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Chapter 27
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 27
A/N: Editor: The Resident
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"I open the 36,466th Wizengamot session. Are there any issues?" Mrs. Marchbanks asked.
"The members are now addressing internal issues of the Wizengamot," whispered Madam Bones in Harry's ear.
"Yes, there are issues," Mr. Barbary, a Wizengamot member, said. "What about Dumbledore?"
Marchbanks sighed. "Mr. Dumbledore, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, is under observation at the moment. He was hospitalized at St. Mungo's this afternoon. I don't have more details at the moment and I also don't know why our Chief Warlock reacted so badly today," she said, looking briefly at Harry.
"He killed Fred Umfraville, is he going to pay for that?" asked the other Wizengamot member.
"When he is enough recovered, he will stand trial," Mrs. Marchbanks said.
"Is it true that there was an attempt on the life of Po - Lord-Baron Potter?" asked Mr. Barbary.
"Yes, there was an attempt on the life of Lord-Baron Potter," said Mrs. Marchbanks. "Two persons are arrested; a certain Mr. Ron Weasley and his brother, Mr. Bill Weasley. It seemed that Mr. Bill Weasley carried a package with muggle dynamite with him, which he planned to explode near Lord-Baron Potter, planning to kill him. Mr. Ron Weasley, who worked independent of his brother, planned to curse Lord-Baron Potter to death. "
"Don't react on that, Harry. Not worth it," Madam Bones whispered.
"Are they going to stand trial, too, Mrs. Marchbanks?" asked Mr. Flume, Wizengamot member.
"Yes, Mr. Flume. Their trial date is scheduled at the third of September."
"Are there any other issues before we continue with the order of things for this session?" asked Mrs. Marchbanks, looking around the Wizengamot amphitheatre. The Aurors and Ministry personnel managed to clean the Wizengamot amphitheatre from any other pranks the Weasley twins left behind. Mrs. Marchbanks didn't want to go back to that damned old Wizengamot room they were an hour and half ago.
"Yes, there is one thing I want," dragged Baron Bulstrode. "I want to have a decree, which forbids Mr. Fred and George Weasley to enter the Ministry building ever." Baron Bulstrode waited for the excitement to subdue. "And speaking about the Weasley's today, let's extend this to the entire family as well."
Sounds of protests sounded throughout the Wizengamot amphitheatre.
Mr. Flume stood up from his seat. "You can't forbid entry to the Ministry building, because some members of a family did something bad, and not only that, at this moment, nobody is convicted. Maybe they are innocent, and we can only find out during the trial, which will be held in the future. I propose to wait with any action toward this family."
Baron Bulstrode stood up and looked fiercely at the now sitting Mr. Flume.
"Madame," Baron Bulstrode drawled. "Can I make you attend to the fact that four members of one family created havoc and attempted to kill at least one member of this Wizengamot? I suggest taking these measures to avoid any additional mayhem and devastation." Baron Bulstrode sat down his chair.
Harry stood up and turned to Mrs. Marchbanks. "Madam Marchbanks," said Harry warmly. "I agree with Mr. Flume. You can't punish a whole family only because a few of them are under investigation. That is absurd!" Harry sat down quickly.
Mr. Dingle stood up from his seat. "I second the Baron Bulstrode," he said and sat down quickly, blushing.
Mr. Spore stood up and looked at Harry. "Lord-Baron, I assume you say this because you have a slave with the name Ginny Weasley and she happened to be a daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley?" Mr. Spore did not sit down, and obviously he was waiting for an answer from Harry.
"Tell them about Ginny as a slave, Harry," Madam Bones whispered.
Harry stood up and smiled politely at Mr. Spore. "Ms. Ginny Potter is my slave," he said. "According the law, she is my property, and she has nothing to do with her family anymore. I personally don't care if the Weasley's are banned from this building or not. I don't think that the Weasley's will lose anything when they would be banned; it might even better in this way. So don't tell me that I am influenced by them, because I am not." Harry sat down.
Mr. Spore's eyebrows went up. "That is strange; I thought that you liked that family? By denying access to the Ministry building, Mr. Weasley will lose his job!"
"Tell them how good and professional Arthur Weasley is," whispered Madam Bones.
Harry stood up again. "That is much better in this way," said Harry. "Because I plan to hire Mr. Arthur Weasley myself for a much higher salary than the Ministry is willing to pay that excellent professional. When he is fired, I will simply hire him. When he is not fired, then I need to talk to Mr. Weasley and that is much harder to do, because I need to change his mind, and that is hard to do."
"I did not tell you to hire him," Madam Bones hissed. Harry smirked.
Mr. Spore nodded and sat down.
Mr. Baddock stood up from his seat and addressed Mrs. Marchbanks.
"Dear Madam Marchbanks," he said. "When we don't ban the Weasley's from this building, then we take the risk that Mr. Fred and Mr. George Weasley will perform their pranks again." He said down.
Mrs. Marchbanks nodded. "I agree with that statement," she growled.
Harry stood up again. "Madam Marchbanks, Members of the Wizengamot, Mr. Fred and Mr. George Weasley own a joke shop, which is extremely successful and they makes a lot of money. Within several years they will be one of the richest wizards in England, and you want to ban them? When you would do so, I can tell you that they have very long memory, and you all, and especially those who want that ban, will suffer for a long time. Those childlike pranks you witnessed some time ago are nothing to what you will suffer from the moment the ban is placed." Harry smiled evilly and sat down.
Mr. Baddock did not look impressed. "So what, it will take many years to be able to become as rich as you claim they will."
"Tell them how bloody rich you are," hissed Madam Bones straight into his ear, and Harry winced.
Harry stood up quickly. "As you know, I am the richest wizard alive at the moment. I plan to make major investments in the Weasley's joke shop, so that they have a joke shop in every wizarding community all over the world. At the moment I make that investment, they will be richer than you, Mr. Baddock. And with money comes power." Harry sat down and left behind a shocked silence, Mr. Baddock sat down quickly.
"Anyone else wants to say anything about the ban on the Ministry building," asked Mrs. Marchbanks. Nobody said a word.
"Shall we vote?" she asked.
Mr. Baddock stood up. "I don't think that is necessary," he said. "Unless someone insists."
Nobody said a word.
Noise came from the public stands and everyone looked up. They saw the Weasley twins dancing a jig.
Mrs. Marchbanks sighed. "Alright," she said disgruntled. "Anything else?"
Nobody said anything.
"This concludes the house holding issues of the Wizengamot," Mrs. Marchbanks said. "Let's continue with the issues of today. Minister Fudge?"
"Now it comes, your proposed law," whispered Madam Bones.
"Mrs. Marchbanks, thank you," answered Minister Fudge formally. "For today, there is only one issue, and that is a change of the existing Slavery law from 1018."
Mr. Barbary stood up from his chair. "Yes, Minister, I want to make a change in the existing law of slavery. It's about the law of Slavery, act. 11., reg. 28-30. I will cite the official text of this section of the law. 'An Act for Regulating Slaves within England," Dec. 12, 1066, 2 Barclay 28-30. Repealed by an order of Council, Oct. 24, 1061. No one to buy anything from or sell anything to a slave; slaves found over ten miles from master's home to be apprehended and whipped and returned; slaves from other provinces without written license from masters to be whipped and jailed; provisions for trial and punishment of slaves for various crimes; children of slaves not to own land; other persons not let slaves stay in their houses over two hours without master's consent.'"
Mr. Barbary cleared his throat. "I want to change that," he said. "I want to change the 'buy anything from or sell anything to a slave' thing. I want to include a change in the law, where it is possible to buy and sell things from and to a slave." He sat down a chair.
Fudge was looking at Mr. Barbary confused. "Motion is noted and subject for voting. Anyone has a problem with that?"
Mr. Lufkin stood up and looked accusingly at Mr. Barbary. "This is because you have so many slaves," grumbled Mr. Lufkin.
"Not so many as the Lord-Baron," Mr. Barbary answered cheekily. "It is simply a form of business, and I don't see any reason to exclude slaves from the sales process."
"And how do you think that slaves are having money, Mr. Barbary?" Lufkin asked.
Barbary said nothing, he was only smiling.
"Mr. Barbary?" asked Mrs. Marchbanks.
"I don't want to answer that, Mrs. Marchbanks. Thank you," Barbary said.
Lufkin huffed but sat down too.
"Continue as you are, Minister," said Mrs. Marchbanks.
Fudge cleared his throat. "I have two replacements of the law and two additions. I am talking about the articles seventy eight and eighty one, and new additions number eighty nine and ninety."
He looked into the Wizengamot amphitheatre, but nobody said anything.
"A replacement about the law of Slavery, §78; Children born to slaves to be free, but remain servants of slave's owner until 25 years old if male, 21 if female.
A replacement about the law of Slavery, §81; Female slaves can marry male slaves, but children belong to owner of female slave.
An addition of the law of Slavery, §89; Female slaves can marry owner and becomes free.
An addition of the law of Slavery, §90; Male and female slaves can marry not-slaves and become free."
Harry was surprised. He did not discuss the article seventy eight with Fudge.
"What is the full text of article seventy eight, Minister?" asked Mr. Barbary.
Fudge was still standing, and he walked toward the seat of the speaker.
"One, be it enacted by the Council of this State, and it is hereby enacted by the authority of the same, That every child born of a slave within this state, shall be free; but shall remain the servant of the owner of his or her mother, and the executors, administrators or assigns of such owner, and shall continue in such service, if a male, until the age of twenty five years; and if a female until the age of twenty one years.
Two, and be it enacted, That every person being an inhabitant of this state, who shall be entitled to the service of a child born as aforesaid, shall within nine months after the birth of such child, cause to be delivered to the clerk of the Ministry, whereof such person shall be an inhabitant, a certificate in writing, containing the name and addition of such person, and the name, age, and sex of the child so born; which certificate, whether the same be delivered before or after the said nine months; shall be by the said clerk recorded in a book to be by him provided for that purpose; and such record thereof shall be good evidence of the age of such child; and the clerk of such county shall receive from said person twelve Galleons for every child so registered: and if any person shall neglect to deliver such certificate to the said clerk within the said nine months, such person shall forfeit and pay for every such offence, five hundred Galleons, and the further sum of one Galleon for every month such person shall neglect to deliver the same, to be sued for and recovered by any person who will sue for the same, the one half to the use of such prosecutor, and the residue to the use of the township in which such delinquent shall reside."
[A/N: Official text ('An act for the Gradual Abolition of Slavery', Feb.15, 1804, Acts 28th G.A. 2nd sitting) is somewhat edited by author.]
"Do you want to say, that every child is free from now on?" asked Barbary angrily.
Fudge nodded.
"Who is supporting this law, Minister?"
Fudge looked at Harry, who nodded.
"The Lord-Baron Potter," said Fudge.
"Lord-Baron, are you out of your mind?" asked Barbary.
"Why?" asked Harry.
"I don't care about the other articles, because they mean profit for everyone, but the first part is madness. Those slaves are our property, and when you want to have their children be free, that is bad for business, and it will stir unrest," Barbary said hotly.
"But, Mr. Barbary, Baron Bulstrode will not agree with you. Because he has so many children with his slaves, he would only profit because of this change, and not only him, other members of this Wizengamot as well!" Harry exclaimed.
Madam Bones smiled and the Baron Bulstrode grimaced.
Barbary looked briefly at the Baron and grimaced as well. It was very well known that the Baron was visiting his female slaves many times and that there were many children with the slaves. It was also known that Mrs. Bulstrode did not agree with this anymore, and forbid him to sleep with his slaves, unless he wanted to be punished by the formidable Baroness Bulstrode.
"I see your point, Lord-Baron. But still I like to have a saying in this when children are born from slaves. Your change means that I have nothing to say about the children from my properties," Barbary said.
Mr. Brown rose from his seat. "I propose that we vote on every aspect of the law," he said, looking briefly at Harry before sitting down.
Mr. Vane stood up and addressed the Wizengamot.
"I have a question about the replacement law of Slavery, §81; Female slaves can marry male slaves, but children belong to owner of female slave. Does that mean that my slave can marry someone else's slave?"
"Yes, Mr. Vane," said the Minister.
"Does that mean that they can marry without the permission of the owner?" continued Vane.
"No, as is described in §15 and §16, any change of status of a slave can only be performed with the permission of the owner of the slave, because the slave is the property of the owner after all," answered Fudge.
Baron Bulstrode stood up. "What does that mean for the slaves of the Lord-Baron Potter?"
Harry stood up with a big smile on his face. "That means that all my slaves are going to marry me," he said.
Baron Bulstrode looked flabbergasted. "Does that also include the ugly ones?"
"I don't have ugly slaves," Harry countered.
"No ugly ones?" Baron Bulstrode shrieked. "What about those old hags?"
"What old hags?" Harry asked confused.
"Hooch and McGonagall," the Baron sneered.
"Compare his daughter with a troll," hissed Madam Bones.
"Are they old hags?" asked Harry unbelievingly. "They look fine for me. And what has that to do with the change of law? Do you want to exclude certain slaves of the law, let's say those slaves, which are as ugly as your daughter?"
The Baron became red in the face, but said nothing, but Diggory, who had a seat next to him, was sniggering.
"Shut up, Diggory, otherwise I curse you till Christmas," growled the Baron.
Diggory snorted and the Baron pulled his wand from his robes and pointed it to Diggory. But before he could cast a curse, he was already stupefied by the Aurors in the amphitheatre.
Baron Bulstrode was carried out of the amphitheatre by the Aurors and Mrs. Marchbanks demanded order in the Wizengamot.
"I have an additional issue about the slavery law," Mr. Muldoon said.
"Continue Mr. Muldoon," said Mrs. Marchbanks.
Muldoon looked at a parchment. "There is an article in the law, section §34.A, which stated the following change.
"WHEREAS, Caesar Jackson, of the township of Edinburgh, a male, having been born previously to the year 1804, is therefore a slave in law AND WHEREAS, Peter Bourdett, late of the same place, and in his lifetime owner of the said Caesar Jackson, inserted in his will an earnest request that the said slave should, on the demise of the testator, be set free, and the heirs of the said Peter Bourdett are willing and anxious to carry the request of the said testator, as expressed in his will, into full effect, but have been unable to do so; AND WHEREAS, the said Caesar Jackson is in possession of a lot of land in said township, given to him by the heirs of his late master, on which he has erected a dwelling house for himself and family, but cannot obtain a deed for the same, by reason of his still being a slave in law, and hath by his petition to the legislature prayed that he may be released from his disability, and be made capable in law of receiving a title for the said lot of land---Therefore,
BE IT ENACTED by the Council of this country, and it is hereby enacted by the authority of the same, That Caesar Jackson, of the township of Edinburgh, a male, and late a slave of Peter Bourdett, of the same place, deceased, be, and he hereby is released from his state of slavery, and shall hereafter be entitled to all the rights and privileges of a free man of the state."
Muldoon paused and looked pointedly at Harry.
"Yes, Mr. Muldoon," said Mrs. Marchbanks. "What do you want to say with that article?"
"Well, Madam Marchbanks. That slave became free!" Muldoon exclaimed.
"Say nothing and don't react," whispered Madam Bones.
"And what exactly is your point?" Marchbanks asked irritated.
"He was a werewolf!" Muldoon cried.
"And?" Marchbanks said, starting to lose her patience.
"The real name of Caesar Jackson was Gilroy Potter. He was enslaved by the Bourdett family, after he killed their son. Gilroy Potter was an inter-species hybrid!"
"A what?" Marchbanks asked flabbergasted.
"That means a hybrid from within the same genus," answered Muldoon, still looking at Harry.
Marchbanks looked confused.
"What do you mean with a hybrid?" she asked.
"Interbreeding between two animals, in his case between a Vampire and a werewolf," answered Muldoon.
Marchbanks looked more confused then ever.
"Can you tell me what your point is, Mr. Muldoon?" she drawled.
"That the Lord-Baron Potter here is a hybrid," he said.
Mrs. Marchbanks snorted very unladylike. "Does this have anything to do with the proposals of change for the slavery law, Mr. Muldoon?"
"No, Madame Marchbanks," he said.
"Then shut up and sit down. Any more idiots here?"
Nobody said anything.
"I want to have a vote on the changes, Minister. Let's start," Marchbanks said.
Minister Fudge stood from the speaker's seat, and waved his wand.
"Everyone, please state your vote on your parchment in front of you at year seat," said Fudge formally.
"We vote about Selling and Buying goods to and from a slave. Do you vote YES or NO?"
"From the forty three available seats, we have forty three votes. Because this is a change of an existing law article, a majority of seventy five percent will allow this change... that means thirty three point twenty five votes."
Fudge looked at his parchment and addressed the Wizengamot.
"There are twenty six votes for YES. The change is not approved."
"The next change of the law is that children born to slaves to be free. Do you vote YES or NO?" Fudge waved his wand and new parchments appeared at the Wizengamot members.
Fudge looked at his parchment and addressed the Wizengamot. "There are thirty three votes for YES. The change is approved." A ghostly mist appeared around the Minister, which was dispatched quickly.
"The next change of the law is that female slaves can marry male slaves. Do you vote YES or NO?" Fudge waved his wand and new parchments appeared at the Wizengamot members.
Fudge looked at his parchment and addressed the Wizengamot. "There are thirty three votes for YES. The change is approved." A ghostly mist appeared again around the Minister, which was dispatched quickly.
"The next change of the law is that female slaves can marry owner and becomes free. Do you vote YES or NO?" Fudge waved his wand again and new parchments appeared at the Wizengamot members.
Fudge looked at his parchment and addressed the Wizengamot. "There are thirty nine votes for YES. The change is approved." A ghostly mist appeared around the Minister, which was dispatched quickly.
"The next change of the law is that male and female slaves can marry not-slaves and become free. Do you vote YES or NO?" Fudge waved his wand again and new parchments appeared at the Wizengamot members.
Fudge looked at his parchment and addressed the Wizengamot. "There are thirty eight votes for YES. The change is approved." A ghostly mist appeared around the Minister, which was dispatched quickly.
"Members of the Wizengamot thank you very much," Fudge said satisfied and looked at Marchbanks.
Marchbanks didn't want to waist time. "I declare the 36,466th Wizengamot session closed." She looked at Percy, who was busy to organize his papers and smiled satisfied. This tragedy is finished and over with.
Harry hugged Madam Bones. "Look out, Lord-Baron. My daughter might get jealous," whispered Madam Bones in his ear, but Harry could hear her smiling.
"Thank you, Madam Bones. Without you I would have problems again," said Harry, and he looked up to the public stands, where he saw the girls waving.
"What was that for mist, Madam Bones?" asked Harry.
"The mist appears when a law is approved and that is the appearance of the magic. Magic makes the laws working, Harry," Madam Bones said.
"What was Muldoon talking about," asked Harry. "I'm a kind of Hybrid? Is he out of his mind?"
Madam Bones huffed. "That man is a lunatic; he has always such strange remarks. I personally have the impression that he is a seer, and some of his remarks are predictions, but most of them are pure nonsense. Don't worry about him, you better worry about your fiancées," she said.
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Harry walked through the corridors toward the office of Madam Bones with all his fiancées. He was relieved and excited, because he managed with the help of Madam Bones to change the slavery law, so that it was now possible to release them from slavery. The only small thing was that the only way to do that was marrying them. But if that would be the price to pay, Harry was willingly to pay it. He smirked, thinking about that price. Marriage was not something to be treated lightly, but he had already so many fiancées, so ten or more fiancées did not make any difference, and it had also its nice aspects.
Harry and his fiancées reached the corridor near Madam Bones' office and turned right. At the end of this corridor he could find Madam Bones office. Suddenly he stopped, because the corridor was occupied by two persons, who he really did not want to see; Draco Malfoy and his fiancée, Dolores Umbridge!
Malfoy was staring at him dumbstruck, and Dolores Umbridge was a bit faster. She seemed to be shaken out of her stupor, and tried to smile... that did not work so well, a grimace was better.
"Good afternoon, Draco Malfoy," said Harry formally. "You are here to announce your fiancée?"
Malfoy grimaced like he ate something extreme bad.
"I get you for this, Potter! I hate and despise you, and what you did to me is an insult of the Malfoy name," Malfoy hissed.
"That's hard to do, Malfoy, because I am Head of Family Malfoy at the moment, and I cannot see anyone insulting the family name."
"I mean Umbridge, you dork!" barked Malfoy.
"Umbridge? Yes, that was a master move, wasn't it?" Harry said easily. "I thought that you needed a real woman, and Dolores Umbridge is the only real woman who might mean something to you, seeing how well you and Umbridge cooperated in Hogwarts, no?"
Malfoy was red with anger, his hands were shaking and slowly he moved a hand to his side.
"Don't, Malfoy, if you try to hex your own Head of Family, you can't predict what will going too happen then to you, but one thing for sure, nothing pleasant. I think I might lock you up in a Muggle monastery or something like that. I will give the monks some money and then Dolores Umbridge might be allowed to join you in your confinement. "
"When I become Head of House, I will kill you myself," Malfoy grumbled,
"I did not hear that, Malfoy. What did you say?" asked Harry innocently.
"Nothing," he murmured.
"Well, before you can become head of Family, you need to marry first, and you also need to survive your wedding night," said Harry smiling wickedly. He looked at Dolores Umbridge and smiled warmly at her.
"I hope you take care of him, Ms. Umbridge. I think he deserves it," Harry said.
Dolores Umbridge nodded her head eagerly. "Of course I will, Pot- Lord-Baron. He is the love of my life," she said with her typical high shrill voice. "Thank you so much to think about me as his wife. I will take care of him and teach him the ways of life."
"Yes, Ms. Umbridge, that would be exactly what he needs at the moment. I would hate to send him away for a treatment and as Head of his Family I can do that without any problem, especially because his father... let's say not available anymore and he is adopted by me. "
Harry looked pointedly at Umbridge. "Do I make my self clear?" Harry said innocently.
Dolores Umbridge looked at him thoughtfully and nodded slowly her head. "I think I understand," she said with a wide smile. Oh Merlin, she really looks like a giant frog.
She grabbed Malfoy's head and pulled him toward her breasts. "I keep him close with me and I will not let him out of my eyes anymore until we are married," she said.
"Do you want to have a curative declaration, which states that you are needed for his... let's say... remedial treatment until he is married?" Harry asked Dolores Umbridge, his eyebrows up suggestible.
Dolores Umbridge immediately understood what Harry wanted too say, and smiled crude, a truly terrible sight.
"Does that mean that he must stay with me for twenty-four hours a day?" Umbridge asked with her girly voice.
"Yes, Ms. Umbridge, that is exactly what it means,' Harry said satisfied.
He could hear Malfoy screaming in the breasts of Umbridge, but he could not free him self, because what ever you can say about Umbridge, she was strong.
"I would appreciate that very much, thank you so much, Lord-Baron," said a happy Dolores Umbridge.
Harry was looking for parchment in his robes, but Umbridge was much faster. She handled him parchment and Harry started to write. When he was finished, he handled Umbridge the parchment and grinned. Umbridge was reading it, and she grinned as well.
"Come Draco, I need to take care of you, let's first see those pesky journalists first, and then we are going home, shall we?"
Dolores Umbridge walked quickly in the direction of the Wizengamot, while dragging the poor protesting Draco Malfoy with her.
"What did you write, Harry?" asked Susan.
"I wrote that Draco is confused and need twenty-four-hours-a-day care. I gave Dolores Umbridge permission to give that care."
"You are so mean," Hermione said behind him.
"Yeah, and I love it," smiled Harry. "Pay back after all those years of swallowing his shit."
"That was the best thing I ever have seen happen with a Malfoy," came a strange familiar voice from Harry's left.
"Yes, and everyone can see that the boy is so happy, he is almost delirious of joy," came the complementary voice from the same direction.
Fred and George Weasley came from an unused office walking with wide grins on heir faces. "You, Harry and your lovely women need to follow us to speak to our parents, because they are deeply unhappy with two of their sons, but very happy for their daughter," said one of the twins. Harry was not sure which twin was speaking, but he did not care.
Harry bowed to the twins. "After you fine gentlemen," he said. Harry froze in the middle of his bow, because he saw the clothing the twins were wearing. They wore orange flat shoes, yellow socks, bright green trousers, which were too short, purple shirts and a fitting bright red tie completed their costume. Harry looked up to the twins, and yes, they also wore identical bowler heads... ultramarine blue and green stripes.
"Are you two gentlemen aware that it hurts people when they look at you?" asked Harry.
Both twins were grinning widely now. "That's the spirit," one of the twin said. "When the customer comes to us, he or she knows exactly with whom they can talk to," said the other twin.
"How are you parents," asked Hermione.
"What do you think, oh Hermione, damsel in distress," cried one of the twins. Harry thought it might be Fred, but was not sure. He had the feeling it was Fred.
"I'm not in distress and neither a damsel," answered Hermione hotly.
"Maybe you are in agony then," George asked worried.
"That was an amazing prank you pulled with Marchbanks," Luna said. "Nobody saw that coming!" Luna's face did not express any emotion, and she was looking fixedly at the ceiling.
"Yes, we did, didn't we?" George said satisfied, then suddenly he became aware of the dress Luna was wearing, and his eyes started to pop out of his sockets.
"I don't think that is a good idea, you see," said Luna. "When the Lord-Baron sees you ogling me like that, he might ask me to change you into a eunuch."
George looked wild-eyed at Luna and Fred had a stunned expression on his face.
"I think that someone is our master," muttered Fred.
"That's wrong, it is mistress," replied George.
"Do you want to have two personal slaves, Luna? We'll massage your feet and scratch your back," Fred begged with his both knees on the floor in front of Luna.
"Let's go and see your parents," said Luna, like nothing happened. "I'm sure that Harry, Lord-Baron and my fiancée is anxious to see them." With that, Luna walked around the twins and started to walk toward the office of Madam Bones, leaving the flabbergasted twins behind.
"What was that?" asked Fred stunned.
"I never saw anyone like her. Do you want to sell her, Harry?" asked George, looking dreamily in the direction of Luna.
"You guys are totally nuts," said Harry. "If Luna had decided to go with you a week ago, before she was engaged with me, you two would now be fish food," Harry said laughing. "Let's follow Luna."
"You want to say that you can handle her?" asked George unbelievable.
"No, I am not saying that. But she lets me, and I am not fooling around like you guys, and I am not playing dangerous games like you. I guess that is what places you into your business, playing with fire. Also you guys are playing with fire, because the Arrange Marriage makes me jealous." Harry looked pointedly at the twins, who were looking sheepishly at Harry.
"We don't mean it like that," said Fred.
"I know, but please don't fuck around with me and my girls, guys. It's not nice and not fair toward the girls, me and yourselves. You also need to think about something else. I am going to invest heavily in your business and make you very rich men; fucking around with my girls, my fiancées, my wives or slaves is really not a good idea."
The twins winced, but said nothing further. They were following Luna toward the office of Madam Bones.
At last they arrived at the office... Harry entered the office with the twins and his fiancées following him, and Harry was promptly engulfed into a huge hug from Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh Harry, what did they do to you. I am so sorry what Bill and Ron wanted to do with you. They are not right in their minds and they need rest and care, because they are not themselves," cried Mrs. Weasley, releasing him from her bone cracking hug.
Harry smiled warmly at Mrs. Weasley. "I know, Mrs. Weasley. I don't know why those two reacted so stupidly by trying something like that. I think that our problems became too much for them to bear. Bill lost his fiancée and Ron always had something for Hermione. They saw that it was taken from them, and their lives were destroyed, they thought. I understand their motivation, but that is not the way they should react to a bad situation, by blaming it on somebody else, who is also suffering from the same if not worse.
"In Bill's situation, he was so stupid, because if he would have reacted differently, he would have had his Fleur back. Because of his problems with Fleur, we came up with the scheme of changing the slavery law, so that he could marry Fleur. But then he started to react badly to the situation and nobody could argue or discuss anything with him, because he became self-destructive, and see what happened to him.
"Now I need to marry Fleur, and he sits in jail. Similarly with Ron, except that it takes two to dance the Tango. He never really asked Hermione how she felt for him. He assumed that Hermione was some kind of possession, which he could take when he felt that he was ready for her, whenever that would be. Well, the world is not turning around his confused and slow head... the world simply continues to turn, and it does not wait under us for the confused and hesitating, like Ron is. "
"That's right, Mrs. Weasley, I am not in love with Ron... neither with Harry, but there is no choice in the matter for the both of us," said Hermione. "I, personally, would like to have it differently, but an arranged marriage is exactly that. There is nothing that I can do about it. I think that Ron needs to grow up and see if he can get a nice girl for himself. But he needs to change in order to find a nice girl."
"But for this, there must be girls available," said Fred.
"All interested girls are already taken," completed George, looking briefly at Luna, who was smiling vaguely.
"You managed to change the slavery law, Harry. What are your plans with Ginny?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"I am going to set her free, Mr. Weasley. For this I am going to marry her, and then she becomes a person again," Harry smiled.
Mrs. Weasley dragged Harry again in a bone crushing hug; tears of happiness rolled over her cheeks, even Mr. Weasley joined their hug. Suddenly he felt Mrs. Weasley stirring... and he looked up. There he saw his slaves standing at the doorpost... with Ginny in front of the girls watching her parents hugging him with a large smile on her face. She opened her arms widely and jumped at her happy parents.
"Harry, you said that you wanted to invest in our business?" whispered Fred in his ear, when he was watching the happy sight in front of him.
"Yes, the Goblins are going to contact you and see what you need," Harry said. He looked at the twins and winked. "You guys are going to be so stinking rich, and you guys are going to prank any idiot who wants shit from me," Harry laughed.
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"I open the 36,466th Wizengamot session. Are there any issues?" Mrs. Marchbanks asked.
"The members are now addressing internal issues of the Wizengamot," whispered Madam Bones in Harry's ear.
"Yes, there are issues," Mr. Barbary, a Wizengamot member, said. "What about Dumbledore?"
Marchbanks sighed. "Mr. Dumbledore, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, is under observation at the moment. He was hospitalized at St. Mungo's this afternoon. I don't have more details at the moment and I also don't know why our Chief Warlock reacted so badly today," she said, looking briefly at Harry.
"He killed Fred Umfraville, is he going to pay for that?" asked the other Wizengamot member.
"When he is enough recovered, he will stand trial," Mrs. Marchbanks said.
"Is it true that there was an attempt on the life of Po - Lord-Baron Potter?" asked Mr. Barbary.
"Yes, there was an attempt on the life of Lord-Baron Potter," said Mrs. Marchbanks. "Two persons are arrested; a certain Mr. Ron Weasley and his brother, Mr. Bill Weasley. It seemed that Mr. Bill Weasley carried a package with muggle dynamite with him, which he planned to explode near Lord-Baron Potter, planning to kill him. Mr. Ron Weasley, who worked independent of his brother, planned to curse Lord-Baron Potter to death. "
"Don't react on that, Harry. Not worth it," Madam Bones whispered.
"Are they going to stand trial, too, Mrs. Marchbanks?" asked Mr. Flume, Wizengamot member.
"Yes, Mr. Flume. Their trial date is scheduled at the third of September."
"Are there any other issues before we continue with the order of things for this session?" asked Mrs. Marchbanks, looking around the Wizengamot amphitheatre. The Aurors and Ministry personnel managed to clean the Wizengamot amphitheatre from any other pranks the Weasley twins left behind. Mrs. Marchbanks didn't want to go back to that damned old Wizengamot room they were an hour and half ago.
"Yes, there is one thing I want," dragged Baron Bulstrode. "I want to have a decree, which forbids Mr. Fred and George Weasley to enter the Ministry building ever." Baron Bulstrode waited for the excitement to subdue. "And speaking about the Weasley's today, let's extend this to the entire family as well."
Sounds of protests sounded throughout the Wizengamot amphitheatre.
Mr. Flume stood up from his seat. "You can't forbid entry to the Ministry building, because some members of a family did something bad, and not only that, at this moment, nobody is convicted. Maybe they are innocent, and we can only find out during the trial, which will be held in the future. I propose to wait with any action toward this family."
Baron Bulstrode stood up and looked fiercely at the now sitting Mr. Flume.
"Madame," Baron Bulstrode drawled. "Can I make you attend to the fact that four members of one family created havoc and attempted to kill at least one member of this Wizengamot? I suggest taking these measures to avoid any additional mayhem and devastation." Baron Bulstrode sat down his chair.
Harry stood up and turned to Mrs. Marchbanks. "Madam Marchbanks," said Harry warmly. "I agree with Mr. Flume. You can't punish a whole family only because a few of them are under investigation. That is absurd!" Harry sat down quickly.
Mr. Dingle stood up from his seat. "I second the Baron Bulstrode," he said and sat down quickly, blushing.
Mr. Spore stood up and looked at Harry. "Lord-Baron, I assume you say this because you have a slave with the name Ginny Weasley and she happened to be a daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley?" Mr. Spore did not sit down, and obviously he was waiting for an answer from Harry.
"Tell them about Ginny as a slave, Harry," Madam Bones whispered.
Harry stood up and smiled politely at Mr. Spore. "Ms. Ginny Potter is my slave," he said. "According the law, she is my property, and she has nothing to do with her family anymore. I personally don't care if the Weasley's are banned from this building or not. I don't think that the Weasley's will lose anything when they would be banned; it might even better in this way. So don't tell me that I am influenced by them, because I am not." Harry sat down.
Mr. Spore's eyebrows went up. "That is strange; I thought that you liked that family? By denying access to the Ministry building, Mr. Weasley will lose his job!"
"Tell them how good and professional Arthur Weasley is," whispered Madam Bones.
Harry stood up again. "That is much better in this way," said Harry. "Because I plan to hire Mr. Arthur Weasley myself for a much higher salary than the Ministry is willing to pay that excellent professional. When he is fired, I will simply hire him. When he is not fired, then I need to talk to Mr. Weasley and that is much harder to do, because I need to change his mind, and that is hard to do."
"I did not tell you to hire him," Madam Bones hissed. Harry smirked.
Mr. Spore nodded and sat down.
Mr. Baddock stood up from his seat and addressed Mrs. Marchbanks.
"Dear Madam Marchbanks," he said. "When we don't ban the Weasley's from this building, then we take the risk that Mr. Fred and Mr. George Weasley will perform their pranks again." He said down.
Mrs. Marchbanks nodded. "I agree with that statement," she growled.
Harry stood up again. "Madam Marchbanks, Members of the Wizengamot, Mr. Fred and Mr. George Weasley own a joke shop, which is extremely successful and they makes a lot of money. Within several years they will be one of the richest wizards in England, and you want to ban them? When you would do so, I can tell you that they have very long memory, and you all, and especially those who want that ban, will suffer for a long time. Those childlike pranks you witnessed some time ago are nothing to what you will suffer from the moment the ban is placed." Harry smiled evilly and sat down.
Mr. Baddock did not look impressed. "So what, it will take many years to be able to become as rich as you claim they will."
"Tell them how bloody rich you are," hissed Madam Bones straight into his ear, and Harry winced.
Harry stood up quickly. "As you know, I am the richest wizard alive at the moment. I plan to make major investments in the Weasley's joke shop, so that they have a joke shop in every wizarding community all over the world. At the moment I make that investment, they will be richer than you, Mr. Baddock. And with money comes power." Harry sat down and left behind a shocked silence, Mr. Baddock sat down quickly.
"Anyone else wants to say anything about the ban on the Ministry building," asked Mrs. Marchbanks. Nobody said a word.
"Shall we vote?" she asked.
Mr. Baddock stood up. "I don't think that is necessary," he said. "Unless someone insists."
Nobody said a word.
Noise came from the public stands and everyone looked up. They saw the Weasley twins dancing a jig.
Mrs. Marchbanks sighed. "Alright," she said disgruntled. "Anything else?"
Nobody said anything.
"This concludes the house holding issues of the Wizengamot," Mrs. Marchbanks said. "Let's continue with the issues of today. Minister Fudge?"
"Now it comes, your proposed law," whispered Madam Bones.
"Mrs. Marchbanks, thank you," answered Minister Fudge formally. "For today, there is only one issue, and that is a change of the existing Slavery law from 1018."
Mr. Barbary stood up from his chair. "Yes, Minister, I want to make a change in the existing law of slavery. It's about the law of Slavery, act. 11., reg. 28-30. I will cite the official text of this section of the law. 'An Act for Regulating Slaves within England," Dec. 12, 1066, 2 Barclay 28-30. Repealed by an order of Council, Oct. 24, 1061. No one to buy anything from or sell anything to a slave; slaves found over ten miles from master's home to be apprehended and whipped and returned; slaves from other provinces without written license from masters to be whipped and jailed; provisions for trial and punishment of slaves for various crimes; children of slaves not to own land; other persons not let slaves stay in their houses over two hours without master's consent.'"
Mr. Barbary cleared his throat. "I want to change that," he said. "I want to change the 'buy anything from or sell anything to a slave' thing. I want to include a change in the law, where it is possible to buy and sell things from and to a slave." He sat down a chair.
Fudge was looking at Mr. Barbary confused. "Motion is noted and subject for voting. Anyone has a problem with that?"
Mr. Lufkin stood up and looked accusingly at Mr. Barbary. "This is because you have so many slaves," grumbled Mr. Lufkin.
"Not so many as the Lord-Baron," Mr. Barbary answered cheekily. "It is simply a form of business, and I don't see any reason to exclude slaves from the sales process."
"And how do you think that slaves are having money, Mr. Barbary?" Lufkin asked.
Barbary said nothing, he was only smiling.
"Mr. Barbary?" asked Mrs. Marchbanks.
"I don't want to answer that, Mrs. Marchbanks. Thank you," Barbary said.
Lufkin huffed but sat down too.
"Continue as you are, Minister," said Mrs. Marchbanks.
Fudge cleared his throat. "I have two replacements of the law and two additions. I am talking about the articles seventy eight and eighty one, and new additions number eighty nine and ninety."
He looked into the Wizengamot amphitheatre, but nobody said anything.
"A replacement about the law of Slavery, §78; Children born to slaves to be free, but remain servants of slave's owner until 25 years old if male, 21 if female.
A replacement about the law of Slavery, §81; Female slaves can marry male slaves, but children belong to owner of female slave.
An addition of the law of Slavery, §89; Female slaves can marry owner and becomes free.
An addition of the law of Slavery, §90; Male and female slaves can marry not-slaves and become free."
Harry was surprised. He did not discuss the article seventy eight with Fudge.
"What is the full text of article seventy eight, Minister?" asked Mr. Barbary.
Fudge was still standing, and he walked toward the seat of the speaker.
"One, be it enacted by the Council of this State, and it is hereby enacted by the authority of the same, That every child born of a slave within this state, shall be free; but shall remain the servant of the owner of his or her mother, and the executors, administrators or assigns of such owner, and shall continue in such service, if a male, until the age of twenty five years; and if a female until the age of twenty one years.
Two, and be it enacted, That every person being an inhabitant of this state, who shall be entitled to the service of a child born as aforesaid, shall within nine months after the birth of such child, cause to be delivered to the clerk of the Ministry, whereof such person shall be an inhabitant, a certificate in writing, containing the name and addition of such person, and the name, age, and sex of the child so born; which certificate, whether the same be delivered before or after the said nine months; shall be by the said clerk recorded in a book to be by him provided for that purpose; and such record thereof shall be good evidence of the age of such child; and the clerk of such county shall receive from said person twelve Galleons for every child so registered: and if any person shall neglect to deliver such certificate to the said clerk within the said nine months, such person shall forfeit and pay for every such offence, five hundred Galleons, and the further sum of one Galleon for every month such person shall neglect to deliver the same, to be sued for and recovered by any person who will sue for the same, the one half to the use of such prosecutor, and the residue to the use of the township in which such delinquent shall reside."
[A/N: Official text ('An act for the Gradual Abolition of Slavery', Feb.15, 1804, Acts 28th G.A. 2nd sitting) is somewhat edited by author.]
"Do you want to say, that every child is free from now on?" asked Barbary angrily.
Fudge nodded.
"Who is supporting this law, Minister?"
Fudge looked at Harry, who nodded.
"The Lord-Baron Potter," said Fudge.
"Lord-Baron, are you out of your mind?" asked Barbary.
"Why?" asked Harry.
"I don't care about the other articles, because they mean profit for everyone, but the first part is madness. Those slaves are our property, and when you want to have their children be free, that is bad for business, and it will stir unrest," Barbary said hotly.
"But, Mr. Barbary, Baron Bulstrode will not agree with you. Because he has so many children with his slaves, he would only profit because of this change, and not only him, other members of this Wizengamot as well!" Harry exclaimed.
Madam Bones smiled and the Baron Bulstrode grimaced.
Barbary looked briefly at the Baron and grimaced as well. It was very well known that the Baron was visiting his female slaves many times and that there were many children with the slaves. It was also known that Mrs. Bulstrode did not agree with this anymore, and forbid him to sleep with his slaves, unless he wanted to be punished by the formidable Baroness Bulstrode.
"I see your point, Lord-Baron. But still I like to have a saying in this when children are born from slaves. Your change means that I have nothing to say about the children from my properties," Barbary said.
Mr. Brown rose from his seat. "I propose that we vote on every aspect of the law," he said, looking briefly at Harry before sitting down.
Mr. Vane stood up and addressed the Wizengamot.
"I have a question about the replacement law of Slavery, §81; Female slaves can marry male slaves, but children belong to owner of female slave. Does that mean that my slave can marry someone else's slave?"
"Yes, Mr. Vane," said the Minister.
"Does that mean that they can marry without the permission of the owner?" continued Vane.
"No, as is described in §15 and §16, any change of status of a slave can only be performed with the permission of the owner of the slave, because the slave is the property of the owner after all," answered Fudge.
Baron Bulstrode stood up. "What does that mean for the slaves of the Lord-Baron Potter?"
Harry stood up with a big smile on his face. "That means that all my slaves are going to marry me," he said.
Baron Bulstrode looked flabbergasted. "Does that also include the ugly ones?"
"I don't have ugly slaves," Harry countered.
"No ugly ones?" Baron Bulstrode shrieked. "What about those old hags?"
"What old hags?" Harry asked confused.
"Hooch and McGonagall," the Baron sneered.
"Compare his daughter with a troll," hissed Madam Bones.
"Are they old hags?" asked Harry unbelievingly. "They look fine for me. And what has that to do with the change of law? Do you want to exclude certain slaves of the law, let's say those slaves, which are as ugly as your daughter?"
The Baron became red in the face, but said nothing, but Diggory, who had a seat next to him, was sniggering.
"Shut up, Diggory, otherwise I curse you till Christmas," growled the Baron.
Diggory snorted and the Baron pulled his wand from his robes and pointed it to Diggory. But before he could cast a curse, he was already stupefied by the Aurors in the amphitheatre.
Baron Bulstrode was carried out of the amphitheatre by the Aurors and Mrs. Marchbanks demanded order in the Wizengamot.
"I have an additional issue about the slavery law," Mr. Muldoon said.
"Continue Mr. Muldoon," said Mrs. Marchbanks.
Muldoon looked at a parchment. "There is an article in the law, section §34.A, which stated the following change.
"WHEREAS, Caesar Jackson, of the township of Edinburgh, a male, having been born previously to the year 1804, is therefore a slave in law AND WHEREAS, Peter Bourdett, late of the same place, and in his lifetime owner of the said Caesar Jackson, inserted in his will an earnest request that the said slave should, on the demise of the testator, be set free, and the heirs of the said Peter Bourdett are willing and anxious to carry the request of the said testator, as expressed in his will, into full effect, but have been unable to do so; AND WHEREAS, the said Caesar Jackson is in possession of a lot of land in said township, given to him by the heirs of his late master, on which he has erected a dwelling house for himself and family, but cannot obtain a deed for the same, by reason of his still being a slave in law, and hath by his petition to the legislature prayed that he may be released from his disability, and be made capable in law of receiving a title for the said lot of land---Therefore,
BE IT ENACTED by the Council of this country, and it is hereby enacted by the authority of the same, That Caesar Jackson, of the township of Edinburgh, a male, and late a slave of Peter Bourdett, of the same place, deceased, be, and he hereby is released from his state of slavery, and shall hereafter be entitled to all the rights and privileges of a free man of the state."
Muldoon paused and looked pointedly at Harry.
"Yes, Mr. Muldoon," said Mrs. Marchbanks. "What do you want to say with that article?"
"Well, Madam Marchbanks. That slave became free!" Muldoon exclaimed.
"Say nothing and don't react," whispered Madam Bones.
"And what exactly is your point?" Marchbanks asked irritated.
"He was a werewolf!" Muldoon cried.
"And?" Marchbanks said, starting to lose her patience.
"The real name of Caesar Jackson was Gilroy Potter. He was enslaved by the Bourdett family, after he killed their son. Gilroy Potter was an inter-species hybrid!"
"A what?" Marchbanks asked flabbergasted.
"That means a hybrid from within the same genus," answered Muldoon, still looking at Harry.
Marchbanks looked confused.
"What do you mean with a hybrid?" she asked.
"Interbreeding between two animals, in his case between a Vampire and a werewolf," answered Muldoon.
Marchbanks looked more confused then ever.
"Can you tell me what your point is, Mr. Muldoon?" she drawled.
"That the Lord-Baron Potter here is a hybrid," he said.
Mrs. Marchbanks snorted very unladylike. "Does this have anything to do with the proposals of change for the slavery law, Mr. Muldoon?"
"No, Madame Marchbanks," he said.
"Then shut up and sit down. Any more idiots here?"
Nobody said anything.
"I want to have a vote on the changes, Minister. Let's start," Marchbanks said.
Minister Fudge stood from the speaker's seat, and waved his wand.
"Everyone, please state your vote on your parchment in front of you at year seat," said Fudge formally.
"We vote about Selling and Buying goods to and from a slave. Do you vote YES or NO?"
"From the forty three available seats, we have forty three votes. Because this is a change of an existing law article, a majority of seventy five percent will allow this change... that means thirty three point twenty five votes."
Fudge looked at his parchment and addressed the Wizengamot.
"There are twenty six votes for YES. The change is not approved."
"The next change of the law is that children born to slaves to be free. Do you vote YES or NO?" Fudge waved his wand and new parchments appeared at the Wizengamot members.
Fudge looked at his parchment and addressed the Wizengamot. "There are thirty three votes for YES. The change is approved." A ghostly mist appeared around the Minister, which was dispatched quickly.
"The next change of the law is that female slaves can marry male slaves. Do you vote YES or NO?" Fudge waved his wand and new parchments appeared at the Wizengamot members.
Fudge looked at his parchment and addressed the Wizengamot. "There are thirty three votes for YES. The change is approved." A ghostly mist appeared again around the Minister, which was dispatched quickly.
"The next change of the law is that female slaves can marry owner and becomes free. Do you vote YES or NO?" Fudge waved his wand again and new parchments appeared at the Wizengamot members.
Fudge looked at his parchment and addressed the Wizengamot. "There are thirty nine votes for YES. The change is approved." A ghostly mist appeared around the Minister, which was dispatched quickly.
"The next change of the law is that male and female slaves can marry not-slaves and become free. Do you vote YES or NO?" Fudge waved his wand again and new parchments appeared at the Wizengamot members.
Fudge looked at his parchment and addressed the Wizengamot. "There are thirty eight votes for YES. The change is approved." A ghostly mist appeared around the Minister, which was dispatched quickly.
"Members of the Wizengamot thank you very much," Fudge said satisfied and looked at Marchbanks.
Marchbanks didn't want to waist time. "I declare the 36,466th Wizengamot session closed." She looked at Percy, who was busy to organize his papers and smiled satisfied. This tragedy is finished and over with.
Harry hugged Madam Bones. "Look out, Lord-Baron. My daughter might get jealous," whispered Madam Bones in his ear, but Harry could hear her smiling.
"Thank you, Madam Bones. Without you I would have problems again," said Harry, and he looked up to the public stands, where he saw the girls waving.
"What was that for mist, Madam Bones?" asked Harry.
"The mist appears when a law is approved and that is the appearance of the magic. Magic makes the laws working, Harry," Madam Bones said.
"What was Muldoon talking about," asked Harry. "I'm a kind of Hybrid? Is he out of his mind?"
Madam Bones huffed. "That man is a lunatic; he has always such strange remarks. I personally have the impression that he is a seer, and some of his remarks are predictions, but most of them are pure nonsense. Don't worry about him, you better worry about your fiancées," she said.
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Harry walked through the corridors toward the office of Madam Bones with all his fiancées. He was relieved and excited, because he managed with the help of Madam Bones to change the slavery law, so that it was now possible to release them from slavery. The only small thing was that the only way to do that was marrying them. But if that would be the price to pay, Harry was willingly to pay it. He smirked, thinking about that price. Marriage was not something to be treated lightly, but he had already so many fiancées, so ten or more fiancées did not make any difference, and it had also its nice aspects.
Harry and his fiancées reached the corridor near Madam Bones' office and turned right. At the end of this corridor he could find Madam Bones office. Suddenly he stopped, because the corridor was occupied by two persons, who he really did not want to see; Draco Malfoy and his fiancée, Dolores Umbridge!
Malfoy was staring at him dumbstruck, and Dolores Umbridge was a bit faster. She seemed to be shaken out of her stupor, and tried to smile... that did not work so well, a grimace was better.
"Good afternoon, Draco Malfoy," said Harry formally. "You are here to announce your fiancée?"
Malfoy grimaced like he ate something extreme bad.
"I get you for this, Potter! I hate and despise you, and what you did to me is an insult of the Malfoy name," Malfoy hissed.
"That's hard to do, Malfoy, because I am Head of Family Malfoy at the moment, and I cannot see anyone insulting the family name."
"I mean Umbridge, you dork!" barked Malfoy.
"Umbridge? Yes, that was a master move, wasn't it?" Harry said easily. "I thought that you needed a real woman, and Dolores Umbridge is the only real woman who might mean something to you, seeing how well you and Umbridge cooperated in Hogwarts, no?"
Malfoy was red with anger, his hands were shaking and slowly he moved a hand to his side.
"Don't, Malfoy, if you try to hex your own Head of Family, you can't predict what will going too happen then to you, but one thing for sure, nothing pleasant. I think I might lock you up in a Muggle monastery or something like that. I will give the monks some money and then Dolores Umbridge might be allowed to join you in your confinement. "
"When I become Head of House, I will kill you myself," Malfoy grumbled,
"I did not hear that, Malfoy. What did you say?" asked Harry innocently.
"Nothing," he murmured.
"Well, before you can become head of Family, you need to marry first, and you also need to survive your wedding night," said Harry smiling wickedly. He looked at Dolores Umbridge and smiled warmly at her.
"I hope you take care of him, Ms. Umbridge. I think he deserves it," Harry said.
Dolores Umbridge nodded her head eagerly. "Of course I will, Pot- Lord-Baron. He is the love of my life," she said with her typical high shrill voice. "Thank you so much to think about me as his wife. I will take care of him and teach him the ways of life."
"Yes, Ms. Umbridge, that would be exactly what he needs at the moment. I would hate to send him away for a treatment and as Head of his Family I can do that without any problem, especially because his father... let's say not available anymore and he is adopted by me. "
Harry looked pointedly at Umbridge. "Do I make my self clear?" Harry said innocently.
Dolores Umbridge looked at him thoughtfully and nodded slowly her head. "I think I understand," she said with a wide smile. Oh Merlin, she really looks like a giant frog.
She grabbed Malfoy's head and pulled him toward her breasts. "I keep him close with me and I will not let him out of my eyes anymore until we are married," she said.
"Do you want to have a curative declaration, which states that you are needed for his... let's say... remedial treatment until he is married?" Harry asked Dolores Umbridge, his eyebrows up suggestible.
Dolores Umbridge immediately understood what Harry wanted too say, and smiled crude, a truly terrible sight.
"Does that mean that he must stay with me for twenty-four hours a day?" Umbridge asked with her girly voice.
"Yes, Ms. Umbridge, that is exactly what it means,' Harry said satisfied.
He could hear Malfoy screaming in the breasts of Umbridge, but he could not free him self, because what ever you can say about Umbridge, she was strong.
"I would appreciate that very much, thank you so much, Lord-Baron," said a happy Dolores Umbridge.
Harry was looking for parchment in his robes, but Umbridge was much faster. She handled him parchment and Harry started to write. When he was finished, he handled Umbridge the parchment and grinned. Umbridge was reading it, and she grinned as well.
"Come Draco, I need to take care of you, let's first see those pesky journalists first, and then we are going home, shall we?"
Dolores Umbridge walked quickly in the direction of the Wizengamot, while dragging the poor protesting Draco Malfoy with her.
"What did you write, Harry?" asked Susan.
"I wrote that Draco is confused and need twenty-four-hours-a-day care. I gave Dolores Umbridge permission to give that care."
"You are so mean," Hermione said behind him.
"Yeah, and I love it," smiled Harry. "Pay back after all those years of swallowing his shit."
"That was the best thing I ever have seen happen with a Malfoy," came a strange familiar voice from Harry's left.
"Yes, and everyone can see that the boy is so happy, he is almost delirious of joy," came the complementary voice from the same direction.
Fred and George Weasley came from an unused office walking with wide grins on heir faces. "You, Harry and your lovely women need to follow us to speak to our parents, because they are deeply unhappy with two of their sons, but very happy for their daughter," said one of the twins. Harry was not sure which twin was speaking, but he did not care.
Harry bowed to the twins. "After you fine gentlemen," he said. Harry froze in the middle of his bow, because he saw the clothing the twins were wearing. They wore orange flat shoes, yellow socks, bright green trousers, which were too short, purple shirts and a fitting bright red tie completed their costume. Harry looked up to the twins, and yes, they also wore identical bowler heads... ultramarine blue and green stripes.
"Are you two gentlemen aware that it hurts people when they look at you?" asked Harry.
Both twins were grinning widely now. "That's the spirit," one of the twin said. "When the customer comes to us, he or she knows exactly with whom they can talk to," said the other twin.
"How are you parents," asked Hermione.
"What do you think, oh Hermione, damsel in distress," cried one of the twins. Harry thought it might be Fred, but was not sure. He had the feeling it was Fred.
"I'm not in distress and neither a damsel," answered Hermione hotly.
"Maybe you are in agony then," George asked worried.
"That was an amazing prank you pulled with Marchbanks," Luna said. "Nobody saw that coming!" Luna's face did not express any emotion, and she was looking fixedly at the ceiling.
"Yes, we did, didn't we?" George said satisfied, then suddenly he became aware of the dress Luna was wearing, and his eyes started to pop out of his sockets.
"I don't think that is a good idea, you see," said Luna. "When the Lord-Baron sees you ogling me like that, he might ask me to change you into a eunuch."
George looked wild-eyed at Luna and Fred had a stunned expression on his face.
"I think that someone is our master," muttered Fred.
"That's wrong, it is mistress," replied George.
"Do you want to have two personal slaves, Luna? We'll massage your feet and scratch your back," Fred begged with his both knees on the floor in front of Luna.
"Let's go and see your parents," said Luna, like nothing happened. "I'm sure that Harry, Lord-Baron and my fiancée is anxious to see them." With that, Luna walked around the twins and started to walk toward the office of Madam Bones, leaving the flabbergasted twins behind.
"What was that?" asked Fred stunned.
"I never saw anyone like her. Do you want to sell her, Harry?" asked George, looking dreamily in the direction of Luna.
"You guys are totally nuts," said Harry. "If Luna had decided to go with you a week ago, before she was engaged with me, you two would now be fish food," Harry said laughing. "Let's follow Luna."
"You want to say that you can handle her?" asked George unbelievable.
"No, I am not saying that. But she lets me, and I am not fooling around like you guys, and I am not playing dangerous games like you. I guess that is what places you into your business, playing with fire. Also you guys are playing with fire, because the Arrange Marriage makes me jealous." Harry looked pointedly at the twins, who were looking sheepishly at Harry.
"We don't mean it like that," said Fred.
"I know, but please don't fuck around with me and my girls, guys. It's not nice and not fair toward the girls, me and yourselves. You also need to think about something else. I am going to invest heavily in your business and make you very rich men; fucking around with my girls, my fiancées, my wives or slaves is really not a good idea."
The twins winced, but said nothing further. They were following Luna toward the office of Madam Bones.
At last they arrived at the office... Harry entered the office with the twins and his fiancées following him, and Harry was promptly engulfed into a huge hug from Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh Harry, what did they do to you. I am so sorry what Bill and Ron wanted to do with you. They are not right in their minds and they need rest and care, because they are not themselves," cried Mrs. Weasley, releasing him from her bone cracking hug.
Harry smiled warmly at Mrs. Weasley. "I know, Mrs. Weasley. I don't know why those two reacted so stupidly by trying something like that. I think that our problems became too much for them to bear. Bill lost his fiancée and Ron always had something for Hermione. They saw that it was taken from them, and their lives were destroyed, they thought. I understand their motivation, but that is not the way they should react to a bad situation, by blaming it on somebody else, who is also suffering from the same if not worse.
"In Bill's situation, he was so stupid, because if he would have reacted differently, he would have had his Fleur back. Because of his problems with Fleur, we came up with the scheme of changing the slavery law, so that he could marry Fleur. But then he started to react badly to the situation and nobody could argue or discuss anything with him, because he became self-destructive, and see what happened to him.
"Now I need to marry Fleur, and he sits in jail. Similarly with Ron, except that it takes two to dance the Tango. He never really asked Hermione how she felt for him. He assumed that Hermione was some kind of possession, which he could take when he felt that he was ready for her, whenever that would be. Well, the world is not turning around his confused and slow head... the world simply continues to turn, and it does not wait under us for the confused and hesitating, like Ron is. "
"That's right, Mrs. Weasley, I am not in love with Ron... neither with Harry, but there is no choice in the matter for the both of us," said Hermione. "I, personally, would like to have it differently, but an arranged marriage is exactly that. There is nothing that I can do about it. I think that Ron needs to grow up and see if he can get a nice girl for himself. But he needs to change in order to find a nice girl."
"But for this, there must be girls available," said Fred.
"All interested girls are already taken," completed George, looking briefly at Luna, who was smiling vaguely.
"You managed to change the slavery law, Harry. What are your plans with Ginny?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"I am going to set her free, Mr. Weasley. For this I am going to marry her, and then she becomes a person again," Harry smiled.
Mrs. Weasley dragged Harry again in a bone crushing hug; tears of happiness rolled over her cheeks, even Mr. Weasley joined their hug. Suddenly he felt Mrs. Weasley stirring... and he looked up. There he saw his slaves standing at the doorpost... with Ginny in front of the girls watching her parents hugging him with a large smile on her face. She opened her arms widely and jumped at her happy parents.
"Harry, you said that you wanted to invest in our business?" whispered Fred in his ear, when he was watching the happy sight in front of him.
"Yes, the Goblins are going to contact you and see what you need," Harry said. He looked at the twins and winked. "You guys are going to be so stinking rich, and you guys are going to prank any idiot who wants shit from me," Harry laughed.
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