Categories > Books > Harry Potter > The Heritage
Chapter 43
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...
?Blocked
The Heritage - Chapter 43
________________________________________
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
"Of course, your Highness," Harry said. "Hermione, can you be so sweet to enlighten the Prince?"
Hermione nodded enthusiastically and looked questionable at the prince.
"No, of course I don't mind," answered the Prince, looking pleasantly at Hermione.
"Well, what do you know about the Magical world, your Highness?" asked Hermione in her academically mode.
"Well, I think I know the highlights and here and there some details, but where I am more interested in is Lord-Baron Potter and what happened to him. From what I know about him is that he defeated Voldemort, a very evil wizard sixteen years back. Since then he disappeared from the news until six years ago, when he showed up at the wizard's school with the name Hogwarts. That is all I know about the Lord-Baron."
________________________________________
Hermione looked surprised at the Prince.
He laughed. "Do you really think that we don't follow the main news in the wizarding world, Ms. Granger?"
Hermione looked somewhat uneasy. "Well, let's start with Harry then," she said. "The Potters are a very old family, going back until Zachary Potter and Winifred Slytherin in about the year thousand AD. His family tree continued, but in Italy. As you know, every family has a Head of Family and of course the same with the Potters. But since the last centuries, the Family Potter did not have a Head of Family. The reason for that was because of the heritages the Head of Family would deal with. Those heritages are terrible, as Harry is learning recently.
He got a letter a little more then a week ago from Gringotts, the Goblin wizarding bank, which contained an invitation. Harry did not know better then to accept the invitation, and he became Head of the family Potter. But that was not all. He also became Head of the families of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Black, Bones, Zabini, Evans and Malfoy. And with all the heritages of those families, there came women and slaves in the form of magical contracts and arranged marriages, and a certain number of seats in the Wizengamot, the wizarding parliament. "
Hermione breathed deeply, and looked at the Prince questionable.
"How many wives does the Lord-Baron have?" asked the Prince curious.
"Well, he has only two wives, fourteen fiancées and twenty slaves," Hermione said calmly.
The Prince was looking intently at Hermione.
"Are you joking, Ms. Granger?" he asked.
"No, Your highness, I am not joking," Hermione answered, looking the Prince straight in the eyes.
"Bite my bullet," said the Prince shocked. "By Jove, how is that possible?"
Somebody snorted, and the Prince looked up, straight at the guilty soldier ... Colonel George Burleys.
"Do you hear that, Colonel?" asked the Prince.
"Yes, Sir," answered the Colonel.
The Prince looked at Harry, who was talking to Major Asters, then at Hermione.
"Ms. Granger, I never heard something like this in the British history," he said. He looked thoughtfully for some moments. "Is the Lord-Baron alright?" he asked.
"Yes, of what I can see, Harry is alright," she said. "He is strong, and he is able to cope with it. And that is not all," Hermione said.
"Not all?" said the flabbergasted Prince. "By Jove, please do tell."
"He does not like slaves," Hermione continued. "So, with his power in the Wizengamot, he managed to change the Law about Slavery in a way, that he is able to free the slaves."
"Ah, great," agreed the Prince.
"Yes, well ... the change is not ideal, but he is able to free the slaves ... by marrying them."
The eyes of the Prince widened. "Marry ... them?" His mouth dropped open and Hermione had trouble to keep her self under control, otherwise she would laugh.
"Yes, Your Highness," marry them, otherwise they would not be able to get free. The change in the law says that a slave can only be freed, when she marries a wizard, and that is what he is going to do."
"That means ... thirty six women?" exclaimed the Prince loudly, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets. Even the soldiers in the Foyer were staring at Hermione, then at Harry. Harry, who heard the exclamation of the Prince, grimaced.
"Yes, Your Highness, there are still thirty two weddings waiting for me," he said sheepishly.
"Thirty two weddings," repeated the Prince stunned.
"Bite my bullet. Why must the Lord-Baron marry so many women?" asked Colonel Burleys.
"That is something, which is connected with magic," answered Hermione, looking thoughtfully. Bite his bullet she wondered?
The expression on the Colonel face did not change.
"Why is that, Ms. Granger?" asked the Prince curious.
"Magic is something very powerful," Hermione began. "A magical contract works like a muggle contract. When one of the parties breaks the agreement, which is defined in the contract, the other party can go to court. With a magical contract it is almost the same, except that when one of the sides breaks the contract, the magic detects it, and punishes that side. Punishment can be something light, or punishment can also be death," Hermione said somberly.
"In Harry's case, when he would refuse to marry a girl from an arranged marriage, he might lose his magic, or he might lose his manhood or life; nobody knows for sure what the punishment would be, but the punishment would be harsh and there is no escaping possible."
"Bite my bullet ... that stinks," said the Colonel softly, but loud enough to be heard by the Prince and Hermione.
"What does he mean with biting the bullet?" whispered Hermione to the Prince.
"He has some issues back from the last war," the Prince whispered back with a sad smile on his face. "Everyone has his own wounds, some of them physical, others mental, but wounds are painful."
"I want to know about the Goblins, Ms. Granger. Can you tell me what actually happened?" asked the prince, changing the subject from his Colonel to the business at hand.
"You know what the Goblins are, Your Highness?" asked Hermione.
The Prince nodded.
"Well, they tried to control Harry in a way that he would do exactly as they wanted him to act. When Harry discovered that fact, he started to use Muggles to threaten the Goblins, and the Goblins were terrified!"
The Prince looked ominous. "And they are right," said the Prince slowly. "Why do the Goblins want to control Harry? What is their agenda?"
Hermione paused for a moment and sighed. "Nobody knows the agenda of the Goblins, Your Highness. It might be that they want to take over the Magical World, or some other reason.
"I assume Lord-Baron threatened the Goblins with destruction with the help of our rockets. But who can guarantee that the Goblins do not control him anymore, or that they try to attack the Lord-Baron?" the Prince asked.
"After a short confrontation, Harry signed a magical contract, which protects him and the Goblins from attacking each other, and to help Harry with the fight against Voldemort," answered Hermione.
"Yes, Voldemort," the Prince said thoughtfully. "And I assume that when a party would break the contract, which something terrible will happen with that said party?"
"Yes, Your Highness," said Hermione.
"But like in the Muggle world, there are always ways to circumvent contracts. Did you and the Lord-Baron think about ways how such contract could be circumvented?" the Prince asked.
"We tried, Your Highness, but it is hard to come up with possible scenarios."
"Does that mean that we, as Muggles, are also bound to that contract," asked the Prince.
"No, Your Highness, you and the Muggles are not bound to that contract," said Hermione with a smile.
The Prince looked thoughtfully, and suddenly he looked up with a smile on his face.
"Well, that is excellent; I think we have something we can work out. But for this I need to talk with the Queen," said the Prince.
"Tell me, Ms. Granger. How is it possible that Voldemort is back? I thought that he was destroyed by the Lord-Baron when he was one year old?" the Prince asked.
Hermione sighed. "What do you know about Voldemort really, Your Highness?"
"Not much details, I'm afraid, Ms. Granger. Why don't you enlighten me?"
"Well, the real name of Voldemort is Tom Riddle, and he was born in 1927 in Little Hangleton. His mother died during birth, and Riddle was raised in an orphanage. In 1938 he was accepted at Hogwarts, which he finished in 1945. In about 1970 he started to operate under the name of Voldemort, started to gather followers and gaining power. Those time his terror campaign started with disappearances, deaths, torture, terror and atrocities in both the wizarding and Muggle worlds.
In October 31, 1981, Voldemort killed the parents of Harry and Voldemort tried to kill Harry as well. When he attempted to kill Harry, his effort rebounded and he is "ripped" from his body. His spirit, if you can call that, flees far away to wait for his Death Eaters to find and restore him.
In 1995 Voldemort managed to return in a body, and he started to regain his old power back; he stayed low and out of the attention of the Ministry and everyone else. Harry and the then Professor Dumbledore tried to tell the whole Magical World that Voldemort is back, but nobody wanted to listen. The Ministry had reasons to keep the Status Quo and told the general public that Harry and Dumbledore was mad or wanted to have misplaced publicity.
In January 1996, Voldemort managed to breakout the Death Eaters from Azkaban, the Wizarding jail, which gave Voldemort even more troops and power. In June of that year, he managed to feed Harry a false vision of his Godfather Sirius being tortured, and succeeded in luring Harry into the Department of Mysteries, where they battled each other. With the help of Dumbledore, he and Harry managed to push Voldemort away and he flew, letting behind almost all his senior Death Eaters.
"I think that is it, Your Highness," said Hermione.
The Prince looked for a moment at Hermione. "That was excellent, Ms. Granger, thank you."
Hermione blushed.
"But that was not all, Your Highness, Hermione. There is a reason why Voldemort is back, and why Dumbledore was trying to manipulate me, and why probably the Goblins are trying to do the same, and why Voldemort continuously wants me dead," said Harry, who now standing behind Hermione with one hand on her shoulder was looking at the Prince.
"Please tell me," said the Prince pleasantly and was looking at Harry expectantly.
"In the Magical world, magical contracts are very valid and when something goes wrong holding up the contract, one or both parties will be punished by the magic it self. It is like a bond between the parties and the magic, which is supervising the contract.
In July in 1980, a woman with the name of Sibyll Trelawney made a prediction to Albus Dumbledore. That prediction was the Prophecy, which was the reason why Voldemort killed my parents and tried to kill me. The night that the Prophecy was being given to Dumbledore, someone overheard the prediction as well; at least the first part ... and he brought that part back at Voldemort."
Hermione snorted. "That fake old wrench?"
"Yes, Hermione, that old hag," said Harry irritated. "Dumbledore believed her, and so did Voldemort."
"And what was that so called Prophecy?" asked Hermione.
Harry ignored Hermione's question. "The reason why Voldemort lured me to the Department of Mysteries was trying to gain access to the full Prophecy, which was stored at that department, because it was a real Prophecy," Harry said. For this - so called Prophecy - people died. My parents died, and many others as well, that Prophecy is not a joke!"
Hermione blushed somewhat ... but said nothing further.
"Do you people really belief in Prophecies?" asked the Prince.
"Oh yes, Your Highness, I truly believe in this Prophecy. It is like a Magical Contract, the Magic guards the execution of the contract, and that is real. That is the same for Prophecies, they will come true, but the catch with Prophecies is the interpretation."
Harry sighed.
"With your permission, I like to invite all my girls, fiancées and slaves into the Foyer, and tell the full Prophecy to all of you. "
The Prince nodded. "Of course, Lord-Baron, I would be delighted to be introduced to your fiancées and ... well ... the rest of the girls," he said with a smile. "Slaves are ... well ... I truly need to get used to the idea of slaves."
Harry nodded understandable, but Hermione looked thoughtfully.
"Harry," the voice of Su appeared from behind Harry. The Prince, Hermione and Harry turned and looked to Su questionably.
"What makes that Prophecy so terrible and why did Dumbledore hide the contents of the Prophecy?" asked Su.
"Well, for starters it is not possible to kill me or Voldemort," said Harry with a grimace.
Hermione grasped and the prince looked unbelievingly. Su's expression on her face did not change.
"If you would order your soldiers to kill me now, I would not die," said Harry cheekily. "Only Voldemort can kill me. And that is the same for Voldemort, only he does not know that, because he does not know the contents of the full Prophecy. And that is the reason why this Prophecy is kept so secret, because when he know that he would not be able to die, he will go on a killing spray," said Harry somberly.
"That is the reason why I never told anyone the Prophecy," finished Harry, looking to the floor.
Nobody said anything.
"When Voldemort is not being stopped, and he would discover the complete Prophecy, he would simply give up hiding somewhere, and start killing everybody until he will manage to kill me," said Harry. "He will be unstoppable, and I am not powerful enough to stop that monster."
He looked seriously at the Prince, then to Hermione and then to Su.
"If I tell you the full Prophecy, and Voldemort will catch one of you, he will use legimency to extract the full Prophecy and he will be unstoppable. That is the reason why I never told anyone the Prophecy," said Harry solemnly.
"And you want to tell us that Prophecy, Lord-Baron?" asked the Prince.
"Harry nodded. It is a risk, but a shared risk," said Harry. "I want to ask everyone present here if I can tell the Prophecy, knowing the risk. If you agree to share this risk, I tell the complete Prophecy, otherwise I tell the first party of the Prophecy, which is known by Voldemort."
It was quiet for some seconds before Hermione looked up.
"Tell us the first part of the Prophecy, Harry," said Hermione softly.
Harry looked up to the soldiers in the foyer, then at Hermione. "Alright," he said. "Here it comes."
Harry breathed deeply. Harry waved his wand around them ... he cast a silencing spell.
"What are you doing, Lord-Baron?" asked the Prince.
"I cast a silencing spell around us," answered Harry pleasantly. "That means that only we are able to hear, Your Highness."
The Prince nodded hesitatingly.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ..."
Harry looked to the shocked people and laughed softly. "This is the part of the Prophecy, which is known by Voldemort, the second part I don't tell, because of the risk we have discussed. When you decide to hear the Prophecy complete, tell me now."
The Prince looked at Harry gravely. "I presume that you are the one who is mentioned in the Prophecy, Lord-Baron?"
Harry looked at Hermione, and she nodded.
"Yes, Your Highness, it is clear that Harry is being named as the person who has the Power to ... well ... I'm not sure what that Power entrails, but he is the Chosen one," answered Hermione.
"And do you know what that Power is, Lord-Baron?" the Prince asked.
"No, Your Highness, I have no idea what that power is," answered Harry.
The Prince looked for some moments at the floor, before he looked up to Harry. "I want to know the full Prophecy, Lord-Baron."
Harry nodded.
"... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live will he other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ..."
"What does vanquish mean exactly?" asked Su. "Does vanquish mean subjugate or defeat? Does that mean that you kill him?"
"I don't know, Su. Dumbledore never explained anything to me then only telling me the Prophecy from his pensive at his office," said Harry.
"What is a pensive, Lord-baron?" asked the Prince.
"It is a device, which keeps memories, Your Highness," answered Harry.
"The Prince sighed. "I think I need to talk to the Queen, and have a follow up," he said.
The Prince looked thoughtfully for a moment. "I see what you mean with dying. If that Magic is working and all of that and it does, then it might be very true that you can't be killed. If that is the case, and that Voldemort would find out that he can't be killed, then terrible things can happen, which will end existence of everything in this world. This is the biggest threat ever encountered in history if mankind ... well ... at least for the Muggle part then," the Prince ended looking sheepishly.
The Prince held up his hand, because he saw that Hermione wanted to say something.
"One moment, Ms. Granger, please do tell me what training you have had in fighting that Voldemort figure?"
"Nothing so far, Your Highness, except for the training me and my wives are receiving from my wife here," Harry answered smiling at Su. "She is training us in Chinese Battle Magic, but this is a process, which requires time."
The Prince nodded thoughtfully and frowned.
"This is a very bed situation," said the Prince. He frowned more and looked at the floor.
"A very bad situation indeed," he murmured.
After several seconds the Prince looked up.
"How do I know if this is the truth?" asked the Prince. "I mean I like to believe you, Lord-Baron, and I am not accusing you of lying, but I need to be sure that what you said is hundred percent the truth," he said.
Su smiled mischievously. "Allow us a demonstration, Your Highness. "
The Prince frowned. "What do you mean with a demonstration?" asked the Prince.
"I will give one of your soldiers a potion, and you can ask him a question, which is extremely secret. You will see that he will answer you truthfully, because he will be given a truth potion. Then we repeat this with Harry and then you will find out if he was lying or not," answered Su calmly and looked expectantly at the Prince.
"If you would be able to demonstrate this to me, please do, Lady-Baroness Potter" he answered with a smile.
Su waved her wand and canceled the Harry's silencing spell.
"Gidi"
"Yes, Mistress," asked Gidi, who plopped next to Su.
"Please give me a truth-potion, the conventional one," she asked the little elf.
"Yes, Mistress," and Gidi plopped away.
Within seconds a small bottle and glass appeared on the salon table in front of the Prince. The Prince jumped almost from his chair in surprise. "Well, that is surprising," he murmured with a big smile.
"It is still getting used to magic and all," he said. Then the Prince looked to the Colonel.
"Colonel, please send Corporal Harper to me," he ordered.
"Yes, Sir," answered the Colonel, who waved his hand to the Corporal. The Corporal saluted and marched straight to the Prince and stood still in attention. The Corporal was a large man with blond hair and an expressionless expression on his handsome face. Muscles were very noticeable under his black uniform and the ice blue eyes were staring at the far wall of the foyer.
"Corporal, at ease," the Prince said.
The Corporal relaxed and said nothing. He was waiting for the things to come.
The Prince opened the bottle and pored some of the purple liquid in the glass. "Is this enough, Lady-Baroness Potter?"
"Yes, Your Highness, this is more then enough," Su answered with a polite smile.
"Drink it," Corporal," he ordered the Corporal.
"Yes, Sir," the Corporal answered, took the glass and drank the whole contents immediately and without hesitation.
Nothing seemed to happen and the Prince looked hesitating to Su, who only nodded to the Corporal.
"Corporal, please tell me what the access code if for the long range artillery," the Prince asked tensely.
"ARD-GT6-087 ALPHA-901," answered the Corporal immediately.
The Prince paled and looked horrorstricken at the Corporal.
"By Jove, this is a crime!" the Prince said distressed.
The Corporal winced, but the expression on his face did not change.
"That is because of the Potion, Your Highness," Harry said. There is no way that the Corporal will refuse to answer any of your questions."
The Prince looked shocked at the bottle. "If we would have this, then things would look much different," the Prince said. Then he looked at the Corporal and he nodded understandable.
"How long will he be under the influence of this truth serum?" the Prince asked.
"Twenty minutes, Your Highness," answered Su.
"Colonel, isolate Corporal Harper for thirty minutes," he ordered.
"Yes, Sir," answered the Colonel.
"Dismissed, Corporal Harper," said the Prince.
The Corporal turned and marched back at his previous position, where the Colonel was waiting with two other soldiers.
"Please, Lord-baron. Get that silencing thing up again and I want that you drink the potion now," the Prince said resolutely.
"Yes, Your Highness," Harry said, waved his wand and muttered something. He took the bottle and pored some of the purple liquid into the glass and drank it immediately.
"Tell me, Lord-Baron," began the Prince. "What is the Prophecy," he asked.
Harry answered immediately.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live will he other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ..."
The Prince answered somberly. "Yes, I was afraid that you told me the truth. I think that it is time that Her Majesty Armed Forces will be involved in this mess. I want to talk to my mother the Queen and I arrange that you, Lord-baron and the Queen will speak with each other.
________________________________________
"Narcissa, shut up," ordered Harry resolutely. He was in the guest suite, where the sisters Black were staying.
"Yes, Master," said Narcissa, looking at the floor.
"I want to know what your choice is. Do you listen to me, or are you continue to fight me," Harry said.
Narcissa did not say anything, but moved quickly to Harry, and before Harry realized what was happening, she managed to unbutton his trousers and was already busy to open it.
"Wait," breathed Harry in surprise.
Narcissa did not listen, though, and grabbed his cock in her hand through his underwear, and Harry gasped. Narcissa was a very beautiful woman, even that she was many years older then Harry, and she had definitely a sex-appeal ... some strange aura, which made men look at her in the special way.
She had large and firm breasts and she never seem to wear any bra or anything else which might help her breasts to point straight forward, and he was aware of her nipples pointing through the material of her tight robes, and her breasts were now pressed against his chest. She was not tall, but also not small; with her one meter seventy five she looked even tall compared with other women; her flat stomach and long legs promised treasures for a potential lover. Her grayish pale eyes with a tint of green in it looked straight into his eyes, her full wet and red lips half open, her little cute nose was pointing up, and her long blond hair was falling like a waterfall on her back.
He felt Narcissa's hand slip through the opening of his underwear and grabbing his cock with her bare hand, and his cock immediately stirred ... she began to stroke it and Harry moaned. That devil of a woman, she had absolutely power over his cock, and he felt it growing immediately to its full length, pulsing and pounding in her hand. With her other hand, she pulled down his trousers and she immediately took his cock in her mouth and started to suck. Both her hands went to his ass, and grabbed both arse cheeks firmly and squeezed.
"Narcissa, I don't ... I ... don't ... think ..." stammered and moaned Harry, and Narcissa gave a pull on his cock, she took out his cock and looked him straight into his face.
"I want to proof to you that I submit myself to you," she whispered huskily. Immediately she pulled on her cloths and undressed her self as fast as possible.
"Please Master," she almost begged. "Let me do this to you, and then I will swear that I serve you and be obedient to you in everything you demand from me."
Harry stared flabbergasted at Narcissa, who was now almost naked. The last piece of clothing was her while silken knickers, which she pulled off slowly and sensually, whole the time looking Harry in the eyes. Her pussy was shaven, Harry noticed, and his cock was stirring even more.
Narcissa was looking now at his cock and smiled sweetly. "I want to have this huge little Harry in my pussy," she said huskily in a high voice. "I want that you fuck me, Master. Simply fucking me would make me the happiest women in the world, because the last time I had a man was sixteen years ago." She looked almost pleadingly at Harry.
Harry shrugged and moved towards Narcissa. "Where is Bellatrix?"
"She is in the next room as log as we are busy," Narcissa answered immediately. "We talked, and she accepted my choice."
"What choice?" Harry asked confused.
"I chose to be with you, and to serve you as a slave. I don't want to be sent away to be married with an old man or a man who will abuse me as slave. I want to stay with you," Narcissa said, looking to the floor. "That is, when you want to have me?"
For several seconds Harry looked shocked at Narcissa. Who would have thought that she would switch so fast? Maybe it is a trap?
Narcissa pulled Harry to her, and helped him removing his trousers and removed his shirt in one movement ... pulling it over Harry's head. Narcissa sat on bed and pulled Harry with her. "Fuck me, Master," she said loudly and laid on her back with her legs wide and pulling Harry on her body.
Harry felt his cock pressing against her opening ... and he could not help him self by giving a trust with his hips and he felt him self immediately entering Narcissa. The tight feeling of his cock in Narcissa's pussy made him lose control and he started to trust with all his power. The hell with warnings and problems and treats, he was only fucking her and what could she do? She was a slave, and a slave could not harm the master, and he increased the tempo of their fuck.
Narcissa pulled both legs up and wrapped them around Harry's lower back, helping him with his trusts ... every time when Harry pulled back his cock in her vagina, she applied pressure to push him back in her pussy with violence, and she started the breath heavily. She felt his large cock rubbing against her clit and she felt the almost forgotten warmth appear in her abdomen, Harry knew that he could not keep him self from climaxing soon. Narcissa climaxed in an explosion of pleasure and lust and she screamed of pleasure, and Harry lost it then ... he climaxed.
Narcissa felt Harry climaxing as well, his seed was bursting in her womb and felt the warmth spreading through her underbody ... he feeling she never had before and she almost passed out because of its intensity.
Harry slowed down his tempo until he was lying quietly on top of Narcissa ... he looked Narcissa in the eyes and suddenly they were aware of something strange. Both of them were encapsulated in a greenish mist, which disappeared soon as it appeared.
Harry looked confused, but Narcissa smiled mysteriously. She knew what that meant ... she was pregnant.
________________________________________
A/N: Next chapter more with the Queen, Goblin confrontation and finishing Hogwarts organization.
________________________________________
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
"Of course, your Highness," Harry said. "Hermione, can you be so sweet to enlighten the Prince?"
Hermione nodded enthusiastically and looked questionable at the prince.
"No, of course I don't mind," answered the Prince, looking pleasantly at Hermione.
"Well, what do you know about the Magical world, your Highness?" asked Hermione in her academically mode.
"Well, I think I know the highlights and here and there some details, but where I am more interested in is Lord-Baron Potter and what happened to him. From what I know about him is that he defeated Voldemort, a very evil wizard sixteen years back. Since then he disappeared from the news until six years ago, when he showed up at the wizard's school with the name Hogwarts. That is all I know about the Lord-Baron."
________________________________________
Hermione looked surprised at the Prince.
He laughed. "Do you really think that we don't follow the main news in the wizarding world, Ms. Granger?"
Hermione looked somewhat uneasy. "Well, let's start with Harry then," she said. "The Potters are a very old family, going back until Zachary Potter and Winifred Slytherin in about the year thousand AD. His family tree continued, but in Italy. As you know, every family has a Head of Family and of course the same with the Potters. But since the last centuries, the Family Potter did not have a Head of Family. The reason for that was because of the heritages the Head of Family would deal with. Those heritages are terrible, as Harry is learning recently.
He got a letter a little more then a week ago from Gringotts, the Goblin wizarding bank, which contained an invitation. Harry did not know better then to accept the invitation, and he became Head of the family Potter. But that was not all. He also became Head of the families of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Black, Bones, Zabini, Evans and Malfoy. And with all the heritages of those families, there came women and slaves in the form of magical contracts and arranged marriages, and a certain number of seats in the Wizengamot, the wizarding parliament. "
Hermione breathed deeply, and looked at the Prince questionable.
"How many wives does the Lord-Baron have?" asked the Prince curious.
"Well, he has only two wives, fourteen fiancées and twenty slaves," Hermione said calmly.
The Prince was looking intently at Hermione.
"Are you joking, Ms. Granger?" he asked.
"No, Your highness, I am not joking," Hermione answered, looking the Prince straight in the eyes.
"Bite my bullet," said the Prince shocked. "By Jove, how is that possible?"
Somebody snorted, and the Prince looked up, straight at the guilty soldier ... Colonel George Burleys.
"Do you hear that, Colonel?" asked the Prince.
"Yes, Sir," answered the Colonel.
The Prince looked at Harry, who was talking to Major Asters, then at Hermione.
"Ms. Granger, I never heard something like this in the British history," he said. He looked thoughtfully for some moments. "Is the Lord-Baron alright?" he asked.
"Yes, of what I can see, Harry is alright," she said. "He is strong, and he is able to cope with it. And that is not all," Hermione said.
"Not all?" said the flabbergasted Prince. "By Jove, please do tell."
"He does not like slaves," Hermione continued. "So, with his power in the Wizengamot, he managed to change the Law about Slavery in a way, that he is able to free the slaves."
"Ah, great," agreed the Prince.
"Yes, well ... the change is not ideal, but he is able to free the slaves ... by marrying them."
The eyes of the Prince widened. "Marry ... them?" His mouth dropped open and Hermione had trouble to keep her self under control, otherwise she would laugh.
"Yes, Your Highness," marry them, otherwise they would not be able to get free. The change in the law says that a slave can only be freed, when she marries a wizard, and that is what he is going to do."
"That means ... thirty six women?" exclaimed the Prince loudly, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets. Even the soldiers in the Foyer were staring at Hermione, then at Harry. Harry, who heard the exclamation of the Prince, grimaced.
"Yes, Your Highness, there are still thirty two weddings waiting for me," he said sheepishly.
"Thirty two weddings," repeated the Prince stunned.
"Bite my bullet. Why must the Lord-Baron marry so many women?" asked Colonel Burleys.
"That is something, which is connected with magic," answered Hermione, looking thoughtfully. Bite his bullet she wondered?
The expression on the Colonel face did not change.
"Why is that, Ms. Granger?" asked the Prince curious.
"Magic is something very powerful," Hermione began. "A magical contract works like a muggle contract. When one of the parties breaks the agreement, which is defined in the contract, the other party can go to court. With a magical contract it is almost the same, except that when one of the sides breaks the contract, the magic detects it, and punishes that side. Punishment can be something light, or punishment can also be death," Hermione said somberly.
"In Harry's case, when he would refuse to marry a girl from an arranged marriage, he might lose his magic, or he might lose his manhood or life; nobody knows for sure what the punishment would be, but the punishment would be harsh and there is no escaping possible."
"Bite my bullet ... that stinks," said the Colonel softly, but loud enough to be heard by the Prince and Hermione.
"What does he mean with biting the bullet?" whispered Hermione to the Prince.
"He has some issues back from the last war," the Prince whispered back with a sad smile on his face. "Everyone has his own wounds, some of them physical, others mental, but wounds are painful."
"I want to know about the Goblins, Ms. Granger. Can you tell me what actually happened?" asked the prince, changing the subject from his Colonel to the business at hand.
"You know what the Goblins are, Your Highness?" asked Hermione.
The Prince nodded.
"Well, they tried to control Harry in a way that he would do exactly as they wanted him to act. When Harry discovered that fact, he started to use Muggles to threaten the Goblins, and the Goblins were terrified!"
The Prince looked ominous. "And they are right," said the Prince slowly. "Why do the Goblins want to control Harry? What is their agenda?"
Hermione paused for a moment and sighed. "Nobody knows the agenda of the Goblins, Your Highness. It might be that they want to take over the Magical World, or some other reason.
"I assume Lord-Baron threatened the Goblins with destruction with the help of our rockets. But who can guarantee that the Goblins do not control him anymore, or that they try to attack the Lord-Baron?" the Prince asked.
"After a short confrontation, Harry signed a magical contract, which protects him and the Goblins from attacking each other, and to help Harry with the fight against Voldemort," answered Hermione.
"Yes, Voldemort," the Prince said thoughtfully. "And I assume that when a party would break the contract, which something terrible will happen with that said party?"
"Yes, Your Highness," said Hermione.
"But like in the Muggle world, there are always ways to circumvent contracts. Did you and the Lord-Baron think about ways how such contract could be circumvented?" the Prince asked.
"We tried, Your Highness, but it is hard to come up with possible scenarios."
"Does that mean that we, as Muggles, are also bound to that contract," asked the Prince.
"No, Your Highness, you and the Muggles are not bound to that contract," said Hermione with a smile.
The Prince looked thoughtfully, and suddenly he looked up with a smile on his face.
"Well, that is excellent; I think we have something we can work out. But for this I need to talk with the Queen," said the Prince.
"Tell me, Ms. Granger. How is it possible that Voldemort is back? I thought that he was destroyed by the Lord-Baron when he was one year old?" the Prince asked.
Hermione sighed. "What do you know about Voldemort really, Your Highness?"
"Not much details, I'm afraid, Ms. Granger. Why don't you enlighten me?"
"Well, the real name of Voldemort is Tom Riddle, and he was born in 1927 in Little Hangleton. His mother died during birth, and Riddle was raised in an orphanage. In 1938 he was accepted at Hogwarts, which he finished in 1945. In about 1970 he started to operate under the name of Voldemort, started to gather followers and gaining power. Those time his terror campaign started with disappearances, deaths, torture, terror and atrocities in both the wizarding and Muggle worlds.
In October 31, 1981, Voldemort killed the parents of Harry and Voldemort tried to kill Harry as well. When he attempted to kill Harry, his effort rebounded and he is "ripped" from his body. His spirit, if you can call that, flees far away to wait for his Death Eaters to find and restore him.
In 1995 Voldemort managed to return in a body, and he started to regain his old power back; he stayed low and out of the attention of the Ministry and everyone else. Harry and the then Professor Dumbledore tried to tell the whole Magical World that Voldemort is back, but nobody wanted to listen. The Ministry had reasons to keep the Status Quo and told the general public that Harry and Dumbledore was mad or wanted to have misplaced publicity.
In January 1996, Voldemort managed to breakout the Death Eaters from Azkaban, the Wizarding jail, which gave Voldemort even more troops and power. In June of that year, he managed to feed Harry a false vision of his Godfather Sirius being tortured, and succeeded in luring Harry into the Department of Mysteries, where they battled each other. With the help of Dumbledore, he and Harry managed to push Voldemort away and he flew, letting behind almost all his senior Death Eaters.
"I think that is it, Your Highness," said Hermione.
The Prince looked for a moment at Hermione. "That was excellent, Ms. Granger, thank you."
Hermione blushed.
"But that was not all, Your Highness, Hermione. There is a reason why Voldemort is back, and why Dumbledore was trying to manipulate me, and why probably the Goblins are trying to do the same, and why Voldemort continuously wants me dead," said Harry, who now standing behind Hermione with one hand on her shoulder was looking at the Prince.
"Please tell me," said the Prince pleasantly and was looking at Harry expectantly.
"In the Magical world, magical contracts are very valid and when something goes wrong holding up the contract, one or both parties will be punished by the magic it self. It is like a bond between the parties and the magic, which is supervising the contract.
In July in 1980, a woman with the name of Sibyll Trelawney made a prediction to Albus Dumbledore. That prediction was the Prophecy, which was the reason why Voldemort killed my parents and tried to kill me. The night that the Prophecy was being given to Dumbledore, someone overheard the prediction as well; at least the first part ... and he brought that part back at Voldemort."
Hermione snorted. "That fake old wrench?"
"Yes, Hermione, that old hag," said Harry irritated. "Dumbledore believed her, and so did Voldemort."
"And what was that so called Prophecy?" asked Hermione.
Harry ignored Hermione's question. "The reason why Voldemort lured me to the Department of Mysteries was trying to gain access to the full Prophecy, which was stored at that department, because it was a real Prophecy," Harry said. For this - so called Prophecy - people died. My parents died, and many others as well, that Prophecy is not a joke!"
Hermione blushed somewhat ... but said nothing further.
"Do you people really belief in Prophecies?" asked the Prince.
"Oh yes, Your Highness, I truly believe in this Prophecy. It is like a Magical Contract, the Magic guards the execution of the contract, and that is real. That is the same for Prophecies, they will come true, but the catch with Prophecies is the interpretation."
Harry sighed.
"With your permission, I like to invite all my girls, fiancées and slaves into the Foyer, and tell the full Prophecy to all of you. "
The Prince nodded. "Of course, Lord-Baron, I would be delighted to be introduced to your fiancées and ... well ... the rest of the girls," he said with a smile. "Slaves are ... well ... I truly need to get used to the idea of slaves."
Harry nodded understandable, but Hermione looked thoughtfully.
"Harry," the voice of Su appeared from behind Harry. The Prince, Hermione and Harry turned and looked to Su questionably.
"What makes that Prophecy so terrible and why did Dumbledore hide the contents of the Prophecy?" asked Su.
"Well, for starters it is not possible to kill me or Voldemort," said Harry with a grimace.
Hermione grasped and the prince looked unbelievingly. Su's expression on her face did not change.
"If you would order your soldiers to kill me now, I would not die," said Harry cheekily. "Only Voldemort can kill me. And that is the same for Voldemort, only he does not know that, because he does not know the contents of the full Prophecy. And that is the reason why this Prophecy is kept so secret, because when he know that he would not be able to die, he will go on a killing spray," said Harry somberly.
"That is the reason why I never told anyone the Prophecy," finished Harry, looking to the floor.
Nobody said anything.
"When Voldemort is not being stopped, and he would discover the complete Prophecy, he would simply give up hiding somewhere, and start killing everybody until he will manage to kill me," said Harry. "He will be unstoppable, and I am not powerful enough to stop that monster."
He looked seriously at the Prince, then to Hermione and then to Su.
"If I tell you the full Prophecy, and Voldemort will catch one of you, he will use legimency to extract the full Prophecy and he will be unstoppable. That is the reason why I never told anyone the Prophecy," said Harry solemnly.
"And you want to tell us that Prophecy, Lord-Baron?" asked the Prince.
"Harry nodded. It is a risk, but a shared risk," said Harry. "I want to ask everyone present here if I can tell the Prophecy, knowing the risk. If you agree to share this risk, I tell the complete Prophecy, otherwise I tell the first party of the Prophecy, which is known by Voldemort."
It was quiet for some seconds before Hermione looked up.
"Tell us the first part of the Prophecy, Harry," said Hermione softly.
Harry looked up to the soldiers in the foyer, then at Hermione. "Alright," he said. "Here it comes."
Harry breathed deeply. Harry waved his wand around them ... he cast a silencing spell.
"What are you doing, Lord-Baron?" asked the Prince.
"I cast a silencing spell around us," answered Harry pleasantly. "That means that only we are able to hear, Your Highness."
The Prince nodded hesitatingly.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ..."
Harry looked to the shocked people and laughed softly. "This is the part of the Prophecy, which is known by Voldemort, the second part I don't tell, because of the risk we have discussed. When you decide to hear the Prophecy complete, tell me now."
The Prince looked at Harry gravely. "I presume that you are the one who is mentioned in the Prophecy, Lord-Baron?"
Harry looked at Hermione, and she nodded.
"Yes, Your Highness, it is clear that Harry is being named as the person who has the Power to ... well ... I'm not sure what that Power entrails, but he is the Chosen one," answered Hermione.
"And do you know what that Power is, Lord-Baron?" the Prince asked.
"No, Your Highness, I have no idea what that power is," answered Harry.
The Prince looked for some moments at the floor, before he looked up to Harry. "I want to know the full Prophecy, Lord-Baron."
Harry nodded.
"... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live will he other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ..."
"What does vanquish mean exactly?" asked Su. "Does vanquish mean subjugate or defeat? Does that mean that you kill him?"
"I don't know, Su. Dumbledore never explained anything to me then only telling me the Prophecy from his pensive at his office," said Harry.
"What is a pensive, Lord-baron?" asked the Prince.
"It is a device, which keeps memories, Your Highness," answered Harry.
"The Prince sighed. "I think I need to talk to the Queen, and have a follow up," he said.
The Prince looked thoughtfully for a moment. "I see what you mean with dying. If that Magic is working and all of that and it does, then it might be very true that you can't be killed. If that is the case, and that Voldemort would find out that he can't be killed, then terrible things can happen, which will end existence of everything in this world. This is the biggest threat ever encountered in history if mankind ... well ... at least for the Muggle part then," the Prince ended looking sheepishly.
The Prince held up his hand, because he saw that Hermione wanted to say something.
"One moment, Ms. Granger, please do tell me what training you have had in fighting that Voldemort figure?"
"Nothing so far, Your Highness, except for the training me and my wives are receiving from my wife here," Harry answered smiling at Su. "She is training us in Chinese Battle Magic, but this is a process, which requires time."
The Prince nodded thoughtfully and frowned.
"This is a very bed situation," said the Prince. He frowned more and looked at the floor.
"A very bad situation indeed," he murmured.
After several seconds the Prince looked up.
"How do I know if this is the truth?" asked the Prince. "I mean I like to believe you, Lord-Baron, and I am not accusing you of lying, but I need to be sure that what you said is hundred percent the truth," he said.
Su smiled mischievously. "Allow us a demonstration, Your Highness. "
The Prince frowned. "What do you mean with a demonstration?" asked the Prince.
"I will give one of your soldiers a potion, and you can ask him a question, which is extremely secret. You will see that he will answer you truthfully, because he will be given a truth potion. Then we repeat this with Harry and then you will find out if he was lying or not," answered Su calmly and looked expectantly at the Prince.
"If you would be able to demonstrate this to me, please do, Lady-Baroness Potter" he answered with a smile.
Su waved her wand and canceled the Harry's silencing spell.
"Gidi"
"Yes, Mistress," asked Gidi, who plopped next to Su.
"Please give me a truth-potion, the conventional one," she asked the little elf.
"Yes, Mistress," and Gidi plopped away.
Within seconds a small bottle and glass appeared on the salon table in front of the Prince. The Prince jumped almost from his chair in surprise. "Well, that is surprising," he murmured with a big smile.
"It is still getting used to magic and all," he said. Then the Prince looked to the Colonel.
"Colonel, please send Corporal Harper to me," he ordered.
"Yes, Sir," answered the Colonel, who waved his hand to the Corporal. The Corporal saluted and marched straight to the Prince and stood still in attention. The Corporal was a large man with blond hair and an expressionless expression on his handsome face. Muscles were very noticeable under his black uniform and the ice blue eyes were staring at the far wall of the foyer.
"Corporal, at ease," the Prince said.
The Corporal relaxed and said nothing. He was waiting for the things to come.
The Prince opened the bottle and pored some of the purple liquid in the glass. "Is this enough, Lady-Baroness Potter?"
"Yes, Your Highness, this is more then enough," Su answered with a polite smile.
"Drink it," Corporal," he ordered the Corporal.
"Yes, Sir," the Corporal answered, took the glass and drank the whole contents immediately and without hesitation.
Nothing seemed to happen and the Prince looked hesitating to Su, who only nodded to the Corporal.
"Corporal, please tell me what the access code if for the long range artillery," the Prince asked tensely.
"ARD-GT6-087 ALPHA-901," answered the Corporal immediately.
The Prince paled and looked horrorstricken at the Corporal.
"By Jove, this is a crime!" the Prince said distressed.
The Corporal winced, but the expression on his face did not change.
"That is because of the Potion, Your Highness," Harry said. There is no way that the Corporal will refuse to answer any of your questions."
The Prince looked shocked at the bottle. "If we would have this, then things would look much different," the Prince said. Then he looked at the Corporal and he nodded understandable.
"How long will he be under the influence of this truth serum?" the Prince asked.
"Twenty minutes, Your Highness," answered Su.
"Colonel, isolate Corporal Harper for thirty minutes," he ordered.
"Yes, Sir," answered the Colonel.
"Dismissed, Corporal Harper," said the Prince.
The Corporal turned and marched back at his previous position, where the Colonel was waiting with two other soldiers.
"Please, Lord-baron. Get that silencing thing up again and I want that you drink the potion now," the Prince said resolutely.
"Yes, Your Highness," Harry said, waved his wand and muttered something. He took the bottle and pored some of the purple liquid into the glass and drank it immediately.
"Tell me, Lord-Baron," began the Prince. "What is the Prophecy," he asked.
Harry answered immediately.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live will he other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ..."
The Prince answered somberly. "Yes, I was afraid that you told me the truth. I think that it is time that Her Majesty Armed Forces will be involved in this mess. I want to talk to my mother the Queen and I arrange that you, Lord-baron and the Queen will speak with each other.
________________________________________
"Narcissa, shut up," ordered Harry resolutely. He was in the guest suite, where the sisters Black were staying.
"Yes, Master," said Narcissa, looking at the floor.
"I want to know what your choice is. Do you listen to me, or are you continue to fight me," Harry said.
Narcissa did not say anything, but moved quickly to Harry, and before Harry realized what was happening, she managed to unbutton his trousers and was already busy to open it.
"Wait," breathed Harry in surprise.
Narcissa did not listen, though, and grabbed his cock in her hand through his underwear, and Harry gasped. Narcissa was a very beautiful woman, even that she was many years older then Harry, and she had definitely a sex-appeal ... some strange aura, which made men look at her in the special way.
She had large and firm breasts and she never seem to wear any bra or anything else which might help her breasts to point straight forward, and he was aware of her nipples pointing through the material of her tight robes, and her breasts were now pressed against his chest. She was not tall, but also not small; with her one meter seventy five she looked even tall compared with other women; her flat stomach and long legs promised treasures for a potential lover. Her grayish pale eyes with a tint of green in it looked straight into his eyes, her full wet and red lips half open, her little cute nose was pointing up, and her long blond hair was falling like a waterfall on her back.
He felt Narcissa's hand slip through the opening of his underwear and grabbing his cock with her bare hand, and his cock immediately stirred ... she began to stroke it and Harry moaned. That devil of a woman, she had absolutely power over his cock, and he felt it growing immediately to its full length, pulsing and pounding in her hand. With her other hand, she pulled down his trousers and she immediately took his cock in her mouth and started to suck. Both her hands went to his ass, and grabbed both arse cheeks firmly and squeezed.
"Narcissa, I don't ... I ... don't ... think ..." stammered and moaned Harry, and Narcissa gave a pull on his cock, she took out his cock and looked him straight into his face.
"I want to proof to you that I submit myself to you," she whispered huskily. Immediately she pulled on her cloths and undressed her self as fast as possible.
"Please Master," she almost begged. "Let me do this to you, and then I will swear that I serve you and be obedient to you in everything you demand from me."
Harry stared flabbergasted at Narcissa, who was now almost naked. The last piece of clothing was her while silken knickers, which she pulled off slowly and sensually, whole the time looking Harry in the eyes. Her pussy was shaven, Harry noticed, and his cock was stirring even more.
Narcissa was looking now at his cock and smiled sweetly. "I want to have this huge little Harry in my pussy," she said huskily in a high voice. "I want that you fuck me, Master. Simply fucking me would make me the happiest women in the world, because the last time I had a man was sixteen years ago." She looked almost pleadingly at Harry.
Harry shrugged and moved towards Narcissa. "Where is Bellatrix?"
"She is in the next room as log as we are busy," Narcissa answered immediately. "We talked, and she accepted my choice."
"What choice?" Harry asked confused.
"I chose to be with you, and to serve you as a slave. I don't want to be sent away to be married with an old man or a man who will abuse me as slave. I want to stay with you," Narcissa said, looking to the floor. "That is, when you want to have me?"
For several seconds Harry looked shocked at Narcissa. Who would have thought that she would switch so fast? Maybe it is a trap?
Narcissa pulled Harry to her, and helped him removing his trousers and removed his shirt in one movement ... pulling it over Harry's head. Narcissa sat on bed and pulled Harry with her. "Fuck me, Master," she said loudly and laid on her back with her legs wide and pulling Harry on her body.
Harry felt his cock pressing against her opening ... and he could not help him self by giving a trust with his hips and he felt him self immediately entering Narcissa. The tight feeling of his cock in Narcissa's pussy made him lose control and he started to trust with all his power. The hell with warnings and problems and treats, he was only fucking her and what could she do? She was a slave, and a slave could not harm the master, and he increased the tempo of their fuck.
Narcissa pulled both legs up and wrapped them around Harry's lower back, helping him with his trusts ... every time when Harry pulled back his cock in her vagina, she applied pressure to push him back in her pussy with violence, and she started the breath heavily. She felt his large cock rubbing against her clit and she felt the almost forgotten warmth appear in her abdomen, Harry knew that he could not keep him self from climaxing soon. Narcissa climaxed in an explosion of pleasure and lust and she screamed of pleasure, and Harry lost it then ... he climaxed.
Narcissa felt Harry climaxing as well, his seed was bursting in her womb and felt the warmth spreading through her underbody ... he feeling she never had before and she almost passed out because of its intensity.
Harry slowed down his tempo until he was lying quietly on top of Narcissa ... he looked Narcissa in the eyes and suddenly they were aware of something strange. Both of them were encapsulated in a greenish mist, which disappeared soon as it appeared.
Harry looked confused, but Narcissa smiled mysteriously. She knew what that meant ... she was pregnant.
________________________________________
A/N: Next chapter more with the Queen, Goblin confrontation and finishing Hogwarts organization.
Sign up to rate and review this story