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The Heritage - Chapter 37
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A/N: Beta reader for this chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
"We decided to co-operate with you," said the Goblin.

"Hiphook told me that you have a way to beat Voldemort," said Harry.

"We have," answered the Goblin.

"Send Hiphook tomorrow to the castle," said Harry. "I want to have magical contracts about your intentions, so that you will not betray me when you have the chance. What does it take to beat Voldemort?"

"To accept the additional heritages and contracts," answered the Goblin shortly.

"As it is," answered Harry and he waved his right hand. Harry knew that someone was applying the invisibility spell on him, because he felt the familiar feeling of coldness appearing over his head and upper body and the Goblin's eyes went wide when Harry disappeared in thin air. Harry swiftly and softly moved out of view from the Goblin and walked towards the Leaky Caldron. When he entered the pub, he walked straight to the fireplace, took Floo powder and flooed to the Gryffindor castle. Hopefully everyone was already there.

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"One more," said Hermione with a smirk.

"I pass," murmured Lavender somberly.

"Two more," said Hannah.

""Give me three," Luna breathed.

"This is a stupid game," remarked Theresa Crabbe. "I hate it, and everything what is muggle. Give me two cards, Blaise." She took the two cards from Blaise and snorted. "This is sooooo stupid."

"Two pairs, ace and queens," said Hermione satisfied.

"Bull of baloney," moaned Hannah.

"Two pairs, ace and kings!" exclaimed Luna.

"Three of a kind!" yelled Theresa loudly, I win again!

All the girls around the table were making disgruntling noises.

"She wins again," murmured Hermione. "It's not normal."

"I think she is using magic somehow," grumbled Lavender.

"Well, do we have winners at the other tables?" yelled Pansy from her table.

"Yes, I do! I beat the losers here on my table. What about you?" yelled Theresa Crabbe back.

"Yeah, these suckers here are no match for me," yelled Pansy through the dining hall.

Harry was looking amused from his corner at the poker playing girls. The girls agreed to change the plans for the weddings and something about a surprise for tonight. Instead of choosing girls randomly, they decided to play poker to determine who comes first according the points they score.

Hermione's parents were sleeping at the moment, but Gram, Hermione's grandmother was still in the library reading. She was a muggle who discovered that Hermione was a witch only a short time ago, and the old and formidable woman took that shocking news admirably calm. Harry really didn't want to release the knowledge of the books to anyone, but for Gram he made the exception. It was very clear that Hermione got her hunger of books from grandmother, and Harry smiled.

He decided to give Hermione, her parents of Gram the permission to read the books ... well ... not all books, but most of them. And what happened? A miracle happened, Hermione was not in the library, but was playing poker with the rest of the girls. Pansy was only snorting when he asked her if she wants to have access to the library. She said something about seeking the action where the action was happening, namely in bed than on dusty shelves.

Gram was grilling him about wizarding habits and marriage contracts, and she understood about those things. She said that when she was young, marriage contracts were more common then it was today. Hermione was huffing about what her grandmother said.

Harry looked at the parchment, which he had received from Mad-Eye Moody. Harry asked him per owl if all the forces were still at Hogwarts. Moody personally traveled to Hogwarts and he wrote back that the forces were still in place. He also wrote that the Goblins had even increased security at the castle.

The normal set of security and safety wards were expanded with the same wards, which were being used at Gringotts bank and vaults, and that the Goblins were busyly installing additional wards near the Forbidden Forest. According Moody those were advanced detection wards, so that any creature from the Forbidden Forest was immediately detected the moment they left the forest.

Moody also reported that the Order of Phoenix was finished with the reorganization which was ordered by Harry and they were all in the field to collect information. Voldemort seemed to be disappeared, and nobody had heard from the monster already for several days. The rumors were that Voldemort was sick, but he could not get any specifics about what kind of sickness or that it was even true. According Moody it might by a hoax, to get the attention away from Voldemort, while he was in secret preparing an attack somewhere. He also heard that Minister Fudge was keeping his head low, and he was actually acting like a Minister for once, and that was amazing news according Moody.

Gidi popped in front of Harry and he was looking apprehensively at the little elf.

"Master, you have a visitor," the little elf said.

"Who is it?" asked Harry carefully.

"A young lady with the name Laura Fudge," said Gidi.

Harry nodded. "Send her in," he said. He was curious what the daughter of the esteemed Minister wanted.

Gidi plopped away and within minutes she appeared in the dining hall, closely followed by Laura Fudge. Her long blond hair was waving behind the girl when she firmly walked towards Harry, uneasy looking at all the girls sitting on tables playing card.

Harry smiled, but kept sitting on his chair. This will be very interesting, he thought.

"Harry," said Laura.

"Laura," replied Harry pleasantly.

"I'm here because my father is too incompetent to discuss anything with you. I am here to know when our wedding will be held," she said.

Harry waved over the tables. "Why don't you join the club," he answered with a grin. "They have the same question, but they decided to play Poker, and those with the most points marry the first," he said.

Laura looked astonished to the group of card playing girls. "They are playing ... Poker?"

Harry nodded affirmative and smiled sweetly. "Go to Pansy and she will place you at a table and you can play Poker."

Laura Fudge nodded enthusiastically and walked to Pansy, and Harry raised his eyebrows. That was indeed short ... and no firework at all! He watched her walking towards Pansy, and he was aware of her swaying arse. She is doing that on purpose, he thought, and he groaned, because he felt himself stirring.

"I win!" exclaimed Fleur. "I'm going to eat him tonight!"

All kind of girls were protesting and Hermione was looking flustered and frustrated.

"Not on my life!" she screamed. "I have a straight here!" and Hermione threw her five cards on the table. Her cards were ace, two, three, four and five in hearts.

All girls around the table were looking at the cards on the table in astonishment.

"I raise the bet with one point," said Daphne Greengrass calmly.

"You're bluffing," yelled Hermione hotly.

"I'm not," Daphne sneered.

Hermione looked deflated. "Let me see," she said.

"I raise the bet with five points," Marietta Edgecombe said calmly.

"I pass," said Hermione, looking frustrated to her cards on the table. She was too fast, and now those Slytherins were trying to let her loose her points. She sat back down on her chair, utterly depressed.

"Good, I accept and I want to see what you have," said Daphne Greengrass.

Marietta Edgecombe smirked and laid her cards on the table. "I have a straight flush in hearts," she said satisfied.

"I raise the bet with five points," said Daphne Greengrass.

"I accept," said Marietta. "Let me see what you have."

"I have a Royal Flush," Daphne said satisfied, and smirked to the girls, who were moaning in disappointment.

Harry smiled at the excited girls and was thinking about the last message from Moody. He asked to look into the Black family vault for artifacts, and Moody send him a message about one specific artifact, which sounded very interesting. That artifact was black magic indeed, but only usable for members of the Black family. The artifact was a blue orb, ten centimeters in diameter and its powers was regeneration. The person who was using the artifact would get younger, but for a price. The price that person would pay would be in magical strength. If the person wanted to become ten years younger, the magical power would be reduced by half, if that person wanted to be twenty years younger, that person would be reduced to a squib.

That was a very interesting artifact, and Harry was grinning. That was the most perfect solution he had with two of his slaves, the Sisters Black. Harry's grin became feral when he thought about those bitches, and he could hardly wait until they would be here in the castle tomorrow. After discovering the shit about the Goblins, Harry's mood did not approve, except that it became more poisonous. He wanted to kick some arse, and the Sisters Black were a welcome target for that with the artifact. Moody had promised to be in the castle tomorrow morning with the artifact, and Harry had written the sisters to be in the castle as well, but tomorrow afternoon.

"Master, you have new guests," the voice of Gidi behind him said.

"Please, send them in," Harry answered.

Within a minute, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet and Patricia Stimpson entered the room. Ah, Harry thought. My three new fiancées and he grimaced. Harry wondered how many fiancées and slaves he was going to get more with a new round of negotiations with the Goblins.

The three girls approached him and Harry tried to smile pleasantly.

"I have a straight flush with 5, 4, 3, 2 and an ace of spades," yelled Luna. "I win!"

"No way - you bitch," screamed Parvati. "I have a straight flush of heart!" He is mine!"

"You're a cheater!" roared Luna, and threw her cards on the floor in an unexpected show of temper, which was so uncharacteristic for a character like her.

Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet and Patricia Stimpson were looking dumbstruck at the card playing girls, and especially at the fuming Luna.

"What is that?" asked a shocked Angelina Johnson.

"They are playing who is going to marry me first," smirked Harry. "If you are here for the same purpose, I advice you to join them ... talk with Pansy," he said and waved them to Pansy.

The three girls were looking confused at him.

Harry stood up from his chair and addressed the three girls.

"Are you here to know when you get married?" Harry said.

"We are your fiancées," said Alicia hurt. "Why are you treating us like this, Harry?"

"Because I have already too many fiancées as you see," he answered, waving around him. "Do you see all these girls playing card? Those are my fiancées as well." Harry felt bad how he dealt with the three girls, but what can he do in its place? It was not a good idea to welcome these three girls, but not the rest.

"Please," Harry almost pleaded. "Be with me and join the girls and find out when you are getting married. We will talk later more in private, alright?"

The three girls were glaring at Harry for some moments, and Angelina broke the ice.

"Well, Harry. I would love to play Poker like the twins always do. Where is Pansy?" she asked.

Harry pointed to the table near the door. "There she is cheating," Harry said, and smirked.

The three girls turned immediately and walked to Pansy, clearly irritated.

"Bloody hell," whispered Harry. "They are going to kill me!"

"Two pair, nines and sevens," said Pertine Zabini.

"Pass," murmured Adore Greengrass.

"I raise with five," said Hermione with a straight face.

"I pass as well," mumbled Theresa Crabbe.

"I want to see what you have," said Virgina Crabbe.

"I want to see too," said Padma Patil excitedly.

"Alright," answered Hermione. "I have a Three of a Kind, three eights and an ace kicker."

"What does she mean?" asked Pertine Zabini confused.

"That means that I have three eights and one ace, stupid," shouted Hermione hotly.

Pertine narrowed her eyes. "I think that you had your time, your bloody owl. I have a heart flush, so take that!" she screamed the last part in Hermione's face.

Hermione stood abruptly up and threw violently her cards on the table.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahchhhhhhhhhh" she screamed and left the dining room and Pertine Zabini was grinning.

"Not so fast, Pertine," said Virgina Crabbe firmly. "I have Kings Full!"

Pertine Zabini looked confused and Virgina Crabbe rolled her eyes. "That means three kings and I have one pair, two threes."

Pertine Zabini slummed back on her chair and looked depressed, while Virgina Crabbe was jumping on her feet. "I'm in the finale!" she exclaimed with glee and she looked how the other tables were doing.

"Alright everybody," yelled Pansy several minutes later. "I have four winners, and they will play now their final round. " She looked briefly at Su, and then turned back to her audience. "For those who registered to volunteer ... there is a list and they need to have their final round played as well," she yelled.

"Volunteer for what?" asked Harry mystified.

Everyone looked at Harry, and many girls were smirking.

"Su, why do they volunteer?" Harry asked again.

"Well, dear, to sleep with you tonight, of course" she said simply.

Harry's eye went wide. "Sleep with me?" Harry was stunned. "How ... I mean ... uhm ... how many?"

"Four volunteers and your wives, dear," Su answered.

Harry looked at Thea, who shrugged.

"Bloody hell," he said.

"Quiet now," said Su, and looked pleased at Pansy.

Pansy was looking pointedly at Harry, who grimaced. "Continue as you are, Pansy," he said, feeling his face heating up.

"Alright, listen up. Here are the rules," Pansy said, standing on the table. Everyone became quiet and listened intently.

"Only two tables are playing, one after the other, and each table plays only one round," she announced.

"At the first table ... our six volunteers," Pansy said with a laugh at Harry. "Those volunteers are ... Lavender Brown, Susan Bones, Luna Lovegood, Laura Fudge, Cho Chang and ... Fleur Delacour. Those six ladies are going to play and the first four are sleeping with Harry tonight. The winner of this round will first come to Harry, followed by the second highest and so on, and his wives are the last."

She smirked to the girls.

"The second table plays when the first one is done. They are playing for the highest score. Every point scored in this round counts for five points. The winner is the one who marries Harry first. Any questions?" asked Pansy.

"Yeah, who are they?" asked Harry.

"Fleur Delacour, Luna Lovegood, Angelina Johnson and Laura Fudge are the ones who play the second table.

"Well, ladies, let's play for the volunteers," Pansy yelled.

Lavender, Susan, Luna, Laura, Cho and Fleur walked to the new table in the middle of the dining room and sat down.

"I am dealer here," said Pansy, pulling a chair to the table. "We play until the showdown, and the winner is the one with the best combination. You may gamble with the hundred points everyone gets at the beginning. Does anyone have any questions?" she asked, looking to the six girls.

Nobody had any questions.

Pansy took the pile with cards and gave each five cards. All girls were looking intently at their cards.

"Alright, Lavender, you begin," said Pansy with a grin.

"I pass," she said. "I don't need any card," and she looked to Susan.

Susan frowned and looked unsure at Pansy. "Give me three new ones," she said hoarsely, and she three cards on the table. Pansy handed her three new cards from the pile, Susan took them in her hands and studied them; and then she smiled.

Luna looked unhappy at her cards. "I pass as well."

Laura smirked. "I'm going to sleep tonight with the stud," she said. "I pass too."

Cho was less sure. "One card, Pansy."

Cho and Pansy exchanged a card, and Cho smiled.

Fleur was beaming. "Pass as well," she said.

"Lavender, what are you going to do?" asked Pansy. "Are you out of not?"

"No way," Lavender said. "I place fifty points."

"Susan?" Pansy asked, looking with raised eyebrows to the girl.

"I want to see what you have," Susan said. "That means that you place your fifty against Lavender's," commented Pansy with a grin.

"Luna, what do ..." began Pansy, but she was interrupted by Luna.

"I want to see what you have, Lavender. Fifty points from me too!" exclaimed Luna.

Laura smirked. "I raise the whole thing with hundred, everything I have."

Cho eyebrows went up. "Well, I don't have any choice, me too. I mean I want to see what Laura has."

Pansy looked annoyed at Laura. "Alright, girls, it seems that we have somebody here between us, who has no patience. We continue with the showdown, unless anyone of you wants to pull out?"

Nobody wanted to pullout, because there was nothing to loose.

"Alright, Laura, you go ..." Pansy was rudely interrupted by Alicia Spinnet.

"Oh give them hundred points more to play with, Pansy. That is much more fun," said Alicia.

Pansy looked briefly at Alicia, and then turned to the six girls. "That's a good idea. You all have hundred points available from now on," she said.

All six girls smirked.

"Alright, let's see if you can beat this one. I have queens full of fives," she said. She laid three queen of hearts, queen of diamonds, queen of clubs, five of spades and five of hearts on the table and leaned back in her chair, looking at Fleur.

Lavender dropped her cards on the table. "Shit!" she exclaimed.

"Fifty points," said Luna with a straight face.

"What fifty points?" asked Laura confused.

"I raise my bet with fifty points," Luna said.

Laura was looking intently at Luna.

"You can accept the bet, Laura, then you need to place fifty points as well, or you pass, or you place more points then Luna's fifty," commented Pansy.

"Hundred," said Fleur.

Pansy sighed. "Again!" she exclaimed. "Who wants to pass?"

Nobody wanted to pass.

"Alright, the highest combination then," Pansy said with a groan. "Fleur, you go first, and you, Lavender are out."

Lavender looked depressed, but followed the game anyhow.

"I have kings full," Fleur said with a smile. "I have king of spadse, king of clubs, king of hearts, three of diamonds and three of clubs." She dropped the cards open on the table.

Cho smirked and she dropped her cards on the table. "I have nothing then only an ace of club," she said. I'm out."

"Alright, now it is only Luna and Susan," said Pansy excited. "Let's see what they have."

"I raise my bet," said Luna.

Pansy frowned. "You can't raise your bet anymore, Luna. You placed all your two hundred points in your bet."

"No, I raise it ... I give Harry a penis massage," she said.

Harry smirked. Great, penis massage ... then he frowned. What is exactly a penis massage?

Pansy's mouth dropped open and nobody said a word for the first seconds, and Susan laughed.

"I want to see what you have, because I offer the same," Susan said laughing.

"A penis massage?" asked Harry puzzled. "What the hell is a ..."

"Shut it, Harry," said Pansy. "Let the girls play."

Harry huffed, but was quiet.

"Alright," Luna said slowly.

She dropped seven of heart on the table, and she looked at Susan.

"Well, you have four more cards in your hands, Luna," Susan smirked.

Then Luna dropped the six of heart, five of heart and the four of heart on the table, next to her already seven of heart card, and she looked at Susan questionably.

"Ye-es, Luna? What is your last card?" she smirked.

Luna was staring at Susan, but said nothing. She held her last card firmly in her hand, and nobody could see what the last card was.

"Luna, give that damned card," Pansy said fiercely.

But Luna did not move.

"Are you waiting for something, Luna?" asked Susan, now a bit unsure.

"I think she is bluffing, Fleur said. "It is almost impossible that her last card is a three of heart."

Susan looked at Luna, but said further nothing ... the temperature in the dining hall went some degrees up, and nobody said anything ... all were waiting for Luna to do something.

Susan opened her mouth to say something, but at that moment Luna released the last card.

"Seven of diamond!" yelled Pansy unbelievingly.

Susan smiled widely, and dropped her cards. She had a straight flush of clubs.

"Well, we have the four winners for tonight," Pansy said. "Last is Cho Chang with her ace of club, then we have Fleur with her kings full, then we have Laura Fudge with her queens full of fives, and then we have Susan with her flush of clubs."

Everyone screamed and laughed and Pansy held up her hands, because she was not finished.

"Tonight when Harry goes to bed, we have first Susan who visits him. When she is finished, then Laura can go ... then Fleur and then Cho. All girls can stay with Harry only for thirty minutes, not longer. When Cho is finished, Su and Thea can come to Harry and stay there for the night, because they are married with him," said Pansy.

Harry smiled happily. Tonight it was action!

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At the same moment that Harry was smiling happily in anticipation of the evening with his fiancées and wives, a very disgruntled Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was standing next to the clerk from the Ministry of Magic, and he did not feel happy. He felt like he swallowed a sour lemon, and if he could listen to his stomach, it felt like it, because it was upset.

How things could get so wrong, after all what he did for the magical world for so many years and especially for the young Potter brat. He did not deserve this treatment, he deserved something much better then that. The magical community in England supposed to erect a statue about him, name streets after him, or give him another Order of Merlin. He was not for nothing being called the Greatest Wizard alive!

All those troubles were caused by one specific spoiled little brat with the name of Harry James Potter. He was the ungrateful little brat, who did not listen to his wise advice and experience, and refused to let him being guided by the Greatest Wizard of all times, greater then Merlin even, and definitely greater then Voldemort, the so called Dark Wizard.

Dumbledore was already planning his comeback and the showdown with the Potter boy. At first, he had planned to push the boy simply away and get him back under his own wings, but now things had changed. He wanted revenge, and he would show that brat what would happen when you would annoy a serious powerful wizard like him self. He really did not want to damage the boy, but with all the things going on, he was not so sure anymore about that.

When you look to the current situation, he truly wanted to hurt that little upstanding brat, and for the first time in his life he started to dislike a person other then Grindelwald. That was the person he loathed for so many years before he could defeat the Dark Lord, but after the many things happened to him these last days, he was starting to loath the boy even more.

Now he was in a situation, he could not manipulate himself out of it. He was forced to marry Millicent Bulstrode. The Baron Bulstrode, her father, forced his hands and changed the date of the marriage. That was another sign on the wall of his losing influence in the Ministry because of that damned little brat of a Potter. The Baron stepped to Cornelius Fudge with the demand to change the wedding date for today, and the Minister of Magic laughed when he heard what the Baron demanded, and he immediately agreed with the change. The Minister even agreed to send the same clerk who married the Su Li and Thea Zabini with Potter! What an insult that was. When Fudge saw his face, he was laughing out loudly.

Dumbledore swore at himself that he would get back at Fudge. He would let that little filthy Minister suffer for what he did to him and his fun on his account. Thinking about that pitiful excuse of a minister did not improve the mood of Dumbledore, and he was standing disgruntled and displeased in front of the damned smiling clerk.

At his back was his smirking future father in law waiting with his wailing wife, the Baron and Baroness Bulstrode. That man was really a pain in the arse, because the Baron was smirking from the moment that they had arrived at the castle of the Baron. Instead of offering him a nice glass of his excellent port, the Baron almost dragged him to the ballroom, where the clerk was waiting in full anticipation of the things to come. Dumbledore was very displeased and looking gloomy.

Where was that cow? Why was it that women always took an enormous time to get ready for something as simple as a wedding? Women were inferior creatures, which need a real man to keep them under control, and it was clear to Dumbledore that the Baron here had no real control over his daughter. Why was it that Dumbledore here was waiting for almost twenty minutes before that cow would arrive?

Dumbledore was looking at his witnesses, which were supplied by the Baron. He was suspecting that the man, who suppose to act like his best man was a Death Eater. The man was clearly drunk, and for once, Dumbledore must agree with him. If he had known what would happen, Dumbledore would have emptied a bottle of port himself before coming to this damned castle.

Suddenly he realized that the music in the background was changed. That was the Bridal March, and he looked expectantly up to the door of the ballroom. The ballroom was reasonable large and looked not bad. It was clear to him to see that the ballroom had not been used for many years, because who ever cleaned the ballroom didn't do a good job.

The doors of the ballroom slammed open and there something large, round and blinding white was stomping into the ballroom. Dumbledore heard the clerk of the Ministry gasping. Millicent Bulstrode was making her entrance by clumping heavily over the wooden floor. She was wearing a huge dress in the form of a ball. The plump girl looked even larger then ever with that outdated white dress. The upper part of the dress was really nice and beautiful; except that Millicent was too fat for that dress ... and it looked like that the material of the dress would burst into pieces at every moment ... when that girl would breath too deeply, for sure something dreadful would happen with the dress.

The bottom part of the dress suppose to fall like a white waterfall of silk and other expensive materials with small little pearls, except that it looked like a blown up balloon on the poor girl. Millicent's face was shining of happiness, and her thick fat lips were wet of ... did she eat before she came in? Yes, Dumbledore saw pieces of chicken sticking against her chin, and he felt himself become actually sick ... he almost wanted to throw up in disgust. Oh, that Potter brat would burn in hell for this.

Millicent was being followed by six little elves that were helping the plump girl walking up straight. Oh Merlin, it looked like that the girl was half drunk as well. Immediately Baron Bulstrode stood up and he looked proudly to his little girl. Her mother was wailing even more, and she was busy drying her crocodile tears from her fat face. The Baron walked towards his only daughter to meet her half way, like the customs of the purebloods subscribed.

He grabbed her arm and helped her to keep straight and walked her up to the isle in the middle of the ballroom, where Dumbledore, his best man, and the clerk of the Ministry were waiting. The Baron smirked ... if Dumbledore would know that the best man was a Death Eater, the old wizard would faint. Another thing what Dumbledore did not know was that there was another witness to this marriage ... the witness was nobody else then the Dark Lord him self, who did not want to miss this marriage for no money in the world. His Dark Lord was hidden very well, and he could see every detail; it was impossible that the Dark Lord would be discovered by anyone, because this castle had many secrets hidden.

The next good thing of everything was that every aspect of the wedding and the wedding night would be recorded. Well, wedding night ... according the ancient pureblood customs, the marriage supposed to be consumed directly after the ceremony and by Merlin Dumbledore would consume the marriage with his only daughter. The Dark Lord insisted to be a witness of that scene as well, and the Baron grimaced. When the Dark Lord heard what preparations the Baron had made for the wedding night, the Dark Lord was very pleased with the Baron. He was even rewarded with some additional little girls and boys for consumption after the ceremony.

The Baron himself was not able to get his Willie up for so many years, but he had an extreme pleasure of getting massages by little boys and girls dressed in funny cloths in a hot mud bath. The Baron smirked and looked forward of the things to come very soon.

He and his daughter arrived at the island and the Baron looked intently at the old farce of a light wizard, who would soon be married with his only daughter and become his son in law. He might be some years older then him self, but it was better then nothing, and the Baron really did care for his little daughter. He knew that there was not one single man in the world who would voluntarily marry his daughter, so he was satisfied with the current arrangements.

"Marriage is a holy bond, with obligations and responsibilities beyond those of any other duty. It is a also a journey of highs and lows ... much like how you two got here, that with luck, may take you centuries further along that road, and beyond. In all of my years as Ministry Official in charge of marriages, I can remember all of the couples I married," the clerk said formally, looking at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore noticed that the clerk refused to look at Millicent, and Dumbledore winced. It was indeed not a pretty sight to behold, but that is not a reason to be unprofessional about it.

"There is nothing that I can say, that they themselves can not, Mr. Dumbledore?"

The faintest hint of a sickening smell permeated the air, as the small hairs on the necks of the fiancés began to prickle. Time stopped, and somewhere far away, a cow farting.

Dumbledore winced, but said nothing.

The clerk, Mr. Bardoes and all the present persons in the ballroom gasped as a sharp wind ruffled the skirts and gowns and a bubble of power pushed everyone back from Dumbledore and Millicent ... the candles in the ballroom flickered.

Mr. Bardoes chuckled softly. "Excellent, excellent. Now Mr. Dumbledore ... do you, Mr. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, take Millicent Bulstrode as your wife, to protect her above all others, to honor her above all others and to love above all others, in happiness and sadness, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

Dumbledore paused for a second. "I do," he murmured.

"I beg you pardon," asked the clerk hesitatingly.

"I do," repeated Dumbledore disgruntled.

The clerk's eyebrows went up and he the expression on his face changed somewhat.

"Millicent Bulstrode, do you take Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore as your husband, to protect him above all others, to honor him above all others and to love above all others, in happiness and sadness, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," Millicent screamed, and the sound of a large fart traveled through the large ballroom.

Mr. Bardoes looked slightly sick, the Baron started to look impatient and his wife fainted. Dumbledore's witness looked green and was making gagging noises ... any moment he would throw up and get sick in the Baron's ballroom.

"The rings," hissed the Baron to the witness, and the man looked miserably ... he realized what the Baron wanted and he was holding up the two rings in his hands.

"Mr. Dumbledore, please take the ring and repeat the following. With this ring, this symbol of our bond, I bind my magic to yours."

Everyone was trying to ignore the smell of rotten eggs as Dumbledore snapped the ring from his witness and slid it on Millicent's ring finger. "With this ring ... this symbol of our bond, I bind my magic to yours." The fingers of his left hand intertwined with hers as Mr. Bardoes nodded and looked wincing to Millicent.

"Millicent, please do the same," Mr. Bardoes said.

Millicent grabbed the ring from the witness and slid it on Dumbledore's left ring finger; her voice was rough and choked up as she yelled, "With this ring, the symbol of our bond ... I bind my magic to yours." she said, fluttering his eyelashes.

A sudden crackling circle of sickening greenish light snapped between each other, quickly growing into a bubble with Dumbledore and Millicent in the center. Mr. Bardoes and the otherss were knocked back another step before the bubble collapsed with the almost-newlyweds standing stock still, baffled and in Dumbledore's case totally shocked.

"Very, well then," Mr. Bardoes pronounced loudly, "I hereby declare you husband and wife," he announced proudly. "You may kiss the bride."

Dumbledore looked shocked at the clerk. What did he say? Kiss the bride? That disgusting piece of cow in front of him ... Dumbledore felt dizzy ... he truly did not feel well, and his stomach became even more upset.

Millicent held out her face to be kissed, her fat lips sticking out ... ready to receive her first kiss in her life by a man ... even that the man was a little bit older then she had ever dreamed about, but who was she to complain. Her husband ... she was married and a feeling of jubilance streamed through her being and she giggled coquettishly.

Dumbledore looked green and sick, and was on the point to get sick, so the Baron moved towards the newly wed couple, grabbed the head of Dumbledore and forced his face against his daughter, the newly Mrs. Dumbledore.

Millicent did not lose time, when she felt the face pressed against hers, she kissed the old man, and Dumbledore immediately became sick ... he threw up against Millicent, who was splattered with his vomit.

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A very disgusted Dumbledore was sitting on the edge of the huge bed in the bedroom, which was located next to the ballroom. According the Baron, this bedroom was being used by all newly wedded Bulstrode family members for many generations, and this bedroom would do perfect to consummate the marriage between him and his daughter. After the scene of him getting sick on his daughter, the Baron did not look pleased anymore.

But Dumbledore was not pleased either, because now he needed to consummate the marriage between the most disgusted creature, which was tragically his wife. If Dumbledore's forefathers would see what was happening, they would all turn in their graves. For one thing he was happy ... well ... for several things, actually. There were no witnesses who could watch how he would consummate the marriage, and the other thing was the rack the Baron had mentioned before. He didn't need to touch the cow, and then only sticking his member in her opening and that was it.

The Baron was so gracious to supply him some literature of nice and good looking women, so he had not much of trouble to get his member erected and do his duty as a newly wedded man, and he grimaced. And as usual, he was waiting for the fat cow to show up.

The door opened and Millicent came into the bedroom, still looking slightly put out because of him becoming sick and covering her in his sickness. She smiled weakly and strode towards the bed ... she was not wearing much, and Dumbledore became aware that she was only wearing a large sheet. Her naked fat legs were sticking out of the sheet, and the sounds of her naked flat feet were ... well haunting?

Millicent let herself drop on her bed. She removed the sheet and lay down on her back, all the time staring at the sealing and expecting something. Dumbledore glanced briefly over her body ... her fat belly was the most visible part of her body, next to the fat rolls and the pale color of her skin, and Dumbledore looked quickly somewhere else. The door opened again, and two elves entered the room. They came to the bed, and between them a metal rack floated in the air, which was closed at the top, except a small opening in the middle of the rack. The levitated the rack high into the air and let it float slowly over Millicent ... and dropped it over the naked girl. Then the elves looked questionable at Dumbledore.

"Do you need any help in climbing on the rack, Mr. Dumbledore?" asked one little elf.

Dumbledore looked hesitating at the rack and wondered where his promised book was with images of attractive women.

"Where is my book?" asked Dumbledore.

"What book?" asked Millicent disgruntled. "You don't need a book, I'm here and that is enough, not?"

Dumbledore winced and looked demanding at the elves.

"Yes, Mr. Dumbledore," answered the elf, and pointed his finger to the rack. A large book appeared on the rack, and Dumbledore looked somewhat relieved.

"We are Baron's personal elves, and we know what needs to be done, Mr. Dumbledore," said the other elf. He pointed his finger to Dumbledore and he felt his trousers being undone and dropped to his knees. Before Dumbledore could say anything, he felt himself levitated in the air and floating above the rack. The elves let him land softly on the rack ... it groaned because of the additional weight of Dumbledore, but otherwise it held his weight. Dumbledore could not see Millicent anymore, because the rack was not transparent, but he felt his member sticking though the opening in the rack.

"Now you need to look into the book," said the elf, "because you need to do your duty now."

Dumbledore was staring at the book. Moving images of young naked women were staring at him ... swinging their hips and showing him their naked treasures and Dumbledore groaned.

One of the elves pointed his finger to the bed, and the rack lowered it self ... suddenly Dumbledore felt something ... something sticky pressing against his member ... and he realized what it was and became almost sick again.

He truly tried to do his best, and Dumbledore needed all his concentration and occlumency exercises not to get sick, and find a way to get an erection, but after trying for thirty minutes he still was not able to get an erection. He heard Millicent cursing beneath him, and that also did not help him to get an erection and he sighed.

One of the elves came into his view and it looked truly put out.

"Mr. Dumbledore needs a little help?" asked the elf.

How could the elf help him? Wondered Dumbledore frustrated.

The elf pointed his fingers to Dumbledore's crotch and a yellowish beam of magical energy traveled quickly to his member, which immediately stirred and became erected. Dumbledore felt his member penetrating something sticky and soft and realized in despair what it was, and he started to scream in horror. Thank Merlin he could not see what was happening beneath him, but judging on the sounds, it was Millicent who was groaning and murmuring all kind of strange sounds.

The elves pointed their fingers on Millicent and the bed started to make up- and downward movements to help the fat girl and the almost sick Dumbledore with their marriage duties. Dumbledore, who was laying on the rack, held himself tightly on the rack, otherwise he might roll of the rack and the sight which would welcome him then made him hold on more tightly. The movements of the bed made Dumbledore seasick and he felt dizzy ... he needed to throw up again and he let his sickness spatter on the rack ... he heard the enraged screams of Millicent beneath him, and that sound made him feel better.

He felt his erection firmly embedded in Millicent beneath him, and Dumbledore tried to concentrate himself on the images of the book, but in all his power was not able to keep his concentration. The groaning sound of the girl beneath the rack was being replaced by the sounds of farts and the smell of rotten eggs and much more was very noticeable. One of the elves was spraying perfume into the air ... trying to clear the air of the disgusting smells of the farting girl beneath him.

Dumbledore felt a long forgotten feeling of warmth in his crotch welling up, and he knew that the torture was very soon over. The warmth spread into this member and he felt himself exploding into ... something beneath him ... and he heard the squealing of Millicent and knew that she felt it too, and he could not help to throw up more ... he was so sick.

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Dumbledore exited the bedroom as fast as he could and halted in front of the Baron, who was looking questionable at Dumbledore with his eyebrows raised. Dumbledore held up his hands and looked positively relieved.

The Baron looked at the elves, who accompanied Dumbledore and they nodded. The face of the Baron cleared up and he grabbed the shoulders of Dumbledore.

"My dear Dumbledore, my ... son ... welcome to the family and Dumbledore winced. The Baron held out a package for Dumbledore.

"What is it?" asked Dumbledore.

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A/N: Beta reader for this chapter is Dave