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Disclaimer: Do not ride outside the roped enclosure. Ni plivat na poll. Not mine, Rowlings, damn it, I hate saying that. This is an AU fic. Maybe I own this Harry? Wouldn't count on it, though. Never mind. If you hit PgDn, you get straight to some light lesbian smut. Not much though.


Before we have our chat



The sun was shining in through the narrow window, waking Gabrielle up. She felt content and happy. She also felt a bit horny, but she always did that anyway. Her Master was near, and he had taken her the night before, so everything was all right.
She looked around, and found herself in a huge bed. It was more Sultan- than King size and the Harem was all there. As she hadn't really met the other girls before, she took her time studying them.

To her right was Stina, the peculiar four hundred year old little girl. She looked about fifteen, complete with her brown hair in pigtails. She had a classic beauty, but with a few freckles on her nose. Her arms were muscular, and the fact that she wasn't fully human was revealed in the shimmering highlights on her skin. Her breasts were large, maybe C-cup, and her waist was slim and lacked bellybutton. She had slim, long legs, and her mound had a little tuft of hair, but the sides were bare. Not shaved, she saw, but hairless.
Gabrielle managed to keep herself from licking the girl awake, but promised herself to do that some time. She did look absolutely delicious, and the smell of her sex was intoxicating. Instead, she turned to her left.

Disa was right next to her, and Gabrielle could not stop staring at those incredible boobs. The fur on the upper side was like honey in colour, and she felt she had to touch it extensively, but later. Below the magnificent boobs were a very slim waist, and a very firm and delightfully curvy hip. The thighs just begged to be licked, and the hairless slit with the protruding clit was a wonder to behold, and Gabrielle found herself getting wet. Disa's tail was beautiful. Quite bushy, and silky soft. It would be the perfect thing to wrap around her shoulders on a cold day as she licked that beautiful quim. Disa's high cheekbones accentuated the large incisors, making her look slightly dangerous, and madly sexy. Her tiny little nose made Cuteness the domineering trait of the Huldr's face, though. Her large eyes would be lovely to paint for more formal occasions. The long, basically strawberry blonde hair was thick and shining, and would be lovely to brush and arrange.

Jorunn's would be even better. It was incredibly long and rich, and Gabrielle shivered a bit in anticipation of running her fingers through it. She also remembered a stripe of fur along her spine, leading from Jorunn's head to that lovely tail of hers. Her face was beautiful, too. Like with Disa, it was decidedly predatorial, but Jorunn looked even more exotic and dangerous. She remembered well how Jorunn had lifted her to taste her pussy, and there was no doubt the girls had superhuman strength. Those four tits were a chapter to themselves. Full and firm, and also equipped with perfect and sensitive nipples. The hairless vagina was another great thing, and now Gabrielle could barely stop herself any more.
She looked around the bed, and noticed the discreet splendour they rested in. The room had a high ceiling, and three large chandeliers with room for hundreds of candles, and an odd-looking crystal in the centre. There were tapestries on the walls and furs on the floor. Everything spoke of a medieval castle, except some little touches here and there.
There were several wardrobes along one wall. They were decorated with carvings, and she got out of bed and walked up to the one with a beautifully carved Peregrine falcon on it. Inside were several gowns and all sorts of clothes, all in the same style, vaguely medieval, and severely sexy as well. She considered putting on a bathrobe and go looking for her Master, but she could sense that he was busy, so she slipped back up in the bed. Disa's boobs were just too great. She crawled carefully in between Disa's legs and began carefully licking her awake. As the Huldr moaned and stirred, Gabrielle looked up, and into Disa's shining amber eyes.

“Hi! I'm Gabrielle, and I love you. Good morning.”


Harry was indeed occupied. He was sitting in a comfortable armchair in his study, discussing the renovations of the castle with Dobby, sitting in a similar, but miniaturized chair himself. Between them were a table with a full English breakfast. He sensed the girls waking up and busying themselves, and he smiled. There would surely be tension and fighting among them sooner or later, but later sounded good to him.

“Master Harry, the plumbing is working, and there is gas lights with a constant conjuration charm of some kind in the tanks. The kitchens work with gas too, and the storages and larders have cooling charms that seems to need some fixing that Dobby can't do.”

“I'll have a look at them. How about guest rooms and suites? I guess the girls will want to have their own rooms, too, even if they will always be welcome in the master suite, of course.”

“There are ten guest suites, and twenty rooms, not counting the ones near Master bedroom that I already made for the Misseses. I mean, that Winky thinked of, and yelled at Dobby to do until Dobby did.”

“Thankfully, I haven't had that problem yet. They're awake, by the way. Maybe breakfast in half an hour or so? How is it with neighbours? Anything living in the Loch?”

“Winky will see to them, Master Harry. Only fish in the Loch. Muggles come here to fish and take pictures. The Fidei Divisor charm that protects Master Harry's castle makes them all see the ruin.”

“I need to learn that charm. So, security is pretty good here, then? What about that arch you told me about. Could you get it to work?”

“Yes, Master Harry. It is in a room in the dungeons. Very safe room. Rowan wood and magnetite, nickel sheets and magic-eating runes of platinum. Master Harry is Lord, and can always call the Arch. All Master Harry needs to do is to meet it and feel it. There are rings, too. Rings that will call the arch to wherever they are. Beautiful rings, they are. This castle was made by Sorcerers, Master Harry. Sorcerers have always had many Bonded girls. Dobby and Winky thinks they are made for Bond Brides.”

“Interesting word. They're not exactly my brides, though.”

The elf looked at his employer with an arched eyebrow.

“Dobby say that too. Winky say 'pish-posh' and Dobby thinks Winky was right. Master Harry, you learned elveses aren't stupid as we is sounding. We see things you do not. We see need before it is. Dobby see Master Harry with Bond Brides last night. Pish-Posh.”

Harry laughed at his minuscule Chamberlain-to-be. They had talked for hours, and Harry had learned that there was a working brain between those floppy ears. It was a brain that marched to a different beat than human brains, but it was fast.
They had walked around Kilchurn, and Harry had found that the floppy-eared little man was a very gifted individual, equipped with a caustic wit, and great taste. The décor was just like he wanted it, like a more benevolent and personal Hogwarts. The crests that adorned many surfaces had been replaced with new ones, more suitable for his own castle.

One suite had it's doors adorned with a red shield with a fasces and a cornucopia, and he was surprised to learn that it was the Weasley family crest.

Another guest room had a bisected shield in blue and gold, with a book and three candles. The border was an outstretched Ermine. After seeing the Weasley shield, he could easily see that this was the Granger, brand new family shield. Dobby had even had it registered!

Luna had a room too, adorned with a crescent moon, a heart and a gauntlet.
There was a room in the dungeons, too, decorated in what only could be called”Testosterone chic”, all oak, brass and leather, with a bar and a dartboard, pool- and poker tables and female-repelling charms on the door.
Dobby had told him that the room had already been there, he had only modernized it. There were plans to make it safe for mundane electronics, too.
In the interest of fairness, he thought there should be an all female room too, but he held that off for later. The library was extensive, and it probably would have been a treasure trove for bibliophiles, and Harry reminded himself to see what he could learn about potions there. Perhaps some strategies, too.
The rest seemed to work best if he didn't think too much.

To his delight, there was a smithy in the courtyard and a gym in one of the towers. There were also a workshop with what he called the ”toolboxes of requirement.” Brilliant solution, that.

“Does Winky cook at Hogwarts too?” He asked.

“No, Master Harry, the cooking elves wouldn't let her. The cooking elves wouldn't let Dobby either. Dobby can only make drinks at Hogwarts. Dobby make beer and mead and butterdrinks, but is not allowed to serve, only make. Much is poured out. Squid in the lake gets very silly. How is you, Master Harry? May Winky cook and Dobby, too?”

“Dobby, you care for Winky, don't you?”

“Dobby does, Master. Master approve?”

“Of course I do. Is this place too large for two elves? No shadow on your work or anything, but I want this place to be in top condition. Can you do it?”

“Maybe one or two more would be good, Master Harry. This castle could occupy fifteen elveses, but is not needed. Not really.”

“Dobby, soon there will be babies, too. I want you to be my Chamberlain. You will take care of the castle, me and my ... BondBrides, and our children. You will lead the work, and you will hire as you need the manpower. Who does what is not my call, it's yours. Remember that I need you fit and ready, so no doing everything on your own. I will want to know about major changes in advance, but you are in charge. I want you to hire mistreated elves, or buy them if you need it. I understand most elves are happy where they are, but if they want out, lets give them a place to go to here.”

“Master Harry, Dobby did. Dobby make Elf hospital in dungeon, and left dungeons with dust-and-clutter charms, to keep elves happy. Dobby did right?”

“Again, you anticipate my needs. Now, to understand women, I should rather talk to Winky than you, right?”

Dobby grinned in a fairly insolent way.

“To understand, Master Harry needs to bang head against the wall. Winky can tell what to do. Master shouldn't try to understand. It just hurts.”

Harry laughed.
“You are probably right, my friend. Where can I find her?”

There was a pop, and Winky was there. Dobby immediately evacuated his chair, offering it to Winky. She looked horrified, until Harry nodded, and she sat hesitantly, like the armchair would swallow her.

“Hi Winky. Do you like it here?”

“Yes Master. It is big, and Winky can do everything that is needs to be doing.”

“Good. I don't know how you have arranged things, but I have given some details to Dobby, who will act as my Chamberlain. Now, I understand that those pillowcases are traditional, but I'd rather have you in some kind of uniform. Can that be done in a way we can agree on?”

“Yes, Master. We make Elfshaped pillows. Then, we make pretty pillowcases, and wear those. Like Wizarding servant's uniforms?”

“Something like that. You know my crest and my taste, as well as your own ,so I'll leave it to you. Now, Winky, I need some advice on romance. Constant boinking has it's charm, but I'm trying to diversify here....”


The girls were still in bed, but a lot sweatier than before. Poor Stina had been assaulted by both kinds of allure until she had gone almost catatonic by the constant orgasms.
She had managed to discern that the Veela allure was largely mental, while the Huldr variety spoke directly to the body, with only a minimal compulsion, designed to attract the victim to the Huldr in question instead of anything female.
Jorunn had been thoroughly licked all over, and Disa had discovered that she could actually cum by fucking a girl with her large nipples.
Given that the girl was a Veela, of course, with their ability to tighten up, but still.
The only one who could still move was Gabrielle, and those movements were largely caresses. Suddenly, the door opened, and the main object of their affection came in.
Harry dropped his bathrobe on the floor, and climbed onto the bed. He crawled up to the pillows, and laid back.
Immediately, he had Gabrielle's lips on his cock, but he lifted her up, and placed her on top of him. She slid down his length, not stopping until he had reached her bottom.
The little Veela girl was held in place by his strong hands, and he slowly began to move inside her. He captured a nipple in his mouth and bit gently, making her moan, and the Huldr girls couldn't move much, but they did roll over, and used their tails to caress and tickle her into a nice lingering orgasm.
Harry gently moved her aside, and rolled over to Jorunn. He pulled her to her side, and spooned her. After a quick charm, he placed his slick cock at her arse and pushed himself inside. Just because he could, he morphed ridges and bumps on his cock, and she panted heavily as he slowly buggered her.
Disa made a heroic effort, and placed herself between Jorunn's lifted legs, extending that long rough Huldr tongue into her friend as their Master fucked her. Jorunn came much harder than Gabrielle had, and the squeezing brought Harry over the edge.
He pulled out of Jorunn, and Disa took him in her mouth immediately. As Harry unloaded his volume into the greedy girl's mouth, he released his magic into his semen, making Disa come gently, but for a very long time as she swallowed it all.
Spent and cleaned, he crawled over to Stina, who had begun to move. He got to his feet, and pulled her up to him in a tight embrace. The embrace got a lot tighter, as he used his waterpower to merge their bodies in what looked like a standing waterspout. It twirled and foamed, and there were some strange blue flashes, and the bond came alive with love, closeness and the merging of mind and body. The girl still on the bed found themselves gasping by the echoes of Stina's experience. After several minutes, the water column slowed and separated into two beings, two very happy beings, one of them blushing and one gently smiling.

“Master, Did you think I would pass up the opportunity to enter you as you entered me? Wasn't it good?”

“It was brilliant, love. Just unexpected, but unexpected things can be very good.”

“Master,” Disa said,”Not that you ever need a reason to screw us silly, but what brought this on?”

“Partly because I wanted to, partly because I love you and you are all so damned tempting. Mostly, because I think that's the level of romance you want from me. I'm learning to deal with the fact that everything I know about courting and such is about human girls, and you're not.”

“You're right of course.”Gabrielle nodded. “I know I look like a fairytale princess, but given the choice between roses and poetry, or your cock down my throat, the roses don't stand a chance.”

“Our sister is right.” Disa clarified.” If you want to give us a romantic gift, tie a ribbon around your cock. We love you, and when you tell us you love us, we just melt. You can do no wrong with us, because you love us and we love you.
I love giving you examples, and here's another one. You come home from Hogwarts or whatever, a little stressed, a little grumpy and just out of sorts. You meet me in the hall, grab my head and fuck my face until you feel better.
That means I helped you. I'm part of your life, and a part that makes you feel better. Even if you just want to slamfuck my arse when you're in a bad mood. Now, this isn't universal for us, it's because it's you. You would make damn sure we got off as well, even if we do that naturally anyway. Then there's the bond. We feel your emotions. We know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that you love us, and that you want us to have your babies. You have no idea how much that means to us.”

“No I don't, but I don't really need to, do I? I love you, I need you and I'd like to keep you around.
Gabrielle, even if you don't need this, I do.”

He concentrated. This was a bit bigger than anything he had done so far, even if it was mostly an illusion. He was suddenly dressed in a white robe with blue trim, and Fang expanded in his hand. The walls and floor of the room became marble, and roses, blue and white, covered the floor. The girls found themselves in white silk gowns, vaguely resembling Sigyn's ceremonial garb, and their golden belts were adorned with the alchemical symbols of air, for Gabrielle, fire for Disa, water for Stina and earth for Jorunn. They stood up, wordlessly, since none of them could formulate a complete sentence. Their Master was glowing with power, and his love for them shone clearly in his eyes.

“Ladies, you know how much I love you. Our Bond is all I need, and I think you feel the same. Still, I was raised as a human, whatever else I may be, and I have to operate in the human world.

Today, Gabrielle, I ask for your hand in marriage. Jorunn, Disa, Stina, I ask for your hands as well, but I would like to postpone the actual ceremonies until I've dealt with Voldemort. Gabrielle and I have to operate more in the human world, and even if we're already married in my heart, your family needs to see that I'm serious about you.” He called up a silver tray, with four gold rings on them. Signet rings, but not bulky or cumbersome, but slim , elegant and decidedly feminine.

“Gabrielle Delacour, will you marry me?”

Gabrielle's head was spinning. Her Prince was here, right here, asking her to marry him. She didn't need romance or roses, she just needed him, and here he was, offering her him, romance and roses. She jumped at him, crying.

“Yes! Yesyesyes!” Then she melted as he kissed her with all the passion he had, setting her body on fire with desire and need, which he quenched with a blue spark, leaving her wonderfully weak in her knees. He took one of the rings and slid it onto her finger where it fitted itself. A white light spread from the ring and the castle flashed in response. She was awestruck. This mighty castle, the Sorcerer's fortress had recognised her, little Gabrielle, Fleur's baby sister as a Lady of the House.

Disa and Jorunn stood, and after sharing a glance, they removed their belts and switched. After buckling them again, they approached the newly engaged. They didn't say anything, but their eyes shone brightly enough to be seen in daylight. As one, they fell to their knees, and sang in the metallic cadences of the ancient Norse. They were joined after a second by Stina, who had taken a while to catch on. He couldn't understand a word, but the meaning was clear, and the language and melody made a magic all of it's own.

They pledged themselves to him.

They pledged their bodies and hearts

Their strength and knowledge

Their future and their children.

They would never betray him

They would always obey him

They declared him their purpose and their life.

The room glowed, magic flared, the power in them all responded as Harry embraced them all within his magic, accepting the oath, and wordlessly, he reciprocated in a dazzling display of magic and might. The castle trembled, and the magical wave that sped outwards from Kilchurn destroyed love potions and disrupted contraceptive charms all over Wizarding Britain.
The five lovers in the Lord's Suite didn't know and didn't care. They were already married in the eyes of themselves and Magic itself. The castle was humming softly, as the last Sorcerer placed the rings on the hands of his women. The atmosphere was Sacred, until Disa broke the silence.

“That was fun. Is this the part where we make all the babies?”

Laughing, they descended to the dining room for a delayed breakfast.



Jacques Delacour was pacing in the garden.
Not that he minded being married to a Veela, not at all, but the calm way his wife just accepted his youngest daughters absence was maddening. She was just fourteen! He knew perfectly well that she was a Veela like her mother, and therefore fully mature, but to have her Bonded and pregnant already almost drove him crazy. He didn't even know this boy that had knocked up his daughter. He had gone on a rant about calling this pup out and kill him in a duel, when Fleur had looked at him squarely.

“Papa, if you call him out, you will die. If you hurt Gabrielle in any way, you will die. If you try to get between them, I will kill you myself, because I will be more merciful than my sister. Cope.”

That kind of talk does get a man's attention. His eldest daughter had meant every word, and she did know the boy. William had been there too, nodding agreement. Jacques knew he was a fairly powerful wizard, but when a Triwizard champion, one of the most powerful witches in the country, and one of Gringott's finest curse breakers agreed that he didn't stand a chance, he would be a fool to push on.
It didn't make him feel better, though.
Suddenly, an Arch appeared, and before he could even get his wand out, Gabrielle stood in front of him. She was different, however. Her posture was not that of a little girl, but of a confident woman. She was dressed in a white gown, and the crest of her boy adorned her chest. She wore a ring now, too. Had she gotten married without telling her family? Had he really been that much of a swine to her? His worries dissipated when she flew into his arms, hugging him like she still was his little girl.

“Hi Papa. Do you have a few hours?”

“For you, Cherie? Always!”

“Good. It's time for you to meet Harry.”

He didn't have time to respond before his daughter had led him through the Arch. The passage was strangely peaceful, but it didn't last long until they arrived in what looked like a dungeon.

“This is the travelling room. It's easy to get in here, but hard to get out, if the Castle doesn't know you.”

“The Castle?”

“Yes. This Castle has some kind of sentience, and it recognises me as Lady of the house. Let's go. Harry is in the lakeside tower.”

Jacques was numbly following his daughter. This was a castle, no doubt about that. Old and sentient, too. Whoever owned it might just be worth to take seriously. He followed his daughter's annoyingly swaying hips up several flights of stairs. Apparently, there were three subterranean floors. They ended up in a grand hall, with all the trappings one could expect in a British castle. They continued upwards until they came to a library. Inside, there were books everywhere, and more importantly, three of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. They wore gowns like the one his daughter was wearing, but with different belts, and he was shocked to see that two of them had tails! Jacques was a studied man, and he quickly realised that he was seeing at least two predators, capable of killing him in an instant. The third girl, a brunette with startling, indigo eyes came up to him. She addressed him in perfect , although slightly archaic French.

“Welcome to Kilchurn Castle, Monsieur Delacour. I am Stina, Bondsister to your daughter and the oldest of us here. This is Disa, and Jorunn. We are all pledged and Bonded to Harry, but Gabrielle is the one that matters now. As you may see, none of us are human. Disa is a Lynx Huldr these days, she was a Squirreltail when they bonded, Jorunn is a Foxtail and I am a Lake Warden. Disa's and Jorunn's families are all aboard on this little adventure. The only possible rain cloud is, to be frank, you. So we brought you here so you can meet Harry in some peace and quiet. Since you are not on familiar ground, we thought that you can choose if you wish to have Gabrielle present, or if you want to meet him alone.”

“Charmed, ladies. Excuse me, I have just had a number of shocking things happen to me in the last fifteen minutes. I mean no offence, but I was under the impression that Huldr were dangerous predators, but here you are, clearly not trying to eat me or each other. I have never even heard of Lake Wardens, and I was completely unprepared for the castle.”

“Understandable,” the one called Disa laughed. ”So was Harry. We are dangerous, because we do feed off men's life force, and we can easily kill if we're not careful. Harry could probably feed all the Huldr in the world and not notice, he's so powerful. A Lake Warden is a kind of water spirit, like a nymph. If you look out that window, you will see the Loch. It's her body, her mind and her power. She is the water, and she might just be the second most powerful being you'll ever meet.”

“Disa, dear, you're making me blush. I am powerful, Monsieur Delacour, but perhaps not that powerful. I have no doubt I can be defeated by more wizards than Harry, but not too many.”

“Is he really that powerful?”

“Papa, it's not his power that keeps us here. Look around you. He keeps us happy, and he loves us. He is a Sorcerer, but that doesn't really say anything. He's good and kind. He loves us all fiercely, and he will protect us against anything. This whole thing started when he protected me against the British laws, and he might just destroy the ministry to show just how much it annoys him.”

“Chevalier, then?”

“Perhaps. He's mine, and that's what really matters. He is the father of my child, Papa, and that happened because I wanted it. He would never do anything against our will, even if we do things against his wishes all the time. Well, maybe not all the time, but it happens.”

“Really? I was under the impression that you were more or less enslaved in the Bonding?”

“Usually yes, but it depends on the man. Veela bondings are based on desire and sex, From what we know of Sorcerer's Bonds, they were based on power. Our bond is based on Love, and I doubt a bond like ours have ever existed before. It's like seeing colours for the first time, only more so.”

“Are you Happy, Gabrielle? Are you all happy?”

The overwhelmingly positive response almost bowled him over.

Stina spoke again, trying to explain.
“Monsieur, I am a very alien life form, and Harry loves me. I can look like anyone, but it's me that he loves, no matter how I look. He had a chance to completely enslave Jorunn the first time they met. She even offered him the chance, but he declined and healed her instead. Disa has had many candidates for her bed, but Harry refused to bond her when she asked him, opting to get to know her first. He didn't want to have the greatest boobs in existence, he wanted her. That's the kind of man we love. I don't need much romance, and I'm not sure Disa and Jorunn even understands the concept, but he still made his proposal beautifully romantic for Gabrielle. His suite have a very large bed, and we wouldn't have thought of staying somewhere else, but he made private rooms for us all here anyway.”

“I see. I think I need to meet him.”

“So do we. If you would follow me?”

Jacques followed the peculiar girl up some more flights, into a tower.

“He recently acquired a flying form, and he's out testing it over the Loch”

“He's a bird, too?”

They entered a large room, with a pair of huge open doors, facing the Loch.

“Not quite. Look over there.”

Something huge was sweeping towards them. Something huge and black, that would have been terrifying if it hadn't been acting so silly. He didn't see Stina leave, because he was captivated by the dragon-like beasts antics. There were loops and barrel rolls, strange manoeuvres, and something that would have looked like a winged Wronski feint, if it hadn't ended in a big splash when the thing misjudged it's turning rate. However, it shot up from the surface like a rocket, and headed towards this roost, or whatever it was. Jacques was stunned when the dragon-like thing swooped in, misjudged it's speed again and crashed hard into the far wall. The leathery heap transformed into a young man, howling with laughter.

“I was supposed to impress you, Monsieur Delacour, but I have a feeling I messed it up. Had I known you were coming, I would have practised before.”

“You didn't know I was coming, and yet you call me by my name?”

“Of course. The wards on this place told me about you, and your presence feels very similar to Gabrielle's. It wasn't hard to figure out, really. Besides, I was planning on contacting you today, and the girls are getting good at anticipating my needs.”

“What was it you wanted to talk about, then?”

“Mostly to get to know you, frankly. We do have a few things in common, Monsieur. We are both thrust into positions where we have little control, and fair Gabrielle holds the keys to them. Shall we adjourn to my little Male Haven and socialise for a bit?”

They began the long descent, and Jacques heard the boy mumble something about elevators. He smiled to himself when he went over everything that had happened. Something had stuck in his mind, though.

“Mr. Potter, you said I felt like Gabrielle?”

“Oh yes. Seriously speaking, she is many things. Veela, witch and my bondmate for starters, but beneath it all, she is clearly your daughter. That will never change. As you may know, I have already proposed to your daughter, and although it's the wrong order, I would like to have your permission.”

“You have that already, since you got her home from her disastrous visit to this country. My blessing, though is another thing. May I ask about your other shape?”

“It's a Leharv, an almost extinct breed of dragon, but very distantly related to the normal ones. I got the shape as a gift from Fafnir, the Great Dragon of the North. He thinks Voldemort gives serpents a bad name.”

“And you are to take care of him, then?”

“Yes.” Jacques trembled slightly to the absolute conviction in the young man's voice, and the slight wave of power that followed it.

“Monsieur, I love Gabrielle, and the others. Gabrielle is pregnant by me. My child will grow up in a better world than I did. I can do it, I just have to figure out how.”

They had reached a sturdy oak door, with a handpainted sign on, saying “Klub Kilchurn” which made Harry laugh.

“I see my Chamberlain has been busy.”

“You have a Chamberlain?”

“He's a house elf. Wicked sense of humour, he's got. I sure didn't make that sign.”

He opened the door, allowing Jacques to enter first and be suitably stunned. It was a perfect Gentleman's Club. He gravitated to the bar, and Harry stepped behind it.

“So, what can I get you?”

“It may be heresy for a Frenchman not to ask about wine, but a smoky whisky would be great if you have it.”

“Certainly. Islay is only a few miles off, after all.” Harry brought out a bottle with a hand written label on and poured a glass for his guest. “This, however is an Oban. 48 years in oak, cask strength and no charring and I have no idea what I just said.”

Jacques couldn't help laughing at this boy, who might be powerful beyond reason, who might have made his daughter pregnant and who might be a Dragon animagus but who still was a young man, doing his best and who didn't know everything.

“You just told me it's a bloody fine whisky. May I ask the purpose for this room?”

“It's a hideaway. There's even a female-repelling charm on the door, and more secrecy- and anti-eavesdropping spells on this place than I care to name. Even my Bond gets muted in here. The girls can feel my presence, but they can't detect anything that goes on. The room was here before I got the castle, but it was apparently made by other sorcerers, since I can recognise the touch. Sorcerers used to bond lots of females, primarily Veela, and I guess they needed a place to themselves. I'll be setting up a spa-like room for the girls later. They might need some privacy too.”

“Very wise. Let's get busy, though. Why did you Bond my daughter?”

“Because it felt like the right thing to do. She asked me to, and another did as well. She had to be kept safe, and as it were, she could have been claimed by anyone on the street. I had to. I could blame it on her setting the allure on me, but I could have negated the effect if I really wanted to.”

“It was her idea? She told you about it?”

“Yes. I didn't know anything about bonding before. Suddenly we were bonded in my way, not hers. It was very strange. I didn't know about sorcery either. She has been my guide in all this. I couldn't, wouldn't do without her.”

“Young man, I think you are an honourable man. Tell you what, if I may entertain here once or twice, you have my blessing.”

“That was easier than I expected. May I ask what brought this on?”

“Gabrielle is happy, healthy and safe. She loves you, and you love her. It's evident in your voice and everything. Your girls talked to me before we went up to the ... whatever you call that room, and they painted a superhuman picture of you, truly too good to be true. You are just good enough to be true. You are human after all. Now, my son in law, shall we play a little nice, friendly and benevolent prank on the ladies, and for now, I include Fleur and Jeanne?”

After a lot of banter, ideas tossing and talk about shoes and ships and sealing wax, Harry assumed a stern face and escorted his father in law to the arch. Jacques had a similar stony face on, and the girls, who were hovering in the halls, barely visible around the corners, were getting really worried.
Once Jacques was sent back, in the nick of time, since his stony face was beginning to crack, Harry assumed his grumpiest face, and stomped out, with Jormungandr holding his thoughts private even through the bond. In the hall, he met a very hesitant Disa.

“I'm sorry, Master. I thought it would be a good idea..”

She didn't get any further, since Harry grabbed her and pushed her, face first, into a niche. He vanished her skirt, and bent her tail up. Without a word, he entered her tight little pussy, driving her into the wall with hard thrusts in a furious tempo, while constantly sparking her. He finished quickly inside her, kissed her neck and walked away, leaving her on the floor, trying to recover from a long and continuous orgasm and with semen oozing out of her womb.

“If that's how he is when he's annoyed, I'll definitely annoy him again,”she thought as she clambered to her unsteady feet.

He didn't say anything about his visitor for the rest of the day. When the wedding was mentioned, he was all smiles again, and the girls appeared to have forgotten about the whole thing. They were very careful around him, though.
That night, Gabrielle returned to the Delacour estate near Lille, and Harry and his remaining girls returned to Seidheim. No one seemed to have noticed that they had been gone for a day, but then again, under the midnight sun, time didn't mean much.
Harry had a long talk with Sigyn before calling it a day.
When he got up to his room, Jorunn was waiting for him. She didn't say anything, just massaged his back with her strong hands, as he was a bit sore from flying. After half an hour of being cared for, he fell asleep. He did wake up, briefly, as she crawled downwards, again taking him in her mouth before going to sleep.

When he woke up a couple of hours later, he had actually slipped out of her mouth. She was lying on her side, with her lovely arse and tail sticking out over the side of the bed.
If it hadn't been so hot, he would have thought it looked ridiculous.
He slipped quietly out of bed, walked around and slowly and carefully performed the charm. Cupping her breast with his left hand, he entered her arse with a smooth thrust. She woke up with a pleased gasp, and grabbed the sheets hard as he fucked her. Her tail was flailing wildly as he thrust into her and she bit her lip as she came, again and again.
Soon he reached his limit as well, and he filled her belly with his cum, feeling her body absorb it. He gave her a long and loving kiss, before he withdrew and got dressed. No one was awake as he left the house heading for the lake. He ran there, taking pains to do so as silently as possible. Gabrielle could swim, fairly well in fact, and as he stripped and got in the water, he drew on her knowledge to swim around the lake. He could feel the strain on his chest and arms, but he figured it might come in handy. He finished on the islet with the rebuilt cottage, sensing the Arch inside. He pulled himself onto the rocks, laid back and relaxed. After a couple of heartbeats, he had Stina's mouth around his member. Again, he said nothing, but let his magic swing her around, so they ended up in the classic sixtynine. Morphing himself a longer tongue, he got to work, and soon had her coming as he probed her depths. So did she, with his cock as probe, and using her morphing ability to make her throat feel like a tight pussy. After ten minutes of trying to drive each other crazy, he came again, and she took his load all over her face. After cleaning him off, she turned to face him, her face covered with his semen and while she was looking into his eyes, she absorbed his semen right through her skin. He kissed her, got up and, concentrating hard, walked across the surface of the lake back to his clothes, got dressed and walked back to the smithy. On the way, he located Gabrielle's mind. She was sleeping in her room, with the Codex beside her. He smiled to himself and gently, very gently he reached out to her through the bond with his magic. He gently caressed her with his power, watching, in his mind's eye, her nipples contract. He focused a bit more, and without waking her, he managed to give her an orgasm. He felt inordinately proud as she mumbled his name, and he saw that she was clutching his ring in her sleep. He smiled as he withdrew. She might not need romance, but she appreciated it. He felt very lucky, but the feeling vanished like a pay check in a bar at the stare he received when he entered the smithy's yard. Leif was there, and with him was a short man who reminded Harry uncomfortably of Mad-eye Moody. They had the same kind of glare, and the same awareness of everything that happened around them. This one had greyish-blonde hair tied back in a short, stiff braid, blue eyes and a very serious moustache. He had a stocky build, and was almost as muscled as Surt, but something about his stance alerted Harry that this was a fighter.

“Morning, Hasse,” Leif said. He gestured to the man beside him, who barely reached his waist. “This is Björn. He's the trainer for the Einharjers, our militia. I can not teach you much. He can. You are good and honourable man. Björn is underhanded bastard. He can teach you much.”

“Good morning, Mistah Fafnerson. I've been told that I don't need to teach you spells and such, but I can and will teach you how to fight.” The fighter said in a melodical voice.

“Good morning. So duelling replaces biking? I like the biking, but duelling makes more sense.”

Björn smiled, and moved as to whisper something. Before Harry knew it, he was strapped upside down against the smithy wall, too dizzy to focus on anything.

“Duelling, Mistah Fafnersson? I don't duel. I will teach you to be a complete and utter bastard. I will teach you to attack from behind, to sucker punch in fourteen ways and I do teach by example.”

Harry almost felt sorry for him. Obviously, the man had never met a Sorcerer. He summoned his power, tore free of the wall and somersaulted down to the ground.
Well, he intended to.
Halfway through his somersault, he was hit by a barrel, and went flying in the wrong way. He landed in a scrap heap, and as soon as he got to his feet, Björn was in front of him. The stocky man stamped hard on Harry's foot, and as soon as he reflexively lifted his injured foot, he received a knee in the groin that made him see stars.
Suddenly, there was growling.
Someone was placing a hand on his tormented groin, making the pain go away, and he leaped to his feet. Disa was on her knees beside him wearing an oversized T-shirt and her hair was a mess. She had obviously been sleeping ten seconds ago.
Björn was held in check against the smithy wall by a snarling Jorunn. Harry quickly sent out to Stina and Gabrielle that he was training, and that there was no real danger.
Jorunn was magnificent. She was stark naked of course, and her tail was rigid and frizzy. Her claws, that Harry had rarely seen, was black, and fully extended. Her canine teeth were more pronounced than usual, and the glow in her yellow eyes spoke of Death.
Disa sauntered up to Jorunn, making a similar transformation, but while Jorunn was still naked, Disa grew a light coat of strawberry blonde fur. She crouched as well, extended her clear claws and hissed at the man. Suddenly, Harry could see why some people would be afraid of his cuddly bedwarmers. These girls...no, females, were ready to kill on his say-so.
Jorunn seemed to have troubles restraining herself, and her face was contorted by her snarling that showed most of her sharp, pointed teeth. He walked up to her, and for some reason, he rubbed her ears. She immediately relaxed, and looked up on him worriedly.

“Girls, if he can beat me, I have things to learn from him. He needs to beat me every now and then, and if you come to my rescue in training, I'm afraid I won't learn.” He turned to Disa, and guffawed lightly at her”fighting face.” Yes, her eyes were shining and her teeth was showing and all, but since the Bonding, her eyes shone pink, her nose had turned into a tiny little black button and her ears, that were poking up through her hair, had adorable little tufts on them. He could see that she might be scary, but she was so incredibly cute that he could barely stand it. He bent down and whispered in her furry ear.
“If I get frustrated fighting this guy, I'll have to work it off somehow, right?” Her pink eyes lit up even more, and her feline growling turned into more of a purr. The girls straightened and reverted to a more human shape, even if they kept their claws extended. A few kisses later they left with Leif, who was liiking appreciatively at Jorunn's naked body, leaving Björn, looking a little wild, and Harry. The older man shook his head to collect himself and asked,

“Well, Mistah, what would you say just happened?”

“I got rescued.”

“Wrong. You won, by applying a resource I didn't know about. Damn, that was scary.”

“You were lucky that only two of my girls were in the immediate area. If Stina or Gabrielle had come here too, I may not have been able to control them. Never mind that now. They won't bother us again. You got me. How should I have done it?”

This began a few interesting weeks for Harry. Eight hours a day was spent with Björn and a number of other Einharjers, learning how to cheat, fool and destroy an opponent. The Einharjers, he learned was a hereditary force, typically about 3000 men and women strong. They shared a genetic defect, allowing them superior strength and speed in battle. Unfortunately, this was due to a kind of battle rage, so they couldn't use it intelligently. This meant that the Einharjers were very balanced people who rarely lost their temper, and Harry did his best to learn their temper-management techniques. In the beginning he was afraid to let go, but as he learnt that they would heal anything overnight, he began to exert himself. They only asked for a bit of restraint after he had transformed in a mock-battle and melted a man's legs off with his acid spray.

That lead to him spending two hours a day with Sigyn, learning about potions, poisons and acids, in order to use it better and possibly be safer to be around.

Three hours a day was spent at Kilchurn with the girls.

He always spent at least one hour at the Klub, though, and the girls didn't mind, since they had their own Spa Wonderland to occupy themselves with. For some reason, the girls couldn't use the arches if Harry wasn't in the castle already, and after the first week Harry had a large bedroom installed in the Dungeons, near the Klub and the Spa. From that point, they went straight there, and Stina discovered that she could reach the Loch by simply flushing herself down the toilet, since the filtering and cleaning charms in the pipes didn't affect her at all. The first time Harry saw her climb up through the bowl with a dreamy smile, he laughed so hard he couldn't stand.

Three hours a day was spent biking. He would transform and grab the bike in his talons and fly to a nearby tarmac road, with some heavy diversion charms going, land and just go flat out for the three hours just to see how far he could go. The road was fairly straight, but it had a number of steep hills to get over, and Harry got to the point where the meter on the bike said that his average speed was 40 kph, and he thought that it was good enough. Surt said it was amazing, since he barely got his average on that stretch over 27.

Four hours were spent in the smithy, where he learned more about metals than he thought there was to know, and Surt learned to make full use of his apprentice's power. The rumour spread, and people from around Seidheim began to come to the smithy to watch the show as Harry and Surt bantered while they worked, threw impossibly heavy things to each other, swiftly snatching them out of the air. It was assumed that Hasse had a gift for metal, like Surt had a gift for heat, and they made many beautiful things which never gathered any dust before they were sold.

The rumour of the smith's apprentice spread like wildfire among the girls at Seidheim, too, and every now and then, Jorunn and Disa made what Harry dubbed a “Possessive Drive”, showing up in revealing clothes just to get a kiss. They still weren't jealous, and once or twice, they actually brought girls to him for him to kiss. The girls he kissed were the ones that nurtured the biggest crushes, and the ones most likely to turn stalker. He kissed them, flooded their senses with his own brand of passionfire, and left them to his girls for recovery. Disa or Jorunn would then explain that Hasse had his passion tied to his odd core, making him too much to handle for anyone except Huldr, and that this was the reason he couldn't be with human girls. The infatuated girls usually accepted that, and went on dreaming about the kiss. Harry made it clear to the girls that while he didn't dislike them, he only kissed them to get it out of their system. It was an odd way to run a railroad, but it worked.

Four hours were designated for resting, even though he usually spent half of it on wing, simply enjoying gliding over the lakes and forests. He even hunted once, taking down a deer with a focused spurt of acid, removing it's head in a second. He didn't make a habit of it, since the memory of the entrails that had looked so tasty to his Leharv made him throw up violently once he became human again.
The girls studied. Stina was exploring her powers, moving from lake to lake, learning of creatures and plants that Harry had never known existed. The Huldr studied everything they could about Leharv's and goblins and all the other magical creatures that originated in Scandinavia. Gabrielle's studies were of course the most extensive. She were working through the Summus Codex, and studied up on other things as well, like bridal dresses, table manners, wedding traditions and all such things. After two weeks of this regimen, Harry sent a thought out to his Bonded.

~Ladies, are you busy tomorrow?

~Nothing special. Why? Gabrielle thought, and Harry could feel the agreement of the others.

~I thought we should get married, Gabrielle. Do you mind if Sigyn officiates?

Squeeing is sometimes cute, but when four females does it inside your head, it grows uncomfortable very quickly, so Harry withdrew.

To the incessant knocking in his head, he opened the link again a few hours later.

~Master, I need time to prepare things. I have no dress..

~Yes you do.

~I don't have...what?

~You have a dress, invitations have been sent out, with a few exceptions, the food is prepared and everything has been taken care of. Your Bondsisters will be your Bride's Maids together with your sister, and your friend Simone will be your Maid of Honour. The wedding will not be a traditional one, but we've maintained some traditional elements. Now, I will send the girls over to you in a little while. I just need their help with a few things first.



Neville missed the bubbling sound in the garden pond behind him. He was completely focused on the sick plant in front of him. It looked like magnesium deficiency, but he had added magnesium granulate to the soil, and the once so beautiful Ladyfriend flower was still sagging. He jumped as a slender, white-clad arm reached past him. It glowed for a second, and the plant it was lightly touching recovered before his eyes. He turned around finding himself nose to nose, and more importantly, chest to chest with a gorgeous blonde with amber eyes.

“There is some kind of bug on the roots. I didn't recognise it, but it's dead now. I mean you no harm Lord Longbottom, and I apologize for startling you.”

“It's all right, Miss. You're a Huldr, aren't you?”
Neville stepped back a bit, and realised that she had the most distracting set of bulges he had ever seen. He forced himself to meet her eyes.

“Yes, Lord Longbottom. My name is Disa, I am fully fed, and I'm here to invite you to a friend's wedding.”

Neville thought for a moment. He ran through everything he knew about Huldr, and quickly realised that he was probably safer than most in her presence. They both cared for plants and trees, and they were really on the same side. He also had a strong feeling that he could trust her for some reason.

He then listed his friends who might be getting married, and didn't come up with anyone. Therefore, he logically concluded that it had to be Harry. Harry faking his death, going into hiding, knowing Huldr and then getting married made a lot more sense than Harry getting killed.

“So, what's the name of the soon-to-be Mrs. Potter?”

“Impressive, Lord Longbottom. The current wedding will be with Gabrielle Delacour.”

“Isn't she too......Veela. A Veela would be old enough. I'd be delighted to come. I assume it's happening soon?”

“Milord, it would be good if you could return with me now. There are suitable accommodations at the castle, as well as many interesting plants in the courtyard, many of which I don't know. I would love to study them with you. May assist you I packing or anything?”

Neville smiled at the beautiful girl. As long as he kept his eyes on hers, he felt safe. As soon as he allowed himself to notice those boobs, he got insecure. She seemed to notice this, since she started to breathe a lot deeper suddenly. To cover his confusion, he turned around and began walking up to the manor, while answering.

“No, that's all right. I always have a bag packed for such occasions. Hasty weddings are more common among the purebloods than most realise. I just need to clear my social calendar.”

He could hear her walk up behind him, and he felt her hand on his shoulder.

“I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Lord Longbottom. I am a Huldr, and we thrive on attention. If you'd rather talk to my boobs instead of my face, I really don't mind.”

“Thank you, I'll remember that,” he said with a weak smile.”It's just not common practice in my normal circles. Excuse me a moment. GRAN!”

An elderly, but intimidating woman appeared at the door.

“Neville? What do you think you are doing, yelling like that. Who is that little floozy?”

Neville could actually feel the Huldr's annoyance. She stepped forward.

“I am Disa Krake. On my father's side, my family has ravaged the Earth for six thousand years, tearing nations apart and levelling whole cities. My mother's family have devoured the souls of men for even longer. Lord Longbottom has been invited to a wedding by my Master, and I believe he will be insulted if I tear you limb from limb. He may even slap me. Don't insult me again.”

Neville smiled, and went to get his bag. His Gran may have met her match.




One of Nymphadora Tonks' favourite tricks for gaining initiative was to copy the appearance of her opponent. Now she learned just how effective that was. The other Tonks had only made one mistake, in that you had to make the image mirrored, otherwise people didn't recognise themselves. Still. It was stunning. The other Tonks smiled at her, holding the wand she had deftly plucked out of an unresisting hand.

“Wotcher Tonks. There's a wedding in the works, and you're one of the few invited.”

“So, who's bought it, then?”

“A cow you know. Don't worry, there's still enough of him to get around, and it's just his first wedding. I'm Stina, by the way. You got the threads, or can we just go, and fix what you need there?”

“Lead the way. Damn, we have a nice ass.”

“He likes it. C'mon. Let's go.”



She had taken to walk around the lake these days. She needed time to think. Her old friend and one time mentor was not himself. Could he had acquired dementia without her noticing? He had always been odd, but the way he talked about Harry these days went far beyond that. Harry, yes. It was not the first time she had had to deal with losing as student, but this one hurt more than usual. She had not been what he had expected of her, what he had had the right to expect of her in the last year, and now it was too late to make amends. Her mind kept coming back to the circumstances of Harry's death, of Albus' strange behaviours and the appearance of Caradoc Pritchard. Somehow she knew that there was a connection, she just couldn't figure it out. She also had the nagging feeling that Miss Granger had. There was no Caradoc Pritchard in magical Britain. There had been one, a hundred years ago, but he had died without issue, at the age of one hundred and sixty.

Her wand was in her hand as soon as the water started to bubble.
A woman rose from the lake, like Aphrodite, and she was beautiful enough to match the image. The unknown woman appeared to be in her early forties, but well kept, and dressed in a long white gown with a gold belt around her slim waist. She was completely dry, and the wind swept her long blonde hair hither and yon, making the image beautifully heathen.

“Professor McGonagall?”

“Who asks?”

“Vala Sigyn Krake, Guardian of the Lore of Seidheim, and the one carrying a wedding invitation for Minerva McGonagall.” The woman smiled at Minerva's dropped chin.

“What...who...?”

“One of your charges is getting married, and he would like you to be there. This is being done in secret, but he believes you will keep his secrets. Personally, I know you will, because he's getting devious these days, and he's not above pulling the guilt card out if he feels he needs it.”

“The only one this could be is dead. Isn't he?”

“Wasn't Mr Potter's remains identified by a reliable, impartial third party, who couldn't be expected to tamper a bit?”

“I would guess,” Professor McGonagall said quite dryly,”that a certain Nymphadora Tonks might have received an invitation as well?”

“I might have seen that name on the list. The list is very short, and the requirements for being on it are more than rigorous.”

“I see. I can be ready in one hour. Will that be acceptable?”



Danger. Clearly danger, but not aimed at him. Danger, leaves, moss, soil and female. Excited female. Under it all, like a trace, was a scent he could never forget. The note that had been slipped into his pocket with an alarm charm on it had said to go to this alley and follow his nose so he did. When the charm had gone off, tweeting and buzzing in his pocket, he had nearly gotten a heart attack. Now he was near a second one. Whoever was waiting in the dark alley had touched Harry in the last three hours. Remus turned around the corner. There was a crouched figure sitting on top of a barrel in the far end. It's eyes glowed in the dark, and the scent of excited female was strong. His eyes got accustomed to the dark quickly, and he saw the tail. A Huldr. Damn.

“Remus Lupin? A certain Bambi would like you to be present at his wedding tomorrow, and I've been charged with getting you there. If you want to go, of course.”

“Just a second. You are Huldr, right? May I ask how ...Bambi was the last time you saw him?”

He focused his senses on her, trying to detect any dishonesty. It was a talent he didn't advertise, but it was bloody useful at times. The attractive Huldr smiled at him in what only could be called a naughty way.

“The last time I actually saw him was this morning. He fucked me silly, sating my feeding needs for the next year or so, and left for work when I passed out.”

She had been completely honest. There was only one thing to say about that.

“Damn. Sirius would be proud!”





Author's notes: This was supposed to be one-and-a-half chapter, but there wasn't enough going on in the first, so I patched it a bit. Next one will be straight to the wedding, Fluffy galore! I can't write stuff like that, so maybe I'll just have them rutting like animals instead. We'll see. I wanted to establish a few things in this chapter, as well as address one of my main peeves in Harry/Multi fics. Brownie points if you can figure it out already.
Since half the reviews I get ask about it, it's time to make it clear. He Will Not Bond Humans. There. I've said it. I'm not ruling out anything except a magical relationship, but that at least won't happen.
Yes, Disa was ambiguous on purpose. I'm trying to give her some brains in addition to the boobs.
The power of a Lake Warden depends on how much water she can claim. Loch Awe is HUGE.
There really is a genetic defect that can cause berserker rage. It's not a nice thing. I just Super!ified it a bit. Enjoy.