The next morning the Daily Prophet showed the bonding ceremony of Heir Black to Heir Lovegood with a consort contract. It again had the bonding ritual on the front page with all three bare, showing the golden glow of the soul-bonded pair, and full-body silver with Lovegood. A true Triad, with a soul-bond of an ArcMagus and a Magus, plus a SEER! No one had seen anything like this in living memory! It also had pictures of the Oath taking with the wording. Lovegood's seer ability was obviously locked down, and would not be available for anyone else other than the future Lord Black. There were quotes from the extended family including the Longbottom, Bones, Abbott, Diggory, and Greengrass. Everyone wished them well, and were looking forward to seeing the Triad at Heir Black's OM1 ceremony during the Ministry Ball.
The day before the Ministry ball, Harry, Hermione, and Luna spent the evening at the Grangers. As typical with Hermione's parents, the conversation got to the point very quickly. As soon as Juliet sat them down on the couch with some tea, "All right, you three. No one else is here. No children are present. No offence to you Luna, but Hermione, what would cause you to share your man?"
Hermione sighed, "Unfortunately, many things. The biggest piece of the puzzle will make herself known at the new year. Lyra Black will be the Countess Black. It is arranged. She is a Magus, our age, who was raised to be the head of the family. She stepped aside when Harry made himself known and showed himself to be the superior candidate. However, she only partially stepped aside as she will be his countess and the mother of the next Earl after Harry. We have not met her, but we hear she is brilliant, drop dead gorgeous, disciplined, and so loyal to family she is giving herself to Harry, period. She evidently knows about me, and understands Harry and I have a love match, so will not interfere in that."
Hermione looked in her mother's eyes, "She doesn't expect love from Harry, but does demand respect, curtesy, and love for her children. In short, I cannot fault anything I have heard about her, in any way. If I want Harry, I will have to tolerate her in Harry's life, and occasionally in his bed. Knowing this, I was given the chance to add Luna to the mix. Now I am sure you want to ask, why would I make a complex and likely bad situation potentially worse? Well, I had no intension of doing so. However, Luna in a curiously overt (she said she was doing it from day one) seduction of me, won my friendship, then my admiration, later my trust, and I do believe she is gaining my Love. Luna told me I had a chance to remain the primary wife, but only if I was already first with another secondary, forcing Lyra to become a secondary too."
Stephen was still angry, and didn't really believing the story. He looked at Harry, "So this isn't about you finding another pussy to keep your dick wet?"
Harry snorted, and seeing the expression on Stephen, held his hands up in supplication. "Forgive me, but I used a similar turn of phrase, about my brother and a witch. It was one of the reasons I was so thoroughly paddled, by Mum. To answer your question, NO! I have little to do with this, other than being Luna's 'guardian' this year and having to strap her numerous times to correct her behavior."
Seeing the disapproval on Stevens face, he continued, "It's complicated, but again, I am doing what was requested of me by Luna and Hermione. I have told numerous girls at school, I can sex them and enjoy it, but as soon as I climax, I will leave. There will be no point in my staying as I will have zero emotional attachment to them. All the girls know, the only way to get an emotional attachment with me is if Hermione brings them to our bed and we both enjoy the girl. It is surprising how many girls are willing to take this route…starting with Luna."
Juliet turned to Luna, "And why would you willingly become their concubine?"
Luna smiled at the term concubine, which was accurate…somewhat. "I am a SEER, like the Oracle at Delphi in muggle terms. I was in danger of being locked in a room, forced to see what my captors wanted, raped repeatedly, and bred to try to make more seers, but never let out of the room until the day I died. This was my future…unless I could get Harry to take me. I gambled on his protective instincts and had him become my guardian and instructor in controlling my site. There was a possibility I could hide the sight if I learned to control it. Unfortunately, Harry while not sadistic, is thorough and uncompromising. He was regularly strapping me for the smallest use of my site as I requested…and it really really hurt."
With a shudder and a fearful glance at Harry, she continued "Eventually I was able to convince his primary wife to take me on as a secondary wife, so I would be owned by Harry and others would have no use of my sight without Harry's permission, thereby saving me from that fate."
Juliet was not satisfied, "But you are still a slave! To be used by Harry and satisfy his whims."
Luna smiled in apology, "Even if that was true, it would be a slave to one wizard, instead of a whole group who would all use me as they wished. In our world, a husband can use his wife whenever he wants. If she baulks, he is expected to 'convince' her to at least pretend she actually wants it. Wives are strapped for punishment as well as pleasure at their husband's whim. The main silver-lining, is nearly all wizards are not cruel and will only demand sex when making a baby in ritual. Don't forget, for that ritual to work, the witch must climax with the wizard. Not something she can easily do if she is abused and afraid of her wizard."
"It is understood both wizards and witches can seek love matches outside the marriage for entertainment, so long as you are discrete and don't make babies. Harry is demanding and vicious when required, but doesn't actually enjoy causing pain. Harry gets much more enjoyment from making his witch scream and moan in climax, than making her scream and whimper in pain. In fact, little is a bigger turn-off for him then making his witch fear him. I should know. We were heavily into the punishments for my site, and I started really fearing Harry as he had soundly strapped me raw many times that week. When Harry saw my terror, he threatened to quit. I remember him saying, 'I can't do this moonchild, I can't make you fear me.' I had to beg him to continue and convince him I feared his strap, and not him. It was a near thing. I could hardly pick a better wizard to father my babies, and am ecstatic at how things turned out."
Luna then turned to Hermione, "I knew if I wanted Harry's protection, I needed Hermione's love. Fortunately, I now love and am loved by Hermione. I understand your concerns and you come from a world where the man and woman are somewhat equal in a relationship with one of each. Our world is similar to the nobility of your world, the ruler often has hidden women on the side and his wife looks the other way to keep her gilded cage intact. In our world it is overt. No hiding. Magical oaths cannot be broken without grave consequences, therefore we all know what we are getting into. I am not going to lie and say all witches are cherished and treated fairly by their wizards, as that is no more true in our world, than women are not occasionally forced and abused in yours."
"Harry is special in so many ways. He will eventually love all three of us very much and we will come to love and cherish each other just as much. There will be nights where each of us is alone with our wizard, and nights where the three of us use him to exhaustion while pleasuring each other. Harry will treat all his children with love and cherish them equally. All of our children will call you Granny and Pop, and love you very much. Get used to it, as there will be many of them. Don't think this is some token gift. All our children are to be comfortable in both worlds. It will be on you to help teach that."
Juliet said, "You SEE this?" Luna nodded. "Is this because he is Arthur, returned?"
Harry shook his head, "I don't know. I do know the Potters are the primary descendants of Gryffindor. Gryffindor shares the colors and heraldry of Pendragon, and Arthur never seemed to have a problem with it. Current belief is when Merlin got Uther into that castle to bed Igraine, he also took every other noble-born witch of breeding age. It would have been 'appropriate' in that time, and fit his personality. The Gryffindor line is likely from a child born of one of his other companions that night. So, through the Potter line, Arthur was an uncle as I am of Uther, but not him."
Luna then looked at Harry apologetically, "Um, Lily Evans is of the squib line directly from Arthur. By cleaving herself onto the Potter line, the blood is now strong enough to activate the Avalon family magics. You will be Duke Pendragon of Avalon, and rule magical Britain. It's why you now wield Excalibur."
Stephen still unsure, "Do you really wield Excalibur? That isn't some PR stunt?"
Harry looked at him and released his magic. It washed over the house as his eyes glowed almost white. Even Stephen and Juliet could feel the raw POWER in the air. He them held up his hand, and Caledfwich appeared with a CRACK! Harry brought the blade down as he didn't want to burn the ceiling and held it parallel to the ground before igniting the blade, but only slightly.
Stephen looked at the fires licking along the blade with the glowing runes and realized he was seeing something which should not exist…like the living embodiment of Pendragon. Harry said, "Excalibur is the legend. The real blade is Caledfwich, the Answerer. Sword of the lake. A goblin wrought blade, then enchanted by the high elves before they left this world. The blade is much older than Arthur. Since the High Elves left many thousands of years ago, Caledfwich must be many millennia old also." Harry then quieted the blade. "Be careful, the blade is now poisonous with Basilisk venom. There is no cure."
Harry held it out so Juliet and Stephen could look at it. They did with wonder in their eyes. Harry stepped back and released the blade. It faded away with flickering motes of light and was gone.
Stephen shook himself after watching the blade vanish, "Your plans?"
"I am pretending it isn't an issue as long as I can. I hope to finish my education before I present myself to her majesty the queen and rule Avalon in her stead. It's the reason I am reminding everyone I am to be Duke and not King. I don't want to revolt from the muggle world, but merge with them. At least in secret as the governments are aware. It is another reason we followed Luna's lead at making Hermione primary wife. She will be the Duchess Pendragon elevated from the Potter and Gryffindor line when this is done."
Stephen couldn't help but grin, "Duchess?"
Hermione embarrassingly replied, "Well yeah. It's a reason I am concentrating on my learning so much. I do not fear for myself, but we will require strict discipline and extensive training for the children in our house, as others will try to manipulate and weaken them. I fear our hair brushes and straps will be well used…especially if our children follow our lead."
Juliet shook her head, "I saw Harry's bottom, and how he ignored it. How can your children match up to the…what did they call him? Ah yes, the Monster Killer, Duke Pendragon himself. That will be impossible. You will have to declare none of your children your direct heir, and watch them grow. Then pick the best one to follow. The one major weakness of dynastic ruling is the first child is so rarely fit to follow." Harry nodded at the wisdom of that suggestion.
Hermione said, "Are we fine now? I want to introduce my sister-wife to pizza." Hermione's eyes then lit up on remembering something, and turned to Harry. "Harry give them the modified balm."
She then turned back to Juliet, "Mum, this has the additive making it nonaddictive. You were absolutely correct and Master Snape complemented me on being the youngest apprentice to figure it out. Use it to your hearts content." Harry chucked the balm to Stephen with an 'I'm fucking some serious pussy' grin…which Stephen understood and returned. Harry then chucked another ointment to Stephen.
When Stephen caught it, and realized it was something different, he looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow.
Harry still grinning replied, "This is for honeymooner's syndrome. If you properly cane her this time," looking at Stephen with a warning glance, "when you rub the bruise balm into her arse, she will ride you until she is too sore to walk, much less sit comfortably."
Both Juliet and Stephen blushed and became obviously aroused. Harry continued, "When she is too sore to continue, lay her down, dip your finger in the vaginal inflammation ointment, and rub it into her vaginal tissues and vulva until the swelling goes away and she can shag comfortably again." Harry paused for effect, "It also works on a sore anus after a good buggering."
Juliet and Stephen looked at him blushing even more furiously. Harry just shrugged, "Professional healer here. In fact, that is my primary concern as my dream is to be a great healer, and I am unsure how I will do that as Duke."
Luna looked at Harry with wonder, "It will work out Harry, you will be our Duke part time, and the Guardian Healer of Britain all the time. A Guardian will actually make a terrifying and pragmatic ruler. Now what is pizza?" Juliet then made some calls and dinner was fun.
Once they retired for the night, Hermione fairly attacked Harry as she was desperately trying to forget and keep from hearing what was going on with her parents. Shortly after sending the three to Hermione's room they heard an argument from the living room.
Juliet was yelling, "God damnit! Green-light! Cane me until I scream, and beg you to stop…or so help me…" Evidently Stephen got the point because they then heard THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! and Juliet did scream, though she refused to beg him to stop eventually just breaking down and bawling her eyes out after a good 10 strokes from the cane. When Stephen stopped to put the balm on her, she moaned and shortly growled. There was the sound of lamps breaking and chairs falling with the definite sound of someone being thrown onto the dining room table. Someone was being taken hard.
Hermione made Harry go and check, being unable to unsee her parents doing the aggressive nasty, if that was the case. Harry went and glanced in the living room. He soon came back with a huge grin. Interestingly, it was Stephen lying on his back being taken hard. He was on the kitchen table with Juliet riding him hard enough to break his dick if she slipped…not that Stephen looked like he was doing much complaining. The balm was definitely being used properly this time.
Despite her parents making Hermione work to ignore the fact they were probably having better sex than she was, Hermione was having fun making out with a girl in her bedroom while her wizard watched. It was even more deliciously naughty, than just sexing her boyfriend. Harry enjoyed watching Hermione eat Luna, until she was shaking her rump in his direction, with a very wet and swollen pussy. A very obvious invitation Harry had no intention of ignoring.
After making sure Hermione was as wet as she looked, Harry thrust to the hilt. Hermione squeaked and groaned at being suddenly stretched and filled. Harry waited a moment for her to relax after tensing up at the sudden invasion, before he started to move slowly. It wasn't long before Harry was pounding Hermione forcefully and deeply. No where near as out of control as Juliet, but he was definitely thrusting hard and quick. Soon Hermione was unable to think straight and was no longer doing a good job eating Luna. Luna whined "Aww, I almost came! Now she has to start over!" Needless to say, it was a fun night for everyone.
The next day everyone went back to the Tonks to get ready for the Ministry Ball. Harry was the guest of honor as he was getting his OM1 during the opening comments and speeches. He was wearing his Lord Black Magus War Plate. All his family was present, including the Grangers as the parents of his betrothed. They were in wizard robes to fit in. Andromeda Tonks had arranged with Gus and Wini, to make sure each Earl had their own table, but near each other. Obviously, the Grangers were at the Black table.
The entire group, all entered to applause and went to their own tables. Harry obviously drew gasps in his Magus War Plate. Many had heard of such things, but it takes training and discipline to wear such armor…and marked him as, at least, a partly-trained War Magus. Really, no one had worn such armor since the battles with Grindelwald. Gus became teary eyed when she saw it. Such powerful memories of her passed Lord, one of three War Magus with Arcturus and Charlus. She only hoped her grandson Neville would grow into such things, and with his brother already there, it was definitely possible.
Harry had Hermione, and Luna on his arms with them resplendent in beautiful gowned robes. The two Grangers followed behind Theodore and Andromeda Tonks. Behind them came Nym and Master Snape (Lord Black had begged off). Finally came Chastity, Emily, and Sophia to finish off the Black table.
The Longbottom table had Gus, Neville, Hanna, the Abbots with Hanna's two brothers, Susan and Amelia Bones, Cedric, Darla and the Diggorys. The Greengrass table had the Greengrass, Daphna, Astoria, and 9 of his primary Baron family.
Soon the ceremony began. Minister Fudge rose and went to the podium. Once everyone quieted, "Our guest of honor requires little introduction, as we all recognize him as someone special. Here was a boy who survived Dark Lord Riddle's attempt to kill him as a one-year-old. In the process Riddle was driven away, no one knows where. Unfortunately, while we all celebrated the end to an insurrection; thanks to the actions of Master Dumbledore, Heir Potter was left to be tortured, starved, reviled, and enslaved his whole childhood. No one knows why that was done, but fortunately for wizarding Britain, what would have destroyed a lesser wizard, made Hadrian into an unstoppable force."
"On entering Hogwarts, Hadrian soon showed himself to be exceptional, and a Potter through and through. Why would I say that? The Potter Foible had already picked out his love by the time he had arrived at the castle. A First-Gen witch who proved herself to be as intelligent, loyal, and fierce as any Potter witch picked by the Foible since time immemorial. Soon Hadrian was put to the test and forced to kill a Troll in defense of his witch. He did this his first month knowing little about magic, just using an iron intent and the raw power of a burgeoning Magus. Why would he do this? Because his witch was in danger, and no Potter stands still for that! Hadrian was punished thoroughly for risking himself and forcefully told the professors he would do it again if necessary as he would never fail to defend his best friend! Harry and his witch finished the year at the top of their class…and none were close to them. His excerpts where so impressive Lord Black had named him Heir Black! The year continued, and Hadrian wasted no time, arranging to be betrothed to his witch by summer's end. A soul-bond! Legend, the first among many."
"The second year saw these two become the first ever Potion Apprentices under Master Snape to earn their position in second year, and I have recently heard they have both made intermediate apprentice again in record time." Harry and Hermione looked at Master Snape who with a grin nodded to the two of them. "This year was also fairly eventful with the attacks on the students, especially when no one could figure out what was happening. Then tragedy struck. His betrothed was taken down into the chamber of secrets by a poor student possessed by Dark Lord Riddle. Harry did what any Potter or Black would do, he attacked. Harry quickly found out how to get into the chamber and fought the Basilisk that threatened the school. Now how can a student kill a Basilisk? The truth is they can't…unless they are the living personification of Pendragon and win the allegiance of Excalibur! Harry then used the legendary sword to kill the Basilisk and with the help of his betrothed destroy the shade of Riddle! In doing this Harry has saved the entire school of students and certainly earned his Order of Merlin First Class!"
There was cheering and clapping at this point. Minister Fudge motioned for quiet and continued, "This would be the point where we would call him up…but just to show Heir Black is not a one trick pony, he has not been idle since then! Hadrian on returning to Hogwarts for his third year were attacked by Dementors on the train! It was an unforgivable mistake, and I can tell you the responsible parties have been dealt with, but we still had three dementors attack children on the train. What did our hero do? He used Excalibur to kill them! Then during the year, he killed countless more as they threatened the students time and time again. However, I have come to know Hadrian doesn't want to just fight, despite the name given to him by his fellow students, Monster Killer. He wants to help wizards and witches. While furiously training in combat and potions, Hadrian has also tirelessly trained as a healer, and like everything else he does, he didn't go slow. As only a third-year student of Hogwarts, Hadrian is already an Oathed Journeyman Healer, and well along on his goal to become a world-renowned healer someday! Good witches and wizards of Britain, I give you Heir Hadrian James Potter Black!"
Harry was kissed by Hermione and Luna before he rose, and walked to the podium. Harry, in his Black Lord Magus War Plate, made his glowing green eyes all the more striking. Harry went up and the minister placed the medal around Harry's neck. Harry then cut himself and rubbed his blood on the medal while pushing his magic, thereby locking the medal to him forever. Once done, the medal glowed gold and the entire audience rose and cheered while clapping. Harry then stepped up to the podium and the crowd quieted.
Harry began, "I would like to thank the good Minister, the Ministry, the esteemed members of the Wizengamot for this prestigious award. This is one of the greatest moments of my life. This isn't a little thing, as I place it among the bonding rite with my two witches, the day the Black named me family and welcomed me into their home, the day I took my healer's oath, and the day Master Snape named me intermediate apprentice. I thank the Minister for his kind words noting my continued efforts to protect my fellow students, as an Oathed Guardian Healer, I intend to do so until my dying days."
"We all know Riddle is out there somewhere. I intend to have all of us good and true witches and wizards of Britain, work together to root out that Mud-blood filth and his sick followers until our country is clean and safe again. To that end, I continue to seek alliances with all like-minded wizards and witches who will not tolerate the hunting and murder of the old families and the Hecate's gift among us."
"Why my first-gen mother Lily Potter, who orchestrated Riddles casting out in my infancy, and my soul-bonded Hermione would be killed outright by that madman and his demented lemmings. Minister Fudge should be honored for his strong stance against the corruption of previous administrations. He freed my godfather from Azkaban where he was placed without a trial. He helped me to no longer have to stay with those horrid child-abusers Dumbledore placed me with, and he allowed my betrothed to be protected by the Longbottom until I pulled my finger out and betrothed her! Thank you."
As Harry walked back to his table, the Black, Longbottom, and Greengrass tables rose instantly and started clapping, soon joined by the rest of the room. Some of the darker factions were not pleased being called out, but they could hardly complain when the big three were unified.
Once back at his table, Harry transitioned to his lite Magus Battle Armor. Eating and dancing in War Plate, was doable, but not with much grace. Dinner went well, and Harry, Hermione, and Luna enjoyed the dancing. Harry was dancing with Juliet when a witch tried to trip her. Harry held Juliet to keep her from stumbling much, and released her when she had her footing again. He then turned and saw Umbridge, one of the individuals who were in charge of the dementors. He had heard she was demoted. How had she gotten here….Oh at the Nott table…figures. Harry looked at her and asked, "Do you have a problem miss?"
Umbridge said, "Yes! When a muggle can be at our most prestigious engagement, I have a problem. She has no business here! Your parents would be ashamed of you!"
Harry coldly replied, "I can't know that, as fools like you snuck into their house at night and killed them when I was but a baby. I would not be surprised to find you, are one of those fools who ignore Hecate's gift. One of those idiots who would see us remove all first-gen's, even if it meant the loss of our family magic. Well, in your case, you are barely above a squib already, so you likely want the rest of us weakened down to your level. Where is your brand? I hear Riddle branded all of his slaves like food animals. You know Pigs, Cows, death-eaters…food animals. Usually, your ilk wear masks and attack from behind like the cowards you are. Would you be brave enough to have a go, facing me directly?"
Umbridge unbelievably insulted and incensed, hearing the snickering nearby, yelled "Challenge accepted! First-blood! Here and now!"
Before anyone could try to stop the duel, Ted Tonks instructed his son, "Recall your War Plate, son. Remember your training, treat every enemy as a credible threat until completely neutralized." Hermione and Luna then came and stripped him of his cape and over tunic. Harry then turned to Umbridge and activated his War Plate, putting on his helm. Everyone gasped as the Lord Black Magus War Plate activated and the war wards powered up. Harry's eyes started glowing as the power draw pushed him while hundreds of runes started glowing on the plate and supporting Basilisk pieces. He then raised his arm and Excalibur appeared quickly ignited. Merlin! Harry looked a true Magus Knight from the Round Table itself!
Umbridge looking scared, "Excalibur…Armor? That isn't fair! Wands only!"
The entire Black family just laughed with Harry. Harry sneered, "There is no fair in war! There are only the winners and the dead! You are a fully trained witch. I am only a student, so you will have to deal with my eccentricities." There was snickering from the other students present.
Earl Greengrass turned to his snickering daughter and asked, "What's so funny?"
Daphne replied, "Harry teaches DADA to the Snape apprentices. Every apprentice studying under him has received an O on their end of year exams…including OWL and NEWTs! According to Aurors who regularly duel with him, Monster Killer rivals an Auror heavy-hitter now, and that was without being a War Magus!"
Upon Umbridge hearing that comment, her face drained of color, and she cast a cutting spell to cut her own leg. Before she could blink Harry had Excalibur at her throat, and she could feel the heat burning her neck. His eyes were cold, glowing emeralds, containing a fury which made it clear to her, do anything and her head would be immediately removed. She whimpered, and dropped her wand. Harry sliced it in two before it hit the ground. Harry then released Caledfwich, and it immediately faded away. He looked Delores in the eye, saw something which obviously offended him, and turned his back on her walking to his family. As he walked away, his armor transitioned back to the 'light' Magus Combat Armor and his ladies came with his cape and overtunic to get dressed again.
Minister Fudge came storming over and said, "My office tomorrow 9am. If you are late, I am assuming you resigned from the ministry. Go!" Umbridge, after picking up the pieces of her destroyed wand, slowly slinked away. She had lost nearly everything, even if she was still alive.
Harry returned to the ball and finished the dance with Juliet. While dancing, he quietly said, "Laugh like I just told the funniest joke in the world." Harry smiled while Juliet laughed loudly, lightly smacked Harry on the shoulder, and hugged him fondly. When the dance was done, she kissed Harry on the cheek and gave him a big hug. Harry then handed her off to Stephen and grabbed Hermione for another dance.
Hermione asked, "What did you say to mum?"
Harry replied, "A bit of theatre. If people see you acting like combat was no more important than getting the morning mail, it unnerves them. Your mother is rather Slytherin. Be careful being deceitful with her. She will see through it, so have a very good reason when she calls you out."