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The Heritage - Chapter 48
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A/N: Editor for this chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.

... Voldemort winced.

"Oh for Merlin sake," yelled Voldemort disgusted, he pointed his wand to the bathroom door and cast a reductor curse.

"Nooooooooooooo," screamed the Baron when he saw what Voldemort was doing. "It will explode because of the gas," cried the Baron.

But it was already too late ... the reductor curse slammed against the door in full force, and reduced it into splinters within moments, but in the bathroom, the gasses previously released from Millicent abdomen setoff an explosion, which caused the bathroom to burst into pieces, killing everyone inside instantly, and releasing more gases from Millicent's body; a secondary explosion followed immediately, generating a fireball, which reduced the Baron into a burned corpse within a fraction of a second.

Voldemort was quicker than the Baron, because he was able to jump backwards, but hit the bed and fell onto the ground on the side away from the bathroom ... the fireball hit the bed, which partly protected him, but it could not shield him totally from the damaging effects ... and Voldemort was burned all over, but still alive.
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"Nymphadora Tonks," a voice came from behind Tonk's back and she turned. What she saw made her almost faint, her aunts Bellatrix and Narcissa Black.

"Before you do anything," said Narcissa quickly before the Auror could strike," we are here as slaves of the Lord-Baron and under his protection."

This stopped Tonks from hexing Bellatrix and she stared at Narcissa Black. "Explain quick, otherwise I curse her into the other side of the world," she said harshly.

"Well, quick then," Narcissa grinned. "We were first released from our marriages, then being abandoned to a castle in Greenland with only two old House Elves to serve us, and then we became slaves, I became pregnant, and I start at Hogwarts as a teacher from September the first," she said.

Tonks dropped her wand in shock, and she turned to Harry looking flabbergasted. "Tell me this is not true," she said hoarsely.

Harry nodded. "It's true, every word of it," he said.

"And he might end up marrying your aunt as well," whispered Bellatrix softly, but everyone could hear her; Tonks winced.

"If you please," said Gilbert Wimple. "I hate to waist my time with such nonsense. We are here in a meeting to discuss propositions of the Lord-Baron, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and we are all professionals," he drawled. He looked at Tonks, who became instantly red in her face and opened her mouth to protest.

"Shut up," said Gilbert Wimple.

Before Tonks could react, Harry held out his hand.

"As head of the Family Black and as your Patriarch, I decided to include the sisters Black in my family. You or anyone else will not touch them, as they fall under my direct protection, do you understand that, Nymphadora Tonks?"

Tonks looked at the floor, still angry, but she did not want to go against the word of the Head of Family, Harry or not Harry, he was her Patriarch and she was forced to do what the Patriarch decided.

She nodded meekly.

Hissing was being heard in the meeting hall, and most people and others were looking around the room to see what it was. The hissing seemed to come from Harry and everyone looked strangely at him, while Harry started to laugh.

He opened his robes, took his wand, pointed it to himself and waved it, murmuring a short incarnation under his breath. Suddenly everyone gasped ... two snakes were visible ... Nagini and the Runespoor. Harry waved his wand again and murmured something softly again, and both snakes disappeared.

"These are my closest friends," Harry said smiling fondly. "Sorry about that. Since I got both snakes, I keep them close to me, because they can warn me, defend and even attack. But mostly, they are perfect spies and pre-warning systems for me. Their sense of smelling is superior compared with our sense of hearing. "

Gilbert Wimple looked approvingly at Harry, but he said also nothing.

"I can even sense if someone is nervous, or is sick," said Harry. "And all of that is possible because of my closest of friends.

"And you keep those snakes always with you?" Gilbert Wimple asked fascinated.

"Yes, as much as possible," answered Harry.

Harry stood up and looked to the people, Centaur, Half-Giant, Vampire and Goblin.

"I want to open this meeting," Harry said. "I have the following for you to look at." He turned and pointed his wand at the wall and he murmured something incomprehensive. A white paper appeared with a simple table.

"We have DADA with Nymphadora Tonks. Do you want the job, Tonks?" Harry asked.

"How much do you pay?" asked Tonks cheekily.

Harry smirked. "For every teaching position here, Hogwarts pays four thousand Galleons per month before taxes. For those with overtime, Hogwarts pays hundred and fifty percent overtime. For the weekend Hogwarts pays two hundred percent and for the Sunday Hogwarts pays two hundred fifty percent overtime. "

Tonks blanched. "I accept," she said. "That is two times more then the Ministry pays.

Harry smiled warmly at Tonks.

"We have now Charms with Gilbert Wimple as teacher. Do you accept?" Harry asked.
Gilbert Wimple was still working for the Ministry and part of the Committee on Experimental Charms at the moment, but even he did not make that much a month. It was financially a very good idea to go with the Lord-Baron, and Gilbert Wimple really could use a good break. He had still horns on his head ... like the old fashioned Muggle-devils, and he needed a lot of time to figure out how he could get rid of them. Maybe those Weasley twins could help him, if he managed to make a good deal with them.

The man nodded and continued to study Tonks.

"Transfiguration, Remus. Do you want to teach Transfiguration?"

"Yes, Harry, I love it," Remus said. "But for the same salary as you pay Tonks?" he asked hesitatingly.

"Yes, Remus. This salary is the same for all teachers here," Harry answered.

"Potions, they will be taught by the geniuses from the trade, Fred and George Weasley," said Harry with a laugh. "What do you think?"

"Oh Super Mouse," started one of the twins.

"Superman, you dolt," corrected the other twin.

"You don't need to be so personal, Fred," said George to his twin.

"I'm not!" replied Fred.

"Quiet!" yelled Harry with a smile on his face. "Do you accept?"

"Yes, we do accept, oh savior of ..." started George.

"Shut it," Fred.

"History of Magic, Lorcan d'Eath, do you want to teach that?" asked Harry.

"Yes, Lord-Baron," said the Lorcan d'Eath calmly, staring with his penetrating eyes straight into those of Harry's. "I assume that you can take care for my particular eating habits?"

Harry nodded, and looked briefly at the twins. "Of course, Lorcan d'Eath, your food is sitting right next to you. You can feed from them until at least the end of the school year. After that you can eat them."

The twins winced and paled, looking from Harry to Lorcan d'Eath and leaned away from the Vampire ... and looked back at Harry.

"Harry?" asked George hesitatingly.

Harry smirked at the twins, and they both looked somewhat relieved.

"That's a joke isn't it?" asked Fred.

"Maybe," said Harry smiling.

"Well, they don't get paid to be sucked dry," commented a grinning Tonks.

"That's right," said Fred hurriedly.

"Lorcan d'Eath did not mention sucking them dry, Nymphadora, "said Narcissa.

"Call me Tonks, Sissy," growled Tonks at her aunt. "How many times must I tell you that I hate that god forbidden name?"

Lorcan d'Eath did not laugh, as a Vampire he had some serious problems with his food supplies, not too mentioned that he was shunned by wizards and Vampires alike. He was not a real vampire; he was a part-vampire. He was made into a part-vampire after a tragic accident involving a hot vampiress, an empty catsup bottle, and liberal amounts of garlic, and all of that because of his once best friend Stubby Boardman. If he would ever meet him again, he would take care that his ex-friend Stubby Boardman would turn into a real Vampire.

What the Lord-Baron offered him was very interesting. He earned his bread mainly as a Heartthrob singer, and his best success ever was nineteen weeks at number one with the hit song 'Necks to You.'

"Divination will only be taught by Firenze," Harry said, looking at Firenze, who was standing behind Hagrid. He ignored the fighting between Tonks and Narcissa for now.

Firenze bowed, but said nothing.

Firenze is a centaur with white-blond hair and blue eyes. His horse like body had a a golden coat and a cream-colored mane and tail, which was moving all the time, while the rest of his body was motionless

"Now we have Care of Magical Creatures," said Harry. "Hagrid, do you wish to continue teaching it?"

"Of course Harry," echoed the voice of Hagrid loudly through the meeting room of the Gryffindor castle. His voice was for sure evident at the end of the castle, Harry thought.

"You share the job with Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank," Harry said. "She is not here, but she owled me already that she want the job. You, Hagrid, will teach the fourth years and up. Is that acceptable for you?"

Hagrid grinned and nodded his huge head.
Since Dumbledore took care of him at his second year of Hogwarts, he never had anyone who truly looked out for him. With Harry he had the feeling that he was safe. Not only that, it was obvious to him that Harry was planning something revolutionary; a werewolf as Transfiguration teacher, a Half-Giant, a Vampire, a Goblin, all things which were the sign that things were going to change ... for the better. Hagrid smiled sadly ... it reminded him of the time when his wizard father died. Right before his father died, he asked him to send his mother Fridwulfa a message that he was alright and that he died as a hero. That was what Hagrid did ... a tear escaped his eyes.

"Flying we have now," said Harry. "Madam Hooch?"

Rolanda Hooch grinned. "Of course, my fiancée, she answered cheekily. "I love it."

Harry grinned back and looked at Sinistra. "Professor Sinistra, Astronomy?"

Aurora Sinistra nodded with a big smile on her face, but said nothing.

"We have Herbology, which is being taught by Professor Sprout, Arithmancy is being taught by Professor Vector and they both confirmed their positions per owl," said Harry.

Now Harry turned to Wayne Hopkins. "Do you accept the job a Professor of the Ancient Runes?" Harry asked.

Wayne Hopkins was the quiet genius ... he always was. He was a forgotten genius of the family, the town where he was raised with his family, Hogwarts as student, the Ministry where he worked as scribe, but that had ended when the Lord-Baron had contacted him. He simply offered him the job, and did not ask any questions. Wayne Hopkins looked around him and was amazed about the beauty of this magnificent castle and he wondered if the Lord-Baron would mind if he would raid the library.

"Now I have Muggle Studies," Harry announced, and he was rudely interrupted by the door slamming open.

"A dragon in the sky!" screamed Susan Bones. "A dragon ... and so big! It looks terrifying, oh Harry, the dragons are coming to eat us and burn the castle!" Susan waved wildly with her arms and her eyes were wide open ... she was panicking.

"Oh Harry, we need to run!" she was still screaming, and Harry had enough. He walked fast to Susan and dragged her out of the meeting room.

"Show me," he ordered.

Susan ran to one of the huge observation windows which were nearby the meeting room and pointed.

"There is the dragon, and it is huge! It's waiting to roast us with its fire," she said nervously.

Harry looked outside and what he saw did almost stop his heart.

In front of the castle was a huge CH-47 Chinook helicopter floating in the air and Harry started to laugh.

Prince Charles had him updated last night. The Americans would arrive in a Chinook helicopter, and would arrive at the castle somewhere in the afternoon. When Harry had asked about the helicopter, the prince told him that the helicopter was able to lift thirty three people and twenty eight thousand pounds of cargo, was thirty meters long, the diameter of the two rotors were about eighteen meters, its height was almost six meters. Harry was amazed.

Then the Prince told him about its performance. It could fly maximum three hundred kilometers an hour; its range was about two thousand kilometers and it could fly almost six kilometers high. Harry had been impressed, but now he could see the real thing, and Harry was really impressed. That thing was huge, and he could imagine that the thing was making a hell of a noise, wasn't it that the castle was magically sealed ... sound could not penetrate its wards.

"Susan, that's not a dragon ... it is much worse ... those are Americans!" he said with a smirk.

Susan looked hesitatingly at Harry, then back to the CH-47 Chinook helicopter.

"What ... is that a flying machine?" she asked incredible.

"Yes, it is. It is called a helicopter," said Harry calmly.

"What is so bad about the Americans?" asked Susan confused.

"They are the big guns," said Harry. "We are going to kick butt massively," and he grinned like an animal.

"Voldemort will be roasted toast," smirked Harry.

He turned back from the window and looked at the collected teachers behind them, who were looking in awe at the huge helicopter.

"Look!" exclaimed Professor Sprout. "There is another one."

Indeed, a second Chinook helicopter appeared in the background, still far away from the castle.

Harry looked to the teachers. "Do you want to continue with this meeting or wait until later," he asked.

Everyone yelled "Later", except the annoyed looking Gilbert Wimple ... he wanted to close the business and start working.

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Harry was waiting together with the Queen and Princes Philip and Charles, Commander 22 MSF Colonel George Burleys, and his three Unit commanders Major John Peter Berea, Major Brian Frederick Poster, Major William Asters and as last, but not the least Su. Su was talking intently with Major Asters about exercise regimes, and she glanced regularly at Harry and she asked the major another question. The Major was a very patient man and he was trying to answer all questions as good as he was able to.

"Lord-Baron," asked Major Berea. "I couldn't help to notice your exercises in the morning. "Are you planning to become as good as the Special Forces are?"

Su suddenly looked at Major Berea. "I personally think that the Lord-Baron is far more ahead then you and your Special Forces," retorted Su.

Major Berea raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me," he huffed.

"I said that ..." began Su.

"I know what you said, but you don't need to be insulted by it. Being a Special Forces soldier is extreme exhausting and only for the very few of us. The majority of humankind is not able to handle the training and the work after the training. Only he very best of us are able to," he said.

"I bet that Lord-Baron here is able to beat you and your unit easily within one minute with fighting without your ... what's is it called ... gun?" asked Su innocently.

Major Berea huffed and opened his mouth to reply.

"And my name for you is Lady-Baroness Potter," she finished icily.

Major Berea closed his mouth, looking flustered.

"For now," continued Su with a smile.

"Well, Major Berea, what about that bet, do you want to accept it?" asked the smiling Major Asters.

Major Berea looked incredible at Major Asters. "Are you out of your mind? He is just a kid and he might get hurt!"

Harry laughed. "Majors, I bet I will beat the crap out of your whole unit within the minute," he said. "And it is a bet. The loser or losers will organize a party in town, what do you say about that?"

Major Berea huffed, but Major Asters reacted differently. "You're on," he said with a grin. "What ever the outcome, we will have fun in town," he said.

Prince Philip looked at his Majors. "I'm afraid that I will have something against that, Gentlemen ... unless you let me go with you ... incognito of course."

"Yes Sir, it would be a pleasure and honor, Sir," said Major Asters.

"But what happens when we hurt the Lord-Baron?" asked Major Berea.

"He won't get hurt," answered Su immediately. "You maybe."

Major Berea laughed. "See here, Lady-Baroness, there is a difference between words and deeds," he said.

"Exactly," said Su with a huge smile on her face.

Major Berea did not feel confident. Not that he doubted that he could beat such a young and small boy, but what would be the repercussions when the young Lord-Baron was injured.

"And when are we having that demonstration?" asked he asked.

"After the Americans have arrived, I want to give a small demonstration," Harry said harshly. "I don't want to have any misunderstandings here, and the best way is to have a small demonstration and some sort of ... reward," he said smiling like a cat.

Both officers were looking warily at Harry but said further nothing anymore. Prince Philip was grinning, because he loved this type of things, where men would demonstrate what they got, and there would never be any losers, because the reward would be the same. He felt a little bit sorry for the boy, but he was too much confident about his own abilities ... it as clear that the boy had no idea what Special Forces actually mean.

The Prince missed the feral expression on the face of Harry, when he turned to the door expectantly.

"Lord-Baron, I like to have a word with you," the Queen said.

"Yes, Your Majesty," asked Harry politely.

"I've been thinking and being informed about the magical traditions and the habits of magical Royalty, "the Queen said slowly.

Harry looked at the Queen frowning. He had a very bad feeling about this.

"I happen to have a granddaughter, who is your age and is not married," the Queen said innocently.

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Zara was having an excellent time. She was dancing with the son of the owner of the dance club Zacheas to the tune of Private Investigations from the amazing Dire Straits. Zacheas was a young man, two years older then she and he looked hot. With his wild black hair and his round metal glasses, his green eyes, a body like an athlete ... a young god, his hard muscled body pressed against hers ... dancing slowly with the music and his wonderful wandering hands over her back and arse.

She was currently in the summer break, and she needed to go back to Gordonstoun Boarding School in Scotland, where another hard year was waiting for her. Her parents had insisted that she would go to boarding school since she was eight years old, and she needed to wait only several years before she was finished with Gordonstoun and she would be free!

Well, free? That was a relative term, because her grandmother had some schemes ready for her. That was what she told her the last time they met during one of the many fund raising events at the palace. She grimaced and when she looked up, she saw Anna, her girlfriend for already five years dancing with her current flame, and her face cleared up.

That's right; she was here to have a nice time with Zacheas, and not to worry about her mother or her grandmother. She hated to be manipulated like a puppet. That she had from her mother, who hated the manipulations on the court, and that was the reason that her mother insisted that she would not have any Royal title, and as little as possible interference of the Royal House and all the duties of being Royal.

She smiled. That was working ... but only in part. All boys at Gordonstoun were interested in her, and not just for her looks. With her short blond hair she was not one of the other beauties who were also at school. She had a nice and healthy body, because she was an athlete herself, and all the horse riding she did was shaping her figure very well, but she did not have those beautiful eyes, the soft skin like all those far east princesses at Gordonstoun and she sighed.

This evening started so well. First, she picked up Anna from her home, and from there they both went shopping at their favorite shops and then they went straight to this Dance Club and Zacheas.

Oh Zacheas. She was swooning for ages for this amazing young man, and he looked so hot. She grabbed his waist tighter and pressed him firmer against her body. Oh those muscles ... she felt like she could feel his muscles moving against her ... and she smiled. Well, one specific pair of muscles she could feel very clearly and she looked up ... his green eyes were staring straight into hers and she felt heat spreading through her body.

Suddenly the moment was broken ... somebody was rudely tapping on her shoulder.

"Miss Phillips," a familiar voice came from behind her.

"Miss Phillips," the voice repeated, and the tapping on her shoulder repeated again, only more rigid.

Zara sighed, and she turned. "What do you want?" she asked curtly.

"You are required to appear at the palace at once," the man said.

She recognized the man as a security man ... one of the security men from her mother and she started to worry.

"Something happened?" she asked with a little voice.

"Her Majesty requires your presence at once," he said, and he grabbed her arm and moved towards the door, dragging her with him.

"Hey!" yelled Zacheas over the music. "Where are you going with my girl?" he yelled.

Immediately two security people approached Zacheas and started to whisper to him, and Zacheas cooled down immediately. This would be the last time Zara saw him for this summer, she knew, because this was the last time they could get away before her term started.

But she had other worries at the moment. She was worried that something had happened with her parents ... or maybe her grandmother, when grandmother was requiring her presence at the Palace. That never had happened before with her!

They left the club and moved immediately to a waiting car. Zara was suddenly aware of all the security around her. There were at least twenty men surrounding her, and she could see at least five cars, the same as they were moving her to, and she started to worry again. She suspected that they had problems with terrorists, or maybe there was a threat of an attack. Maybe they were targeting her ... or maybe her mother ... or grandma.

"Tell me what is going on," she said troubled.

The security man who was dragging her to the car murmured something under his breath, but said nothing. They reached the car and she was led into the car. At the moment she sat, the car started to move and drove away in high speed. Within thirty minutes they reached the gates of Buckingham Palace.

Zara ran through the Grand Entrance, then through the Marble Hall and ran the Grand Staircase upstairs where she knew that her grandmother must wait for her. She opened the large doors and stepped in the grand foyer and she stopped, looking at her grandmother, the Queen.

"Grandma!" she exclaimed and ran to her grandmother and hugged her. The hug felt different somewhat and she grabbed her grandmothers shoulders and looked at her. Her grandma was looking also different ... something in the expression of her face was ... different?

"Zara, my child ... sit down," said her grandmother.

Zara was still worried. "Something happened, grandma?"

"No, my child, "she said. "Nobody is hurt, and there is no emergency of any importance for you. Don't worry about that, but there is something, what might ... eh ... upset you somewhat."

"Where is mother?" asked Zara.

"Your mum went back home, Zara. I want you to sit quietly here in this chair and listen to me. I want that you hear me out until the end, do you hear me?" grandmother said.

"Yes, Grandma," Zara said. She never saw her grandmother so serious towards her, especially when they were in private.

"Do you ever heard about a boy with the name Harry Potter?" asked her grandmother.

Zara shook her head.

"Well, he is the reason why your mother ran back home angry," said her grandmother with a half smile, looking fondly at her eldest granddaughter. "She did not want you to have the pressure of the Royal House and its duties, but necessity forces me to change that. Since you were born, Anne insisted that you did not receive any Royal title, that you went to school with the common people and that you met others from other nationalities, and that you learned the ways of the world."

Her grandmother paused for a moment.

"That was always the focus point of the fights between your parents, and honestly it was also a reason for the tensions sometimes within the rest of the family, especially your uncle Charles."

Her grandmother paused again and she looked dreamily at the wall.

"Grandma, what is the matter?" Zara asked.

"Are you willingly to do your duty for the Crown and your Queen, Zara?" asked her grandmother suddenly.

Zara's eyes went wide.

"Zara, I want to have an answer. Please answer me if you are willing."

"Yes, Grandma, anything that you decide," answered Zara.

Grandmother smiled sadly and a bit relieved.

"Good girl," she said. "Tomorrow you and me are going to visit the Gryffindor castle in Scotland. Your grandfather and Prince Charles are going too."

"Gryffindor Castle," asked Zara mystified. "I don't know any Gryffindor Castle."

Her grandmother ignored her.

"I have setup the contracts for an arranged marriage between you and Lord-Baron Harry Potter," she said suddenly.

Zara's mouth dropped open.

"And not only that," her grandmother continued with a smile on her face. "He owns the Castle Gryffindor and he is also a wizard."

"NO WAY!" Zara screamed furious and the Queen grimaced.

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"Granddaughter? Oh no, not you too," wailed Harry, and the Queen smiled.

"Wait with this business until we finish the business with the Americans, because the General is coming now," the Queen said.

General Rand Gunn marched through the entrance hall towards the small group of people. The first one he recognized was the Queen, and such a grand lady was hardly to ignore. Next to her was that crazy bullet eater Colonel George Burleys, but next to the Colonel was a boy with wild raven black hair, round glasses, green penetrating eyes ... but at least with an athletic body ... he looked like he just swallowed a hot potato. He assumed that the boy was Royalty, because he was far too young to be a Special Forces man, but with the Brits you never know.

General Gunn halted in front of the dignitaries and saluted and bowed his head for the Queen.

"Your Royal Majesty," he said and he turned to the Colonel.

"Colonel"

"General", replied the Colonel.

"Good morning, General," the Queen said.

"Good morning, General," the dark haired boy said. "Welcome to Gryffindor Castle. I hope you and your men are hungry."

The General looked wide eyed at the young man. "And who are you, if I may ask," the General tried to ask politely.

"My name is Harry Potter," Harry answered.

"Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Black-Bones-Zabini-Evans-Malfoy," corrected the Queen, and Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance and the General grinned.

This young boy might be alright after all, he thought.

"General, before we continue with the details, I want to let you know that we have a demonstration in one hour. If you hurry, you can enjoy the show," said Harry looking sideways to the Queen.

The General noticed that something was going on here.

"What demonstration?" the general asked.

"A demonstration of how I alone beat the British Special Forces," said Harry with a dry voice. The Colonel snorted and suddenly he was aware who was standing here with him.

"My apologies, Your Majesty, I didn't mean to ..."

"That's quite alright, Colonel. Let's go on to business then," the Queen said. "I would not like to keep the men waiting for some excitement."

The General was grinning. That would be really fun to see ... a boy against ..." The General looked confused.

"You are going to fight the Brits, bo ... Lord-Baron?" asked the General incredulously. "Are you sure you want to do that? You might get hurt! You can say about the Brits what you want, but fighting them might get you killed ... or worse?"

"What is worse than getting killed, General?" asked Harry curious.

"You might lose!" answered the General with a smile. "Well, it's your head, and don't say you are warned."

"Do you want to be included in the bet, General?" asked Harry, still smiling.

"Bet? What bet? Of course I want to be included in the bet. What gives?" asked the General enthusiastically.

"The looser will pay for the night out in the city," answered the Colonel with a feral smile.

"No, Colonel, the losers will pay, not the loser," Harry said calmly and looked with twinkling eyes to the Queen and winked.

"The losers! Do you want to say that we will lose?" asked the Colonel goaded.

"Of course you will lose, Colonel," teased Harry.

"And within one minute," an unknown female voice appeared behind the group.

Everyone turned and they saw a girl ... no, scrap that ... a young woman standing.

"Ah Zara!" exclaimed the Queen amused.

"Gentleman, may I introduce you my eldest granddaughter Zara Phillips," said the Queen with a proud smile on her face.

"Zara, may I introduce you General Rand Gunn, Commander of the 11th USAMF, Colonel George Burleys, Commander of the 22nd MSF and Lord-Baron Harry Potter, master of this wonderful castle," the Queen said.

Suddenly her eyes started to twinkle ... more so then the old Headmaster Dumbledore.

"And that is not all," she said. "This young man, Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Black-Bones-Zabini-Evans-Malfoy, is also your future fiancée."

Then she looked intently at Harry and Zara.

Harry and Zara looked at each other hesitatingly.

"Your Majesty, did you inform her that she will be one of the many fiancées?" asked Harry icily.

"No, not yet, Lord-Baron," sniggered the Queen.

Zara and Harry were looking shocked at the Queen. They never imagined that the Queen could snigger.

"Oh relax," the Queen said with a big smile. "This is so much fun."

Harry's eyebrows went up, and Zara looked from the Queen to Harry and back.

"Grandma, do you feel alright?" asked Zara.

"Oh yes, my child, I feel spiffy. If you don't mind, I want to talk to the General and Colonel," the Queen said.

That was the sign that Harry and Zara were dismissed and both of them walked back into the castle.

"What do you mean with one of the many fiancées?" asked Zara.

Harry sighed. "Some weeks ago, some Goblins took me, and made me rich," Harry said with a big sigh.

Zara looked at Harry curious. "That's nice, but what has that to do with many fiancées?" she asked.

"Well, they took care that I got a lot of properties like castles, manors, houses, companies, and more of that stuff, and they also took care that I had a bunch of fiancées and slaves," Harry said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," Zara said and looked at the floor for a moment.

"How many?" asked Zara with a small voice.

"Many what?"

"Fiancées?"

"Fifteen"

"Did you say slaves?" asked Zara, looking hesitatingly at Harry.

"Yep"

"Slaves?" she asked again unbelievingly.

"Yes, twenty slaves," Harry said calmly.

"You have to be kidding," cried Zara. She was quiet for some moments. "Who was that girl with the bushy hair?" she asked.

"Hermione Granger, a fiancée," answered Harry.

"Oh"

"And I am already married," said Harry casually.

"You are married," stated Zara with a flat voice.

"Yep", sighted Harry.

"Two times," he continued.

Zara looked at Harry shocked.

"Two times married," she repeated flatly.

"Yes, one time with a fiancée and the other with a slave," told Harry straightforwardly.

"Fiancée and slave"

"Yep, all in one day," continued Harry.

"One day," Zara repeated, and her jaw dropped.

"Yep, one after the other."

"And what about divorce ... one day? Why marry and then divorce?" asked Zara incredulously.

"Why divorce?" asked Harry surprised. "In the Wizarding world you can't divorce. When you marry, that's for life."

Zara's eyes went wide and her eyes looked like to plop out of her sockets.

"GRANDMA!" she screamed and Harry jumped almost into the air of the scare he got from her scream.

"What have you done to me," she screamed when her grandmother came hasting towards Zara.

"He is a lunatic, a crazy man!" screamed Zara disturbed. "How could you do something like that?"

The Queen looked at Harry with a eyebrow crooked up. "What did you tell her?" asked the Queen.

"Only about the fiancées, slaves and wives," Harry answered. "I did not even tell about the snakes, the Leader of the Light and Dark, the Goblins, the exercises, the ... well ... arrangements ..."

"Ah," the Queen said.

"Arrangements you said?" asked the Queen.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Harry said.

"Oh stop that ridiculous Majesty," the Queen said. "Call me Grandma."

"Excuse me?" Harry said flabbergasted.

"Grandma, just like Zara and especially you are going to belong to the family, and Grandma sounds much better then 'Your Majesty', don't you think so?"

Harry could only waggle his head. He was totally confused now.

"Grandma, are you crazy?" said Zara incredible. "This boy is mad!"

"I'm not mad," said Harry annoyed.

"You are!" yelled Zara, her face darkening.

"Children," said the Queen holding out her hands.

"What ... Can I call you Harry, Lord-Baron?" asked the Queen.

Harry nodded immediately.

"Good," said the Queen relieved. "Harry here told you the truth," she said, looking sternly at Zara.

Zara's jaw dropped for the second time that day.

"You have to be kidding," she said unbelievingly.

"How many times did I not tell you not to use that ridiculous expression," the Queen said sternly.

"Well, but ... it's ... uhm," stammered Zara, thoughtfully looking at Harry. "Uhm ... those slaves ... are they only females?" asked Zara at last.

Harry looked unbelievingly at Zara.

"What has that to do with ..." began Harry.

"Answer the question, goddamn it," said Zara strongly, and the Queen gasped.

"Sorry, Grandma, I wash my mouth with soap tonight," she said, still looking at Harry. "Well?"

"Yes, they are all girls," said Harry.

"Are they sex slaves?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Are they?"

Harry blushed.

"They are!" Zara exclaimed, grabbed Harry by his arm and dragged him away from the Queen.

"Tell me!" she commanded.

"I don't do any such thing!"

"You do," Zara said. "And you know it!"

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A/N: Editor for this chapter is Dave