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A/N: Ok, I need some input here to see what you want. I started realizing that this chapter was going to be REALLY long if I did not break it up. After reading this one please let me know if you prefer me to break it up like this, or if you would rather I simply write out the whole reality. BTW I do not own HP.

Power and Prestige

Harry opened his eyes to see a mass of humanity that outnumbered all the people he had ever seen in his life. There were banners swaying in the breeze as a smaller number of wizards were on a platform in front of the crowd. There were cheers and roars that reminded him of battles he imagined from Arthurian times. On the dais he examined the speakers closely. Harry almost pulled his wand and started shouting curses when he saw an older Tom Riddle standing at the podium speaking. There beside him was Professor Dumbledore, and he was smiling. Harry heard words that echoed of war and defense of country, but he gave them no heed as he tried to distinguish what course of life he was presently upon.

Harry again compared his life lines and found no similarities except that he was born. In this reality he was bred and born as a member of a noble family. His father was married to several other witches besides Lily and he had several other siblings, including an older half brother that was set to rule over the House of Potter once James step down. There seemed to be very little rivalry between the magical population, in fact he was surprised to find that his best friends were Ron and Draco. He also found out that he already had two wives of his own. Ginny, the eldest Weasley girl, and Alecessa, the second eldest Malfoy girl were arranged marriages that benefitted all involved. He was lucky enough to find that he loved both ladies, as much as they love him. In trying to find where this course was different he settled on the fact that something before he was born set the course off line, so he began shifting through his memory of history.

With a shock of realization he found it. There was no break between Slytherin and the other founders. They worked through their differences and discovered that they did have one aim, to make the magical world the most powerful throughout the lands. The muggles did have a place in the realm and after the 1100 convention they declared their alliance with Magical Britain. They fought alongside each other in every battle and even though they were different they merged their cultures in several distinct ways. One of those ways started in 1250 when it became a law that wizards and muggles may take two wives, one magical and one muggle, that was rescinded later when a law was passed that allowed multiple marriages despite their magical classification. This law marked a population explosion and the affirmation of certain families as powerful political machines. The Potter line was one of those.

He also saw many ancient spells that he knew he had to meld into his own repertoire, however, he was also miffed to find an absence of what he knew to be powerful and new spells. Evidently the magical and mundane had grown complacent. With a smile he knew that he would definitely shake things up. Turning his attention to Riddle he found that they were preparing for war, just as he expected. However, he was shocked to find that the enemies were the French, they were planning an attack for the next morning. With a final earth shattering call to arms that was answered in kind from the masses, Riddle left the stage and asked for his deputies to follow he, Dumbledore, and the Muggle King to iron out the final details. The rest were dispersed. Harry found Ron and Draco behind him.

“Shall we retire to our wives?” Draco regally asked.

“Draco, I will surely enjoy your sister’s ample bosom tonight.” Ron joked, “As I am sure Harry will with his Malfoy maiden.”

Harry smiled at the odd picture before him. A Weasley and Malfoy as friends? He could not help to sear this image into his mind for later. “Not if he woos her with rhyme as he first did so many years ago. She’ll simply faint from delight.” Draco drawled in jest.

“Yes, that is I, Harry the Poet.” he declared. They stopped outside the tented area and Harry grabbed his friends arms. “Fellows, who is that speaking with my red headed wife?” There was a brown haired witch in a bodice akin to the eighteenth century. Her figure was divine and the hair was long and curled slightly.

“That?” Draco sneered, “That is the Granger girl. We went to school with her, but I’m sure you do not remember her. She always had her head in a book.”

Ron added, “I heard from Ginny before you married her that she became a war wench after her parents death.”

“She is worthy of my attention then.” Harry said as he parted his friends.

Ron called after him, “What about the meeting with your father? He will be infuriated if you are late again!”

Harry waved them off, “I’ll be there in time.”

He then turned his attention to what he knew to be his war tent. Ginny was magnificently resplendent. Her red hair appeared to be flames that framed her face. The bodice she wore pushed her breasts up and forward accentuating her breasts. Harry felt his manhood stirring. He caught sight of the blond witch he was married to as well. Where Ginny seemed to be fire, Cessa was his ice. She held the proper pureblood frame that accentuated the six foot stature he adored.

“Cessa, Ginny.” he said as he stepped behind them. “How are my loves?”

Ginny and Cessa kissed him in turn, “We’re doing fine, husband.” Cessa replied.

“Yes, we are just getting reacquainted with our old friend, Hermione Granger.” Ginny explained.

“Ah, yes.” he took her hand and laid a kiss upon her knuckles, “The war wench.” he looked up to her eyes and found a hard edge he never knew was there. “Maiden Granger, I think you and I should hold more discussions inside.”

Hermione studied him momentarily before sniping, “I think that whatever you want to discuss with me, can be discussed with your wives as well.”

“I agree, and if they want to be in the tent as I offer my hand to you in marriage, so be it.” That shocked the three witches, before smiles broke on Ginny and Cessa’s face.

Hermione took a step back and bowed, “Sir, as tempting as that offer is, I have no dowry to bring into the marriage...”

“Nonsense, you would make a beautiful and smart wife. I have heard you are an amazing warrior. That would be your dowry.” he stepped towards her and offered his hand, “What say you?”

She looked to the brilliant green eyes of Harry and the hopeful faces of his wives and asked, “Will I still be allowed onto the battlefield?”

“Unless you are ever pregnant.” Harry offered.

“Your father...”

“Will understand. I am bringing a fierce and smart warrior.” he knew the measure that was needed in this society and added, “He will understand that you will bear many fierce magical warriors.”

She hesitated then stepped forward to join hands with Harry. “Who will do the honors?”

Ginny stepped to the pair and volunteered. “I will.” She took their wands and stuck them into the grasped hands, crossing them in the process. “Cessa?” the blond haired witch presented her holly wand and Ginny slid the piece into the midst of wands. She then slid her own and ran her hands over theirs and chanted in old English. The blue aura glowed from their hands and suddenly burst into the atmosphere. “The Realm accepts you into our family. Welcome, sister.”

“My loves, I have a meeting to attend, I will return.” True to his word he slid into his place besides his brother, Gerald, Draco and Ron with less than a minute to spare.

Ron whispered, “Your father is going to explain what to expect tomorrow.” he lowered his voice even further and asked, “What goes on with the Granger girl?”

“She is a Potter girl, now.” he said with a smile. “We will seal it tonight.”

The room fell silent as a graying version of Harry took the small podium. “Calm down.” he ordered quietly but firmly. There was no need as he flicked his wand to a map of the British Isles. “From our spy we have the following information.” In the next hour the explanation was given that the French were planning to attack via timed portkey. The location was given and the British forces would be supported by the muggle infantry and tank divisions. Once the attack was thwarted and the French forces were either killed or enslaved, the Potter clan were charged with the first salvos against the Continental forces. They were given the task of destroying the French forces as well as rescuing their spy. Their standing orders were to fight and enslave the spy and remove him from the battlefield instead of killing him. They would know who he was by the red sash he wore in battle. It was emblazoned with a black skull crossed by arrows. The eldest Potter explained that they still wanted to use this spy later. James admitted that Masters Riddle and Dumbledore charged him with the task of leading the first force, and he was to pass the leadership of the next three groups. “Gerald, you will lead the second force, Harold you will lead the third.” Harry could tell that his leadership role was causing an uproar. “Silence!” he let the clan Potter calm down and he ordered, “I will choose my force, then Gerald, choose your men, Harold, you will lead the remnants.”

Many of the men clamored to be led by their Head of House, or the next in line. Harry was left with the castoffs, the youngsters who simply wanted to prove themselves, the older one’s who were seen as too elderly to handle the battles. He was pleased to see that his second lieutenants were still loyal. Ron and Draco followed behind him as he led his group to a small paddock holding the cattle. He was well away from the ‘powerful’ forces of the Potter Clan. Harry cast one look back to the regimental tent then nodded again to the cattle, “Look men, those cowards in that tent value this livestock more than you. Did anyone even stop you as we exited the tent?” There was no affirmatives and he continued, “Now, imagine if we opened this gate. How long would it take for them to realize the absence of the livestock?”

The group smiled and a youngster answered, “When they needed them to eat.”

“Exactly. Men, they may value you less than these lowly beasts, but the time is coming tomorrow where they will need us more to save their hides than to feed them.” He spat at the swine and cattle and advised, “Go, please your women, settle your affairs in order. For tomorrow, we war.”

“Here! Here!” the crowd cheered before they dispersed. Harry waited until all left except for his second in commands. Draco commented, “You know they expect us to not even make the field.”

A voice from behind answered, “You are correct, young Malfoy. That is what I am hoping for.”

Ron and Draco bowed slightly as they said, “Lord Potter.”

“I wish for you to be exposed to as little of war as possible. Tomorrow morning is a given, I pray you all will survive. But tomorrow afternoon, well,” he leaned against the fence and took in a deep breath, “Let’s just say attacking is much different than defending.”

“Thank you for your concern father, but I think you will see your concern is unwarranted.” Harry elaborated snidely.

“Boys, can you leave me with my son.”

The two lieutenants bowed out graciously and once they were out of earshot James asked, “What do you plan to do, son? Bore them to death with your odes?”

Harry looked to his father and simply nodded, “You will be proven wrong.”

“Harry, I would like to spare you the fury of this attack, however, that is not likely. Unless I am proven wrong, I fear I will not be alive to see you prove my restraint wrong.” James put an arm around his son’s shoulder and added, “I think there are some movements behind the scenes. They want our family wiped off the map, because someone thinks we have too much power. I am not sure who, but I have ideas.”

Harry looked over to his father and asked, “Who?”

“My suspicions?” he looked around and whispered, “Lucius Malfoy, the elder Greengrass, maybe even Dumbledore himself. But, definitely Riddle.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Harry asked.

“Because if I die and your brother dies, I think you will be the only one able to carry on the Potter name. AVENGE ME!” he growled. “I have faith in you.” he pulled Gryffindor’s sword from it’s scabbard, “I may have raised you harshly, but you are more a man than I give you credit. If I am killed, find my body and take this sword as head of the Potter Clan.”

Harry could not bear to hear his father talking of death. He had just got him back, even if he was not the father he wished for. “Dad, don’t talk as such.”

“Harry, your brother is weak where it counts... If I fail, your corrupt brother will fail as well. It will be up to you.”

“You actually plan on failing... and you purposefully put Gerald as the next in line to fail.” he gave an awkward smile, “You know there are easier ways to cede power to me.”

“Not without me killing Gerald, and even though I know how corrupt he is, I can not take his own life with my hands.” He waited for Harry to nod in understanding, “Now,” he said with a smile, “What’s this rumor I hear of you taking another wife this afternoon before the meeting?”

Harry steeled himself, “War wench Granger. She was in our year and one of the most brilliant witches of our age. She is also a brilliant killer in the field.”

“Dowry?”

“Her talents.” Harry responded waiting for his response. “That is all I ask.”

“Well, don’t get used to taking ‘talents’ as dowry’s from now on. That is the slope into despair.”

“Yes, sir.”

James pulled his son into a tight hug that was returned. This is what he missed in all those years without him, James broke the embrace took him by his shoulders and looked him in his eyes, “Then go, please your wives. If we are successful tomorrow, I feel assured you will have plenty of others... as well as a few French slaves to work Godric’s Hollow.”

“Yes, father.” he turned and waited until he was over the crest of the hill to wipe the tears out of his eyes.

He composed himself and walked into his tent. He stopped at the entrance without being noticed. He observed Hermione teaching the other wives how to throw daggers with efficiency. He admired her accuracy and tenacity. Wanting a reaction he waved his wand and the daggers held by the women bloomed into red, white, and yellow roses. “Hello, wives.” All three turned to the door. Cessa conjured a vase where the girls placed the roses and then walked to their mate. Harry opened his arms and took the three as one. He kissed Ginny first, then Cessa, and finally Hermione. Ginny took Harry’s cloak, lay it upon the floor as Hermione’s hands found his pants and unbuckled his belt. Cessa closed out the lights and sealed the doorway for the night. She followed the trail of clothes to the bed and found the three of them already naked. Harry saw her and moved Ginny and Hermione to each other, “Entertain yourselves for a few.” He got out the bed and walked to his blond queen. Without hesitation he grabbed her hair and pulled her lips to his. The kiss was ferocious in it’s desire. Harry let his hands rip off her shirt and untie her corset. With a wave of his hand the rest of her clothes just fell to the floor. Harry placed her on the bed and knelt before her. He spread her legs and began licking her sexual folds. He looked up to find Hermione and Ginny kissing and licking the blond’s tits. After she climaxed and flooded him with her hormones he rose from his spot and pushed Hermione onto the pillow. She played a bit with her locks of hair with one hand and slowly spread her lower lips apart showing off her delicious quim.

She was definitely more fit in this reality than the others, and Harry intended to sample his lovely new wife many times before the coming battle. Harry plunged his dick into her folds. He pulled Ginny to Hermione and ordered the red head to straddle his new wife. She did so and instantly began panting as Hermione’s tongue began exploring. Cessa was fingering herself in want. Harry got her attention and made her stand before him. He kept driving into Hermione and licking Cessa’s swollen lips until he exploded into his new wife, sealing the magic they formed earlier in their wedding. The rest of the night was spent between rest, sleep, and fucking. Sometimes, Harry was involved, other times he was deep asleep as the women enjoyed each other’s touch.

Hermione was up first the next morning with a truly satisfied smile. She kissed her husband and woke him, “Love, it’s time.” Harry rose from his bed and dressed with his armor and cloaks. The final thing he did was to place the Potter crest on his and Hermione’s battle robes. “You are mine now.”

She looked up into his eyes and smiled. As she turned to leave he popped her ass with his hand. She gave him a dangerous look and challenged, “I dare you to try that tonight!”

They joined the fray and spread out according to how Riddle and Dumbledore ordered. The sound of a massive number of portkey’s silenced the crowd as they readied for battle. The minute the group landed the realized they were outnumbered. Albus stepped forward and ordered them to stand down and prepare to be enslaved for attacking the British realm. If not, destruction lay in their future. The French men all flipped off the aged headmaster and charged. The battle ensued and few noticed the second wave of attackers portkey in. Harry called out above the din, “Reinforcements!”

He drew his men even with the left flank of the enemies to cut the reinforcements from flanking them and coming in on a side. This pushed the group closer to the center. With a violent slash with his wand he deftly tripped and captured a French muggle. He rolled him over and put his wand to the man’s forehead, “Dominus!” he called.

A little elf nearly startled Harry as he popped in to take the enslaved to a holding pen. He looked down and saw the sword the muggle left and picked it up. He could easily handle the blade with his left hand and began a mixed attack upon the enemies. It became second nature to immobilize and slice his enemies. When he saw a Frenchman cowering he often took them as slaves. If he was too ignoble to fight then he was too ignoble to die. He would remain alive but in a state of life that was lesser than human.

He noticed that a large section of the defending forces were being destroyed. Harry was trying to figure out what was happening when he saw a familiar look of enthrallment cross Ron’s face. Hurriedly, he cast Muffliato on Ron and Draco. The forces were in danger of being destroyed. Harry cast Muffliato on all his soldiers and moved to stop the bleeding. He saw two blond women standing in the middle of the furor singing and casting out their allure. The men were charging to the women and into their doom. He motioned for Draco and Ron to take out their guards while charging at the group. They did so as Harry cast, Silencio’s at Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour. He quickly bound the two together and cast “Dominus” on them as Ron and Draco protected him from harm. Another elf appeared and quickly swept them away. Harry’s soldiers turned their attention to driving back the horde of Frenchmen. Harry watched as Hermione took out a man with her throwing blades and deftly turned another man’s clothes into everlasting fire.

A spell narrowly missed him and Harry at that point he decided he needed to fight more than watch. Using the sword to cut and slice his way through the French onslaught he finally fought his way to the rear ranks of the soldiers. Spell after spell coursed his way and it was not until he run the blade through a particularly tough muggle duelist did he turn around to see that he had separated himself from his group. He looked back on the battle and noticed Albus and Riddle standing at the top of the hill overlooking the valley. They directed Lucius’ reserves to join the bulge that Harry’s men began. Harry cast a patronus, “Tell Ron to swing our men to me, and let’s crush them.” Prongs galloped off and found the Red head and delivered the message. Ron called the men back and force marched them the mile around the battle and to Harry. They gathered around the Potter and he announced, “Men, we have them in our hands. Let’s bring them to their knees.” Harry led his men to the fray and forced the French to split their attentions between the two British forces. Harry’s small band fought valiantly and it was with much glee that the Malfoy and Potter clans met in the middle of the battlefield. They were nearly finished and then set a pincer movement to the remaining wedges. Harry worked towards his father and brother, Lucius worked towards the Carrows.

The French men realized the day was lost and tried to apparate unsuccessfully. Both sides were surrounded and forced to surrender. The minute their wands hit the ground there was a scramble among the British to enslave the men. Harry delved in the crowd and took three men as his slaves before backing away and allowing his men to take their plunder.

Albus called down, “Well done you men of the crown!” he raised his arms in a welcoming manner, much like he did on the welcoming feasts. “Now regroup as we pause for our attack. Lord Potter, ready your troops.” With that the two powerful mages turned and headed towards the leader’s tent.

“You heard the man,” James called to his lieutenants, “Ready your men.”

Harry gathered his men and saw that his lieutenants were a bit battered but fine. He lost two hundred men during the onslaught, just over a third. Harry nodded and took the chain that was given to them as the portkey. He and his lieutenants enlarged the chain and ran it down the hill. “I think we should have the men line up in two lines. One on the left and one on the right side of the chain. After they portkey they should spread out in a pealing motion. The start of the chain should lead the movement.”

“I agree, however we need to see if we can muster a few from my father’s regiment to join with us. We could use some fresh troops.” Draco added.

“Good luck.” Harry offered. He watched his liege gather his weapons and walk towards his father.

He was brought back to earth by a woman with black hair grabbing him by his ankles and weeping. “What do you want wench?” he asked harshly.

He tried to take a step back when the face of Bellatrix Lestrange looked back up to him, “I am in dire need, gracious son of Potter.”

Harry weighed the options of simply lifting her life from her form with an Avada Kedavra, but decided against it and asked, “What do you want of me?”

“I need you to petition your father on my part. I’ve just found my husband dead on the battlefield and with his death so goes my status.” she wiped his pants with her hair as she called, “I am from a destitute house, the Lestrange’s have gambled away their fortunes and now I am the leading matron of an empty vessel.”

“Get on with it wench, what do you want me to do? I am quite busy.” Harry asked and looked up to a nearly laughing Ron.

“Please petition your father to take me as his wife, he will gather the Lestrange seats at the Wizengamot, our properties, and what meager finances we have. I have no son’s or daughters to carry on the name.” she finally collapsed into a heap of weeping flesh.

“Fine, but I make no guarantees.”

Harry shook his head and walked over to his old man, “Father,” he bowed, “Lady Lestrange is seeking a marriage between our houses.”

James looked at him oddly and said, “She seems to be a bit old for you.”

“It’s not me she is after. It’s you.” Harry said as he tried to suppress his smile.

“Me?” James thought for a second before asking, “What is she offering?”

“The Lestrange seats on the Wizengamot, property, and what little money they have.”

James shook his head as he sharpened Gryffindor’s sword, “I probably have more money in my bedroom couches than they have in Gringott’s.” he pointed the whetstone at the weeping mass by Harry’s soldiers, “The thing that interests me are her seats on the Wizengamot...” James looked up to Harry, “You realize that if I say yes, you may have to fulfill my obligations... either with you or one of your children.”

“It would have to be me, George is only three, I would not burden him this early.” Harry remarked casually.

“Well, if you were me, what would you do?”

“Take her as a wife. She is still young enough to produce an heir, maybe it will be worthy of my late godfather Sirius’ bloodlines. Also, we could always use more seats on the old man’s stage.” Harry answered looking towards Dumbledore’s tent.

“Then go, tell her, but be prepared to carry out my obligations.”

“Yes, father.” he bowed slightly and went back to his soldiers. Hermione was there waiting for him. He simply shook his head, “No, Love. I forbid you to go on this excursion.”

“Why?” she asked, “You promised...”

“I promised I would not stand in the way of you fighting today, or in any other battles. But, I will not jeopardize you during this attack. There are too many things that can go wrong.” Harry said pushing her aside. “Go back to the tent, wait for us there.”

“I am a warrior..”

“Who will follow orders, wench.” Harry said as he turned on her, “You are not attached to my troops yet, and I outrank you. Do not try to go with us, or I will bound you when we get to France and hide you away.”

She glared at him then huffed, “Fine, have it your way.” she turned and marched back to their tent.

Harry and his men lay on the bloodstained grass waiting for their turn. He watched his father’s soldiers take their chain and face south. With a blink they were gone. Gerald’s men were next, they gathered around the chains and five minutes later they were gone. Harry lazily told Draco, “Pass the word, fifteen minutes. Take care of whatever constitutionals they need in the time we have left.” he did so and saw several of his soldiers go to the woods to vomit, piss, or whatever else they needed to relieve themselves. Harry looked to the top of the hill and saw Dumbledore watching the proceedings. He mentally checked his time then called down, “Men of the Crown! Gather your chain, remember the orders!”

The group did so and were linked by the chain. Harry saw it grow blue and then he was pulled through the vortex and thrown down to the ground in a foreign land. “Spread out!”came the order down the line. His men peeled about just as they planned. However, all that was left of the first attacking forces were broken and mangled bodies.

“Shit.” Harry heard a man exclaim before he vomited on the spot.

Harry steeled his nerves and began searching the remains. There at the head of the bodies lay his father with Gryffindor’s sword in his hand, he smiled as he saw that his dad died in battle. He died as a hero. Harry leaned down and closed his eyes before taking the sword and placing it in his scabard. There was movement along the treelines and he called back, “Men of the Crown, organize on me!”

The men moved as one and flanked their leader. The group got closer and Harry saw what this force was, they were using Veela. “Shit! Muffliato!” He called up and down the line and the men followed his example.

The Veela moved closer and were using all their charms. It was with much trepidation that Harry saw more move from his flanks and then encircle his force. Harry stood forward and brought the sword to bear. If he was going to die then he was going to die while taking some of the bitches with him. “Where is your Queen!” The group halted and started laughing at the young leader. “I demand parlay!”

The Veela Queen stepped from behind her warriors and walked towards Harry. Her hands were at her side and Harry realized he was playing a dangerous game. With a heavily accented tongue she asked, “What can I do for you, young lad?”

“Parlay.” he said simply as she ran a fingernail down his neck drawing blood. She brought it to her mouth and tasted it.

“Hmm, similar to the other two leaders I killed today. Were they family?” she asked playfully.

“Yes, father and brother.”

“Hmm, the father died valiantly, the brother died while begging me to fuck him senseless.” She sighed and motioned to the edge of the trees, “Our camp is there, bring your second, I’ll bring mine.”

She walked off followed by another Veela close to her age. Harry looked at his lieutenants and remarked, “Ron, mate, I’ll take you any day against a mountain troll or giant, but I think Draco has the best chance against these women.” he looked at Draco, “Come on, Drake, let’s see what we can do with these women.”

The women led them to a circular camp surrounding a small smoldering fire. The Queen’s second stoked the fire and it blossomed. They sat on the wooden bench facing the Veelas. “So, what do you want to parlay?” the queen asked lounging on the wooden bench seductively.

“You and I know I would lose, but I realize that you would want to lose as few warriors as possible.” he took a look at the scoffing queen and added, “Trust me, you would lose many warriors.”

“Ok, so what do you suggest to alleviate that problem?”

“I say we leave the conflict between just you and me.” he said pointing at themselves. “I have offered the grounds, you offer the challenge.”

He watched the queen and her second whisper between each other before she smiled and turned to him, “Let’s see if you can withstand my compulsion for five minutes. The loser will be tied to a stake, carried by our seconds in the midst of both camps and the victor will do as they wish with the other.”

“What of the armies?” he asked looking over to where his men nervously shifted waiting for their leader.

“That will be up to the victor.”

“Very well.” Harry conceded. “When shall we begin?”

She whispered again into her second’s ear and the other disappeared into a tent and came back with a small hour glass. “Once this is turned, you have until the last sand falls to survive my charms. If you do so, you win. If not, I get to take your body and destroy it...as I see fit.” The evil grin steeled Harry’s nerves more than anything else could have.

“Let’s begin.” Harry clipped harshly. Immediately he felt the waves of compulsion crash into his body. He mentally ran into his fog enshrouded forest, only to find the compuslion following and searching for him. He could feel his hands and feet starting to move towards the veela and was able to stop himself with some effort. He thickened the fog and heard his traps springing around him. Harry had to smile at the sound of the Veela howling in pain. He took advantage of the break in the attack to set more traps and run deeper inside of himself. He was in the center of his mind when he found red orbs he never noticed before. Examining them he saw they were similar to red rubies and each had the face of women he and the current Harry loved. He knew they were his protection and he encased his body in the rubies. He could tell the allure was hunting him through the forest, there were times he could see a bright light filter through his fog only to be driven back by one of his traps. The light finally seeped through the fog and began attacking his armor. Harry felt that this may be the end if he did not do something fast, he poured his love for these women into the shields. He stopped the cracks that were forming like a dam stops a river.

Then just as quickly as her attack began, the veela was forced to withdraw her attack by the sound of a gong given off by the magical hourglass. Harry opened his eyes to find that he was facing the dirt. He looked up to find a spent and defeated woman grieving by the fire, “He is just a boy!”

Harry looked up to find Draco red faced and clearly hiding the areas he creamed the front of his pants. Draco looked to Harry and shrugged before waving his wand and cleaning the offending areas. “Hell, you are more of a man than me.”

The victor rose from his place on the ground, wiped sweat from his brow, and looked down at the defeated. “Are you ready to take your punishment, or do you need a second.”

The Queen rose from her place and pulled herself to her fullest height. She presented her arms to Harry in defeat, “We veela take our honor seriously. You may do your worst.” Harry walked to one of the tents and pulled out a sturdy bough. He bound her to the middle of the stake and nodded to Draco who took one end, the veela’s second took the other and followed Harry to the battlefield. Harry noticed that the crown remained on the Queen’s head. He pointed his wand at the ground and a hole opened up for Draco’s end of the pole.

“Draco, put your end in there.” With a thump the Queen was displayed for all to see. Harry walked over to her and removed the crown from her head, with a wave of his wand the feminine crown enlarged, became more masculine, and fit his head. He nodded to the Queen’s second, “Tell them what happened,” he looked to Draco and ordered, “Tell our men that we won the battlefield, now it is time to ready ourselves to win the day.”

“Yes, my liege.” Draco answered in Pureblood fashion.

He heard a wail and looked over to the Veelas. They were throwing themselves on the ground and pulling their hair. Harry walked over to them and held his hands up for all to see. The women calmed down and through bleared eyes they could only hope for the best. “Ladies of France, your Queen and I have fought in our own battle with the hopes of this battle costing as little lives as possible. Your Queen wagered your futures to me, and I won.” he walked over to her and took her face in his hand. “She also has her own life in my hand as well.” With a tug he tore her dress and exposed her perfect breasts. With another he ripped her blouse exposing her bare body to the world. It was a sight to behold. He walked over to her and ran his hand up and down her body lightly, making her shiver in response. “I can do whatever I want to her, I can...” he raised his hand back and slapped her across her face leaving a mark with the ring on his hand. “I could rape her, disfigure her, or kill her...”

The thoughts of his father coursed through his mind. She was the one who denied him time with the man who influenced his life so much even from the grave. He drew his wand and rotated her around to face the men. The bough cut into her flesh as she rotated around to let his men see the beauty of the former Queen. He turned to the veela and pronounced his judgement, “I have decided: For the punishment of killing both my father and brother, your queen will be used by all my men, disfigured horribly by my hand, then killed before your eyes. You are all ordered by your new King to watch and take this to your heart!” he screamed with a vengeance.

A young woman stepped forward. She could not be more than twenty and she walked up to the stake on her own volition, with tears in her eyes, “My King, I plead with you to let me take her place. Shed my blood, violate me in her stead.”

Harry was not prepared for this. The old Queen shouted, “No, Anastasia!”

Harry looked to the young lady and asked, “Are you kin?”

“I am her daughter.” she informed with a bowed head.

Harry raised his hand to stop the first soldier from taking the old Queen for his pleasure. “I am touched by your willingness to sacrifice yourself.” Harry looked over to the women and the large number of Veela. “I will spare your Queen’s life, and only enslave her, if there are enough veela volunteers who will choose to enslave themselves to each one of my men.” he was moved at the sight of hundreds of beautiful women stepping forward to sacrifice themselves for their Queen. He turned to his men and nodded towards the women. “Only one, any of you take more, you will become my slave and I will free them.”

Each man knew not to cross Harry and his justice. He was brought back to the issue at hand when he felt the demure hands of Anastasia take his. “You need to complete the judgement.” Harry walked over to the Queen put his thumb to her forehead and called out, “Dominus!” To finalize the enslavement he put his wand to her heart and called out, “By the Realm I Demand It!” he watched as a cackle of energy ran through his body and through his wand. He moved his wand down her chest. He looked upon his mark and smiled, it was a lightning bolt. “Ironic.” he stated quietly.

“What is ironic, my King.”

“Nothing, Anastasia.” he looked to the young woman and was struck by another wave of insight, “I have an offer for you.”

“Shall we retire to our camps to discuss this?” Harry looked to the group of women and called out, “Men, take your slaves, treat them well, and set up camp at the base of that hill. Veela warriors, retire to the camp over there,” he pointed to the forest canopy on the western side of the valley. He looked over to the Queen and waved his wand, the bindings fell to the ground, “Come slave. Come Anastasia.” The princess helped her to her feet and followed the King.

Once they were in the camp he pointed to the smallest tent and ordered, “Slave, go to your quarters. Go rest.” He held the curtain open for Anastasia and followed behind her as she entered. Harry was pleased to find they were enlarged much like a wizard’s tent and he put his cloak and chain mail on a side table by the entrance. He began realizing that the King’s crown gave him a knowledge of Veela proprieties and customs. Walking to the table Harry withdrew Gryffindor’s sword and his wand and placed them on the table. Reaching into his boot he pulled out several throwing knives and laid them bare as well. The princess withdrew a jagged sword from behind her back and hesitated before she pulled a wand from her belt.

“So, you’re a witch as well?” Harry remarked with a raised eyebrow.

“My father was a wizard.” she said quietly. The veela witch kept her eyes facing downward. “However, I know you are not here to discuss my heritage.”

“No, I am not.” Harry forced her head to look upwards to him and brusquely demanded, “We need to go over the offer and I will only bargain with an equal. So, hold your head up high. You and your veela sisters have nothing to be ashamed of. Your mother was just too proud and underestimated her opponent.”

“Yes, my King.” She did as she ordered and locked eyes with Harry.

“Now, I believe it is time to unite the Veela Armies with the Crown of England.” Harry waited to let the thought sink in before he continued, “I want the veelas to follow willingly and I know that these women will not follow me willingly. However, they will gladly follow a Queen.”

“My King, a veela Queen will only be crowned if there is a marriage, and you have enslaved my mother.”

“I am not talking about your mother. I mean you.” Before she could start refuting the offer he continued, “Anastasia, I can not trust your mother. She killed both my father and brother and bragged about the killings. I, however, can trust you. You still have the innocence I desire in my women, but the loyalty to your women to stand up to me if you think I am using them poorly. If you say no, I will be forced to order your sisters into battle ahead of us, and that could lead to the eradication of your race.”

“Then it is a given. I must submit.” she conceded.

Harry took her hand in his and took his wand, “I, Harry James Potter, pledge to honor you and your veela sisters as long as I breathe.” With a tap he bound the wizard’s magic to her. “Anastasia will you pledge to honor my family as yours?”

“Yes.” Harry tapped their hands and a circle of magic bound her magic to him.

“Do you pledge to rid yourself of all jealousy when it comes to my other wives, or their children, or my slaves?”

“Yes.” Harry tapped their hands, and bound her magic to him again. She took her wand and asked, “Do you pledge that you will not kill my mother.”

Harry shook his head, “No.” He saw her face fall and he took his wand again and pledged, “I pledge not to kill your mother unless she hurts one of my family.” With a tap the magic was bound.

They sat there for a second waiting for the next pledge. Anastasia took her wand and asked, “Do you pledge to take my sister as a wife?”

“No.” her face fell again and he took his wand in her place. “I pledge to take your sister as a wife if she makes the same pledges as you have up to this point.” the magic was bound again. “Do you pledge your veela force to my house?”

“Yes.” A final binding of magic united the veelas to the Potter clan. They released their hands and she looked up to Harry. “We must complete the ritual.” She stood and walked over to her King then knelt at his feet. Harry could feel the knowledge seeping through his crown and tried to fight against it, however, if this alliance was to be formed he had to make her his Queen. Reaching to her delicate hair he spun the locks playfully with his fingers. Suddenly, he used all his might and yanked her head backwards. She gasped in pain as he slapped her across her face and pushed her to the ground. Using his wand he sliced off her clothes as she lay on the ground. He rolled her over and tore the remains of her clothes from her body. Harry undid his pants and took off his shirt. He bent down and pulled her up by her tits until she was standing beside him. Taking her by her hair again he led her to the bed and threw her onto it.

He took his throwing knife and cut her chest between her breasts. Harry cut himself in the same place and took her arms with his hands and lay on top of her naked body. Their heart blood mixed then Harry penetrated her valley. Harry continued slapping and hitting her viciously as he plunged his dick in her pussy over and over until she was bleeding. Harry noticed his stamina was higher and he flipped her over to fuck her while having access to her ass. He plunged his dick in her sopping wet and bleeding pussy while slapping and biting her ass and back. To add to the pain he summoned the knife to him again. With a wave of his hand Harry heated it to the point it was nearly melted and placed it on her ass. He left a mark on both of her cheeks before healing them and sealing them. After cumming gloriously into her ravaged pussy, Harry rolled her over and let her console herself while he took silver from his crown, expanded it, and formed the crown for his Queen. Harry was amazed at the information that seeped into his mind from his exposure to the crown on his head. It was gradual, however, he realized he was gaining an understanding of all women as well as veelas. He designed runes and placed powerful jewels that magically appeared on the table before him on the crown.

With the crown completed he walked to his wife and she sat up before him. “Kneel, my Queen.” Harry ordered. She did as she was ordered and knelt with her head bowed. He placed the crown on her brow and ordered, “Arise, Queen Anastasia.” She did so and held her head high as she looked into his eyes. Harry took his wand and healed her body before he cupped her face in his hand and gave her a tender kiss. They deepened their embrace and moved to finalize the ritual with their first consensual session of love. Harry moved his hand to her breasts once they fell to the bed and suckled them with a lover’s tongue. He loved the petite nipples that hardened with every nip and lick he administered. She began gyrating her hips against his and begging for his already hard cock.

“Please, my King.” she begged while caressing his dick. Harry nipped at her neck and teased her entrance before finally sliding in when he was ready. He could feel his new wife pulling him in with her muscles. He leaned up and watched his dick enter her over, and over, like a knife through a wound. He let his thumb manipulate her rosebud until she came. The juices simply enticed him more and he sped up until only the sound of their skin ramming together and their moans of ecstasy could be heard through the forest. With a mighty heave he felt stream after stream of his cum fill her womb. Harry rolled off her and held her to his chest. He could feel his magic and being accepted into the Veela collective.

Anastasia looked up to him and firmly stated, “We still need to wed magically.” Harry could only barely see that she actually had a smile on her face.

“My wife, Ginny will take care of that once we are home.” Harry informed. After a few minutes Harry kissed his Queen and asked, “I am guessing my new level of stamina and need are in relation to being accepted into the collective?”

She giggled and smiled, “Yes, love.” Harry could feel her begin to thaw as the acceptance for both of them continued. She leaned up on one elbow and told him, “It’s accepting you as our King, and me as our Queen.” Anastasia flopped back into the pillows and remarked, “Isn’t it wonderful?”

“I am gaining all sorts of knowledge about women... much more than I ever needed!” he joked.

“Well, it will continue on with you on your travels.” she informed as she got from the bed and pulled her hair into a warrior’s bun.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Harry asked with concern.

“We are King and Queen, you used part of your crown and thus I am part of you... I know from where you come.” She robed herself and leaned in for a kiss and asked, “But, please, give this man the same qualities. I beg of you.”

“I will. I promise.” Harry affirmed. “Are you ok with me going on?”

“Yes, it is the way it should be.” Harry listened to her as he began clothing himself as well. “Now, let us see how we can win our victory.”

“I have a plan.”

“I know you do.” she said with a smirk. “And I approve.”

Late that night the veela army with their new queen marched to the stronghold with their ‘prisoners.’ The gates swung open to the immense castle. Harry knew it compared rather favorably to the size of Hogwarts. The French Wizard’s Council marched out with smiles on their faces and arms wide open welcoming the new slaves.

“Anastasia!” the oldest and boniest wizard called forward, “How wonderful of you to bring slaves for us, but where is your mother?”

“She died in combat, Councilor Du Monde.” Harry waited in the dark with his hands behind his back as if he was bound waiting for the signal. Looking up and down the lines he spotted the red sash of their spy. He was definitely well placed. He was a Councilor.

“Oh, pity... pity I say. Is there anything I can do for you or the Veela nation?” Harry tensed, he felt that the signal was coming soon.

Anastasia looked at the man and smiled. She ran a finger along his slim cheek and said simply, “Yes, there is something... you can die.” She dug her fingernails into his jugular and ripped open that side of his neck. That was definitely the signal. Potter’s clan drew their wands and with the force of the veelas alongside of them they overpowered the initial surge. Harry noticed the fat little spy wobbling behind the others trying to make his way into the castle. He sped forward and cut him down with a stunner. He clattered to the ground much like his wand that was soon trampled by the retreating French. Jumping upon him he quickly cast, “Dominus!” and shot a red flare into the sky. Draco apparated onto the scene and quickly spirited the spy away. Harry looked up just in time to see Ron save his ass from an oncoming pikeman. “Thanks.” Harry called as he took up his wand and helped storm the castle.

“Span out! Your orders are to kill all who fight. Enslave those who are too cowardly to die!” The men and veela spread through the castle grounds like a virus killing the men who dared to strike in defense of their families or country, and enslaving the families. In the end Ron was the first to reach the parapet and take down the tri-colored flag crossed by wands. He ran the Union Jack up in it’s place and a loud cheer erupted throughout the castle. Harry and his lieutenants held a meeting in the French Council board room to discuss the aftermath. Harry was pleased to learn that their counter attack was as successful as it was. They only lost two wizards, the veela lost ten warriors, and the French were soundly defeated: Three hundred wizards and witches killed on the battlefield and in the castle, two hundred men, women, and children were enslaved. It was a victory of Biblical proportions.

The return to England was a joyous one. However, Harry knew that even though the war was won, the peace was going to be the hardest to enforce. The now war weary general walked to the leaders’ tent and bowed his head in reverance to Albus and Tom. “My Lords, I present you the victorious and combined armies of the Potter Clan.”

Albus looked over the contingent and nodded to the defeated, “You have done well, Young Potter, but what of your father?”

“He and my brother have fallen to the veela. I’ve defeated their old Queen, enslaved her, and have formed an alliance between my Clan and their Army.”

Tom looked to Albus warily and then down to Lord Potter, “What do you mean?”

At that time Harry’s Queen glided like mercury to her King’s side and bowed to the ringleaders, “My liege, through the loyalty of my husband, I present you the power of the veela. Only through my King’s orders may we fight.”

Harry stood to his full height and looked his former mentor in the eyes when the old wizard commented, “My, my Harry, you certainly know how to make an impact.”

A/N: This world will be continued next chapter. Harry is sure to have some interesting times now that he is head of the Potter Clan.