16 There be Dragons, Ron!
Dumbledore delivered his speech, presented the cup, and drew his age line. Should I expose his stupidity? '10 Galleons for a seventh year that put my name in the cup!' That is all it takes. No difficult Magic, just a small bounty. The seventh year would not even have a problem with it, the cup selects on ability, so even when someone's name he put in comes out, it would be because he or she was the most skilled for the job. Easy money.
I explained it to the twins at the breakfast table, and both turned their heads to their girlfriends. They would do it for free! They didn't place a bet at Bagman, so they have the cash. Ron puppy-eyed me when he heard my solution. If his name got in, then at least he got a chance!
I sighed and said to him, "Write your name on a parchment, Ron. I will make sure it will get in the Goblet."
The fool didn't even finish his breakfast. Ten minutes later, he came back, panting from running up and down the stairs, and presented a full sheet of parchment with his name in big letters written across the page. I shook my head, "Ron, look at that goblet. If your parchment gets in it, there will be no more room for other names."
Ron shrugged, "More chance for me to get chosen, Harry."
Hermione dryly commented, "More chance to get caught and punished. I reckon a few weeks without dinner would be the cruelest punishment."
I gave his parchment back, "A small parchment with your name and school, Ron. You have all day, I will let it be put in tomorrow morning."
Ron asked, "What about you, Harry? Will you put your name in?"
I shook my head, "Why would I? Everyone knows the Boy Who Bloody Lived, and 1000 Galleons is less than what I earn each month from rent and businesses. Why in Merlin's name would I want to entertain others? Why should I put myself in danger, Ron? To entertain the public? What am I? A Clown?"
I got serious, "I can tell you one thing, Ron. If my name comes out of that Goblet, I might put a bounty of 10,000 Galleons on the heads of the ones that organized this blood game and a 100,000 Galleons on the head that put my name in. I would be that angry. Eternal glory sucks, Ron."
I said that to scare any hidden Dark Lord who had a manic compulsion to put listening charms everywhere. Would he listen? Would he stop Barty? Nah, he will allow it… For the Greater Good, of course.
I decided to throw him a hint, "Ron, I heard from the twins that your two oldest brothers are in the country. Charlie is a Dragon handler. What are the odds of him bringing a few of them along for the first task? Can you face a dragon, Ron?"
Ron froze up for a minute, you could actually see what he was thinking… Ah! There it is! He must have remembered that Charlie said they would see him sooner than they thought! The twins heard me too, and got the hint even faster.
One of the twins said, "Angelina, we changed our mind. You'd better change yours too. How can they say the tasks won't be as dangerous when they put a dragon in front of you? Charlie was nagging for a week about how dangerous nesting mothers are… they let the champions face nesting mothers? Are they barmy?… That was why Charlie said it was good that we are not seventeen years old yet!"
Fleur and Bernadette paled. Fleur asked, "How certain are you that they use Dragons at the first task, Harry?"
I answered, "After listening to the twins, I would say 90%, Fleur, with a 70% chance of them being nesting mothers. I suppose you have to steal something from their nest. Ron, how many wizards are needed to handle a dragon? You told me at least ten of them, even more if they have eggs."
Ron slowly nodded, "Charlie said so, the last week of the holidays. He kept on nagging about how dangerous nesting mothers are. Blimey! Are they mental?"
I asked to be sure, "Ron, do you still want to put your name in that Goblet? They might not use Dragons for all the tasks, only the first one. Maybe the second task is to steal some eggs from the Acromantula colony in the Forbidden Forest. No, that is in mid-winter, they are hibernating, I bet the second task will be in the Black Lake. Imagine swimming in ice-cold water, all the way down, to fight the mermaids. You will probably face the Acromantula at the third task."
The info that the first task is nesting mothers cooled a lot of hotheads. Even Fleur had second thoughts. I asked her, "Fleur? Why do you want to compete? What do you have to prove, or to whom?"
Fleur answered, "To prove that Veela are more than a pretty face who use their allure to entrap males."
I shook my head, "Even when you win this tournament, will it change their minds? Or will they be even more cautious, now that they know Veela are powerful?"
Fleur groaned, "They will be more on guard when they are dealing with us. The syndicates will use more men when they try to abduct us."
I shrugged, "I would not risk my life facing a nesting dragon, just to entertain some schoolkids and to inflate the ego of the teaching staff."
Xxxxx
The news of nesting dragons spread like wildfire. Suddenly, fewer candidates were willing to put their name in that Goblet. I heard that Krum said his career is more important than some silly school tournament.
At the end of the day, not a single student has put his or her name in the Goblet. The prospect of facing a dragon mother is a good deterrent. Fleur told us at dinner at the Ravenclaw table that not one student from Beaubatons is going to put their name in voluntarily.
She said, "Madame Maxime could not deny that they would be using nesting Mothers at the first task. They told us it would not be as dangerous as it was two hundred years ago, but bringing nesting Dragons proves the opposite. I will not put my name in, Harry."
One of the Durmstrang students at the next table, who heard Fleur, commented, "Da, we had the same discussion on the ship. Facing challenges, yes, but facing dragons is the same madness as two hundred years ago. We won't be putting our names in."
Who said Wizards don't have common sense? Although going up against a dragon mother is a 50% chance of getting killed, and a 75% chance of getting burned. Making the tournament safer? What are they going to do? Tape the dragon's mouth shut? I was happy to explain the dangers of facing nesting Mothers. At the same time, Hermione was reciting facts about dragon fire and which species are the most dangerous.
The Goblet was still empty at the end of the day. Tomorrow is Samhain, and the selection of the champions begins. I wonder how they will convince the students to put their names in. The book was vague about the people who planned the tasks. I doubt the Headmasters would agree to the tournament if they don't know what the tasks would be like.
It has to be, who would agree to revive a tournament that was canceled two hundred years ago for the death toll without making sure everyone will survive this time? What troubles would they face if their champion dies? That would be a career-ending decision. Then why would they agree to use nesting dragons?
Ah, right, Half-Giant, Death Eater, and Old Moron, who is trying to relive his past glory. I bet they never saw a dragon up close. Norberta doesn't count. They look worried now, though.
Xxxxx
We had visitors an hour before curfew. Fleur and Bernadette entered our private quarters. Fleur said, after a tour of the rooms, "I am impressed by the size of your bed, Harry. Are all the girls sleeping with you? How do you manage? You must be exhausted every night."
I shrugged, "I used to be exhausted, Fleur, but I can manage it now. I keep it at slow songs. Heavy Metal or Hard Rock songs are nice and satisfying, but the girls love them too much and keep themselves from cumming until the song is done."
Bernadette asked intelligently, "Huh? What songs?"
Hannah was glad to explain, "Harry only has intercourse with Hermione. We need to stay virgins until next year's Winter Solstice for a Ritual. Harry is only allowed to satisfy us orally. He uses his Parseltongue for it… he is very skilled at that."
Fleur hugged me, "My poor, poor Harry! You have a bed full of girls, and your Dude is not allowed to claim their pussies as yours. That must be torture!"
I hugged her back and sighed, "I know, Fleur. Eating their pussies is fun too, but I so want to shag them that it hurts. Their blow and hand jobs are great, but Dude wants to shoot his load deep inside their kitties."
Bernadette asked, "How are you managing that? It must be hard for all not to take the last step to confirm your relationship."
Susan nodded, "It is really hard. We had to put our strap-ons away, or we would have popped a few cherries already."
Bernadette's eyes sparkled, "You have a strap-on? I always wanted to try one out."
Hermione sighed, "It feels great when Hannah or Susan is penetrating me while I am sucking Harry's Dude. They promised me to double penetrate me while I suck Dude. I'm getting horny just thinking about it."
I patted Hermione's leg, "We are having sex in private, to prevent overstimulating the girls. We do take turns at night in bed, the girls decide on the rotation."
Luna sighed, "Fleur, Harry kissing my pussy is the best! He can let me cum every five minutes. I pass out after an hour." She pouted, "I have to wait two years for my Hubby's Dude or that trap-on."
Daphne asked, "Bernadette, are you a Veela too?"
Bernadette hugged Fleur, "No, I'm not. Fleur and I are close friends from our first year in Beaubatons. We got intimate in our third year, and have been together since."
Bernadette looked at me and said, "You missed me by a week. I was with my parents in July and joined Fleur in August. She told me all about you. Hearing Fleur tell me in detail how you fucked Hermione in front of her while she and Luna were masturbating made me horny. Just thinking about it makes me horny."
We looked at each other, Daphne shrugged, and said, "Check for listening and tracking spells first."
Hermione checked, "One tracking charm on Fleur, an old one… from your parents perhaps, Fleur?"
Fleur nodded, "All Veela children have them. It saved a lot of lives. Why did you need to check?"
Tracey answered while she stripped out of her clothes, "Because Dumbledore makes it a hobby to put listening spells on everything and everyone. Why don't we take this to the bedroom? I bet Susan and Hannah are fetching their strap-ons as we speak."
Padma commented, "And we are all curious about Veela. Hermione's stories made us horny too."
Fleur turned to me with a question in her eyes. I nodded, "The girls gave permission, Fleur. If you want, you and Bernadette can join us for a night of fun. The bed is big enough."
I pulled her into a hug and whispered in her ear, "I can't wait to fuck my Florine, do you have the ring with you?"
Fleur shook her head, "I left it at home, Harry." She whispered in my ear, "You will have to fuck Fleur, Harry. I want you to fuck me, Harry."
Slowly, I started to strip her out of her clothes, savoring every moment of it. Hermione and Luna stripped Bernadette. Once naked, we guide them to our bed and lay them in the middle, surrounded by nine naked girls and one guy with a rock-hard Dude.
Luna said, "Start with your Parseltongue, Hubby. Let Fleur scream to Lilith, the queen of Succubi."
I smiled when I straddled Bernadette, "First, I want to have their kisses, Luna. I want to taste their lips before I taste their nipples and clit."
I bent forward and locked my lips with Bernadette, Hermione took Fleur's lips and started snogging. Bernadette began to heat up when my hands roamed on her tits. She has a nice pair, with hard, pink nipples, begging to be sucked… which I did, of course.
Slowly, I worked my way down until I reached her fine, trimmed pussy, §I wish you a Merry Christmas, I wish you a Merry Christmas, I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!§
That was enough to set Bernadette off, {Oh my god! That snaketongue is demonic! Encore!}
I switched with Hermione after Bernadette got her second high. Fleur looked expectantly at me. I kissed her long and hard, with Bernadette's pussy juice still on my lips. Since it was not something she hadn't tasted before, I did not bother to use a cleaning spell.
I whispered, "I am going to worship this body, Fleur."
Fleur moaned, "Do as you like, ma chérie. I waited a long time for this."
I worked my way down, just as with Bernadette, at Fleur's clit, §I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know, where the treetops listen, and Fleur comes screaming...§
That was as far as I got to let Fleur cum as never before. Fleur had several aftershocks until she came back to Earth. "Harry! That… That… I want to feel it again, ma chérie!"
I grinned, don't mind if I do, §Sing it to the deer in the sky. Sing it as they jingle, jingle, jingle tonight. Sing it to the moon, set it free. You're the angel on the top of my tree… I can not remember the rest, but this is enough!§
Fleur rose to the second top of the night, but not the last one. I smiled at her and told her, "What makes this work is that the girls all participate in the fun. Daphne, Susan, she is ready for more."
Daphne and Susan went all Yuri on Fleur, kissing and sucking her body, while I sang another song to her pussy. Then I replaced my tongue with Dude and started nice and slow, Fleur grabbed the closest thing, which were Susan's tits, and sucked on them. Daphne slid her hand down and rubbed Fleur's clit. That combination got Fleur's fourth time after five minutes, and a snatch full of my spunk.
Panting, she said, "That was magnifique! Susan! J'ai envie de goûter à ta chatte."
Susan chuckled while she put her snatch on Fleur's mouth, "Here, because you asked it so nicely. Taste it, Fleur, you made my juices flow, eat my cunt."
Dude needs some time to get in working order. Daphne took over by filling Fleur's snatch full of fingers and using her other hand to rub her clit.
I got behind Daphne and whispered in her ear, "You look so damn hot, Daphne. Make room for me at your pussy. I want to kiss it until you scream."
Daphne got on her knees and spread her legs so I could slide my head underneath. §I Saw Mommy Kissing SantaClaus! Wow! Mommy's kissing SantaClaus! I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus! He looked just like Dad with a beard! I don't remember the rest!§
Daphne shuddered when she collapsed on Fleur and me. I felt someone work on my Dude to get him back in action, Padma, no doubt. I have to reward her later. Now I have to get Daphne off my face before I suffocate. Padma revived Dude, she pointed at Bernadette, "Serve the guests first, love."
Dude went into Bernadette's snatch with one stroke and took her for a ride through pleasure land. Bernadette was getting it from all sides. Hermione with kisses, Luna working on the boobs, and Hannah with her hand between my Dude and Bernadette's snatch. With a sensory overload, she called upon Lilith for help. Two orgasms later, she was spent.
To let her recuperate, I sang my songs for all the girls. Tonight it was a Christmas theme. Bernadette watched it happen and sighed, {Mon Dieu! He can do all of us with that tongue demonique! And he fucks like a demon too.}
Hannah had her strap-on attached and said, "He does, now, Bernadette, how do you want to experience my strap-on Dude? Missionary or Doggy style?"
Bernadette lay on her back, "I want to look at your face when you fuck me with that, Hannah. I want to feel your tits and your lips on mine. Fuck me, Hannah!"
Fleur pushed me down, got Dude inside, and lay on top of me, moving slowly, savoring the feeling of our bodies pressing together. Susan went behind Fleur and poked her butt hole. Fleur looked behind her at Susan, smiled, and nodded, "Use Lube, Susan."
It was a weird feeling. I could feel Susan's strap-on move inside Fleur, vibrating. Fleur seems to enjoy it. She was working toward a huge climax. Susan cheered, "Take it all in, Fleur! I love fucking your beautiful ass!"
That is what worries me, Susan. It is a small step from Fleur's ass to mine, and I am not a fan. I can not even do that to them, it could be viewed as taking their first time. So Parseltongue until I am out of songs. Fleur came long and hard. Susan pulled out, but Fleur didn't move. Dude was still hard as rock.
After a minute, she came to her senses. She moaned, "Merde, Harry! This was by far the best shag I had with a man. It comes close with Females too." She got in the cowgirl position and started moving, "You are not finished, Harry. I will ride you until you fill my pussy, then I will eat your girls' pussies, Harry. You made this a night to remember."
Fleur kept her word, assisted by me, she went from one girl to the next, eating them out until they screamed to Morgana. Silently in a corner were two girls mumbling, "Two more years, two more years…"
We fell asleep, tired and well fucked, Bernadette had a big smile; she got double-teamed by Hannah and Susan and fucking loved it. Fleur's last words before she fell asleep: "We want to do this more, Harry."
Xxxxx
Pinky and Finny, the House Elves on duty, cleaned the outfits of Fleur and Bernadette. We got ready for the day after a long morning group shower. The only concession I made to Ginny and Astoria was allowing them to join the group in the shower. Daphne and Luna made sure to keep them away from me. At most, I washed their hair.
We ate our breakfast at the Puffs. I asked around, "Did anyone put their name in yet?"
Cedric Diggory scoffed, "And face a mother dragon? Thank you, Harry, for warning us. I was planning to put my name in, but now I know about the dragons? I'm not that crazy. I doubt that Goblet got one name."
I pointed out, "This is an ideal moment to settle grudges, Cedric. Write the name you want to screw over, confound it with a spell, and put the name in under another school's name. That way, he or she will get selected."
Cedric frowned, "That is very specific, Harry, and might I say possible. Will that happen, you think?"
I chuckled, "Cedric, I have been a pain in the butt for Dumbledore from last July… bloody hell! That is a nasty mental picture… Hermione's butt, Luna's, Daphne's, Tracey's, Susan's, Hannah's, Almost there, Padma's, Fleur's, Bernadette's… Aahh!… what were we talking about?"
Cedric shrugged, "Can't remember, my mind went astray."
Luna commented, "Our butts have the power to do that."
Fleur nodded with a sigh, "True, when I look at those butts, my mind fixates on them and can't think of something else."
I continued my conversation with Cedric, "I bet Dumbledore arranged for my name to come out of that goblet. I have to compete, one way or the other. It could be Moody who will put my name in; I banned his X-ray eye and prevented him from casting Imperio on his students. I bet he is very mad at me. Another candidate is Snape. I pulled his fangs and took Slytherin House away from him. McGonagall is one too. I clipped her claws and took Gryffindor House away from her."
I thought for a bit and added, "Hooch has a grudge too, so does Flitwick and Hagrid."
Cedric laughed, "That is quite a list, Harry. You can scratch Hagrid from that list. These days, he is sniffing around Madame Maxime and can't think of anything else. Why is Hooch mad at you? You gave her new brooms!"
Smiling, I explained how I got an extra Firebolt, and ended with, "I lent one of them to Ginny, she is going to be a substitute Chaser and Seeker. They grind their teeth every time they watch Ginny fly."
Cedric whistled, "Firebolts cost a fortune! But you did the right thing, Harry. They should have thought about it themselves."
Throughout the day, we saw Madam Maxime and Karakov discuss with, and sometimes shout at, their students. No doubt about putting their names in the Goblet. Our Professors were putting pressure on the upper years. They stopped when they were asked to swear on their Magic that there would be no Dragons at the first task. I might have put that suggestion in their head.
Xxxxx
What passed by unnoticed was the trial of the Death Eaters of the World Cup. The Ministry put a lot of pressure on the newspapers to keep a lid on it. Twenty respectable purebloods got put on trial, questioned with Veritaserum, and lost their heads, literally!
They confessed to enough crimes on the continent to get that punishment. Somehow, the list of fellow Death Eaters that got named at the trial got lost on the way to the Ministry. That must have cost a lot of Galleons!
The result? The Junior Death Eaters are keeping a low profile. They know Madam Bones is on the warpath and is waiting for them to misbehave, especially the Ferret… Fuck! One of them could have put my name in it too!
Xxxxx
The time is near! The dinner plates disappear, and the lights are dimmed. With a sour face, Dumbledore went to the Goblet. He said, "We are disappointed in our students, so many have refused to put their name in the goblet. It is clearly a stain on the honor of their school."
He turned to the Goblet and said, "Let us hope that some brave students put their name in the Goblet, so that we can hold this Tournament."
I shouted out loud, "Go face those dragons yourself, Albus. We are brave, not stupid. No honor is worth risking your life for."
From all sides came voices to tell him where he could put that Honor. Dumbledore fumed. This was supposed to be his moment, to be the center of attention!
He saw the fire of the Goblet change, "Ah! There is still a brave one among us!… The name is..."
17 Too many Champions!
Dumbledore stopped talking and looked at the parchment. He could not believe it! It said:
Albus Percival xxxxxx xxxx Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Order of Merlin (First Class)
Grand Sorcerer.
Student of The School of The Delusional Dark Lords, and Mentally ill.
Dumbledore's head snapped at me. I adjusted my glasses a bit with my middle finger. Ah, he got the message. If you try to fuck with me, I'll screw you… Wrong expression! I just did a brain vomit! Quick! Think about something else! Last night! Fucking Fleur! Fleur getting her ass plowed by Susan and her Strap-on… Wrong memory! Fucking Bernadette! Bernadette is getting double penetrated by Hannah and Susan's Strap-Ons. WTF? I need a memory without an ass getting violated!
Luna, my innocent, lovely Luna! I sighed. That was close. Luna, who sat next to me, patted my leg and whispered, "Next year, after the Winter Solstice, Hubby. I can hardly wait. Susan needs to get a smaller model, though."
Crap! No! Shit… not that either! Fuck! That's better, a safe choice.
The Goblet spat another name out. Dumbledore took the name and read:
Igor Kakaroff
Headmaster of Durmstrang Institute.
Student of The School of The Phony Redeemed Death Eaters and Imperio Fakers
Dumbledore looked at me again. He could guess where I got his name and signature from, but where did he get Igor's? Hmm, my glasses slipped down again. I'll use my trusted middle finger… done.
The third piece of Parchment completed the set:
Madame Olympe Maxime
Directrice de l'Académie de Magie de Beauxbâtons.
Étudiant de l'École des Skelegrow addicts et des Demi-Géants.
By now, Igor and Maxime had come to see what was wrong; three names came out, and Dumbledore kept quiet. That is odd, usually they can't stop him from running his mouth. Without a comment, Dumbledore gave the pieces of parchment to the newly elected champions. He was just in time to catch the fourth parchment. Ah! This was more like it! "Harry Potter!"
I called out loud, "No! And it is a 100 Galleon fine for calling me Harry Potter, Albus."
Dumbledore held the parchment up and said, "Harry, your name is on this paper; it clearly says, Harry Potter!"
I shook my head, "I don't care, I did not put my name in that Goblet, so I don't have to join your circus. That is a 100 Galleon fine for Harry Potter and a 1000 Galleon fine for Harry, Albus."
Another paper got airborne and landed in Dumbledore's hand. He frowned, "Harry Potter!"
I shouted, "That is another 100 Galleon fine, Albus!"
Dumbledore waved the parchment and said, "You don't understand, Harry, your name came out a second time!"
I nodded, "And this is a second 1000 Galleon fine, Albus. It is Lord Slytherin to you. And it is still NO!"
The next one flew up and fluttered down in Dumbledore's hand. He sighed, "Harry Potter!"
I called out, "Headmaster! Have you lost the last of your marbles? That is three times my name came out of a Goblet that you warded off. Did you put my name in, Headmaster? What names are on the first three?"
Another one landed in Dumbledore's hand. He paused, frowned, and called out, "Ronald Weasley!"
Huh? Why did that moron put his name in? No, he didn't, not by the look on his face… The Ferret is looking too smug. I am going to have a few words with the Ferret soon.
One of the twins stood on the table and yelled, "Ron is fourteen, you old tosser! What is he going to do against a nesting dragon? Are you insane?"
Another flash, and Dumbledore read aloud, "Fleur Delacour!"
Fleur stood up and loudly protested, "I did not put my name in that cup!"
That must be because she is my friend. This is becoming a clusterfuck, especially when the next name was "Victor Krum!"
Krum also started to curse, "I did not put my name in that Goblet! The incompetent fool who arranged this joke of an age line will have words with my lawyers."
Dumbledore defended himself, "Mr Krum, my age line was enough to prevent the students under age 17 from putting their names in."
Krum pointed at me, "Mr Potter's name came out three times, old fool! He is fourteen years old! So is the Weasley boy! I doubt you are in control of your own bowel movements. I should have left this madhouse yesterday."
From all sides, the students agreed with Krum's words. Bagman, as one of the organizers, asked loudly, "For the record, Dumbledore, what are the first three names? They need to be called out loud in a limited time span, or there will be repercussions."
Reluctantly, Dumbledore answered, "The first three names are Albus Dumbledore, Igor Kakaroff, and Olympe Maxime. Something must have gone wrong."
When the students heard the names of their Headmasters come out of the Goblet, they started laughing and called it divine punishment. There are still nine Champions, two for each, and I have a threesome.
I asked out loud, "Wait a minute! What schools am I representing? I reckon Ron is for Hogwarts. No lies, Dumbledore, Miss Bones has called the DMLE when my name came out of the Goblet! They will be here within half an hour."
Dumbledore read from the parchment, "Ronald Weasley, from the School of Blood Traitors and Bad Table Manners."
Ron fumed and jumped on his bench, "I am not a Blood Traitor!"
Everyone started laughing when he did not comment on the table manners. Somehow, he became an attraction, a showcase. It has its own thrill, like going to a horror movie, riding a roller coaster, or going to the zoo at feeding time.
Ah! Aunty Amelia is here with two teams. Aunty went to our table to hear it from Susan, while the two teams took their positions in the Hall. Susan started explaining the last few days and the refusal to put their names in when we found out the first task was nesting dragons.
Susan came to the current problems, "The names of the Three Headmasters came out of the Goblet, and Miss Delacour's and Mr Krum's names. Both told us they did not put their name in. Worse of all, Ronald Weasley's name came out, he is fourteen years old, clearly underage. Aunty, Harry's name came out too! Three times! This whole thing is a disaster!"
I held my wand up, "I swear on my Magic that I did not put my name in, nor did I ask a student or professor to put my name in that Goblet! Lumos! It must have been someone with a grudge."
Fleur fumed, "I suspect Madame Maxime! I have the best grades of the students. Not one student participating would be a stain on her reputation. I guess it is the same for Mr Krum."
Fleur turned to me and asked, "Harry, can I have a room in your quarters, please? For Bernadette too, please?"
Hermione answered in my place, "Fleur, Bernadette, and you are always welcome to stay for as long as you want."
Xxxxx
The Champions were called to the antechamber with the officials. Ah, there are reporters present from France, from wherever Durmstrang is located, and one from the Prophet. Hmm, Snape is not here? He learned common sense? The four heads of Houses are here, and Moody. The Aurors are here too, of course. I called The Hoggy and six more Elves to watch for Wandless Magic.
Here is my dilemma: Why the fuck would I keep that lunatic Barty in school? He is getting dangerous. Now that there are nine champions, to let me win the trophy, he will have to start killing the competition. Fake Moody will have to take risks.
When the shouting stopped, I commented, "I know of two who put my name in the Goblet, one is Dumbledore. Stupefy! The other is Barty Crouch… Nah, Stupefy! Not that Hitler wannabee, I mean fake Moody. If you wait for a bit, his Polyjuice wears off. Check his flask."
One of the Aurors checked the flask, "Polyjuice, Madam Bones."
I pointed at the Hitler wannabee, "That old guy with his offensive mustache is Imperio'd, and you will find the real Moody in the DADA teacher's room."
I showed the Map to Amelia, with all the names as proof. She got in action, "Tonks! Barts! Go to the DADA room and get Moody. If he needs medical care, take him to St Mungo's. Robarts! Full body search on fake Moody and Crouch senior."
Dumbledore offered, "We can question him here, Amelia. I am sure Severus has some Veritaserum in stock."
Aunty glared at him, "First of all, it is Director Bones to you, old man. Secondly, interrogations are done in holding cells in a controlled environment; we don't need the advice from a stumbling old man who wants to put his nose in places where it doesn't belong. Third, if Severus has Veritaserum in stock, he will be arrested. Even when a Potion Master brews a batch, it needs to be registered at the Ministry and stored in a designated secure place. Well, Dumbledore? Does your Severus have a batch of Veritaserum?"
Dumbledore back paddled, "No, he hasn't, Amelia, he must have brewed a new batch perhaps."
I spoke up, "2000 Galleon fine for disrespectfully addressing Director Bones with her given name. Dumbledore, tomorrow Professor Snape will deliver ALL his Veritaserum to the DMLE. He has to swear an oath that he delivered all of them, and did not sell or give some of them away between now and tomorrow at the DMLE. Failing to do so will cost him his job and yours."
I smiled at Aunty, "That is necessary for the student's safety, it will serve the Greater Good."
Ron sat on a chair against a wall, shaking his head, mumbling inside, "Madness, I am death. If that dragon doesn't kill me, Mum will finish the job. I am done for."
Krum asked, "What will happen now? Nine names came out of the Goblet."
Bagman shrugged, "Crouch knows the rulebook inside out, so I never bothered to read the rules."
Fleur commented, "There are two ways, one, we cancel the selection because the Goblet has been corrupted. Second, all nine compete in the tasks."
Madame Maxime protested, "We can not compete! We are listed as judges, that is a conflict of interest!"
Fleur pointed Maxime to a fact, "Your name came out of the Goblet, Madame. What will happen when you don't compete? What school do you represent?"
Madame Maxime answered angrily, "Étudiant de l'École des Skelegrow addicts et des Demi-Géants. It is insulting and demeaning! Whoever put my name in is targeting me."
Fleur grinned, "You entered as a student from a different school, Madame Maxime, even when there is no school for Skelegrow addicts or Half Giants. You have to compete. The rules say that if you are compromised, the Deputy Headmaster has to substitute."
With an angry face, Krum added, "I say we cancel and go home. Kakaroff can explain there how and why my name came out of the Goblet."
Ron heard the last command and jumped up, "CANCEL IT! I want it canceled! I did not put my name in that cup, and I don't want to fight a dragon!"
Hmm, the pig managed to collect some brain cells. There is still hope for him. There is one snag, though. Canceling has to be done unanimously by the three Headmasters, and Dumbledore needs this tournament to keep his job. He must have read Barty's mind and know all about Voldemort's plan.
There it is. Dumbledore stubbornly said, "We can not cancel it, we invested too much time and our reputations in this tournament. Canceling will cost us our reputation and our position in the Magic community. Doing the tasks will show everyone our skills and prove that the tasks can be done to the public."
Aunty added, "And Canceling will get you eight months sooner in Azkaban, Dumbledore."
Dumbledore mulishly said, "All I did and do is for the Greater Good, Amelia. One day you will understand."
"1000 Galleon fine, Dumbledore. Choose your words wisely, because I am acting for the Greater Good, and my Good is Greater than yours. Tell me, when was the last time St Mungo's checked up on you?"
I turned to Aunty, "Director Bones, I fear for the mental stability of the Headmaster. Can you contact St Mungos tomorrow to send a few healers, including one mind healer? He keeps forgetting good manners, there must be something wrong with his mind."
Tonk's Jack Russel dog Patronus appeared before Aunty. "We found Moody in his trunk. We take him to St Mungos now."
Aunty glared at Dumbledore, "So much for being good friends. I'd rather be your enemy, Dumbledore, it is not healthy being your friend."
I chuckled, "All for his Smaller Good, Director Bones. He would kill his sister for his Selfish Good. Hmm? Maybe he did!"
I got serious, "Hoggy, seal the headmaster's office for everyone, even for Fawkes. Pack Dumbledore's possessions and Fawkes and put them in a guest room. He is now a student from another school and has no business in that office. Only Dumbledore's true possessions, Hoggy, not the ones he claimed or stole over the years. Give his Vault keys to Gringotts, and tell them to hand them over after he settles all his debts and fines."
Dumbledore protested, "Harry! You can not do that! I am needed here! You don't know the damage you are causing to the nation!"
I turned to Dumbledore and stopped his protests, "You are relieved from all your functions, Albus. As of now, you are a Triwizard Champion of the School of the Delusional Dark Lords and Mentally Ill. You are compromised and can not fulfill your duties."
Dumbledore's head snapped to attention. "How do you know what school I represent, Harry? Were you the one who put my name in the Goblet? That is sabotaging the tournament, Harry, and can cost you your Magic."
I grinned, "2000 Galleon fine, Dumbledore. I just recognized that paper. I even wrote the school's name on it. I did not put it in, Albus. I just said that I hope that it will go in the Goblet if that old bastard puts my name in the Goblet. Did you put my name in it, Albus?"
That made him back off. Hmm… let's try another trope. I raised my wand and proclaimed, "I, as Lord Slytherin, terminate the position of Headmaster from Albus Percival Dumbledore due to conflicting interests. His functions will be temporarily handed over to the Deputy Headmistress. So, Mote, It Be!"
That must have been fun! I saw the wards and other Magics leave his body and shift to Kitty. It made him ten years older. I spoke up, "Minerva, if you take one command or request from Dumbledore, then I'll kick you out, too."
The best part? The journalists are using their quick notes quills at a hundred miles an hour! Tomorrow's paper will sell like hot cakes!
I gave a last jab, "Hoggy, any meeting with Dumbledore has to be done with at least four Elves to prevent him from casting magic on you."
Xxxxx
We left the antechamber an hour later. Kakaroff and Maxime, as students from another school, are getting a room in the castle too, should their school officials decide they need to separate from the students.
Fleur came along with me and asked, "How much of this chaos is your work, Harry?"
I answered, "I knew that my name would come out of the Goblet, so I made sure I was not alone. I arranged for the headmasters to be selected. I had nothing to do with your name coming out, neither Krum's nor Weasley's."
I comforted her, "I doubt they will use the dragons for the task. Nine nesting dragons will be hard to find."
We entered our quarters and were swamped with questions. Fleur explained what happened in the antechamber and the results that came out of it. She ended with, "We will have to compete. The former Headmaster refused to cancel the selection or declare it invalid."
Bernadette yawned, "Save it for tomorrow, I'm tired and want to go to bed. We can still sleep in the big bed, I hope?"
Hermione nodded, "Sleep, yes. Our periods started, so there will not be much action this week."
Bernadette shrugged, "It doesn't have to be an orgy every day. I love to snuggle too. That sometimes creates stronger emotional bonds than the ones you get from raw sex."
Fleur hugged Bernadette, "We started with snuggling, now I can't live without her."
Hannah put it together, she said, "You are a package deal like Susan and I, or Tracey and Daphne. Fleur needs to keep her name, so you are the main wife."
Fleur nodded, "We are. Too bad all the spots are taken, Harry was a fine candidate for a husband."
Hermione clarified, "We use these cuddle days to mingle with the sister wives. That way, we grow closer as a group. Eventually, we will form a coven."
We went to bed after I let Bonny deliver a few letters.
Xxxxx
At the breakfast table, Ron seems to have lost his appetite; he only loaded his plate twice, nervously looking up as the owls arrived. He is getting more attention besides watching him eat.
The headmasters preferred to take their meals in their private rooms. A smart move because the Daily Prophet arrived, and it was not flattering to them.
The Daily Prophet Headlined:
Triwizard Tournament turned into a sick joke!
Dear Readers!
Yesterday, this reporter witnessed the selection of Champions of the Triwizard Tournament. The one that was canceled two hundred years ago for the excessive death toll on the Champions and spectators.
You may not know, the selection is made by putting your name and school on a piece of Parchment, and putting it in a Magical Goblet, the Goblet of Fire. It will then spit out three names, one from each school.
Yesterday, the Goblet did not spit three names out, but a total of NINE names! Headmaster Dumbledore concealed the first three names. The fourth name was surprisingly Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived! Despite the age line, set to seventeen years minimum by Dumbledore. A fourteen-year-old boy's name came out of the Goblet! That was not the end of it! Two more times, the Goblet of Fire spat Harry Potter's name out!
The seventh name was a surprise too, Ronald Weasley, a classmate of Harry Potter, also fourteen years old. By now, the confusion was complete! Three mystery names, three times Harry Potter, then Harry Potter's friend! The last two names made more sense, Fleur Delacour and Victor Krum, both top students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, until they declared that they did not enter their names.
The reason they did not enter their names, you ask? The students found out that the first task was to face nesting Dragon mothers!
Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons testified, "They promised us the task would not be as deadly as in the past. The Tournament was canceled for a reason. Facing a brooding Dragon is not my definition of not as deadly. We refused to put our names in the Goblet."
Victor Krum, the star of the last Quidditch World Cup, commented, "My career is more important to me than to die or get maimed in a school tournament. Whoever designed the tasks is a fool or a sadist."
Dear Readers, the reason Dumbledore did not announce the first three names is that they were the names of the Headmasters! Registered under the name of another school, all three names of the Headmasters came out of the Goblet!
Dumbledore's supposed school is Student of The School of The Delusional Dark Lords, and Mentally ill.
Igor Kakaroff's school is named: The School of the Phony Redeemed Death Eaters and Imperio Fakers
Madame Olympe Maxime's school is: Étudiant de l'École des Skelegrow addicts et des Demi-Géants.
Whoever put their names in clearly holds grudges against the Headmasters, probably for allowing Dragons to be used at the first task.
Dumbledore showed his true colors by refusing to cancel the Tournament, knowing that he would be arrested if he did.
The reporter gave an accurate description of what happened in the Antechamber, including a Polyjuiced Moody and an Imperio'd Crouch. He ended with:
Dear Readers, "Hogwarts turned into a madhouse! How could Dumbledore not have noticed a close friend being replaced by a Polyjuiced man? It is only right that Lord Slytherin relieved Dumbledore from his job and demanded healers from St Mungo's to do a medical check-up.
This Reporter will keep you informed!
C. Holmes reporting
J. Watson photograph.
Mistakes and crimes of Dumbledore in the last decades, more on Page 2
What are the odds of surviving the Triwizard Tournament? Statistics on Page 3
Lord Slytherin's betrothed, widows before their marriage? Self-help groups listed on Page 4
Whose idea was it to use Dragons? We will find out, suspects are on Page 4
TWW: We hope Lord Potter survives. He just made it to the top of most sexy bachelors.
The President Harry Potter fan club testified: Harry will win, he battles dragons for sport. If not, we will comfort the widows.
The New President of the Harry Potter fan club declared: Harry Potter will have our full support.
Xxxxx
At the end of breakfast, an old, tired owl flew in. Errol, with a red smoking letter, landed on Ron's plate. With shaking hands, Ron took the letter from Errol's paw.
The letter flew up, and Molly's voice filled the Great Hall, "RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU TO GET SELECTED! YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS DRAGONS ARE! WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU! DRAGONS WILL BE THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES! Oh, Ginny, I will send you a new set of panties next week."
That was two in one! Ginny had her head on the table and covered it with her hands. Ron was shaking his head, repeating time after time, "I did not put my name in that cup! I didn't put my name in!"
Ron thought of something. How did his mum know? His head snapped at the twins, and he glared at them, "You told Mum! Why?"
One of the twins answered, "We had to, Ronnikins, you are underage, and Mum told us to keep an eye on you and to warn us if something happens."
The other twin shrugged, "And it was funny."
Ron pointed at Ginny, "Ginny is laughing, alright. So is Hermione, Luna, Susan, Hannah, Padma, and the three snakes."
The twins' heads turned to the Slytherin table where we are having breakfast, and they noticed nine death glares directed at them. Suddenly, they felt their life expectancy go down, way down. The smart thing to do was to make a tactical retreat.
We got distracted when the doors of the Great Hall slammed open… they were open just a minute ago? It must be a spell that closes the doors when visitors arrive.
A team from Gringotts arrived, followed by Cutthroat, my Account Manager. He spotted me and came over, "Lord Potter? We said to hire us a few weeks in advance, not a few hours. But… we understand the urgency. Lead the way, please."
I nodded, "Thank you for your fast response. If you have some extra time later on, I will show you where I get my Basilisk venom from."
18 A day with Goblins.
Cutthroat glared at me, "One of these days, we will sit down and have a long talk, Lord Potter."
I nodded and said with a big grin, "Someday we will. But for now, there is a job to do."
I held my hand up and informed him, "I told Director Bones yesterday of my plans, she will be here in an hour. We can start without them."
Xxxxx
Classes started, so the Professors are occupied. We entered the office, then I made my demands, "That old bastard is more afraid of Death than Voldemort. A few years ago, he hid Flamel's stone and claimed it had been destroyed. It is here, hidden, probably with a Fidelius. Check the paintings too. There is no way they are helping him voluntarily. Last, I suspect he has bloodbound trackers on me. I don't care if you tear this place down. Keep the paintings whole, though."
Several paintings protested, I held my hand up and said, "All I do is for the Greater Good! Who are you to judge me? I am Lord Slytherin! My Greater Good is more important than the one from that scheming fraud!"
I saw the Sword of Griffindor on the wall behind the throne… probably a replica. I pointed to the sword and said to Cutthroat, "Cutthroat, can you check if it's the real one?"
One of the oldest curse breakers examined the showcase, "Several alert charms, a complicated locking spell, I need some tools for this one."
"Reducto! Ah? The case is open! It is all yours to examine, Master Curse Breaker." I said with a smile.
The old curse breaker nodded, "You should consider a career in curse-breaking, boy. You have the right attitude. Hmm... It looks like Goblin Silver, it is an impressive copy, not the real thing."
I commented, "Last time I pulled it out of the sorting hat. Maybe it returned. Wait, I'll check."
I put the hat on and started my conversation, "Hey, Hat, do you know where Godrick's sword is stashed?"
Hatty didn't answer, but I felt him digging through my memories. Finally, his voice sounded in my head, it said, 'Strange, you are not the original Harry, yet the rings of the Lords accepted your claims. They should have detected the anomaly and refused you.'
I thought back, 'Maybe I am the real one with an extra set of memories. Those memories helped me more than what that old bastard did for me. I hope you're not one of his fans.'
Hat, thought for a bit, finally he said, 'Think hard that you need the sword, Lord Slytherin, no, Lord Potter. Your blood carries the main line of Griffindor. The sword will come… If you are worthy.'
I thought hard about needing the sword. I should have taken the hat off. The sword landed hilt-first on my head. Swearing under my breath, I took the hat off and grabbed the hilt. I pulled the sword out and said, "This is the real one. Be careful, it tasted Basilisk Venom. A nick can get you to meet your ancestors up close."
The old Curse Breaker studied the sword, "I heard about this sword, it will come to its true owner, but only if he deserves it."
Cutthroat confirmed it, "That is true, if you can summon the sword, you can claim the Lordship of Griffindor for one Generation. Several Houses have Gryffindor blood and have the right to summon the sword. I advise you to claim the Lordship in Gringotts Hall with Ministry officials. That way, it can not be disputed by other heirs. In the past, only five Lord Griffindors claimed the sword, three of them Potters."
I nodded, "I'll pass by the day after tomorrow, after dinner, with my wife and betrothed."
Xxxxx
Madam Bones arrived, I told her, while showing Godrick's sword, "We already made a start. I pulled this one out of the sorting hat. Now we are going to focus on this desk."
We made firewood out of the desk, completely dismantling it. That thing was riddled with hidden drawers and secret compartments. A Fidelius can not hold onto a secret compartment if the desk is destroyed. We struck the mother-load when we found Dumbledore's Diaries… Journals, that sounds more manly. We all laughed when the password to read them was 'The Greater Good'.
Aunty Amelia frowned when she randomly started to read a journal. A few minutes later, she raged, "I am going to kill that scheming old bastard! This journal is from the Grindelwald war! He manipulated our forces to protect his Gelly! Dumbledore and Grindelwald were lovers! That is why he always slipped away from us! He got inside info from Dumbledore!"
Aunty Amelia turned to me, "I need your permission to deliver these journals to the Aurors of the ICW, Lord Slytherin. This involves the whole Wizarding community of Europe."
I asked the Old Curse breaker, "Can you make long-lasting copies from these journals? Director Bones can have the originals. I can make permanent copies, but have to prepare for it."
I could do that too, but I wanted to see how the Goblins do it with their ritual knives. A knife or a wand is not much different, they are just an aid to make casting easier. Aunty Amelia left with her stack of Journals through the Floo and reserved an emergency Floo to the ICW. Robarts was the one in charge of the Aurors.
The Curse Breakers called out when they found something new. One of them examined some trinkets on the windowsill. He frowned and said, "These artifacts are monitoring someone through Blood… Tracker, Listening, a Health Monitor, and a link to wards."
I froze. Could that creep still listen to me? Listening to how I made love with Hermione? How I made my girls cum with my Parseltongue? I am going to kill that bastard! I am going to skin him alive! I'll strangle him with his beard! I'm going to cut his limbs off one inch at a time! I am going to shove a baseball bat up his ass! No, he might like that... A Cricket bat!
The old Curse breaker shook his head when he examined the trinkets, "No, they started to malfunction some time ago. They are not only linked to blood, but also to Soul resonance. These lost half of their accuracy. Tracking and Listening are impossible with it."
That Old Curse Breaker just saved Dumbledore's life! It must have been when the Dementors sucked the old Harry out. But he had better not think he will get away with it. I reckon a day for the ICW to read the journals to gather enough evidence for his arrest and make it stick. I'll have my revenge at Lunch if he is still in his quarters.
Xxxxx
At lunch time, it was served in the Headmaster's office. I checked the map. Dumbledore is in his room. I excused myself and said, "I have to do an errand. I'll be right back."
I hurried to the RoR, imagined a small room protected from all detection. To hide my presence and Magic from Wizards and Phoenixes. When I entered the room, I imagined a small, open window, high up a wall in Dumbledore's quarters at his back. When the window appeared I immediately stupefied Dumbledore, and Expelliaramussed him from his wands, all three of them. Behold! The new owner of the Deathstick! 2/3th Master of Death! It recognizes me as its Master! Grovel before me!
Fawkes snapped his head at me. I held my hand out and said, "Come with me, Fawkes, there are curse breakers that can lift the bindings. Or you can stay here with him. You know he is a Dark Lord, don't you?"
Fawkes flew on my shoulder, I threw one of the wands back at Dumbledore, after I snapped it in half, not bothering to revive him… Meh, I'll stupefy him again with my Death Stick. McGonagall didn't like it when she got four of them at once in the fifth book. He'll survive two, if not? Meh.
Fawkes has to be done first. I closed the window, called Bonny, and gave her the Death Stick to put with the cloak, under heavy wards, of course. I made a door close to the stairs to the Headmaster's office. Heads turned to me when I walked in with Fawkes.
I stood in front of the old Curse Breaker and said, "Can you remove the bindings on Fawkes? There is no way a Phoenix would stay with someone like Dumbledore."
Tadaa! Another trope solved! One Cursed Phoenix got dispelled after half an hour. I stopped Fawkes, "Hold it, Fawkes! Burning him to a crisp is too fast! He has to suffer! He has to be dragged through the mud, his reputation destroyed, and he has to be alive to feel it. After that, you can toast him."
I felt Fawkes grudgingly agree and calm down. I grinned, "I advise staying away from powerful Wizards. Not all of them are good, you know. Maybe try a girl next time. Or a Coven, my girls are going to make one, and you are welcome to join."
Xxxxx
Everything went into a higher gear when the curse breakers dispelled some of the paintings. Dumbledore changed the servitude spell on all the paintings. That spell is only used for family paintings to bind them to the House. Here, the paintings are to serve the Castle. Dumbledore abused his authority as Headmaster to change the spells on the paintings to serve him. He did it probably invisibly.
The effect was great, fuming mad, they pointed to all the secret hiding places in the office and private quarters. We found the Sorcerer's Stone, get this, it was under his mattress! That is the same place where Dudley hides his dirty magazines.
I confiscated the Stone and said, "If you find out if the Flamels are still alive, then I will return it to them. Otherwise, I will destroy it. This stone can destroy our economy."
Robarts sighed, "You are right, Lord Slytherin, that stone would get lost in the Ministry on the first day it gets there. And the Ministry would go berserk if they knew the stone was in the hands of Goblins. Sorry to say it, but that is the way it is."
Cutthroat shrugged, "We would not allow that abomination in our vaults. We have an agreement with Flamel so that he would not abuse that stone. We will put a tracker on the stone that will alert if it is removed, Lord Slytherin. It will also warn us if you use that stone."
Crap, I wanted to make some gold before I give that stone back. I waited until the stone was spelled, then I called The Hoggy. When Hoggy popped in, I gave him the stone, "Hoggy, keep this Stone safe in a secret place. Give it to the Flamels when they call for you. Destroy it when he did not come for it at Yule. Listen well, with Goblins and the DMLE as witnesses, don't give that stone to anyone other than Flamel. Not even me. Don't tell a soul where you hid it, and when you are summoned by name, take three elves with you as security. Never answer Dumbledore's calls."
I turned to the Old Curse Breaker and asked, "Did I leave any loopholes, Master Curse Breaker?"
He answered, "It is good enough. The Hoggy knows what to do. Elves are not stupid."
Xxxxx
We found another trope, behold the Potter Pensieve! And what do you know? Pieces of hair and vials with drops of blood from students, labeled and dated behind a secret backrest of a cabinet! All of them were children from important families or high officials from the Ministry.
The Old Curse Breaker swore, "That is enough to conduct a harmful ritual with it." he looked at Robarts and said, "Only Gringotts is allowed to store samples of blood, only to be used as identification. Record all the names now, then we will destroy them here and now. We can use both our memories as evidence. I can not trust these samples falling in the wrong hands."
Robarts swore, but nodded, "You have a point, Master Curse Breaker. If these fall in the hands of the Dark faction, Merlin only knows what they would do with it. Dumbledore has a lot of explaining to do."
Dumbledore's private quarters exposed another treasure hoard. A drawer filled with shrunken trunks. All of them were filled with books. The Old Curse Breaker examined a few books from a random trunk and said, "Strange, according to the ID spells, these books are supposed to be in Hogwarts Library… Let's try another trunk… This is a McKinnon book. This one from the Prewetts… Shafiq… Potter. That will take some time to find out what books are given to him and which ones he stole."
I suggested, "Maybe it is recorded in his journals."
Xxxxx
We ended our search in the office an hour before dinner. I led them to Mytle's bathroom and pointed at the sink, "This is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. From here on, all treasures are claimed by me." §Open! Lights! Steps!§
Once down and at the cave-in, the Goblins made quick work of repairing the damage. They drooled at the shed skin.
Cutthroat announced, "This is the property of Lord Potter/Slytherin. I will store it in his vault to discuss it later."
§Voldemort is a coward! Stay open! § I said when we arrived at the big door.
I warned them, "A stasis spell will activate the moment this door closes, that is why Dumbledore didn't have a chance to rob it." §Lights!§
I doubt they heard me. Slack-jawed, they looked at the carcass of the Basilisk. I tapped Cutthroat on his shoulder, "Cutthroat, do you know someone who can handle the rendering and sale of this carcass?"
Cutthroat swore in Gobbelywobbely, then he turned to me and snapped, "Yes, I know! Gringotts has special teams to do that!" Then he swore again, "And, if I don't tell you, they would. Your future in-laws, Greengrass and Davis, are dealing in it too." He shook his head, "You would lose trust in us if I did not tell you this, Lord Potter. Gringotts will lose at least half a million on this deal. The sale of the meat alone would be a major loss for us. Only Goblins can digest Basilisk meat, and are willing to pay a lot for it."
I smiled, "I appreciate your honesty, Cutthroat. I will make sure you get a bonus for this info. I will return here with my future in-laws tomorrow. You are welcome to represent me, and bring someone to represent Gringotts. Maybe we can strike a deal."
Cutthroat looked strangely at me, "You remind me a lot of your late mother, Lord Potter. She had a knack for making good deals with us."
"I'll take that as a compliment, Cutthroat." I said, "So, tomorrow, after dinner?"
The Old Curse Breaker woke up from his daydream of eating a whole Basilisk, and almost shouted, "We are not done here! There must be some undiscovered rooms in here!"
I shook my head, "You are welcome to search for it, but those toilets were installed one or two centuries ago. There must have been a Parselmouth present to create that entrance. They must also have searched these chambers plenty of times through the centuries."
Old Curse Breakers shrugged, "We don't know until we try, Lord Potter."
When I closed the door, the only thing we found was empty rooms. Knowing Riddle, he must have taken the last knut he could find. Well, I didn't expect to find anything, except a few shed skins.
Xxxxx
After we had dinner at the Puffs, I explained in our quarters what we found in Dumbledore's office and what consequences it would have. I summed it up, "Aunty Amelia is at the ICW with Dumbledore's Journals. I doubt they will wait until tomorrow to arrest him. Aunty read a journal of his time at the Grindelwald war. It read that he passed information to Grindelwald to prevent him from being captured."
Hmm, that reminds me to go after the ring. Babymort will get dangerous once Dumbledore is out of the picture. It is a good thing that his inner circle is gone. I doubt the widows will encourage their sons to revive that madman. I doubt those widows are sad their husbands did not survive their trials.
Fleur swore, "That will shake the world on its foundations! Dumbledore is respected in every country for ending that war by killing Grindelwald!"
I shrugged, "I doubt he killed him, Fleur. They were lovers. We messed the office up good. I doubt there is a secret compartment we didn't find. The Curse breakers removed a curse from Fawkes… Ah, hello, Fawkes. Girls, Fawkes, Fawkes, meet the Coven. Pinky? Can you bring a bird perch for Fawkes? Thank you, you can sit back down, Pinky."
We insisted that the pregnant elves, who are guarding our quarters, show themselves to us and sit with us to have water and berries with us. They do a lot of girl talk, mostly discussing babies. Human babies and Elf babies alike. Sometimes, Dobby, Bonny, Zinn, Minny, and Betty visit them, you know, being a responsible father and sister Elves... They breed, but do they bond? All these questions unanswered...
I turned to Daphne and Tracey, "Can you write to your Fathers that I happen to have a thousand-year-old Basilisk in stasis and am looking for someone to render the carcass and sell the parts. For a reasonable percentage, of course. They can not undercut their daughters after all. Tomorrow, after dinner, they can bring all the in-laws and future in-laws for a visit. And the dog! Don't forget the dog! And Percy and Penny!"
Ginny gasped, "Harry? Did you go back down there? When?"
I nodded, "An hour before dinner with a team of the DMLE and Gringotts Curse Breakers, Ginny. We searched the whole chamber. Daphne, Tracey, my Account Manager, told me that, besides Gringotts, your parents can handle the rendering and sale of Basilisk parts. By telling me that, Gringotts lost a lot of money. They will be here tomorrow too, Cutthroat, my Account Manager, and a Gringotts representative."
It got me a double hug from both. Tracey said, "Prepare your Dude for a long session, Harry. A thousand-year-old Basilisk will make our parents a lot of money. That needs to be rewarded."
Bernadette pouted, "We would help with it, but our monthlies started. We are happy to suck Harry's Dude, though."
Daphne and Tracey did not hesitate and wrote a letter to their parents. Betty delivered it and came back with the answer. Daphne said, "They will visit us after dinner tomorrow. Gringotts already contacted them to discuss the deal."
I chuckled, "The Goblins must love the Basilisk meat."
Daphne got in front of me and pulled me closer to the edge of the couch's seat. Then she removed my pants and boxers. I frowned. That doesn't look sexy at all. Quickly, I removed my upper clothes. Yeah, this boy has a six-pack! This boy is pimped to the max!… not to the max, of course. If you read what those buffed-up bodybuilders have to eat to keep those muscles, it would bankrupt normal families. I am well-muscled and trained. I am a HUNK!
Daphne spread my legs, sat on her knees between them, and took hold of my Dude. He was ready for action, of course. Daphne went lollipop on my Dude, licking and sucking the top, while she slowly pumped the base of Dude. I closed my eyes and imagined some horrible images to keep me from erupting too soon. I imagined Snape Buggering Dumbledore once, but that was overkill. Dude got all floppy from it. Now I imagine Flitwick doing doggy style on McGonagall.
Tracey and Hermione knelt next to Daphne and started alternating. Susan and Hannah got beside me on the couch and started kissing me and my nipples… Yes, males like that too. Not when they bite them, though.
Pinky was happy to discuss it with Ginny and Astoria, "We be doing that to Dobby plenty of times when Dobby be too tired. Dobby can go two more times after that. Bonny be doing the Cow on Dobby, while Zinny let Dobby eat her Cat. Dobby be lots of fun to breed. Minny likes the doggy, she be eating cat from all of us. Eating cat feels good."
Curious, Ginny and Astoria asked for details, Pinky was happy to explain, "Bonny be telling us to have fun breeding Dobby. Bonny taught us a lot. Helping sisters breed Dobby be lots of fun. Dobby likes it very much. Pinky loves it when Dobby is eating cat. Pinky loves to suck Dobby's breeder. Dobby's breeder puts a baby inside Pinky, so Pinky rewards Dobby. Bonny told us to do that."
I could not hold it in any longer, and shot my load into Daphne's mouth. She nearly drowned from the volume that I kept on shooting in her mouth… yeah, that only happens in books. It was not nearly a mouthful, and she felt me erupting, so she removed her head and watched the spunk fly up high in the air… it was high! OK… it was a couple of inches. Fleur and Bernadette milked the last drop out of Dude last night, so there wasn't much pressure behind it.
A vanishing spell cleaned it up, and Tracey took Daphne's place. I'd better stop thinking about Flitwick shagging McGonagall, or Dude stays down. Dude got up under Tracey's gentle care, she removed her blouse and bra, and put Dude between her boobs. They are not Susan size, but a big B to a small C-cup is plenty to entertain my Dude. I got my hands full of Hannah's and Susan's tits, and with Tracey's pair embracing Dude, I am in titty heaven!
Two hours later, we went to bed and started another round. By then, I was exhausted and began to dream of those blue Muggle pills. I counterattacked with my fingers. The snatch is off-limits, but the clit is fair game. We fell asleep when every girl got some… except Ginny and Astoria, of course. This one doesn't want to see the inside of Azkaban.
Xxxxx
I woke up spooning Astoria, with Ginny pressed against my back. Luckily, they were wearing their winter nightgowns. Carefully, I removed my hand from Astoria's boob and moved it to a safer place. The little pest was already awake and whispered, "Now you have to marry me, Harry."
I whispered back, "I was going to, Tory. But you still have to wait until you are sixteen to get more. It is on the contracts."
Astoria sighed, "So long. It is torture."
I suggested, "You can always go to your room and sleep there. I won't mind."
Astoria shook her head, "Not going to happen, Harry. I have set my eyes on you, and I won't let you escape. You are going to let me live beyond forty. Thirty, if I wanted to have a child. That alone is enough to marry you, Harry."
I slapped her bum, "OK, I get it, but move, before I get arrested or get hexed by Daphne."
Xxxxx
At Breakfast, the rumor mill told us that the Aurors came after dinner last night and arrested Dumbledore. He was unconscious when they moved him. Probably still out after my two stunners.
McGonagall came to me and said, "Mr Potter, I want you to remove the lockdown from the Headmaster's office. I need some documents from it."
I shook my head, "I can not do that, Minerva. The DMLE sealed that Office. It is a crime scene. Letting you in would give you the chance to hide evidence of your part in those crimes. We discovered crimes that would get Dumbledore five lifetimes in Azkaban. We will soon find out what your part in it was, Deputy Headmistress. Those documents can wait."
At lunch, the news spread that Snape was gone. Some said he did a runner, others said they arrested him. Either way, we need a new potion, Professor. Slughorn, then I can grill him about Naomi's Father. That would be McGonagall's job, hiring the old slug.
Xxxxx
The parents came after dinner, Cutthroat and an old Goblin tagged along. The wife and fiancés wanted to see the Basilisk. We took Creepy, Justin, and Ron along. Them, with Ginny, Hermione, and Penny, we got all the victims from the basilisk.
While we were walking to Myrtle's bathroom, Lady Greengrass asked, "Harry? Do you know why Betty is not pregnant yet? You told us Dobby was a good breeder. What happened?"
I shrugged, "Just like humans, elves also want to have fun. Don't worry, Daphne doesn't need a personal elf that soon. Let Betty have her fun with Dobby, and Bonny, and Zinny, and Minny."
Veronica shook her head, "Five? Why do I have the feeling you corrupted poor Betty?"