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Harry Potter and the Witches’ Secret
Chapter 37
27 Dec 1995 - 3 Aug 1996
Potter Castle
27 Dec 1995
7:00 a.m.
The Queen awoke and lay thinking. She wondered about the impact of Harry’s
demonstration—demonstrations, actually. The whole day had been one giant display. Of
course the school open house was a masterful display and a perfect opportunity for her to
bring the Magical Peerage to heel.
That display with those girls had been horrifying and, she blushed, stimulating. Harry
was huge and he…well, he....
“Fucked ’em to pieces, Liz.”
“Thank you, Phillip.”
“PHILLIP!”
“Hahahaha.”
“Very funny, Phillip—and don’t call me Liz!”
“What, even here in our heads?”
“You will forget, Phillip.”
“You used to like Liz, Liz. I’m sure you remember. Grrrrr.”
Poor Andrew would have another abbreviated breakfast as he fled his dad’s comments.
Honestly, the man could make a Chief Petty Officer blush, and about Mother, too.
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Potter Castle
Master Suite
The Clan was very firmly sleeping. They had encountered the Nightmares during the
night and Harry had changed and ridden Melinda bareback for a while. Then Harry had
dismounted and changed.
He made an awesome Hell Stallion, twenty-four hands and close to four thousand
pounds, deep shimmering black with brilliant green eyes. Where his mane, tail, and feet
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feathers should have been was flame. He breathed fire. Harry and the Nightmares took
off. The massive Warg pack kept close.
Melinda, at twenty hands and thirty-two hundred pounds, was not at all scared of her
mate and as he grew hard she quelled her potential mates’ fears.
He was to their eyes enormous there, too, as long as one of their bodies and as thick as
some of their waists.
Melinda’s humor puzzled them until she reminded them that she was not human and at
that moment they were enormous Wargs.
The pack hung back as they slowed and flowed around the copse the equines entered;
they faced out, waiting and listening, trying not to peek in the bond.
Harry, being himself, approached Melinda gently and nuzzled her firmly. Melinda, being
well ready, shouldered him and rubbed her head along his massive neck.
While she was very very ready, her young stud was not quite there yet. He was prancing
around very nervously; he was beautiful. She slowed and did her best to communicate her
need to him.
That did the trick and Harry circled her, coming in from the side. He really couldn’t
figure out what to do with his front legs.
It became moot as Melinda flashed him and he got a full sniff of her, and the Hell
Stallion took over. Melinda braced and flipped her tail over her back and Harry mounted
her. Harry rigidly controlled his Hell Stallion. He would not mindlessly jab at his mate’s
sensitive vulva.
Harry managed to just get the tip of his huge phallus in her before the Hell Stallion took
over again and he pulled her in with his forelegs and drove with his hips one time to his
full gigantic length. He groaned and flooded Melinda with come.
Harry the Hell Stallion’s satisfied, tearing groan as he released in Melinda matched her
screaming neigh and the mates found, first, that equine females orgasm, and then that
Melinda was a joy in the bond.
Later Nym faded the exhausted Harry home, so tired he couldn’t maintain his Hell
Stallion, as Melinda and their twenty-one other smugly satisfied new Nightmare mates
napped in the copse.
In the master suite Melissa, Marcia, and Jennifer looked Harry over and pronounced him
fine—just in need of rest.
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The mates lay down and conversation soon turned to what they had seen and felt in the
bond.
“I thought it was amazing when Melinda peaked like she did, but you could feel all four
feet or however much of that telegraph pole slid in them. Morgana, that’s hot.”
“Suzanne!”
“What Hestia?”
“What happened to all that ‘not as a human’ guff?”
“I was in my Warg.”
Stunned silence fell, followed by Suzanne’s blush, then giggles, then roaring laughter. It
was twenty minutes before they stopped. Finally they drifted off to sleep, still
occasionally giggling.
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Potter Castle
Sitting Room
27 Dec 1995
9:30 a.m.
“Well?”
Fortune had swept into the room full of females; all the males were apparently having a
lie-in.
Elizabeth eyed her from her position at the cynosure of the group of seats. “Well what,
Fortune? And my, aren’t we abrupt this morning.”
Fortune sighed. “Your pardon, Your Majesty, it was a very trying night and morning. My
Duke seems to be affected by this Castle.”
Fortune’s pretty blush was met by giggles and little blushes.
“Yes, it seems to be universal, but back to the matter at hand—well what, Fortune?”
“Those displays yesterday, ma’am. I mean, really, first the Royal Academy, admittedly a
screaming success. Then the Royal Ball and that very intimidating display of magical
military muscle. Last but by no means least, the horrifying way Harry dealt with those
children.”
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Elizabeth smiled. Fortune was so dependable; get it out in the open and let’s deal with it
now.
Dorea Bell, a fine-looking witch, sighed. “Do we have to do this every time? The Royal
Academy open house mostly eliminated the resistance of the parents of Magical Briton. I
thought it would be trouble too. but the mates exceeded all expectations. Word will
spread like wildfire.”
“The ball cemented Harry’s place as the magnanimous ruler and bought him miles of
latitude. He outperformed all expectations there; I mean, really, I thought that boy was
going to die when he tried to pull Elspeth to him. Harry suppressed that urge very well, as
did she.”
“Lastly, those children were beasts on the verge of being set upon us. Harry went right to
the root and solved the problem; he dealt with them on a level they firmly comprehend. If
his actions with Sarah and the Princesses are any indication, he’ll be nothing less than a
perfect gentleman in human form.”
Sarah blushed heavily. She had thought that would remain a secret.
Amidst the throaty chuckles, Andromeda threw Sarah a bone. “You’re an Alpha female,
dear. Your Daughters are Primaries. There’s no way you or the Princesses could run with
the pack and maintain that position without being covered. You should be proud. We
know it’s your Warg he’s covering.”
Gillian nodded. “I worry about the general public finding out about things like that and
the way he handled those children.”
Molly shook her head. “The Mundane population cannot know—statute of secrecy. The
wizarding population will eventually know, but I believe it’s too late for them to do
anything about it; and with Rita firmly in control of the printed media and manipulating
the other media outlets, the risk of this turning out badly is small.”
All heads turned to the suddenly erudite, clearly focused Molly Weasley.
“Molly, your light is showing from under that bushel, dear,” Emma Granger commented,
drawing giggles.
Molly turned on her. “Thank you, Emma. By the way, are you going to tell your daughter
that you and Dan have bonded?”
Emma narrowed her eyes at Molly. “How is it that you know so much about that kind of
thing?”
Molly chuckled. “Prewit and Weasley magic. Both family magics are based around
procreation.”
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Elizabeth suddenly had a thought. “Ladies, not to change the subject, but Molly, what
about the issue? I mean, with so many magical children there are bound to be scuffles,
and if their accidental magic is as powerful as Harry’s....”
Molly frowned. “I believe only the magically mature mates will fall pregnant. I’m also
hopeful that the Weasley magic will carry across the bond. I’ll be talking to the nanny
elves and the Duchesses Potter, though. I suspect between them they’ll find a way to
control it if the Weasley magic doesn’t carry.”
Emma and the Mundane looked confused. Beatrix Davis explained, “Magical children
possess their magic, it’s just dormant except in times of extreme stress. When stressed
hard enough the magic will lash out in an uncontrolled and unpredictable fashion.
Magical families normally have children at wide intervals to reduce the possibility of
siblings’ magic lashing out at each other.”
“Both the Prewit, Molly’s family, and Weasley families have always had many, many
children closely spaced; twins are not uncommon in both lines. Something about their
magic seems to prevent the accidental magic.”
Molly smiled. “Almost, it really seems to prevent it from lashing out at their blood
relations. You can’t imagine some of the things the boys’ magic did, and Ginny—
Morgana, it was a nightmare. Our poor house! It’s a wonder it’s standing, Arthur has
repaired it so many times.”
They all smiled.
“Emma, answer the question, though—are you going to tell Hermione?”
“In good time, Molly. Why do you think only the magically mature will fall pregnant?”
Molly blushed slightly. “The younger mates didn’t feel ready, so I started making notes.
All the mates that feel ready are past their magical maturity, which normally happens
between sixteen and seventeen.”
Gladys Frobisher blurted, “I don’t know whether to cry or be glad. Poor Vicky is so
hoping, but a pregnant thirteen-year-old is a little much.”
Luan Li Su’s mother nodded. “I wonder how the younger mates will take this.”
Conversation continued in the intimate details that females discuss sometimes and then
moved on to the broader world as the males stirred and the Clan rested. After lunch
Elizabeth and the assembled moved to the Royal Academy and its huge auditorium.
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The Royal Academy
Auditorium
12:57 p.m.
The Magical Peers had filed in, giving their names and being checked off Baron
Fellowes’s list. Elizabeth, Phillip, and Andrew were seated on the stage, watching.
There were seven Dukes and Duchesses, twenty-one Viscounts, nineteen Marquises,
forty-two Barons or Baronesses, one hundred seven Lords and Ladies—this over and
above the already sworn magical peers, an impressive display.
Some of them looked bored, some looked hostile; most were simply curious. They would
soon learn why she was Queen.
Lord Newton mounted the stage. “If I May, I present Elizabeth II, Dei Gratia
Britanniarum Regnorumque Suorum Ceterorum Regina, Consortionis Populorum
Princeps, Fidei Defensor.”
Elizabeth rose and looked at them as they rose and bowed or dropped curtsies. She
nodded slightly and they resumed their seats at her gesture.
“Nobles, I will get right to the point. A new power has risen in the Realm. I have raised
this Power to be the Duke of Magic of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern
Ireland, Defender of Magic and Magical Champion of the Crown and Realm. He is
invested with the right of High, Middle, and Low justice.
“No matter what I have done to satisfy the conventions of man, he is the magical ruler of
the Realm of Merlin. While the Duke acknowledges me as his liege, I am as much a
servant of the Realm as he is.
“The Magical Nobles of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
having signed neither the Magna Carta Libertatum of 1215 nor the Coronation Charter of
1100 or any and all charters or attachments thereto and not having sworn their oaths of
fealty to the Realm and Crown as it was constructed or reconstructed are declared to be
forfeit.
Elizabeth waited for the roar to die down. None of these nobles tried any curses on her
because as the thought occurred to them, they heard and felt a low warning growl rising
around them.
“Now that we have that out of our systems, you will swear fealty to my vassal the Duke
of Magic and the Realm, or you will remain in forfeit.”
The Duke of Argyll shook his head. “I’ll have no part of this, Majesty. If we declare and
swear, we’ll be bound and forced to fight in this war. Admittedly the Young Duke is a
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power, but if rumor proves true he’s a fifteen-year-old boy. How can he hope to best a
Dark Lord?”
“The Duke is in fact Harry Potter. Look around you, Argyll. How many that you know
should be here are not?”
Argyll had been making his count, so he already knew this answer. “One hundred sixtyfour
nobles of all ranks are not present, ma’am.”
“They are dead or have warrants for their deaths, Argyll. They opposed the Duke.”
“I’ll not be—”
He went silent as Malfoy appeared on the stage. Elizabeth smiled; Geoffrey was a
treasure.
“The former Baron Malfoy, Argyll. Why don’t you take a moment and examine him?”
Argyll looked at his wife and Duchess Argyll moved to the stage, drew her wand, and
scanned Malfoy. She paled.
“He has had all his digits except two removed, his tongue and an eye have been removed,
and he has been stripped of his magic.”
Malfoy faded away.
Elizabeth looked around. “Baron Malfoy was captured, questioned under Veritaserum,
judged, found guilty, and chose single combat rather than execution. He lost. Questions?”
Viscount Hereford rose. “Majesty, rumor has the Duke enslaving a vampire elder?”
A very grumpy Amelia Fastida faded into view in her Regimental dress. Her compulsion
was on full. “You interrupt my sleep, mortal.”
“I beg your pardon, Majesty.”
Amelia smiled. “Oooh, I like this one, Elizabeth! Can I give him to the girls?”
“Stop that, Amelia, you’ll scare them.”
Amelia grinned at them and suppressed her compulsion. “Yes, Hereford, it’s true. Why
does it matter?”
“Ma’am, I have a daughter who was taken by the vampires, ma’am.”
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“Duchess Krystal is fine, Viscount, happy and fully bonded to the Duke. She has written
to you.”
Hereford colored. “I was afraid the vampires had made her write those things, ma’am.”
Amelia frowned slightly in concentration and Krystal appeared, also in Regimental dress.
“Hi, Daddy!”
Chuckles went round as Hereford got a crushing hug.
Baron de Ros nodded. “Which brings us to another point, Your Majesty. The Duke has
several Alphas and Primaries and hundreds of mates, breeding agreements with Patil, the
Veela, and Goblins?”
Krystal nodded and before the Queen spoke, she said, “Here—it’s easiest to show you.”
She switched forms between vampire, Warg, Veela, Goblin and Nightmare.
“But Krystal, you’re a Squib!”
Hereford got an impudent grin. “Not any more, Daddy—fringe benefits of bonding a
sorcerer.”
Baron Dormer watched the Veela and Goblins move silently into the theater. They
established blocking positions and a defense in depth of all exits.
“So we will not leave here alive, Your Majesty?”
Before Elizabeth could respond, Amelia Fastida heaved a great theatrical sigh. “Silly
mortal, if he wished you dead you would be. I am, after all, right here. You will not leave
here without being sworn or Obliviated of the memories of this meeting.”
“And if we leave without swearing, we are forfeit?”
“As the Queen has already told you, you are forfeit now. If you wish to be reinvested it
will be through my Master.”
The word Master, and the way she said it—coming from Amelia Fastida, one of the most
dangerous beings on the planet—somehow brought everything home.
Amelia continued dismissively, “Master is awake now and will be here soon. You are
free to talk amongst yourselves.”
Elizabeth looked at her. “Amelia!”
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“What? Your mortals are irritating me, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth shook her head.
As Elizabeth did not correct Amelia, the nobles did in fact begin talking amongst
themselves and with the already sworn.
Geoffrey and the elves began circulating with finger food and drinks. Harry and the other
mates, all in Regimental dress, faded into existence from where they had been holding
themselves invisible.
Harry was immediately the cynosure of everyone’s attention.
The Duke of Hamilton got in first. “Harry, your taxes are going to ruin me!”
“Bah! Try again, Angus. You’re rolling in money, you parsimonious penny-pincher. And
you pay less taxes than the Mundane.”
“Well! Feeling frisky this afternoon, are we?”
“And hungry. Let’s get you all sworn while Geoffrey lays a meal in the atrium for us.”
“Easy, tiger—errrh, Your Grace. We want to get to know you a little.”
“Apparently some more than others,” a grinning Daphne returned to Countess Mar’s slip.
Harry thought a moment and then stood, raising Nym, and led the way through the school
to the atrium.
The Goblin and Veela Regiments flowed along, sealing the flanks and rear. They did not
try to be subtle about it.
As they went, the Peers talked to the mates and Harry. Countess Mar oriented on Su Li.
“Aren’t you a tiny thing, and so very beautiful.”
Su smiled at her.
“What house are you in, Your Grace? Or did you go somewhere other than Hogwarts?”
“Ravenclaw, fifth year, yes we have, not yet but I’m hopeful, but we believe only the
magically mature will. We are fully bonded, more than ever even written about, and all
have achieved Masteries in the twelve normal magical fields and Alchemy. We will be
instructing here or at Hogwarts but living in Potter Castle. We will continue to train and
keep Voldemort in check. Poor Harry will have to rule Magical Briton and plans to
reform both the legal system and the employment system so that the most deserving,
hardest workers can rise to the top no matter what their blood status or species. We will
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provide the best education in the magical world here at the Royal Academy with the
College of Hogwarts serving the best five hundred of each year.”
Countess Mar pouted as Su answered her questions: had she been intimate with Harry,
was she pregnant, how was her bond, how deep was the bond, was she going to Hogwarts
still, what would she do then, where would they all live, and what was the Clan’s plan?
The Countess then laughed. “That takes all the fun out of it, Your Grace.”
The crowd around them laughed as they processed what Su had said.
“For that kind of fun you should talk to Bellatrix, Countess.” Su leaned in close and
whispered, “You need to learn Occlumency, Countess.”
“Margaret, please, Your Grace.”
Su smiled. “Su then, Margaret.”
They reached the atrium and Harry answered questions as they ate. He finally put down
his dessert fork.
“Okay—everybody ready?”
The nobles sat nervously. Harry sighed. “Okay, so what’s it going to take?”
“Duel us, Harry—not to the death, but let us get a feel.”
“Okay, Margaret, you all feel free to use whatever spell you want. I’ll use no spell higher
than fifth year.”
They grinned.
Suddenly the atrium was clear; a dueling shield went up and eighty-nine senior magical
nobles were at one end of a huge dueling area and Harry was at the other.
They wasted no time but began casting.
Harry wanted to try something, so he shielded them all except one Stunner. He absorbed
it and examined it. He found the white of raw magic and the light gold of Margaret’s
intent. He stripped the intent away and smiled happily.
“Hey, Nym, I can do the intent thing with their magic, too.”
“I saw, Harry.”
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“I’m going to let the shield down and start absorbing and stripping. Tell the Queen and
the others, would you?”
“Yes. Thank you for warning us, baby.”
“Harry, save the intent. We’ll use it to compare to the Dark magic. I’ll get a jar.”
“Sure, Emmeline. Okay, here we go.”
Harry let the shield down and after the first barrage of spells hit him, the nobles stopped
casting.
Harry, yet to get a wand out, hit them with a tickling charm and they all cast again. He
was hit again and they waited. Harry gave them all antlers. They fired back with more
serious spells now, intent on testing him. They waited again after their volley. Harry used
the Avis charm and they were covered in little birds. They upped the ante now, casting
truly harmful spells after a huddle. Harry easily stripped them all and then turned the
nobles green.
Another huddle and eighty-nine Sectumsempras gained them all a set of jellylegs.
Another huddle followed and then Hamilton, the apparent spokesman, asked, “Out of
curiosity, my liege, what can’t you absorb?”
Elizabeth smiled; the battle was won.
“I normally let the Death Eaters hit me with a Killing Curse or two. It makes them feel
better about losing. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to try it? I have an experiment I
want to complete.”
They blinked.
“Oh, no you don’t, Harry. We have more work to do before we try that.”
“Come on, ’Mione, they’re right here.”
He looked at Nym’s tightening face. “Never mind, we’ll do it your way.”
Hamilton was gaping, but he soon recovered. “Harry, how many Killing Curses have you
been hit with?”
Harry shrugged. Nym said, “A hundred and fifty-four.”
The nobles sat down right where they were. They watched as Emmeline approached
Harry with a crystal jar covered in runes. Harry held his hand over it and a golden mist
flowed into the jar.
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Angus had gotten up by now. “Harry, what is that mist?”
“It’s the intent behind the raw magic. I strip the intent off and absorb the raw magic.”
“That’s impossible, Harry.”
Harry just looked at him.
Margaret chuckled. “Apparently not.”
Harry shrugged. “Fast reflexes and power. Now if everyone is ready, we can take your
fealty oaths and then have some dinner. I’m sorry, but I missed breakfast and it was a
busy day and night yesterday.”
The nobles nodded and Harry thanked the Division.
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The nobles suddenly found themselves in the entry hall of Potter Castle, standing in ranks
in order of precedence.
The Queen, standing at the top of the great seal, called them forward in U.K. order
starting with Wellington. She called on the Realm and after it judged them worthy, she
stepped aside and Harry took their oath, called their familial weapon, and created them.
Nym called their familial Harness and passed it to their wives, or a Potter mate if they
were not married or bonded. The wife or mate girded them with their harness and they
stood aside.
Finally finished, Harry led the way to the dining room.
A very pleasant dinner was had as the nobles grew to know their liege.
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Crawley Manor
27 Dec 1995
11:00 a.m.
Lawrence entered the guest room and knelt.
Lord Voldemort looked over his most trusted minion. “Speak.”
“Master, there is indeed a large building or what appears to be a large building there. It
was impossible to tell from where we were due to the illusions cast.”
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As Lawrence spoke, Lord Voldemort probed him and saw the planted memories. Those
memories appeared to show what were mostly illusions covering dirt or mud.
So this purported Duke thought to best him with illusions. Well, he would see; a little
more healing and then he could start the onerous task of training these minions better.
Once that was complete, the reign of terror could begin. He would terrorize Britain,
annihilate this pretender, and then subjugate the world. Meanwhile he would spend his
time courting these old-world idiots. Soon he would begin Marking them. Perhaps it was
time he looked to the new world also.
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Potter Castle
27 Dec 1995
7:00 p.m.
Having had dinner, Harry was hemmed up in the sitting room with the vassals talking and
listening to their problems or opinions. He and Nym sat on a loveseat holding Juliet and
Julius with Amelia Fastida, Bellatrix, Allison, Beatrice, Eugenie, and Gabrielle in their
normal places at their feet.
Elizabeth watched as Harry impressed the wizards and charmed the pants off the
unbonded witches. The bonded witches slid into that protect-the-clan mode that all the
vassal witches developed.
Fortune leaned over. “He still has no clue.”
Elizabeth smiled a little Mona Lisa smile. “I know. It’s terribly endearing.”
The mothers laughed.
Sirius finally got “his” kids back at 8:00 p.m.
At his now normal 10:00 p.m. Harry made their excuses, told the new vassals to feel free
to stop by any time and stay as long as they liked, and led the bonded away.
The new vassals looked at each other and sighed. Then the chuckle started, graduating to
a full-blown laugh.
The Duke of Wellington finally said, “He has no idea, does he, ma’am?”
“And we like our Duke that way, Arthur. You are not to tell him.”
Ron looked puzzled. “About what, Your Grace?”
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“That he’s just done what even Arthur Pendragon could not. He has completely united
Magical Briton or eliminated the holdouts.”
“But Voldemort is still out there.”
“Spice, boy, spice. Harry can crush him like a bug whenever he wants.”
“So we have to live with the threat, but Harry is immune?”
Arthur looked at him. “You are a vassal, correct? If you get attacked, your liege will
know. Unless they kill you in the first instant, you have nothing to fear. At Harry’s level
of power I’m not sure he couldn’t raise you again even if they killed you, if he really
wanted to.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “He can’t. Be cautious, all of you. Don’t become
overconfident, and don’t turn to Darkness. You’ll find yourselves facing him for real if
you do.
“Harry will know if you’re attacked and he will respond. You are expected to be true
vassals to a feudal ruler, though. If he calls, you will fight—and die, if you must.”
They all nodded and the conversation turned back to other things. The men wandered
away to the study.
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Potter Castle
28 Dec 1995
Harry opened his eyes and looked at Chelsea Ravensworth. She said, “Gnnd mrnung,
Hrry.”
Her daughter Neoma smirked. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Mother.”
Harry dove into Chelsea’s mind and found it was her turn. Neoma was just along to
watch. She would wait for her turn.
Harry was amazed at the patience displayed by this teenager. Obviously he had a lot to
learn about the most recently bonded, but not now, he decided, as Chelsea grazed him
with her teeth. Harry stopped woolgathering and turned her inside out every way he knew
how. Chelsea missed PT.
Harry slid into breakfast with the lithe and powerful Anastasia, as per usual, and
showered the mates with kisses. The new vassals watched, amused.
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They had shown up at 6:00 a.m. and participated in PT. As with those before them, they
were amazed. They also strove to keep up as by now the first vassals, the courtiers, and
the government people were in good and improving condition. The new vassals were not
yet, but it focused their attention.
The bond settled and picked up the training/working on project routine. Hermione had
scheduled WEDDING for two hours a day.
Chu, Minerva, Aurora, Bathsheba, Marie, and Septima spent their time designing
schedules and preparing for testing.
Harry spent a lot of time with the new vassals and got to know them as they came to
know him.
Truth be told, Nym was glad to have him distracted as the wedding plans were driving
her crazy. She couldn’t imagine that a two-hour debate on shades of white, and who wore
which, would do him any good.
Nym had to smile to herself though, every so often, just before she screamed usually. She
would find herself faded away to somewhere, and his clumsy but improving attempts at a
romantic setting thrilled her. They didn’t always make love; sometimes he just held her.
Her favorite moment so far had been a combination. They had started out cuddling, in a
hammock of all things, as the sun went down. Harry had strung the hammock in the roof
garden between two trees that might have been grown for the purpose. They had ended
by making slow, passionate love completely enclosed in the hammock as Harry let the
edges go.
Other mates had other moments with Harry, too, but hers were special—well, at least to
her.
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Potter Castle
Roof Garden
29 Dec 1995
All the mates were present as Hedwig led the fledglings on their first flights. The
fledglings had changed from snowy down to coal-black and now were a mixture of white
and black.
The first flights were short and the landings comical, but the fledglings improved rapidly.
Within the week Hedwig was out with a mate or Harry every day teaching them to hunt.
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Potter Castle
31 Dec 1995
The party was huge; all the mates, vassals and their families, Royals, and government
officials were invited.
Dinner, drinks, dancing, and fun were had by all. At midnight the mates lined up and as
the clock struck midnight they passed Harry down the line using their vampire speed.
They cheered as they all got a kiss in before the last chime died.
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Crawley Manor
3 Jan 1996
Lord Voldemort was standing and walking now. He made his plans for gaining his
captured Death Eaters their freedom. Azkaban would not be easy, but he must make some
type of positive move. The old Dark families of Europe had as much as told him to prove
himself. They would pay once he had them Marked. He would make their slut wives and
daughters the objects of their initiation revel.
The paper was full of happy holiday drivel. He had to get started making his presence
known.
The front-page article was again about this new Royal Academy.
And where was Dumbledore? The old man simply could not be found.
No matter. “Crawley, have them do it again. Faster. Last one finished will have
displeased me.”
Lawrence and the Death Eaters shuddered; whether with exhaustion or fear was
impossible to know. Voldemort drove them like slaves, practising this spell string that
culminated in the Killing Curse. It was exhausting.
They began again. Bombarda, Expelliarmus, Incendio, Reducto, Sectumsempra, Avada
Kedavra.
Milo Freeman screamed as the Cruciatus hit him for being last.
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Potter Castle
4 Jan 1996
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Harry grew tired of the state of the mates. They were completely spun. Even Janet; he
had come to rely on her unflinching nerve in the face of this event as it surged down on
them.
Harry looked around and faded the mates away to the roof garden. The mothers screamed
in frustration. Harry did this every time there was the least tension. Grrr.
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Roof Garden
4 Jan 1996
“Harry, you can’t keep doing that, baby, it makes our mothers mad.”
“Turn about is fair play, Nym. They’re driving you all mad, which is driving me mad.”
“Harry!”
Harry dragged her to the grass and pulled her into his lap. “Just a few minutes, Nym.
They can live without us that long.”
Nym sighed and snuggled in.
Camille the current Veela breeding partner, watched in amusement. Harry was so
uncomplicated, he was complicated. Or maybe you just had to focus entirely on the mates
as he did.
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Glastonbury Abbey
5 Jan 1996
Baron Fellowes was having a hard day. Up well before dawn to start the arrangements, he
was now very tired and it was just after sunrise.
The bonded had been created and now the hand-fasting would begin. He had been
amazed when the Queen had called on the Realm and the enchantments on the Abbey had
faded, revealing the building in all its glory. Even more amazing were the Benedictine
monks still occupying the Abbey.
The Obliviators from the Ministry of Magic were going to be busy removing the building
and monks from people’s memories, but that was Lady Longbottom’s problem as Acting
Minister while Duchess Amelia was being hand-fasted.
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The Monks had acquiesced to the Queen without question. While Tony could not
reconcile a—well, a pagan ceremony conducted by the leader of the Anglican Church in
a Catholic Abbey, the Abbot had smiled when he and the mothers’ delegation had spoken
to him and he and the monks dove in with a will.
Now as the sun fully rose so did the chanting the monks had been doing. The chant took
on a definite jubilant timbre.
As the mist cleared, the Holy Thorn could be seen blooming and an ethereal light lit the
Abbey, emanating from the huge monolith that the entire east end—sanctuary, altar, and
all—seemed to be carved from.
Tony’s magical colleagues informed him that the monolith was the cynosure of many ley
lines, and at this point Tony wasn’t asking questions any more.
Harry arrived and slowly made his way down the center of the nave. On the spot where
Arthur’s body supposedly lay, a bright, blue-tinged light swelled from the ground and
Harry, looking stunned, stopped.
For a moment the world held its breath and then a thoughtful looking Harry proceeded
down the center of the nave and took his place to the right of the altar.
The Queen stood behind the altar and watched with knowing eyes and a little Mona Lisa
smile.
On the altar two hundred fifty-six pieces of heavy silk cord lay glowing, half of each a
smug pink color to Harry’s eye, with the other half being a stupidly happy blue.
The chant changed slightly and Nym started down the center of the nave on Ted’s arm
with Andromeda following. The assembled crowd moaned softly. She was gorgeous,
unveiled, dressed in the brightest white silk imaginable, and she literally glowed.
At the spot where Harry had been stopped, a glow reached up from the ground and
coalesced around Nym. This glow had a slightly pink cast and Harry let out a low
chuckle. Elizabeth shot him a glare.
After the glow faded Nym approached the altar on Ted’s arm and stopped.
Elizabeth spoke. “Nymphadora Tonks, do you enter this union without reservation and
under no coercion?”
“I do.”
“Who offers this woman into the protection of Harry James Potter?”
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Ted swallowed but clearly said. “I. Ted Tonks, her father, offer my daughter into the
protection of Harry James Potter.”
Nym stepped to the left of the altar and extended her hands. Harry took them in a crossed
grip and Ted and Andromeda lay one of the cords across their hands.
Elizabeth spoke again. “We have come together here in celebration of the joining
together of Nymphadora Tonks and Harry James Potter. There are many things to say
about marriage. Much wisdom concerning the joining together of two souls has come our
way through all paths of belief, and from many cultures. With each union, more
knowledge is gained and more wisdom gathered. Though we are unable to give all this
knowledge to these two who stand before us, we can hope to leave with them the
knowledge of love and its strengths and the anticipation of the wisdom that comes with
time.
“The law of life is love unto all beings. Without love, life is nothing; without love, death
has no redemption. Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation and the
exponent of earth. If we learn no more in life, let it be this.
“Marriage is a bond to be entered into only after considerable thought and reflection. As
with any aspect of life, it has its cycles, its ups and its downs, its trials and its triumphs.
With full understanding of this, Harry and Nymphadora have come here today to be
joined as one in marriage.
“Above you are the stars, below you are the stones. As time doth pass, remember...like a
stone should your love be firm; like a star should your love be constant. Let the powers of
the mind and of the intellect guide you in your marriage, let the strength of your wills
bind you together, let the power of love and desire make you happy, and the strength of
your dedication make you inseparable. Be close, but not too close. Possess one another,
yet be understanding. Have patience with one another, for storms will come, but they will
pass quickly.
“Be free in giving affection and warmth. Have no fear and let not the ways of the
unenlightened give you unease.
“Harry, I have not the right to bind thee to Nymphadora; only you have this right. If it be
your wish, say so at this time.”
Harry smiled brilliantly. “It is my only wish.”
Elizabeth smiled. “Nymphadora, I have not the right to bind thee to Harry; only you have
this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time.”
Nymphadora’s smile equaled Harry’s. “It is my fondest wish.”
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Elizabeth, smiling, continued. “By the power vested in me by the Realm of Merlin, I now
pronounce you husband and wife. May your love so endure that its flame remains a
guiding light unto you.”
The sanctuary and altar exploded in a brilliant white light. When it faded, the silk cord
was glowing and tied around their clasped hands. It slowly faded into them.
Harry pulled Nym to him and delivered a scorching kiss. Nym returned his kiss and then
amidst cheers she withdrew to a position behind Harry.
Sarah, on her husband’s arm, was next and had moved down the nave as the ceremony
proceeded.
This had caused a tremendous amount of angst amongst the government and courtiers.
The controversy was finally quelled when Elizabeth assembled them and turned the
Realm on them.
They would not question her or Harry again.
After Sarah the Primaries, in order of bonding, and then the rest of the mates, also in
order of bonding, were hand-fasted. Lily Ravensworth was last, at four in the afternoon.
Harry immediately faded the bonded back to Potter Castle along with Andrew.
Andrew stayed at the Castle as the pack ran. Harry faded them from one potential Riddle
supporter’s property to the next, and they reconned the properties fully.
The Queen and the other Royals, courtiers, vassals, and other guests went home for the
next few days and left the bonded alone. Sirius took the nanny elves, Juliet and Julius and
Charles Loftus Potter and Richard Erskine Potter, and flooed to a sparkling Grimmauld
Place.
Geoffrey had figured out that the Hogwarts elves were bound to Rowena and therefore
Harry, and had taken them over too. There were now enough elves and enough work to
keep everything and everyone happy.
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The Royal Academy
13 Jan 1996
08:00
The mates, instructors, Royals, vassals, courtiers, government, Division, elves, and Time-
Turners were in place. The Portkeys had been sent. And exactly on time the Portkeys
activated.
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The Royal Academy filled with students, and Roxanne and Rowena could be seen
smiling dreamily in an odd sort of double exposure from Hermione and Susan’s faces, at
least by their bonded.
Chu’s face smiled from 1103 monitors in classrooms or labs and three prison cells
(Amelia Bones was administering the test to Crabbe, Goyle, and Chambers) as she
greeted the students. “Good morning, gentle beings. This morning we shall start testing
your knowledge to see where you are to be placed and in what grade.”
Harry was not as satisfied as he could be; he had not been successful in convincing the
Merpeople to send their children, and the centaurs were being very difficult. He was
trying to do it by courting them rather than dominating them, but it wasn’t looking good.
Chu continued. “On the desk in front of you you will find a test booklet, parchment, and
self-inking quill. Please read the booklet and answer the questions on the parchment
provided. Put your name in the top left corner of the parchment.
“Answer as many questions as you can. Do not be discouraged if you come to a point
where you cannot answer any more questions; the test is designed to place you from first
grade through Masters programs. Please feel free to ask your instructor any question
pertaining to test administration or question clarification that you have.”
This had been a major project. The booklets started at preschool caliber questions in all
areas of magic and Mundane knowledge and worked their way through doctorate level.
They were linked to the parchment, which was anti-cheating spelled; it was imbued with
the ability to self-grade the mostly multiple choice questions, and it auto-scrolled through
the answer sections so that the answer block matched the displayed question in the
booklet. The first grade was tested orally by the instructors also.
“You will be staying here for the next three days in a Time-Turned environment as you
are tested and sorted. The Sorting Hat will come round with an elf and be placed on your
head while you are testing. Test results may be appealed and your instructors will answer
your questions related to the process. Your instructors will introduce you to the elf your
class will share and show you your temporary quarters. They will also cover the rules of
the Royal Academy with you as well as your initial schedules. Your Heads of House will
be introduced to you, as will your Hogwarts or Royal Academy Assistant Head of
House.”
The rules review had been another huge project. Ironing out Head of House positions and
the Hogwarts or Royal Academy assistants had been the simple part. A thousand years of
rules filling three tomes had been distilled to the Founders’ original rules and the gems
gleaned from the remaining eight hundred fifty years.
“Once placed in grade and House, you will be sworn not to reveal the location of the
Royal Academy and the College of Hogwarts, and the Hogwarts students will be moved
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to Hogwarts. Do your best on the test and try not to be nervous. The test will begin in
three minutes. Good luck.”
Sarah took control of the mates with Time-Turners and when they told her they were
ready the Royal Academy and all its occupants were Turned.
Chu looked at Harry and Nym from her position next to them on the stage of the packed
auditorium.
“Fourteen thousand, five hundred and sixty-five, Harry.”
Harry blinked.
Chu chuckled and waved her hand at the packed auditorium. “Many adult day students,
Harry. It will be fine.”
“The Ducal House!” the Hat shouted from where Clem had placed it on the first student’s
head. Clem noted the name and House and waved at the student. A Potter badge appeared
on the very full breast of thirty-two-year-old Scarlett Lokens. She smiled enormously and
kept on with the test, hoping she placed well enough to undertake her Charms mastery.
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The testing lasted until 12:00 with a five-minute break every hour. At 12:00 the students
were shepherded to the commons, where huge screens at the front of each common
showed a table full of instructors, many of them they recognized.
Chu smiled at them. “Please lend your attention while you eat and I will introduce your
Heads of House. First let me introduce His Grace, The Duke of Magic, Harry James
Potter.” Harry nodded.
“And his Alpha Wives, Duchess of Magic Nymphadora Tonks Potter—” Nym nodded—
“and Sarah, the Duchess of York and Magic—” Sarah nodded— “your Patrons.
“The Headmistress of Hogwarts: Duchess Minerva McGonagall Potter.” Minerva stood,
smiled a moment and sat, setting the precedent that would be followed by all the
Professors.
“In charge of the Lions of Gryffindor, Hogwarts DADA Professor Duchess Marie
Crouching Cougar Potter; Assistant Head and resident Royal Head of Gryffindor, DADA
Professor Duchess Katie Bell Potter.”
Gasps ran around the older students. The rumors were true—a multiple bonding. They
were going to be even more surprised soon.
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“Head of the Eagles of Ravenclaw, and Assistant Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor
Filius Flitwick; Assistant Head of Ravenclaw and resident Royal Head, Runes Professor
Duchess Hestia Jones Potter.
“Head of the Badgers of Hufflepuff and Hogwarts Herbology Professor, Pomona Sprout;
Assistant Head and resident Royal Head of Hufflepuff, mediwitch and Magical Business
Professor, Duchess Anna Abbott Potter.
“Head of the Ducal House and Hogwarts Transfiguration Professor, Duchess Hermione
Granger Potter. Her Assistant and resident Royal Head of the Ducal House, Charms
Professor Duchess Susan Bones Potter.
“Last, but by no means least, in charge of the Serpents of Slytherin, Hogwarts Astronomy
Professor Duchess Aurora Sinistra Potter. Her Assistant Head and resident Royal Head of
Slytherin, Duchess Emmeline Vance Potter.”
Cheers rang round the Royal Academy.
“Your Heads of House and their Assistant Heads will have a meeting tonight at 6:00 p.m.
and you will be told what is expected of your House. Do not forget what is expected of
all citizens of Magical Briton: integrity and honor.”
Chu stopped talking and the images on the screens began shifting between wide-screen
shots of all twenty-six common areas and the great hall at Hogwarts, one every fifteen
seconds. The Merperson common was like looking in an aquarium, although there were
no Merpeople yet.
Harry finished lunch and sat looking over the crowd in the undergrad second floor
common. He was also taking in what the mates and other Professors were seeing.
Danielle Fortescue screwed up her courage—her House was named after him, after all.
As Harry’s eyes swept over her she said, “Your Grace, obviously you are in a multiple
bonding. Would you mind telling us how many are involved?”
The question focused the schools attention and the monitors went to the head table.
“Well, we knew they’d ask.”
“Yep. Still, admit and take oaths or Obliviate, right, Nym?”
“Yes, Harry.”
“Two Alphas, seven Primary wives, two hundred forty-four wives, and three slaves. So
far.”
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Danielle’s mind went a little blank. The numbers kept running through her mind. And
that “so far” with the sexy little smirk, mmmmmm.
Nym chuckled. “You broke her, Harry.”
“She asked, Nym.”
Marcia appeared and ran her wand over Danielle. “She’s fine, just stunned her.”
The rest of the school wasn’t far behind and the whispers started immediately.
Harry sighed. “Excuse me.” The monitor snapped to him. “I am fully bound to all these
women. No nasty little rumors will be tolerated. If you have a question, ask it. Do not
repeat rumor; come to the source.”
Danielle had recovered. “Are you planning on bonding more, Your Grace?”
“Danielle, I wasn’t planning on bonding these. You know how this works. I have no
control over it. If I bond more, I bond more. My Alphas are fairly certain that I will only
bond very few any more.”
Richard Thorton a Slytherin undergrad, asked, “Your Grace, is it also true you have
breeding agreements with the Veela Nation, Goblin Nation, and some eastern wizarding
houses whose custom allows this?”
Harry thought a moment. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do. After today each house gets to ask
one question a day about me at dinner time. We will compile the answers in a selfupdating
book that will have a copy in every House common room. Before you ask a
question, make sure it hasn’t already been answered. Richard, the answer to your
question is yes.”
Nym put in, “Ladies, if you wish a mating, see me or the Duchess of York. Your assigned
house-elf will schedule the appointments.”
Harry smiled at her as one hundred hands shot down.
“Now, Richard, watch.”
Harry left the table and moved to the open space in front. He shifted between all his
forms. The school was stunned.
“When I change forms, I am that form. To answer your question, I have breeding
agreements with several races and one wizarding house. My Alphas negotiate all
breeding rights as it is their right and duty.”
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Harry smiled. “Okay, that looks like all for today, then. Talk among yourselves and we’ll
have question time at dinner again tomorrow.”
The first day was a success.
At 8:00 p.m. in the sitting room of the Castle the mates relaxed and discussed their day.
The Royals, courtiers, and vassals had watched through repeating monitors in the theater.
Hermione looked at Harry. “The unbonded Ducal House girls are all going to want a
breeding eventually.”
They all laughed as Harry cursed the Hat, violently.
“Harry! Language!”
Harry glared at her. She smiled at him and, big softy that he was, he visibly melted.
Chuckles went round.
Harry sighed. “Anything else?”
“Harry, as of right now it looks like each House will get about 2913 students apiece
spread across all years. The Hat is amazingly happy and fair, with the Potter House
getting the students who show near-equal divisions of all House traits.”
“He told me it had always been a problem, Chu. He seems to think there always should
have been a fifth House.”
“Harry, Hogwarts will be ready to take five hundred per year, a hundred per House, for a
total of 3500 sixth through twelfth years.”
“Thank you, Rowena.”
“Harry, we have 10138 first through twelfth years, 4427 undergraduate and graduate
students. The Royal Academy will have about 857 per grade in first thru fifth and 357 in
sixth through twelfth. Of course, all of the undergrad and grad students will be at the
Royal Academy.”
“What about the no-shows, Chu?”
“My area, Harry. As soon as we're uptime the letters will go out followed by the Aurors.
Remember a significant portion of them are going to be us—the bonded.”
“Thanks, Amelia, and oh yeah, right.”
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Harry grinned and the conversation shifted mainly to results of examinations and trend
analysis.
They went to bed at 10 p.m.
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The Royal
High school eleventh grade common
14 Jan 1996
Harry laughed. Riddle had raided Azkaban “successfully” for both sides really—no
Auror casualties, one hundred eleven simacrula killed in “action”. The Dementors were
siding with Riddle, but that was fine. It gave Harry exactly the excuse he needed to get
rid of the foul creatures for good and all.
The students in the second floor high school common room looked at the table at the head
of the room. Harry Potter laughing had been a rarity.
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Crawley Manor
14 Jan 1996
Lord Voldemort was pleased: nine powerful Death Eaters had been freed, and half the
Auror force taken out. The idiots had continued to send in their pitiful reinforcements in
spite of his Death Eaters’ powerful casting, the fools.
If this was the best he had to face, then perhaps he didn’t need the old families after all.
That would be good. He could take Britain and then France. He would gobble up Europe
one country at a time. Not like that fool Grindlewald, fighting three fronts at a time.
Lawrence was in a happy mood. Lord Voldemort was pleased. They had destroyed the
Aurors; what a joke they were.
These Death Eaters from Azkaban, though—Merlin, they were weak and in bad
condition. They were bottomless pits he was having to pour potions down, expensive
potions.
On top of that they were already acting superior. Bah! Where had they been when he had
saved the Dark Lord?
Maybe a little judicious poison—errh, potion use was in order.
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Ministry of Magic
MLE
Auror break room
14 Jan 1996
“You should have seen it, thirty of the bastards casting those weak-ass strings. We could
have smoked them easy.”
“Except for those AKs, Johnson.”
“Hell, Smythe, those were so weak I think I could have pulled a Potter.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t see you charging in. I saw you hiding and pushing simacrula in
there.”
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Holly Vale
Scotland
14 Jan 1996
Cindy Wallace looked around the frozen dooryard of the three-room stone and turf
cottage, exasperated. One year as an Auror and she was on truant duty, in the middle of a
war. At least she wasn’t alone. Bill Hendricks was a good-looking wizard; nice to have
nice scenery while they were checking on these kids. Plus the other three teams that were
out here somewhere.
These were just like the last two; poor Muggle parents didn’t know their kid was magical
and hadn’t believed the letter they received via the Muggle post. Well, they were sorted
now. The lad would be ready for pickup by a Potter elf tomorrow at 7 a.m.
On to the next of nineteen remaining. Morgana, what a day.
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High Security Ward
14 Jan 1997
Dumbledore was happy. He was as fully recovered as he was going to get, and his
research had led him to the points where he considered he had made critical mistakes.
The letters of apology had had their desired effect, and surprisingly seemed to help him
feel better.
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His new project was to attempt to predict what Voldemort would do next. He knew that
the parchment he was using was recording parchment, and since that young mediwitch
who brought it had Harry’s aura surrounding hers he knew they were bonded. If he could
get ahead of Voldemort and give Harry useful intelligence and advice he could start
worming—errrh, working his way back into control.
He hoped Harry was on the other end of the parchments. He hesitated to ask Ms. Marcia,
though, since he might be wrong.
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The bond continued to settle and Nym’s and the older mates’ bellies continued to swell.
Harry was in heaven.
They had not forgotten Riddle, but he had been relegated to a small corner of their
consciousness as they shifted magical Britain toward the twentieth century. Harry had
hoped for the twenty-first, but even the Queen sadly shook her head, conceding it might
not be possible.
In February the centaur females who were in compulsion for Harry, led by a female
named Evenstar, took their foals and left the herd. Bane was left the leader of a twelvecentaur
herd of traditional males.
Bane would not be reasoned with and he could not be forced to join Riddle.
Bane heard their screams of pleasure as Harry the centaur took Evenstar and the other
centaur mares again and again at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Unlike the Nightmares, it was not quick; it was more like a human mating. Harry the
centaur was still enormous, however. He did size himself for them as he did his other
mates.
Bane ran to the sound, and in the ensuing struggle for dominance Bane and his bachelor
herd were killed.
The wizarding realm dropped into a contented kind of money-making burst of activity as
Voldemort and his thugs were laughed at or beaten on.
Several times Knockturn Alley had been the scene of pitched battles between Dark
elements as Riddle’s followers attempted to establish dominance. They had neither the
money nor the power. The Aurors let the battles run their course and simply kept the
fights contained to Knockturn Alley. Harry and the younger bonded would sweep into the
Alley and Harry would give the coup de grace after the mates interrogated the survivors.
Harry would then cast the Praedia Bellica. The Prophet gleefully reported the battles and
casualty counts.
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The Death Eaters did take a few losses before they learned to leave certain people’s
homes alone. The wardstone sets had nasty tempers. One Death Eater was famously stuck
in the ward at Longacre for almost a fortnight, and even Harry couldn’t get him out.
William, finally tiring of the moaning after a week or so pushed him farther in with a
long pole and the wards Vanished him to no one knew where.
Michelle Wood, a hit wizard, had been promoted to Chief Auror and the training
requirement in the department was increased exponentially. Daily memory dumps to
recording Pensieves were not unusual. Those who objected were shown the door.
Alastor took over as the chief trainer; he was merciless.
The Division kept training, limiting their exercises to Saturdays.
One Saturday in March Hannah and the other herbology-inclined mates took Pomona
Sprout to the Hufflepuff vault and began recovering enough of every stasis-protected
seed to start a crop of them and, with the help of the Herbology classes, filled the wedges
of the Royal Academy and the greenhouses of Hogwarts with supposedly extinct plants.
The Potions-inclined mates and students were ecstatic; Narcissa would actually wax
poetic over the money they would make, but Harry felt sure it was her hormones raging.
Vincent Crabbe and Greg Goyle were sorted into the Ducal House, much to Harry’s
chagrin. This was probably due to his binding them to the house for life after an
evaluation team from the facility in the States had said they were incurable. The binding
left the two fourth grade Royal Academy students insanely loyal and diligent in their
studies and work habits. Their mothers and Harry were all very pleased.
The Basilisk hide from the Chamber was given to the Masters school technomancer
armorer’s class and they fashioned breast- and back-plates for the mature mates. Much
speculation was done about which set of measurements went with which mate until the
Ducal House girls heard about it and a few beatings happened in stairwells.
Chu and Minerva convinced Harry not to intervene as long as the beatings were not too
severe.
During this period Harry spent some time with the Chair of Magical Transportation,
teaching her and her staff all he knew about the “fading”. Xiomara Hooch was overjoyed
and exhausted when she finally got it. Not everyone was going to be able to do it.
Harry also started perusing the memories from the vault, one a night, when he had time.
They were home/family kinds of things: weddings, childbirths, parties—like a home
movie collection, really. Well, like Hermione’s parents anyway. Some of them were
significant, though, and contained spells and other material that the mates took on as
projects and then, when proved out, added to the growing Potter grimoire.
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Also negotiations began with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang over which students would
be attending the Royal, this after some desperate searching in the first days had
uncovered a language spell that helped the student learn English, but had the downside of
giving a massive headache.
Chu had begun interviewing more teachers for those two schools and Harry had started
reviewing plans to expand them and link them to the Royal Academy systems. The
curricula requirements in Mundane Europe were fortunately very similar. Of course that
meant the magical curricula requirements were completely different and a major bone of
contention in the negotiations—well, that and national/school pride.
Gillian Shepherd’s granddaughters, true to her prediction, ended up in the Hogwarts
Ducal House, Bailee in sixth form and Janae in fourth form.
There were now three divisions of Quidditch. Juniors for first through fifth grades played
on training brooms with restricted Quaffles, Bludgers, and Snitches, and a larger set of
goals. Each House fielded two teams, and the ten teams vied for supremacy in a full
season and a single elimination tournament. Play was rough as they developed their
skills, but it was a lot of fun to watch and the kids had a blast.
Junior Varsity for sixth through ninth grades played unrestricted but with a cushioned
field, and each House fielded a team from each school. They also played a full schedule
and tournament.
Varsity for ninth through twelfth grades was the same.
The undergrads and graduate students had their own league which played by professional
rules, essentially adding five professional teams to the circuit.
That negotiation had nearly led Harry to kill the Pro Quidditch Association board. In the
end he had just ordered them to comply and in a surprise move they beamed at him and
did.
The Holyhead Harpies negotiated for breeding rights for their players and Nym granted
the privilege. Harry found himself in bed with a pro Quidditch player once a week for the
next fourteen weeks.
The other teams cried foul and were told that as soon as one of their players was able to
conceive a child they would be considered. The all-male teams shrugged helplessly and
dropped the issue. The female players from the mixed teams stepped forward and gave
their blood samples.
As spring broke, football, rugby, and cricket were added to the athletics. The mews were
filled with students’ personal mounts and the bridle paths were very busy. Occasionally a
mate could be seen riding the gigantic Hell Stallion or one of the Nightmares. It never
failed to be an awe-inspiring sight.
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Fifth and seventh years dreaded the approaching OWLs and NEWTs and their instructors
worked with them any time they asked.
Griselda Marchbanks dreaded the upcoming test too, and ask for and received assistance
in designing and testing a method of testing similar to the placement test from the
education department of the university.
Harry assisted Amelia Fastida with establishing dominance over the western vampire
clans and her clan in the east. Viktor and Marcus’s clan were left in the dark. Amelia
Fastida and the vampire mates began watching over Selene, Michael Corwin, and Lucien
on Luna’s guidance, however.
Amelia Fastida’s pregnancy was indeed a trial, as Griselda had predicted. Zsuzsa glowing
her way through hers did nothing to improve Amelia’s peevishness at being fat and ugly.
Harry finally dragged her down like a gazelle in the roof garden and fully convinced her
that she was the sexiest he had ever seen her, several times.
Daphne put her foot down on the third day of Harry shagging Amelia Fastida every spare
moment and forced her to admit that she was mostly just horny.
Amelia Fastida was not alone. In the second trimester all the pregnant mates were almost
insatiable. Harry was exhausted but extremely happy. He developed a perpetual goofy
grin.
Negotiations with the Merfolk had finally begun in earnest. Harry had figured out the
transformation. Well, he figured it out when he finally touched Muriel, not her real name
but close enough in what humans were capable of hearing. He made the change and that
helped tremendously. That she was the Princess Royal had helped also.
The Mer King had visited the Royal Academy and had been impressed. The sticking
point now was breeding rights. Muriel, who had made the shift to human, was adamant
that Harry had to impregnate all the females so they would be his slaves. Harry was
trying to get the concept of free cooperation across but it wasn’t working. Oh well, the
king had agreed to use the school and teach the curriculum they developed. He had also
sworn fealty unasked.
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Potter Castle
Ducal Apartments
2 June 1996
Nym faded in, with the exhausted Harry leaning on her. She let him down on the bed and
Vanished his clothes.
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The Asian werewolf packs had decided to resist. They had launched a well planned and
executed ambush with their combined forces. It had been a long night as Harry freed the
Alpha Warg and it went on a berserker killing spree. He and the pack had killed
thousands.
Those Alphas ganging up on the heavily pregnant Nym and Hestia, Sarah, and the other
Primaries while Harry had been busy with a hundred of their Betas had launched him into
the frenzy, taking the clan with him. Their tactic, while sound against werewolves, had
been a mistake.
In the end Harry and the Clan had just started killing. The mates worked in pairs and
Harry just grabbed werewolves and bit whatever part of them he grabbed, shearing
through everything with his massive jaws.
Nym, Sarah, and the Primaries had put down the Alphas, but by then it was too late. The
frenzy was on. Not even Nym could reach Harry as he had not only freed the Warg but
submerged himself in it.
The only werewolves left in Asia were the few loners that had not been present. Harry
had hunted down the loners present one by one before dawn and killed them too. Harry
was tired to the point of exhaustion, as all the mates were, but both he and they were
fiercely proud of what they had done.
The clan would never face serious werewolf opposition again.
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Ministry of Magic
Department of Mysteries
4 June 1996
Lord Voldemort was ecstatic. The trip into the Ministry had been arduous and he had lost
several Death Eaters, but they had prevailed and killed hundreds. Now he had the
Prophecy, too.
“Crawley, I have what I came for. Let’s go. Kill the wounded on the way out.”
Lawrence bowed. “Yes, my lord.”
Lawrence was now the feared Lieutenant of Lord Voldemort. He gave the orders and
they headed back to the lobby to get out of the anti-Apparation wards they had cast.
He could swear he heard that snickering noise again that had been plaguing him for
months.
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Amber stifled her snickering. These latest simacrula made those Mundane slasher movies
the younger mates had started watching and laughing at look like tea parties. The things
literally exploded with blood and began screaming hideously if even touched with magic.
It was completely artless, but these Death Eaters seemed to enjoy it.
She would be grateful when Harry finally let her and her bondmates show these amateurs
how to terrorize. She could still taste the delicious smell of terror those Asian werewolves
had emitted when Harry called all their Wargs up and released them on the werewolves.
She felt nothing but joy in killing hundreds of them personally after they had attacked the
Alphas, her heavily pregnant Alpha, and Primaries. The fools had thought to submit after
they tried their cowardly attack. Well, no werewolf would ever try that again. Already the
legend had spread back to the Goblins; apparently it had not been only lone werewolves
watching.
It had been decided to let Voldemort have the Prophecy as they were sure Dumbledore
had been at least partially right. The power that Riddle “knew not” was in fact love, both
the ability to love and the ability to be loved. Harry had already assumed that power from
his beloved mates, two sentient stones and the Realm, and it was too late for Voldemort
to do anything about it.
Besides, Luna said Voldemort would never figure out what the power was and it would
drive him spare.
The scouts’ recorded memories of Riddle posturing and torturing his Death Eaters were
an endless source of amusement for the bonded, like a horribly overacted melodrama
from the telly. The reaction to the Prophecy would be a classic.
Oops, there they went; better fade to Crawley Manor and catch the rest of the act.
“Johnson, who told you to kill those Death Eaters?”
“It wasn’t me, Smythe. The idiots hit each other.”
“Chief Woods is going to go spare. We were supposed to let them in and out and give
them these hundred fifty simacrula to kill, not kill them.”
“I’m telling you, Smythe, it wasn’t me. I watched them as they went through. I saw two
of them hit these nine others with AKs. It looked like ill-disciplined fire to me.”
“All right, Johnson, let’s write it up and you can turn in your memory with it. Maybe
we’ll get out of this okay.”
Smythe kicked the Death Eater corpse he was looking at. “Stupid purebloods can’t do
anything right.”
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“It’s the inbreeding.”
Smythe nodded, totally forgetting he was a pureblood.
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The Royal Academy
Sports grounds
5 June 1996
The indentured prisoners, bonded freemen, and the Clan elves finished getting the sports
fields ready for the end-of-year ball. The Duke had been working with them and he
provided a ploughman’s lunch. Great chap, the Duke; worked like a dog, just like they
did. Strong as an ox he was, too.
This was over and above the jobs they all got either working the land he owned or in one
of his enterprises somewhere. The wives weren’t left out, either; plenty of work at a fair
wage for all. Best thing an honest man could do for himself or his family was swearing
as the Duke’s man.
And they were all invited to the ball with their wives and kids. The wives had been in a
tizzy all week, but it was worth it.
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The Royal Academy
Sports Grounds
5 June 1996
5 p.m.
Harry looked out at the crowd from the podium on the bandstand.
“Welcome, one and all, to the end-of-year ball.” He smiled as some in the crowd
chuckled at his little rhyme.
“What a year it has been. For those of you leaving twelfth year or finishing university, I
hope to see you at university or your apprenticeships and jobs come September and I
wish you well in all your endeavors.”
“For those of you returning next year, well, I just hope we can do as well as they’ve done.
Lets give them all a round of applause.”
The applause was deafening.
“Now, as I have stood here entirely too long, please let me introduce the Hogwarts choir
and go find my lovely wife for a dance.”
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Some wag shouted, “Or two hundred fifty-seven.”
She was saved by the choir. Or not, as the case was. Harry had seen Scarlet and later took
her on the dance floor and as he danced with her he let Nym feel her.
“Yep, but it will be a while. Early next term, I’d say. We’ll watch her.”
“Okay, Nym.”
It was a great party.
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Lorelie was delivered of a beautiful baby girl she named Nicoletta on the twenty-third of
June.
Nym was delivered of Lily and James Potter on the thirtieth of June. It was an
unremarkable delivery, if you didn’t count the father constantly changing between very
aggressive, hyper-active, deadly magical forms including a Nundu and a Dragon. Marcia
swatting Harry the Nundu over the nose with a roll of parchment and chasing him from
the bedroom he was almost filling brought Andrew to tears of laughter; the Dragon
finished Andrew off, and Marcia swatted him and chased him away to get rid of the
howling. The Dragon curled up in the corner and pouted; Marcia threw up her hands and
let him stay.
The Death Eaters had all been scooped up and questioned and then Obliviated dozens of
times. The bonded felt a little sorry for them as every time they saw them they were in
worse shape from Riddle’s constant torture of them.
Hestia was delivered of Jonathan and Molly Potter on the seventh of July and after that
the of-age mates began delivering a week or so apart. Harry was almost never in human
form.
The old European families had sworn fealty to Harry one by one as Riddle’s insanity
became more and more apparent.
By the week of Harry’s birthday Riddle was literally foaming at the mouth and constantly
making grandiose speeches and torturing the remaining Death Eaters. He couldn’t figure
out the Prophecy and his private rantings seemed to indicate that he thought it meant
Harry would win.
The younger mates made a memory recording of his funnier rants and ran it on a
continuous loop.
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Harry’s birthday bash on July thirty-first was the party of the year. They had it by the
lake on the beach.
The main entertainment was Nym’s longsuffering tolerance of Harry spun up to ten
thousand RPMs and attacking anything that moved near her, Lily, James, or any of the
other children or mates. She kept swatting him with her staff and saying, “Down, boy; sit,
stay.”
Hestia, Amelia Bones, Marie, and Chu sighed and rolled their eyes along with Nym.
Harry was in fact a complete hovering dad.
Several innocent leaves and patches of grass were vaporized along with a beachball that
Harry maintained had moved with intent.
Sirius was highly upset over his beachball being melted.
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Diagon Alley
3 Aug 1996
On August third Harry was walking in Diagon Alley with Darya when they heard the
pops of Apparation—lots of pops.
Harry turned and there was Riddle.
“Kneel to your Master, boy,” Riddle called in his high-pitched voice.
“Riddle, didn’t Wormtail do the ritual right? You sound like you don’t have any balls.”
“Arrrr! Avada Kedavra!”
Harry didn’t even dodge. “Damn, Riddle, that was weak. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“AVADA KEDAVRA!”
Harry smiled as the huge, bright neon-green bolt hit him. “Better, Tom, but why do you
have to yell?”
“ARRRRARRAAGH!” The bolt of raw magic with the Dark twisting through it hit Harry’s
hand. He struggled a little, but the intent was still the same.
Nym and the mates appeared. “Harry, stop playing and kill it. It’s time for the babies’
nap.”
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Harry turned to Nym and Voldemort cast again. The large crowd that had gathered
watched in horror as Harry pulled the magic to himself somehow. Next they saw Riddle
in what appeared to be a large crystal box.
“Okay, Nym, I’ll come back and we’ll judge him and his little monkeys later.”
Tulip appeared. “Tulip will put the babies down, Mistress.”
Nym nodded and gave Tulip the babies.
Nym announced, “The Court of the Duke of Magic is now in session.”
Harry waved and a Petrified Riddle landed in the street.
Hermione stepped up and while Ginny and Daphne pried Riddle’s mouth open she
administered twelve drops of Veritaserum. Susan produced the parchment and quill.
Susan questioned him as the crowd listened. They stopped and administered Veritaserum
two more times.
Riddle continued to spew.
The crowd ooohed and awed.
Lawrence Crawley and the Death Eaters were interrogated at the same time.
The other mates moved the captured Death Eaters into the street. Aurors moved in to
control the crowd.
Harry sat in a chair he had conjured. Nym sat in the one he had conjured beside it. Soon it
was over.
“Thomas Riddle, you have been found to be a supporter of the Dark. You will be
executed if you survive the removal of the Dark Marks from the fourteen of my mates so
Marked.”
Harry held out his hand and the three remaining Horcruxes appeared on Riddle’s chest.
Another wave and Riddle was encased in a block of crystal.
“The rest of you Death Eaters will be executed now.”
The crowd gasped as the mates lined the Death Eaters up and silence reigned as Harry
went down the line. Hestia read the Death Warrant and Harry hit them with the
Bombarda, vaporizing them, and then cast the Praedia Bellica. When the Death Eaters
started screaming in terror, Nym silenced them and they continued. Adolphus Lestrange
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got the privilege of providing a sideshow all his own as Harry gave him to Bellatrix. She
skinned him alive and then slowly burned him to ash, starting with his toes.
The Potter elves were kept busy Vanishing the rivulets of blood and sprays of gore as
Harry killed hundreds.
The crowd was sickened, but they never left.
Finally it was over.
Harry turned and faded himself to the top of Riddle’s crystal prison.
“I am Harry James Potter, Duke of Magic of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and
Northern Ireland, Defender of Magic and Magical Champion of the Crown and Realm.
You are my subjects.
“I have taken over the Wizengamot, Ministry, Hogwarts, and the majority of the business
concerns in the wizarding world.
“I seek to improve the education system, bring equality to both the law and your lives,
and to be left in peace.
“If you have a problem bring it to the Ministry, the MLE, or, hell—send me an owl.
We’ll discuss your issue and I may address it.”
“DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES PHYSICALLY OPPOSE ME OR
THREATEN MY MATES OR CHILDREN—unless, of course, you’re prepared to die.”
Harry smiled tightly and even got a gruff laugh or two.
“I am the same Duke who built the Royal Academy, who employs those of you not selfemployed.
My goal is to build a magical realm safe for my children and give them a
chance to succeed. I will go to any lengths to accomplish that. Along the way, hopefully I
will make it safe for your children and give them a chance to succeed too.
“New laws will be posted tomorrow. Until then, remember that your rights end where the
other fellow’s nose begins. Oh, and all you Slytherin out there—remember one of my
mates is Narcissa Black, and another is Bellatrix Black. I am also mated to many, many
Slytherin witches. I would advise you not to try to split hairs. They will tell me if you do,
and I will kill you.
“I will kill this snake-like piece of garbage slowly over the rest of the night. Stay and
watch if you want; it won’t be pretty.”
Harry faded away.
“Cor, little Harry’s all grown up then, ’asn’t ’e?”
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Madam Malkin looked at Stan Shunpike. “Yes, Stan, I believe he has.”
The wizarding press of the world had gathered during the three hours’ duration of the
executions and they stayed and watched as the Dark Lord Voldemort was burned over
and over using his remaining Horcruxes, finally losing his life at 4 a.m. on 4 Aug 1995.
There could be no question that he was dead; nothing remained of him but some ash in
the hollow of the crystal block where his body had lain. But no one felt like celebrating.
They did feel safer, however.