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Chapter 21
Sequel to Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret. Harry thought it was all over. His desire to settle in with his wives will not get fulfilled.
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Harry Potter and the Dark Lady
Chapter 21
Potter Castle
Duke’s Private Study
21 Nov 1996
10:12
Nym flounced into the study and flung herself into her favorite chair facing Harry’s desk. Harry looked up and smiled.
Nym made her little mocking face. “You won’t be able to do that much longer, mmhm mhmm mhmm.” She stuck her tongue out at Harry. “Mmmmm.”
Harry was laughing now despite his desperate attempt to hold it in.
Nym smiled at him. “I love you too, and yes I am ridiculous but it’s your fault, so mmmmhm.” Harry got the tongue again.
He left his writing and came around the desk and sat in the chair, wrapping Nym in his arms. She snuggled in. “Nym, when are we going to swear your nobles from central Europe?”
“Mine? How did the nasty things get to be mine?”
“Nym! They’re not nasty; and when you so easily wrapped August Wettin around your little finger, too.”
Nym grumbled a little, still snuggling into Harry. “We’ll judge and swear the nobles of central Europe on the twenty-first of December. You’ll be handfasted to our new mates after they’re judged and created by Elizabeth on the fourth of January—probably the fifth, but we have to wait for the Holy Thorn.”
“As you will, milady!”
Nym slapped him moderately hard in the chest. “Cheeky git!”
“Grouchy bint!” Harry leaned his head down and bit Nym gently on her neck.
The Mates braced and rolled their eyes. The Alphas were continuously on the horn. It was sometimes exasperating. Well no...but really they, could at least wait until they were all there.
Notwithstanding her mates’ wants, Nym groaned. “Grrrrmmm, Harry, wait! We have to talk first.”
“Grrrr. Okay, Nym, what about?”
“The schedule, Harry. So much is going on.”
“Huh? We have the Thursday birthdays; the training schedule is posted six weeks out. Everyone is working and training hard. I have my proposals planned and will easily be done by the fourth of January. The Nightmares and Centaurs are due, sure, but we’ll handle that. So what did I miss?”
“It must be genetic. Harry! The balls!”
“Oh, well the female NCOs and I have mine planned, but I can help you with the Boxing Day Ball.”
“Oh really? Why thank you, Your Grace. And the Regimental and Divisional Balls, Harry? The Tsarina’s Ball, military and civilian. And I may need to throw a ball for my central European nobles.”
Harry sighed. “Hermione?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Stop that and come help us schedule!”
Hermione smiled as she and the other Primaries faded into the Master’s study.
“Okay, so we know we have the handfastings on the fifth of January, which is a....”
“Sunday, Hermione.”
“Thank you, Hestia, a Sunday. The full moon is the twenty-third of January so we’re safe there. The twenty-sixth of December is Boxing Day, a Thursday. Then the Christmas Ball for the vassals on Tuesday the twenty-fourth but ending at 11 p.m. Then the Divisional Ball can be Monday the twenty-third. The Goblin Ball Sunday the twenty-second. The Veela Ball Saturday the twenty-first, after swearing Nym’s nobles at dawn. The Mage Ball Friday the twentieth. And a ball for Nym’s nobles on the nineteenth, a Thursday. The Academy is closing for the hols after Friday the thirteenth and will re-open on Monday the sixth of January. So that gives us the following schedule…oh, can’t forget the Russian Empire Ball on the eighteenth!” She continued reading from a long list she held.
Wards home after school Friday 13 December 1996
Russian Empire Ball 18 December 1996
Eastern European Nobility Ball 19 December 1996
1st Mage Regiment (U.S.) Ball 20 December 1996
Swear Eastern Europe 21 December 1996 followed by the Veela Regimental Ball
Goblin Ball 22 December 1996
Divisional Ball 23 December 1996
Vassal Ball 24 December 1996
Christmas Day 25 December 1996
Second Annual Boxing Day Ball 26 December 1996
Mates Judged and Created 4 January 1997
Handfasting 5 January (?) 1997
Wards back in school 6 January 1997
Harry frowned. “Add a Regimental party on Saturday the twenty-eighth, and what time is moonrise on the twenty-fourth?”
Hermione frowned and summoned her charts. Some discussion took place, and finally Susan said, “4:12 p.m., Harry.”
Harry nodded. “So do we move the Vassal Ball or do the werewolf mates go as Wargs?”
Ginny thought of something. “It would be awfully loud and smelly for the Wargs, Harry.”
Harry nodded. “Let’s move the Vassal Ball to, errrh, Sunday the twenty-ninth of December and it can be a rehearsal dinner with dancing.”
Daphne smirked. “I can hear the howls of protest now: seven ball gowns and a cocktail outfit.”
Harry grinned, and Daphne arched a brow at his nonchalance. “I was talking about your howls mostly, Harry. For you it will be 5500 odd sets of formal wear and oh, probably 790 sets of clothes suitable for parties—oh, and 391 or so bridal gowns and another 300 or so dresses and suits suitable for a wedding.”
Harry sat stunned as the girls giggled. Hestia finally took pity on her husband. “It won’t be that bad, Harry. The female wards are already working on theirs with Parvati and she and the elves are already fitting us. Errrh Madam Malkin and Natalie MacDonald have filed protest though.”
While Harry tried to wrap his head around the numbers, Hermione redid the schedule. “Okay—here, look at this!” She handed a parchment across Nym to Harry.
Wards home Friday 13 December 1996
Russian Empire Ball 18 December 1996
Eastern European Nobility Ball 19 December 1996
1st Mage Regiment Ball 20 December 1996
Swear Eastern Europe 21 December 1996 followed by the Veela Regimental Ball
Goblin Ball 22 December 1996
Divisional Ball 23 December 1996
Christmas Day 25 December 1996
Second Annual Boxing Day Ball 26 December 1996
Regimental Party (Cocktail) 28 December 1996
Vassal Ball 29 December 1996
Mates Judged and Created 4 January 1997
Handfasting 5 January (?) 1997
Wards back in school 6 January 1997
Nym nodded. “Thank you, Hermione, and this is fine. We need to talk to Agnes and some of the other wards and see if the kids have anything planned.”
“I will, Nym.” Eugenie nodded with her sister.
“Thank you, Beatrice.”
Susan thought of something she had been concerned about. “Harry, we need to freeze a section of the lake and ward it so the students can ice skate safely. If we don’t they’ll be out on the ice first freeze and someone will drown.”
Harry waved and a squawking Susan flew to him. She got a big kiss that stopped her protest. Ginny smiled. “Well, I guess he liked that idea.”
The Primaries and Nym chuckled. “Nym, where is Sarah again?”
“Opening a clinic, Harry. Fiona took her squad to cover her.”
Harry nodded and sat concentrating. The Primaries and Nym, being curious as to what he was working on, stayed and watched.
As they watched, Harry slowly morphed into a slightly masculine version of Xiomara Hooch. Nym was impressed. “That’s very good, Harry, but you look a little too boyish.”
Harry/Xiomara blushed. “I was hoping to, Nym.”
“Why, Harry?”
“Well, Xiomara and Julie love each other, Beatrice. I can force their magic to tolerate me somehow, but the best I would ever achieve with them is a mate-bond. I thought that I would morph to a male Xiomara for Julie and a kind of male Julie for Xiomara.”
The whole bond stopped in their tracks. Harry was very, very sweet—stupid, but sweet. Nym laughed. “Harry, just be you for them until you achieve some kind of bond. You might tell them you can change this way, but I doubt they’ll like you springing it on them.”
Harry just looked confused. “You sure, Nym?”
“Yes, Harry.”
Harry looked disappointed but he shrugged and acquiesced. He was getting smarter and smarter that way.
Hestia looked around from the oversized chair where she and Ginny were curled together. “As pleasant as this is, we do have work and the party this afternoon at the Potter’s Field.”
Harry kissed his mates and gave them a little mental caress that sent them back to whatever they were working on with little Mona Lisa smiles.
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Hogwarts
Third Floor, Transfiguration Department
21 Nov 96
11:30
“Padma, concentrate! This transformation is totally self-directed.”
Padma sighed; she had eagerly agreed to help Minerva with the transformation to what resembled a male, but this was devilishly hard. Even with access to Minerva’s mind. Wait—that was it! “Minerva, change me!”
Minerva frowned but raised her wand.
“No, no Minerva—go inside my mind and change me from in there. I’ll be able to see how you do it.”
Minerva beamed at her. “A true Ravenclaw. That’s brilliant, Padma.”
Padma smiled brightly and conjured a bean bag. Her smile turned lascivious. “Come over here and let’s find out what Harry likes so much.”
“Padma!”
“Hehehe.”
“PADMA PATIL POTTER!”
Minerva had made the mistake of stepping over to the bean bag and Padma dragged her down like a gazelle. Padma ignored Minerva’s protest and went exploring. Minerva used that iron will of hers and the close physical contact to get inside Padma’s head and force the change.
Padma paused for a moment as her various parts grew or shrank, and then as she got used to it she helped Minerva by following what she was doing and holding the change. It suddenly occurred to her that she had managed to get Minerva’s robe and dress open and her corset unlaced. Padma smirked and Vanished Minerva’s panties and used her version of Harry to their mutual satisfaction. She, like Minerva, lost the change when her orgasm overtook her.
Minerva smirked. Ahh, the passion of youth.
Padma opened one eye. “Let’s see you hold the change through one of those, then.”
Minerva managed it, just. Her mates and Harry rewarded her with congratulations in the bond and a shatteringly intense mental session with Harry as she lay holding a smiling Padma.
“Still mine then, Min?”
“Always, Harry.”
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Godric’s Hollow
Potter’s Field
21 Nov 96
12:55
“I had high hopes for the Duke, Hagrid. I mean, he went right to lighting those Death Eaters afire, but these children are still allowed to run wild.”
Hagrid looked at Argus Filch. “Argus, you’ve got to relax, man! None of these kids are running wild. Sure, they prank some and sometimes things get broken, but they’re good kids. I think the Duke may be better than Dumbledore.”
Argus did a classic spit-take. “From you, Hagrid? Why, you’ve worshipped the ground Dumbledore walked on for all these years!”
“And you know why, Argus—he took me in when no one else would. But it never even occurred to the Duke I was different. He sees us all as the same, and until you prove different he trusts you to act as you should.”
Argus smiled grimly. “And he knows how to punish those who break that trust.”
Charles Lombard injected from the next table, “The Duke is a good and evenhanded lord. Trust me, I’ve seen the difference.”
Hagrid nodded to him and Argus raised his glass in salute.
Argus studied Hagrid for a moment and then asked, “Hagrid, you’re about the only one who sees Dumbledore. How is he really?”
Hagrid was saddened. “It goes hard for him, Argus.”
Everyone in the room had paused to listen. “It’s the dementia, sure. He hardly even knows me, most days, poor old thing.”
SSG Lesley Woodman changed the subject. “Did you hear they got that other Chinese wizard out of the wards of the Ossuary?”
Argus grinned. “Yeah, Molly Weasley....”
“Lady Weasley!”
Argus rolled an eye at Charles. “Lady Weasley worked with Duchess Amelia Bones and it released him to her with that neck band.”
Lesley nodded. “He’s in basic training now, full slave. Good wizard, though, from what I hear.”
Hagrid was looking at Sally Ann Cromwell. Charles bristled when he noticed where Hagrid was looking. “That’s a Lieutenant Colonel of the Regiment you’re staring at, Hagrid!”
Hagrid never flinched; he was looking at the embroidered St. Edward’s crown and Order of the Thistle Star on Sally Ann’s left breast. “So that’s what that is. Thanks, Charles, I was about to tell her she had a spot on her, errr, blouse? Top?”
Charles laughed. “Bustier, Hagrid. Maybe that is a bad place for their rank to go, though.”
Hagrid shook his head while saying, “Yes, could be.” The others laughed uproariously.
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Royal Academy
Uni Freshman Common
21 Nov 96
17:40
“Alicia, what are you doing? We have to go and get ready! It’s the birthday party tonight.”
“Damn! I forgot. I’ve got to finish this, George. Give me a minute.”
George nodded and settled back. It had been a busy week. All those meetings with Narcissa and Tracey, finding out that they could prank hard in retaliation for pranks played on them. Alicia and Angelina had laughed for two days over him and George being changed to little purple gnomes. They had had to eat some serious crow to get Tracey to change them back. Yes, making that decision to not prank Harry’s bonded had been a very good idea.
Ron hadn’t been very much fun this week either. He was so serious any more. Plus where had he developed that right hook? Fred’s eye was still spectacular. Of course that prank going wrong and Vanishing Lavender’s underwear was a little unexpected, but they’d pulled off that spell a hundred times.
Narcissa and Tracey were always talking to Alicia and Angelina, and Mr Zonko was in negotiations for product. Alicia and Angelina, under Narcissa and Tracey’s tutelage, were apparently working him over hard. They so far had an agreement for his factories to produce the products in return for his purchases being at a reduced rate—however, a rate that would keep him a Knut or two per unit higher than WWW. Also they were looking at a Shop in Diagon Alley. Maybe this school thing wouldn’t be so bad.
“Like what you think about it matters any more. Ginny said Harry will save Angelina and I anyway.”
“Alicia, you know that’s not fair. Fred and I just didn’t think it through.”
“Just keep not thinking about us first and see what happens to you and your precious Fred, George Weasley!”
“Alicia, sweetheart....”
“Hmmmph.”
George was smart enough to shut up at that point and turned his thoughts to these mortar things. Charmed glass spheres could hold the activated spells, like a Remembrall, but how to keep the glass from shattering when the incremental charges went off and the projectile was accelerated at up to ten thousand Gs, that was the question.
“George, let’s have a cup of tea in the suite and then get dressed. I’m finished here.”
George nodded absently. Tea, that finest of infusions. Infusions, canary crèmes, hmmm...some substances can carry magic and be unchanged by it...potions. Eureka!
A surprised Alicia was grabbed, pushed into a broom closet, and thanked within an inch of her life. She and George were very late to the birthday party. When they did arrive Alicia sat grinning stupidly while she was closely questioned (to no effect) by her friends; George ran to find Harry, Chu, and Hermione while towing Fred along behind him,—spell-carrying, glass-lined artillery projectiles having just been invented in his fertile, fiendish little brain.
After the magical artillery excitement had died down the younger wards took off on their bicycles through the Castle. Harry had developed a tradition of giving all the wards under the age of thirteen bicycles; over thirteen they got roller blades, fourteen- to sixteen-year-olds got a Vespa PX 200 EFL, and seventeen-year-olds got a massively charmed and technomancered Aston Martin DB7 convertible. This was in addition to broomsticks, Gobstones, and libraries of books plus wardrobes of clothes, piles of jewelry, and bottles of perfume from their mothers and siblings and forced driving lessons for the powered gifts from Da.
Agnes had rolled her eyes as this bounty descended on her. “Geeze Da, spoil us much?” She got a tight hug, a kiss, and a spin on the dance floor from her sixteen-year-old male parental figure for her trouble. It was very confusing. Worse yet was her being handed off to Phillip, Andrew, Sirius, Remus, and all the other male vassals like some kind of prize. She was finally allowed to sit again when Nym came and collected her and shooed the vassals away when she noticed Agnes’s feet hurting through her parental bond; all in all a spectacular evening and a great coming of age. Agnes was very smug about it all as she hobbled to the transport Arms to head back to her dorm.
Later, after the kids had gone to their rooms or been put to bed, Harry was slouched in a wingback in the public sitting room with eyes closed when a screaming pain tore into him and his eyes snapped open. He was to Sarah in two steps, and pouring that golden light into her belly through his hands before she could react to the pain.
Melissa, Jennifer, and Melinda popped in with drawn wands and were scanning Sarah before Andrew managed to sit up.
“Harry, what is it?”
Harry blushed ferociously and refused to speak. Melissa looked at him and sighed, then she turned to Andrew. “Sarah’s Warg is pregnant. Mr Wizard here just did the impossible and made it possible for her to carry to term even if she stays in her human form.”
Andrew rolling on the floor and pointing at Harry was not well received by Sarah. “Why, you pig! Get up and defend my honor!”
Andrew looked at Harry’s drained, white face and collapsed again. Elizabeth came back in with a furious Nym and the rest of the mothers and walked to the howling Andrew. “Andrew, get control of yourself! What is going on here?”
Not even Phillip would answer as they all had no idea how this was going to play. Andrew finally sat up, holding his sides, with tears running down his face. “Harry knocked Sarah up.” He collapsed again.
“Andrew! I beg your pardon?”
More howls followed Elizabeth’s outburst and she turned on Sarah. “Sarah, explain please!” Sarah, standing over Andrew by now, kicked him in the ribs fairly hard. “This great lump has something wrong with his brain.”
Elizabeth sighed. I have to talk to Harry; obviously too much alcohol at these parties. “Sarah, the pregnancy, dear?”
“Oh, sorry. My Warg is pregnant and it was getting too much for my human. Harry fixed it and now I can carry the pups to term. I’ll have to go back to Warg to deliver and nurse, though.”
Elizabeth blinked, setting Andrew off yet again and earning him another kick from Sarah and an “Andrew, really!” from his mother.
Andrew concentrated and Geoffrey appeared with a projecting Pensieve. Andrew pulled the memory of Harry’s horrified, joyous, mortified and then shocked face when he figured out Sarah’s Warg was pregnant and Andrew was sitting right there, and pushed play and repeat on the Pensieve.
Even Elizabeth had to chuckle. Harry looked mortified again.
Sirius scratched his head a moment. “Erm, Andrew, not trying to start anything but, erm, your wife is pregnant by another man.”
Andrew shook his head. “No, actually one of the Alpha female Wargs of the Potter Pack is pregnant and my wife is graciously acting as a surrogate for her. Even Harry hasn’t mastered immaculate conception yet. Apparently that’s a feat only available to the one entity.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Andrew. I could mmmmph mmbll MyM!”
Nym looked at Harry. “Shut up, Harry. Haven’t you ever heard ‘Quit while you’re ahead’?” She took her hand off his mouth.
“Yes Nym, sorry. I was just theorizing.”
Andrew toppled over again.
Elizabeth sat shaking her head. The bonded and Phillip distinctly heard, “Two of them! What did I do to deserve two of them?”
Chapter 21
Potter Castle
Duke’s Private Study
21 Nov 1996
10:12
Nym flounced into the study and flung herself into her favorite chair facing Harry’s desk. Harry looked up and smiled.
Nym made her little mocking face. “You won’t be able to do that much longer, mmhm mhmm mhmm.” She stuck her tongue out at Harry. “Mmmmm.”
Harry was laughing now despite his desperate attempt to hold it in.
Nym smiled at him. “I love you too, and yes I am ridiculous but it’s your fault, so mmmmhm.” Harry got the tongue again.
He left his writing and came around the desk and sat in the chair, wrapping Nym in his arms. She snuggled in. “Nym, when are we going to swear your nobles from central Europe?”
“Mine? How did the nasty things get to be mine?”
“Nym! They’re not nasty; and when you so easily wrapped August Wettin around your little finger, too.”
Nym grumbled a little, still snuggling into Harry. “We’ll judge and swear the nobles of central Europe on the twenty-first of December. You’ll be handfasted to our new mates after they’re judged and created by Elizabeth on the fourth of January—probably the fifth, but we have to wait for the Holy Thorn.”
“As you will, milady!”
Nym slapped him moderately hard in the chest. “Cheeky git!”
“Grouchy bint!” Harry leaned his head down and bit Nym gently on her neck.
The Mates braced and rolled their eyes. The Alphas were continuously on the horn. It was sometimes exasperating. Well no...but really they, could at least wait until they were all there.
Notwithstanding her mates’ wants, Nym groaned. “Grrrrmmm, Harry, wait! We have to talk first.”
“Grrrr. Okay, Nym, what about?”
“The schedule, Harry. So much is going on.”
“Huh? We have the Thursday birthdays; the training schedule is posted six weeks out. Everyone is working and training hard. I have my proposals planned and will easily be done by the fourth of January. The Nightmares and Centaurs are due, sure, but we’ll handle that. So what did I miss?”
“It must be genetic. Harry! The balls!”
“Oh, well the female NCOs and I have mine planned, but I can help you with the Boxing Day Ball.”
“Oh really? Why thank you, Your Grace. And the Regimental and Divisional Balls, Harry? The Tsarina’s Ball, military and civilian. And I may need to throw a ball for my central European nobles.”
Harry sighed. “Hermione?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Stop that and come help us schedule!”
Hermione smiled as she and the other Primaries faded into the Master’s study.
“Okay, so we know we have the handfastings on the fifth of January, which is a....”
“Sunday, Hermione.”
“Thank you, Hestia, a Sunday. The full moon is the twenty-third of January so we’re safe there. The twenty-sixth of December is Boxing Day, a Thursday. Then the Christmas Ball for the vassals on Tuesday the twenty-fourth but ending at 11 p.m. Then the Divisional Ball can be Monday the twenty-third. The Goblin Ball Sunday the twenty-second. The Veela Ball Saturday the twenty-first, after swearing Nym’s nobles at dawn. The Mage Ball Friday the twentieth. And a ball for Nym’s nobles on the nineteenth, a Thursday. The Academy is closing for the hols after Friday the thirteenth and will re-open on Monday the sixth of January. So that gives us the following schedule…oh, can’t forget the Russian Empire Ball on the eighteenth!” She continued reading from a long list she held.
Wards home after school Friday 13 December 1996
Russian Empire Ball 18 December 1996
Eastern European Nobility Ball 19 December 1996
1st Mage Regiment (U.S.) Ball 20 December 1996
Swear Eastern Europe 21 December 1996 followed by the Veela Regimental Ball
Goblin Ball 22 December 1996
Divisional Ball 23 December 1996
Vassal Ball 24 December 1996
Christmas Day 25 December 1996
Second Annual Boxing Day Ball 26 December 1996
Mates Judged and Created 4 January 1997
Handfasting 5 January (?) 1997
Wards back in school 6 January 1997
Harry frowned. “Add a Regimental party on Saturday the twenty-eighth, and what time is moonrise on the twenty-fourth?”
Hermione frowned and summoned her charts. Some discussion took place, and finally Susan said, “4:12 p.m., Harry.”
Harry nodded. “So do we move the Vassal Ball or do the werewolf mates go as Wargs?”
Ginny thought of something. “It would be awfully loud and smelly for the Wargs, Harry.”
Harry nodded. “Let’s move the Vassal Ball to, errrh, Sunday the twenty-ninth of December and it can be a rehearsal dinner with dancing.”
Daphne smirked. “I can hear the howls of protest now: seven ball gowns and a cocktail outfit.”
Harry grinned, and Daphne arched a brow at his nonchalance. “I was talking about your howls mostly, Harry. For you it will be 5500 odd sets of formal wear and oh, probably 790 sets of clothes suitable for parties—oh, and 391 or so bridal gowns and another 300 or so dresses and suits suitable for a wedding.”
Harry sat stunned as the girls giggled. Hestia finally took pity on her husband. “It won’t be that bad, Harry. The female wards are already working on theirs with Parvati and she and the elves are already fitting us. Errrh Madam Malkin and Natalie MacDonald have filed protest though.”
While Harry tried to wrap his head around the numbers, Hermione redid the schedule. “Okay—here, look at this!” She handed a parchment across Nym to Harry.
Wards home Friday 13 December 1996
Russian Empire Ball 18 December 1996
Eastern European Nobility Ball 19 December 1996
1st Mage Regiment Ball 20 December 1996
Swear Eastern Europe 21 December 1996 followed by the Veela Regimental Ball
Goblin Ball 22 December 1996
Divisional Ball 23 December 1996
Christmas Day 25 December 1996
Second Annual Boxing Day Ball 26 December 1996
Regimental Party (Cocktail) 28 December 1996
Vassal Ball 29 December 1996
Mates Judged and Created 4 January 1997
Handfasting 5 January (?) 1997
Wards back in school 6 January 1997
Nym nodded. “Thank you, Hermione, and this is fine. We need to talk to Agnes and some of the other wards and see if the kids have anything planned.”
“I will, Nym.” Eugenie nodded with her sister.
“Thank you, Beatrice.”
Susan thought of something she had been concerned about. “Harry, we need to freeze a section of the lake and ward it so the students can ice skate safely. If we don’t they’ll be out on the ice first freeze and someone will drown.”
Harry waved and a squawking Susan flew to him. She got a big kiss that stopped her protest. Ginny smiled. “Well, I guess he liked that idea.”
The Primaries and Nym chuckled. “Nym, where is Sarah again?”
“Opening a clinic, Harry. Fiona took her squad to cover her.”
Harry nodded and sat concentrating. The Primaries and Nym, being curious as to what he was working on, stayed and watched.
As they watched, Harry slowly morphed into a slightly masculine version of Xiomara Hooch. Nym was impressed. “That’s very good, Harry, but you look a little too boyish.”
Harry/Xiomara blushed. “I was hoping to, Nym.”
“Why, Harry?”
“Well, Xiomara and Julie love each other, Beatrice. I can force their magic to tolerate me somehow, but the best I would ever achieve with them is a mate-bond. I thought that I would morph to a male Xiomara for Julie and a kind of male Julie for Xiomara.”
The whole bond stopped in their tracks. Harry was very, very sweet—stupid, but sweet. Nym laughed. “Harry, just be you for them until you achieve some kind of bond. You might tell them you can change this way, but I doubt they’ll like you springing it on them.”
Harry just looked confused. “You sure, Nym?”
“Yes, Harry.”
Harry looked disappointed but he shrugged and acquiesced. He was getting smarter and smarter that way.
Hestia looked around from the oversized chair where she and Ginny were curled together. “As pleasant as this is, we do have work and the party this afternoon at the Potter’s Field.”
Harry kissed his mates and gave them a little mental caress that sent them back to whatever they were working on with little Mona Lisa smiles.
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Hogwarts
Third Floor, Transfiguration Department
21 Nov 96
11:30
“Padma, concentrate! This transformation is totally self-directed.”
Padma sighed; she had eagerly agreed to help Minerva with the transformation to what resembled a male, but this was devilishly hard. Even with access to Minerva’s mind. Wait—that was it! “Minerva, change me!”
Minerva frowned but raised her wand.
“No, no Minerva—go inside my mind and change me from in there. I’ll be able to see how you do it.”
Minerva beamed at her. “A true Ravenclaw. That’s brilliant, Padma.”
Padma smiled brightly and conjured a bean bag. Her smile turned lascivious. “Come over here and let’s find out what Harry likes so much.”
“Padma!”
“Hehehe.”
“PADMA PATIL POTTER!”
Minerva had made the mistake of stepping over to the bean bag and Padma dragged her down like a gazelle. Padma ignored Minerva’s protest and went exploring. Minerva used that iron will of hers and the close physical contact to get inside Padma’s head and force the change.
Padma paused for a moment as her various parts grew or shrank, and then as she got used to it she helped Minerva by following what she was doing and holding the change. It suddenly occurred to her that she had managed to get Minerva’s robe and dress open and her corset unlaced. Padma smirked and Vanished Minerva’s panties and used her version of Harry to their mutual satisfaction. She, like Minerva, lost the change when her orgasm overtook her.
Minerva smirked. Ahh, the passion of youth.
Padma opened one eye. “Let’s see you hold the change through one of those, then.”
Minerva managed it, just. Her mates and Harry rewarded her with congratulations in the bond and a shatteringly intense mental session with Harry as she lay holding a smiling Padma.
“Still mine then, Min?”
“Always, Harry.”
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Godric’s Hollow
Potter’s Field
21 Nov 96
12:55
“I had high hopes for the Duke, Hagrid. I mean, he went right to lighting those Death Eaters afire, but these children are still allowed to run wild.”
Hagrid looked at Argus Filch. “Argus, you’ve got to relax, man! None of these kids are running wild. Sure, they prank some and sometimes things get broken, but they’re good kids. I think the Duke may be better than Dumbledore.”
Argus did a classic spit-take. “From you, Hagrid? Why, you’ve worshipped the ground Dumbledore walked on for all these years!”
“And you know why, Argus—he took me in when no one else would. But it never even occurred to the Duke I was different. He sees us all as the same, and until you prove different he trusts you to act as you should.”
Argus smiled grimly. “And he knows how to punish those who break that trust.”
Charles Lombard injected from the next table, “The Duke is a good and evenhanded lord. Trust me, I’ve seen the difference.”
Hagrid nodded to him and Argus raised his glass in salute.
Argus studied Hagrid for a moment and then asked, “Hagrid, you’re about the only one who sees Dumbledore. How is he really?”
Hagrid was saddened. “It goes hard for him, Argus.”
Everyone in the room had paused to listen. “It’s the dementia, sure. He hardly even knows me, most days, poor old thing.”
SSG Lesley Woodman changed the subject. “Did you hear they got that other Chinese wizard out of the wards of the Ossuary?”
Argus grinned. “Yeah, Molly Weasley....”
“Lady Weasley!”
Argus rolled an eye at Charles. “Lady Weasley worked with Duchess Amelia Bones and it released him to her with that neck band.”
Lesley nodded. “He’s in basic training now, full slave. Good wizard, though, from what I hear.”
Hagrid was looking at Sally Ann Cromwell. Charles bristled when he noticed where Hagrid was looking. “That’s a Lieutenant Colonel of the Regiment you’re staring at, Hagrid!”
Hagrid never flinched; he was looking at the embroidered St. Edward’s crown and Order of the Thistle Star on Sally Ann’s left breast. “So that’s what that is. Thanks, Charles, I was about to tell her she had a spot on her, errr, blouse? Top?”
Charles laughed. “Bustier, Hagrid. Maybe that is a bad place for their rank to go, though.”
Hagrid shook his head while saying, “Yes, could be.” The others laughed uproariously.
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Royal Academy
Uni Freshman Common
21 Nov 96
17:40
“Alicia, what are you doing? We have to go and get ready! It’s the birthday party tonight.”
“Damn! I forgot. I’ve got to finish this, George. Give me a minute.”
George nodded and settled back. It had been a busy week. All those meetings with Narcissa and Tracey, finding out that they could prank hard in retaliation for pranks played on them. Alicia and Angelina had laughed for two days over him and George being changed to little purple gnomes. They had had to eat some serious crow to get Tracey to change them back. Yes, making that decision to not prank Harry’s bonded had been a very good idea.
Ron hadn’t been very much fun this week either. He was so serious any more. Plus where had he developed that right hook? Fred’s eye was still spectacular. Of course that prank going wrong and Vanishing Lavender’s underwear was a little unexpected, but they’d pulled off that spell a hundred times.
Narcissa and Tracey were always talking to Alicia and Angelina, and Mr Zonko was in negotiations for product. Alicia and Angelina, under Narcissa and Tracey’s tutelage, were apparently working him over hard. They so far had an agreement for his factories to produce the products in return for his purchases being at a reduced rate—however, a rate that would keep him a Knut or two per unit higher than WWW. Also they were looking at a Shop in Diagon Alley. Maybe this school thing wouldn’t be so bad.
“Like what you think about it matters any more. Ginny said Harry will save Angelina and I anyway.”
“Alicia, you know that’s not fair. Fred and I just didn’t think it through.”
“Just keep not thinking about us first and see what happens to you and your precious Fred, George Weasley!”
“Alicia, sweetheart....”
“Hmmmph.”
George was smart enough to shut up at that point and turned his thoughts to these mortar things. Charmed glass spheres could hold the activated spells, like a Remembrall, but how to keep the glass from shattering when the incremental charges went off and the projectile was accelerated at up to ten thousand Gs, that was the question.
“George, let’s have a cup of tea in the suite and then get dressed. I’m finished here.”
George nodded absently. Tea, that finest of infusions. Infusions, canary crèmes, hmmm...some substances can carry magic and be unchanged by it...potions. Eureka!
A surprised Alicia was grabbed, pushed into a broom closet, and thanked within an inch of her life. She and George were very late to the birthday party. When they did arrive Alicia sat grinning stupidly while she was closely questioned (to no effect) by her friends; George ran to find Harry, Chu, and Hermione while towing Fred along behind him,—spell-carrying, glass-lined artillery projectiles having just been invented in his fertile, fiendish little brain.
After the magical artillery excitement had died down the younger wards took off on their bicycles through the Castle. Harry had developed a tradition of giving all the wards under the age of thirteen bicycles; over thirteen they got roller blades, fourteen- to sixteen-year-olds got a Vespa PX 200 EFL, and seventeen-year-olds got a massively charmed and technomancered Aston Martin DB7 convertible. This was in addition to broomsticks, Gobstones, and libraries of books plus wardrobes of clothes, piles of jewelry, and bottles of perfume from their mothers and siblings and forced driving lessons for the powered gifts from Da.
Agnes had rolled her eyes as this bounty descended on her. “Geeze Da, spoil us much?” She got a tight hug, a kiss, and a spin on the dance floor from her sixteen-year-old male parental figure for her trouble. It was very confusing. Worse yet was her being handed off to Phillip, Andrew, Sirius, Remus, and all the other male vassals like some kind of prize. She was finally allowed to sit again when Nym came and collected her and shooed the vassals away when she noticed Agnes’s feet hurting through her parental bond; all in all a spectacular evening and a great coming of age. Agnes was very smug about it all as she hobbled to the transport Arms to head back to her dorm.
Later, after the kids had gone to their rooms or been put to bed, Harry was slouched in a wingback in the public sitting room with eyes closed when a screaming pain tore into him and his eyes snapped open. He was to Sarah in two steps, and pouring that golden light into her belly through his hands before she could react to the pain.
Melissa, Jennifer, and Melinda popped in with drawn wands and were scanning Sarah before Andrew managed to sit up.
“Harry, what is it?”
Harry blushed ferociously and refused to speak. Melissa looked at him and sighed, then she turned to Andrew. “Sarah’s Warg is pregnant. Mr Wizard here just did the impossible and made it possible for her to carry to term even if she stays in her human form.”
Andrew rolling on the floor and pointing at Harry was not well received by Sarah. “Why, you pig! Get up and defend my honor!”
Andrew looked at Harry’s drained, white face and collapsed again. Elizabeth came back in with a furious Nym and the rest of the mothers and walked to the howling Andrew. “Andrew, get control of yourself! What is going on here?”
Not even Phillip would answer as they all had no idea how this was going to play. Andrew finally sat up, holding his sides, with tears running down his face. “Harry knocked Sarah up.” He collapsed again.
“Andrew! I beg your pardon?”
More howls followed Elizabeth’s outburst and she turned on Sarah. “Sarah, explain please!” Sarah, standing over Andrew by now, kicked him in the ribs fairly hard. “This great lump has something wrong with his brain.”
Elizabeth sighed. I have to talk to Harry; obviously too much alcohol at these parties. “Sarah, the pregnancy, dear?”
“Oh, sorry. My Warg is pregnant and it was getting too much for my human. Harry fixed it and now I can carry the pups to term. I’ll have to go back to Warg to deliver and nurse, though.”
Elizabeth blinked, setting Andrew off yet again and earning him another kick from Sarah and an “Andrew, really!” from his mother.
Andrew concentrated and Geoffrey appeared with a projecting Pensieve. Andrew pulled the memory of Harry’s horrified, joyous, mortified and then shocked face when he figured out Sarah’s Warg was pregnant and Andrew was sitting right there, and pushed play and repeat on the Pensieve.
Even Elizabeth had to chuckle. Harry looked mortified again.
Sirius scratched his head a moment. “Erm, Andrew, not trying to start anything but, erm, your wife is pregnant by another man.”
Andrew shook his head. “No, actually one of the Alpha female Wargs of the Potter Pack is pregnant and my wife is graciously acting as a surrogate for her. Even Harry hasn’t mastered immaculate conception yet. Apparently that’s a feat only available to the one entity.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Andrew. I could mmmmph mmbll MyM!”
Nym looked at Harry. “Shut up, Harry. Haven’t you ever heard ‘Quit while you’re ahead’?” She took her hand off his mouth.
“Yes Nym, sorry. I was just theorizing.”
Andrew toppled over again.
Elizabeth sat shaking her head. The bonded and Phillip distinctly heard, “Two of them! What did I do to deserve two of them?”
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