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Power and Prestige (part 2)

Harry certainly did know how to make an impact on society. That morning he brought his spy to the meeting only to find that ‘he’ was actually Tonks. To Harry it all made sense, but now a woman he trusted and respected in another lifetime was now his property. Through her discourse on what she observed the spy explained how Lucius Malfoy was betraying the Crown to the French in return for a favorable spot on the French Council after they were victorious.

With that pronouncement Harry, Albus, and Tom looked to the younger Malfoy and he asked his friend, “Draco, do you want to take your father in, or shall I?”

To his credit the blond haired wizard took a breath, stood erect and nodded, “I will do complete the task, my Lord.” With that he left the tent quickly.

“What if he joins his father?” Albus asked in concern. He looked to Tom and lamented, “They could cause trouble.”

“He won’t.” Harry said unconcernedly, “We have a wizard’s pact since our youth. He would lose his magic if he betrayed me.” Harry noticed that this fact did not seem to ease either Tom or Albus’ demeanor.

“So, Harry, exactly how did you defeat the French forces?” Tom finally asked.

Harry smiled and shook his head. Leave it to this sneaky bastard to remain the suave, elusive snake he always was, “What you mean to ask, Lord Riddle, is: ‘How did a weakling like you defeat a veela warrior and use them to humiliate our enemies and certain numbers of our allies?’ correct?”

Tom’s face was set in stone until he finally broke a smile, “I am amazed at how you’ve grown in one day.”

“War does that, sir.” Harry leaned back in his chair and stated, “I am going to answer this once, and that is all. I refuse to brag or elaborate on what I tell you.”

“But, Harry, you defeated a large force...”

“Sir, my men and I defeated a large force. Yes, I had a very important part in this, but just like I’ve never heard how you, Lord Riddle defeated the dark wizard Amengonon in Israel, or you, Professor, defeated Grindlewald, I do not think anyone will ever learn of how I defeated the veelas.” Harry took a bite of a turkey leg and said after swallowing, “It is enough that I’ve done it.” Harry took a swig from his flask and explained how they won, “I bound the veelas, my men enslaved one each, I made this lovely lady my wife. We acted like the veelas captured us and then we turned the tables on them. I captured and bound our spy to my Clan, and we won. I could not have done any of that without my men, especially my lieutenants. They deserve all good things that may befall them.”

Albus looked upon the man with a new respect, “You have truly become a man, Harry. A boy would have bragged about everything he did, and made sure everyone knew of his ‘conquests.’ I am proud of you.”

Harry nodded in appreciation and commented, “Thank you sir, but I think it is time for me to return to my wives and further my conquests in a familial way.” He stood up, followed by his wife and Tonks, “Until later in the morn.” Harry tipped his brow with Gryffindor’s sword and swept out the tent. After his magical wedding to Anastasia, and the quick session of sex with his wives, he visited and counted his slaves. The next morning the Muggle King knighted him before all armies and the Wizengamot honored him, Ron, and Draco with the Order of Merlin First Class. It was at lunch that day that the offers began pouring in the Potter Clan’s tent.

Harry was lounging on the couch beside the breakfast table with Hermione laying against his stomach sharpening her blades and Alecessa playfully feeding him grapes when the first four owls flew trough the tent flap and dropped their parcels on the table gracefully before settling on an empty chair waiting on a reply. His slave, Tonks was sitting at his feet and Harry ordered, “Slave, open the parcels and tell me what they are.”

“Yes, My Lord.” she emotionlessly responded and after opening one she raised her eyebrows to her master and smiled, “They are marriage agreements.”

Harry rose to sit and kissed Hermione deeply before pushing her from her relaxing seat. “Who are they from?”

“Lord Greengrass, Patil, Marshall, and... wow.” Tonks flipped it over to make sure it was real. “From the King of England, his grace, Edward IV.”

Harry looked to his wives and leaned back thinking. “Cessa, I need some advice. A plan is slowly forming in my head, but I feel you would have some insights I may miss.”

“Yes, my Love. I am always at your service.”

“I feel that I need to organize my own house and Clan before I add new blood. Do you have any suggestions of the best way to deal with the coming proposals?” he asked as he looked back over the contracts and proposals. Harry had to admit that they were quite lucrative.

“You can ask them to respect your need to deal with in house issues for... two mornings?” She offered.

“Is that the most respectful time period?”

“Yes, it tells them you still want to consider their proposals, but that you are responsible enough to bring their daughters, or nieces into an orderly family.”

Harry nodded as he reviewed what his doppelganger knew about the establishment of a harem and Family Clan structure. “Please do so at the earliest.” She tucked one foot under her bottom and extended her other bare foot towards him as he mirrored her movements. Without thinking he took her foot and began massaging it lovingly. “I need to clean out my house.”

“Yes, my Lord, you do.”

Harry called to the Nursery where Ginny was keeping his children, “Ginny!” she stuck her head out the door, “I need you to go to our Family Manor and gather all lieges, my personal and family slaves, women and men of the manor, my father’s wives, my brother’s wives, and anyone else that have a tie to our Clan. Have them meet in our Great Hall. I will be there in one hour.” she nodded and walked towards him, “Make sure they know that failure to appear will not be looked upon kindly, and that they may lose much if they do not appear.”

She gave him a deep and passionate kiss, “Yes, husband.” she leaned in and whispered, “Love, I want you tonight. I am ready to take your seed and plant it in my womb.”

Harry looked at her with a smile he could not help to let escape, “You want another one already?”

“It’s been three years.”

“Ok, I promise.” he conceded.

A very happy wife jumped off his lap and exited the tent to comply to his demands. “Now, I know what I’m going to do with the wives, my question is: what do you think I should do with my mother?”

“You love your mother... whatever would you do to her?” Cessa asked warily, the images of men destroying their mothers so she would bear no children to lay claim to their rule flashed through her mind.

“Cessa, I’m not going to do anything rash, I simply can’t make her my wife. I wanted to make a position for her where she would still be protected by the family name, and able to live her life, but not in a way that would jeopardize my position.” he mused.

“My love, I know of an ancient position in many older houses where one of the women become the Matron of the Manor. They are able to give advice, represent your family, and still have a life outside of the Clan. If she marries again the house created becomes a minor Vassal clan independent of you.” She told him as she began massaging his foot as well.

“Would any of their children have a claim as Head of Manor?” he asked to be clear.

“No.”

“Then that is the way I want it.” Harry nodded to the door, “Ladies, will you leave Cessa and I to finish our discussions alone.” Harry watched them head for the door, “Please take George with you, and prepare the manor for my arrival.”

They nodded and took the Potter heir as they stepped out the door and apparated away. “Cessa, I want to start cleaning house with my slaves first, then ladies and gentlemen of the manor, my lieges, then I’ll take care of the wives.”

“I feel you want to do more than simply disinherit those that are unfavorable.” Cessa observed as she kissed his feet. She jerked back before waving her wand over the offending smell cleaning his feet first.

Harry smiled and made an ugly face at his wife before explaining, “I want those that are corrupt to be enslaved at worst. It depends on the severity of their corruption. Those that plot against our Clan will be dealt with severely, and quickly.”

“Death?” she asked before she took his big toe in her mouth sensually.

He looked into her eyes and gave a playful smile of his own as he let his hand wander farther up her leg. “Is it possible? I mean legally? Will I be punished if I do so?”

She moved herself closer to him as she kissed up his leg and explained, “You have to have proof, and it has to be a plot to kill a member of your family.” She let her hand move up his pants leg, unbuttoned his trousers and asked, “So, how are you going to get this proof?”

“I’ll simply take it from their mind.” he elaborated as his hand found it’s way under her skirt. His fingers treaded lightly up her thighs and was pulling at her knickers.

She gave out a healthy laugh and sliced his ego by saying, “Harry, you’ve never even been able to hide your thoughts from one of us, how are you going to rape their minds like that?”

His face melted from one of lust to anger and threw her leg away from him as he pinned her to the couch and looked into her eyes. Harry bit down on her neck and brought blood. She winced in sensual pain as she wrapped her legs around him. Harry leaned back up and licked a bit of blood from his lip. He dived into her mind batted away the defenses she erected, and brought to the surface the last great orgasm she had last night, followed by the first time she had a threesome with he and Ginny, and finally ended it with the mind blowing orgasm last night when she actually shot juices from her folds onto Anastasia’s face. He came back from her thoughts to see a very flustered and wanting wife’s amazed face admiring his abilities, “But, how?” she panted.

“You don’t escape the thrall of the Queen Veela without learning a few tricks along the way.” he purred as his hands pushed aside the panties and brought out his throbbing flesh, “If I had known talking business was such a turn on for you, we would have done this more often!” Harry pushed himself into her roughly and began ravaging her swollen valley. Cessa tightened her legs around him pulling him deeper and deeper into her with every thrust. She hit her peak in an explosion of waves that sent spasms of pleasure throughout her body. Harry was still not through and Cessa was still not through enjoying him.

She unwrapped her legs and rolled over, “Please take my other hole!” Harry pulled his slick dick out of her warm pussy and slid it into her tight ass. Cessa bit the pillow she used to muffle her screams of pleasure and pain. Harry sped quickly towards his explosion with every thrust and clenching of her muscles. Harry smacked her ass hard and often as he felt his balls ready the streams of cum.

With a scream of pleasure Harry spilled himself into her. He rolled off and she collapsed her lower body onto the couch spent and happy.

Cessa rubbed her finger’s on his chest and asked, “You know what you said about talking business being a turn on?”

Harry said, “Yes.”

“It’s not the business talk, it’s the way you are talking. It is what I’ve always wanted.” She breathlessly explained as she cuddled into his lap.

“Explain, yourself further.” he lovingly ordered.

“I have always loved your softer, poetic side. Harry, you are the first person who could make me laugh and cry within minutes of each other by using only your voice and charm. But, my Lord, I’ve always wanted my husband to be ruthless and dominant.” She looked up to his eyes and smiled, “You have become the man I’ve always wanted, and I can’t ask for a better husband than you,” she kissed his arm softly and said, “All I ask is that you keep your poetic side ready to use when I need it.”

“I will do my best.” he said with a smirk. “Now, back to business...”

“You sure you’re up to it again?” she joked.

Ignoring her lead he continued, “What do I need to do or claim so that I can clean my House?”

“Well, you need to tell, not ask, the Minister that you are claiming your heritage through the Dominion of House Act. That makes it clear that you will give any dishonest member of your house the chance to remove themselves without punishment before you deal out your penalties as you see fit.” She leaned up on her elbows and said pointedly, “Harry, in order to do that you MUST offer them leniency as a group and as individuals. If you do not, you could be executed as well.”

“I have much to do... will a letter to the Minister suffice?” Harry asked.

“It has to carry a blood oath with it, but yes.”

“Then let us get on with it.” Harry said as he got up quickly nearly knocking her off the couch before he caught her. Cessa advised him on what grammar and terms he needed to use on the document to ensure that there were no loopholes that could bite him in the end. He gave the document it’s blood oath and she quickly apparated away to the Ministry as Harry gathered his slaves and ordered them to break camp. Harry watched over the process and admired the effort his new slaves put into their work. He was especially impressed with the wandwork Fleur, Gabrielle, and another French witch he never knew used on the tents and surrounding areas to charm the tent and replant the broken and destroyed flora. It was not so much what they were doing as how they were doing the magic. The charms and spells were third or fourth level work, nothing too taxing, but it was the precision in which they were casting their spells. He had seen this before but only in the military. He made it a point to ask about this later. He mused that he may have more use for these witches besides slaves... to what extent would be up to them.

It was a few more minutes later that the camp was completely broken. Harry mentally called on his manor to help and elves appeared for each of his thirty new slaves. He looked over the group and mentally counted fifteen wizards, nine witches, and six children. With a snap they apparated away and into the manors entrance hall. “Slaves, this is my manor. At this point you are allowed to explore it, but be in the Great Hall,” Harry indicated the large cedar doors behind him, “in fifteen minutes. To be late would be putting your future in jeopardy.” He did his best Snape impersonation and turned in a flurry of robes and bluster.

Fifteen minutes later Harry stood at the podium in his Family’s Great Hall admiring the large banner and the immense family tree that lined the walls of the room. The doors opened and a steady stream of nearly nine hundred witches, wizards, muggles, and slaves poured into the expanding room. Once the group was settled Harry watched Cessa stride through the doors and glide to his side. She whispered in his ear, “It is done. You are completely legal to do as you need.”

He leaned over and kissed her cheek, “You have done well.” Turning to the large group he began, “Lieges, ladies, gentlemen, and slaves of the Potter Clan, welcome to our clan meeting.” he looked about the crowd and noticed his mother, his best friends, and his wives among the throng. “I come here bearing bad news, and orders. Many of you already know, but I regret to inform you that both my father and brother died in battle for the crown yesterday.” he waited for the news to coast over the crowd before continuing, “As the new Head of Clan Potter I am enacting the Dominion of House Act. Under this act I am required to explain the details of what will happen in the next two days, then give you the option of leaving with no penalty or punishment. This will be the only time I will offer this opportunity, but it will not be the last time I remind you of this fact.” He took a sip of water and after looking at Cessa and getting a nod to indicate he had completed his duty in giving them an opportunity to leave, he continued, “I will call each of you into my private study, dive into your mind to find any corruption, schemes, or plots that would injure, harm, or weaken MY family. If any of you enact walls to stop me, or refuse to give me access I will have to take it by force, then enslave you or kill you. If I find you guilty of plotting the demise of a member of the Potter Clan, you will not leave the room breathing. Any corruption or scheming that will bring shame to the Potter name will be punished less severely, but there will be options available for you.” He paused and reviewed the terms he posed to see if he left anything out. Then provided the group, “Anyone who wants to leave now, may do so without punishment, but you will be giving up any protection of the Potter Clan, and any land or benefits you receive from the Potter Clan.” he saw three people rise from their seats, bow to the new head of house and left through the doors.

Nobody else followed their cues and Harry informed, “I will now retire to my office and begin calling each of you. I will begin with the house slaves and work towards all the wives. Any questions or requests shall be directed towards either my wives,” he waved to the group of three on the front row and the one at his side, “Or the new Matron of the Manor.” Harry swept his arms towards Lily Potter. Looking at the group he bowed slightly, “Until I call of you, I pray you remain pure of heart and mind.” He turned to the door to his right and left the hall. Harry turned right behind a tapestry and took a hidden passage to the office behind the Great Hall. Once he entered he turned and saw that he was provided an unblocked view of the Hall. Harry smiled slightly as he watched the crowd flinch as the sound of the outer doors lock. They were now required to stay in the manor throughout the night. Harry would provide the lodging and he hoped, the honor bound before him would provide the loyalty he deserved.

Cessa walked through the entrance to his left, “My Lord, would this list be favorable? I listed your most recent slaves first.”

“Good idea, my youngest love. The oldest would probably be the most loyal to our Clan.” he sat behind the desk and ordered, “I will need you as my scribe, Ginny as my witness, and Hermione as my executor. Also, have the elves prepare the side chamber as a bedroom. If I plan on making any of the slaves, women of the manor, or widows of the manor into my wives I will need the use of the room to bind them.”

“Yes, my husband.” She said with a hint of lust.

Harry could tell that she was getting wet just listening to him give orders. “At midnight, I want you and Ginny to accompany me to bed.”

A smile broke onto the edges of her lips and she simply opened the door with a “Thank you.” and went to carry out his orders. The first few slaves she sent in to Harry were fairly ordinary, but could not speak much English. They were farmers mustered into battle by the French Council and did not want to fight. Harry knew they would work well and add new blood to the magical pool in England. Harry mused that two of them were muggles and hoped they would cope well in the magical world. The fifth new slave brought in was the witch he watched work her magic with the Delacours.

“Good afternoon, Master.” she greeted as she entered the room. She had a light French accent and seemed rather polished in her mannerisms. Her blonde hair was cropped an inch below her chin and framed her face magnificently.

“Good afternoon, slave.” he indicated the seat in front of his desk, “Have a seat.” He watched her glide into the chair and look expectantly up to her master. “I’m going to examine your mind.”

“Sir, you can’t.” she quietly countered as she looked away. “I am not susceptible to occlumency.”

“What do you mean?”

“You can try, but I naturally have a wall that none can penetrate.” She looked to Harry challenging him to try. Of course he did so, and found a wall that seemed to overwhelm his mind.

“I’m impressed.” Harry looked to Ginny and she slipped out the door and to the potions room. “However, I’m guessing that Veriteserum will get what I need, correct?”

“Yes, Master.” she nodded.

While waiting for Ginny to come back Harry examined her before asking, “What is your name, slave?”

“Anne, of the house Tarral.”

Harry walked around his desk and stood before her, “Anne, you may call me Harry.”

“Thank you, Mast... Harry.”

Ginny returned with the bottle and handed it over to Harry who ordered, “Drink four drops.”

Anne looked up a bit disturbed, “Four?”

“Yes, four.”

“But...”

“I ordered you to do that, so you will.”

“Yes, Harry.” she dropped out four drops and downed the clear liquid. She could feel the compulsion to tell the truth seep through her body before her mind could stop what was happening. “I want you.” she said and quickly closed her hands over her mouth. Through her hands she stammered, “I’m sorry!”

Harry snickered and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Anne of Tarral, what are you deaf I told you that five minutes ago.” Anne again put her hands over her mouth as her eyes grew wide.

“What was your job before I enslaved you?”

“When I was ten I worked with my father in our manor, at thirteen my sister paid me to watch over her children...”

“Stop.” Harry ordered as he made a mental note not to ever use more than three drops of the clear liquid again. “After you graduated what were your jobs?”

“I served as an assistant for the Head Councilman right out of Beauxbaton’s, then as an emissary to the British. It was there my ability to block all mind arts was discovered. They then trained me as a spy. It was in this venue that I became closely tied to the British and after I refused to assassinate a high ranking British Wizard they pulled me from the field and kept a close eye on me from that point onward.”

“Who was the high ranking wizard you refused to assassinate?” Harry asked even though he had a feeling he already knew who it was.

“James Potter.” she answered quietly.

“You hardly have an accent as compared to the other slaves.” Harry waited for a moment before realizing he had not asked a question and followed it with, “Why is that?”

“I was trained well as a spy, and when they pulled me back to the continent they assigned me to translate messages. I have an extensive English vocabulary.”

“Miss Tarral, it seems my family owes you a life debt and in keeping with that you are now under the protection of the House of Potter. I will free you from your bonds and ask you to stay on as a Lady of the Manor. Whatever your deepest desire is, I will try to give it. So, what is the one thing you want more than anything?”

“I want you to marry me.” she stated evenly. “If you will have me.”

Harry smiled at the attractive lady and replied, “Of course.” Harry turned to Ginny and the redhead came forward with the wives’ wands. Harry and Anne linked hands and Ginny used the wands to perform the ritual. Harry then escorted his new wife to the bedroom and kissed her neck. He let his hands come under her arms and massage her breasts through her robes. Anne raised her arms to wrap them around his head and bring his lips closer to her ear and mouth. She turned to him and let his arms wrap around her as she met his lips with hers and let his tongue enter. He gently pushed her back and disrobed her slowly and with purpose. This time, Harry wanted to drink in all her body. There was something special about this woman that he wanted to tap into. She seemed like a best friend that he had never actually known. Of course she was a best friend that he so desperately wanted to wrap her legs around as he pounded into her, but this time he knew she needed to feel accepted, she needed to feel loved. Harry looked up to the now naked wife and let her lead him to the bed where she returned the favor and he too was soon bare. Harry leaned her back into the covers and moved his kisses around her body.

Anne held her hands on his head as he kissed up and down her legs as well as up and down her body several times before she finally begged, “Please, now.” Harry’s face looked from her hips and slid up her body until he was right at her entrance. With a kiss he slid himself into her and she began sliding and bucking with him slowly and surely. She felt wonderful and warm as he kept up the pace. When she came he could feel the warmth from her. He climaxed soon afterwards and lay beside her. It was not the most exotic session, but for Harry and Anne it was truly a memorable love making experience. They cuddled for nearly an hour before Harry sighed and gave his new wife a kiss. “I have to go finish cleaning house.”

“Go ahead my British Gentleman.” she said with a quirk of her eyebrow.

“Until I return, my Fair French Maiden.” he kissed her hand elegantly and then left the room. Harry made it through the other slaves with few surprises until he finally reached Tonks. He toyed with the idea of making her a wife, but, he knew she brought very little to the group. He compromised and made her a Mistress of the Manor, severed her bonds to the House, and made sure she realized he would be in her bed at least a few times in the future. He already had one spy in his house, but he was surely going to enjoy the fruits of her metamorphagus body, and she was still allied to him.

When the former queen sat before him, Harry had to remain calm and remember that he had pledges outstanding with his wife. He kept her as a slave and simply reminded her that her life would be rather short if she was ever a threat to his family again. After sifting through a few more he had to keep his wits about him and remember that this was a different timeline when Fleur and Gabrielle came in as one.

“Ahh, the Delacours.” Harry said as he conjured a separate chair for Gabrielle. “I see you two would prefer to be seen together. I assume you both want the same treatment.”

“Yes, Master.” Fleur answered.

“Well, let’s get on with it.” Harry looked deeply into Fleur’s eyes and was sucked into her memories. This was definitely not the same Fleur he remembered. She was a ruthless manipulator who used her veela charms to advance her way through the French ranks. Harry would have classified her as a high price whore at best. Harry actually felt filthy coming out of her mind. She would never be allowed as a wife, the others would crucify him and there would be no gain in doing so since she had been disowned by her father years ago. He then turned his attention to Gabrielle. In character she was the opposite of Gabrielle. The major flaw Harry found in her was that the younger Delacour rode her sister’s coat tails on the way to power and rank. When he withdrew from their minds Harry sighed, “Slaves, I have one of you who I would keep as a slave only, the other I would like to make into a Lady of the Manor.”

The sisters looked at each other and agreed, “We will be as one.” Harry looked into Fleur’s mind and found that she wagered her future on the benevolence of her master. She knew her character was only worthy as the basest of sex slaves to her master and king, but she believed her sister was her redemption, surely her king would spare her for the sake of Gabrielle.

Harry’s rage at her attempts to manipulate him snapped, “Fine, then you both remain slaves and I will frequent your bed anytime I want to!” Fleur was aghast as Harry walked over to them, ripped off their shirts, and branded them with his mark. He grabbed Fleur by her hair and forced her to turn her face upon him, “Because of your selfishness both of you will be nothing more than fucking machines for me, and will work in my fields. You foolish bitch! I hope you enjoy watching your sister toil in agony and pain.” he slapped her across the face and called over his shoulder, “Get these slaves out of my sight.”

Harry was perturbed that Fleur was not the loving sister she once was in his time. If she had made the right choice, she would have been enslaved to her sister, who would have been a Lady of the Manor. He slammed his hand in frustration as he steamed that her selfishness would not allow her sister the freedom that she deserved. “Is that all the slaves?”

Cessa massaged his shoulders and said quietly, “That’s all of your slaves.”

“The others are my brother and fathers?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Yes.”

“Send them in three at a time, I want this over quickly.” Harry ordered as he turned to his wife and gave her a small kiss. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

Cessa turned from him and walked towards the door, “I know you will.” Harry could tell she honestly meant it.

Harry was on his alert for corruption and plotting amidst the slaves of his brother and father. Besides one male slave plotting to murder the husband of his lover, he found no malice but only loyalty to the Manor. As the last one left he looked to Hermione, “I would have thought I was going to need use of your talents.”

“I didn’t.” Hermione said emotionlessly.

“Why was that?”

“They would have had nothing to gain. Their bondage would have only passed on to another member of the family, and they have the dream that if they prove themselves loyal and worthy of the Manor they would be freed.” Hermione explained as she used one of her throwing blades to clean the grime from under her fingernails.

“That gives me an idea...” Harry looked to Cessa and said, “Bring in...” he looked over the list and found the man who he found to be the most loyal, “Canon Ferris.”

Cessa looked oddly at Harry and then walked back to the Great Hall and found the man. He was clearly shaken by the call back and was worried he had angered the new Lord Potter. He warily walked into the room, “Yes, my Lord.”

“Slave Canon, it has came to my attention that you have been a loyal slave for nearly twenty three years, correct?”

“Yes, Lord Potter.”

Harry drew his wand and pointed it at his chest, “Well, it ends tonight!” Harry raised his wand back and said, “Avada....” The man flinched as he expected the spell, which never came. “I want you to realize that your life was in my hands, but I am letting you go.” The man looked up to see if this was another ploy, but remained silent. “In appreciation of your hard work and loyalty I would like to unbound you and make you a Gentleman of the Manor.”

“Sir?” Canon asked as he got on his knees before Harry.

“Yes?”

“What of my family?”

“They will be freed as well.” Harry pointed his wand at his father’s mark. With a swish it disappeared. “Rise, Gentleman Canon Ferris and remember that I had the power to destroy you, but rewarded you instead.”

The now exhilarated Gentleman of the Manor rose from his seat and ran to the Hall. He saw a bemused expression on Cessa’s face before she became his ice queen once again. “Harry, the other Gentlemen and Ladies of the Manor are next.”

“Can we start with the Mistresses of the Manor first?”

“Yes, we can.” By the end of the next two hours Harry had a splitting headache from sorting out the various snivelling rivalries and back stabbing motives that made Harry distrust any single woman within a hundred miles. As the last Mistress left he looked to his wives and lamented, “How can you deal with pithy little dramatic diva’s like those scarlet women?”

They laughed until a stoic Hermione shrugged, “I kept waiting for you to give me orders to kill that little blond that kept giggling and showing you her cleavage.”

He shook his head trying to get rid of the images of the homely looking witch. “I was almost there.” The men were easier to deal with until he found a particularly slimy associate of his brother. Harry felt sickened at what the man planned to do with Gerald’s daughters. Jumping over the desk Harry sliced his wand across the mans shoulder and severed his wand arm before slamming him against the wall with his hand. The man tried to fight back but Harry simply closed the hold on the man’s neck. “Hermione, slice off his manhood. He is a disgrace to mankind everywhere.”

The man could only vaguely understand what was going on and shook his head crying, “No, no!”

“That is the punishment for perverts like you.” Harry said as Hermione took her blade and sliced off the pants. She deftly grabbed the flesh and with one quick movement sliced it and the sack below it off the body. In another move her wand sealed it and cleaned Harry who was sprayed with the man’s blood. He dropped the man to the ground and growled, “You are lucky you are alive! You are banished from the Potter Manor, and without our protection!” Hermione led the sobbing man to the door and it opened immediately. She pushed him towards the door and the manor did the rest. Throughout the rest of the day Harry languished in his duty. However, he did his best to clean up his house. It wasn’t until he reached his brother’s first wife did he find someone he had to kill.

She was a viper waiting for her chance to strike. She was smug and arrogant enough to mock Harry’s power. She stepped into the room and sneered, “What am I to you?” she sat in the chair darkly as she challenged, “I’ve seen your feeble attempts to block us from your own mind through the years, what makes you think you can squeak out an inkling of my plans.”

Harry wanted to know what was the root of her venom before he raped her mind, “For what reason do you think you can march into my manor and act as this?”

“I know you can not harm a hair on my head if you have no proof.” she flared her nostrils as she spat, “According to the laws set forth by your decree, you will have to take Veriteserum. I know you can’t break my Occlumency. My secrets are safe.”

It was at this point that Harry blasted through her Occlumency walls and stripped away the meager traps she had erected. What he found was illuminating. She, three of Gerald’s other wives, and two of James’ wives were plotting since they were called for the meeting. They were to kill Harry, his wives, and son in one fell swoop in the morning at breakfast. Harry ordered Hermione to silence her and stick her to the wall behind the doors. Harry watched as his assassin wife pointed her wand at the womans throat and removed her voicebox. She held the aging wife to the wall with her wand and used four blades to stick her to the wall through her shoulders. Harry nodded to Cessa, “Give me the list of my father and brother’s wives.” Cessa did as ordered and Harry snatched it quickly from her hand. “Bring in these three, and these two hussies!” Cessa stopped to look at the list until he snapped, “NOW!”

Harry was fuming violently and all his wives but Hermione shrank from his aura. Harry turned to her and saw that she was toying with the pompous windbag. He watched her run the blade up and down the hussie’s leg drawing blood with every run. He loved seeing this Hermione enjoying her work. The door beside Hermione and her little play thing opened. The door swung and kept them hidden from view as the ladies walked to the chairs provided. Harry gave no warning when he looked at the first one and tore into her mind. He found what he needed before binding the others to the chairs and doing the same. The ladies knew they were found out. He nodded to Hermione who unbound each of them and stuck them to the wall in a similar manner as the first.

Harry walked to each one of them and ripped the clothes off them. “You sluts of my house have brought shame and deception.” he ran his wand along each of the women’s abdomens. “You will have no children!” and at this pronouncement severe cramps struck them that brought their legs to their chests. They were screaming in pain, even the witch who was first hung onto the wall was able to hiss out the throes of pain she was feeling. With a sickening plop their wombs erupted onto the floor from between their legs. Harry severed the connecting ribbons of flesh with a swish of his wand.

“You will have no chance to kill us in our sleep!” With a slice of his wand their wand arms fell to the floor in a bloody mess. He turned to Hermione and said quietly, “Have fun with them, my Love.” he thought for a second before adding, “But keep them alive.” Harry sat behind his desk and propped up his feet to watch the show. He watched Hermione use each of them for target practice. She circled non vital points of their bodies and began using the circles for target practice. Thump after sickening thump marked the perfect throws Hermione made. She would break into combat stances and roll, throw the blades and then laugh at the screams of pain. Once all the circles had a knife sticking through them Harry called his assassin to his side and walked to the tortured souls. “Now I will enjoy taking your lives as you wanted to take mine! Because, you will have no life!” with a slice he severed their heads and let them fall to the floor in the bloody mess. He summoned the elves to clean the mess but ordered them to leave the bodies on the wall. He ordered all in the room, “Let this be a warning to all who would want to harm us, or our family.”

Through the rest of the night he began finding a pattern. His brother had many wives and they were all legally bound as wives, but Harry found that he only frequented the beds of five of them. They were mostly loyal to the family and Harry granted them the titles of Ladies of the Manor. Legally, he could still sleep with them, but this gave them the ability to find other men and still be protected by the Potter Clan. It wasn’t until the last wife of Gerald’s came in that Harry found one who was loyal, powerful, and charming enough to be one of his wives. She was an African witch from the courts of Cleopatra. Harry found in her mind a revulsion to Gerald, but an acceptance of her father’s demands that she marry the man. It gave the African wizards an envoy into the British society and it brought great wealth to the Potter clan. Harry asked if she wanted to remain a Potter wife, to which she replied, “Yes.”

Harry wed and bound her to him that very hour. With the end of his brother’s wives Harry decided that it was now time to take a break. He only had his father’s wives to deal with tomorrow, and Harry retired to a long hot bath. He soaked amid the curling and wafting vapors relaxing when he heard his door open. Harry looked up to see Cessa and Ginny walk into the room with robes surrounding their body. They looked coyly to Harry and dropped their robes to the ground as they sultrily stepped into his tub to share the warmth.

Both ducked under the water to get their hair wet and rose from the depths beside Harry. It took no prodding as Harry reached under Cessa and put her on his lap. He felt her ease herself onto his dick. Ginny pouted until Harry used his other hand to begin fingering her folds and he kissed her mouth as Cessa nipped and bit on his neck. It took him a bit of time since he had just fucked his newest wife before slipping into the tub. But he rewarded Cessa with another load of cum in her wanting pussy before Ginny took a turn with him. She began massaging his dick until it was hard again. She the took Cessa’s spot and the blond watched the love of her life and best friend make love right before her. Cessa began getting horny again and masturbated while they fucked each other silly. Harry was thoroughly spent as he walked from the bath with his wives and fell into the bed.

The next morning Harry woke around nine and ate breakfast before continuing with his father’s wives. He found two more wives that were plotting his demise and let Hermione have her fun with them. Harry enslaved three as punishment for their corrupt dealings that would bring shame to the Potter Clan if they were exposed to certain other Wizards. He wed one more that was worth the effort, she was a bit older than Harry and brought with her two seats on the Wizengamont. However, he was pleased to find a sense of humor that his father evidently did not understand or appreciate. So Jenna became his next wife. With the last of the wives dealt with Harry relaxed into his chair. He was surprised to hear a knock upon his door.

He was even more surprised at who was behind it, “Hello, Draco.” Harry walked to his friend and embraced him in a tight brotherly hug. Pulling him back he asked, “Is there something wrong?”

“I captured my Father and he has been imprisoned. He will soon be destroyed by the Dementors.” Draco commented as he walked past him and sat on the seat of judgement, “Now, I come asking a favor.”

Harry walked to his chair behind the desk and with a concerned look on his face he watched Draco give his sister a bitter smile and nod before Harry asked him, “Well, what is this favor?”

“Harry, my family has been disgraced by my father’s actions. My name is saved because I brought him in as the traitor he is. My sister’s name is protected by your marriage.” he then sighed and admitted, “But my mother will carry his shame until some one redeems her name by marrying her.”

“So, you want me to marry her.”

“Yes, or either find someone who would.” Draco answered, “But, that would be a hard bargain to sell.”

Harry thought for a moment and looked through his other persona’s mind before responding, “Have I ever told you that she was my first crush?” He watched Draco’s face brighten and look to Cessa who let a smile break on her face. He knew how much these two loved their mother. However, Harry was also going to get something out of this deal. “Is she still able to bear children?”

“Yes, Harry.” Draco answered, “She is only forty eight.” Harry saw that he was happy that it was being accepted, “As a witch she still has a good twenty years of child bearing years left.”

Harry looked pensive before he responded, “That’s... what? Twenty nine years older?”

“Yes.” Draco responded.

Harry examined the memories of his host body and found some interesting talents that James taught him from an early age. “Is she here with you?”

“Yes, my Friend.”

“Then bring her in.” Harry ordered motioning for the door to open. Narcissa glided in much like her daughter was prone to do. Harry smiled at how sexy that action was. “Strip.” he ordered. Narcissa and the rest of the room halted for a second before the older woman did as he ordered. “All of it.” Harry said pointing to the bra and knickers with his wand. She self-consciously did as he said and covered up her privates. Harry walked over and around her before ordering, “Remove your hands.” She did so haltingly and Harry cupped her drooping, but not sagging breasts with both hands and advised, “Narcissa, do not move. This will be painful, but I’m hurting you with a purpose. Ok?”

“Y.. Yes.” she stuttered. Harry closed his eyes drawing on his father’s directions. He felt the magic working and began feeling a warm and greasy substance filling his hands. Harry opened his eyes to see tears of pain streaking Narcissa’s face. When he had extracted enough fat from her breasts Harry shook his hands free of the goo and cleaned them with his wand. Then he positioned his wand on her left breast and traced an arch along the underside and topside of her breast. Instantly the flesh fell away and her breast healed itself. He continued the same action with her right breast. Harry ran his wand and left hand over her body, drawing the yellowish goo from her body in certain areas, before running his wand over the skin and tightening it while removing wrinkles. Harry then turned to her face and remembered how beautiful it once was. She still carried charm and beauty, but Harry wanted to give her a present that she could use for the rest of her life. It was not painless, but Narcissa could not believe the youthful face looking back at her from the mirror after Harry worked out the wrinkles and abuse she weathered in her marriage to Lucius.

“Narcissa, go rest now.”

This was not something she needed an order to do. “Yes, Lord Potter,” and she gingerly walked to the door.

Harry watched the door close then sharply addressed, “Ok, I will marry her if she brings with her your father’s seats on the Wizengamot. I will allow you to withdraw your inheritance from his estate but then, I want her to join the Potter and Malfoy vaults.”

“That will be done.”

Harry waited before adding the last point, “Then you will present your oldest daughter to me as a bride.” The room was echoing with silence.

“What?” Draco asked quietly. “But, Aurora is only fifteen.”

“Right, she is fifteen. Two years older than your first marriage, and one year older than you were when you and your first wife BORE her, and I also have to add that she is only fourteen years younger than I. While I’m marrying your mother, who is twenty nine years older than I.” Harry offered his hand and said, “That is my offer, take it or leave it.”

Cessa stood beside her husband and told Draco, “I stand with my husband on this issue. Come on Drake, you know it’s the best deal we will get for our mother’s honor.”

Draco looked near to tears but nodded his head, “Fine, but remember you are taking my baby from me.”

Harry knew how proud he was of his daughter. “Well, Draco, just remember that it’s not everyday that a man gains both a step father, and son in law in the same person.”

“May I ask why you helped my mother with your magic before you agreed to marry her?”

“Because, now, even if this deal fell through, she would be better able to draw a man to her.”

Draco nodded in appreciation and quickly shook his friend’s hand. He left the room right after saying, “They will be here by nine tonight. Please treat them well.”

The rest of the day was taken in interviewing Tonks. Harry took advantage of his claim of her as a Mistress of the Manor and ran his finger along her bare and spent body as he asked, “So, who else was plotting against the Crown?”

“Besides Malfoy?”

“Yes, besides Malfoy.” Harry watched her mull over the issue before he explained, “Malfoy is smart, but he has to have directions. I want to know who was ordering him around.”

“Who was ranked above him in the forces?” she asked with a knowing smile.

“Well, that’s easy. My father, Master Riddle and Dumbledore.”

“Harry, then there’s your answer.” Tonks stretched and angled her body against him, “Your father was killed by the people who ordered him to battle AND by the treachery of Malfoy, who gave us the coordinates of your attack.” She leaned up on her side and let her hair flutter between bubblegum pink and a beautiful shade of purple as she pointed out, “The question remains: Did they do it independent of each other, or in concert.”

Harry leaned towards her and gave her a peck on the lips and asked, “Now, what does that matter?”

“Because if they acted independently of each other you will look like a rogue wizard trying to find vengeance against the leaders of the British Wizarding world. If they acted in concert, then you are a man of honor finding vengenace against the power hungry dictators of our world.” She let the white sheet fall a bit and expose her breasts to him, “It may not seem like much, but it means the world.”

“I must be the stupidest bloke in the entire realm for not taking you as a wife.” he slung her way as he ran a finger to her right nipple.

She swatted his hand away and joked, “No, you just knew I would have been too much for you to handle.”

“But, I would have had fun trying.” he added with a wry smile.

“Go, get out of here.” she said with a smack to his ass. “You have wives to charm.” He listened to her and got dressed. As he was about to leave, the metamorph and advised, “Harry, you need to see Lucius...” she dug into her duffel and tossed him a bottle of veriserum. “And see if you can get him to take this potion. Once you find out what you need, you can follow the money to see who was pulling his purse strings.”

“Thanks, Tonks.” he cheekily added, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back around some more.”

“I would be surprised if you weren’t.” she said as she raised her arms over her head and leaned into the plush pillows.

Harry arrived back to the manor and kissed each of his wives hello. He could only marvel at the sexual nature of the veela when he felt his manhood stir with each kiss. By the time the mirror images of Narcissa and her granddaughter, Aurora arrived he was in massive need for release. Both had shoulder length blond white blond hair and were nearly the same height. Harry could tell that Aurora would eventually grow a few more inches and become a bit more bustier than her grandmother. However, he was sure the Malfoy women would bring enjoyment to this Harry Potter for many years to come. Once the marriages were held Harry could not bring to take them both at the same time, so he bedded Narcissa first. She was a great lay, and knew her way around a bed. After he filled her with his little soldiers Harry let her cuddle up to him. Suddenly, she started sniffing and crying. “What’s wrong, Cissy?”

She looked up and admitted, “I took a fertility potion before the wedding.” then she dug her face into his chest.

“Why would I worry about that?” he asked.

She sniffed, “I did it so that you wouldn’t simply send me away after you’ve fulfilled your duties.” She hiccuped, “It was what I had to do with Lucius.”

“Cissy, I am not Lucius.” he pulled her face to him and gave her a deep kiss. “I will love you and keep you as a wife should be.” Harry looked into her eyes and saw the truth before he asked, “Did you also give Aurora the same potion?”

She nodded, “Yes.”

“Well, you will have to be punished.” he saw her eyes close and he told her why, “It’s not that you took the potion, I want as many kids as I can breed. It’s because you think I would do something so horrid as to betray my wives.” He pulled her off him and explained, “I will not lie, it will hurt, but hopefully this will be the only time I will ever have to do it.” He got up and walked to the door.

“Where are you going, my husband.”

“I have to fuck my newest wife.”

“But the potion...”

Harry laughed, “I don’t care. She’s here for me and I will take her. When she gets pregnant it will be my child. I plan on making the Potter Clan the largest in the land, and the most powerful.”

Harry walked next door after cleaning himself off and waved a hand to open the room to him. He smiled at the image of Aurora sitting primly in bed. “Hello, my young love.”

She jumped and smiled warily, “My husband.” she bowed.

“Enough of that. I’m Harry to you.” he sat on the bed and smiled, “What else could I be to the future mother of one of my children.”

Harry watched her face fall as she sputtered, “My Nana...”

He held up his hand and smiled, “It is fine. Even if you weren’t going to have a child of mine I would care for you the same as my others.”

She took that as a cue for her to make a move and she took off her top. Harry held her hand for a second before he let his hands travel over her young and luscious body. He admired her developing curves and with a flurry he shed the bed of it’s covers. He began kissing her milky smooth legs as his hands began exploring her body. He thanked the Veela abilities he inherited as his dick began throbbing again, wanting to take the young woman’s pussy and ravage it. Harry’s mouth reached the knickers and he bit onto the fabric and pulled them down to her legs. She spread her legs and nodded to him that she was ready. Harry dug his tongue into her folds and she could not believe how good that felt. His lips, tongue, and teeth teased her delicate flesh until he heard her climax that way. Moving up he let his dick enter her slightly. She gasped and closed her eyes. “You’re a virgin?” he asked calmly to which she nodded her head. Harry did not respond but slowly entered her until he ripped her maidenhead with his flesh. She bit into his shoulder in pain as he began stretching out her vaginal opening. At the end he filled her womb with his spirit and rolled off her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow night to stretch you out some more.” Harry informed her as he let her hug up to him.

She looked up to him and asked, “Will it hurt as much as tonight?”

“No.” Harry leaned down and kissed her head and added, “I’ve heard a nice hot bath helps. Why don’t you go to your bathing room and soak for a couple of hours. I’ll go check on my other wives.” He watched her sadly nod and he added, “No jealousies. You need to share.” He watched her pad her way to the bathing room gingerly.

Harry was still alert and ready so he bedded Hermione, Anastasia, and his African Princess, Cleandra. He fell asleep that night with his princess on one arm, and queen on the other. His assassin slept peacefully beside Cleandra with her hands wrapped around the dark skinned body of her sister wife.

The next morning he assembled all his wives for a meeting. He wanted to hear what they would advise and to inform them of certain events that he planned to deal with, one of which would be his future wives. During the meeting he explained what he and Tonks had discussed and waited for their insights. Narcissa gave him her blessing to see Lucius, so with that one action his way was clear to interrogate the traitor. It was also suggested that an easy way to gauge Riddle and Dumbledore’s influence in the events would be to let them know what was going on while Harry was already there. It was decided that Ginny would carry that message in the form of a visit to her family. Ginny knew her mother was a devoted follower of Albus’ and the moment she left the Hollow Manor there would be an immediate floo call. It was decided that Alecessa, Anne, and Hermione would stalk and mark their movements, record what they did and report back at the earliest time. He left Anastasia, Cleandra, Aurora, and Jenna to sift the marriage proposals into piles. One was for the definite no’s. Harry wanted the purely disgusting witches and women (they knew the only disgusting witches to him were the one’s with the worst characters) to rot in hell after seeing the effect they can have on a Manor. The second was for witches and women who had either good looks, great character, or enough power to set them apart. The third pile was for women who had it all. It was set that Harry would review their decisions when he returned.

Harry and Ginny arrived to their target assignments within minutes of each other. Harry sat across the table from Lucius in his Ministry jail cell. “Good morning, Malfoy.”

“Potter... excuse me, Lord Potter.” he replied with a nod. “What can I do for you today.”

Harry looked to the guards and offered, “Take Veritaserum.” He slid the vial to the guard who measured out the three drops. He waved his wand at the man and forced him to swallow the potion. “Guards, can you please leave us alone. I have some sensitive questions to ask.”

They nodded and strode from the room. Harry cleared his throat and asked him, “Lucius, did you suggest that my house lead the attack in France so that we would be weakened and our Clan would be destroyed?”

“Yes.”

Harry tried to still his hand from slicing the man’s head from his body. “Did you have associates who were involved beside the French?”

“Yes.” he said unblinking.

“Was Albus Dumbledore an associate in your actions?”

“Yes.”

“Was Tom Riddle an associate in these actions as well?”

“Yes.” he watched Lucius struggle with the answer.

“What were your orders?”

“Send your clan into battle and if any survived I was to have a backup plan. It included several of the wives killing the Head of House and all descendants.”

“What would Dumbledore and Riddle gain from this action?”

“Your house would have been weakened and seats on Wizengamont would be up for grabs. They would have claimed them and had enough power to shape the world in an image they saw fit.”

Images of Dumbledore talking about his early indiscretions with Grindlewald came to mind. “Did it have something to do with eradicating or limiting Magic to pureblood wizards and witches?”

“Yes.”

“How many Hallows do they have access to?”

Lucius looked up curiously and sneered, “The Hallows are a nursery tale.” Harry knew he clearly had not idea if they were after those objects.

“Ok, If I spare your life, would you testify to that fact in a court?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I would be dead by then.” Harry nodded to this statement. He probably was right.

“But I have the memory....” Harry pondered, “Do you have a pensieve?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Under my office floor boards.”

“Does it contain your memories?”

“Yes.” Lucius watched Harry stand and knock on the door. “Harry?” the elder man asked.

“Yes, Lord Malfoy.”

“Will you take care of my family?” Harry heard him ask. He turned to him and saw the pleading look in his enemies face.

“Draco is my liege, I have already married Narcissa, Alecessa, as well as Aurora. What else do you want from me?” Harry asked in awe at his audacity.

“Potter, whether you believe it or not, Family does mean everything to me. I know Draco has taken the rest of my wives as his, or either dealt with them how he sees fit, but Draco has another daughter that he does not know of. Please take care of her.”

Harry paused and looked to him, “Narcissa never mentioned anything about her...”

“Because I told her she was still born.” He paused and continued, “She is in St. Mungo’s and I have been secretly taking care of her all these years.”

Harry nodded quickly, “I will make her a Mistress of the Manor, and care for her as one of my own.” Harry turned for the door before calling back to him, “Do you wish for her to bear children?”

“That is up to you. I only ask you do not violate her humanity.”

Harry swore, “I will take care of your daughter, and if she is ever made right, I will marry her as well.” With a wave the wand in his hand glowed red signifying the pledge.

Harry returned to the Manor to see one immense pile one medium sized and one smaller pile on the table. He estimated that the first pile was nearly five thousand letters, the second was nearly three hundred, and the third looked to be about thirty letters. “Nice job.” he commented to the witches he knew were watching him.

They giggled, “Thank you, Harry.” as they glided down the stairwell.

“For your efforts I want each of you to pick one lady out of this maybe pile and put it over there.” he pointed to his personal desk beside the fire. “I will definitely wed them.” They sprang into action and each picked their favorite one and plopped it onto the desk. “Has my other wives joined us?”

“Only Ginny.” Narcissa informed him.

“Well, when they return send me word. I want an immediate meeting.” Harry ordered as he flooed to St. Mungo’s. After going through the red tape that would have frustrated anyone else, Harry finally found a blond haired lady sitting in a bed playing with blocks and making words with them.

He looked to the healer, “How old is she?”

“Twenty four.” Healer Sandwhyck replied.

“I’m guessing she acts about three?”

“Yes, Lord Potter.”

“Well, I’ve currently taken over the care for her. See to it that her condition improves. By the end of the year I want her maturity level to be nearer to a twelve year old.”

“Sir?” the Healer gasped, “That’s impossible!”

Harry ignored the complaint and continued, “If you do ‘fix’ her, you will find a two thousand galleon bonus in your end of year paycheck, as well as a seat representing the Potter Clan. “If you don’t I will make sure you are shipped off to some clinic in Knockturn Alley where you’ll only see Dragon Fire Herpes, and cases of Giganta Testacula for the rest of your career.”

“Ye.. Yes, Lord Potter.” he stuttered. He was interrupted by a pop of a Potter elf.

“Yes, Poppy?”

“Mistress Narcissa wants me to tell you that all have returned except Mistress Hermione. She is going to stay in the field for the rest of the night.”

“You have done well, Poppy.” Harry turned from the room and left the hospital. He exited the fireplace to find his wives sitting around the table. He took his seat at the head of the table and nodded, “Ginny, explain what happened with your mother.”

She sighed, “I am sorely disappointed in my mother.” she took a sip of her tea and continued, “I waited for her to ask about you, and when I mentioned you were on your way to interview Lucius she could not get rid of me fast enough.”

“Do you think she had knowledge of the plot?” Harry asked darkly.

“I did not read that from her body language.” Ginny explained, “The feeling I gathered was that she was worried for your well being. My GUESS is that the two headed snake in charge had convinced her that she should let them know if you were doing something that would bring harm to you, or dishonor to your family... meaning me.”

“Understandable.” Harry admitted, “It’s also not below the snakes to play on her honor and concern. As for now, she is without punishment. But if that changes, you realize your maiden family will be punished.”

“Yes, Husband I realize this.” She relented.

“Ok, so what was the reaction on your end ladies?”

Anne smiled wickedly, “I’ve seen field rats act with more decorum in the face of the reaper.” Cessa laughed at the accuracy of her assessment before the spy continued, “They apparated away immediately. I found Dumbledore at Hogwarts, and Hermione found Riddle at the Ministry. He tried to get into your meeting, but the guards would not let him in and forced him to remove himself from the premises. You just barely missed running into him. He apparated away mere moments before you stepped to the fireplaces.” She turned a page on the pad of parchment and continued, “Hermione said that he then began apparating away to various family manors. She said that each time he exited the manor more irate than he entered.”

Harry interrupted, “Can you get me a list of those families?”

“All ready done.” Cessa answered. “They lie right here beside the marriage proposals.”

“I see you already think like I right now.” Harry nodded in appreciation before asking, “What of Dumbledore?”

Anne flipped the pad and read, “He met with Hagrid, and the centaurs. He was pleased when he left the Hut, and he was pissed when he exited the forest. He then entered the castle and he never left through the exits. I believe he flooed back to their home because Hermione and Cessa both saw him an hour later.”

“Any clue what he did in that hour?”

“No, but if I was him, I’d be getting rid of evidence.”

“He probably was.” Harry admitted. “I wish we could find out what it was, though.”

The harem pondered a way of finding out the impossible until Aurora put forward, “I’m still a student at Hogwarts... I wonder if the elves will listen to me?”

Harry’s face broke into a smile, “No, but they may listen to someone who controlled a majority of the Board of Governor’s seats.” He turned to look at the ladies who sorted the marriage proposals. “Any seats in those stacks there?”

They nodded. “Yes, seven.” Cleandra answered.

“And with the two I already own, then I would own a majority.” he turned to Narcissa and ordered, “Go to your husband’s study and tear up the floor boards. Find his pensieve and bring it to me. I’ve got some proposals to look over.” She rose from her seat and left for her former home. “I can’t act until I have enough power to destroy the men, so it is imperative I gain the advantages I need through those marriages.” Harry waved his wand and the piles flew to sit before him. “This will also give them some time to hang themselves. I want them followed wherever they go, I want it documented, and luckily they will think I’ve given up and get sloppy.”

The ladies departed the meeting and Harry began sorting through the most powerful pile. He had to agree with the ladies assessments. The first Harry answered were the proposals for the hands of the muggle King’s daughters. Harry knew that if he united his Clan with that of the Royal family he would maintain power in both worlds. Lord Greengrass was promising two seats on the Wizengamot as well as thousands of galleons as a dowry for the hand of Daphne, and a seat on the Board of Governor’s with hundred’s of galleons as a dowry for his second born daughter Truella. Harry signed the document, sealed it with a drop of blood and appointed tomorrow by nine for them to either counter the proposal or accept, and they would be wed. Angelina Johnson’s little sister, Gale, came with two seats and a modest two hundred galleon dowry. Harry went through and responded to the thirty wives he needed to give him the power to deal with the traitors. They were to be wed over the next three days. Harry reviewed the others and figured that sixty was a decent number of wives for this harem. He found twenty others that would bring either wit, beauty, wealth, or strength to his family. They would be wed over the weekend, that left him one week to avenge his father’s death. Harry would also enjoy the fruits of the contracts and proposals in the mean time. That night in the mass of flesh that was he, Aurora, Cleandra, Ginny, Jenna, and Narcissa, Harry lay awake reflecting that he was surely to get vengeance on his father’s killers. However, it was probably not the type of vengeance his father would have wanted. It would be more cruel. James would have just wanted the men killed. Harry was going to destroy them in a poetic manner. Strip their power, expose their deceit, bring their allies to his side, destroy their reputations, then take their life. That was his goal.



By Sunday Harry realized that the best thing to happen to him was becoming the Veela King. Without the benefits of that crown he would have been unable to seal over half of the marriages. Now with the sexual drive he owned, he was able to satisfy his women, and he strengthened his power base. It was that Monday after he gathered his last seat that he called upon the elves of Hogwarts. “My faithful servants I am ordering you to scour the castle and find whatever Headmaster Dumbledore destroyed or trashed last Wednesday.”

“Sir, we are sorry, but we get our orders from the Headmaster.” A small elf in the front line squeaked.

“If you do not do this I will be forced to dismiss the Headmaster and find it myself.” Harry kneeled down to her level, “If you do what I ask and find all the material that he destroyed or threw away, he may still have his job. It depends on the evidence.”

“Sir, do you have the power?” another elf asked.

“Yes, elf. I have the power, and if you don’t do as I ask then your Headmaster will most surely be dismissed.” he looked deep in the elf’s eyes and challenged, “You have the power to clear your beloved Headmaster.” Standing from the floor he cleared his throat, “But if any of you hide evidence for him, I will give you clothes.” The group of elves’ eyes grew wide and disappeared with a chorus of ‘yes, sir’s.’

It was only an hour later when the elves returned with satchels full of everything from trash to office supplies. Harry looked at all of them and glanced no deception in their eyes. “You have done well. You all may return to your duties, but I ask that you not tell the Headmaster or anyone else what you have been ordered to do.”

“Yes, Governor.” The oldest elf answered and bowed before him and popped away. The others followed suit.

Harry called all the ladies together and pointed to the duffels, “Time to dig through the trash heap.” They separated and began sorting through the junk. Definite trash was banished to the Potter trash heap. Anything that was curious or looked like papers that may have been shredded were put to the side. Harry began sorting through the papers and repaired them the best he could. There were some holes in the repaired documents but after some investigation Harry saw that there was more than enough evidence against the upper echelons of the Ministry. One paper caught his attention in particular. It was a letter to Dumbledore from Riddle.

Albus,
We have an opportunity that rarely presents itself. If we can rid ourselves of certain powerful families that are causing us problems we may be able to bring enough power under our control to pass the legislation we need to fulfill our desires for the Wizarding World. I have caught wind from the Ministry that the Potter will was updated a month ago. In this document he passed the control of the family through his two sons: Gerald, and Harry. I suggest we pass through the measure we discussed earlier this week. If we are successful, we only have to manipulate a circumstance in which they fall.

As for the Longbottom family, they are in a similar situation, but they do not carry as much power as the Potter’s. It is clear to me which family will benefit us most.


With Deepest Admiration,
Tom

Harry called Cessa over to read the note. After she was through he asked, “What they are talking about?”

Cessa thought for a second then sighed, “Yes, there was a measure passed about two months ago that gave the Ministry the power to divide a family’s seats on the Wizengamot if the Head of a house and all his descendants died to all the other families.”

“Ok, that gives motive.” Harry conceded. He dropped his voice and sighed quietly, “I was really hoping we wouldn’t find anything on the old man.”

“But?” Cessa asked as she moved her head downward to stare into his eyes.

“He has to be destroyed. There’s no doubt about it.” Harry announced. “Let’s just find any other documents.”

Anne found a rough draft of the Ministry decree Cessa discussed in Albus’ handwriting. However, the biggest coup came when Gale found a missive from Tom outlining ways to manipulate France into a war. Harry smiled as he realized he was getting closer. All he had left was to find the Malfoy memories that would tie it all together. He locked himself in his study for the rest of the night and dedicated himself to sifting through the former Head of Malfoy manor’s memories. It was a treasure trove of evidence tying the heads of Magical Britain to a movement to rid itself of the ties to Muggle Britain. In one discussion Tom reveals that he was using Dumbledore until he could conquer and enslave the muggles. In the final memory Tom and Lucius were actually laughing that the Muggles were fighting for the very people who would put them into slavery.


It was the next to last day before he was to leave for another dimension when Dumbledore was manipulated by Harry to call the Wizengamot for a meeting. He held a near majority of the ruling body of the Wizarding World and he knew that all he had to do was put the evidence forward and wait for the piranhas to devour their own. Dumbledore walked to the podium and called, “Order Please!” the crowd calmed down and listened. “We have all been called here today by the new leader of the Potter Manor. He wants to introduce himself, and has volunteered to take questions from the Wizengamot body to judge his value and for all of you to see that he is a responsible and proper leader of his Clan.” Albus nodded to Harry who took the floor.

Harry took a black velvet bag from under his robe and laid it upon the table. “Good evening.” he let the greeting wash over the audience before continuing, “Many of you have sent your congratulations on my recent good luck in defeating the French, earning the Order of Merlin, and becoming the Head of my Clan.” He walked to the other edge of the table and continued, “Some of you have even offered me your daughters in marriage and whether or not I married your beloved daughters I want you to realize I weighed each offer with deliberation and sincerity. However, I must admit that it overwhelms me.”

“It overwhelms me that so many people would trust me with the future of your families to give me access to your most beloved possessions: your own family. It overwhelms me and stuns me to the point I am humbled. Thank you all for your support.” Harry looked each member in their eyes and then “It also overwhelms me that I now am the leader of such a powerful clan. I swear an oath before all of you that I will act in the best interests of my family, my country, and my God. It overwhelms me that you would congratulate for earning an award you as a people gave me. It also overwhelms me that you would congratulate me for defeating the French, however, I must admit that it was not luck that I won, or that I was in that situation.”

“It was only through skill and quick wit that I managed to ally myself with the Veela Nation that was so influential in aiding our efforts to bring down the French Council. It is skill and wit that I will bring to keeping peace in our world, as well as maintaining peace with our muggle relations,” he looked pointedly to Albus who flinched slightly. “Much like my father before me.” He turned back to the audience, “And much like my father I will fight and expose treachery and deceit where it lies!” He thundered.

Moving to the bag he opened the red tie and pulled out Lucius’ memories, the notes that Dumbledore tried to destroy, and Tonk’s testimony. “It was not random chance that put my father, my brother, and me in the path of the most dangerous part of the French struggle. It was deceit at the highest levels that did that. Here is the evidence.” He turned to Albus and ordered, “As the majority Governor over Hogwarts, I am asking you to step down from your position as Headmaster until these charges are ruled upon.” He turned back to the audience and charged, “I would now like to put before you the call to remove Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle from any position of power they currently have. I would also like to petition their removal from society and placement in Azkaban until the Dementors have their fill with their souls.” the hordes of wizards and witches were dumbstruck as Harry walked to his seat. Before he sat down he motioned with his hands as if encouraging them to speak, “Go ahead investigate my evidence, discuss, then we will hold our vote.” They gathered their wits about them and Harry watched them descend upon the evidence like vultures over rotted meat.

Albus Dumbledore simply slid back into his seat and looked upon the procession with a mixture of remorse and disgust. It took hours but in the end it was unanimous that the men were to be imprisoned as traitors, and given the Dementor’s Kiss for their actions. As Dumbledore was led out Harry smiled in appreciation of his diplomatic maneuvering that avenged his father and brought honor to his family. That night the victorious Harry conquered many of his wives before he fell asleep. He awoke the next morning to the burning emblem above his chest. He kissed the brown hair of a sleeping Hermione, and the red head of Ginny before he gazed upon the naked and beautiful bodies of Narcissa and Cleandra. Smiling, he did not know how any other reality would be as eventful as this. The charm grew hot and he was hurtled into the free fall he now expected.