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Chapter 6
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Harry Potter and the Dark Lady
Chapter 6
The Royal Academy
Sports Ground
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
09:00
Today the Royal Academy really was the center of the European wizarding world and Harry sat in the Ducal box above the sea of wizards and Mundane relatives like the absolute ruler he was.
He did not intend this, but he had become trapped by circumstance. The people demanded to see him and the mates, and if he went out amongst them as himself he was immediately the center of a mob and frozen in place. He regretted this and was thinking about how to change it.
The games and contests continued as a continuous parade of women and girls passed the downslope edge of the Ducal box, most of them intently studying each of the children and somewhat less intensively studying the mates and Harry. They did not have to pass that way as they went around the great bowl that was the sports complex, but they seemed unable to pass any other way.
Nym had had the mates and children arrive early, and now Harry knew why. It was part of her campaign to let the children be seen and satisfy the females’ curiosity.
The whistles blew and the games got underway. Harry became absorbed in the varsity Wargs vs. Slytherin game. Both teams were undefeated after last week; and while they both intended to keep it that way, there were no ties in Quidditch.
“Harry, how many for Court today?”
“Harry?”
“Four, Elizabeth. You’ll have to excuse Harry—he’s been training the Wargs.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “At least it’s not c.ricket.”
Nym laughed.
“Nym, where is Imelda?”
“Grrrr, I don’t know and that can only mean trouble.”
Elizabeth chuckled. “Did you see the picture in this week’s Teen Witch Weekly, though?”
“Grrrr, don’t remind me. I had to touch every female in fourth year to get them to pay attention to lessons. It took two days.”
“My, my! So eager, are they?”
“Yes, and crushed when they aren’t a match. Harry got cried on by more girls than he knew existed.”
Fortune was curious. “How many were compatible, Nym?”
“Maybe fifty, but it was odd: they were just compatible. There was no urgency in it and none of them felt the urge to submit.”
“So the bond is closing, then.”
“Not so much closing, we think, as having found most that are going to be found, Fortune. The book indicates that it will drop off to one or two a generation.”
“Nym, what about the breeding rights?”
Nym checked the silencing ward and then answered Elizabeth. “It’s a pain in the ass, Elizabeth.”
“Nym!”
“Hush, Hermione, it’s true. Harry doesn’t really want these women, and while he’s still young it isn’t a problem, but I can see it affecting him to the point where we’ll have to take steps.”
Hermione had blushed almost purple. This week’s Veela breeding candidate had been very put out. Marilyn was gorgeous and very, very skilled. She had had to use all of her skill, but once she fully had Harry’s attention she received her reward. He completely destroyed her Friday evening and night, so much so that she was still not completely recovered.
Lorelei Delacour nodded. “It may turn into a problem, but I believe you skirted the truth, Nym. You know what’s really weighing on his mind.”
“Yes, the dork bitch Xi Shi.”
“Nym!”
Nym rolled her eyes.
“Well, I think that problem will limit itself as Riddle did, Nym.”
“It’s not her specifically, Elizabeth, it’s her existence. Harry can’t believe another Dark power has arisen so quickly. It’s taken us all week to make him see that they actually rose together. Harry doesn’t actually understand what makes them rise; hell, we don’t either. So we’re left with the frustrating situation of slowly eliminating their followers or potential followers and them while we try to change conditions to the point where they won’t rise any more. But we don’t know what those conditions are, we just have a general idea that may or may not bear fruit. If it doesn’t, then we’re back to square one and unable to withdraw from the world.”
“He still wants to withdraw, Nym?”
“Truth? We all do, Elizabeth, to some degree or another. People are on their best days pains in the—”
“Nym!”
“Grrrr…. On their worst days they’re ignorant sheep led by whoever bleats loudest, usually straight off some cliff. And then at the bottom as they bleed out they blame Harry for letting them. Bah! Fuck ’em all.”
“NYM!”
Nym rolled her eyes again.
Elizabeth chuckled. “Perhaps a little too much Krista today?”
Nym smiled ruefully. “Every day. She’s pregnant as a duck with those twins and her hormones are raging.”
“I heard that.”
“Why, imagine that. How are you?”
“ Pregnant as a duck with these twins and my hormones are raging.”
“Love you, Krista.”
“Love you too, Nym.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “So we’ll be all right, then.”
Nym nodded and they all returned to watching the games.
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Royal Academy
Sports Ground
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
11:42
The Warg players began taking their leave to find their friends. Harry had waved them over to the box after their 310 to 300 come-from-behind victory over Slytherin and the Potter elves had provided food and drink. It had been a grand time.
They had spent some moments with just Harry, and then the mates and babies had shown up and Harry sat smiling amongst the women and children, supporting Demelza who was tucked under his left arm nestled into his side in a glowing, sweaty, shivering heap.
He had forgotten himself for a moment when the team arrived in the box and hugged and kissed his team captain very enthusiastically. Marcia had shaken her head and produced a Pepperup potion.
Imelda had popped up at the moment of that kiss and taken her picture for the day. She was currently shrieking as she ran from three Centaurs and Frieda. It was hard to tell if Renee and her group of vampire mates were helping Imelda or herding her into situations that provoked the most laughter.
The Harpies and the Gryffindor Uni team coasted to a stop, watching the hilarity proceed across the pitch under them with two referees in hot pursuit. Soon all the games or matches had paused as everyone watched. The humor increased as it became obvious that the bonded could catch Imelda any time and were just playing with her.
A panting, exhausted Imelda disappeared into the crowd and her smiling pursuers made their way back to the Ducal box amidst the cheers of the crowd.
Play resumed.
Harry waved and a sweaty, panting Imelda appeared in front of him.
“Eeeep!”
“Imelda, what did Nym tell you?”
The crowd’s heads were swiveling between the matches and events in progress and the Ducal box.
“But, Harry—”
“No buts, Imelda. One more time and you’ll find yourself on the pitch for Court. Now go see Rita.”
Imelda did everything except dig her toe in the ground as Harry talked to her and then fled as soon as Harry released her.
Harry looked up just in time to see Angelina fake the Harpies’ goalie almost off her broom for a score in the right ring. He joined the cheering.
Chu sighed. She hated to interrupt Harry when he was this happy, and she was enjoying watching Demelza recover while anticipating her bonding. The lithe Demelza looked to be delicious under those robes and she was obviously in great condition—and that dark dark skin and green eyes...mmmmm.
“Chu?”
“Sorry, Harry.”
“Was that me projecting onto you or you projecting onto me?”
“It’s both of you, Harry. Morgana, why don’t you and Chu take Demelza somewhere and take her before you completely ruin our pants?”
“Sorry, Jill.”
“Don’t be sorry, just go, Harry. Jill is right.”
“But Demelza wanted to wait, Nym. I’d rather wait until she asks.”
Demelza, either through prescience or fortune, chose that moment to straighten, lean into Harry, and whisper in his ear, “Please, Harry—I can’t wait any more.”
Harry smiled at her and he, Demelza, Nym, Frieda, Chu, and Marilyn faded away.
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Potter Castle
Roof Garden
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
12:14
“Demelza, are you sure?”
“Very, Harry, hehehe.”
Her giggle was joined by Nym and the others. Harry waved his hand and a blanket appeared floating on and somehow anchored to a cushioning charm.
Harry pushed Demelza onto the blanket and began removing her summer weight Quidditch robes. Demelza meanwhile was stripping Harry, and Nym, Frieda, Chu, and Marilyn were peeling out of their clothes.
Harry took the opportunities that presented themselves to kiss, lick, or nibble on Demelza’s dark, dark skin. As he peeled her out of her uniform her darker aureoles presented and Harry locked onto first one and then the other.
Further work revealed a stunning five foot, nine inch, wide-hipped, heavy-breasted body almost devoid of body fat. Harry kept exploring and found her delicate hot pink inner lips nestled in their sparsely haired almost black hiding place and dove in immediately.
He suddenly had all he could do to hold onto her as she screamed and thrashed out her orgasm which had finally hit her as soon as he made contact with her clit. Harry was merciless and drove her from that peak into another and then another.
A panting Frieda stripped him the rest of the way and Marilyn immediately took him in her mouth. He was already iron-hard. Marilyn moaned in satisfaction as his slightly salty precum crossed her tongue.
Frieda, Chu, Nym, and Marilyn rolled Harry onto his back and mounted Demelza on his face; they then took turns riding him to their orgasms as Harry completely scrambled Demelza’s mind.
Harry finally began coming and they traded him between ropes as he filled them all. Marilyn suckled him momentarily until she realized he was not about to go flaccid and then she rose off of him.
Demelza was only semi-coherent when Harry rolled her over and sank himself in her to the root, ripping away her virginity easily as she had lost her hymen to a broomstick in first year. She voiced her almost unbearable pleasure that bordered on pain as he established a rhythm in her hyper-sensitive sex.
When he bent his back and locked onto her left nipple and Nym leaned in and locked onto her right, Demelza exploded and clamped on Harry, pushing him into orgasm and dragging the bonded with them through Nym and Harry. It was shattering for them all. The white light flashed forth from the mates and lingered as the orgasm fed back and forth between them.
Fortunately Elizabeth saw the mates in the Ducal box panting and cast an obscuring charm around the box. She and the mothers checked on the semi-conscious smiling mates and chuckled.
Marcia regained her senses and faded away to the roof garden where she found a nude, steaming pile of Harry and mates. She wrinkled her nose and faded them to the master bath where several mates joined her in floating and washing them.
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The Royal Academy
Sports Ground
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
15:42
Harry, Nym, and the others faded back into the Ducal box. Demelza lay resting under Jodie’s watchful eye in the enormous bed in the master suite.
“Have fun, Harry?”
“Why yes, Andrew, it’s a great day.”
Andrew smiled; Harry was a world in and of himself.
Imelda had gotten over her chase and finally accepted that she would be allowed to take all the pictures and write all the stories she wanted but that Rita had the final say in what got published, and was taking pictures and scribbling away. Rita groaned.
“The child writes 150 words a minute! I think she’s going to try to swamp me.”
“Rita, we have over 250 mates. If they read it, you know it. She can’t swamp us and if it gets to be too big a time user, restrict her to five hundred words a day.”
“Harry, you’re brilliant.”
Harry sent Rita one of his mental snuggles and was rewarded with a lascivious grin.
Emma shook her head; the boy was crazed. Maybe crazy was more accurate; he was madly in love with them all and would run himself straight into the ground for them.
“Nym, what are you blushing about?”
Nym blushed harder at Molly’s question. “Demelza is dreaming—errh, maybe thinking—it’s hard to tell from here with her in this state.”
“So you were there—what could be embarrassing?”
“She keeps wondering why I don’t have any stretch marks.”
“You don’t? Why, you lucky cow. How did that happen? You were as big as a house and still have those huge breasts, and don’t tell me magic!”
Amidst the laughter of the mothers, both new and old, Ginny’s outraged “MOTHER!” simply drew more laughter.
Nym looked down at her chest and chuckled. She had picked up two cup sizes; at first her breasts had hurt but then they seemed to get used to it and settle in for the long haul. She was dreading weaning the twins.
“Marcia and Hermione and the ’Claws say it’s part of the bond’s ‘improvements’. I actually had them, then they faded away.”
“Why, you lucky cows.”
More laughter almost drowned out Ginny’s “Mother!” this time. Ginny should have saved it for the next question.
“How about the epi—”
Harry leapt to his feet. “I’ll just be going over to the dueling area. The Uni matches can be very good....”
He was joined immediately by the male vassals who all suddenly developed a desperate interest in dueling. They quit the field pell mell, a rout really, followed by feminine laughter.
“Well, now that the weaklings are gone, how about it, Nym?”
Nym looked at Imelda, who immediately replied, “I would never, Nym.”
“You’d better not or Harry will kill you.”
Ada Mae leaned into Imelda and, holding her with her compulsion, gave her a little nip just to reinforce the burning green glare she was receiving. Imelda actually saw her life pass before her eyes. She nodded vigorously and put away her pad and quill. It was news that the mates could all apparently change form to vampire, but it wasn’t worth her life.
“It’s like it never happened, Molly—no scar, nothing. Not only that, but the actual childbirth only hurt while it was happening. By the next morning I was...errh...ready to go again, if you know what I mean.”
Molly looked around and all the new mothers were nodding their heads. She focused on Narcissa.
Narcissa answered, “No comparison start to finish, Molly. It was easy and almost painless by comparison to the first one, and at the time the midwife told me I’d had an easy delivery. I’ll happily give Harry another set of twins every ten months for the rest of my life.”
Molly blinked. “You mean tell me you’re already pregnant again? Morgana, Narcissa, you just delivered.”
“Well, erm, not yet; but it isn’t from lack of trying.”
Sarah looked at Marilyn, who was grumbling under her breath in French. “Just say it, Marilyn.”
“All right, I will. It is impossible to compete with you all. He makes love to five or six of you a day, but I and the Goblin and Patil breeding candidate must work like dogs to even get his attention. We are not ugly—what is it?”
Emma looked at her. “He doesn’t love you. He has to come to know you and at least love you a little, or he won’t take you.”
“Mon Dieu, love? Nous cherchons pas l'amour, nous cherchons le salut de notre race, notre espece. (We seek not love. We seek the salvation of our race and species.)”
Sarah nodded. “We know, but he’s not built that way.”
Marilyn laughed ruefully. “Only our Harry! The amount of charm I have applied to him would have driven any other male insane.”
Nym smiled at Marilyn. “Our Harry, Marilyn?”
Marilyn blushed and held her chin up defiantly. “As with my fifty-one sisters, Nym, you feel us in the bond and we feel you, Mistress.”
Elizabeth blinked. “He bonded you all, Marilyn?”
Nym answered, “He hasn’t had sex with anyone, Elizabeth. He bonds them all to some degree.”
“Morgana, Nym, this has to stop. We’ll renegotiate the agreements.”
Minerva shook her head. “It’s an—erm—Harryistic mate-bond, Elizabeth. It just seems to grow stronger with time.”
“Minerva, he’ll have the entire Veela nation in his head and they’ll never have sex with anyone else if their bonds keep growing. It will drive him or them insane.”
Lorelei finally decided to speak up. “Your Majesty, the Veela Council have discussed it and it has not interfered with our bonds to our husbands. His focus seems to be the children and, well, the Veela he’s mated. Harry seems to leave his presence but block our link when we are ‘with’ our husbands. In consultation with Chu and Marcia, it appears that this is Harry’s way of watching over his children. Now that the matriarchs are all with child by him or delivered of his children, we’ve restricted the mating to the Veela Regiment of the Division and added one hundred Veela to it to compensate for those too gravid to go into the field. So he should become more and more amenable to the Veela mates because he’ll be working with them directly.
“The council has decided that we can afford to take our time with this as we are a long-lived species and the bonded will apparently have very long lives. We will wait as long as Harry needs to mate each of the Veela.
“Of course, Veela entering compulsion for our Harry will have to be tested by an Alpha and worked out separately.”
Falcata nodded with her arms full of goblets. “We have reached the same conclusion, ma’am. We have time and will not pressure His Grace. He has his pick of the Shield Maidens and can take them at any time. Our physiology is slightly different and he will impregnate any he takes as long as he is fertile.”
“Falcata, how do you and Grindaknívur nurse? Your babies all have teeth already!”
Falcata winced. “Carefully, ma’am, and we wean as soon as possible. They generally don’t bite on purpose, but it is irritating after a month.”
The women all nodded; the human babies nursing was sometimes a trial too.
“Nym, how are the mates doing otherwise?”
“Fine, Miranda, I think. What exactly did you want to know?”
Duchess Miranda Chandler paused and then shrugged. “I had horrible postpartum depression, Nym. I was wondering if any of you had had the experience.”
Nym smiled. “Yes, we all have to varying degrees, but it’s a little hard to dwell on or get overwhelmed when you have 250-odd sisters and the Love Machine running loose in your head. Sometimes it’s odd never being truly alone, but you get used to it and you learn to keep your thoughts to yourself sometimes. When it’s cut off it’s a pain you can’t imagine.”
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The Royal Academy
Sports Ground, Dueling Area
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
16:08
Harry slowed down to a normal walk and the rest of the men slowed with him.
“Thanks, Harry old man, that escape was in the nick of time.”
“I wouldn’t mind, Phillip, but they get so crude sometimes if I stay. It’s like a contest or something.”
Phillip and the rest of the fathers laughed. They knew exactly what Harry was talking about.
Harry watched the duels for a moment and noted how slow the duelers seemed. The crowd clapped at the end and Harry clapped with them.
Auror Bright looked at the Duke. Here was a chance to see what he had without getting killed. “Your Grace, a little light exercise perhaps?”
The crowd gasped as Bright motioned to the dueling stage. Harry grinned. “No permanent injuries?”
Bright swallowed—that wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind, but as the Challenged, Harry could set the conditions. A little negotiation seemed in order. “Perhaps the college rules, Your Grace?”
“Oh, come now, Bright—we’re past that, surely—you an Auror and me, well, me the Boy Who Lived?”
Bright was truly stuck now. “As you will, Your Grace. No permanent injuries.”
Harry smiled hugely and walked purposefully to the dueling stage.
Bright lagged behind him.
Filius Flitwick, serving as the judge for this stage, smiled. He wanted to see how Harry had progressed. The boy had always been good and the few times Filius had observed PT it had been amazing watching Harry beat up on those two golems. Golems were not sentient opponents, though.
They stepped to the marks and Filius checked the wards and then counted down.
Auror Bright would never be sure what had happened. He remembered casting every non-lethal spell he knew and Harry standing there smiling and absorbing them all. Then Harry raised his hands and a veritable firestorm of magic came from them before his wands even snapped into them seemingly from nowhere. Bright’s world went pleasantly dark for a while after that.
“My, my, Harry,that was astonishing! Might I perhaps have a go?”
“Errrh—sure, Professor Flitwick.”
“Brilliant! Let me get a judge, Harry. Right back—don’t move.”
Filius skipped off and returned with a tall, rail-thin wizard. “Harry, meet Herbert Wiblin, a keen duelist and aficionado of the sport.”
“Your Grace, an honor to meet you, an absolute honor.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr Wiblin. Now, if we could?”
Mr Wiblin nodded and then backed up and counted down.
The duel proceeded, drawing the attention of everyone not already watching the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Uni teams have the most exciting Quidditch match of the season. Both Keepers had made spectacular save after spectacular save, and the Seekers were engaged in an aerial ballet of epic proportions. The Quidditch press was waxing lyrical to their dictation quills and the flashes of cameras traveled around the arena in waves.
Some of the camera people, like magpies, were drawn to the coruscating light show in the dueling area.
Harry was using the experience to learn from a master. While he was not shielding the magics, he was studying the techniques. Harry kept up a barrage of spells, hexes, and jinxes with one wand or the other, avoiding the simultaneous dual casting.
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The Royal Academy
Sports Ground, Ducal Box
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
16:43
“Nym, what is that light show?”
Daphne beat Nym to the answer. “Harry’s playing mother.”
Esmeralda Greengrass blinked. “What is he playing with, Daphne?” Esmeralda flinched at a brilliant white explosion. “Gunpowder?”
The women all chuckled. Nym waved at the dueling area. “He’s dueling all comers, apparently. The show we’re being treated to is him trying to learn all Professor Flitwick’s skills. He already beat up Auror Bright.”
“Bright always was an ass, Nym.”
“I know, Hestia, that’s why I didn’t say anything.”
“Nym, isn’t it a little unfair? I mean, Harry does that stripping thing and the magic just goes to us.”
Elizabeth smiled. “And the Realm too, Susan. I hadn’t noticed that before.”
Emmeline’s eyes lit up. “He only does it when he’s dealing with—well, for lack of a better word—Light magic. It’s mostly pure magic with a little intent. What we know as Dark magic is mostly intent wrapped around a little, or in some cases a lot of raw magic. It seems to take more intent to force magic to do bad—evil—errrh, what Harry considers to be evil.”
Elizabeth and Nym smiled little Mona Lisa smiles and the mates squeed quietly and dove into Nym’s mind in the bond looking for what she was so smug about. They found the Realm’s glowing approval of Harry and a maze when they tried to follow the Realm’s thoughts.
Emmeline, Hermione, and the ’Claws delicately and with infinite care traced the feeling, attempting to determine where it was coming from.
Nym smiled wider.
The crowd cheered and Nym turned back to see the aftermath of Hufflepuff’s Seeker scraping the Ravenclaw Seeker off against a perfectly set pic of one of his own Beaters and one of Ravenclaw’s and coming away, Snitch in hand. Final score: 150 to 0 Hufflepuff.
The Arrows and the Magpies stood waiting to take the field for the last game of the day as the Puffs and ’Claws withdrew amidst the cheering.
Nym looked toward the dueling area and could just make out the queue of people lined up at Harry’s stage.
Professor Flitwick had apparently been hit with stutter-cast, simultaneous strings of hugely powerful Stunners.
As she watched, Harry Ennervated him and they laughed together. The next person moved onto the stage and Filius started the duel.
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The Royal Academy
Sports Ground, Ducal Box
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
17:20
“Well, that was a quick game.”
“It happens like that sometimes, Miranda, but really the Snitch looked like it flew right to the Arrows’ Seeker.”
“Is that what that scrum on the pitch is about, Nym?” Miranda and the rest of the ladies watched as the teams landed and charged at the referees, screaming and yelling.
“Apparently. It should be settled soon—she’s checking the Snitch for enchantments. I’d better get Harry; we’ll have to do court soon.”
Carina stood and gathered the seven other mates who would do the interrogation.
“Harry, the game’s over. Are you ready for court?”
“Just a minute, Nym.”
A brilliant flash of red light emanated from the dueling area.
“Harry, that was unfair.”
Harry’s mental grumbling floated across the bond.
“Stop grumbling, Harry. You Stunned the whole crowd.”
“Well, I didn’t want ’em to be disappointed, Sarah. They seemed so keen to get knocked around.”
“Just Ennervate them and come over to the pitch. Harry. We’ll set up.”
“All right, Nym.”
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The Royal Academy
Sports Ground, Dueling Area
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
17:25
Harry broadcast an Ennervate and everyone popped back to consciousness, smiling.
“That’s a fault for hitting the judge, Harry, and a win.”
“Thanks, Professor. Everybody okay? All right, then—it’s time for court so if you could find seats, I’m afraid I’m needed on the pitch.”
Harry smiled at the rumble of grumbling. He felt like grumbling himself as he had been having a blast and learning some things too. True, he could defeat anyone whenever he felt like it, but some of their techniques were innovative and would be added to Harry’s already vast library of spells and repertoire of techniques.
Like the Pied Piper of Hamelin, he set off toward the pitch and the throng followed. As he stepped onto one end of the pitch Nym stepped onto the side, and two spotlights followed them in the darkening sports complex. Harry followed the beam back to Amelia Fastida and Bellatrix’s staffs and sent them a snuggle; the circles of light jiggled.
“Harry, be careful.”
Harry sent Nym a smile and chuckled.
Suddenly lights came up around the complex and the spotlights snapped off; Harry seated Nym on one of the two chairs they had met in front of, and then he sat.
He looked out and Carina nodded her readiness. She and seven other mates were seated at four tables with vials of Veritaserum, certified parchment, and transcription quills.
The Wizengamot had moved into a box to Harry’s right and the Royals were in a box behind him.
Hestia stepped up and cast a Sonorus on herself. “The Court of 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, is now in session. All those having business before the Duke, approach and be judged.”
Hestia waved and the four prisoners, three wizards and a witch, appeared in the empty seats at the tables.
“You have been apprehended in the commission of crimes or because of past crimes. You will be questioned under Veritaserum and judged. Execution of sentence will be carried out immediately.”
Hestia stepped to Harry’s right and the interrogators offered the Veritaserum.
Carina cast the Sonorus on herself and Wendy Sheffield. Wendy agreed, held her head up proudly and took the Veritaserum on her tongue, and her questioning began.
Harry listened closely. Wendy had used a love potion on her sister’s bonded. She was found by him and he would not accommodate her even at his bonded’s insistence. She knew of no other instances where she had broken the law or intended to. She knew of no instances where she had caused harm.
Harry waved and two of the prisoners suddenly faded away and reappeared in a cage off to one side; after another wave, Sally Ridsten and her bonded, Luther, appeared in interrogation seats. Harry nodded and their questioning followed. Sally backed up her sister, as did Luther.
Sally and Luther were freshly bonded and he did not understand the implications of refusing Wendy.
Harry finally waved for the trio to be silent and then cast a Sonorus on himself. “Luther Ridsten, if anyone understands your fears of a multiple bonding it is me.”
The crowd laughed. Nym and the mates’ glares drew more laughter.
Harry continued. “See what I mean? The cost to this witch is too high for you to be a coward; however, a multiple bonding can be difficult.”
More laughter at the new burning glares.
“You see? But trust me, it’s worth it.”
Ooohs and aaahs at the brilliant smiles.
“Wendy and Sally Ridsten, your actions were both illegal and immoral. You knew you were supposed to come to me and yet did not.”
The young witches lowered their heads in shame.
“We will now confirm your thoughts on the finding.”
A mate at each interrogation station put her hand on Sally, Wendy, and Luther. Nym looked at Harry and nodded. Harry had felt it too and sighed.
“Wendy and Sally Ridsten, for your crimes you are fined ten thousand Galleons.”
The witches burst into tears. Luther swallowed. “Your Grace, we cannot pay.”
Harry nodded; he had thought as much. His passive Legilimency had told him Luther’s real concern was that he could not support both witches. He was a half-blood, and even though he was an excellent enchanter he couldn’t get a really well-paying job. “Then you will be bound to my House, Luther, until you all work off the debt.”
The crowd murmured in confusion. Harry ignored them. “How says the Wizengamot?”
The board with all the pureblood names on it everyone had looked at all day lit with all green lights.
Harry looked at Luther and waved and the Potter Crest appeared on the inside of his forearm. “See Duchess Narcissa, Luther, and she will find employment for you and your bonded. Oh, and Luther—bond Wendy tonight. If you don’t I’ll be forced to bind both Wendy and Sally as slaves, and none of us wants that.”
Wendy and Sally smiled at Harry and curtsied, then dragged a stunned Luther away, smirking.
The witches in the crowd in fifth year and above, along with the fully bonded wizards, clapped. Everyone else looked confused but satisfied; after all, love potions were prohibited except under the Duke’s direction, and given his proclivities for lighting people on fire, a ten thousand Galleon fine was light.
Harry watched them leave and then waved. William Brewster landed with a thump and his interrogation began with Carina emplacing the Sonorus and using her compulsion to get the Veritaserum into him.
William had killed a werewolf—not just one werewolf but several. He was unrepentant. He had not killed them in self defense; he had hunted them apparently for sport.
Harry thought for a moment. How to make this execution sufficiently terrifying?
Okay, he had it.
“William Brewster, you are guilty of premeditated murder. The sentence is death. How says the Wizengamot?” The board lit green again.
“William Brewster, you will be allowed to defend yourself.”
Harry waved and William landed in the warded, newly green area of the pitch, wand in hand.
Harry faded into the warded area, already changed to his Warg. William never hesitated. “Avada Kedavra!”
Harry took the jet of neon-green magic and began walking toward William.
The crowd screamed at the AK and then sat stunned as it obviously hit the giant beast to no effect.
“Hey, Nym, it worked. That one wasn’t Dark at all.”
“Harry, I’m going to kill you!”
“Harry, pay attention—he is.”
“Ouch! He likes that thing.”
“Harry, you have about two seconds to do something about this idiot before I kill him.”
“Ouch! Yeah, this is getting tiresome.”
Harry stopped walking, crouched, and leapt on William. With one snap of the giant jaws, William’s head rolled away. A flash of light occurred after Harry cast the Praedia Bellica wandlessly and silently.
“Yuck, blech. I think I’m going to be sick. How do werewolves do it? Humans taste nasty. The Praedia worked, though—that’s odd.”
Nym and the mates were as stunned as the rest of the crowd. They watched as the Warg rubbed its jaws on the grass of the pitch and then faded away.
Harry reappeared in his seat and Geoffrey popped in with a glass of water. Harry rinsed and spat several times as Flopsy cleared away William’s remains. The Potter elves removed a woman and three children who glowed briefly.
Harry looked up. “Well, we won’t use that method again. I’ll just light the werewolf-killers on fire. Humans taste nasty.”
Nym blinked as the crowd recoiled. “Harry, the Sonorus.”
“Oops.”
Harry gave a little wave. “Next.” Clyde Crawfield appeared.
As Jeanette was forced to use her compulsion on him, the bond was full of chatter. The Slytherin were explaining the efficacy of Harry’s actions to the rest and they were evaluating the response using their passive Legilimency. The bonded were satisfied that no one would ever forget that killing a werewolf was a capital crime.
Through an accident of fortune the opposite lesson was forthcoming. Clyde was a werewolf whose preferred food was humans. This actually turned the bonded’s stomachs after the taste of William.
Harry sat through the interrogation and then considered for a moment. Well, he’d killed a werewolf killer as Warg; might as well kill this werewolf as a human.
“Clyde Crawfield, you are guilty of premeditated murder. The sentence is death. How says the Wizengamot?” The board lit green again.
“Clyde Crawfield, you will be allowed to defend yourself.”
Clyde landed in the warded area in his werewolf form. He was big—medium sized beside Harry’s Warg, but Harry appeared in the warded area as himself.
Clyde wasted no time either and attacked immediately. Harry didn’t even bother with magic. He beat the werewolf to death barehanded. The noises were ghastly, starting with meaty slaps and ending with the crunch of the broken neck.
The crowd was dumbstruck. Mopsy appeared and Harry cast the only spell of the encounter, the Praedia Bellica.
Mopsy faded away with the still-glowing body as the Potter elves faded away with three female werewolves.
Harry faded back to his seat and waved. Gustav Droege vanished from the cage and appeared in an interrogation chair as the cage faded away. He did not resist, having seen what had happened to the others. He had not killed anyone; he would pay his fine and go, never to return to this benighted isle and its draconian tyrant.
Harry listened as Gustav admitted trafficking girls into and out of the U.K. Gustav almost lived through it until Ai Kurosawa’s name came up. Victoria then tore into him with more and more questions until Harry finally stopped it.
“Gustav Droege, you are guilty of human trafficking and conspiracy to commit pedophilia.”
“You who are bonded to twelve-year-olds accuse me?”
Gustav’s attempt at screaming came out as an unintelligible roar and then a shriek of agony as Ai summoned his tongue and incinerated it in the air. “You will not question my lord, scum.”
Harry chuckled and the crowd recoiled again. “As you can see, Gustav, you’re not exactly dealing with a sympathetic audience.”
“Normally I just incinerate pedophiles, but in this case I believe I’ll let the Duchesses who you trafficked have you as a toy.”
Harry waved and Gustav appeared in the warded area with a wand. The trafficked mates faded into the area and started torturing him.
It was horrifying, and as the crowd moved to flee, the Division faded into view.
“All you reporters take plenty of pictures—this will be on the front page tomorrow. Damn, he squeals like a pig.”
Harry waved and the squealing muted but didn’t go away. “This scum trafficked the Duchesses who are now skinning him alive into sexual slavery for profit and was complicit in their familys’ deaths. While some of you may attempt to draw parallels in what I have done, there is a difference. I was forced to it and still never took one of them against her will, and they are free to go at any time with my blessing and support. If you don’t believe me, ask them. Better yet, trust that as long as one of them hasn’t killed me it’s true.”
“Harry, we don’t really have a problem with it, but what about the Dutch?”
“I am their liege, Madam Marchbanks. They will comply or die. I will not tolerate crimes against children and will punish those found to have committed them in the very harshest way I can imagine.”
Harry, growing tired of the spectacle, and the mates’ rage having mostly run its course, nodded to Nym. She and the older mates went to the trafficked mates and took their sobbing forms in their arms and vanished.
Harry faded into the warded area and waved at Gustav, who instantly healed. “Gustav Droege, being guilty of conspiracy to commit murder and acts of pedophilia, you will be burned at the stake.”
Gustav was suddenly tied to a stake in a fire.
Harry left the warded area and nodded at the Divisional Unit Commanders. The division faded from view and the civilians slowly turned and left. The journalists stayed and watched Harry observe as Gustav slowly burnt to ash over the next hour, screaming in agony as Harry kept him alive until the very end. Finally Harry let him die. “Praedia Bellica!”
Harry turned to the journalists afterward. “Well, at least he got some practice for hell.”
They stood stunned as Harry faded away.
Chapter 6
The Royal Academy
Sports Ground
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
09:00
Today the Royal Academy really was the center of the European wizarding world and Harry sat in the Ducal box above the sea of wizards and Mundane relatives like the absolute ruler he was.
He did not intend this, but he had become trapped by circumstance. The people demanded to see him and the mates, and if he went out amongst them as himself he was immediately the center of a mob and frozen in place. He regretted this and was thinking about how to change it.
The games and contests continued as a continuous parade of women and girls passed the downslope edge of the Ducal box, most of them intently studying each of the children and somewhat less intensively studying the mates and Harry. They did not have to pass that way as they went around the great bowl that was the sports complex, but they seemed unable to pass any other way.
Nym had had the mates and children arrive early, and now Harry knew why. It was part of her campaign to let the children be seen and satisfy the females’ curiosity.
The whistles blew and the games got underway. Harry became absorbed in the varsity Wargs vs. Slytherin game. Both teams were undefeated after last week; and while they both intended to keep it that way, there were no ties in Quidditch.
“Harry, how many for Court today?”
“Harry?”
“Four, Elizabeth. You’ll have to excuse Harry—he’s been training the Wargs.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “At least it’s not c.ricket.”
Nym laughed.
“Nym, where is Imelda?”
“Grrrr, I don’t know and that can only mean trouble.”
Elizabeth chuckled. “Did you see the picture in this week’s Teen Witch Weekly, though?”
“Grrrr, don’t remind me. I had to touch every female in fourth year to get them to pay attention to lessons. It took two days.”
“My, my! So eager, are they?”
“Yes, and crushed when they aren’t a match. Harry got cried on by more girls than he knew existed.”
Fortune was curious. “How many were compatible, Nym?”
“Maybe fifty, but it was odd: they were just compatible. There was no urgency in it and none of them felt the urge to submit.”
“So the bond is closing, then.”
“Not so much closing, we think, as having found most that are going to be found, Fortune. The book indicates that it will drop off to one or two a generation.”
“Nym, what about the breeding rights?”
Nym checked the silencing ward and then answered Elizabeth. “It’s a pain in the ass, Elizabeth.”
“Nym!”
“Hush, Hermione, it’s true. Harry doesn’t really want these women, and while he’s still young it isn’t a problem, but I can see it affecting him to the point where we’ll have to take steps.”
Hermione had blushed almost purple. This week’s Veela breeding candidate had been very put out. Marilyn was gorgeous and very, very skilled. She had had to use all of her skill, but once she fully had Harry’s attention she received her reward. He completely destroyed her Friday evening and night, so much so that she was still not completely recovered.
Lorelei Delacour nodded. “It may turn into a problem, but I believe you skirted the truth, Nym. You know what’s really weighing on his mind.”
“Yes, the dork bitch Xi Shi.”
“Nym!”
Nym rolled her eyes.
“Well, I think that problem will limit itself as Riddle did, Nym.”
“It’s not her specifically, Elizabeth, it’s her existence. Harry can’t believe another Dark power has arisen so quickly. It’s taken us all week to make him see that they actually rose together. Harry doesn’t actually understand what makes them rise; hell, we don’t either. So we’re left with the frustrating situation of slowly eliminating their followers or potential followers and them while we try to change conditions to the point where they won’t rise any more. But we don’t know what those conditions are, we just have a general idea that may or may not bear fruit. If it doesn’t, then we’re back to square one and unable to withdraw from the world.”
“He still wants to withdraw, Nym?”
“Truth? We all do, Elizabeth, to some degree or another. People are on their best days pains in the—”
“Nym!”
“Grrrr…. On their worst days they’re ignorant sheep led by whoever bleats loudest, usually straight off some cliff. And then at the bottom as they bleed out they blame Harry for letting them. Bah! Fuck ’em all.”
“NYM!”
Nym rolled her eyes again.
Elizabeth chuckled. “Perhaps a little too much Krista today?”
Nym smiled ruefully. “Every day. She’s pregnant as a duck with those twins and her hormones are raging.”
“I heard that.”
“Why, imagine that. How are you?”
“ Pregnant as a duck with these twins and my hormones are raging.”
“Love you, Krista.”
“Love you too, Nym.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “So we’ll be all right, then.”
Nym nodded and they all returned to watching the games.
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Royal Academy
Sports Ground
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
11:42
The Warg players began taking their leave to find their friends. Harry had waved them over to the box after their 310 to 300 come-from-behind victory over Slytherin and the Potter elves had provided food and drink. It had been a grand time.
They had spent some moments with just Harry, and then the mates and babies had shown up and Harry sat smiling amongst the women and children, supporting Demelza who was tucked under his left arm nestled into his side in a glowing, sweaty, shivering heap.
He had forgotten himself for a moment when the team arrived in the box and hugged and kissed his team captain very enthusiastically. Marcia had shaken her head and produced a Pepperup potion.
Imelda had popped up at the moment of that kiss and taken her picture for the day. She was currently shrieking as she ran from three Centaurs and Frieda. It was hard to tell if Renee and her group of vampire mates were helping Imelda or herding her into situations that provoked the most laughter.
The Harpies and the Gryffindor Uni team coasted to a stop, watching the hilarity proceed across the pitch under them with two referees in hot pursuit. Soon all the games or matches had paused as everyone watched. The humor increased as it became obvious that the bonded could catch Imelda any time and were just playing with her.
A panting, exhausted Imelda disappeared into the crowd and her smiling pursuers made their way back to the Ducal box amidst the cheers of the crowd.
Play resumed.
Harry waved and a sweaty, panting Imelda appeared in front of him.
“Eeeep!”
“Imelda, what did Nym tell you?”
The crowd’s heads were swiveling between the matches and events in progress and the Ducal box.
“But, Harry—”
“No buts, Imelda. One more time and you’ll find yourself on the pitch for Court. Now go see Rita.”
Imelda did everything except dig her toe in the ground as Harry talked to her and then fled as soon as Harry released her.
Harry looked up just in time to see Angelina fake the Harpies’ goalie almost off her broom for a score in the right ring. He joined the cheering.
Chu sighed. She hated to interrupt Harry when he was this happy, and she was enjoying watching Demelza recover while anticipating her bonding. The lithe Demelza looked to be delicious under those robes and she was obviously in great condition—and that dark dark skin and green eyes...mmmmm.
“Chu?”
“Sorry, Harry.”
“Was that me projecting onto you or you projecting onto me?”
“It’s both of you, Harry. Morgana, why don’t you and Chu take Demelza somewhere and take her before you completely ruin our pants?”
“Sorry, Jill.”
“Don’t be sorry, just go, Harry. Jill is right.”
“But Demelza wanted to wait, Nym. I’d rather wait until she asks.”
Demelza, either through prescience or fortune, chose that moment to straighten, lean into Harry, and whisper in his ear, “Please, Harry—I can’t wait any more.”
Harry smiled at her and he, Demelza, Nym, Frieda, Chu, and Marilyn faded away.
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Potter Castle
Roof Garden
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
12:14
“Demelza, are you sure?”
“Very, Harry, hehehe.”
Her giggle was joined by Nym and the others. Harry waved his hand and a blanket appeared floating on and somehow anchored to a cushioning charm.
Harry pushed Demelza onto the blanket and began removing her summer weight Quidditch robes. Demelza meanwhile was stripping Harry, and Nym, Frieda, Chu, and Marilyn were peeling out of their clothes.
Harry took the opportunities that presented themselves to kiss, lick, or nibble on Demelza’s dark, dark skin. As he peeled her out of her uniform her darker aureoles presented and Harry locked onto first one and then the other.
Further work revealed a stunning five foot, nine inch, wide-hipped, heavy-breasted body almost devoid of body fat. Harry kept exploring and found her delicate hot pink inner lips nestled in their sparsely haired almost black hiding place and dove in immediately.
He suddenly had all he could do to hold onto her as she screamed and thrashed out her orgasm which had finally hit her as soon as he made contact with her clit. Harry was merciless and drove her from that peak into another and then another.
A panting Frieda stripped him the rest of the way and Marilyn immediately took him in her mouth. He was already iron-hard. Marilyn moaned in satisfaction as his slightly salty precum crossed her tongue.
Frieda, Chu, Nym, and Marilyn rolled Harry onto his back and mounted Demelza on his face; they then took turns riding him to their orgasms as Harry completely scrambled Demelza’s mind.
Harry finally began coming and they traded him between ropes as he filled them all. Marilyn suckled him momentarily until she realized he was not about to go flaccid and then she rose off of him.
Demelza was only semi-coherent when Harry rolled her over and sank himself in her to the root, ripping away her virginity easily as she had lost her hymen to a broomstick in first year. She voiced her almost unbearable pleasure that bordered on pain as he established a rhythm in her hyper-sensitive sex.
When he bent his back and locked onto her left nipple and Nym leaned in and locked onto her right, Demelza exploded and clamped on Harry, pushing him into orgasm and dragging the bonded with them through Nym and Harry. It was shattering for them all. The white light flashed forth from the mates and lingered as the orgasm fed back and forth between them.
Fortunately Elizabeth saw the mates in the Ducal box panting and cast an obscuring charm around the box. She and the mothers checked on the semi-conscious smiling mates and chuckled.
Marcia regained her senses and faded away to the roof garden where she found a nude, steaming pile of Harry and mates. She wrinkled her nose and faded them to the master bath where several mates joined her in floating and washing them.
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The Royal Academy
Sports Ground
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
15:42
Harry, Nym, and the others faded back into the Ducal box. Demelza lay resting under Jodie’s watchful eye in the enormous bed in the master suite.
“Have fun, Harry?”
“Why yes, Andrew, it’s a great day.”
Andrew smiled; Harry was a world in and of himself.
Imelda had gotten over her chase and finally accepted that she would be allowed to take all the pictures and write all the stories she wanted but that Rita had the final say in what got published, and was taking pictures and scribbling away. Rita groaned.
“The child writes 150 words a minute! I think she’s going to try to swamp me.”
“Rita, we have over 250 mates. If they read it, you know it. She can’t swamp us and if it gets to be too big a time user, restrict her to five hundred words a day.”
“Harry, you’re brilliant.”
Harry sent Rita one of his mental snuggles and was rewarded with a lascivious grin.
Emma shook her head; the boy was crazed. Maybe crazy was more accurate; he was madly in love with them all and would run himself straight into the ground for them.
“Nym, what are you blushing about?”
Nym blushed harder at Molly’s question. “Demelza is dreaming—errh, maybe thinking—it’s hard to tell from here with her in this state.”
“So you were there—what could be embarrassing?”
“She keeps wondering why I don’t have any stretch marks.”
“You don’t? Why, you lucky cow. How did that happen? You were as big as a house and still have those huge breasts, and don’t tell me magic!”
Amidst the laughter of the mothers, both new and old, Ginny’s outraged “MOTHER!” simply drew more laughter.
Nym looked down at her chest and chuckled. She had picked up two cup sizes; at first her breasts had hurt but then they seemed to get used to it and settle in for the long haul. She was dreading weaning the twins.
“Marcia and Hermione and the ’Claws say it’s part of the bond’s ‘improvements’. I actually had them, then they faded away.”
“Why, you lucky cows.”
More laughter almost drowned out Ginny’s “Mother!” this time. Ginny should have saved it for the next question.
“How about the epi—”
Harry leapt to his feet. “I’ll just be going over to the dueling area. The Uni matches can be very good....”
He was joined immediately by the male vassals who all suddenly developed a desperate interest in dueling. They quit the field pell mell, a rout really, followed by feminine laughter.
“Well, now that the weaklings are gone, how about it, Nym?”
Nym looked at Imelda, who immediately replied, “I would never, Nym.”
“You’d better not or Harry will kill you.”
Ada Mae leaned into Imelda and, holding her with her compulsion, gave her a little nip just to reinforce the burning green glare she was receiving. Imelda actually saw her life pass before her eyes. She nodded vigorously and put away her pad and quill. It was news that the mates could all apparently change form to vampire, but it wasn’t worth her life.
“It’s like it never happened, Molly—no scar, nothing. Not only that, but the actual childbirth only hurt while it was happening. By the next morning I was...errh...ready to go again, if you know what I mean.”
Molly looked around and all the new mothers were nodding their heads. She focused on Narcissa.
Narcissa answered, “No comparison start to finish, Molly. It was easy and almost painless by comparison to the first one, and at the time the midwife told me I’d had an easy delivery. I’ll happily give Harry another set of twins every ten months for the rest of my life.”
Molly blinked. “You mean tell me you’re already pregnant again? Morgana, Narcissa, you just delivered.”
“Well, erm, not yet; but it isn’t from lack of trying.”
Sarah looked at Marilyn, who was grumbling under her breath in French. “Just say it, Marilyn.”
“All right, I will. It is impossible to compete with you all. He makes love to five or six of you a day, but I and the Goblin and Patil breeding candidate must work like dogs to even get his attention. We are not ugly—what is it?”
Emma looked at her. “He doesn’t love you. He has to come to know you and at least love you a little, or he won’t take you.”
“Mon Dieu, love? Nous cherchons pas l'amour, nous cherchons le salut de notre race, notre espece. (We seek not love. We seek the salvation of our race and species.)”
Sarah nodded. “We know, but he’s not built that way.”
Marilyn laughed ruefully. “Only our Harry! The amount of charm I have applied to him would have driven any other male insane.”
Nym smiled at Marilyn. “Our Harry, Marilyn?”
Marilyn blushed and held her chin up defiantly. “As with my fifty-one sisters, Nym, you feel us in the bond and we feel you, Mistress.”
Elizabeth blinked. “He bonded you all, Marilyn?”
Nym answered, “He hasn’t had sex with anyone, Elizabeth. He bonds them all to some degree.”
“Morgana, Nym, this has to stop. We’ll renegotiate the agreements.”
Minerva shook her head. “It’s an—erm—Harryistic mate-bond, Elizabeth. It just seems to grow stronger with time.”
“Minerva, he’ll have the entire Veela nation in his head and they’ll never have sex with anyone else if their bonds keep growing. It will drive him or them insane.”
Lorelei finally decided to speak up. “Your Majesty, the Veela Council have discussed it and it has not interfered with our bonds to our husbands. His focus seems to be the children and, well, the Veela he’s mated. Harry seems to leave his presence but block our link when we are ‘with’ our husbands. In consultation with Chu and Marcia, it appears that this is Harry’s way of watching over his children. Now that the matriarchs are all with child by him or delivered of his children, we’ve restricted the mating to the Veela Regiment of the Division and added one hundred Veela to it to compensate for those too gravid to go into the field. So he should become more and more amenable to the Veela mates because he’ll be working with them directly.
“The council has decided that we can afford to take our time with this as we are a long-lived species and the bonded will apparently have very long lives. We will wait as long as Harry needs to mate each of the Veela.
“Of course, Veela entering compulsion for our Harry will have to be tested by an Alpha and worked out separately.”
Falcata nodded with her arms full of goblets. “We have reached the same conclusion, ma’am. We have time and will not pressure His Grace. He has his pick of the Shield Maidens and can take them at any time. Our physiology is slightly different and he will impregnate any he takes as long as he is fertile.”
“Falcata, how do you and Grindaknívur nurse? Your babies all have teeth already!”
Falcata winced. “Carefully, ma’am, and we wean as soon as possible. They generally don’t bite on purpose, but it is irritating after a month.”
The women all nodded; the human babies nursing was sometimes a trial too.
“Nym, how are the mates doing otherwise?”
“Fine, Miranda, I think. What exactly did you want to know?”
Duchess Miranda Chandler paused and then shrugged. “I had horrible postpartum depression, Nym. I was wondering if any of you had had the experience.”
Nym smiled. “Yes, we all have to varying degrees, but it’s a little hard to dwell on or get overwhelmed when you have 250-odd sisters and the Love Machine running loose in your head. Sometimes it’s odd never being truly alone, but you get used to it and you learn to keep your thoughts to yourself sometimes. When it’s cut off it’s a pain you can’t imagine.”
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The Royal Academy
Sports Ground, Dueling Area
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
16:08
Harry slowed down to a normal walk and the rest of the men slowed with him.
“Thanks, Harry old man, that escape was in the nick of time.”
“I wouldn’t mind, Phillip, but they get so crude sometimes if I stay. It’s like a contest or something.”
Phillip and the rest of the fathers laughed. They knew exactly what Harry was talking about.
Harry watched the duels for a moment and noted how slow the duelers seemed. The crowd clapped at the end and Harry clapped with them.
Auror Bright looked at the Duke. Here was a chance to see what he had without getting killed. “Your Grace, a little light exercise perhaps?”
The crowd gasped as Bright motioned to the dueling stage. Harry grinned. “No permanent injuries?”
Bright swallowed—that wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind, but as the Challenged, Harry could set the conditions. A little negotiation seemed in order. “Perhaps the college rules, Your Grace?”
“Oh, come now, Bright—we’re past that, surely—you an Auror and me, well, me the Boy Who Lived?”
Bright was truly stuck now. “As you will, Your Grace. No permanent injuries.”
Harry smiled hugely and walked purposefully to the dueling stage.
Bright lagged behind him.
Filius Flitwick, serving as the judge for this stage, smiled. He wanted to see how Harry had progressed. The boy had always been good and the few times Filius had observed PT it had been amazing watching Harry beat up on those two golems. Golems were not sentient opponents, though.
They stepped to the marks and Filius checked the wards and then counted down.
Auror Bright would never be sure what had happened. He remembered casting every non-lethal spell he knew and Harry standing there smiling and absorbing them all. Then Harry raised his hands and a veritable firestorm of magic came from them before his wands even snapped into them seemingly from nowhere. Bright’s world went pleasantly dark for a while after that.
“My, my, Harry,that was astonishing! Might I perhaps have a go?”
“Errrh—sure, Professor Flitwick.”
“Brilliant! Let me get a judge, Harry. Right back—don’t move.”
Filius skipped off and returned with a tall, rail-thin wizard. “Harry, meet Herbert Wiblin, a keen duelist and aficionado of the sport.”
“Your Grace, an honor to meet you, an absolute honor.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr Wiblin. Now, if we could?”
Mr Wiblin nodded and then backed up and counted down.
The duel proceeded, drawing the attention of everyone not already watching the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Uni teams have the most exciting Quidditch match of the season. Both Keepers had made spectacular save after spectacular save, and the Seekers were engaged in an aerial ballet of epic proportions. The Quidditch press was waxing lyrical to their dictation quills and the flashes of cameras traveled around the arena in waves.
Some of the camera people, like magpies, were drawn to the coruscating light show in the dueling area.
Harry was using the experience to learn from a master. While he was not shielding the magics, he was studying the techniques. Harry kept up a barrage of spells, hexes, and jinxes with one wand or the other, avoiding the simultaneous dual casting.
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The Royal Academy
Sports Ground, Ducal Box
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
16:43
“Nym, what is that light show?”
Daphne beat Nym to the answer. “Harry’s playing mother.”
Esmeralda Greengrass blinked. “What is he playing with, Daphne?” Esmeralda flinched at a brilliant white explosion. “Gunpowder?”
The women all chuckled. Nym waved at the dueling area. “He’s dueling all comers, apparently. The show we’re being treated to is him trying to learn all Professor Flitwick’s skills. He already beat up Auror Bright.”
“Bright always was an ass, Nym.”
“I know, Hestia, that’s why I didn’t say anything.”
“Nym, isn’t it a little unfair? I mean, Harry does that stripping thing and the magic just goes to us.”
Elizabeth smiled. “And the Realm too, Susan. I hadn’t noticed that before.”
Emmeline’s eyes lit up. “He only does it when he’s dealing with—well, for lack of a better word—Light magic. It’s mostly pure magic with a little intent. What we know as Dark magic is mostly intent wrapped around a little, or in some cases a lot of raw magic. It seems to take more intent to force magic to do bad—evil—errrh, what Harry considers to be evil.”
Elizabeth and Nym smiled little Mona Lisa smiles and the mates squeed quietly and dove into Nym’s mind in the bond looking for what she was so smug about. They found the Realm’s glowing approval of Harry and a maze when they tried to follow the Realm’s thoughts.
Emmeline, Hermione, and the ’Claws delicately and with infinite care traced the feeling, attempting to determine where it was coming from.
Nym smiled wider.
The crowd cheered and Nym turned back to see the aftermath of Hufflepuff’s Seeker scraping the Ravenclaw Seeker off against a perfectly set pic of one of his own Beaters and one of Ravenclaw’s and coming away, Snitch in hand. Final score: 150 to 0 Hufflepuff.
The Arrows and the Magpies stood waiting to take the field for the last game of the day as the Puffs and ’Claws withdrew amidst the cheering.
Nym looked toward the dueling area and could just make out the queue of people lined up at Harry’s stage.
Professor Flitwick had apparently been hit with stutter-cast, simultaneous strings of hugely powerful Stunners.
As she watched, Harry Ennervated him and they laughed together. The next person moved onto the stage and Filius started the duel.
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The Royal Academy
Sports Ground, Ducal Box
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
17:20
“Well, that was a quick game.”
“It happens like that sometimes, Miranda, but really the Snitch looked like it flew right to the Arrows’ Seeker.”
“Is that what that scrum on the pitch is about, Nym?” Miranda and the rest of the ladies watched as the teams landed and charged at the referees, screaming and yelling.
“Apparently. It should be settled soon—she’s checking the Snitch for enchantments. I’d better get Harry; we’ll have to do court soon.”
Carina stood and gathered the seven other mates who would do the interrogation.
“Harry, the game’s over. Are you ready for court?”
“Just a minute, Nym.”
A brilliant flash of red light emanated from the dueling area.
“Harry, that was unfair.”
Harry’s mental grumbling floated across the bond.
“Stop grumbling, Harry. You Stunned the whole crowd.”
“Well, I didn’t want ’em to be disappointed, Sarah. They seemed so keen to get knocked around.”
“Just Ennervate them and come over to the pitch. Harry. We’ll set up.”
“All right, Nym.”
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The Royal Academy
Sports Ground, Dueling Area
Sunday
22 Sept 1996
17:25
Harry broadcast an Ennervate and everyone popped back to consciousness, smiling.
“That’s a fault for hitting the judge, Harry, and a win.”
“Thanks, Professor. Everybody okay? All right, then—it’s time for court so if you could find seats, I’m afraid I’m needed on the pitch.”
Harry smiled at the rumble of grumbling. He felt like grumbling himself as he had been having a blast and learning some things too. True, he could defeat anyone whenever he felt like it, but some of their techniques were innovative and would be added to Harry’s already vast library of spells and repertoire of techniques.
Like the Pied Piper of Hamelin, he set off toward the pitch and the throng followed. As he stepped onto one end of the pitch Nym stepped onto the side, and two spotlights followed them in the darkening sports complex. Harry followed the beam back to Amelia Fastida and Bellatrix’s staffs and sent them a snuggle; the circles of light jiggled.
“Harry, be careful.”
Harry sent Nym a smile and chuckled.
Suddenly lights came up around the complex and the spotlights snapped off; Harry seated Nym on one of the two chairs they had met in front of, and then he sat.
He looked out and Carina nodded her readiness. She and seven other mates were seated at four tables with vials of Veritaserum, certified parchment, and transcription quills.
The Wizengamot had moved into a box to Harry’s right and the Royals were in a box behind him.
Hestia stepped up and cast a Sonorus on herself. “The Court of 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, is now in session. All those having business before the Duke, approach and be judged.”
Hestia waved and the four prisoners, three wizards and a witch, appeared in the empty seats at the tables.
“You have been apprehended in the commission of crimes or because of past crimes. You will be questioned under Veritaserum and judged. Execution of sentence will be carried out immediately.”
Hestia stepped to Harry’s right and the interrogators offered the Veritaserum.
Carina cast the Sonorus on herself and Wendy Sheffield. Wendy agreed, held her head up proudly and took the Veritaserum on her tongue, and her questioning began.
Harry listened closely. Wendy had used a love potion on her sister’s bonded. She was found by him and he would not accommodate her even at his bonded’s insistence. She knew of no other instances where she had broken the law or intended to. She knew of no instances where she had caused harm.
Harry waved and two of the prisoners suddenly faded away and reappeared in a cage off to one side; after another wave, Sally Ridsten and her bonded, Luther, appeared in interrogation seats. Harry nodded and their questioning followed. Sally backed up her sister, as did Luther.
Sally and Luther were freshly bonded and he did not understand the implications of refusing Wendy.
Harry finally waved for the trio to be silent and then cast a Sonorus on himself. “Luther Ridsten, if anyone understands your fears of a multiple bonding it is me.”
The crowd laughed. Nym and the mates’ glares drew more laughter.
Harry continued. “See what I mean? The cost to this witch is too high for you to be a coward; however, a multiple bonding can be difficult.”
More laughter at the new burning glares.
“You see? But trust me, it’s worth it.”
Ooohs and aaahs at the brilliant smiles.
“Wendy and Sally Ridsten, your actions were both illegal and immoral. You knew you were supposed to come to me and yet did not.”
The young witches lowered their heads in shame.
“We will now confirm your thoughts on the finding.”
A mate at each interrogation station put her hand on Sally, Wendy, and Luther. Nym looked at Harry and nodded. Harry had felt it too and sighed.
“Wendy and Sally Ridsten, for your crimes you are fined ten thousand Galleons.”
The witches burst into tears. Luther swallowed. “Your Grace, we cannot pay.”
Harry nodded; he had thought as much. His passive Legilimency had told him Luther’s real concern was that he could not support both witches. He was a half-blood, and even though he was an excellent enchanter he couldn’t get a really well-paying job. “Then you will be bound to my House, Luther, until you all work off the debt.”
The crowd murmured in confusion. Harry ignored them. “How says the Wizengamot?”
The board with all the pureblood names on it everyone had looked at all day lit with all green lights.
Harry looked at Luther and waved and the Potter Crest appeared on the inside of his forearm. “See Duchess Narcissa, Luther, and she will find employment for you and your bonded. Oh, and Luther—bond Wendy tonight. If you don’t I’ll be forced to bind both Wendy and Sally as slaves, and none of us wants that.”
Wendy and Sally smiled at Harry and curtsied, then dragged a stunned Luther away, smirking.
The witches in the crowd in fifth year and above, along with the fully bonded wizards, clapped. Everyone else looked confused but satisfied; after all, love potions were prohibited except under the Duke’s direction, and given his proclivities for lighting people on fire, a ten thousand Galleon fine was light.
Harry watched them leave and then waved. William Brewster landed with a thump and his interrogation began with Carina emplacing the Sonorus and using her compulsion to get the Veritaserum into him.
William had killed a werewolf—not just one werewolf but several. He was unrepentant. He had not killed them in self defense; he had hunted them apparently for sport.
Harry thought for a moment. How to make this execution sufficiently terrifying?
Okay, he had it.
“William Brewster, you are guilty of premeditated murder. The sentence is death. How says the Wizengamot?” The board lit green again.
“William Brewster, you will be allowed to defend yourself.”
Harry waved and William landed in the warded, newly green area of the pitch, wand in hand.
Harry faded into the warded area, already changed to his Warg. William never hesitated. “Avada Kedavra!”
Harry took the jet of neon-green magic and began walking toward William.
The crowd screamed at the AK and then sat stunned as it obviously hit the giant beast to no effect.
“Hey, Nym, it worked. That one wasn’t Dark at all.”
“Harry, I’m going to kill you!”
“Harry, pay attention—he is.”
“Ouch! He likes that thing.”
“Harry, you have about two seconds to do something about this idiot before I kill him.”
“Ouch! Yeah, this is getting tiresome.”
Harry stopped walking, crouched, and leapt on William. With one snap of the giant jaws, William’s head rolled away. A flash of light occurred after Harry cast the Praedia Bellica wandlessly and silently.
“Yuck, blech. I think I’m going to be sick. How do werewolves do it? Humans taste nasty. The Praedia worked, though—that’s odd.”
Nym and the mates were as stunned as the rest of the crowd. They watched as the Warg rubbed its jaws on the grass of the pitch and then faded away.
Harry reappeared in his seat and Geoffrey popped in with a glass of water. Harry rinsed and spat several times as Flopsy cleared away William’s remains. The Potter elves removed a woman and three children who glowed briefly.
Harry looked up. “Well, we won’t use that method again. I’ll just light the werewolf-killers on fire. Humans taste nasty.”
Nym blinked as the crowd recoiled. “Harry, the Sonorus.”
“Oops.”
Harry gave a little wave. “Next.” Clyde Crawfield appeared.
As Jeanette was forced to use her compulsion on him, the bond was full of chatter. The Slytherin were explaining the efficacy of Harry’s actions to the rest and they were evaluating the response using their passive Legilimency. The bonded were satisfied that no one would ever forget that killing a werewolf was a capital crime.
Through an accident of fortune the opposite lesson was forthcoming. Clyde was a werewolf whose preferred food was humans. This actually turned the bonded’s stomachs after the taste of William.
Harry sat through the interrogation and then considered for a moment. Well, he’d killed a werewolf killer as Warg; might as well kill this werewolf as a human.
“Clyde Crawfield, you are guilty of premeditated murder. The sentence is death. How says the Wizengamot?” The board lit green again.
“Clyde Crawfield, you will be allowed to defend yourself.”
Clyde landed in the warded area in his werewolf form. He was big—medium sized beside Harry’s Warg, but Harry appeared in the warded area as himself.
Clyde wasted no time either and attacked immediately. Harry didn’t even bother with magic. He beat the werewolf to death barehanded. The noises were ghastly, starting with meaty slaps and ending with the crunch of the broken neck.
The crowd was dumbstruck. Mopsy appeared and Harry cast the only spell of the encounter, the Praedia Bellica.
Mopsy faded away with the still-glowing body as the Potter elves faded away with three female werewolves.
Harry faded back to his seat and waved. Gustav Droege vanished from the cage and appeared in an interrogation chair as the cage faded away. He did not resist, having seen what had happened to the others. He had not killed anyone; he would pay his fine and go, never to return to this benighted isle and its draconian tyrant.
Harry listened as Gustav admitted trafficking girls into and out of the U.K. Gustav almost lived through it until Ai Kurosawa’s name came up. Victoria then tore into him with more and more questions until Harry finally stopped it.
“Gustav Droege, you are guilty of human trafficking and conspiracy to commit pedophilia.”
“You who are bonded to twelve-year-olds accuse me?”
Gustav’s attempt at screaming came out as an unintelligible roar and then a shriek of agony as Ai summoned his tongue and incinerated it in the air. “You will not question my lord, scum.”
Harry chuckled and the crowd recoiled again. “As you can see, Gustav, you’re not exactly dealing with a sympathetic audience.”
“Normally I just incinerate pedophiles, but in this case I believe I’ll let the Duchesses who you trafficked have you as a toy.”
Harry waved and Gustav appeared in the warded area with a wand. The trafficked mates faded into the area and started torturing him.
It was horrifying, and as the crowd moved to flee, the Division faded into view.
“All you reporters take plenty of pictures—this will be on the front page tomorrow. Damn, he squeals like a pig.”
Harry waved and the squealing muted but didn’t go away. “This scum trafficked the Duchesses who are now skinning him alive into sexual slavery for profit and was complicit in their familys’ deaths. While some of you may attempt to draw parallels in what I have done, there is a difference. I was forced to it and still never took one of them against her will, and they are free to go at any time with my blessing and support. If you don’t believe me, ask them. Better yet, trust that as long as one of them hasn’t killed me it’s true.”
“Harry, we don’t really have a problem with it, but what about the Dutch?”
“I am their liege, Madam Marchbanks. They will comply or die. I will not tolerate crimes against children and will punish those found to have committed them in the very harshest way I can imagine.”
Harry, growing tired of the spectacle, and the mates’ rage having mostly run its course, nodded to Nym. She and the older mates went to the trafficked mates and took their sobbing forms in their arms and vanished.
Harry faded into the warded area and waved at Gustav, who instantly healed. “Gustav Droege, being guilty of conspiracy to commit murder and acts of pedophilia, you will be burned at the stake.”
Gustav was suddenly tied to a stake in a fire.
Harry left the warded area and nodded at the Divisional Unit Commanders. The division faded from view and the civilians slowly turned and left. The journalists stayed and watched Harry observe as Gustav slowly burnt to ash over the next hour, screaming in agony as Harry kept him alive until the very end. Finally Harry let him die. “Praedia Bellica!”
Harry turned to the journalists afterward. “Well, at least he got some practice for hell.”
They stood stunned as Harry faded away.
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