22 The Second task.
Quickly, I searched my memory from last night. Hmm, shagging Hermione… Shagging Fleur with Hannah, shagging Bernadette with Susan… those two are addicted to their strap-on. It is a relief that Fleur and Bernadette love to be double-teamed. Then Marie, Clair, and Nicole went Cowgirl style on me to let the Fiancees ride my face… Ah! There it is! Tonks took a turn to let her snatch be eaten by me…
Good, Gabrielle kept it at rubbing one off while watching us. That will keep me out of Azkaban. It sure is a great way to start the new year. Hmm, Tonks… My Grandmother was the daughter of Tonks Great Grandfather. Shagging her can hardly be called incest, right? She won't get pregnant from getting her snatch eaten by me anyway.
I am spooning her now… I might as well let my morning Dude have some fun. My hand went up to Tonk's tit and teased her nipple, while my lips started working on her neck and shoulders. Dude was having fun dry-humping her butt-crack. My hand went down South and slipped into her panties, searching for the fun button.
Once I found it, I activated a Salazar exclusive spell. Massage fingers, he called them. That spell can make up to five fingers vibrate! From softly humming, to concrete splitting jack-hammer... I might have exaggerated the last part. I'm starting soft with one finger, though. Tonks enjoyed the vibrations and turned to lie on her back. It made room for my mouth to suck some titties, and my finger to enter her kitty, rubbing her G-spot.
Tonks moaned, "Whatever you do, don't stop! Oh, Morgana! Don't stop!"
One more finger entered her kitty and started vibrating, a third went in, the vibrations intensified until I felt she was about to blow. The vibrations stopped, my lips let the nipples go, and I acted surprised.
I looked into her eyes and asked, "Tonks? Why are you in my bed? Only wearing a panty? Spooning me? Are you trying to let me cheat on my girls?"
Tonks was panting and growled, "I told you not to stop! Hermione told me it was OK for one night, so start moving again, I am ready to burst!"
I shook my head, "No can do, Tonks, the night is over, so this is cheating on my girls."
Tonks glared at me and pushed two fingers in her cunt. Her other hand went to a tit and twisted her nipple. She started masturbating, "Fine! I'll do it myself! Keep your eyes on me, Potter! I know you have a boner, I felt it when you were riding my butt-crack. Hah! I knew it! You are jerking off while you are watching me!"
I looked behind me, Hermione was spooning me with a big smile and playing with my Dude. I said, "Nope, Hermione is doing that. Keep playing with yourself, Tonks. I want to see you cum when I spray my spunk on your body. Finger-fuck your cunt slut!"
OK, I admit that my dirty talk needs work. A lot of work, but it did the job. Tonks came with a loud scream when I sprayed her stomach. It woke everyone up and activated morning fun. Only night fun is better.
When everyone was satisfied, I asked Tonks, "Why did you come into our bed, Tonks? There are no positions open. Five Lordships, five wives, and five Consorts. Not to forget our six friends with benefits."
Tons shrugged, "I discussed it with Sirius. Mum and Dad are starting a Cadet line for House Black. If I become a Consort or Concubine from House Black, my children will be Tonks. That makes me and my children purebloods, no matter what the Dark Faction will say."
Daphne commented, "It is unusual, but a Lord is allowed to have multiple Consorts. Consorts have more rights than Concubines. The Dark Faction won't protest if it is for line continuation. I'm sure Susan won't mind having a sister wife."
Susan giggled, "Nine or ten sister wives are not much difference, Daphne. It is not that we will live in five different mansions. Our children will grow up together."
Luna dreamily added, "She is the last one, hubby. We will be one big Coven. Hmm, there is still Gabrielle… I'll know more at the end of this year."
Xxxxx
I was not the only one who woke up with a stranger in bed. Aunty Amelia woke up with Sirius in her bed. He was curled up at the foot-end of the bed in his dog form. A bit worried, Aunt Amelia checked her snatch for any nocturnal actions… Nothing that pointed to a shag... That did not explain why the dog was sleeping in her bed.
Sirius woke up when a stinging hex connected with his Dog-Dude, and Aunty Amelia's angry voice yelled, "What in Morgana's name are you doing in my bed, you mangy dog?"
Sirius bolted to the door with his tail between his legs. He changed at the door. He opened the door and answered, "I don't know, Amelia. I remember falling asleep in my room… That might be Harry still taking revenge on me for keeping his girls a virgin until next year. All the House Elves like him and do anything he suggests."
Aunty Amelia growled, "I will be having words with him! I don't want any fleas or lice in my bed!"
Sirius protested, "Hey! I use the anti-bug shampoo every month!"
"GET OUT!"
We spent the rest of the holiday at Greengrass Manor. Aunty Amelia could not appreciate the humor.
Xxxxx
January passed by, and February was a costly month for me. Every girl got a necklace, spelled with detection and anti-mind magic. The chocolates were expensive too. The tally is on eighteen, including the friends with benefits.
I noticed Ron getting more nervous, his egg is screeching at least five times a day. He approached me a week before the task, "Harry, mate, did you solve the clue of that egg? Mine keeps on screeching."
I nodded, "I did, Ron. But I don't want to stand between you and Eternal Glory, and what did you call it again? Ah! You found your talent and showed it to the World. You hoped I wasn't jealous about it. So, I decided to let you show your talent to the World."
I passed him by and added, "You have been rubbing your superiority in my face for almost three months, Ron. I was happy you took first place, until you started bragging to me about it, every day, Ron! I can understand that you wanted to bask in your glory, but I didn't like the way you did it. Good luck, Ron."
Meh, I doubt he will get Molly out of that lake. Neville is also tired of his bragging. I doubt Ron will get his hands on Gillyweed. Why doesn't he get help from the twins? Ah, same as with me, Super Ron could not shut up about his first place.
Xxxxx
February 23! We had dinner in the RoR with everyone we could not miss. Krum solved the clue by the way, he is swimming in the lake every day. Madness really. The lake is frozen solid, only around the ship is an ice-free zone. His date to the Yule Ball got a sick Grandmother and went home.
Ron must have it figured out by now. The Ministry built stands for the spectators at the lake. Even the most dense idiot would know he has to take a swim in the lake. Did I mention the lake is frozen? A layer of four to five inches, at least. Winter in the Scottish highlands is bloody cold, even when we are close to the sea.
The morons who invented this task should be flogged… hmm, Dumbledore and Kakaroff are dead, Crouch Senior got served. Bagman is hiding from the Goblins. I'm not sure he will show up. That leaves me with the Ministry. They are determined to have someone I miss most in the lake, pressured by the Dark Faction. There are still some powerhouses running loose.
Meh, they can't stop the changes our faction is pushing through, which includes taking back the seats the Dark Faction gained during the first rise of Tom. Taking the Lestranges to the Grey faction hurt them a lot. Where was I? Thinking about trivial stuff. I'd better concentrate on the naked pile of girls in front of me. A man must have priorities after all. Screw you! I am allowed to boast!
Xxxxx
Headmistress Sprout is on our side and refused to let one of her students be taken to the bottom of the lake. When breakfast was done, she announced, "Students! The second task starts in half an hour. Prepare to stay outside for more than an hour, dress warm and use warming charms. The Newt students will cast it on the students of the first three years. I don't want a student to catch a cold or worse."
She turned to us and said, "The champions are expected at the lake at 9.30 sharp to start the task. We wish them all the best and urge them to stay safe. There are a lot of dangers in the lake."
Not to mention bloody cold. Ron was panicking, he was not looking forward to swimming in the black lake! Even in summer, it is too cold to swim for longer than twenty minutes. Anyway, the students filled the stands. The parents arrived when the gate opened, and the champions stood on the shore of the black lake.
Hey? Bagman is here!
Ron stood on the dock like a cornered rabbit. Yes, I know what a cornered rabbit looks like. My parents used to keep them for extra meat… we were poor. When I was ten or twelve, I volunteered to process a dozen rabbits for the freezer. My point, you ask? I killed the bunnies right in front of them. The last bunny was traumatized completely. Evil, you say? You can't put rabbits in the freezer when they are still alive.
Where was I? Ah, Ron ribbit… no, that's frog sounds… Hmm? Distracted for a second time? Ah, Ron is wetting his pants. He must pre-wet them for his swim. Sigh, now even I think I am an asshole.
I sighed again and went to Ron. I gave him a small bag, "Ron, this is gillyweed. Take a handful and eat it. It will make gills on your neck and webbing on your hands and feet. It lasts for an hour, Ron. Eat a bit more if you are not back in an hour."
Ron blushed, but took the gillyweed just the same. "Thank you, Harry, they took mum! I have to save her! I don't want her to die because of me!"
I patted his back, "They won't let anyone die today, Ron. They know that if one of the hostages dies, they die too. Stay out of the kelp, it is infested by Grindylows. My guess is that they keep the hostages in the deepest part of the lake."
Did the officials hear me? Yes, they did. I turned to them and added, "The mercenaries will get a bonus when they make them suffer."
Xxxxx
Bagman was shaking on his legs when he put a sonorus on his voice, "Welcome, Men, Women, Parents, Professors, and Students to the second task of the Triwizard Tournament! Today's task is daunting! From each Champion, we selected a person they will miss most. The Champions have one hour to get them back or lose them forever."
Ron fumed. He got his courage back, now he has a way to survive the task, "Get a move on, Bagman! That is my mum down there! If anything happens to her, my brothers and I will hunt you down!"
Ginny yelled from the stands, "Your brothers and your sister will hunt them down, Ron! We will feed them to the grindylows if mum gets hurt!"
Bagman decided that stalling would get him hurt more. He raised his wand and said, "Remember, one hour! Bombarda!"
Ron removed his shoes and socks after he swallowed the gillyweed, then his robes. We were lucky for the winter, because he had pants under his robes. He started to gasp and touch his neck. Gills appeared, and he started to flail around, his lungs stopped working, and he needed the air. I sighed and pushed him into the lake. It took a few minutes before Ron realized that swimming in ice-cold water didn't bother him.
Krum got his shark head on and was already on the way. Fleur? She transfigured some stones into a pack of huskies, while I transfigured a rock into a sled and got on it. Fleur got on, too, after she put the dogs in front of the sled. First, I summoned a small box from Daphne's pocket. I, as the male has to drive this contraption,
No, that is not female discrimination! It is a lazy Fleur who loves to be served. "Much! Mash! Move, you bloody dogs! Fleur, your dogs are deaf!"
Fleur rolled her eyes, {I transfigured them, Harry, they don't understand English!}
I yelled, {Move you mangy dogs, or I will feed you to the fish!}
No reaction from the dogs, I frowned and asked, "I give up, what am I doing wrong? They listened to me in the RoR."
Fleur giggled, "Everything obeys you in that room, mon amour. I made the dogs, they will only listen to me." Fleur raised her voice, {Allez, mes chers toutous!}
They started running on her command. To tell you the truth, we could have walked to the middle of the lake and gotten there faster. Our hostages, you ask? I have Sirius, Xeno, and Cyrus on my list. Fleur got her Papa, who is the head of the French Force de Sécurité, and he brought a few teams with him. It made Bagman quite nervous.
One tracking charm slipped their detection and guided us to a spot on the other side of the lake. We got off, cut a big slab of ice, and pulled it away. I took the small box out and enlarged it while Fleur took her egg and opened it under water. That was the sign for the Mermen to stick their heads above the water.
Fleur said in Mermish, (As agreed, the weight of the hostages in Peanut Butter, we added a bit extra, wet clothes weigh more.)
Yes! I know I am not original! I totally stole it from a fan fiction! Can't remember which one, though. A few weeks back, I dipped my toes in the lake, and they don't pay me enough to swim in it. That water was ice cold, and I don't want to end like DiCaprio when the Titanic went down. I am too young and pretty to die from hypothermia! Yes, I am pretty! The girls told me so.
I levitated the Peanut butter, wrapped in a net, in the water. After the Mermen checked it out, they lifted our Hostages out, one by one. I levitated them on the sled after Fleur removed the water and put warming charms on the fathers-in-law and Dog.
It was a bit cramped on the sled. Fleur transfigured her shoes into ice skates and motioned at me to do so, too. I shook my head. There is no way in hell I'll put those irons under my feet! I tried ice skating a few times, and it sucked!
True! Once we did a day trip with our karateclub, and two hours of ice-skating was on the program. Two students stood out; they moved like Pinocchio on the tatami in the club, but they turned into predators on the ice. Ice Hockey skilled. Me? I was a trainer, not a skilled one, but I could hold my own. Not on the ice, though. Ice is slippery! Even the kids were better than me. Not my finest memory.
I got behind the sled and grabbed hold. Fleur got her dogs moving. {Allez, mes chers toutous!}
We arrived on the dock, the Hostages were shipped to the medic tent for a check-up, while Fleur and I got hugs from the girls. We got first, even with the delay of the sled and dogs.
The twins made their way to me. One of them asked with an angry face, "Why didn't you get Mum out of the lake, Harry? You could easily have saved her too."
I nodded, "I could, but what would Ron do when he arrives in the Mermaid village, and his Mum is gone? Or should I have said, " Don't worry, Ron, I will get your Mum out? Would he have jumped into the lake?"
One of the twins looked thoughtful and shook his head, "No, he would not get his feet wet if there was not a good reason to swim in that lake. Mum better not be hurt, Harry."
I shrugged and softly told them, "We paid extra to let the Mermen escort the champions back here. You'd better not tell Ron."
I know! But he was our friend for three years, a manipulated friendship, but even Ron was manipulated by Dumbledore. Sure, he rubbed his first place in my face; it was the first time he was better than me in a major event. Eternal Glory and shit. It got to his head when he got his first groupies. Fans can make or break their idols, that is a proven fact. I should know, I had a few of those moments too. Not my best memories.
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Sirius came out of the medic tent first and spotted me. "It was not so bad, Harry. Moody spelled us and delivered us to the Mermen. We can't remember a thing until you got us out of the water. Xeno was miffed about it. He had many questions for the Mermen about something called a Snorkack."
Xeno spoke up, "A missed chance, Sirius, but you are right, we'd better return in the summer. Hey, Moonshine, did you enjoy the spectacle? Did you make a report?"
Luna nodded happily, "And took pictures too, Daddy. Colin has a Zoom lens now. I spelled it myself."
Jean-Pierre joined us and complimented us, "Well done! You handled everything well within the boundaries of the rules. We didn't even need to dry ourselves. Come to us if you need a job, son-in-law. We can use talented people like you."
Ah! There is Ron with Mommy! He is faster than Krum? He must have been extra motivated. The future of his food was at stake! The Twins and Ginny rushed to help her dry and warm up. Molly may be a Banshee, but she is their Banshee... And a decent cook. Ron has to stay underwater for another 10 minutes to let the gillyweed wear off.
Krum arrived five minutes later with his Uncle. The Uncle volunteered for the job. Too bad that Krum took a bite out of his leg to cut the string that had him tied up. The blood attracted the grindylows and delayed him in fighting them off. He was well within the hour, but eating a piece of leg cost him some points.
The result, you ask? Ron in first place, Krum second, Fleur got a few points more than me because Huskies are more difficult to transfigure, plus Fleur drove the sled. Me dead last. They even deducted points for corrupting a fellow Champion.
I shook Ron's hand and softly said, "Ron, this is the second time I saved your ass. If you try to brag to me about your first place again, I will drop you in the Black Lake with an anchor tied to your legs. Are we clear?"
Ron swallowed and nodded, "Not a word, Harry. It is thanks to you that I could get Mum out of the water." Then some of his words did not pass his brain when he said, "I will allow you to date my sister, Harry."
Ron is good at strategy, you say? He is good at chess, and he can eat the fastest in school. That is it. Meh, I let Ginny deal with the moron. His group of groupies expanded, he is a real contender now. The first two places gave him a lot of fan-girls and fan-boys… still, most of them were in their first and second year.
Xxxxx
The party in the Great Hall was a downer. Whose idea was it to let Cyrus and Jean-Pierre be the hostages? Poor Daphne had to act as the Greengrass princess all night. Luckily, they did not stay long. The after party in the RoR was… like every weekend, only Daphne was more needy.
I woke up spooning Tonks again. She was spooning… who is that? Hermione whispered, "Hestia Jones, she and Tonks are sharing an apartment. She is going to be Consort Tonks. Tonks cleared it with us. She is a Witches Witch, but would not mind having a baby or two from you."
I turned to Luna and glared at her, "You said Tonks was the last, or maybe Gabrielle, how do you explain her?"
Luna smiled dreamily, "A green House Elf Monk told me in a dream: The Future, always in motion it is. I did not foresee Hestia, but we will love her twin girls."
Well, there are not seventy virgins, but at this rate, I'm getting there. Plus, I have some virgins… eight months and counting down for the ritual.
AN:
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23 Triwizard Champion!
I know some of them won't last, the six Beauxbatons girls are in my room for the bath and the books. The shagging is a bonus for them and fun for me. Astoria and Ginny are in puppy love mode. I think they will eventually lose interest. Sharing me with many or having one of their own will change their minds. Right now, they are getting educated on the facts of life.
The ones that will stick with me are the future ladies and Consorts of my Houses. Tonks and Hestia don't really care for me. I am their ticket for the Cadet line, and be the dad for their kids. Both are Witches, Witches, and I having many wives will get my attention away from them. Do I care? Meh, I get to shag them occasionally, and they are fun to have around.
Xxxxx
Madame Maxime found a loophole and did not do the second task. How, you ask? Simple, a training accident made her unable to do the task. The day before the task, she went into the Forbidden Forest and picked a fight with the Centaurs… for training purposes, of course.
She must have impressed them somehow. After they pummeled her, Bane took a fancy to her and… you know. The loophole, you ask? At the start of the second task, Madame Maxime must do her best to get to the task. She could not reach the Black Lake, she was tied up over a barrel and Bane… You know. That way, Madame Maxime kept her Magic and got to experience a Centaur gangbang.
Hagrid found her, drooling, with a big smile on her face, still tied up… Hagrid carried her to the hospital wing two hours later.
Xxxxx
Did I tell you, Elsy, Pinky, Finny, and Mipsy had their babies? They do! All of them are in the basement room at the Grangers. Dobby is the proud Father. He, with the help of Bonny, Zinny, Minny, and Betty, made it into a prime-class House Elf nursery.
We know the babies were born, but as Bonny asked, we had to wait a few months to see them. These first months are crucial for their mental growth. We could not leave Hogwarts until Easter anyway. Now that they saw the newborn babies, Bonny, Zinny, Minny, and Betty stopped the " let's have fun " mode and went into " let's make a baby now " mode.
It was decided that all the kids will populate my Houses. Only House Black and Lestrange have elves and mansions. The rest have to start from scratch. Percy and Penny are renovating Potter Manor, it will be mostly done before July.
At the moment, I have the mansions of Potter, Black, and Lestrange covered. Slytherin, Gaunt, and Peverell need new mansions. To be honest, it is getting out of hand. I have six Houses, and I continue the line for five more. Ten in Britain and one Delacour for France. Luna's house needs some work too.
I don't care about it at the moment. I am focusing on having fun. I am doing so many Fan fiction tropes that this must be my version of heaven. One moment, I am in an airplane heading for Edinburgh, the next moment, Dementors are trying to suck my soul out of Harry Potter. Definitely my version of Heaven. I have all the hot girls! So what if this is a story? Shagging Hermione and Fleur feels bloody real to me, and Bernadette, and Marie, and Nicole, and Clair.
I have all the memories of old Harry and some of his mentality. Maybe I am a mix of the two… Do I care? Nope. I am shagging or going to shag the prettiest girls, so why would i complain?
Cyrus Greengrass has the Wizengamot under control, I have Hogwarts under control, and Aunty Amelia is cleaning the Ministry at this moment. The seats the Dark Faction bought in the first war are being returned to the original House or to one of our allies.
We could prove the illegal takeover of the Dark Faction and have enough votes to take them back. Marcus Flint could protest all he wanted, but he got kicked out of the Wizengamot before he could take his Head of House Flint. No Lordship for him. When he protested too loudly, the Daily Prophet published the crimes Flint Senior committed as a Death Eater in the name of Voldemort, and what properties he extorted from innocents. Properties still in possession of House Flint. Veritaserum is a bitch.
Two weeks later, those properties were returned to the rightful owners. That started a second rush on the Death Eaters. The Daily Prophet got its hands on the trial transcripts and published all the crimes they committed with Tom. That gave a domino effect. After losing most of their ill-gained properties, the widows felt abandoned by the Death Eaters that are still on the loose, and the Ministry flunkies they bribed into place. They started exposing them to let them carry some of the blame. It helped that the List of Death Eaters that got lost was found and published in the Daily Prophet.
In a few months' time, the Dark Faction were reduced to beggars. Draco's fortune took a big hit, 90% was taken to compensate the victims of Daddy's crimes. Poor Draco, he found out that crime doesn't pay in the long run. The pureblood movement came to a full stop, keeping what was left of their money and properties was more important.
It did wonders for our economy, the top 5% were reduced to the bottom 20%, the money people gained was partly invested back into our society. A lot of Dumbledore's victims got their possessions back. Yes, the Potter Pensieve was one of them, trunks filled with books, heirlooms, you name it, Albus nicked it. He had a good retirement plan worked out with the philosopher's Stone.
Where was I? Ah, spilling useless trivia.
Xxxxx
Ron is strutting around again, but he gave me credit for giving him gillyweed and advice. Still, he is firmly in the lead. Krum is second, Fleur is third, and Madame Maxime has the fourth spot. She got points for her effort to get to the Lake. Not that she cares, her training in the Forbidden Forest intensified, she is challenging the Centaurs four to five times a week. The training is intense, alright. Hagrid has to carry her back every time.
I was on damage control. When the Ministry was vandalizing our Quidditch pit with their maze, Tracey, Daphne, and I loudly discussed which magical animals are worth a lot of money. Tracey advised, "Try to get a Spinx! They are worth a lot! Harvesting one will make Daddy's year. Hippogriffs are not worth the effort, but Griffons are big money makers."
Daphne added, "You have to be more careful if they bring a dragon again. Daddy complained that large parts of the neck were damaged too much. That was an 8% loss in sales."
Hah! That was enough to spook the Ministry. I bet there will be no Spinx in the maze this time. Not a screwt or an Acromantula either. That is good, because Ron has a head start and would be eaten by them. Yes, he is still a friend, I can not bash him too much, his sister is sleeping in my bed.
Xxxxx
Easter! Or Ostare, Beltane, Spring Equinox… pick one. We visited the Granger home… with chaperons, to meet the newborn elflings. They are kind of cute, like pugs are cute dogs, ugly like hell, so they are ugly cute. Dobby was the proud Father when he showed the kids to us, one boy and three girls.
Hermione asked, "Harry? To what family are they going to belong? You have a lot of Houses, how are you going to divide them?"
I shrugged, "I let those decisions to Bonny, Dobby, and the proud Mothers. At the moment, we can concentrate our time on the Mansions we already have. Once we graduate and marry, we will build homes for the Houses that don't have one yet."
I put my hand on Dobby's head and fed him extra Magic. "For now, we have to focus on our education. Bonny will take care of the House Elves' needs."
Bonny popped in and looked up at me, "Bonny be The Potty? Why not make Dobby the Potty?"
I answered, while feeding her my Magic with a hand on her head, "Because it was you who started it all, Bonny. You removed the spell that blocked Dobby. It was you who handled the breeding. And it was you who protected the girls from me. I respect that. Also, Dobby is already listening to you. You are the perfect Potty, Bonny."
Hermione hugged Bonny, "We will depend on you, Bonny. Harry is right, you are perfect for the job."
Xxxxx
Naomi is very pregnant. To be honest, a naked pregnant woman is only sexy for the Dad. I am looking at a woman with a bulging belly, with strange food cravings and sudden mood swings. The girls, however, went in… not Crazy Aunt mode, it is more sinister, it is in Future Mother mode.
That is a special kind of mode that makes young girls long for a baby of their own. They put their hands on Naomi's belly and feel the baby move, start to discuss names and gender, then they start planning their own kids' future. Before you know it, they are staring at me with hungry eyes.
I backed against a wall and protested, "We finish Hogwarts first! Besides, we need to do the Ritual first!"
I tried to change the subject and said to Naomi, "Slughorn is teaching at Hogwarts, Naomi. Do you want me to ask about what he saw in your Mother's memories? I can pressure him, he can go to Azkaban for altering memories and binding your Magic without a permit."
Naomi shook her head, "No, Harry. If that information puts a professor at risk of Azkaban, then my Father will not be a nice man. I doubt that Mother agreed to spend time with my Father. Why else would he wipe her memory? It is better that he remains nameless."
Henri commented, "We discussed this with Cyrus, Robert, and Sirius months ago. The benefits the knowledge would get us would not measure up to the negative effects it would get if the Father is not a nice man, to say it politely."
Xxxxx
Watching a pregnant Naomi made me consider our own future. That many wives means one or two kids each… Three or four… it made me visit Gringotts and do the next trope. Getting rich fast!
I faced Cutthroat and laid out my plan, "Cutthroat, I want to exchange six million Galleons into pounds and invest it in the Muggle World. Can you do that yourself, or do I have to go to a Muggle bank? Here is the list of companies I want to invest in."
Cutthroat frowned, "Six million is a huge sum, Lord Potter. Investing in the Muggle world is a high risk. Many wizards lost huge sums when they tried to invest in the Muggle World. Your Mother was one of the few who pulled it off. Are you going to use her firm to invest or start a new one? Gringotts has cooperated with several Muggle banks in the past. We are known to them as a private investment firm that caters to old nobility."
I shrugged, "Three million is what I got for the Basilisk, the Fireball, and from Dumbledore's vaults. I risk three million from my Vault. That is 5% from my original fortune. We will evaluate what profit or loss I made next year."
I have to be careful, the nineties are the bubble decade. A lot of good people lost a lot of money to those bubbles. Yeah, I got sucker punched too. Not now, though, I have inside info! Although… My world did not have a Magic community. I compared the local history with the one from the old guy's memories, and they match. So I decided to take the risk. Six Million Galleons are thirty million pounds. Enough to make a difference.
Xxxxx
Back at Hogwarts, we took our studies seriously; having Fleur around put pressure on us. She is not only gorgeous, but bloody smart too. Bernadette is at the same level, which is why they are such good friends. Strange but true, we study naked, and it doesn't distract us at all. The RoR provides the best environment to study and practice our spells or potions. It gives the best books on command.
We used the Spring Equinox break to buy enough paper and Magic Ink to start copying books, starting with the French ones. They leave in a few months, and having copies of Flamel's books is priceless. The thank you sex is priceless too.
We bought a 500-lb roll of high-quality paper. Bonny, Zinny, and Minny are lifesavers. They had no problem cutting the paper to the right size and number, once they had an example to start with. With the paper and ink ready, I copied the books with a Parseltongue spell. As I said, the thank you sex was priceless.
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Training for the third task was going smoothly. The RoR provided golems with the looks and characteristics of the real animals, with safety measures included, of course. No Nundu or Dragons, but we had to face a Sphinx, a Manticore, and several types of Chimera. The hard part is that in the Maze, they can ambush us from all sides.
It is in the contract that the Ministry and the organizing school have to provide the Magic creatures. Sprout refused to deliver an animal more dangerous than a flobberworm, the Ministry, however… The people of the Department of Internationale Magical Cooperation had something to prove. The first two tasks were made into a joke by us, making them look like fools. They, and the Department of Magical Games and Sport, got a major loss of face and are determined to make the third task 'Trilling'!
We can only guess what Magic creatures will pop up in the Maze. Here is our dilemma: if
Ron enters the Maze first, he will be chewed up and spit back out before we can enter the Maze. The idiot is still not training for the task. That lazy bastard thinks I will solve his problem again, probably hoping for first place.
We did get rid of the Screwts and Acromantula. There are enough other creepy monsters around, though.
Ginny would be sad if she knew I could have saved the human trash bin. It still is her brother. The twins would be mad too. Maybe it is time to talk to Krum, he is in second place, only eight points behind Ron.
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Time flies fast if you don't concentrate on fixing the flaws in Canon. Like, what are we doing to fill our free time? There isn't anything to do besides chess, Gobstones or Quidditch, and the first two are not that fun to begin with. Moving chess pieces are fun you say? Not when they are complaining all the time about losing to Ron.
The broom cupboards got a lot of visitors. The founders must have realized it, because the cupboards are spelled with birth control runes to prevent creating a new generation of wizards prematurely. It is getting harder to keep the girls a virgin, the dry hump changed to a wet hump when they rubbed their snatch against my Dude. Hermione had to do damage control, or Dude would dive in and shoot his load.
To give the students more ways to relieve their boredom, we introduced card games… Some smart ass taught them strip poker. Not me! I only taught my girls and the six Beauxbatons… OK, it was me after all.
Truth or Dare, you ask? That is useless to us. Who do you want to fuck? Harry, of course! I dare you to get naked in front of everyone. I am already starkers! No, we don't invite others to that game, there are enough girls to wear out my pelvis and cramp up my jaw.
Where was I? Ah, Complain bragging. Like yawning at breakfast, complaining about your lack of sleep. I am not at King Solomon's level, that Dude had seven hundred wives, but I am having a respectable number already… Hmm, I am doing it again.
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Naomi delivered a healthy boy. Henri and Jean are walking on clouds. Henri claimed parental rights over the boy by acknowledging the boy as his son. It made the boy a Granger. The name, you ask? Liam David Granger, like Naomi's grandfather and Henri's Father. Luna and I are the Godparents. Little Liam is going to be spoiled rotten by the girls.
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The third Task! The spectators are in the stands. The Champions are standing before the entrance of the Maze. Madame Maxime is trying desperately to get to the third task. She had a training mishap in the Forbidden Forest again and is currently experiencing a penetrating intrusion from behind.
The Centaur mares got revenge on the cheating Centaur stallions by letting Hagrid get a round or two in. They know it won't last. Hagrid is getting sacked after the Tournament, and Madame Maxime will return to France the day after tomorrow. Ah, useless trivia again.
Ron stood proudly in his battle robes before the entrance. It is his luck to have a sister with puppy eyes, or he would enter in his school robes. Anyway, his pants are wet again when he hears some disturbing roars coming from the Maze.
I patted his back while vanishing the pee, it started to smell. I told him, "It is a good thing you trained hard for this task, Ron. If you didn't train that hard, you will get eaten today. I can not help you now, I can only enter twenty minutes after you. Kill as many as you can, mate, that will make it easier for me to reach the finish."
Fleur added, "Relax, little boy. Just close your eyes when you meet the Nundu, it will be fast. Although Nundu are felines, cats are known to play with their food when they are not hungry. I recognize that roar! A Chimera! Oh, and that is a Manticore!"
I gave Ron a last pat on his back and said, "Be brave, Ron. Eternal glory, remember? That and a thousand Galleons. Focus on that. Clear the way for us."
Hmm, he peed again. At least he doesn't need to save his mum from the Maze.
Bagman was looking nervous. I heard he bet heavily on Madame Maxime, and the Goblins are breathing down his neck. He cast a sonorus when he could not wait any longer for her, "Ladies! Lords! Witches and Wizards! Professors and Students! It is time to start the third task!"
Bagman pointed at Ron, "In the lead is Ronald Weasley! The underdog, the black horse, the wild card of this Tournament! He amazed us with his performance during the first and second tasks! He bravely faced a dragon and prevailed! He went down into the Black Lake and saved his mother! All that is standing between him and the trophy is this maze filled with challenges. There are traps, spells, and Magic creatures to overcome. We have complete faith in him to reach the end."
Bagman faced Krum, "In second place, we have Victor Krum! Ten points behind Ronald Weasley and a favorite to win the cup! He will enter twenty seconds after Ronald Weasley! We wish him all the best!"
Bagman pointed at Fleur, "In third place, we have mademoiselle Fleur Delacour! She will enter the maze five minutes behind Victor Krum! Good luck to you, Miss Delacour!"
With a nervous look on his face, he continued, "In fourth place is Madame Maxime, who seems to have a training accident again. She has been training vigorously in the Forbidden Forest for months! Giving it all for a chance to win. But… accidents happen, and we can not wait for her."
He swallowed when he saw the evil grin on my face, "Fifth, sixth, and seventh place are for Lord Potter. He completed the tasks, but the judges decided that the way he completed them was not impressive enough to give a high score. Lord Potter will enter the Maze twenty minutes after Ronald Weasley. We wish him good luck!"
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The public saw Ron enter the Maze… all they can see are hedges, and protests arise from all sides. This is the second time they can't see a thing! First, it was a frozen lake; now they are looking at hedges! We can predict that this will be the last Triwizard Tournament in History.
Ah! It is Krum's turn! Hmm? He raises his wand and… he is summoning his Firebolt! He has one. He even asked me to sign it. Which I did after he signed my two Firebolts, of course. Ginny is the envy of all the B teams. She is flying a Firebolt signed by Krum and Potter!
Krum's Firebolt arrived, and he got on it. He taunted the organizers by making a tour above the maze, and diving with a Wronski Faint to the Triwizard cup. He snatched the cup and flew back above the Maze to make a victory tour under the loud cheering of the spectators. They could at least see him do the Wronski Faint!
The Maze collapsed, and chains appeared on the Magic creatures to keep them in place. Ron, you ask? He was hanging upside down at the first trap he encountered in the Maze. Too bad his white boxers showed the yellow stains. But… he got second place! Fleur didn't get a chance to enter, nor did Madame Maxime or I. Not a bad result for a fifteen-year-old, his birthday was March first. So, he gets some of the glory. Not the Eternal one, but enough to get out of my shadow.
Krum landed beside me and said, "Thank you for the tip, Harry. If not for you, I would have thought they put a no-fly zone above the Maze."
I grinned, "They couldn't, Victor. The Quidditch Pit is spelled that way to prevent sabotage. They should have moved the Maze to another place. They saved money for the stands and paid for it with embarrassment. Congratulations on your win, Victor. You deserved to win."
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The Victory party was legendary! The one thing the Tournament succeeded in, was forming bonds of friendship. The three schools mingled, broom cupboards were visited, deserted classrooms were populated, and the RoR hosted the after-party. I made a big pool and a dance floor. On one side of a wall were changing rooms with bathing suits and towels, and on the other wall was a long table with snacks, courtesy of The Potty.
We didn't get naked this time. Krum was here with his fans, Neville with Lavender and Parvati, and several couples from all three schools. Ron went to bed at the same time as his groupies. Hmm, I may have made the changing rooms too big. They are using them to shag in it. Meh, Yolo!
Neville got his cherry popped by Lavender and Parvati. By the look on his face, he loved it. Parvati will definitely stay in Britain. Neville is a loyal boy, he will stick with Lavender and Parvati. Why do I care, you ask? Because Parvati and Lavender aspire to a career as Wedding planners, and who has a lot of brides, you think? I am in for a rough couple of years. I hope I survive it.
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Yule! It is finally Yule! A week ago, we formed our Coven. I have them all, even Astoria and Gabrielle wanted to be a part of it. Ginny stuck like glue to me and didn't want someone else. Meh, more fun for me.
The ritual went fine, Astoria and I in the center of the Heptagon, a virgin on each corner, with basilisk and Phoenix parts as offering. A three-hour chant in Parseltongue got rid of the Family curse, and seven popped cherries. The orgy lasted until the next day. Hermione and Fleur assisted me with Susan's and Hannah's strap-on.
What else is new? Ah, Tonks and Hestia are preggers. Little Liam triggered their Mother instincts, and I had to deliver. Bonny, Zinny, and Mipsy have a kid too. Betty is finally pregnant, she had lots of fun with Dobby.
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The weddings! Yes, as in multiple weddings! I could not escape those. Daphne and Tracey combined theirs, so did Susan and Hannah. Tonks and Hestia paired up too. Luna asked Hermione to be part of her wedding, she didn't have many relatives, and it was more fun that way.
Padma indulged Parvati and let her go all out, and had an upper-class traditional Indian Wedding… paid for by Lord Patil, of course.
Ginny got to wear the tiara of Molly's Great Aunt Muriel Prewett. Great Aunt Prewett was a blast at the wedding party. She was spilling old secrets once she got in her cups, and she knew plenty of them.
Fleur's wedding was a high-class event in France. The French were complaining I stole Fleur from them, and the Brits were complaining I got tricked into moving to France. Gabrielle and Astoria were saying, "Two more years, two more years."
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Nineteen years later…
We made some changes to the train ride. To prevent people from traveling to London to board the train, we provided a portkey to the students who lived too far away. They arrived on the platform well on time.
I have children in all the classes, from first to seventh year. I have Griffindors, Slytherins, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs. I don't discriminate. No Albus Severus, nor a Scorpio. There is an Abraxas Malfoy, though. Pansy threatened to neuter Draco when he suggested Scorpio to her. Yeah, we are on speaking terms with them. Family and shit, you know, it is a small world.
Parvati and Lavender are happy, they are planning the wedding for Hestia's and Tonks's twins. They are marrying the twin boys from Fred and George. The girls are two years older than the boys, but that didn't stop them from courting them. We stopped calling them by their names long ago. Four twins, they drive Molly up the wall when they visit the Burrow. Bill and Charlie? Bill bagged a Veela at Fleur's and mine wedding. Charlie doesn't like me after I killed his favorite Fireball. He is still single.
Percy and Penny's daughter is Headgirl this year, my kids are glad she takes after her Mother.
Ron? He is the equipment manager of the Chudley Cannons, his dream job, when his keeper gig flopped. He got the record for most goals in the league. He let an average of thirty goals pass through his hoops each match. The Chudley Cannons ended that season with another record on their name. Most hated keeper of the decade.
Where was I? Ah, marrying the kids. I can afford them easily. My investments paid out, and we are filthy rich! It will be a bit complicated in the long run. Inbreeding is a high risk with that many related to me. Those are worries for later, though. I am still having fun.
The Dursleys, you ask? I let them off the hook after Dumbledore confessed that he used spells to let them despise me. They are living Down Under.
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A hundred fifty years later,
Yep, I am about to kick the bucket. The flesh could go on, but the pelvis gave up on me. It did its job, though. I have a bunch of kids, plenty of Grandkids, a horde of great-grandkids, and countless great-great-grandkids. I stopped remembering their names, Hey You! Works fine too.
AN:
Yes, my inspiration took a dive. All the bad guys are gone. What is left to write about? I have no talent to drag it out for 900 chapters. That is a talent many Chinese authors have. My engine is starting to malfunction around 100K words. I am going to focus on my unfinished stories. Harry Potter has to wait for now. I hope I entertained you a bit with my stories.