19 Dragons!
I grinned at her, "I did, when Bonny kept me company so I would not be able to peek when all the girls were in the bath. I told Bonny, she was Dobby's first girl, all about human behavior regarding procreation, including having fun doing it. We discussed it over Tea and Pastries, and Water and Berries. Bonny was curious and tried it out on Dobby. He is a happy elf and is becoming legendary in House Elf society."
Veronica didn't listen after I mentioned 'peeking, taking a bath' and frowned, "You have access to the prefect's bath? There is no other bathtub big enough."
Carefully avoiding to reveal the RoR, I said, "I found a secret room with a bath that can compare with the prefect's tub. I suspect it is accessible for the Founder's heirs only. Ah! We are here!" without pausing, Myrtle could bring up my naughty questions and told the sink, §Open! Lights! Steps!§
Everyone stopped talking when we reached the huge door, the girls to their parents, and Cutthroat with his representative, to Cyrus and Robert. §Voldemort is a Coward! Open, and stay open!§
Veronica told Ellen, "Whenever I hear him talk Parseltongue, it makes me shiver from the chills that are running down my spine."
Luna said with a dreamy face, "We love to hear him talk snake, especially when hmmblmmbll…" Three hands covered Luna's face.
To divert the attention, I said, "Look, there is a Basilisk."
That diverted the attention, alright. The Mother in-laws screamed to Morgana, but not the fun way, the Father in-laws looked at me differently, that small skinny kid they remembered from July killed this monster?
Sirius was slack-jawed. When he came back to his senses, he asked, "Pup? How in Merlin's name did you survive this? Did you bring roosters?"
I shook my head, "Nope, Fawkes came with the sorting hat. While Fawkes scratched the eyes, I pulled the Sword of Griffindor out of the hat. Then I stabbed it in its brain through its mouth."
I showed the scar on my arm, which could not be removed with the ointment, and told them, "I got stabbed by a fang here. Fawkes saved my life when he cried in the wound."
Cyrus and Robert no longer listened when they saw the Basilisk's size. Robert said, "We are going to make a fortune of this, Cyrus!"
They froze up when Daphne and Tracey tapped their arm. Daphne said, "Daddy? I hope you are not planning to give our future husband a bad deal, are you? That would be robbing your own daughters!" With her puppy-eyes turned on to the Max, she added, "Don't you love us anymore?"
Robert suggested, "We could cancel the betrothal, which will get us more money."
Tracey said with a frosty voice, "That would get you nothing, Dad, the Goblins are happy to render that Basilisk if you break up our betrothal."
Robert rolled his eyes, "We were joking, Tracey, you have to know how much we are going to lose on this deal, just because you are betrothed to Harry."
Tracey turned to Daphne and said, "We can joke too. Daphne, we can replace Ginny with Megan Jones in the Ritual, that way we can do it next month. Only Luna would still be fourteen. Sally-Ann will no doubt volunteer to replace her. When our virginity is gone, nothing can stop us."
Robert paled at the thought. He protested, "That is not something to joke about, Tracey!"
Tracey shrugged, "Talking about scamming our Harry is no joke either, Daddy."
Luna pouted, "I want to lose my virginity too, Tracey. Watching others shag is not that fun, you know."
Ginny yelled, "Hey! If I have to wait for next year, so should you! That is only fair!"
Arthur patted Ginny's back, "Have patience, Gin. And be glad your mum stayed upstairs to talk to Ron. She would not like what you just said, princess."
Ginny giggled, "Poor Ron is getting his ears waxed, I bet his eardrums need to be repaired again."
We let the parents fight it out. Hermione was happy she could show Hogwarts to her parents and Naomi. Naomi had to keep holding hands with her parents. Without holding hands, they saw a ruin, ready to collapse on them. It urged them to escape to safety.
Ron was mad at me, not for the Goblet selection, but for inviting his mum to Hogwarts. It helped him, alright. Everyone feels sorry for him now. You could hear Molly's voice on the other side of Black Lake, and that woman doesn't have a filter between her mouth and her brain. Ginny was embarrassed by it. A promising sign, it shows that she knows that running your mouth in public like that is going to backfire.
Xxxxx
The next day after dinner, I visited Cutthroat with Sirius and the fathers-in-law, Percy and Penny, and Aunty Amelia. I asked them to be there to help sort it all out. The Horcruxes became the main topic, I bullshitted, "Last Summer I dreamed about Voldemort. It was from his point of view. I was in the body of a deformed baby and carried by Pettigrew. I heard myself think that nobody would find them in his father's old house. Also, that his ring is safe in his mother's shack, and nobody would suspect Nagini to carry the last piece of his soul."
Cyrus asked, "Why didn't you tell us, Harry?"
I shrugged, "I had plenty of nightmares, I reckoned that was just another one. I started to doubt, with the arrest of Crouch and hearing that he plotted my kidnapping to gain him a new body, it could have been real."
Aunty Amelia commented, "Barty Junior doesn't know where that is. That memory was removed in case he got caught. Now that I know his full name and read Dumbledore's journals, I will take two teams to Little Hangleton to capture him if he is still there."
I turned to Cutthroat, "I bet that ring is a Gaunt heirloom." I paused a bit and added, "If not, we make it one. I want to hire that Curse Breaker team again to demolish that shack until you find that ring and cleanse the taint from it."
Cutthroat sighed, "Urgent again, Lord Potter? That team likes you a lot. They are making good money from you."
I shrugged, "I am still alive and have a lot of fiancées and a wife. We gained plenty to cover the losses, don't you think so? It got us rid of Dumbledore."
We managed to set House Potter back in order. Percy and Penny did a good job handling the tenants and evicting the squatters. They also contacted the firm that manages the Muggle side and joined their efforts. It reduced maintenance costs by allowing House Elves to perform minor cleaning and repairs.
Henri and Jean studied the investments Mum did and said they are solid for another decade. The firms she invested in were still going strong.
Xxxxx
Aunty Amelia caught Tom with his nappy down. True! Peter was changing them when they raided Riddle Manor. The Curse Breaker team dismantled the wards as a side job and a big bonus. Nagini got a few cutting curses, and Voldy's part went to Hell.
I guess that the Dementors sucked Voldy and part of me out that night when they attacked Sirius and me. Old Guy came in to fill the void and merged with me. I didn't feel Voldy after that. I didn't dream of Voldy killing the caretaker of Riddle Mansion, nor did that scar hurt again. It is still an ugly scar, though.
The ring got cleansed, and according to Aunty Amelia, Voldy did a one-way trip through the veil of death. To be honest, it was pretty anti-climactic. A fun fact? Tom Riddle and Dumbledore died almost at the same time. Dumbledore snuffed it together with his Gelly.
The new head of the ICW told them that, for the Greater Good of the Wizarding World, their crimes were being documented and would be published. From the day they murdered Dumbledore's sister until he got arrested.
That will be a huge book, A Century with a Dark Lord. It was made clear that Dumbledore orchestrated everything.
Xxxxx
Well, life goes on. McGonagall did not get the Headmistress job. She got my Veto. Sprout is the new Headmistress, with Minerva demoted to Transfiguration Professor, pending the investigation into how far potions, oaths, or blind devotion forced her action.
Hagrid was in the same boat, his Acromantula nest got a visit from the DMLE and Gringotts in a joint operation to eradicate them all. Aunty Amelia was shouting at him for half an hour about a big idiot who let his pets eat all the local wildlife.
Grubbly-Plank got a permanent job, Hagrid can stay until July, then he has to leave. Meh, there are a lot of Dragon preserves that are eager to hire him.
When Slughorn heard Voldy went through the Veil of Death, he applied for the Potion job and hinted that he would not mind being head of house again. Sprout reminded him that it was under his guidance that Voldemort came to power and was free to recruit at Hogwarts. He should be glad that they need a potion Professor. Sprout banned his Slug Club and his shady parties. I kind of like Sprout.
Xxxxx
I did not care about it at all. The day came when our wands were weighed. I always wondered why they want to know how heavy or light our Wands are. Olivander did his customary 'those are fine wands, but mine are better' act.
Krum proclaimed that he polished his wand last night. Ron said with a baffled face, "We have to polish our wands? Why did nobody tell me that? Wait a minute! It works perfectly for me, even without polishing my wand!"
Good luck finding a date for the ball, Dude. The Daily Prophet was not alone; international reporters were here to cover the disaster known as the Triwizard Tournament. Dumbledore's deception affected the whole World. Now they are curious whether we have learned our lesson or are still believing Dumbledore farts rainbows… bad equation… bad mental picture… Ravaging Hermione, Titty fucking Susan, Double teaming Fleur… crap! Not crap! Aaahh, Daphne and Tracey with a double BJ. That was close.
Xxxxx
The bad news? Magical contracts have been signed, no escape clauses, and I suspect the Ministry hopes that I become dragon chow. It means the game must go on; we have to face the dragons or lose our Magic. Facing them, and we could lose our lives, is the other side of the coin.
I invited the regular champions in my quarters, Krum, Fleur, Ron, and me… and the girls, of course. I commented, "Now that we know we have to compete, and we are going to face a nesting dragon, it is easy to think of a task they will demand from us."
Krum nodded, "Da, steal one of the eggs. That will be dangerous for the ones that come last."
Fleur looked thoughtful, "I doubt they have eight nesting dragons, or the money to transport them. I bet they bring three Dragons as planned and use them three times. Victor is right, after a second time, the dragon knows what to expect, and the third ones will suffer for it."
Ron said, "Mum told me to enter the arena, cast a spell at the dragon, and go back out."
I shrugged, "You can do that, Ron. But the rules say that every champion must do their best to complete the task. The contract can view it as not doing your best and strip you of your Magic."
Ron whimpered, "What will that contract see as doing our best? After the dragon roasts us like a pig?"
I suggested, "They probably want us to take something from that nest. I doubt it will be a real egg. A token, perhaps, or a clue for the next task. I doubt the dragon preserve wants the eggs damaged and replaced with fakes. We have to find a way to get it from a distance."
"The eggs and token will be spelled to prevent summoning spells. That will force us to come closer to the nest." Said Krum, "They won't make it easy for us. Blinding her is an option, but deadly for the one behind me."
I grinned and told them, "I have a way to get it from a long distance, two ways even."
Fleur stood up and sat down on my lap, "Tell us, Harry. Or this will be the last time I sit on your lap."
I pinched her butt, "No blackmail allowed here, Fleur. But here is the first solution: two first-year spells, a sticking charm, and a levitation charm. Put the sticking charm on a pebble, levitate it to the token, stick it to the egg, and levitate it back to you. Chances of success are 60% depending on how good you are, or how the dragon sees it leaving the nest."
"The second way has a higher chance of success, about 85%. Once the pebble is attached to the token, you can Accio the pebble. A summoning spell from our fourth year. The trick is to get the pebble in position," was my second way.
I added, "Fleur can sing it asleep, but will it keep on sleeping with a noisy public? Or with someone like Bagman commenting? The dragon will wake up and burn that pretty ass of yours. Or Krum can try to out-fly it with his broom, but a simple flame will turn his broom into charcoal."
Hermione frowned, "Harry? Now that Dumbledore is gone, there will be only six tries if they want to make your turn count for all three."
I shrugged, "What are the odds for that, Hermione? The public wants to see action, and the Ministry wants to get rid of me. I'll bet I will face those dragons three times."
Xxxxx
We gathered in the tent, a very calm Fleur, a stoic Krum, a nervous wreck Ron, an arrogant Kakaroff, a confident Maxime, and one handsome, dashing, muscled, did I say handsome? Yes, I am! We are all waiting for the show to start. The officials came in, Bagman, a very nervous Bagman, he is walking on eggshells these days. There is the new head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation, Mr… can't remember his name.
Bagman nervously held a small bag up and said, "You already know what you will be facing. The task is to retrieve the golden egg from the nest. It has been decided that Harry must face all three at the end."
"That is a 100 Galleon fine, Mr Bagman. It is Lord Potter or Lord Slytherin to you. But please continue. We will settle the bill later. I will be counting the number of Harry, or Potter, you will shout today and multiply it by a hundred." I dryly commented. Easy money, no doubt that idiot will slip up.
As in the books, Fleur drew first and got the Common Welsh Green. Krum got the Chinese Fireball, so Ron got the Swedish Short-Snout. With a frosty voice, the official said, "The headmasters will only have the choice between the Fireball and Short-Snout."
Maxime, as a lady, got to pick first. The Short-Snout was hers, relatively easy to select by the shape of the mini dragon, even when you can not see it. Fireballs are nasty dragons with a temper that is only topped by a Horntail.
Poor Ron, he had to go in first. He walked out of the tent, shaking like a leaf. We heard Bagman's amplified voice, "Here is our first Champion! Ron Wheaterby! Ah? It is Ronald Weasley, facing the first challenge. Wizards and Witches! The task our champions have to complete is to steal the golden egg from the nest. Points are given for the time and the skills the champions used to steal the golden egg. You can start whenever you are ready, Ron. The timer starts from now!"
Bagman's voice commented, "Hmm? That is a move we did not expect! That is quite ingenious! Ah! She noticed it and caught the golden egg with her claw! What is she doing? Too bad, the mother detected the egg was a fake and lost interest. That will make it easier for our Champion… Yes! He got it! And in a decent time!"
Hmm, he is not a total loser after all. No wonder. We went to see the dragons when they arrived. From that moment, he started to train those spells like a zealot. Watching them spit fire made it real for him. He survived, that is the most important part.
Fleur was next. She was training alone to avoid spoiling the surprise. Bagman commented, "There is our second Champion, Fleur Delacour, competing for Beauxbatons! Miss Delacour, you may start whenever you are ready. The timer starts now! Ah, a sonorus?"
They had to wake us up. Fleur sang us all asleep, nobody saw her take the egg. Well, the pebble with the sticking charm idea was a last resort. The dragon did not set her skirt on fire, though. She would make good money treating patients with insomnia.
Krum entered the arena, Bagman's voice commented, "The Champion from Durmstrang, Victor Krum! We are curious how our Quidditch star will handle this task! The timer starts now! Ah? Those are impressive transfigurations! That will definitely distract the mother! What? That can work… Victor collected the egg in record time!"
Krum transfigured some stones into wolves and vultures and let them distract the dragon. He put a sticking charm on one end of a rope and spelled it to the golden egg, then he pulled the rope back in one move. Ron's Leviosa took longer.
To save time, they put another egg in the nest, and it was Kakaroff's turn. Bagman commented, "Headmaster Kakaroff from Durmstrang is up. It is still a mystery how his name got in the Goblet of Fire. Headmaster, the timer starts now! Auw! That must have hurt!" A loud roar made it clear who was hurt. "No, she didn't like that at all! It works though… Ai! That will cost some points… Oh Dear! Ehmm, take him to the medics, maybe they can save his life… ah, never mind."
Kakaroff did what Krum did in the books, blinding the Fireball in the eye with a spell, and while the dragon was rampaging and trampling her eggs, he took the egg. He didn't count on the Fireball knowing that they were planning to steal her eggs. The fireball spat fire all around her nest. Kakaroff got caught in the widespread fire burst from the Fireball and was too late to put up a shield. He was lucky that his robes were fireproof.
Too bad he didn't put his hoodie up. His hair went up in flames, then the skin melted. From that point, he still could be saved. Too bad he was too close to the nest, and a dragon has two eyes, meaning Kakaroff only blinded one eye. The other eye saw Kakaroff burn, and… the Dragon handlers were too late to keep him whole for the funeral. Bit in two, some parts were swallowed by the Fireball.
Oh well, the public got what they wanted, blood and gore. It took a while for the arena to be cleared. The Short-Snout was agitated, she smelled the blood and broken eggs on the arena floor. The idiots used real eggs instead of fake ones. She had a nice nap, but now she started to get worried. The Fireball was furious when they brought her back, smelling like blood and broken eggs.
Madame Maxime entered the Arena, Bagman commented, "Next up is Madame Maxime! The Headmistress of Beauxbatons! Madame, the timer starts now! That is fast! It will certainly keep her from moving… Yes! Madame Maxime got… OH dear, she forgot the tail. Ah, the dragon handlers are faster this time. I bet Beauxbatons won't need a new Headmistress."
Madame Maxime used brute force; she conjured chains and tied the Short-Snout down, all four legs, her wings, and her head. Then she walked calmly to the nest and grabbed the Golden egg. She turned and held it up high to the Beauxbatons section of the tribune.
The Swedish Short-Snout saw her showing off with one of her eggs and got enraged. With one swoop of her tail, Madame Maxime took to the sky and smacked headfirst against the protective charms of the Arena. She fell down and didn't get up. I bet Maxime got a lot of broken ribs and a major headache, maybe a few broken bones too.
Xxxxx
Crap, now I have one dragon that knows what is going on, one angry Short-Snout who thinks they want to steal her eggs, and a raging Fireball that feels they want to kill her and her eggs. I am fucked.
20 There be Dragons…
You know, you can only prepare yourself so much because plans all turn out to be in vain compared to reality. First of all, that docile Green Welsh? Not fucking docile at all! She detected the false egg and stamped it flat like a pancake. The screeching of the mermaids didn't last long after a burst of dragon fire.
Another bubble burst when I tested Parseltongue the day after they arrived in the Forbidden Forest. A bit logical in hindsight, if Dragons understood Parseltongue, it would have been called Dragontongue. It is obvious that Dragons are more impressive than snakes, hence no Dragontongue to ask for my now flat egg.
The worst part? She saw Ron take that fake egg away. Now I have to face a dragon that sits on her nest with one claw on a pancake egg. Wingardium? Accio? The chances of getting that egg from underneath that paw with those spells are zero. Transfigure a set of wolves, you say? Ehmm, you know I was a slacker with only three years and three months of Magical education, right? Ah, you forgot.
Well, to be honest, I learned more in the last three months than most would in seven years. Ron Weasley being the first proof of that. Goyle and Crabbe are second and third. Yes, Dumbledore dumbed down the educational standards to cater to the dumb purebloods. More proof? The Lestrange brothers, the Carrow twins, the parent ones, the ones in Hogwarts, are the exceptions to the rule. Quite pretty too.
I sighed. I wanted to keep my secret weapon until I had to face the Fireball. I have to show them my Wandless Magic. First, I put my wand away. Then I raised my hand and snapped my fingers with my other hand. Pancake egg disappeared from underneath Dragon paw into Harry Potter's Paw.
Another snap got me out of the arena. I know, the trick with the House Elf is done plenty of times, but I dare you to get a pancake egg from that Dragon in any other way. The most docile race, you say? Be my guest, and try it for yourself. That is one mean-looking Mum. Mrs Weasley dropped into fourth place after I saw those dragons. She still is louder, though.
Xxxxx
It took a while to replace Mrs. Green with Mrs. Snout. Both had a bad temper and did not cooperate at all. Madame Maxime showed Mrs. Snout what was going to happen, and getting slapped with her tail was not punishment enough for her. Dobby again, you say? Nah, they discovered my little trick and warded the arena against House elves.
So, here I stand again, with a pancake egg in one hand, trying to show Mrs. Snout that it's fake. It didn't work… On the contrary, Mrs. Snout thinks that I am showing what I am about to do with one of her eggs. Mrs. Snout is one furious Dragon! Instead of sitting on her nest, she is between the nest and me. Sticking charm on a pebble? How the fuck do I get it past Mrs. Snout?
I got an idea! Behind a boulder, I cast: §Serpentsorta!§ A big python appeared.
The python looked around, §What the bloody fuck happened? Where am I?§
I explained, §I summoned you here for a little task, mate.§
§Speaker? Hmm, what little task do you need done, and what is in it for me? § he asked.
I told him while pointing in the direction of the egg, §You have to take a metal egg from a nest sixty feet from here, you can not miss it. There is only one nest. It is that way, but it is best to make a big detour.§
Distrustful, the Python raised his head above the boulder and saw the dragon. He snapped his head at me, §Nope, you are on your own, Speaker. Send me back, it is almost feeding time, and I don't want to be the food. Call me when you want to steal some chicken eggs. That thing over there? That is not a chicken!§
I shrugged, §That's alright, mate. My second idea was to feed that dragon. A snake, perhaps. That will distract her enough, I think. Can you put up a bit of a struggle?§
It hissed, enraged, §Wait at Honey Badger be damned minute! Are you going to feed me to that big beast? Who, or what army, are you bringing along to do that?§
I showed my wand and answered, §Petrificus Totalus! I have a wand and can petrify you first… No, you won't put up much of a fight that way. Blink if you want to cooperate… Ah, I forgot, snakes don't have eyelids. Finite. What will it be, mate? You or me distracting the dragon?§
Python hissed angrily, §You distract that Dragon, shitty Speaker. There better be a lot of rats when this is done.§
How to distract an angry Dragon? "Expecto Patronum!" My Happy memory, you ask? I have a lot of them, plenty a lot, a lot of a lot! Shagging Hermione, Fleur, and Bernadette, hand and blow jobs from the fiancées… a lot indeed. While I was directing my Leopard where to run, Python made its move and slithered with a detour behind Mrs. Snout, and grabbed the golden egg with her mouth.
Ah! I can do another spell! "Avis!" A swarm… about twenty canaries, flew to Mrs. Snout. Annoyed, she spat fire in my swarm, completely engulfing them… "Expecto Patronus!" Yeah, using a few canaries to distract a Dragon? They will make fun of me for years, I just know it.
Python finished his job and returned with the Golden Egg. He spat it out and asked, §What now, Shitty Speaker? What is my reward?§
I took the egg from the ground and answered, §Later mate, there is another egg in half an hour.§
Python hissed angrily, §What the fuck? Did they drop your egg before you hatched, Shitty Speaker? I'll ask someone else to send me back! You have more eggs in your paws than you can eat! Don't be too greedy! Where is the exit?§
I grinned, §Though luck, Python. I am the only speaker around. Come, we have to leave here so they can bring the last one into the arena.§
Xxxxx
Waiting in the tent, the sour official came in, with a flick of his wand, he vanished Python. "The use of animals is prohibited, Mr. Potter."
I frowned, "First of all, it is Lord Potter or Lord Slytherin to you. Secondly, no rule forbids me from using summoned animals. If you insist, then I will call up judgment from the Goblet for breaking the contract. What are the odds for you to keep your Magic? Ask Bagman."
The official argued, "The rules said that you have to enter the arena with your wand only, Mr. Potter."
I nodded, "You will get a visit from the DMLE, mister. I insisted that you address me by my title, but you refused by naming me Mr. Potter, not a minute later. House Potter and House Slytherin are both older than two millennia. We demand respect, even if it is from a Ministry puppet."
I faced the official and Bagman, and said, "I used my wand to summon my Python, well within the rules, I might say. Are you prepared to dispute that in front of the Goblet?"
Bagman shook his head and said, "The spectators are not impressed with how you got the eggs, Lord Potter. They call it a coward's solution."
I rolled my eyes, went outside the tent, and stopped before the grandstand. I put a Sonorus on my voice and said, "There are people here who claim that I'm a coward. Those people have 30 minutes to get that egg from the Fireball to show me how brave people do it. If nobody volunteers, the next one that calls me a coward will get a visit from a band of mercenaries."
I looked around and pointed at the Fireball, who had just been dragged into the arena by twenty handlers, "Well? There is your chance to prove your bravery! Show me how it should be done! Come on! The Potter way is for cowards! Where are the brave ones? Or are you just good enough to run your mouths and piss your pants when I call you out on it? I AM WAITING, HEROES!"
Hmm, nobody volunteered, it ruined my mood, though. I entered the arena, crap, that Fireball is angry! There is no way I am going near that Dragon. "Incarcerous! Incarcerous!" Conjured two ropes around the Fireball's neck. "Fereo Funem Facere! Fereo Funem Facere!" Both ropes changed into iron cables. "Reducio! Reducio!" Both cables shrank down and choked the Fireball.
Three minutes later, I took the egg from the nest, raised my wand, and proclaimed, again with a Sonorus on my voice, "I, Lord Slytherin, claim the carcass of this dragon! I killed it outside the preserve and in the proximity of children and innocents! So mote it be!"
And that, good people, is another trope from Fan Fiction! I looked at my in-laws and called out, "Lord Greengrass, Lord Davis? I hope you can give me a good deal by rendering this Dragon, the eggs are mine too, by the way."
I turned to the grandstand and asked loudly, "Well? Is this brave enough? Or does my surviving it with all my limbs still attached spoil the fun for you?"
The sour official protested, "Lord Potter! You were not supposed to kill the dragon! That will cost you points!"
That got rid of the last bit of my patience, "Listen here, shit for brains! You told me to get the egg from the nest, and I could only use my wand. What fucking rule did I break? Here is the egg! Fuck the rest!"
I turned to the grandstand again and shouted: "Party in the Great Hall for the students who didn't call me a coward!" I hope the girls and I won't be alone in the Great Hall.
Xxxxx
The party was phenomenal! The Weasley twins smuggled some booze and butter beers inside and spiked the punch. I bet not many students will be able to get to class tomorrow. Mrs. J.K. was terrible with dates; November 24, 94, was on a Thursday. A slip-up, I'm sure.
We took a select group to our quarters after curfew. Neville, with Parvati and Lavender, Ron could not come; he was bragging to the lower years about how he fought a dragon. He was piss drunk, though. Fleur and Bernadette are here, of course. They have been sleeping in our quarters for a month. They introduced us to some of the Beauxbatons girls that tagged along… the ones that loved the spiked punch.
Neville got dragged into one of the rooms by Parvati and Lavender. Padma must have told Parvati how far she got with me, and wants to equalize the score. Neville is in for a hand job, a blow job, and a titty fuck. Yep, that is how far Padma got with me.
Peer pressure, the worst kind of pressure. That is why kids take up smoking or get tattoos. Their favorite singer got one? I want one too! Then they see Sheeran and Styles, those two went overboard. A bit more and you can call them Tattoo smurfs, I mean, why let the color blue dominate? Where was I? Ah, nagging about great singers with no sense of colors or proportions.
Hermione got in the mood and stripped out of her clothes. She straddled me and said, "Harry, prepare to get fucked for the rest of the night! Shutting down those loud mouths and killing that Fireball made me so horny for you. I bet Fleur and Bernadette also want a piece of the action."
She held her hand up to stop the protests, "No, Harry is not going to Parseltongue any of your kitties, tonight, I will eat all your pussies. Harry will be spoiled by all of us."
That is my Wife! One by one, the girls stripped until they were in their undies. Sometimes it is more exciting to see them in sexy underwear than plain naked. Hmm? The Beauxbatons girls are also in their underwear? I am not going to complain. Fleur quickly explained to them, {Harry's Fiancées have to stay a virgin until Yule next year to do a Family Ritual. If you want to play, keep that in mind. Fucking Harry has to be agreed upon by the Fiancées first.}
One of the Beauxbatons girls asked, {Fucking Potter is allowed?}
Fleur nodded, {Bernadette and I have been doing that from the day we arrived.}
I stopped listening long ago, with a spell, they got rid of my clothes, and Hermione claimed Dude first. Hannah and Susan grinned. "Let's speed it up a bit," said Susan, and groped Hermione's tits. Hannah chuckled, "I approve!" She started kissing Hermione and let one hand go south to tease a clit. After a few minutes, Hannah grabbed a handful of hair and growled, "Fuck your husband for us, Lady Potter! Fuck him in the name of all of us! Show him how much we love him, how much we want him."
Hermione groaned, "Not fair! I wanted to take it slooooww! Hannaaah! Oooh, Morganaaa!"
Susan started kissing me and whispered, "Fill her up with your cum, Harry. We will eat her out."
That did it, I sprayed my load inside Hermione's cunt. I was too nervous to perform last night, and the bottled-up tension from today found a release.
Hermione was lifted from my lap and put on a couch. Daphne got between her legs and said, "I will be the one who will eat everyone's pussies, Hermione. It is our Family curse that made everyone wait for a year. We can not thank you enough for it."
Fleur took Hermione's place. She lowered herself on my Dude after working on him for a minute. She sighed, "Fuck me, Harry, celebrate that we survived that madness. I owe you my life for that, Harry."
I shook my head, "No, you don't owe me, Fleur. You would find a way to get past that Dragon by yourself. You did it today. Lean in a bit closer, I want to suck those beautiful tits of yours."
Daphne kept her promise, one by one got their pussies eaten, even the visiting Beauxbatons. Ginny cheated and got a turn. Meh, I can not blame the girl; she has to wait the longest for the good stuff. Fleur kept me busy, tag teaming with Bernadette. After some whispering, Clair, Nicole, and Marie met Dude up close.
They bribed the girls by eating their pussies. By doing so, they got in the perfect position for Foxy style. They never lasted longer than ten minutes, though. Hands fondling the nipples, and some fingers rubbing their clit got them in fast forward and screaming to Jeanne d'Arc in minutes. Three other girls did not join the shagging, but were happy when Daphne sucked their cunts dry.
Way better than facing Dragons, I tell you. It is great to be me!
Xxxxx
A surprise the next day was to hear that Parvati and Lavender were still virgins. I bet they crossed a lot of their bucket list, except for the V Card. Classes were canceled, meaning we have a long weekend ahead.
I opened a door from the RoR to our quarters after breakfast. The pool got everyone's approval. I am happy that the days of swimsuits are long gone; everyone is naked now. Nicole moaned when she lowered herself into the pool, "Mon Dieu! I missed bathing in a decent bathtub so much! Girls, who do I have to suck to be here every time you plan to have a bath?"
Clair shrugged, "I suck them all to keep coming here. Our showers are limited to fifteen minutes, which is hardly enough to wash our hair. The water gets cold after fifteen minutes."
Hermione said, "We are bathing every Friday and Saturday after dinner. First, we study for a few hours, then we bathe in the pool and relax the rest of the evening. At night, we make love or cuddle during our periods. No sex or naughty stuff in the pool, though. Soap water doesn't taste good. We tried it once, we keep it at kissing. Shagging on the bed is better."
Marie giggled, "Then you never heard of a Japanese sponge bath, Hermione. We cover ourselves with soap, and rub our naked bodies on each other."
Susan went in front of Marie and gave her a long, deep snog. "I love your ideas, Marie. Let's try it out!"
We are with a big group now. My eight girls, Fleur and Bernadette, six Beauxbatons girls, and I. Seventeen, a lucky number. It was a fun sponge bath, seventeen bodies rubbing at each other, hands wandering everywhere… We made sure Marie was properly rewarded. Ginny and Astoria positioned themselves in the middle of the group to ease some frustrations.
After we went back into the pool to rinse the soap from our bodies, we refreshed the water and relaxed. I called out, "Which Elf is on duty today?"
A pregnant elf showed herself, "It is Finny's turn, Master Slythy. Master needs something?"
I nodded, "Yes, Finny. Can you bring me one of those eggs, please?"
The snap of her fingers got everyone giggling, and plain out laughter when the egg appeared in my hand. "Thank you, Finny. You know that you don't need to keep standing. Conjure a comfy couch or chair, a pillow or mattress. As long as it is good for the baby."
Finny nodded, "Finny knows, Master Slythy. Bonny told us so." Finny made herself invisible again.
I said, "Let's find out what the next clue is."
I opened the egg, and the screeching noise was awful! Nails scratching on a blackboard comes close, a file or a handsaw on a sheet of iron, Mrs. Weasley's voice, those came close to the noise we were hearing. Cursing out loud, I pushed the egg underwater. That changed the tune into some lovely voices. Taking turns, we deciphered the song. It was the same songs from the books. We discuss what I would miss most.
Until I said, "It is Who I will miss most, girls, even when they put my Firebolt underwater, I would not mind. But for Hermione or one of you Girls, I would drain the lake dry to get you out. Fleur, you'd better let Gabrielle stay at home, or you will find her at the bottom of the lake."
Fleur cursed, "They wouldn't dare! We are creatures of fire, we are good for a swim in Summer or here in a pool. A frozen Lake in February is a danger for young Veela. Hypothermia will set in twice as fast compared to normal witches."
I am not looking forward to the second task. An hour in an ice-cold lake in the middle of winter? Who invented those tasks? Ah, an old bastard, a Death Eater, and half a Giant. Even with warming charms, it will be fucking cold.
I looked at Fleur, "We'd better learn Wandless Magic, Fleur. And warming charms, plenty of warming charms."
Fleur slowly nodded, "And spells to breathe and move underwater."
Tracey tried to dispel the depressing mood, "February is still far away, focus on the Yule ball. Who are you going to ask for the ball, Harry?"
I pointed to the youngest, "Luna, Astoria, and Ginny. They need a date to attend the ball. They forced me to face three dragons, so I am allowed three dates."
Daphne protested, "No, Harry! What if they select the dates from the Yule ball to be a hostage?"
Hermione shook her head, "They can't take them, Daphne. We will be in the RoR the day before the task. They won't have a chance to take one of us as a hostage… Harry, that means you have to rescue three hostages."
Tracey groaned, "Stop thinking about that lake! Think dresses, are we going to match colors? Harry! Dancing lessons again! Every night! You are still clumsy at dancing!"
Fleur giggled, "Sixteen girls! Harry won't leave the dance floor all night. It will be fun!"
A bit pale, I nodded, "Fun... That is what my life should be like. A lot of fun."
To be honest, besides the Dragons, it has been fun, though. Eight Fiancees, add eight Beauxbatons to the mix, and I have a lot of fun. I am not shagging all of them, yet, but hand jobs, blow jobs, and titty fucks, those are a good alternative. I am going to shag them all next year.
21 The Yule Ball.
Daphne spoke up, "Dancing lessons! Saturday after lunch until dinner. Every day, an hour before curfew! We have to get Harry to an acceptable level before Yule."
I raised a finger, "We are not going to cut into our bath time, I hope. I just discovered my newest favorite hobby and don't want to sacrifice it for dancing. The Japanese Sponge-bath blew my mind. Thank you again for it, Marie. I don't want to give that up for a dance."
That comment got everyone's approval, with a group hug and seventeen soaped-up people, using our bodies and hands to explore each other… It is great to be us! It got the Six Beauxbatons students accepted into the group. I admit, they are also gorgeous and very skilled in bed and bath.
Xxxxx
The Beauxbatons girls discovered the benefits of the RoR when we showed our study area. It has a whole section of French books. Nicole hugged the girls one by one, "This room is Magnificent! The pool is great, but this is priceless! Nicolas Flamel wrote a lot of these books!"
Hermione explained, "This room records every book that was in this castle once. Dumbledore was Flamel's apprentice for several years. He must have brought some books into the castle."
I added, "He nicked them, no doubt. That man was a human magpie. The only negative of this room is that you can not take a book out of the room."
Nicole straddled Hermione and gave her a long, hot snog. She asked sweetly, while kissing Hermione's face, neck, and shoulders, "Are we allowed to study here, Lady Potter? We promise to keep this room a secret from everyone."
Hermione, in her Naturist costume, was swarmed by the other Beauxbatons students and covered in kisses. "You are allowed," panted Hermione, "Oh, Morgana! You are allowed."
That was a thing we kept on going from last term. Hermione, Luna, and I are starkers. So are Fleur and Bernadette. The rest of the girls are in their underwear and bathrobes. The room was warm enough to allow it. The rest of the castle is cold and drafty. Walking naked through the halls will get you pneumonia.
Xxxxx
Did you ever help someone out, and it backfired in your face? Yeah, here is Ronald Weasley, ungrateful Shit NR 1! Ron is leading the score of the first task, and hasn't stopped trying to rub it into my face. The judges commended him for his ingenuity and quick thinking.
Krum got two fewer points because he was older and knew more Magic. Fleur got less, too, because nobody saw her get the egg. Everyone was asleep. Me? Dead last. I used an elf and a snake to get the egg, and killed the third dragon, forcing the judges to pay for the dragon. It was in the contract, and it showed in the points.
Anyway, Ron is strutting through the castle, followed by his groupies. First and second years mostly, surprisingly few of those groupies are from Griffindor. He even accepted some Slytherin groupies. The chances of telling him the clue for the second task? Below zero!
Ron, surrounded by his groupies, stopped me when we wanted to enter the Great Hall for Lunch. "Harry, mate, I hope you are not jealous that I took first place in the Tournament. I finally showed my talent to the world. You won't be holding me back anymore."
I chuckled, "I am not jealous at all, Ron. Your biggest talents are still your eating habits after all. No, to tell you the truth, I am glad you are in the lead. I hope you win, that would be an achievement for the statistics. The youngest winner of the Tournament. You will get in the History books for sure."
Ron didn't listen anymore. Fleur was right behind me, and his brain froze when he saw her. We were long gone when he woke up. Fleur did not even use her allure. I grinned at Fleur, {I bet he is going to ask you for the Yule Ball.}
Fleur shrugged, {He will get used to being rejected. That ungrateful toad did not even thank you for teaching him how to get past that dragon. I hope you don't tell him about the egg.}
I grinned, {No way will I tell him. How is your Headmistress doing, by the way?}
Fleur shook her head, {Not good, eight broken ribs, nerve, and spinal damage to the neck by getting slapped into the barrier. Two weeks, according to the Medi wizards. They can not vanish her spine, it would kill her.}
Bernadette giggled. {She got a lot of criticism from France. Performing worse than fourth-grade students is embarrassing. Fleur saved our reputation, so did Victor Krum. Kakaroff did a bad job promoting Durmstrang. Some of his students were cheering when the dragon bit him in two.}
Xxxxx
The Tournament got a lot of bad reviews from the international press. Not only was the selection compromised, but the Magical Education also received a bad reputation as a result. Of the three headmasters, one is dead, bitten in half by his Dragon. Another dead one was a criminal on equal footing to a Dark Lord. The third, Madame Maxime, got slapped by a tail, while the students finished the tasks unharmed.
The Ministry got part of the blame too, by forcing me to face three dragons. They called it a disguised murder attempt. I did not care much, it gave Aunty Amelia a reason to audit the Ministry and get rid of some bad apples.
I got a bad reputation too, dragon killer… I managed to kill a dragon alone with six spells. It made all the ancient dragon-slaying heroes look like fools. I could argue in my defense that the Fireball was chained to her nest and could not move freely.
But still, I killed a dragon, a dangerous Fireball. Then they remembered that I killed a Basilisk not so long ago. That labeled me to be an extra dangerous killer, a cruel one. All because I killed that poor Basilisk by stabbing it with a sword through its mouth. Magic people are completely bonkers.
Xxxxx
I spent the four weeks before the Yule Ball studying. I caught up with Runes and even took Arithmancy on as a side project. Most of all, an hour of dancing class each day. Sixteen teachers are too much, you say? I agree, the girls do not. I do love the way they motivate me, though. One dance without stepping on their toes gives me a long, steaming snog, with wandering hands.
We took our studies seriously, though. Fun time is concentrated on Friday and Saturday evenings. Fleur and Bernadette moved in with us from the day they arrived. The girls accepted them when I said I had a spare Lordship if they wanted to join the Coven. I still have the Hollows… Hallows? Meh, I still have the Peverell Lordship unclaimed. The other six Beauxbaton girls are friends with benefits. They are in it for the pool and the ancient books.
The last hurdle before the Yule Ball was Hogsmeade Weekend. Ballgown shopping! Our colors have to match! I sponsored Luna and Ginny's dress. The other girls' parents are loaded, so they don't mind me spoiling them a bit. The worst part, you ask? The Mothers-in-law are all there, except Molly, who was fussing over Ronnykins. He is leading the champion competition, which deserves a newish Dress Robe.
My dates got a dress in a primary color. Ginny a red one, Astoria a blue, and Luna a yellow dress… lined with cork, of course. Trivia, you say? Not to them it isn't! The right dress makes it the perfect Ball! My problem, you ask? To match the color of all their dresses, I have to dress in the colors of a rainbow. You know, Dumbledore style.
I put my foot down and agreed with the mothers-in-law that basic black was the way to go. You can't go wrong with black, unless your name is Sirius. Then you are in trouble. That dog forgot that I have the House Elves in my corner, even Kreacher, when he found out who told Sirius to ask about Master Regulus.
Yes, my revenge is sweet. Every time he goes out on a date, he has a wardrobe malfunction. Or his date found a letter from his future date. His shoes stopped auto-sizing, making him look like Bozo the Clown. His cloak made him look like a Vampire from a B-movie. The best part, you ask? He told the Elves that orders from me take priority over the rest.
He is a good sport, I have to admit. He knows it is payback for blue-balling me, and he lets me vent my frustrations. Although my frustrations calmed down with the arrival of Beauxbatons… where was I? Ah, Dresses, Yule Ball. Most of all, nagging Mothers-in-law... The main reason why there are so few Covens these days.
What else has changed? No Hagrid/Maxime pairing! Madame Maxime has to walk around with a neck brace. She is not allowed to turn her head for the next two weeks to let the nerves reconnect properly. She is allowed to skip the Yule Ball with a note from the healers. The students from Durmstrang changed too. They transformed from burly two-word frowning ogres to friendly, helpful, smiling students. They got more attention from the opposite gender, making inter-school cooperation a reality.
Xxxxx
Well, it all comes down to this evening. My clothes are a mix of old-style wizard and modern fashion. I got comfy dancing shoes on, enchanted to avoid other footwear, I have my lucky boxers on, the ones I wore before I shagged Hermione for the first time… No, I was already naked, it must have been something else.
Here I am, waiting for my dates in the antechamber. Fleur stood beside me with her date. No, not Ron. Bernadette is her date, I could not. As third years, Ginny, Luna, and Astoria could only attend the Ball if they had a date. Me.
We have chaperons! It must be said that Sprout flat-out refused Sirius. She remembers him from the old days and does not want to risk it. Percy and Penny are filling the spots. I kicked Moody out, that fool dared to enter the school with his blue eyeball. Sprout supported me, with her hands covering her private parts. Although I don't think Moody was looking at her private parts. Moody doesn't like me.
Ah! There they are! Three littl… mature ladies, Red, Blue, and Yellow with cork. I doused Sprouts protests, "Headmistress, they let me face three Dragons, so I take three dates to the Ball. Who has the guts to stop me?"
Sprout sighed, "Nobody, Lord Slytherin. Not after what you did to that Fireball. I have to admit you have a point."
Ron ran into his first snag, he could not find a date. First- and second-year students were not allowed to attend the ball. The others knew Ron long enough to avoid him. A friendly letter from me to Molly prevented him from forcing Ginny to be his date. You know, that could start rumors of Pureblood customs, the brother/sister kind that is frowned upon. That, and the fact of Ginny hexing his bits and threatening to cut them off.
So Ron is going stag… Not! Molly sacrificed herself and stood next to Ronnikins. Being without a date is worse than going to the ball with Mommy. It is not an ideal solution, but it was the best he could get. Another boy scored big. Neville is dating Parvati and Lavender, and has both of them at the Ball.
I kissed the air above my date's hands, one by one. Never kiss them on the lips or cheeks before the evening is halfway, or them pisdrunk! They spent hours perfecting their make-up, and disturbing it by slobbering their face is a cause of a disastrous date. The dress cannot be wrinkled, again, not before halfway through the Ball, or being too pisdrunk to care about it. As I said, preparing takes longer than the actual Ball.
There is another snag. I have three dates, and only two arms. Who will take my arms, and where is Date NR 3 going to be? In front of me? That makes her the main Date! Behind me makes her a Concubine or Handmaiden at best. All three behind me? That would work, but then I'd have to forget about shagging for the rest of the year. All three in front of me? The whole Great Hall would have whipping sounds, and my reputation as a Dragon killer would take a beating. Even being a hunk won't help.
Luna, as the oldest, said, "Relax, Hubby. Ginny and Astoria will take your arms, and I will be beside Ginny and open the dance. That will make everyone shut up."
Molly came closer, "Ginevra Molly Weasley! Where is the dress we bought for you? You know we don't accept handouts!"
I got in front of her and cut her off, "I paid for all three dresses, Mrs. Weasley. That way, they are equal. And please, keep your comments and criticisms for when you are home. The students are not interested in your opinions, nor do they want to hear how you embarrass your children by yelling at them like a Banshee."
Molly wound herself up, "Harry James Potter! I didn't raise you to be so disrespectfu…"
That was me silencing her, I whispered in her ear, "That is right, Molly Prewett. You did not raise me, and judging by Ron's poor table manners, you did a poor job on him too. You did such a poor job at raising your children that you let an animagus live for thirteen years under your roof. Do I need to say more? Now be a proper Mother, shut up, and be happy for your children, or I will kick you out."
Xxxxx
The Ball? We had a great time! My silencing spell was done with Parselmagic. A finite won't work on it. That way, we had a nice, quiet dinner. We ordered pork chops for Molly. The poor thing sat in front of Ron and had to enjoy his best table manners up close.
Why did she never see him eat, you ask? Poor Ronny was still hungry, so she was cooking extra food for her growing lad. Enough about the human garbage bin.
Luna opened the dance with me when dinner was done, a waltz. You know the one two three one two three, don't look at your feet, don't step on mine! I forgot the cushion charms! Meh, it was not that bad. Although I saw all the girls grab their wands and enforce their cushion charms.
Luna smiled brilliantly at me at the end of the opening dance, "Stay here, Hubby, it is Astoria's turn."
That started an evening, a pleasant one for the girls, a tiring one for me. There was always another girl who wanted a twirl with me. Ron did dance with Molly once. He skipped dancing lessons, thinking it was easy, and Molly's feet were too bruised for a second dance.
The members of our bird-watching group spiked the punch again. That way I could kiss my wife and fiancées halfway through the dance. Daphne and Tracey were each other's dates. So were Hannah and Susan, and Hermione with Padma. It didn't matter anymore on the dance floor. They danced with every fiancée or wife. All they had to do was flip a coin to tell who would lead. I lost a few times and had to let the girl lead. Imagine Luna leading the steps?
Xxxxx
Zinny prevented my fiancées from losing their virginity that night. Every girl got a sobering potion when we entered the RoR, and reality raised its head again.
Hannah complained, "Drats! That would have been a perfect ending for a perfect day. Potter! That Godfather of yours needs to suffer more! It is all his fault!"
From all sides came sounds of agreement. I shrugged, "Don't worry, he is suffering alright. All his dates ended with him going to bed alone. He didn't have one shag from the day they threw him in Azkaban."
That comment made everyone pause. Hannah sighed, "Harry, I feel that Sirius is punished enough. Thirteen years without a woman is too much. We still have your Parseltongue to tide us over."
I shrugged again, "And he has his trusty right hand. He can also change into his dog and give himself a blowjob."
That got mixed reactions; some were gagging at the thought, while others were considering the possibility of being an animagus. Fleur was sad, her bird form could not do it. Birds mate by pressing their butts together. Only some water birds, like ducks, have something that resembles a Dude. Sucking pussy with a beak is not possible either.
The floor of the RoR was covered with a single large mattress, with bathrooms and showers on one side. I did my best to let them forget that mental picture of Sirius licking his Doggy private parts. Crap! Now he is in my head! Fleur and Bernadette doing a 69, Hermione going down on Padma, Hannah and Susan with their strap-on looking at me… Crap! I grabbed Marie and sat up. Marie straddled me and took Dude inside.
That's more like it! My ass is safe, and I have a pretty French girl riding my Dude. Marie pushed my upper body down and said, "Talk to your kitties, Harry. They have been waiting all night."
One after the other sat down on my face. Heaven, you say? The first ones, yes. Not so after they came for the second and third time, to keep them virgins, Marie took turns with Clair and Nicole on my Dude. I should shut up and be happy, you say? … Hmm, maybe you are right. §I'm a survivor, I'm not gon' give up, I'm not gon' stop, I'm gon' work harder! I'm a survivor, I'm gonna make it, I will survive, Keep on survivin'! Hmmbblmbllmm!§
Xxxxx
Almost all the girls went home, not Ginny, though. She is avoiding Molly. I have to stay here; the Curse Breakers from Gringotts are here to search for the Curse on the DADA position and to inspect the Wardstones of the castle.
Bill Weasley is one of them. I have mixed feelings about him. On one side, he is a cool older brother. On the other side, he was shagging my Fleur in the books. I am burning those books! Fleur is mine! She went home to spend time with her parents and Gabrielle.
Bill got a lot of attention from the Beauxbatons girls, who knew that a dragon fang earring was sexy? I thought an earring looked cool once, when I dressed up like a pirate to a costume party at Halloween. I did not know that having an earring was a secret code of the gay community to tell them they were gay. I got hit on by every gay boy in the hall, and all the girls from school friend-zoned me.
It took a whole year to get a girlfriend from my school. I hate pirates from that day on. That is why I hate One Piece and that straw hat pirate idiot. Why am I still nagging about something that happened half a century ago?
Xxxxx
The Wards were a mess, it was clear that Dumbledore messed with them. Wards that prevented violence in the hallways and dorms were disabled. It was not all Dumbledore, though. Every headmaster had to add a personal touch to the wards.
When the Curse breakers gave a preliminary report in the headmistress's office, the paintings had the decency to blush. Dumbledore's portrait, you ask? We froze his frame, and I scraped the paint from his canvas. I even let his Chocolate Frog card change into: Worst Dark Lord of the twentieth century!
The Curse Breakers found the curse, it was set up in Tom's final year. All linked to the Slytherin's Headboy quarters, triggered by his trophy in the trophy room. All he had to do was activate it when he came looking for a job.
I had to be here to translate some of Salazar's Parselwards; with their help, we could decipher the two old Parselwards in our quarters. One was a privacy ward, the other was a communication link to… the other founder's quarters. Useful when there are other Lords. Useless now. I left a message for future lords who don't have the Parselmouth skill.
Anyway, the Curse is gone, the Wardstone is cleaned, updated, and those naffers cut the connection between my map and the Wardstone! All I have now is a map of the castle. I fucked myself with this one.
Xxxxx
To be frugal, the girls wore their Yule Ball Dress at the New Year's party at Bones Manor. I took Ginny with me, since the others were already there. We can dance without the cushion charms now. Cyrus was happy with the extra connection, his business now has a foot in the door of the Veela community. Fleur and her parents are here too.
Last Friday, I claimed House Peverell, by blood and artifacts, which got me a Vault stuffed with old books. I complained to Cutthroat, "I thought this was a bank instead of a second-hand book storage. Where is the cash? This is the third time I have to pay overdue rent!"
Cutthroat answered, "Being the Lord of a legendary House doesn't mean you are good with numbers, Lord Peverell. Be happy that all the books return to the vault when the Lord dies. They paid for that service. That is also part of the overdue rent."
Well, Bernadette will be the new Lady Peverell, under protests of the Dark faction. Luna and Fleur switched Houses, Fleur as Consort Potter, and Luna as Consort Peverell. Ginny, you ask? She will be Lady Gaunt, Padma consort Gaunt…
Nah, I nicked House Lestrange from Draco. He was the one who let someone put Ron's name in the goblet. That was the main reason to kick him out of House Black. Sirius was happy to activate the clauses of Bella's contract and claimed House Lestrange for me as a penalty. Padma will be a great Lady Lestrange.
Xxxxx
I woke up in a big bedroom, surrounded by all my girls… and Gabrielle, and… Tonks?