedding nights," she smirked. "A dream come true for a young, sixteen-year-old boy, isn't it, Potter?"
Harry looked annoyed at Pansy and pulled a funny face. "You're just jealous, Pansy."
Pansy turned to Sebena.
"Potter here is just a do-gooder; there is no hidden agenda with him, if you are afraid of that. That is the way he is. For him there is no grey, there is a good... and a bad. It is simple and logical to him."
Sebena believed Pansy without doubt, seeing how Harry had reacted to everything. Being a slave means a sex slave; there was simply no other way to maintain a slave for the sake of what? But changing a slave into a wife, with all the complexities of having a wife, is something else.
"Are you aware, Harry, that when you marry a woman, that you need to consummate the marriage at the wedding night?" asked Sebena curious.
"Yes, I am aware of that, Sebena," Harry huffed.
"If you marry, and there is a marriage contract, and when you fail to consummate the marriage on the wedding night, there are repercussions described in the contract. If you marry a slave, there is no contract, and the law will apply. That means when you fail your husbandly duty on the wedding night, you might lose your magic!" Sebena said.
She looked around her. "I count many girls here, and how do you consummate all those marriages?" She almost lost her composure, because this was funny. The boy in front of her was blushing like a virgin.
"By marrying according schedule," a bushy-haired girl said all businesslike.
"Schedule?" asked Sebena confused.
"Well... yes, according schedule. We had already setup a schedule before you all came bursting in," the bushy-haired girl said.
"How did you setup a schedule?" asked Sebena curious.
"Well... by... uhm," stuttered Hermione.
Pansy snorted. "By playing strip poker!" she exclaimed loudly.
Most of the girls looked puzzled, but Sebena knew what strip poker was.
"What do you mean by... strip poker?" Sebena asked with a small smile on her face.
"Well, we first played poker," said a blushing Hermione. "Poker is a muggle card game, and the winner is the one with the highest combination of cards. The ones with the highest points would marry first, and so down the calendar. Harry would marry two girls a day," she said blushing even more.
"But you said strip poker," smiled Sebena.
"Yeah... well... first we played poker, then, at the end, strip poker," murmured Hermione.
"I assume that Harry lost?" Sebena grinned.
"Yes, he did!" said the red haired girl with a wide smile on her face. "He lost spectacularly!"
Most of the girls looked confused.
"What is strip poker?" asked Daphne Greengrass.
"It is the muggle card game poker, but instead of playing for money or points, the loser must drop a piece of clothing," said Fleur.
Slowly the girls started to understand the implications, and started to look at Harry differently, more like sizing him up.
"You mean to say that he ended up naked?" Theresa Crabbe said incredulously.
"Oh yeah," Pansy smirked. "He does not need to be ashamed," she said and looked intently at the blushing Harry. "He looks good without clothing, I mean... for a do-gooder."
Harry had the feeling that this talk went out of his control. He wanted to calm the women here, but not to be in the centre of something like this. He had the feeling that he was being sized up like some sort of a bull.
"Gidi"
"Yes Master, did you ring?" Gidi said with a smile.
Harry looked confused at the elf. "Ring?" he asked confused.
"Yes Master," Gidi smiled and bowed. "Can I help you with something?"
"Yes... yes, Gidi. Can you give us all hot cocoa, please?" he asked, glaring at the smiling elf.
"Yes, my Master," the little elf said and plopped away.
He could hear Pansy snorting and Hermione laughing.
"Very soon he will marry the bloody house elves as well," he could hear Pansy murmuring in the background.
"Please girls, come and sit closer to me, I'm going to explain some things to you," Harry said.
The girls looked hesitantly at each other, but they moved their chairs closer to Harry. Steaming hot cocoa appeared on the tables in front of the girls, and Harry took his wand and waved around him. The lights dimmed all around them, except one candle he conjured in front of him.
"I want to tell you a fairy tale," Harry said with a large smile on his face, feeling mischievous. "A fairy tale about monsters, bad wizards, good boys and sweet girls and of courses the princesses," he said, looking pointedly at Pansy.
Pansy groaned.
"Once upon a time," Harry began with a smirk on his face, "there was this handsome boy, who minded his own business. He lived with his loving father and mother in a far away castle." He stopped for a moment and he got a faraway expression in his eyes.
"Then there was a crazy revolting old witch, who could not help but to meddle into the affairs of men and women. That crazy old witch was telling a story about a very baaaad and ugly wizard and the handsome boy. At that time, a very old, white-bearded coot of a wise wizard was living in the same castle as that old bat, he heard her telling the crazy stories and he believed her!"
Harry looked around him and he saw that he captivated the attention of the girls. He smiled sadly and continued with his tale.
"Well, that very bad and ugly wizard believed her stories as well. He started to search for the handsome boy and he found him!"
Harry looked satisfied by the reactions of the girls, because they jumped on their chairs, eyes wide open and captivated by the stupid story of his life. Even Pansy stopped her murmuring and snorting.
"The baaaaad, ugly and sneaky wizard was creeping in the night to the castle of the handsome boy... and he crept closer and closer... and then... he took his bony wand and pointed it to..."
It was utterly quiet in the foyer. He could see Gidi, Naif, Noosa, Blaar and several other elves standing behind the girls, listening with wide eyes to the story.
"... the parents of the good handsome boy. And then... "
Harry paused.
"BANG"
Again the girls jumped on their chairs and the elves in the background looked scared.
"The baaaaaaaaad old ugly and evil wizard cursed the Mum and Dad of the handsome boy. "
Harry could hear gasps from the girls.
Harry's eyes were sparkling in the candle light and he looked intensely at his spellbound audience.
"The depraved and evil wizard was laughing like a barmy old and crazy man."
"Ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa!"
"And he pointed his wand to the poor boy... and cursed!"
"BOOOOOOM" Harry roared.
Again gasps from his audience.
"The evil curse flew out of the wand of the evil wizard, and exploded on the handsome head of the boy... and theeeeen..."
He paused again, pleased with the reaction of his audience. He did not realize that he would be able to tell a fairy tale so well, nobody was laughing in his face... yet.
"KABOOOOM"
Again his audience jumped on their chairs as one, alarmed by his roaring.
"The bad and evil curse bounced from the forehead of the handsome boy back to the evil and ugly wizard!"
Nobody seemed to breathe, and Harry had trouble keeping from laughing out loud.
"The old and ugly wizard ate his own evil and baaaaad curse... and dropped dead!"
Harry paused shortly again, and continued enthralled.
"That very old, white-bearded coot of a shrewd wizard from the castle came, took the sweet innocent and handsome young boy away... and brought him to the wicked ugly muggles!"
Pansy's eyes were on his, widened, dark and fascinated.
"Those wicked muggles let the boy work like a slave... cleaning and cooking and put him in a small closet to live. They were very, very, very mean to our handsome boy. They hurt him, and he was crying for his Daddy and Mummy, but they did not come, because that baaaaaaaaaaaaad wizard took them away.
Our handsome boy was dreaming about castles, princesses, Queens and Kings. He was dreaming that one day he would be a prince, and that a King would come to take him away from those wicked muggles!"
There was no reaction from anyone; they were all looking at him with wide eyes. Even the elves were captivated and were noticeably closer to him and the girls. Harry was amazed... he knew that there were more elves in the castle than only Gidi, Naif, Noosa and Blaar, but he did not realize that there were about hundred elves!
"And one day... the handsome boy became bigger... and more handsome," smirked Harry. "... that day... he was whisked away from those very baaaaaaaaaaaad muggles...straight in front of their ugly noses."
"...and then..."
"He met his knight in shining armour..."
"And he told him that he was a prince!"
Everyone jumped on their chair again, their eyes still large and fixedly on him.
"He also told him that there were princesses waiting for him, and he showed the handsome boy his castle!"
Harry looked intently at the elves.
"In that castle live many friendly, hardworking and wonderful elves. They would take good care for the prince and his princesses." Many elves smiled pleased.
Pansy was shifting in her chair, and Hermione had a smile on her face, Ginny was looking highly amused.
"And the knight in shining armour brought the prince and princesses to the castle, where they could live happily, safe... and there were no baaad wizards and no old coots, no crazy stories," he whispered.
It was utterly quiet, and the audience was waiting for the end of the fairy tale.
"And here are my princesses sitting... they are listening to my story... and drinking their hot cocoa."
Harry stood up, and waved his wand. The light became brighter and everyone came out of their daze.
"You are my princesses; none of you are my slaves. Remember, I'm that handsome boy, the prince of my story. A prince like that would never have slaves; he would never allow any of his princesses to suffer. You all are falling under my protection."
Harry sighed.
"I want that you think about becoming my wife or stay a slave. I think that it is your decision and I will accept that, what ever it is, because you are my princesses, and there is nothing that I refuse.
I will do anything in my power to make you happy, to fulfil your life, to reach for the stars and to realize your dreams.
I'm going to take a nap, and you girls can discuss this. Tonight after dinner I want to hear your decisions, and we can work out a schedule. When you girls decide to marry me, we need to start the weddings within several days. "
Harry heard no sound... nobody said anything, and he had not the guts to look at the girls to gauge their reactions. He bowed smilingly at his audience and left the foyer to his bedroom.
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