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Chapter 23
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 23
A/N: Editor: The Resident
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Slowly all the colours stopped whirling around his head and the world came into focus. The worried face of Hermione was floating in front of him... like her head was detached from her body.
"Hermione?" asked Harry hesitantly. He was not sure if he was dreaming or not. He was suddenly aware of... dancing Goblins in the background?
"Whaaaaat?" Harry squealed.
"Do you remember what happened, Harry?" asked Hermione, looking more worried then ever.
"Remember? What do... what do... oh Merlin, Professor McGonagall?" Harry groaned.
"He remembers!" exclaimed a voice from his left.
Harry's eyes rolled in their sockets until only whites were visible and he fainted again.
"He's gone again," commented Hannah. "How is Professor McGonagall?"
"Same here, she awoke some seconds ago, and fainted again," said the amused voice of Susan.
"I would faint too if I must marry a Gryffindor, Professor," smirked Pansy. Blaise chuckled until Susan kicked her.
"Why is that for?" Blaise huffed appalled, rubbing her leg.
"Don't laugh," snapped Susan.
"I don't laugh," Blaise said, trying to control her laughter, "yet."
"Rennervate him," said Daphne. "We wait long enough."
Harry woke up again, and looked around. "Do I see correctly, are the Goblins dancing?"
"Yes, they love to bring good news to the wizard," said Hermione chuckling.
Harry looked briefly at the unconscious Professor McGonagall and sighed. "Well, there is more to come, let's continue with the heritage, shall we?" He looked pointedly at dancing King Albano.
King Albano stopped dancing and looked at Harry with sparkles in his eyes. "Are you sure you can handle the next round, Lord-Baron?"
"No, I'm not, Your Majesty, but we can always try," Harry replied dryly.
"Alright then," said the King happy. "Let's continue. We were discussing the arranged marriages. We had Rolanda Hooch and Minerva McGonagall, and the third and last Arranged Marriage is with the last female of the family Vane, and her name is Romilda Vane. Do you have any questions, Lord-Baron?"
The King looked expectantly at Harry.
"No, Your Majesty," said Harry calmly.
"Alright, then we move on to the family binding contracts. For this file, I count twelve contracts.
"Contract number 3-U-3 handles a breech of contract toward the family Gaunt in 1909 by Johan Jones. You receive their most precious property, and that is... Hestia Jones as slave. Congratulations, Lord-Baron."
The King looked eagerly at Harry, but Harry was only looking blankly at him.
"Alright, let's continue with the next one, then. That is contract number 3-U-1; this is a breech of contract toward the family Gaunt in 1701 by Pierre Edgecombe. You receive their most precious property, and that is Venice Edgecombe as slave. She is forty-three years old, and currently works at the Ministry, I believe."
"That is the mother of Marietta Edgecombe," whispered Susan. Harry could hear many girls gasping.
"The next contract is number 3-U-2; this is a breech of contract toward the family Gaunt in 1907 by Frazer Frobisher. You receive their most precious property, and that is Victoria Frobisher as slave, fifteen years old and currently at school in Hogwarts.
"The next contract is number 3-U; this is a breech of contract toward the family Gaunt in 1907 by Pierre Edgecombe. You receive their most precious property, and that is Marietta Edgecombe as slave, seventeen years old and currently at school in Hogwarts."
The King looked almost disappointed at Harry, but when he turned to his file, he started to grin happily and in anticipation.
"The next contract is about a broken promise, which was magically binding. We are speaking about the family binding contract no. 1759-W, which involves Orion Black, made in 1979. He failed to comply a sworn promise to deliver jewellery to a certain Tom Riddle. He died before we could punish him. Now we have here the new head of House, and you will receive the punishment. "
The King grinned evilly.
"Aaaaaaand the punishment is... the most precious property the Black family has, Master Slytherin, Narcissa and Bellatrix Black as slaves."
Harry swallowed, but did not react.
"Are you alright, Lord-Baron?" the King asked frustrated.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I'm splendid, thank you," Harry said calmly, looking at his shoes.
"Family binding contract no. 3-Q, pay 100,000 Galleons to the family Bones, because David Gaunt charmed George Bones in 1876. Family binding contract no. 3-T, pay 100,000 Galleons to the Weasley's for manipulating Wesley Weasley in 1907. Family binding contract no. 3-S, pay 100,000 Galleons to the family Belby, because David Gaunt charmed Paul Belby in 1877. Family binding contract no. 3-S-2, pay 225,000 Galleons to the family Binns, because David Gaunt charmed Eluce Binns in 1878. Family binding contract no. 3-S-3, pay 225,000 Galleons to the family Crumb, because Arnold Gaunt charmed Edward Crumb in 1890. Family binding contract no. 3-S-4, pay 225,000 Galleons to the family Lockhart, because Arnold Gaunt charmed Theodore Lockhart in 1890, and finally, family binding contract no. 3-S-5, pay 25,000 Galleons to the family Meadows, because Arnold Gaunt charmed Walter and Garret Meadows in 1891.
"Then you need to take control of investments in the magical world and take control of Vaults 2, 2-A, 2-E, 2-F and 5-C. Do you have any questions, Lord-Baron?"
"No, Your Majesty. I assume everything is taken care of?" asked Harry.
"Yes, Lord-Baron, everything is taken care of, your properties are being transferred to the Gryffindor castle as we speak, all required monies are taken out of your vaults and been paid to the respective families."
"Good," said Harry tiredly. "I think that's enough for today."
"Well, Lord-Baron. We know who your wives are from the Ravenclaw Mate charms," said the King slowly."
The King looked at Harry uneasily.
"And those are?" asked Harry.
"Your wives from the three Ravenclaw Mate charms are Angelina Johnson, Laura Fudge and Alicia Spinnet."
Harry paused for a moment. He could hear a soft buzzing sound in his head. "Who is Laura Fudge?"
"That is the only daughter of your Minister of Magic," the King said contemptuously.
Harry looked sharply at the King. "I hear that you love our Minister of Magic, Your Majesty. I love him, too. But I have a question about the sisters Black. They suppose to be my 'sisters', not? How is it possible that they are slaves?"
"You are heads of several families. The head of Slytherin got your two sisters as slave, because you are also the Head of Family Black. "
"Good," said Harry despairingly. "I think that's more then enough for today."
"Well... there is only one more file left," the King said with a smile, which was spreading all over his face.
"That is the file of the Zabini's," the King said.
Harry frowned. "What do I have... the Zabini's?"
"Yes, Lord-Baron, we have the Zabini destroyed, taken away their women and their businesses, the Head of Family died, and what is left is the family Zabini on paper with several contracts."
The King looked in anticipation at Harry.
Harry sighed. "Let's hear it then, Your Majesty."
King Albano grinned. "Of course, Lord-Baron."
"I open Heritage file number 198A.11.87. You become head of Zabini family, one seat at the Wizengamot; we have only one Arranged Marriage, you must take control of Vault 149007, which is now, regrettably, empty, and we have four family binding contracts.
"Gamily binding contract number 18761-R, pay 126,876 Galleons to the George Basil for Gambling debt, family binding contract number 18876-R, pay 876,900 Galleons to the Marcel Maison for Gambling debt, family binding contract number 18879-R, pay 81,561 Galleons to the Jason Hopkins for Gambling debt and the last... family binding contract number 18909-R, pay 198,553 Galleons to the Michael Tablecare for Gambling debt. Do you have any questions, Lord-Baron?"
"Yes, who is the one for the Arranged Marriage?" asked Harry.
"Oh, that one I have almost forgotten. Patricia Stimpson when first son reaches seventeen years or the next Head of Family is initiated. Because the Zabini family had no sons, you are the next Head of Family. For some reason, the Stimpson family refused to do business with the previous Head of Family," the King smirked.
"What happened with our properties, monies and companies?" asked Sebena.
The King looked briefly at Sebena, then at Harry with a smirk. "Your slave asked you a question, Lord-Baron."
"What about it, Your Majesty?" asked Harry.
"They are all been taken to pay off the debt of her ex-husband. There was debt left over, and that was placed in family binding contracts. Because the previous Head of Family died, everything was being transferred to contracts. You are the new Head of Family, and you can take over the debt, which you did. Now everyone is happy, and you have an additional wife," the King answered happily.
Harry nodded at the King and looked at Sebena. "I'm so sorry, Sebena, but everything is gone."
He turned to the King. "Your Majesty, what about their house and personal things?"
"They were all taken, Lord-Baron," the King said.
"Maybe we should go, Harry?" asked Hermione. "It is becoming cold in this place and we have a lot to do at the Wizengamot."
Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at the King.
"Yes, Lord-Baron, we are finished here. You got your reward, and we got our necklace, everyone is happy. "
Everyone stood up, and Harry led the procession out of the Chamber of Secrets. Professor McGonagall was floating behind Hermione.
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"Mr. Dumbledore!" a chubby journalist with red hair yelled. "What do you think about the new Lord-Baron Potter?"
Immediately everyone was quiet. They wanted to hear the reaction of the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.
"Well, I have heard about the happenings of the sixteen-year-old boy who got lucky and received some titles and money," Dumbledore said slowly and serenely. "But the boy is still wet behind the ears; he is young, thoughtlessly audacious and not qualified for anything and thus rather harmless and being foolish in his behaviour.
"He is dangerous, because he lacks the proper guidance; he is foolish, because he is going to make a fool out of himself and the Wizengamot, he is lucky, because he got everything presented to him on a... let's say... golden platter. He is spoiled, because he was raised in a place, which looks like a palace, with Muggles serving him and providing him a happy family.
"He is stupid as well, because he pressured our esteemed Minister of Magic into making a new law to free the slaves. Shortly and summarizing, he will make a joke out of the Wizengamot, which I lead as Chief Warlock. I will not even permit him to enter the Wizengamot. Be aware, I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin First Class and Grand Sorcerer, Founder and Secret Keeper of the Order of the Phoenix, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, will stop that boy to react foolishly and supply him with my guidance and support him with my experience at Hogwarts, my rightful place to be in these dark times," Dumbledore roared.
"Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Dumbledore," a small witch yelled at the front of the journalists. Dumbledore was somewhat calmed down, looked at the small witch, jumping excitedly up and down on her chair.
"Are you by any change family of the Creevey's?" Dumbledore asked warmly, looking at the little eager witch.
"Creevey's? Hell no," she yelled. "How is it possible that you are fired as headmaster of Hogwarts?" she asked with loud voice. The journalists stopped yelling and screaming, because everyone was interested in the answer of Dumbledore.
"I temporarily stepped down as headmaster of Hogwarts, but this is only temporary, though. I plan to come back at the end of this month. I and the Minister of Magic will have a session together to implement some changes in Hogwarts. In order to prepare those changes, someone needs to take over my duties at Hogwarts, while I do the real work," answered Dumbledore.
"Mr. Dumbledore," the next journalist yelled. "What about your bride? Is it not true that you need to introduce your new bride to the public?"
Dumbledore looked flatly at the yelling journalist, but no emotion was visible on his expressionless face. Dumbledore decided to ignore the question.
"Next question, please," Dumbledore yelled at the journalists in front of him.
"Mr. Dumbledore, you suppose to present your fiancée to the public!" an older lady between the journalists yelled. "Where is she?"
Many journalists were agreeing with the yelling journalist, and Dumbledore sighed. When he would be able to hurt that Potter boy, he would certainly do.
"Well," he said. "Are there no real questions? Is the only thing where you are interested in the face of my fiancée?" he said at the journalists.
"Fiancée, fiancée, fiancée, fiancée," yelled the journalists.
Dumbledore thought. He knew that he could not avoid showing Millicent Bulstrode to the public, but he hoped that he could avoid showing her to the journalists. Dumbledore sighed and he waved to the back of the newsroom in the Ministry building in front of the Wizengamot. He knew that, according the law, senior public figures must announce their fiancées to the public.
A lone hooded figure walked from the back of the newsroom toward the podium where Dumbledore was standing. When she reached the podium, she walked to Dumbledore and faced the journalists. But the journalists could see no face, because her cloak was charmed in a way, that nobody could see any face.
The journalists started to yell. They wanted to see the face of the fiancée of Dumbledore, and they also wanted to know who the fiancée was. There were all kinds of rumours running through the Ministry, and nobody wanted to believe them, because the rumours were really unbelievable.
The figure next to Dumbledore removed the charm and all journalists fell quiet as one. In front of them stood a figure in heavy cloak, with a face full of... pickles? The person in front of the journalists showed small, black, round eyes shining in the bright light of the news room, a large flat nose and a cruel mouth with bad teeth, salivating in front of everyone. The skin of her face was yellowish, and pieces of her too dry and dirty hair were clearly astray.
Dumbledore, who stood next to her, unmistakably flinched and, for the first time in more than three hundred and fifty years, the journalists were flabbergasted.
"May I introduce... uhm... my fiancée, Ms. Millicent Bulstrode," Dumbledore said with a small voice. Dumbledore thought that this was more than enough.
"Ms. Bulstrode, come with me," he hissed to the girl. Dumbledore turned and with big steps he left the podium, expecting his fiancée to follow him. He decided to hide in the room for the Wizengamot. When he almost reached the door, he discovered that Millicent Bulstrode was not following him. He groaned, and flew into the Wizengamot room and slammed the door behind him close.
What a miserable day it was, and the Wizengamot had not even started! Millicent Bulstrode had the time of her life in front of the journalists and, for the first time in her life, at the front of the attention of so many people. She knew those journalists would write about her, and she never before had the possibility to come out in public in this way.
Her engagement with the old coot was bad, but she was engaged, and that was more than she ever hoped for. She felt very grateful, her father and mother took care of her, and they arranged this marriage. It would be better if she would be engaged with that Potter boy, but she could not have everything. The boy might be the bloody Boy-Who-Lived, but he was of her age and he looked hot. The old coot of a Dumbledore was not one of the youngest, but he was a Dumbledore, and she belonged to a family, with nobody to share with. She would give Dumbledore the time of his life when they were married. Wait until the wedding night, Dumblebit; I give you a ride into ecstasy. She smiled widely in front of the journalists, who were busy taking many photos of the happy girl.
Madam Bones was standing at the back of the newsroom, dressed in a heavy cloak. That was the funniest scene she ever had seen of the great Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the light, who became grey, at least. Madam Bones turned and left the newsroom, walking the corridors of the Minister building toward her offices. Immediately after leaving, she was followed by a cloaked figure... the figure of Remus Lupin. He planned to talk to Madam Bones, because what he saw of the once great Albus Dumbledore, unsettled him greatly. That figure was not the old leader of the light, the tireless fighter against the dark and unjust. That person was a devious figure, who was deceitful and two-faced.
When Madam Bones and Remus Lupin left the corridors leading to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the Minister of Magic was looking into the newsroom, where the young girl Millicent Bulstrode was still busy making a fool out of herself. Cornelius Fudge was not a fool, maybe a bit slow, but not a fool. He knew that Dumbledore had changed for the worse, and he knew that he needed to make choices.
Following Dumbledore in politics looked like suicide to him at the moment, because what he saw happening in the newsroom did not promise much for the old mage. Following Lucius Malfoy was also not a good idea, because the man was still not available and in prison. The Dark Lord had nobody of importance and money in place in the Ministry at the moment, so that choice was temporarily out of the question, too. Then there was the Potter boy, who was very powerful at the moment. If his sources and spies were correct, the Potter boy had the majority in the Wizengamot. Cornelius suspected that the boy himself owned ten seats in the Wizengamot, one each for the Potters, Blacks, and Gryffindors; five for the Bones and three for the Ravenclaws. Those seats, together with the Bones' block, would result into a majority in the Wizengamot.
The most important reason for contemplating the Potter boy was the fact that his daughter Laura was engaged to the Potter boy. According the magical notification, she was chosen by the Ravenclaw Mate charm. He cursed his wife, who had insisted on applying the mate charm on their only child when she was born, and now they had the fall-out. Cornelius had never wanted to expose his daughter to the wizarding public in England, and he had her sent early on to foreign boarding schools on the mainland. His daughter had finished her education at Durmstrang this summer. Laura wanted to spend the first two years travelling all over the world. Cornelius agreed, because he did not feel comfortable exposing her to the English wizarding world. He always managed to hide her from the public eye, but when the tabloids smelled her, they would hunt her down and follow her everywhere she went, abroad or not.
He sighed. He needed to speak with the Potter boy and see what he was up to. He had a bad feeling about the coming Wizengamot session, because Dumbledore clearly indicated that he would fight the boy, Lord-Baron or not. Cornelius didn't want to chose, but with the latest happening with his daughter, he had no other choice. He understood that the new anti-slavery law was only a proof of concept. If the Potter boy would manage to get some additional seats, then he would be unbeatable. The only thing what was worrisome was the fact that the Potter boy was inexperienced in the coming political fight.
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Laura Fudge was looking in her mirror. She was preparing her self to meet her future husband, and she wanted to make an entrance which would blow the Lord-Baron away. She knew that she was good looking. She had long, thick, straight blonde hair, which fell down her back like a waterfall and was held together with golden hair clips which she got from her father on her fifteenth birthday. Her clear blue eyes were staring at her in the mirror, her nose was perfect and she had full lips. Her skin was pale, because of all the years spending in the north of Europe, where there was not much sun and staying indoors in the dark castle of Durmstrang, studying and staying away from as many people as possible.
Laura truly did not want to be noticed, about that her father was right. In all the six years at Durmstrang, she lived a life which pushed her somewhere in the dark background. She had no friends, no girlfriends; she lived a life of a muggle monk. She stretched herself, her body was in shape, she did not have overly large breasts, but they were not small either; they were perfect. Bras were something unneeded by her, and she never wore one. It gave her a feeling or being bound in, being restricted and it gave her the feeling of being squeezed, which she definitely did not like.
She loved sexy lingerie. Her collection was so large, that it occupied two big closets. Nice French knickers and sexy tight shirts, which hugged her nice and athletic figure like a second skin. She wore a tiny shirt at the moment, which left her breasts free, and her matching white knickers were something that would drive every man into submission.
She thought about the young Lord-Baron, whom she would marry within a month. The magical notification of the arranged marriage was not unwelcome to her. She wanted initially to travel and was thinking about ways to meet other young men outside school. Durmstrang was for her history, she finished her N.E.W.T.s, and she would never return to that dreaded icy place. She wanted to travel to South America, where it was warm and there were many hot young men her age she would love to meet. That would be the life, she thought with a smile. But now there was the surprise, and the Lord-Baron was the subject of the surprise.
Today she would meet him for the first time in the Ministry building. She understood from her father that he would be there to make his entrance and initialization of his rightful seats. She was very curious as to what he looked like; her hands rubbed the nipples of her breasts. Maybe life could be even more pleasant than she thought, and she smiled lazily.
Laura wondered if the Lord-Baron was already engaged. When she asked her father, he did not say anything. The strange thing about everything was that her father seemed to be irritated about something. Maybe it had something to do with that new anti-slavery law... or maybe not.
Laura turned around... her mother came silently into her room.
"Yes, Mother? What do you want?" she asked icily. She and her mother did not get along well together. They were never close; since the death of her little brother, the relationship between she and her mother was very bad.
"You can better prepare yourself, Laura. That Lord-Baron is a golden catch, and when you play your cards well, then you might end up much better then what your father has in mind," her mother said, ignoring her icy tone.
"What is he like, mother?" asked Laura.
"He is a Lord-Baron, what do you think? He is a man, like your father. Men are all the same, they want to have a fuck, food and sleep... there is not much more to expect from them."
Laura looked thoughtfully for a moment to the older women. "I feel pity for you," she said.
Her mother smiled sadly. "You will see," she said, turned and left her room.
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Draco Malfoy was a desperate young man, who was rushing through the corridors of the Ministry building, followed by the cursing and puffing toad woman. When he would see Potter, he would kill him on the spot. He never was so insulted in whole his life before. What was Potter thinking by forcing him to marry this toad? He was not so much worried about the toad women, because he planned to ignore her as soon as possible, but he dreaded the wedding night with that monster.
Today was a session of the Wizengamot, and Potter will be there. Potter was his Head of Family for the moment, but when he married the toad, that would not be the case. Then he would be Head of his Family; he would restore the Malfoy name to its old glory again. He smiled in anticipation of the many slaves he planned to collect. The only thing he hoped for was that Potter left some money in the Malfoy accounts, because without it, he would be forced to work. Suddenly he froze... he had a marvelous idea. He would be married with the toad very soon, and what would happen when he would let the toad work for him. He could sit in his manor, and the toad would do all the work. He smirked. That would serve her well!
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Ron Weasley was red from anger. Waves of hate travelled through his body when he thought about Harry. He stole his girl and took his sister. Potter was already rich and famous, and what did he do? He stole his girl, became richer and that snobby bastard took the rest of the Gryffindor girls as well. And Potter was not satisfied by taking all the girls of Gryffindor, noooooooooooooooooo, he also stole Bill's girl. When he saw Potter, he would blast his head off his disgusting body. His best mate who betrayed him. How could he?
Today was the day the Wizengamot would be in session and Potter would be to attend. Ron wanted to go to the Ministry as well, and when he saw Potter, he would kill him.
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Bill Weasley was a broken man. The love of his life was taken away from him. His love, nobody else's. That bastard of a Potter took her. He wished that Ron never met this son of a bitch, and instead cursed that black-haired asshole. After that debacle in Potter's bloody castle, it went from bad to worse. He lost his job, because he was screaming at his boss, and Gringotts kicked him out. He returned to the Burrow and tried to receive some support from his mother, but even in the Burrow that cursed name Potter was in everyone's mouth. To make things worse, his only sister was enslaved by that Potter. He did not understand why his parents would be so happy with the boy.
Bill was sure that Potter was already fucking his only sister... oh Merlin... he was fucking Fleur as well. Hate boiled and flooded his core... burning hate. He knew there was only one way to overcome that hate! He needed to stop that bastard and finish off the whole Potter line. He took his wand tightly in his hands, and his eyes were burning. Potter, this is your last day on earth, because I am going to send you to those disgusting parents of yours and take my Fleur back.
He stood up and walked to the large clothing closet in his room at the Burrow. He took out a box, opened it and looked at its contents. There were twenty cylinders, which were filled with muggle dynamite. He really wanted to use that today to blow that Potter into millions of pieces.
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Minerva McGonagall was sitting in her chair behind her desk in Hogwarts. After so many years of living alone, suddenly the fates decided that dramatic change was in order for her. And, of all possible fates, it decided that she must marry again. What in Merlin's name was her late grandfather thinking when he made that arranged marriage contract with Gringotts. Slytherin did not exist anymore and had not for many centuries, and now it would popup in the person of Harry James Potter. How the hell must she act toward a mere student, not even adult, he was a child! She was no paedophile, how could fate be so cruel.
She thought what Harry must feel... forced to marry her... she shuddered.
She was more then seventy years old, for Merlin's sake... and, like every marriage in the wizarding world, on the wedding night Harry must consummate the marriage. She was for sure not young anymore, her past beauty faded a long time ago, and now she was an old woman. She had wrinkles everywhere... her face, her body... even her hands and fingers.
Minerva sighed. She had no idea how to resolve this. There was no way that she could escape fate and the magically arranged marriage... or was there a way? But that meant that... oh Merlin!
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Lavender, Hannah, Susan, Hermione, Padma, Parvati, Luna and Su were present in the Gryffindor castle. They were busy preparing themselves to be introduced to the public at the Ministry, right before the Wizengamot session. The fiancées knew that they must look more than nice, because they truly wanted to leave behind a perfect picture of the most beautiful wives for their husband to be.
Lavender Brown had some serious problems with the fact that their Professor McGonagall was one of the fiancées.
"How is Harry going to handle Professor McGonagall?" Lavender said, upset. "She is more than seventy years old, for Merlin's sake.
"Shut up, Lavender," Pansy said dryly. "You don't need to sleep with her, but Potter does. So, if anyone is doing the complaining, he is, and we hear nothing."
"Why don't we feed McGonagall a de-aging potion, then it would not be so awkward for Harry," Padma said.
"Who is going to offer that to McGonagall?" asked Hannah. "Not me!"
Pansy started to laugh. "Yeah, that would indeed by funny. Potter will come to McGonagall and ask her to take a de-aging potion, because he wants to fuck her. The next moment we will not see a Potter anymore, but a pudding."
"A rejuvenation potion would be very hard to make," Hermione said. "If it was possible, then Voldemort would take that potion and he would never die. The same is valid for Professor McGonagall. If such a potion existed, nobody would die of old age anymore. I am sorry to say, but such potion does not exist."
"Then we use a glamour charm on her," Lavender said.
"It would make her look young, but she stays seventy-one years old," Hermione countered.
"Better that, than an old woman in his arms," said Lavender hotly.
Everyone was silent.
"I think that we have problems enough, and fooling around with Harry and McGonagall could backfire. Let them solve their own problems, so we can spend time to have some fun," Padma said.
"That's right," said Parvati. "Tomorrow we have the first two weddings of Su Li and Thea Zabini."
"Do we get a real Chinese wedding, Su?" asked Padma.
"Yes, we will have a real Chinese wedding," answered Su with an even voice.
"Did you have everything arranged already?" asked Padma again. She tried to get this girl to ease up, because she was dreadfully formal.
"My family arranged everything. At this moment, my father talks with Harry to finalize the last things. It will be beautiful," she said.
"Girls, are we ready?" yelled Susan.
Everyone smiled. "Let's go collect Harry and we are on our way."
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A/N: Editor: The Resident
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Slowly all the colours stopped whirling around his head and the world came into focus. The worried face of Hermione was floating in front of him... like her head was detached from her body.
"Hermione?" asked Harry hesitantly. He was not sure if he was dreaming or not. He was suddenly aware of... dancing Goblins in the background?
"Whaaaaat?" Harry squealed.
"Do you remember what happened, Harry?" asked Hermione, looking more worried then ever.
"Remember? What do... what do... oh Merlin, Professor McGonagall?" Harry groaned.
"He remembers!" exclaimed a voice from his left.
Harry's eyes rolled in their sockets until only whites were visible and he fainted again.
"He's gone again," commented Hannah. "How is Professor McGonagall?"
"Same here, she awoke some seconds ago, and fainted again," said the amused voice of Susan.
"I would faint too if I must marry a Gryffindor, Professor," smirked Pansy. Blaise chuckled until Susan kicked her.
"Why is that for?" Blaise huffed appalled, rubbing her leg.
"Don't laugh," snapped Susan.
"I don't laugh," Blaise said, trying to control her laughter, "yet."
"Rennervate him," said Daphne. "We wait long enough."
Harry woke up again, and looked around. "Do I see correctly, are the Goblins dancing?"
"Yes, they love to bring good news to the wizard," said Hermione chuckling.
Harry looked briefly at the unconscious Professor McGonagall and sighed. "Well, there is more to come, let's continue with the heritage, shall we?" He looked pointedly at dancing King Albano.
King Albano stopped dancing and looked at Harry with sparkles in his eyes. "Are you sure you can handle the next round, Lord-Baron?"
"No, I'm not, Your Majesty, but we can always try," Harry replied dryly.
"Alright then," said the King happy. "Let's continue. We were discussing the arranged marriages. We had Rolanda Hooch and Minerva McGonagall, and the third and last Arranged Marriage is with the last female of the family Vane, and her name is Romilda Vane. Do you have any questions, Lord-Baron?"
The King looked expectantly at Harry.
"No, Your Majesty," said Harry calmly.
"Alright, then we move on to the family binding contracts. For this file, I count twelve contracts.
"Contract number 3-U-3 handles a breech of contract toward the family Gaunt in 1909 by Johan Jones. You receive their most precious property, and that is... Hestia Jones as slave. Congratulations, Lord-Baron."
The King looked eagerly at Harry, but Harry was only looking blankly at him.
"Alright, let's continue with the next one, then. That is contract number 3-U-1; this is a breech of contract toward the family Gaunt in 1701 by Pierre Edgecombe. You receive their most precious property, and that is Venice Edgecombe as slave. She is forty-three years old, and currently works at the Ministry, I believe."
"That is the mother of Marietta Edgecombe," whispered Susan. Harry could hear many girls gasping.
"The next contract is number 3-U-2; this is a breech of contract toward the family Gaunt in 1907 by Frazer Frobisher. You receive their most precious property, and that is Victoria Frobisher as slave, fifteen years old and currently at school in Hogwarts.
"The next contract is number 3-U; this is a breech of contract toward the family Gaunt in 1907 by Pierre Edgecombe. You receive their most precious property, and that is Marietta Edgecombe as slave, seventeen years old and currently at school in Hogwarts."
The King looked almost disappointed at Harry, but when he turned to his file, he started to grin happily and in anticipation.
"The next contract is about a broken promise, which was magically binding. We are speaking about the family binding contract no. 1759-W, which involves Orion Black, made in 1979. He failed to comply a sworn promise to deliver jewellery to a certain Tom Riddle. He died before we could punish him. Now we have here the new head of House, and you will receive the punishment. "
The King grinned evilly.
"Aaaaaaand the punishment is... the most precious property the Black family has, Master Slytherin, Narcissa and Bellatrix Black as slaves."
Harry swallowed, but did not react.
"Are you alright, Lord-Baron?" the King asked frustrated.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I'm splendid, thank you," Harry said calmly, looking at his shoes.
"Family binding contract no. 3-Q, pay 100,000 Galleons to the family Bones, because David Gaunt charmed George Bones in 1876. Family binding contract no. 3-T, pay 100,000 Galleons to the Weasley's for manipulating Wesley Weasley in 1907. Family binding contract no. 3-S, pay 100,000 Galleons to the family Belby, because David Gaunt charmed Paul Belby in 1877. Family binding contract no. 3-S-2, pay 225,000 Galleons to the family Binns, because David Gaunt charmed Eluce Binns in 1878. Family binding contract no. 3-S-3, pay 225,000 Galleons to the family Crumb, because Arnold Gaunt charmed Edward Crumb in 1890. Family binding contract no. 3-S-4, pay 225,000 Galleons to the family Lockhart, because Arnold Gaunt charmed Theodore Lockhart in 1890, and finally, family binding contract no. 3-S-5, pay 25,000 Galleons to the family Meadows, because Arnold Gaunt charmed Walter and Garret Meadows in 1891.
"Then you need to take control of investments in the magical world and take control of Vaults 2, 2-A, 2-E, 2-F and 5-C. Do you have any questions, Lord-Baron?"
"No, Your Majesty. I assume everything is taken care of?" asked Harry.
"Yes, Lord-Baron, everything is taken care of, your properties are being transferred to the Gryffindor castle as we speak, all required monies are taken out of your vaults and been paid to the respective families."
"Good," said Harry tiredly. "I think that's enough for today."
"Well, Lord-Baron. We know who your wives are from the Ravenclaw Mate charms," said the King slowly."
The King looked at Harry uneasily.
"And those are?" asked Harry.
"Your wives from the three Ravenclaw Mate charms are Angelina Johnson, Laura Fudge and Alicia Spinnet."
Harry paused for a moment. He could hear a soft buzzing sound in his head. "Who is Laura Fudge?"
"That is the only daughter of your Minister of Magic," the King said contemptuously.
Harry looked sharply at the King. "I hear that you love our Minister of Magic, Your Majesty. I love him, too. But I have a question about the sisters Black. They suppose to be my 'sisters', not? How is it possible that they are slaves?"
"You are heads of several families. The head of Slytherin got your two sisters as slave, because you are also the Head of Family Black. "
"Good," said Harry despairingly. "I think that's more then enough for today."
"Well... there is only one more file left," the King said with a smile, which was spreading all over his face.
"That is the file of the Zabini's," the King said.
Harry frowned. "What do I have... the Zabini's?"
"Yes, Lord-Baron, we have the Zabini destroyed, taken away their women and their businesses, the Head of Family died, and what is left is the family Zabini on paper with several contracts."
The King looked in anticipation at Harry.
Harry sighed. "Let's hear it then, Your Majesty."
King Albano grinned. "Of course, Lord-Baron."
"I open Heritage file number 198A.11.87. You become head of Zabini family, one seat at the Wizengamot; we have only one Arranged Marriage, you must take control of Vault 149007, which is now, regrettably, empty, and we have four family binding contracts.
"Gamily binding contract number 18761-R, pay 126,876 Galleons to the George Basil for Gambling debt, family binding contract number 18876-R, pay 876,900 Galleons to the Marcel Maison for Gambling debt, family binding contract number 18879-R, pay 81,561 Galleons to the Jason Hopkins for Gambling debt and the last... family binding contract number 18909-R, pay 198,553 Galleons to the Michael Tablecare for Gambling debt. Do you have any questions, Lord-Baron?"
"Yes, who is the one for the Arranged Marriage?" asked Harry.
"Oh, that one I have almost forgotten. Patricia Stimpson when first son reaches seventeen years or the next Head of Family is initiated. Because the Zabini family had no sons, you are the next Head of Family. For some reason, the Stimpson family refused to do business with the previous Head of Family," the King smirked.
"What happened with our properties, monies and companies?" asked Sebena.
The King looked briefly at Sebena, then at Harry with a smirk. "Your slave asked you a question, Lord-Baron."
"What about it, Your Majesty?" asked Harry.
"They are all been taken to pay off the debt of her ex-husband. There was debt left over, and that was placed in family binding contracts. Because the previous Head of Family died, everything was being transferred to contracts. You are the new Head of Family, and you can take over the debt, which you did. Now everyone is happy, and you have an additional wife," the King answered happily.
Harry nodded at the King and looked at Sebena. "I'm so sorry, Sebena, but everything is gone."
He turned to the King. "Your Majesty, what about their house and personal things?"
"They were all taken, Lord-Baron," the King said.
"Maybe we should go, Harry?" asked Hermione. "It is becoming cold in this place and we have a lot to do at the Wizengamot."
Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at the King.
"Yes, Lord-Baron, we are finished here. You got your reward, and we got our necklace, everyone is happy. "
Everyone stood up, and Harry led the procession out of the Chamber of Secrets. Professor McGonagall was floating behind Hermione.
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"Mr. Dumbledore!" a chubby journalist with red hair yelled. "What do you think about the new Lord-Baron Potter?"
Immediately everyone was quiet. They wanted to hear the reaction of the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.
"Well, I have heard about the happenings of the sixteen-year-old boy who got lucky and received some titles and money," Dumbledore said slowly and serenely. "But the boy is still wet behind the ears; he is young, thoughtlessly audacious and not qualified for anything and thus rather harmless and being foolish in his behaviour.
"He is dangerous, because he lacks the proper guidance; he is foolish, because he is going to make a fool out of himself and the Wizengamot, he is lucky, because he got everything presented to him on a... let's say... golden platter. He is spoiled, because he was raised in a place, which looks like a palace, with Muggles serving him and providing him a happy family.
"He is stupid as well, because he pressured our esteemed Minister of Magic into making a new law to free the slaves. Shortly and summarizing, he will make a joke out of the Wizengamot, which I lead as Chief Warlock. I will not even permit him to enter the Wizengamot. Be aware, I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin First Class and Grand Sorcerer, Founder and Secret Keeper of the Order of the Phoenix, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, will stop that boy to react foolishly and supply him with my guidance and support him with my experience at Hogwarts, my rightful place to be in these dark times," Dumbledore roared.
"Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Dumbledore," a small witch yelled at the front of the journalists. Dumbledore was somewhat calmed down, looked at the small witch, jumping excitedly up and down on her chair.
"Are you by any change family of the Creevey's?" Dumbledore asked warmly, looking at the little eager witch.
"Creevey's? Hell no," she yelled. "How is it possible that you are fired as headmaster of Hogwarts?" she asked with loud voice. The journalists stopped yelling and screaming, because everyone was interested in the answer of Dumbledore.
"I temporarily stepped down as headmaster of Hogwarts, but this is only temporary, though. I plan to come back at the end of this month. I and the Minister of Magic will have a session together to implement some changes in Hogwarts. In order to prepare those changes, someone needs to take over my duties at Hogwarts, while I do the real work," answered Dumbledore.
"Mr. Dumbledore," the next journalist yelled. "What about your bride? Is it not true that you need to introduce your new bride to the public?"
Dumbledore looked flatly at the yelling journalist, but no emotion was visible on his expressionless face. Dumbledore decided to ignore the question.
"Next question, please," Dumbledore yelled at the journalists in front of him.
"Mr. Dumbledore, you suppose to present your fiancée to the public!" an older lady between the journalists yelled. "Where is she?"
Many journalists were agreeing with the yelling journalist, and Dumbledore sighed. When he would be able to hurt that Potter boy, he would certainly do.
"Well," he said. "Are there no real questions? Is the only thing where you are interested in the face of my fiancée?" he said at the journalists.
"Fiancée, fiancée, fiancée, fiancée," yelled the journalists.
Dumbledore thought. He knew that he could not avoid showing Millicent Bulstrode to the public, but he hoped that he could avoid showing her to the journalists. Dumbledore sighed and he waved to the back of the newsroom in the Ministry building in front of the Wizengamot. He knew that, according the law, senior public figures must announce their fiancées to the public.
A lone hooded figure walked from the back of the newsroom toward the podium where Dumbledore was standing. When she reached the podium, she walked to Dumbledore and faced the journalists. But the journalists could see no face, because her cloak was charmed in a way, that nobody could see any face.
The journalists started to yell. They wanted to see the face of the fiancée of Dumbledore, and they also wanted to know who the fiancée was. There were all kinds of rumours running through the Ministry, and nobody wanted to believe them, because the rumours were really unbelievable.
The figure next to Dumbledore removed the charm and all journalists fell quiet as one. In front of them stood a figure in heavy cloak, with a face full of... pickles? The person in front of the journalists showed small, black, round eyes shining in the bright light of the news room, a large flat nose and a cruel mouth with bad teeth, salivating in front of everyone. The skin of her face was yellowish, and pieces of her too dry and dirty hair were clearly astray.
Dumbledore, who stood next to her, unmistakably flinched and, for the first time in more than three hundred and fifty years, the journalists were flabbergasted.
"May I introduce... uhm... my fiancée, Ms. Millicent Bulstrode," Dumbledore said with a small voice. Dumbledore thought that this was more than enough.
"Ms. Bulstrode, come with me," he hissed to the girl. Dumbledore turned and with big steps he left the podium, expecting his fiancée to follow him. He decided to hide in the room for the Wizengamot. When he almost reached the door, he discovered that Millicent Bulstrode was not following him. He groaned, and flew into the Wizengamot room and slammed the door behind him close.
What a miserable day it was, and the Wizengamot had not even started! Millicent Bulstrode had the time of her life in front of the journalists and, for the first time in her life, at the front of the attention of so many people. She knew those journalists would write about her, and she never before had the possibility to come out in public in this way.
Her engagement with the old coot was bad, but she was engaged, and that was more than she ever hoped for. She felt very grateful, her father and mother took care of her, and they arranged this marriage. It would be better if she would be engaged with that Potter boy, but she could not have everything. The boy might be the bloody Boy-Who-Lived, but he was of her age and he looked hot. The old coot of a Dumbledore was not one of the youngest, but he was a Dumbledore, and she belonged to a family, with nobody to share with. She would give Dumbledore the time of his life when they were married. Wait until the wedding night, Dumblebit; I give you a ride into ecstasy. She smiled widely in front of the journalists, who were busy taking many photos of the happy girl.
Madam Bones was standing at the back of the newsroom, dressed in a heavy cloak. That was the funniest scene she ever had seen of the great Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the light, who became grey, at least. Madam Bones turned and left the newsroom, walking the corridors of the Minister building toward her offices. Immediately after leaving, she was followed by a cloaked figure... the figure of Remus Lupin. He planned to talk to Madam Bones, because what he saw of the once great Albus Dumbledore, unsettled him greatly. That figure was not the old leader of the light, the tireless fighter against the dark and unjust. That person was a devious figure, who was deceitful and two-faced.
When Madam Bones and Remus Lupin left the corridors leading to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the Minister of Magic was looking into the newsroom, where the young girl Millicent Bulstrode was still busy making a fool out of herself. Cornelius Fudge was not a fool, maybe a bit slow, but not a fool. He knew that Dumbledore had changed for the worse, and he knew that he needed to make choices.
Following Dumbledore in politics looked like suicide to him at the moment, because what he saw happening in the newsroom did not promise much for the old mage. Following Lucius Malfoy was also not a good idea, because the man was still not available and in prison. The Dark Lord had nobody of importance and money in place in the Ministry at the moment, so that choice was temporarily out of the question, too. Then there was the Potter boy, who was very powerful at the moment. If his sources and spies were correct, the Potter boy had the majority in the Wizengamot. Cornelius suspected that the boy himself owned ten seats in the Wizengamot, one each for the Potters, Blacks, and Gryffindors; five for the Bones and three for the Ravenclaws. Those seats, together with the Bones' block, would result into a majority in the Wizengamot.
The most important reason for contemplating the Potter boy was the fact that his daughter Laura was engaged to the Potter boy. According the magical notification, she was chosen by the Ravenclaw Mate charm. He cursed his wife, who had insisted on applying the mate charm on their only child when she was born, and now they had the fall-out. Cornelius had never wanted to expose his daughter to the wizarding public in England, and he had her sent early on to foreign boarding schools on the mainland. His daughter had finished her education at Durmstrang this summer. Laura wanted to spend the first two years travelling all over the world. Cornelius agreed, because he did not feel comfortable exposing her to the English wizarding world. He always managed to hide her from the public eye, but when the tabloids smelled her, they would hunt her down and follow her everywhere she went, abroad or not.
He sighed. He needed to speak with the Potter boy and see what he was up to. He had a bad feeling about the coming Wizengamot session, because Dumbledore clearly indicated that he would fight the boy, Lord-Baron or not. Cornelius didn't want to chose, but with the latest happening with his daughter, he had no other choice. He understood that the new anti-slavery law was only a proof of concept. If the Potter boy would manage to get some additional seats, then he would be unbeatable. The only thing what was worrisome was the fact that the Potter boy was inexperienced in the coming political fight.
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Laura Fudge was looking in her mirror. She was preparing her self to meet her future husband, and she wanted to make an entrance which would blow the Lord-Baron away. She knew that she was good looking. She had long, thick, straight blonde hair, which fell down her back like a waterfall and was held together with golden hair clips which she got from her father on her fifteenth birthday. Her clear blue eyes were staring at her in the mirror, her nose was perfect and she had full lips. Her skin was pale, because of all the years spending in the north of Europe, where there was not much sun and staying indoors in the dark castle of Durmstrang, studying and staying away from as many people as possible.
Laura truly did not want to be noticed, about that her father was right. In all the six years at Durmstrang, she lived a life which pushed her somewhere in the dark background. She had no friends, no girlfriends; she lived a life of a muggle monk. She stretched herself, her body was in shape, she did not have overly large breasts, but they were not small either; they were perfect. Bras were something unneeded by her, and she never wore one. It gave her a feeling or being bound in, being restricted and it gave her the feeling of being squeezed, which she definitely did not like.
She loved sexy lingerie. Her collection was so large, that it occupied two big closets. Nice French knickers and sexy tight shirts, which hugged her nice and athletic figure like a second skin. She wore a tiny shirt at the moment, which left her breasts free, and her matching white knickers were something that would drive every man into submission.
She thought about the young Lord-Baron, whom she would marry within a month. The magical notification of the arranged marriage was not unwelcome to her. She wanted initially to travel and was thinking about ways to meet other young men outside school. Durmstrang was for her history, she finished her N.E.W.T.s, and she would never return to that dreaded icy place. She wanted to travel to South America, where it was warm and there were many hot young men her age she would love to meet. That would be the life, she thought with a smile. But now there was the surprise, and the Lord-Baron was the subject of the surprise.
Today she would meet him for the first time in the Ministry building. She understood from her father that he would be there to make his entrance and initialization of his rightful seats. She was very curious as to what he looked like; her hands rubbed the nipples of her breasts. Maybe life could be even more pleasant than she thought, and she smiled lazily.
Laura wondered if the Lord-Baron was already engaged. When she asked her father, he did not say anything. The strange thing about everything was that her father seemed to be irritated about something. Maybe it had something to do with that new anti-slavery law... or maybe not.
Laura turned around... her mother came silently into her room.
"Yes, Mother? What do you want?" she asked icily. She and her mother did not get along well together. They were never close; since the death of her little brother, the relationship between she and her mother was very bad.
"You can better prepare yourself, Laura. That Lord-Baron is a golden catch, and when you play your cards well, then you might end up much better then what your father has in mind," her mother said, ignoring her icy tone.
"What is he like, mother?" asked Laura.
"He is a Lord-Baron, what do you think? He is a man, like your father. Men are all the same, they want to have a fuck, food and sleep... there is not much more to expect from them."
Laura looked thoughtfully for a moment to the older women. "I feel pity for you," she said.
Her mother smiled sadly. "You will see," she said, turned and left her room.
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Draco Malfoy was a desperate young man, who was rushing through the corridors of the Ministry building, followed by the cursing and puffing toad woman. When he would see Potter, he would kill him on the spot. He never was so insulted in whole his life before. What was Potter thinking by forcing him to marry this toad? He was not so much worried about the toad women, because he planned to ignore her as soon as possible, but he dreaded the wedding night with that monster.
Today was a session of the Wizengamot, and Potter will be there. Potter was his Head of Family for the moment, but when he married the toad, that would not be the case. Then he would be Head of his Family; he would restore the Malfoy name to its old glory again. He smiled in anticipation of the many slaves he planned to collect. The only thing he hoped for was that Potter left some money in the Malfoy accounts, because without it, he would be forced to work. Suddenly he froze... he had a marvelous idea. He would be married with the toad very soon, and what would happen when he would let the toad work for him. He could sit in his manor, and the toad would do all the work. He smirked. That would serve her well!
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Ron Weasley was red from anger. Waves of hate travelled through his body when he thought about Harry. He stole his girl and took his sister. Potter was already rich and famous, and what did he do? He stole his girl, became richer and that snobby bastard took the rest of the Gryffindor girls as well. And Potter was not satisfied by taking all the girls of Gryffindor, noooooooooooooooooo, he also stole Bill's girl. When he saw Potter, he would blast his head off his disgusting body. His best mate who betrayed him. How could he?
Today was the day the Wizengamot would be in session and Potter would be to attend. Ron wanted to go to the Ministry as well, and when he saw Potter, he would kill him.
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Bill Weasley was a broken man. The love of his life was taken away from him. His love, nobody else's. That bastard of a Potter took her. He wished that Ron never met this son of a bitch, and instead cursed that black-haired asshole. After that debacle in Potter's bloody castle, it went from bad to worse. He lost his job, because he was screaming at his boss, and Gringotts kicked him out. He returned to the Burrow and tried to receive some support from his mother, but even in the Burrow that cursed name Potter was in everyone's mouth. To make things worse, his only sister was enslaved by that Potter. He did not understand why his parents would be so happy with the boy.
Bill was sure that Potter was already fucking his only sister... oh Merlin... he was fucking Fleur as well. Hate boiled and flooded his core... burning hate. He knew there was only one way to overcome that hate! He needed to stop that bastard and finish off the whole Potter line. He took his wand tightly in his hands, and his eyes were burning. Potter, this is your last day on earth, because I am going to send you to those disgusting parents of yours and take my Fleur back.
He stood up and walked to the large clothing closet in his room at the Burrow. He took out a box, opened it and looked at its contents. There were twenty cylinders, which were filled with muggle dynamite. He really wanted to use that today to blow that Potter into millions of pieces.
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Minerva McGonagall was sitting in her chair behind her desk in Hogwarts. After so many years of living alone, suddenly the fates decided that dramatic change was in order for her. And, of all possible fates, it decided that she must marry again. What in Merlin's name was her late grandfather thinking when he made that arranged marriage contract with Gringotts. Slytherin did not exist anymore and had not for many centuries, and now it would popup in the person of Harry James Potter. How the hell must she act toward a mere student, not even adult, he was a child! She was no paedophile, how could fate be so cruel.
She thought what Harry must feel... forced to marry her... she shuddered.
She was more then seventy years old, for Merlin's sake... and, like every marriage in the wizarding world, on the wedding night Harry must consummate the marriage. She was for sure not young anymore, her past beauty faded a long time ago, and now she was an old woman. She had wrinkles everywhere... her face, her body... even her hands and fingers.
Minerva sighed. She had no idea how to resolve this. There was no way that she could escape fate and the magically arranged marriage... or was there a way? But that meant that... oh Merlin!
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Lavender, Hannah, Susan, Hermione, Padma, Parvati, Luna and Su were present in the Gryffindor castle. They were busy preparing themselves to be introduced to the public at the Ministry, right before the Wizengamot session. The fiancées knew that they must look more than nice, because they truly wanted to leave behind a perfect picture of the most beautiful wives for their husband to be.
Lavender Brown had some serious problems with the fact that their Professor McGonagall was one of the fiancées.
"How is Harry going to handle Professor McGonagall?" Lavender said, upset. "She is more than seventy years old, for Merlin's sake.
"Shut up, Lavender," Pansy said dryly. "You don't need to sleep with her, but Potter does. So, if anyone is doing the complaining, he is, and we hear nothing."
"Why don't we feed McGonagall a de-aging potion, then it would not be so awkward for Harry," Padma said.
"Who is going to offer that to McGonagall?" asked Hannah. "Not me!"
Pansy started to laugh. "Yeah, that would indeed by funny. Potter will come to McGonagall and ask her to take a de-aging potion, because he wants to fuck her. The next moment we will not see a Potter anymore, but a pudding."
"A rejuvenation potion would be very hard to make," Hermione said. "If it was possible, then Voldemort would take that potion and he would never die. The same is valid for Professor McGonagall. If such a potion existed, nobody would die of old age anymore. I am sorry to say, but such potion does not exist."
"Then we use a glamour charm on her," Lavender said.
"It would make her look young, but she stays seventy-one years old," Hermione countered.
"Better that, than an old woman in his arms," said Lavender hotly.
Everyone was silent.
"I think that we have problems enough, and fooling around with Harry and McGonagall could backfire. Let them solve their own problems, so we can spend time to have some fun," Padma said.
"That's right," said Parvati. "Tomorrow we have the first two weddings of Su Li and Thea Zabini."
"Do we get a real Chinese wedding, Su?" asked Padma.
"Yes, we will have a real Chinese wedding," answered Su with an even voice.
"Did you have everything arranged already?" asked Padma again. She tried to get this girl to ease up, because she was dreadfully formal.
"My family arranged everything. At this moment, my father talks with Harry to finalize the last things. It will be beautiful," she said.
"Girls, are we ready?" yelled Susan.
Everyone smiled. "Let's go collect Harry and we are on our way."
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