Chapter 557 - Ch: 16-19

16 Virgins!

Draco straightened up and answered: "I am the leader of house Slytherin at Hogwarts, and a fighter to preserve our pure blood ways, My Lord."

"Wow! That is pretty impressive," I said, "How do you preserve those pureblood ways?"

Proudly, Draco started to explain: "First by uniting our house, then by putting the mudbloods and halfbloods in their place, we have teams that are constantly harassing the other houses, my Lord."

I looked curious at Lucius to see what he was thinking, that idiot was proud of those achievements? Narcissa however was embarrassed by that statement, so she is the brains of the family.

"So, young dragon, defender of the Pureblood way, how exactly are they harassing other houses? Give some details, you made me curious about what methods you are using." I asked, Narcissa paled, she saw the trap coming from miles away, Lucius… yep, he is starting to get worried.

Eager, Draco started to explain his strategies: "We teamed every year with a senior, that way we can easily overpower the opposition, every mudblood and half-blood from the lower years that walks in the corridor alone will get their possessions destroyed, girls from the fourth year and up will be used to have some fun, My Lord."

I sagely nodded: "That is a fine strategy, young Draco, tell me, do you know why there are so many paintings in the corridors and classrooms? No? Ask your mother about it. So your strategy is to wage war against the three other houses? Very cunning of you, so your sole ambition is to rule the school for seven years, and when you graduate you end up with a horde of enemies."

I looked at the death eaters that sat at my table, shook my head, and said: "I am so disappointed in the current generation and its parents, who's idea was it to use our strategy in school? No, not yours, you fools! It is Dumbledore's strategy! By allowing the purebloods to terrorize mudbloods and halfbloods he managed to isolate our cause by making them hate us from early on."

I stood up and started my bullshit: "We were almost there, weeks from seizing power before I fell into Dumbledore's trap. We were on the brink of success, and afterward, we could restore our ways, Samhain instead of Halloween, Yule instead of Christmas, rituals brought back from history where it was forbidden by foolish wizards that tried to appease the muggle religion at that time. We would bring back the Pure Magic to Britain!"

I raised a finger in the air and raised my voice: "That is why we were so brutal! That was why we fought so fiercely! We showed the might of our Families, the Power of Pureblood Magic! And after we seized power, we would teach them our ways. You all forgot what the Romans did to conquer the continent, they did not kill their enemies, they taught them their way of life and absorbed them into their empire!"

I spread my arms and asked: "What would we have won if we killed everyone that opposes us? What would young Draco win when he graduates? Who will remain at his side?"

I got their attention, now I have to get my biggest shovel to feed them my bullshit: "This war of ours is fought in school, my Death Eaters, and at the moment, Dumbledore was winning it. He allowed Snape to bully the other houses and didn't punish Slytherins if they abused others, in fact, he encouraged the abuse! What is the reputation of House Slytherin at the moment? Is it ambitious? Is it cunning? No, it is vile, criminals, rapers. All that Dumbledore needed to was endorse the muggle traditions, because his way is peaceful and just, so his way of life is the right one. And we fell for his trap!"

I glared at Draco and asked: "Draco Malfoy, how did you promote the pureblood way to the other students? How did you prove that our way is superior to the muggle way? Who did you win over to our cause? No, I better ask how many enemies did you make, or how many did you convince that the pureblood way is evil, or how many did you turned away from our cause."

I looked at my audience and continued: "That is what Dumbledore achieved with the help of Snape, he is winning this conflict by doing nothing! Harry Potter did more for our cause with one letter than every Slytherin in the last ten years together! I did what Dumbledore has been doing for all these years, I let his ally do the job for me, I just gave him the tools to do so. We now have enough leverage to fire him from the ICW and his Chief Warlock positions. For his replacement, endorse one of the most radical of our faction, but vote for the candidate of the Gray faction."

I concluded: "Harry Potter is off limits until Dumbledore is finished, I want all of your children that attend Hogwarts brought before me next week on Monday at noon. It appears they need a lesson in pureblood ways."

That will scare the crap out of those Death Eaters, my lessons usually include a lot of Crucios, yep, by the look on their faces they got the message. Monday at noon they will all be slobbering my toes.

Xxxxx

At the same time, Harry was reading my notes again.

Lord Potter,

Now that your letter has been published, Dumbledore will have to answer a lot of questions in the Wizengamot, no doubt that he will lose most of his jobs. Although he will furiously defend his headmaster job. Being a headmaster gives him power over the future generations.

Therefore I will ask you to be brave, and let the Daily Prophet publish your medical report. There is no shame in exposing the abuse you suffered by your relatives during the years Dumbledore forced you to live there.

Yes, he forced you and them to live together. Or did you think there were no other options available for them? They could easily hand you over to child care, they would put you in an orphanage or foster home, you could have been adopted by muggles.

His reasoning for hiding you in the muggle world? It was so that you wouldn't turn into a second Draco Malfoy, or that Death Eaters would want to foster you and turn you into… well, Me. Another reason he will claim is that my Death Eaters would hunt you down.

Yes, they would hunt you. But, who let them walk free? Who allowed them to bribe their way out of Azkaban? As Chief Warlock at that time, it was his duty to let justice prevail! If you read the newspapers from that time you will find out that they made an oath that they were put under an Imperio curse by Death Eaters, which is technically true, they practiced that curse on each other just so they can give that oath.

If you followed my first letter, you are in one of your homes and upgraded the wards from all your homes, my advice for you is to get your Godfather away from Dumbledore's influence and let him close his ancestral home from everyone.

Hire Dobby and Winky the house elves if you don't have elves, no, hire them anyway. They keep your secrets if they belong to your family. Dumbledore uses them and the paintings as spies in Hogwarts.

This is important Lord Potter, search your libraries for books on Occlumency and Legilimence. Those are the mind arts Dumbledore and Snape excel at, the first is to guard your thoughts and memories, the second is to enter another person's mind and read all thoughts and memories they can get, unnoticed.

That is why Dumbledore knows what is going on in Hogwarts, remember all the times he looked into your eyes when he asked you a question.

Hire a law firm to get your godfather a trial, and open a case against the Ministry for kidnapping the Heir Primary of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House, and torture him for thirteen years.

You must know that he is Lord Black when he claims his ring, and I urge you to let him claim it. It means power, combined with your Lordship, they can't mess with you any longer.

This is the hard part, Lord Potter, do some soul-searching and ask yourself why you only have two friends. Two opposites even, a lazy slob Pureblood, and a zealot for rules and knowledge muggle-born. This is Dumbledore's way of convincing you that purebloods are inferior to muggle-borns, sure, Granger is the smartest witch, but there are a lot of smart purebloods too. Stupid muggleborns are simply not invited to Hogwarts, there is a selection made of who is allowed to attend Hogwarts. What do you think happens with the rejected?

Don't ask Dumbledore, he will put the blame on the Purebloods, why do you think Binns is teaching History? Goblins are the perfect decoys to pull the attention away from the real History.

My point is that you are being isolated by your two so-called friends, make friends with the other Houses! Make connections with other Heirs! Even if you don't like politics, you need to acknowledge the importance of it, or you will be the toy in the hands of the ones in power.

Am I manipulating you? YES, I am! So are many others, Dumbledore is doing it by keeping you away from the wizarding world and your heritage, I am using you by letting you fight your battles because they help me win mine.

Who can you trust? Maybe your Godfather? Ask him why he never demanded a trial while he was in Azkaban? Why was he so fixated on hunting Pettigrew instead of taking care of you? Why didn't he write some letters to Madam Bones to demand a trial after he escaped?

Maybe you can trust McGonagall? The other teachers? The Ministry? Me? You should realize the world isn't black or white, Lord Potter, it has a lot of shades of gray, even more than fifty.

Be the sheep or the shepherd, or even the wolf, the choice is yours, Lord Potter. I am neither your friend nor your enemy.

I made myself who I am, I created my own legacy, I am Lord Voldemort!

Xxxxx

A few days later new headlines screamed bloody murder in the Papers,

The Crimes of Dumbledore are Piling Up!

Dear Readers!

Lord Harry Potter Owled us his medical report of the examination he took by Gringotts healers in the first week of July. This examination was certified by independent healers when the severity of the results showed.

To give the highlights, Lord Potter's Magic was bound for 75%! His parental block of 50% that should have been removed at age seven was never removed, more was added when Lord Potter entered Hogwarts so that he only could perform mediocre Magic.

It gets worse, dear readers, Lord Potter suffered years of malnourishment! Yes, our Hero was not living in a castle with friends and servants, no, he was put in a muggle home with people who hate and fear Magic!

We quote Lord Potter:

My Aunt didn't have a choice other than to take me in, they were forced by Dumbledore. My parents Will named several families as an option to raise me, more, they strictly forbade to place me with my aunt, knowing their view on Magic. Dumbledore was one of the witnesses of the Will, and yet he put me with my aunt and sealed the Will.

So I place all the responsibility of my abuse on Dumbledore.

Dear readers, we could not get a statement from the DMLE other than that the investigation is going on and can not be commented on.

Dumbledore could not be reached for his statement, neither from his staff.

We will do everything in our power to keep you informed.

Your loyal reporter

Mouth B. Labber.

The complete Medical report of Lord Potter is on pages 2 and 3.

The Laws on how to treat orphans on page 4

The list of Guardians according to the Potter's Will on page 6

The ramifications for Dumbledore on page 7

Xxxxx

Harry is doing my job perfectly! Dumbledore got sacked from his legal job, and put on probation at Hogwarts. The new Chief Warlock is Lord Greengrass, from the Gray faction, he won the election with the help of the dark side. The light faction didn't know who to turn to when Dumbledore's schemes were exposed and approved Lord Greengrass for the position.

Lord Greengrass was a supporter of the old traditions but didn't force his views onto others, the perfect middleman.

With a bit of maneuvering, I will have the gray action in my pocket, Harry will help me do it. Hah! I will fix him up with a set of wives! He got a nice selection to choose from in his year, two of them stand out, Greengrass and Bones, both pretty girls, and on the market for doing a double.

Yes, I am following the Fan fiction trope of wive and consort to keep the Houses separated… or at least I will try it. Now that he is rid of his libido suppressor potion, I'll bet he is rubbing wood every morning. Offering pussy will have him jump in with both of his feet. I have to write a letter.

Xxxxx

Harry opened his letter, he noticed the Snake-like S on the envelope, the same one that I marked on my notes, which made it clear it was from his enemy.

Lord Potter,

I congratulate you on your courage to expose the abuse in your childhood. With the right potions, all the defects will be corrected in a matter of months.

Now it is the moment to form alliances, your House used to have allies, too bad Dumbledore stole most of them from you. Might I suggest two families that are currently in positions of power? House Bones and House Greengrass, both have daughters in your year.

There is a chance in it for you too, both Houses have only daughters and are vulnerable to opportunists to seize their heritage. You can offer protection from it with an alliance between your houses, both Houses have their own alliances and bring them along. That will create a new power block in the Wizengamot. Don't forget that you are the next Lord Black in your negotiations.

Have fun, Lord Potter, ask your Godfather for advice, he will see the possibilities too.

Lord Voldemort.

Xxxxx

I bet when Sirius reads that letter, he will be the first to set him up with a bunch of girls, especially when I am helping him to get a trial, and Harry his Lordship.

The girls? They will jump to get him, the alternatives are worse for them, most want to get their paws on their fortune or merge their house.

The best part? Fuck, there isn't anything good in it for me! Why do I care if he gets pussy or not? I need to get pussy FFS!… first I need to be able to do something with a pussy. It is time to do some rituals.

Monday at noon, the students of my slave… servants gathered in my mansion, formally the Malfoy Mansion. Parkinson, Bulstrode, Carrows, to name a few girls, Nott, Goyle, Crabbe, and Malfoy for the boys.

After a half hour of kissing my feet, I started my speech, you know with the theme of the ones from history, glorifying ourselves, and putting the blame on someone that can't defend themselves. Our History is littered with them. The kids were sold by my propaganda, I could claim that white was the new black and still can get away with it.

"And, my future followers, I am in need of your help for my next ritual, I need seven virgin boys and seven virgin girls, all above fourteen years and under seventeen. Who is volunteering?"

17 Improving the important parts.

When nobody volunteered, I asked: "Nobody wants the honor to help in my ritual? Remember, this is me asking nicely… … …"

Pansy went down on her knees: "I would be honored to aid you in your ritual, my Lord, but I am unable to do so, I am not a virgin anymore. Please forgive me."

One by one the others fell to their knees claiming the same reason, I saw even some of the thirteen-year-old girls and two twelve-year-old boys go down on their knees.

"My my, and here I thought only the Muggles were losing their Morals," I mocked, "Who would have thought that Slytherins could stoop so low? Didn't your parents teach you the importance of virgin rituals? Didn't they teach you the gain in Magic Power you get when you do your wedding vows? You are willing to give that all up so you can hump each other like rabid dogs?"

My voice roared through the mansion: "Did you all forget my lessons about rituals you morons? Am I wasting my time here? Not only did you fools never search for me, you even discarded my teaching! You idiots cast off your ancestors' traditions and beliefs! Again I ask you! Am I wasting my time here?"

You know, every once in a while you need to let them feel who's the boss. Like animals, once you are weak or wounded, someone wants to take your place. Lucius thought he was the one to replace me, that is why he is hosting me, or rather I confiscated his lair, his crib, his base… and if I had a decent dick, I would have confiscated his wife. She is a fine piece of ass after all.

My rant lasted an hour, I described my slaves in the most colorful ways, I compared their intelligence with different animals, mostly insects, and amphibians. Then I named some animals their ancestors must have mated with to get this result in stupidity and ignorance. The ones that managed to frown at my words got a five-second Crucio on their ass.

I ended with: "Why do you think Dumbledore let Snape be the head of Slytherin house? Why do you think Snape let your children get away with everything, including rape and bloody murder? Are you Nobles fit to rule a nation, or are you mindless animals just one step away from Greyback's pack? Do I have to look for Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs to get some virgins or did your lot rape them too?"

That left a deadly silence behind, it had been a long time since someone raised his voice against them, and the occasional Crucio prevented them from answering my questions.

Draco topped it off: "Granger is still a virgin, my Lord, and I bet Potter is too."

That was the moment Narcissa realized she must have mistaken an albino monkey for Lucius when she was conceiving that boy. Her life took a turn for the worse from the moment she married that moron, and now her son is topping his father in stupidity. She cringed when I commented on Draco's statement.

"So, little Dragon, are you suggesting that I ask a Muggleborn and an enemy to aid me willingly in a ritual that will make me stronger? What a wonderful idea! I hope you are not a reflection of all the purebloods, if you are, then our case is lost."

"Leave me," I finally said, "I have to redesign my ritual to work without the virgin boosts, I suggest all of you open your family Grimoires and see why being a virgin is important. GO!"

That will win me a few weeks without them nagging at me for some action.

Xxxxx

A week later the news came out that The-Boy-Who-Lived became The-Boy-Who-Got-Betrothed. The dumbass followed my suggestions and got Daphne Greengrass and Susan Bones! Yep, they came with a package deal, including Tracey Davis and Hannah Abbot. Best of all, seven parents-in-law! Eight, if you count Sirius in the mix.

Rumors had it that Potter got shafted with the contracts, anything more than a chaste kiss would result in heavy penalties, looking sideways to other girls… heavy penalties, not spending enough time with the fiancees… heavy penalties, performing badly on his OWLS and NEWTS… heavy penalties.

I almost feel sorry for the poor sob, almost. The date of his marriage is set a year after graduation, in other words, he will face me before that happens, he probably will die as a virgin.

Sirius got his trial after the contracts were signed, courtesy of Madam Bones with the aid of Lord Greengrass as part of the deal. Immediately, he moved his support to the Gray faction and gave his proxy to Lady Greengrass, Potter did the same with Lady Abbot. He escaped Dumbledore's claws and became someone else's puppet… Meh, it is an upgrade, he is allowed to kiss four girls, which is four more than he did before.

The Daily Fakers were ecstatic! Sales went through the roof! The Boy-Who-Sells-Papers was filling each edition for weeks on end. Dumbledore lost all of his jobs and reputation when July ended, he used all his favors to avoid prosecution.

Xxxxx

Harry Potter opened his next letter

Lord Potter, and I suppose Lord Black too.

Congratulations on your betrothals, Lord Potter, no doubt they will make your Houses great again. You did a wonderful job with Dumbledore, you can finish the job by pointing Skeeter to Bathilda Bagshot in Godrick's Hallow, where she will find what dirty secrets Dumbledore is hiding, or at Muriel Prewitt, the great aunt of your lazy friend Weasley. It is all about Dumbledore's lover Gellert Grindelwald.

I don't want to ruin Skeeter's fun by spilling the beans, you will find out soon enough.

Another cause of worry is the loyalty of your werewolf, who has his loyalty? You or Dumbledore? There is an easy way to test that when Lupin is visiting you, tell Lord Black a story about a dream you keep having about an old shack with a snake nailed at the door and a ring buried under the floor with a strange marking on it. It looked like Grindelwald's coat of arms.

If Lupin reports it to Dumbledore you will know after a few days or weeks.

Now that I have your attention, ask your Godfather about a tale from Beetle the Bard about the Hallows. If Lupin reports to Dumbledore then he will son have the Stone, he already has the Wand. Yes, Lord Black, they are real artifacts, and guess how long a regular cloak keeps its enchantments before they fade? Get it? I hope you let the Goblins examine the cloak for hidden trackers because there is no way Dumbledore would willingly give it back to Lord Potter.

I also have to tell you about the fabled curse I placed on the Dada teaching position, I am sorry to say that I did not do such a thing. What I did is say to Dumbledore when I left his office after my job interview for that position, was that I hoped those teachers would not keep their job for long. My guess is that Dumbledore put that curse on Hogwarts himself.

Well, what you do with this information is up to you, I can give you two pages more, but maybe it is time that your Godfather gets off his lazy ass and starts doing his job. He had the education, and if he thinks this through, you will survive me. I hope you are up to the challenge.

Best of luck, because I need none, Lord Voldemort.

Xxxxx

The copy of the ring in the shack will be enough, I doubled the protections and compulsion charms on it, along with extra spells to hide its Magic. Dumbledore needs a team of Goblins to help him to retrieve that ring. As an extra, the moment he put that ring on, a Petrificus Toatalis spell will trigger and keep him locked for ten minutes, enough for the withering spell to pass his arm, and seal his fate.

A week later my alerts triggered, a visit to my shack showed a petrified Dumbledore with a ring on a withering hand. The poor man could not escape, the anti-portkey and apparating wards that were activated by those spells prevented it.

"Albus my old boy! How nice of you to pay a visit, here, let me take your wands and portkeys, nah, you can keep the ring, it is a copy anyway. Now, I do have a question for you, do you think Potter completed the Prophesy by vanquishing you? After all, you are a Dark Lord too. Your Phoenix? He will find another soon enough, he won't find you on time."

I grinned and said: "Now that I have you here, let's pick your brain, it is a shame to let all that knowledge go to waste… first of all, did you keep that Stone of the Flamels? Nope, it was a fake, after all, they didn't trust you either. Ah? A copycat? Who would revive you… Snape? Do you think by keeping him out of Azkaban he is loyal to you?… Crap! You let him bugger you? Not cool dude! You could be his great-grandpa!"

After I puked my guts out, I continued: "Where did you hide that Horcrux… Smart, this wand? You made a Horcrux of your Hallow? We are so much alike that it is scary! I did so too with the ring! Don't worry, old boy, with these wards you can consider this your new home. Where is your secret stash of books… my, you have a lot of those! Thank you very much, old boy, I will treasure them. No, I don't need to hear any last words, I find those overrated anyway, say hi to Lily and James for me will you? Bye."

There lies a great man, yes, he is over six feet tall with a few inches even! A truly great man! His wraith got sucked in the ring, which was something he never researched, a way to trap the main wraith, therefore preventing him from fully reviving. Horcruxes can gain a new body, but they die after a period of time or they kill the Wraith to survive. Those Horcruxes are nasty things, if one gets a new body, the wraith fades away, or in my case, we fight for domination, like in Highlander, There Can Be Only One!

I put Alby's ring back in the shack and dragged the corps out of the wards, I thought for a minute and wrote a letter with my dicta quill.

Xxxxx

The next day, the Daily Bullshit headlined:

Albus Dumbledore was found dead in front of Hogwarts Gate!

Dear readers,

This is the end of an Era! We, on a tip from a loyal subscriber, found the body of Albus Dumbledore at the gate of Hogwarts. His left arm was shriveled to a husk, clearly caused by a deadly curse. We found an envelope with big letters saying Severus on it. It was clear to us that Dumbledore wanted to give that letter to Severus Snape, the current Potion Professor.

Dear readers, I am ashamed to confess that we could not control our curiosity, and when we opened that letter, what we read shocked us! This is what we read, word for word!

Severus, my last love,

I hope I can reach you on time, if not, you have to follow the directions in my letter. Try to lay the blame of my death on the Potter boy, at the moment he is the major threat to our plans, taking that little shit down a peg or two will benefit us in the long run.

Sevvy, you have the list of ingredients to revive me, use the bones of my father for the ritual, he is buried in Godrick's Hallow, use Lupin's flesh to act as the flesh of the servant, and in my office, there are the instruments to track Potter that contains enough of his blood to act as blood of the enemy.

Do this for me, my love, we can live off the galleons I hid away during the years I managed the Potter Vaults. We will live together, long after the rest are gone.

Yours forever, your Albywalby.

Dear readers, I hope that you as I learned the vanishing spell, we needed that to vanish our sick when we read that letter. With this letter, it proves that Dumbledore is a certified Dark Lord! He dabbed so deep into Dark Magic that he has found a way to revive or get a new body!

We allowed that Dark Lord to teach our children for more than seventy-five years! What damage did he do during those years? Thinking back on my school years, I noticed some worrisome facts, abuse was hardly punished, more, I recall that a few girls quit Hogwarts after incidents with upper years. Rumors of rape and abuse we discarded as just rumors, could it really have happened and covered up by the headmaster and his staff?

Dear readers, we allowed a monster to prey on our children! Is that the reason that caused the war with the Death Eaters? Was their leader a victim of the old Headmaster?

These are worrisome questions and we are going to look for answers.

Your Reporter Labber Mouth B.

Xxxxx

WTF? Are those naffers insinuating I got buggered by Dumbledore?… Was I buggered by Dumbledore? Not that I can remember, but he was good at memory charms, his obliviate was as good as Lockhart's. Anyway, Dumbledore's reputation was in the gutter, where it belonged.

To celebrate, I instructed Narcissa to prepare a big feast, Dumbledore's death was a milestone on our road to victory. Our guest of honor? Severus Snape, he was captured before the body was found.

At my victory speech, yes, every narcissist has them for every occasion, I made a toast: "To our Sevvy! The boy-toy of Albywalby! Don't worry, Sevvy, soon you will follow the love of your life. We are not that heartless to keep you separated. Sheers!"

Ah! That felt good, that Sevvy kept denying everything didn't work at all, it just reinforced the belief that it was true. I cut his vocal cords after I showed the Elder Wand to Sevvy. Am I cruel? I suppose so, but then again, I am a fucking Dark Lord! It is in my job description to be cruel! To be honest? I kind of enjoyed it a bit... OK, I enjoyed it a lot. Bite me.

After the celebration and the usual torture and kill act, I took Narcissa aside and commanded: "Demand the Black elf to come here and deliver the body to Lord Black, tell him you will destroy the locket for him. Not a word of this to your family, Narcissa, I know that you are the brains of this family, you know what to do to survive. Go."

Kreacher dropped the body of Snape on the dinner table I heard, it just happened that the four fiancees were visiting, and ended with Snape on their plates. They puked all over the corps, a fitting ending if I say so myself.

It got me my locket back, all I need is the Tiara and my Huffy Cup… Bellatrix! No, first I need my Dick back in working order, I could do a double sister act, once Bella recovered enough to receive my trusts, you got that wordplay? Ah, good for you.

Xxxxx

My research on the ritual got split up, one way was sacrificing a herd of unicorns or fairies, although I am not a fan of that option, I lost my nose and Dick that way. The second option was sacrificing a bunch of dark creatures, sixteen of them, with me the seventeenth, the luckiest Prime number.

Hmm, would they protest? Would they miss sixteen of them? Nah, Werewolves are Dark creatures too and I bet Greyback will volunteer for the job. I'll make them Chinese volunteers, you know, the kind of volunteers that were forced to build railroads in the late eighteen hundreds.

Anyway, I contacted Greyback to bring his pack along to us. He arrived in late August with his pack, twenty-seven of them. Lucius was so nice to house them all, such a loyal servant, they are hard to find you know.

What was left was to get Bella out of Azkaban. Frankly, it was easy to do so, I Imperio'd a guard, gave him a bottle of Polyjuice, and ordered him to set the Dementors loose on the death eaters at the end of his shift, afterward change place with Bellatrix and get kissed, while Bella walks out disguised as the guard. By the time they realize something is wrong, Bella will be long gone. That guard was a corrupted asshole anyway.

After feeding her a pepper up, a good bath, and proper clothes, all done lovingly by me, she was in tears by the TLC I showed her, a few words, some strokes on the right place, and she was ready to go to hell and back for me. Narcissa took Bella along to Gringotts. They retrieved the Huffy Cup while I sent Wormtail to get the Tiara. I am certain that the Goblins removed Potter's Horcrux, so I have to do with the ones I have left.

Fenrir brought fifteen females along and only twelve core members when he heard it was for prolonged undercover duty, good for me, I have less opposition that way. At the next full moon, I fed them a modified Wolfsbane potion, Snape's latest… last invention, not only does it calm the wolf, but it paralyzes them, no doubt designed to take care of Lupin. It worked like a charm, with the help of Narcissa and Bellatrix we took sixteen wolves along, all the females and the weakest male, and killed the rest.

I commented: "That pack was out of control anyway, I don't know how or what they end up after the ritual, and I don't want to deal with some angry wolves, they can be glad that I use them for my ritual. Place them on the marked spots dears. After that, send everyone away except the both of you. Then put the Manor in Lockdown, this ritual will take all night."

I placed my Horcruxes in key positions around me, I tricked Nagini into a silver cage to 'Protect' her from the bad wolvies.

I spoke up: "I don't know what will happen to you after the ritual, if you survive it, you will be rewarded and sent to any country of your choice with two thousand Galleons." I shrugged and continued: "You probably die, try to endure it if you can."

The wolfbane potion made them understand my words, they only could widen their eyes when I started chanting my spells and mantras. The purpose of the ritual was to curse the Horcruxes and force them back into my soul, my sacrifice was the curses of the Werewolves, one by one the Horcruxes appeared above their prison. Then, when it was almost morning, the curses lifted from the werewolves and forced the Horcruxes to join my main soul.

The pain was a bitch to bare, five soul pieces forced their way back into my body, and I can tell you, a Crucio is nothing compared with this, when I was about to lose my mind, the full moon was over, and the wolves turned back to human, Nagini didn't survive the ritual. I slowly recuperated and looked around, the werewolves didn't suffer it seemed, no, they even looked better than normal.

"I can say my part of the ritual was a success, "I said, "What changed on your side?"

The only male of the group answered: "I don't know how you did this, my lord, but the wolf is gone, I can't feel him anymore."

Others confirmed it, they could not feel any wolf in their bodies, better, all the curse scars disappeared too. It is a good thing I killed Greyback, he would not be happy that I undid all his hard work of turning them.

I inspected my body, my pink color was back, I am a Caucasian again, my feet are back to normal, and my dick is standing proud and above average! No more gorilla dick! Some of the women saw my stiffy and moved in, I am not complaining though, if this is the way to say thank you, they can say thank you as much as they want… the dude better use words, my ass only allows one-way traffic.

Bella came in to take a look at the result of the ritual, when she noticed five of the women working me over she dropped her clothes and shouted: "Out of the way! He is mine!"

Well, Bellatrix was a fine-looking piece of ass, Azkaban didn't improve her looks though, but, it is one hell of a diet center, she was a borderline anorexia patient, I bet only Magic prevented her organs from shutting down. Her stamina was not what it used to be, so a few strokes from little Voldy in her cunt got her over the edge and passed out.

"Well, she tried, who is next? You there, the male, tell Narcissa that we eat breakfast in two hours… stay upstairs." I better kill that guy, the women will keep quiet, but that man can rat me out to the rest of the pack… no two women are taking him by his arms, meh, he can live.

Two hours later, I carried Bella to her bed after forcing a nutrition potion down her throat. When she protested I said: "Be a good girl, Bella, in this state you can't handle me alone, so you got to share. Do you understand? The better you recuperate the fewer girls are needed to sate me."

I whispered in her ear: "I got rid of those oafs, they didn't deserve my Bellatrix, get better soon and I'll put a child in your womb. Would you like that, my Bella?" The bitch passed out, I'll take that as a yes.

Xxxxx

After breakfast, we burned the werewolves on a funeral pyre, surprisingly the women were dancing around the pyre, Fenrir was not so popular with his former pack. Six of them were British, the male and five women were from Germany, the other five were from different countries. They were happy to accept the money and leave the country with the portkey I made for them.

The six Brits decided to stay with us, they found a new Alpha in me, and after the shagging they got from me, they thought it was an upgrade. The women ranged from 14 to 32, most didn't last that long, Fenrir's pack was not known to be gentle to their members. Meh, I'll let Bella handle them, they are used to crazy people, so she will fit right in.

I asked Narcissa: "Well, Lady Malfoy? What do you think of my new body?"

Narcissa carefully answered: "You are unrecognizable, My Lord. You can turn a new leaf if you want and leave your old life behind. Start a new one without all the negative reputation of the last war."

More daring she continued: "You said it yourself, Dumbledore tricked you to resort to extreme violence. Our husbands lost themselves too in that crazy frenzy, sometimes I thought they were possessed, as I read what they did in the papers."

I nodded: "You are right about that, dear, but you have to admit some of them are animals that love to kill, torture, and rape, some of them, your husband included, are criminals that use the death eaters' reputation to blackmail and extort the people, in other words, what do suggest I do with them?"

18 A New Man.

Cautiously, Narcissa answered: "Lucius can burn in Hell for all I care, my Lord, My son however can be saved if the influence of Lucius is taken away. In my opinion, it is best to get rid of all of them in one move."

I slowly went in front of Narcissa and asked: "What role do you see yourself in after that move, Narcissa? How do you see your future? How do you want to future to look like?"

More daring she looked me in the eyes: "My role I hope myself to see in is as an advisor next to you, my Lord. As I came to understand, you regained your sanity after your resurrection, and all your actions confirm this. With Lucius gone, I'll be regent Malfoy until Draco claims his Lordship at seventeen."

She swallowed and came to the tricky part: "Bellatrix and you need a new identity, we have acquaintances in Italy who are impoverished, with the right amount of money they will blood adopt Bellatrix. The blood adoption will change enough of her looks and Magic to avoid detection. Both of you can immigrate to Britain as an Italian couple."

I chuckled: "My, my, Narcissa, that is a detailed plan that you have worked out in less than two minutes. I bet that is one of your escape plans if Lucius became a wanted man, am I correct?"

She nodded: "Yes, my Lord, we are financially supporting that family, they even have a daughter of my age who is stillborn but registered as a squib. We have the same agreement on our side. This is an old agreement between House Black and Familia Nero."

"Does Lucius know about this, Narcissa?" I asked.

"Only the ones in this room, My Lord. The six former werewolves bonded with you, so did Bellatrix. If you demand it then I will too." she answered,

Narcissa is prepared to jump through a lot of hoops to accomplish this, I wonder why, it can't be only to get rid of Lucius… ah, I remember! That man is a bit of a perv, with a focus on teenagers, no matter the gender. Ok, the perv has to go.

I gathered my thoughts and said: "Contact your acquaintances and arrange all the paperwork. The six of you… tell me your names later, will have to move to a safe house until I get rid of the death eaters. Here is what I am planning to do…"

Xxxxx

Two days later, Madam Bones received a letter.

Madam Bones,

This letter is to inform you of a serious threat, next Saturday after the meeting of the Wizengamot, my husband and his friends, all of them ex-Death Eaters, will try to take control of the Ministry.

They plan to eliminate all the ones that are not supporting their cause, they have been inquiring these last few weeks about who is supporting and who is against. Needless to say, you are a prime target.

I would warn you to not trust some from your department, Travers, Dawlish, Macnair, Yaxley, and from the DOM Marcus Fletchley Sr.

Madam Bones, if you handle it right, you can eliminate the threat in one scoop, or you lose control over the Ministry and your life.

In case the Order of the Phoenix is still active, Nymphadora Tonks, Hestia Jones, Emeline Vance, and Kingsley are its members in your department, retired Auror Moody is one too. It is funny that the one in charge of arresting my cousin Sirius Black knows where he is hiding.

I urge you to take this letter seriously, Madam Bones, the death of their comrades in Azkaban scared them and forced their hands.

If needs be, I am willing to meet you and swear an oath that the assault I described in this letter will happen.

Contact my house elf Mippy to respond.

Kind regards,

Lady Narcissa Malfoy Black.

Madam Bones had to read the letter twice before the severity seeped in "RUFUS!"

Xxxxx

Harry Potter got a letter from me.

Lord Potter, and I guess Padfoot too,

I congratulate you on eliminating one of the worst Dark Lords of the century. Yes, he was worse than me, I am man enough to admit that now. All these years I thought what I was doing was my own planning, but it turned out it was all in Dumbledore's Master plan.

Yes, I never should have made those Horcruxes, that robbed me of my sanity, as I am sure you noticed Dumbledore was a nutcase too. If you read the Daily Prophet you know why.

Your blood in that ritual restored my sanity, I thank you for it. Well, after next weekend I am planning to disappear. I hope you made your peace with the knowledge the true one that was responsible for your parent's death is brought down by you.

If you somehow are still out for revenge on me, then I pity you. But, I am willing to accept a duel to the death if you can not let it go. I will meet you on the day you turn seventeen.

For Lord Black, my condolences on the death of your cousin Bellatrix, the contract she was under with Lestrange robbed her of her sanity, I hope you won't think too bad of her. If you happen to read that contract you will understand.

And I surely hope that the Contracts of your Godson with his fiancees are fair for both sides.

See you on 31 July 1997.

Best regards

Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort, also known as You Know Who

Dark Lord and philanthropist.

PS. I am also very, very good at dueling!

I wonder what Potter will conclude out of this, I bet he isn't looking forward to that birthday party at all. Yeah, cut the cake, open the presents, and fight to the death… meh, it gets the blood pumping.

Xxxxx

The tensions were running high at that Saturday's Wizengamot, both parties were on edge and counting down the minutes for the Wizengamot session to end.

Too bad for my Death Eaters, Madam Bones knew the detailed battle strategy and planned accordingly.

Narcissa did have to meet Bones and give that oath for her to believe it. Bones asked afterward: "Why do you betray your husband, Lady Malfoy?"

Lady Malfoy shrugged and said: "My age isn't pleasing anymore to my husband, Madam Bones. I am older than twenty, and in our marriage contract it forbids raping me. That is two strikes against me. With the death of Bellatrix and her fellow inmates, he thinks there is an avenger on the loose who is after his old organization, and they are his next targets. Taking control of the Ministry will have the DMLE on their side. After you are killed of course."

Narcissa smiled softly: "What I am getting is a better life and the hope I can turn my Draco back to normal. His father started to train him lately, and I can't let that happen."

Madam Bones nodded: "Keep him at home if you can, Lady Malfoy, I am authorizing deadly force to my Aurors, attacking the Wizengamot and the Ministry is high treason, which allows us to give no quarter. That is all I can promise."

Narcissa portkey'd back to the Mansion and said: "I have to admit you have a fine body, Narcissa, you kept it in prime condition, your breasts are quite sensitive, you know. Too bad the polyjuice is about to wear off or I would do some masturbating."

Narcissa saw me change back into myself with a smile on her lips. It is nice to hear some real compliments instead of the boot-licking she usually got from her husband's friends. Lucius didn't allow his trophy to be touched, something that was in her contract too.

"If it pleases you, my Lord, we have enough polyjuice in stock to let you do that, or you can taste the real one after Saturday. I am sure my sister won't mind to share." she boldly said to me.

"I will take you up on that offer, Narcissa," I said while changing into my clothes, "The trap is set, and the rats will run into it. I sent my pack to your safe house in Italy to help with Bellatrix. She needs three months more to get back into shape, that is enough time for the dust to settle."

I put my finger under her chin and lifted it up: "Make sure your son stays at home, Narcissa, I observed him in his first year at Hogwarts, and that boy is a true Gryffindor. He always runs into trouble with his eyes open and expects Lucius to clean up afterward. I fear most of my Death Eaters will take their spawn along to share in the glory, and you know I can not order him to stay at home without exposing the trap. Do you understand? Once he joins the fight, his life will be in danger, and he will end up in Azkaban at best."

Narcissa shivered at that prospect, I know she loves her son, and as a devoted mother is willing to go to extremes to keep him safe.

"I have thought of that, my Lord. I will convince him to go to the three broomsticks with Millicent Bulstrode and the Carrow twins and wait for our signal to claim Hogwarts. Without Dumbledore Hogwarts will crumble, those three girls are the best of the lot and worth saving."

"A good plan, Narcissa," I complimented her, "That would bring him enough glory to stay away from the Ministry if he can keep his mouth shut."

I came closer and wrapped my arms around her: "We are going to change Britain together, Narcissa. Tomorrow is Friday, we have to take care of the last details, so everyone will be here. One more day, dear. Get me some polyjuice, with some of my blood from before the ritual, I will look like my old self, they don't need to see what I look like now."

I pecked her on the nose and released my hold, and am amused to see that she expected and wanted more than that. Yeah! I got my good looks back! I rule again! I bet she was watching how I fucked the wolves after that ritual and wanted in on the fun. Bow to me! She doesn't have to kiss my feet, nope, I prefer her on her knees and her lips around my dong. You heard it no more Dingeling, it is a healthy Dong now. Bragging you say? Check it out for yourself… if you are a female of course, the rest can slobber on my toes.

Xxxxx

The Wizengamot ended, when the members wanted to leave the hall, Lucius and his companions sprung into action. I sat in the visitor's stand and gave the signal to his fellow Death Eaters through the mark, soon they flooded in through the Floo network and ran to key positions. Once there, Madam Boned activated her trap, she locked the Floo network and raised anti-apparition and anti-Portkey wards. The Aurors started cursing to the Death Eaters with deathly force, without warning or lifting their invisibility spells. Every Death Eater with his mask and robes on was killed without mercy, after that they swiped through the Ministry to eliminate their supporters. Madam Bones took care of the Death Eaters from the Wizengamot, by nullifying the Magic in the room and the Unspeakables did the rest.

Too bad that a lot of Heirs wanted their part in the History books and joined Daddy in their Coup.

Flint, Nott, Avery, McLaggen, Montague, Pucey, Warrington, Crabbe, Goyle, Urquhart, to name a few were eager to follow in Daddy's footsteps and paid dearly for it. The Unspeakables showed no mercy, especially when Narcissa,(me) handed a stack of papers of their most secret research from Rockwood in the first war and some papers from the current Unspeakable traitor Wilkes to Madam Bones.

The timing was perfect, and the execution on both sides was impeccable, it was a one-sided victory for the DMLE. In one sweep, all the bad guys got their last day on Earth, Merlin only knows where they are heading in the afterlife, probably downstairs. But, I am not the one that judge, I just enjoy the show.

Xxxxx

In a room of the Three Broomsticks, Draco heard his mother's Fox Patronus say: "My Dragon, the Ministry won, all is lost, do not enter Hogwarts. Bring the girls to the Mansion."

I know, I preferred him six feet under too, we can't always get what we want, can we? He will probably fall from some stairs in Hogwarts, my bet is on Greengrass, she knows about the contract with her little sister, which will push it/him over the edge. Well, accidents happen.

Fudge went down with his sponsor, the weeks he was ridiculing Dumbledore about my resurrection, and his close friendship with Malfoy did the trick. Too bad Lovegood wasn't here, he could witness the downfall of the Rotfang conspiracy.

The aftermath was chaotic, with the visitor stands filled with reporters, Narcissa tipped them anonymously of course, the reporters were having a field day. The news of a Death Eater attack on the Ministry is front-page news, soon to be spread out all over the globe.

Narcissa did damage control with the widows, they all claimed that their husbands were fooled by a homunculus they made with a ritual and a Ghost. They fell into their own trap. Did they believe it? Nah, Madam Bones let it slide as a favor for warning her.

The Boy Who Lived made an appearance and used the occasion to get his Dog free. That triggered the belief that Potter was responsible for the downfall of the last Death Eaters. Narcissa got the Regency of Malfoy, most of the Widows did too, although there were some without kids… Meh, they'll find someone new.

Xxxxx

The Familia Nero housed us for four months, Bellatrix's blood adoption went fine, she goes through life as Belladonna Nero now, but she still insists that she will bear the firstborn of my wives. Yep, I married that crazy bitch, and those six ex-werewolves stayed as concubines. I took Nero as my family name, they can think it is a pureblood tradition for all I care.

To help the Death Eater widows with financial troubles, I bought their lands and businesses and let them live there. Can I afford it all? Yeah, most of that money comes from them anyway.

With my knowledge of the future, it wasn't that hard to get filthy rich on the Muggle side, in a few months my fortune tripled. Bow to me! Nah, that gets old, I am wearing shoes now, so kissing my feet is pointless… Old Voldemort enjoyed that, me? Not so much.

As I expected, Draco fell from the stairs and broke his neck along with a lot of other bones, rumor has it that he wanted to sample the goods... The older Greengrass made sure she had an alibi. We returned for the funeral, of course.

I bought the Malfoy estate and companies from Narcissa, and as a loyal family member, we took her in. There you have it, Tom Marvolo Riddle, married to Belladonna Nero, with consort Narcissa Black and six former werewolves as concubines. Bella got pregnant with a girl, which caused the rest to get in heat. You might think a Harem is the male's highest goal? Get them all pregnant and see what happens.

Five girls and three boys are the tally, Bella got her Delphine, Narcissa named her daughter Druella, poor girls, Tom, Arcturus, and Harold were my pride and Joy, Athena, Calypso, and Electra were the youngest angels when they were asleep.

Xxxxx

We were invited to Harry Potter's seventeenth birthday party, and boy, was he nervous, he kept looking around with his wand in his hand, expecting me to jump him every minute. I noticed several Aurors under invisibility spells and capes. Sirius was on edge too.

I sassed him: "Lord Black? Why are you so nervous? Are you not happy for your Godson? Seventeen is a milestone in a young wizard's life. Or are you expecting trouble?"

He sighed: "No, Mr. Nero, I am happy for my Godson's first step to adulthood, but as they say, we never ask for trouble, but it comes anyway."

I moved to Harry, he stood with his fiancees, "Congratulations on your seventeenth birthday, Lord Potter, Ladies, too bad Narcissa's boy Draco took a nasty fall, otherwise we could have been in-laws. Miss Greengrass, I am sorry for Miss Astoria's loss. I hope she didn't take it too hard."

Hmm? Her occlumency shields are impressive, she didn't even twitch a muscle on her face.

"Thank you, Mr. Nero," said Potter, "and can we congratulate you on your eight newborns? All of them in the same year, that will drive the Hogwarts teachers mad for sure."

I grinned: "I bet they will, although I am not certain they will go to Hogwarts, that school has the worst reputation in the English-spoken world. Or did that change now that Dumbledore is gone?"

"A lot has changed," answered Potter, "Potions are bearable now, with Sinistra as head of Slytherin and the worst ones gone, they are the same as other houses now."

"That is good to know, may I ask why you are holding your wand in your hand? Do I need to get worried about an attack?" I asked

Potter sighed: "Someone said that he would visit me on my seventeenth birthday to get my answer. I don't know if he will actually come."

"Oh? And when he comes you will attack him? A duel perhaps? Are your guests going to be safe? Are your fiancees going to be safe around you, Lord Potter? The wand in your hand doesn't show that you want to handle it peacefully." I commented.

Potter stored his wand away and sighed: "You are right Mr. Nero, I am giving off all the wrong signals, I don't want a fight, as a matter of fact, we are both the same, both orphans, abused by our caretakers, and played with by Dumbledore. Even though I have every reason to hate him, and a part of me still does, he is also the reason that I am here today alive and well with four wonderful girls. I made my peace with what happened."

"Wise words, Lord Potter, I bet that if he would come, he would already be here, so relax and enjoy your company. Ah, if you want my advice, spread getting children over a couple of years, I love my children a lot, but the accidental Magic is wrecking the house." Cute, they are blushing.

Xxxxx

I opened my eyes and heard someone yell at me, "You are here again? That is the seventh time you died already! Do you want me to lose my job?" Whut?

19 A Reptilia28 challenge…

I looked around me, I was in some kind of office, I wearing a white robe… barefoot? Quickly I touched my nose, yes! I still have one! That is a major relief. Wait a fucking minute, the seventh time I died? Losing his job? Where the fuck am I?

"Ah! You finally noticed me," said the Dude in a white robe... with a set of wings on his back… Wings?

"Dude that must be a bitch to sleep with! Do you sleep on your belly? How do you mate with those wings on your back or do you do it in the air? That must be a show, can I watch it?"

Hmm? Somehow the filter between my brain and mouth malfunctioned, never sass a thingy that wears wings, be them Angels or Dragons and I did that six times in one sentence. I am fucked.

Suspiciously the Dude said: "You grew some balls since last we met, Harry James Potter. Nevertheless, the fact remains that you died seven times and are bound to pass on. There is a reason seven is a magic number, you had your chances and squandered them."

I protested: "You got to be kidding! This is meant to be my Fourth Layer, and I didn't die once! Get your facts straight Bird Dude!"

Bird Dude slapped a stack of papers on his desk and counted "First time, your cousin pushed you down the stairs and you broke your neck.

Second time, Ron bloody Weasley made a wrong move on that giant chess set and you got hammered.

Third time, A basilisk looked you in the eyes, the phoenix came too late

Fourth time, You fell off your broom when dementors closed in too fast during your Hufflepuff game.

Fifth time, Riddle decked you at the graveyard.

Sixth time, you jumped after your Godfather through the veil.

Seventh time, you let yourself get killed! Voluntarily!"

He glared at me: "That last one alone is good enough reason to pass you on."

Fucking Hell! I am in a Fan Fiction! A bloody Reptilia28 challenge! The question is now which one? There are thousands of them! Nope, I won't accept this.

"First of all, Dudley never pushed me off the stairs, I became Harry when my uncle drove me to the station in 91, and Harry the second time when we drove in Weasley's car to the station in 92, the third time I was Tom Riddle at the graveyard, and you are telling me to pass on? I have six more Layers to do! I want to talk to your management!"

The Bird Dude frowned: "Wait a God Blessed minute! What are you rambling about? You never were Tome Riddle, you were destined to kill him after you disposed of all his Horcruxes. You were supposed to get soulbound with two witches and live to a ripe age of two hundred and sixty-seven years."

Wait a fucking minute! Two witches? That challenge only included Hermione, some Authors got greedy?

"Who was I supposed to bond with?" I asked hotly, "I hope not Narcissa and Bellatrix or I kill myse… bad expression, or I get angry!"

Bird Dude sifted through his papers: "Hmm, some Granger girl and a Greengrass one. Both are currently up here too."

Then I got the notice: THIRD LAYER COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY

Bird Dude frowned and said: "That is a first, Third Layer completed Successfully? So you were speaking the truth. Explain it please, use small words."

I shrugged: "I died and one of your kind, a total babe, by the way, I didn't see any wings, but you get my drift. She said that her boss was upset that we, the Fan Fiction Authors, use his or her name to start Isekai stories, and now each time one of us dies, we have to live through our own Fan Fiction. I think this one is from Sinyk, it was one of the most popular stories on our site."

Bird Dude's face went red: "You are telling me this is a story? No, this is a story about another story? No, we are in a story that is a story from another story? Do you expect me to believe that?"

I shot back: "How the bloody He… Heaven would I know? Ask your Boss upstairs if you don't believe me! This is supposed to be the starting point of my Fourth Layer, not my ticket upstairs… Hey! I'll take it! Let me move on! Pass me through! I was a good boy!"

Bird Dude shook his head: "The question has been asked, there is no way back. The decision is His to make now."

"Ah? He is a Male? Groovy, I always thought he was a Hermaphrodite, you know, two for the price of one? Go figure."

Crap! The filter is still deactivated, I bet I gained some time downstairs with that comment. I have to think twice before I open my mouth in here.

Bird Dude looked up and said: 'The decision has been made, you are allowed to decent and use this body for the eighth time. Prepare to be sent down."

I panicked: "Hold on a second! No memory wipes, please, I kept my memories of my first three Layers, you can't wipe those! And I need some information about this world, it is not the original story, so I need some feedback, and what year are you sending me to?"

Bird Dude looked up for a bit and said: "OK, Dumbledore is bad, the two youngest Weasleys and their mother are potioning you, that is all I am allowed to tell you. You will be sent to your first year in Hogwarts."

"No bloody way!" I protested again, "Do you expect me to snog two eleven-year-old girls? Are you out of your mind? Or is this level going to take me six or seven years to complete? Are those girls allowed to keep their memories?"

Bird Dude shook his head: "No, we were going to wipe their memories, both had some bad ones before they died. And what is wrong with starting over in your first year?"

"I have done that already!" I answered, "To successfully complete my Layer, I have to make it entertaining for my ROB or he fail me and I have to start over. Take the end of our second year or our third, I haven't done those, and let those girls keep their memories, wipe their last day if you must."

Bird Dude looked shrewdly at me: "You know what story this is don't you? So I have to add some more obstacles in your way, you know, to add some entertainment for your ROB. First of all, you and your girls have to sign a non-disclosure contract of everything that happened here and what will happen in the future once you get back."

He smiled Angelically at me and added: "I wanted to let your Reapers aid you to let their parents believe you, you are on your own with that. And the time you start will be after your name is put in that goblet, so you can't avoid the Tournament."

I groaned: "Damn, I was hoping to avoid that crap. That means I am stuck here until that tournament is done."

On the upside, I'll be a married boy with two wives, in private quarters. The downside? They come with a lot of emotional damage, it is a good thing Bird Dude agreed to wipe their last day, and I have Dumbledore breathing down my neck.

"Alright, where do I sign?" I asked, "There better be not some fine print that will enslave my soul or something like that."

"Just the normal contract, Potter, that you void our responsibility for any action that you will take from the moment you and those girls are sent down. There will be no rewards must you succeed in your task."

Stingy bastards! If it wasn't for me Harry had to move on and Voldemort would have free range of the planet!

Xxxxx

I signed the contract and I woke up in my bed at Hogwarts. Junior must have added my name last night. I checked my memory… ah, nothing is wiped, and the years of this Potter have been added. I took a shower and my first action was to transfigure my clothes into something more fitting, I removed all listening spells too.

Fully dressed, I entered the common room, Hermione jumped into my arms and whispered: "Harry? Are you back too?"

I hugged her back, how could this idiot miss all those signs? Ah, yes, potions, I whispered back: "Yeah, I am back too, did you hear about Greengrass? Did you remove the listening charms?"

"Yes I did, my Grim Reaper explained it all, so, your name will come out that Goblet again?" she asked.

I loosened my hold and nodded, I softly said, "Come to the RoR after dinner, we have a day to plan. Do you have a class with her? Tell her to bring a necklace or bracelet, you too, I learned some new tricks that can help. Come let's have breakfast."

We went downstairs, in front of the Great Hall, we spotted Daphne Greengrass waiting for us, Hermione went straight to her and began loudly to discuss an Arithmancy problem, while giving the message to meet up after dinner.

When breakfast was almost done, Ron rushed in and complained: "Why didn't you wake me up, mate? I almost missed breakfast."

I shrugged: "Do I have red hair, tits and a voice that can raise the dead? Nope? Then I am not your mother mate, nor am I your nanny."

He grumbled: "You could at least have wake me up mate, what is the big deal?"

I turned to him and answered: "If I have to be your Nanny, then I would start to teach you some table manners like chewing with your mouth closed or not talking with your mouth full of food. Then I would try to show you what a napkin is used for until you can eat without spraying it all over your robes, well Ron, do I need to be your Nanny?"

With a sour face, he said: "What is gotten in you today mate? I just asked why you didn't wake me up, that is all."

I nodded: "And you got my answer, mate, you are old enough to get out of bed alone."

Ginny, who was following the conversation got worried, the potions were wearing off, he needed another dose, I heard her thinking about it. That is right, I remember everything from my time as Tom Riddle, including Legilimency, I motioned her closer.

I whispered in her ear: "Miss Weasley, if you dare to put another potion in my food or drinks or even tell someone that I know you did, that includes your mother and Dumbledore, then I call in your life debt to me and you spend the rest of your life as my slave doing a house elf job, yes, including wearing the pillow. This is my only warning."

Ginny backed off as if she got slapped, I read her thoughts and softly said: "Nope, not even the headmaster. Now, get rid of the evidence, Miss Weasley." She rushed off, she must have noticed I could read her thoughts.

While I went upstairs to get my books with Hermione, she asked: "Why did you warn Ginny, Harry?"

I shrugged and softly said, "To give her a chance, I have to write Bill to ask if he examined her for traces of possession when they were in Egypt. That is the only reason for them to spend all that money on a stupid trip. If he didn't examine Ginny, then Dumbledore must have compulsed them. We better stop talking about this, the paintings and elves are listening in."

Hermione shook her head: "I used a Mufliato on us, nobody can listen in."

I gave Hermione a one-arm hug: "Never underestimate the power of house elves, dear. You know the two I am going to hire, don't you?"

Hermione sighed: "Yes I know, he deserves it, Harry. That was the bravest thing I witnessed, will you hire them tonight?"

I nodded: "That among other things, there is a lot to do to let us survive this madness."

Xxxxx

The day passed on slowly, finally, when dinner was done, we moved to the seventh floor, I saw Daphne on the map not far behind us, while Hermione imagined the room. When the door opened, I went inside, Hermione waited outside to guide Daphne in, once inside, the door disappeared. Daphne sagged down on one of the couches and started crying.

Hermione sat next to her and hugged her, soon both were crying for the years and the lives they lost and for the chance they got to correct it. Soon they recuperated and calmed down.

I asked: "Do you girls remember how you died? I asked that Reaper to erase that day."

Daphne answered: "All I know is that I got killed by a Death Eater, the rest is blank."

Hermione said: "I remember breaking into Gringotts and escaping on a dragon, the rest is blank too."

I sighed: "I asked to erase that to avoid the trauma, both of you died not a pretty death. Please don't ask how you died, at least not the next five or ten years from now."

I looked up and said: "Before we do anything I have to come clean to you both. I am Harry Potter, but not exactly the Harry Potter you remember, I told you, Hermione, that I got something extra, it is time to explain that extra."

I better hide the Fan Fiction part or they will freak out. I would freak out if I was nothing more than a fantasy figure. I better get my biggest bullshit shovel.

"You have been up there, well, the Harry you know was there for seven times. The seventh time, last night, he was forced to move on. I am a dimension traveler, the Deity that controls my life, inserts me in the body of someone in a world that needs saving. Last night I replaced him, I have his body and all his memories."

I held my hands up to stop their questioning, "Let me finish, please. Harry's Reaper asked permission from his Boss and it was granted. If I didn't take his place, then Voldemort would win and the world would fall into chaos, Wizard-kind would get exposed in the worst way, wizards would kill whole communities, muggles would fight back with the help of Muggleborn, and the second Witch hunt will start. This time on a global scale. By the time Voldemort gets killed, there will not be much left to live for."

Complete silence, I admit, it is a lot of bullshit that I shoveled through their throats, it is a future that is plausible, or a stray spell could have killed him in the final battle, anything is possible.

Finally, Hermione asked: "How much of our Harry are you?"

I shrugged: "You can see it as that I am your Harry and gained the memories of alternate personalities. I am Harry Potter, and am tasked to clear this mess and hopefully live happily ever after."

Daphne asked: "What about the soul bonding?"

"We have to time it right, tomorrow evening my name will come out of that goblet. We better start planning the order of our actions. Oh, before I forget, in one of those worlds I had to be Voldemort, it was not easy to eliminate all the death eaters and to let Harry survive. That means I have all his Magic stored in my brain."

Me and my big mouth, now I have two wands pointed at me, I looked at them: "Really? Do you think those Reapers would send me back with you? That knowledge will be an advantage to win this thing."

"Potter stop scaring me to death please, I already have a hard time coping with the fact that I died and returned into the past to relive that nightmare." Complained Daphne,

"We won't relive that nightmare, Daphne, we will prevent it from happening." commented Hermione, "Harry, we better initialize the bond after your name comes out the Goblet."

Daphne added: "As a champion, you are allowed to skip classes, so you can visit Gringotts to claim your Lordship. Being a Champion emancipates you. You can bring the Lady's and the Consort rings back for us."

"That is a plan, now, did you bring some jewelry? Ah, those are nice necklaces."

I engorged the necklaces, conjured an engraving pen with a diamond tip, and started engraving the necklaces. I commented: "Wear this all the time, it prevents legilimence and compulsion charms, it also alerts for potions, it won't stop an Imperio though. It will stop a few spells with a shield, nothing powerful, but it will give you time to defend yourself. There you go, all done. With a drop of your blood, it will bind to you."

"Next point will be getting help from house elves, you know who I mean, Hermione."

Hermione said: "Thank you Harry, and yes, call them here."

"Dobby? Can you come here, please? Ah, Dobby, are you interested in becoming a House Potter elf… I'll take that as a yes. Lose the grip a bit, Dobby, now, I want to take Dobby as a House Potter elf, does Dobby accept?"

Dobby quickly answered: "Dobby do. Dobby be House Potter Elf for Master Harry Potter Sir!"

"Dobby? Has Winky found a family yet? No, well, ask her if she wants to be a Potter Elf, if she does, bring her here."

A few minutes later Winky was a Potter elf, "Winky, Hermione, and Daphne are going to be your future mistresses, stay in the Hogwarts kitchen and watch out for them. If anyone wants to put potions in their food, replace it."

I faced Dobby: "Dobby, the key to my Trust vault is with Mrs. Weasley, if you can't recuperate it, I have to get a new key. Make an appointment with my account manager for November 1 after dinner."

"Dobby will do, Master Harry sir!" and Dobby popped away.

"Now the last details for tomorrow…"

Xxxxx

The next day after dinner, the champions were ready to be chosen, Ron was still harping on the chance to be selected as a champion.

I tried to shut him up: "To be honest Ron, even when we could get our name in that cup, we would not get chosen, or are you claiming to be a better wizard than Angeline or any of the other seventh and sixth year students? In fact, if our name came out of that goblet, that would be an insult to Hogwarts. Tell me, are we top-grade students? We took the easy classes, if we didn't have Hermione to help with our homework and urge us to do our best we would have to repeat at least one year. What do you say? Do we have a chance? If we get selected it would be to humiliate us, so they can make fun of us on how we would fail the tasks or lose our lives if, for instance, we had to fight a bunch of Acromantula, you remember those, don't you?"

My speech was heard by all of our upper years and the Ravenclaws behind us, Ron didn't appreciate how I analyzed our capabilities.

He argued: "What are you talking about? We fought a troll in our first year! We went through those obstacles, you fought against Quirrel! In our second year, we went up against a Basilisk! Last June you chased a hundred Dementors away!"

Hermione dryly commented: "Harry killed that Basilisk without your help Ron, he chased those Dementors without you too, it was his Patronus that did that, you were in the hospital wing with a broken leg. So the only thing you did was a wingardium Leviosa and a game of chess, oh, you got your hand bitten by a baby dragon and flew a car across England, I almost forgot. Now be quiet, the champions are about to be chosen."

BURN! That was a major slapdown! With Gryffindors and Ravenclaws listening to our conversation, Ron got demoted to the useless but funny sidekick.

Dumbledore, the forever drama queen, started the drawing: "Ah! The Goblet is ready for the first name, there it is, the first champion is... Fleur Delacour from Beaubatons! Yes, congratulations on your selection Miss Delacour. The second name is bound to come out… And the second Champion is... Victor Krum from Durmstrang! Good for you Mr. Krum, now the Champion for Hogwarts… Cedric Diggory! Yes, that applause is well deserved, the Champions will now be informed about the first task… What is this?… Harry Potter!"

I sighed and said to Ron, "You see Ron? They want to make me into a joke. A mediocre student with three years and two months of education against the best of three schools. What do you think are my odds to win?"

I stood up and stepped on the table, I raised my wand and made my oath: "I, Harry James Potter, did not enter nor wanted to enter my name in that Goblet, nor did I ask or want anyone else to do that for me in any way possible. So Mote It Be! Expecto Patronum! For the record, Cedric Diggory is the Hogwarts Champion! I will try anything in my power to get out of this circus."

I glared at Dumbledore and said: "Get me out of this, headmaster. I am not in the mood to risk my life for pocket change and my name on a cup that everyone will forget about in two years."

Dumbledore was surprised by my defiance, but recuperated: "We discuss this later, my boy, go join the other Champions."

"Two things, headmaster, I am not a Champion, and I am not your Boy. It is Mr. Potter to you like you address everyone else. You are not my family, just a headmaster from a school."

After my little tantrum, I turned and stomped off to the antechamber, leaving a bunch of confused students behind. In the chamber, the Champions looked curiously at me.

Cedric asked: "Harry? Are you here for us, do we need to go somewhere else?"

I shrugged: "Nope, my name came out of that cup. Just my bad luck is acting up again."

Ludo Bagman came in with a grin as if he won the World Cup final: "Lady and Gentlemen, may I present you the fourth Champion! This is exciting isn't it?"

Fleur protested: "What do you mean the Fourth Champion? He is just a little boy!"

I turned to the headmasters that followed Bagman in and shouted: "You see? Even Miss Delacour can tell that this is a death sentence for me! I don't want to risk my life for the amusement of some nameless people. I want out of this tournament, right now!"

Karakof protested: "Hogwarts can't have two Champions, Dumbledore, I demand that we select another Champion for us to even the odds."

I raised my hand and commented: "I am not a Hogwarts Champion, sir. Cedric Diggory is selected for that Honor. I bet someone entered my name under a fourth school, what does that paper say, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Hah, my oath took the wind out of everyone's sails, here stands a completely innocent boy! His head a bit raised, looking a bit to the side, a bit mysterious, Fleur standing there is purely a coincidence, nice tits by the way. For some obscure reason, Snape came along and could not help but sneer at me.

"He is just an attention-seeking arrogant brat, just like his deadbeat arrogant father. It is best to expel that brat and be done with it."

I looked at Snape and shot back: "And you are just a cruel bully, just like your father. It is good that you never married, you probably would have beat that wife to death."

I was ready with my shield when Snape lost it and in a rage started cursing me. I might have swatted some spells away from me, that Ludo caught some of them? Purely a coincidence, the poor bloke went down like a brick.

Dumbledore stopped the fight, and disarmed Snape, he turned to me and said: "Detention for a month, Harry, for insulting a Professor."

I shook my head: "That is not going to happen, headmaster. I insulted Snape just as much as he insulted me. Did you see me draw my wand and start cursing? I want him fired. He attacked me with very harmful curses. I want him out of this school tonight. Headmaster Karakof, Headmistress Maxime, you are my witnesses, so are Miss Delacour and Mister Krum."

Cedric showed his loyalty and added: "I am a witness to Harry. Headmaster? Professor Snape attacked a Champion, therefore he wanted to prevent him from competing in favor of his own Champion. I call on the Goblet to Judge this accusation!"

Hmm? I didn't think of that option, the judgment started after Fleur and Krum made the same call. Snape started glowing and we saw literally magic leaving his body. I bet Cedric carried a grudge against the bat, or he read the rules with a magnifying glass.

Dumbledore cried out: "Harry! What have you done? All my plans are ruined now!"

WTF? I protested: "What did I do? Are you getting senile? The other Champions asked the Goblet to judge, why are you blaming me for it? He is a half-blood anyway, he will survive in the Muggle world, a job in a soup kitchen is perfect for him. Thank you, Miss Delacour, Mr. Krum, and Cedric for your support. It is much appreciated."

Snape raged: "Potter! I will kill you for this! This is not over!"

Cedric coolly responded: "Careful Severus, if we have to call on the Goblet again, you might lose your life."

Go Puff, but then again badgers are fearsome animals, don't mess with them, they have a mean bite.

Xxxxx

I arrived at the RoR and entered, the door disappeared behind me. I grinned and said: "Guess who lost his Magic today?"

"Going on the grin on your face it is Dumbledore or Snape." guessed Hermione.

"Snape lost it, Hermione, but you didn't say Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore, are you losing your touch?" I asked.

"No, they lost my respect. Will you hurry up and kiss Daphne, so that I can get mine?"

Daphne commented: "I have no problem letting you go first, Hermione. I am in no rush, I will get my turn anyway."

I smiled and said: "This is why I let them wipe that last day from your memories. Come, Hermione, first make some bathrooms, that soul bond will expel all potions from our body, that will do nicely. Come here, as my best friend you get to go first."

That lost day did the world of difference, getting killed in a battle is bad, but if this is the one from Sinyk, then Daphne got raped by Nott and Hermione by Ron. Those are traumas that run deep. Anyway, Hermione got her snog, with tongue and roaming hands, a nice silver glow surrounded us it gave a warm cozy feeling. When we let go, we had to hurry to get on a toilet bowl, the next ten minutes will never be spoken of.

A shower and a few mouth-cleaning spells later, Daphne moved in for her snog, the same happened, a nice snog with roaming hands covered by a silver glow.

When we parted, Daphne remarked: "Harry? You realize that we are engaged now, do you? To be honest, I am not that eager to go all the way, it is too soon for me. It is too new."

Hermione nodded: "I knew we had to rush it, but I agree, we didn't even date once. Harry? Can we do the dating and all the things normal couples do before they marry?"

I nodded: "That would be best, both of you have to process the lost years and the new situation. I have to sift through these new memories, those from Voldemort are disturbing. Let's have breakfast on neutral ground, the Ravenclaw table?"

Daphne nodded: "That will be best, that way both Slytherin and Gryffindor can get used to us being together."

"Winky? Can you get Daphne close to her common room without being detected? Ah, they are gone already. Come, Hermione, let's face the music, I bet they still are partying."

Xxxxx

They welcomed us with loud cheers, I stepped on a chair and announced: "Dear Gryffindors! I am sorry to break it in for you, but I am not a Hogwarts Champion! Someone entered my name under a different school. Therefore I will not do my best to win this thing, as a matter of fact, I plan to be dead last. I feel by even trying to win, I will dishonor Cedric and Hogwarts. I hope you understand and support Diggory!"

That shut them up, I decided to throw them a bone: "There is one bonus I got out of it, Snape started insulting me and my father as usual, this time I insulted him back. The bastard started to attack me with curses, while I just defended myself. When Dumbledore took Snape's side, Cedric called on the Goblet of Fire to judge Snape for sabotaging a Champion of another school, Miss Delacour and Mr. Krum did the same. Well, Snape got squibbed! No more insults and sabotaged potions, no more Slytherin favoritism."

The room went silent, I added: "I have to warn you though, if someone tries to potion me, even as a prank, that Goblet can take it the wrong way and squib you. So please be careful, I am not a Hogwarts Champion. It would be the same as if you do that to the Durmstrang Champion."

That will scare the two youngest Weasleys off for now. They got the message loud and clear by the look on their faces.

The next morning, Hermione and I waited for Daphne before entering the Great Hall, I spotted some empty seats next to Luna and asked: "Miss Lovegood, can we join you for breakfast?"

Luna observed us and nodded: "You may join me for breakfast, Heir Potter, Heiress Greengrass, and Miss Granger. Can I congratulate you on your bonding? It is quite beautiful."

"You can see our bond, Miss Luna? That is a special gift you have there." I complimented, "In what way are you seeing the bond?"

Luna squinted her eyes and answered: "I see them as silver strings, connecting you to Heiress Greengrass and Miss Granger."

We just filled our plates when we got swarmed by Gringotts and Ministry owls.