Chapter 3
"Merry Christmas Harry," Emma declared when the wizard entered the living room of the Granger home on Christmas morning.
"Merry Christmas everyone," answered the mage.
Harry could sense Emma's excitement at the prospect of what his gift would be this year and managed to suppress his smile.
"Calm down dear," Dan urged his wife.
"I can't help it. Harry's gifts last year were just so useful," the attractive dentist said as her clothes changed color with but a thought thanks to the illusory band she wore everywhere.
"Mum," Hermione said in an embarrassed tone.
"It's alright love," Harry assured his girlfriend.
Dan and Emma were aware that their daughter was dating the handsome Potter mage and were fine with that. Dan had thought about taking Harry aside for a proper talk about not hurting his little girl but then remembered what the green eyed sorcerer had done to the dark wizards who had tried raping Emma. Harry made a sweeping gesture of his hand for show and caused presents to remotely teleport into the laps of the Grangers.
Dan appeared a bit more reserved when opening his present but the Rider wasn't fooled. Harry could sense Dan's excitement. The three family members were drawn to three identically shaped small packages out of their group of presents. Hermione was the first who had her gift open and found a ring but not an engagement band. The brilliant witch noticed the tiny runes upon the band.
"What does this do?" Emma asked as she examined her own ring.
Even the two non-magical Grangers were discerning enough to conclude the rings were magical.
"Hermione love, you can help me demonstrate. The rings are enchanted with levitation and resizing charms in addition to their main features. Throw the ring in the air several feet away from mine and imagine it floating so that it is standing vertically. Good," Harry said approvingly as the witch did as directed. "Now imagine the ring enlarging to the same size as mine." Once the ring was identical in size to her mate's Hermione looked to the wizard for direction. "Finally say connect with Harry Potter just like when activating our mirrors."
"Connect with Harry Potter," Hermione declared.
The two portals connected with a blue shimmer. Harry walked over to Hermione's portal and stuck his arm through. The Grangers saw the arm appear out of the wizard's portal.
"Bloody brilliant," Dan Granger declared.
Emma was too amazed to censure her husband's language.
"The rings are tied to each of you. Anyone you desire can use them but only those you desire. The rings are heavily protected. You can control the ring with thought," Harry explained while deactivating his ring and summoning it back to his finger where it shrunk down to fit perfectly.
Hermione followed her mate's example and called her ring back to her finger.
"How do they work, the portals I mean?" Emma queried.
"Wormholes connect the rings to each other," Harry replied.
"What happens if two of these wormholes hit each other? For example what if you Harry and I open up a portal with our rings and then Hermione and Emma also open a portal so that our wormholes cross each other. What would happen in that case?" Dan inquired.
Harry smiled before announcing, "A good question Dan. I have built a semi-sentient intelligence into the runic controller that will compensate in real time to deal with a variety of scenarios. One of those compensations will be able to bend the two wormholes around each other," the sorcerer assured.
"Brilliant," Hermione declared before leaning over and kissing her mate. Knowing he would pick up her thoughts the witch also projected, "You make me so hot for you when you show just how brilliant you are."
"Let's open some more presents," Emma suggested while the Grangers all tried to digest the significance of the astounding gift they had just been given.
Many other great gifts were given that morning. The best gift Harry received was a joint present from Hermione, Nym, and Susan. The three witches unwrapped themselves and shagged Harry for quite a few hours that Christmas morning.
Late in the evening saw Harry having visited all of his friends and given gifts in addition to the presents he had remotely teleported out that morning with the exception of two witches at Hogwarts. Harry teleported to Hogwarts and found the two witches together in the practice room engaging in a bit of a duel. Ginny and Cho wanted to maintain their skills even over the holidays. The raven haired Cho was at that stage of development where she was starting to show beauty instead of just being cute. Ginny was still mostly just cute but she was extraordinarily cute.
Harry remained invisible for some time while he watched the pair duel. Finally Ginny went down to a transfigured hand reaching up from the floor faster than she could leap back.
"Well done both of you," Harry said, announcing his presence.
"Harry," both girls cried in surprise, both pleased to see the handsome celebrity.
"Hello ladies," the mage greeted. "I have another present for you," the warlock said while teleporting the ring boxes into their hands.
Then the long explanation and demonstration ensued. Harry had become quite good at the explanation by then.
"Thank you Harry," Cho said.
"Yes thank you," Ginny added. "We got this envelope with our presents from Susan, Hermione, and Nym," the redhead added as she passed an envelope to the mage.
The front of the envelope said To Harry.
Harry opened the letter and began to read.
Dear Harry,
We love you very much and have noticed how much you have had to restrain yourself from ravishing us at every opportunity. Even with three mates your body craves more. Though our minds are willing our bodies cannot handle making love as often as your fantastic form obviously can. We think your libido is growing as you get older.
To this end we have come up with a solution. We know Ginny and Cho desire you. Call it female intuition. This letter is to inform you that we are fine with you taking more mates as long as you are able to still make love to us when we desire it. That means as many mates as you want as long as they agree to share. Show this letter to your new potential mates. If they agree to these terms this charmed parchment will glow pink. Have fun.
Love,
Hermione Granger, Nymphadora 'Nym' Tonks, Susan Bones
"I've got the best girlfriends ever," Harry muttered as he passed the letter to the two witches.
Each witch took a side of the letter and began to read. When Harry saw the letter begin to glow a bright pink he shifted form into his elf-like physiology.
"How can you handle three women let alone more Harry?" Cho asked before looking up. "Oh," was all the witch could manage as she saw the gorgeous form of the immortal warrior.
"Those ears explain a lot," Ginny said as she noticed the pointy ears and recalled legends and myths of what her favorite wizard was.
"Indeed," Harry agreed before going into a brief explanation about his metamorphmagus powers and his new form gained from his first visit to one of his Gringotts vaults.
"Before you ask I definitely want you," Cho informed Harry after he had finished his explanation.
"So do I…I just don't know if I am ready to do everything yet," Ginny added somewhat shyly.
"I will only go as far as you are comfortable with Ginny," Harry assured the cute redhead, earning a grateful smile from the witch. "So do you ladies want to explore individually or together?"
"Give us a second," Cho replied before leading Ginny to the far corner of the room.
Neither witch seemed to realize the perceptive Rider would have no trouble hearing their whispered conversation.
"What do you think Ginny? Do you want to explore that gorgeous wizard together or separately?" Cho queried.
"I think together would be better. I'm not yet willing to do everything and if he does everything with you then I will feel a lot better," Ginny suggested.
"Mmm…fine by me," the Asian witch agreed. "You can find out if Harry is as skilled using his tongue for other things as he is with using it to form eloquent grammar."
"I like the sound of that," Ginny agreed.
The two young ladies turned to announce their decision together and found an already nude Harry Potter waiting for them on a transfigured bed.
"Bloody hell," Ginny declared.
"What she said," Cho added before approaching the bed quickly and jumping on.
Begin Smut Scene (Warning Fem-Slash)
The first year Gryffindor and third year Ravenclaw witches practically pounced on the wizard. Cho's lips found Harry's mouth in a hungry kiss as the Rider tore her workout pants from her lower half. Cho wasted no time in guiding the mage's prick to her slick opening. While Cho was a virgin she did not have a hymen given how much time she spent on a broomstick recently. The Ravenclaw slid her tight snatch down around Harry's dick with one fast move of her hips.
"Ugh…you're so bloody big, Harry," Cho gasped.
Suddenly a vial of potions appeared floating in the air above Ginny and Cho. Glowing letters instructed the witches to drink.
"It's alright…you can drink the potion. The potion is polyjuice meant to make you look like Nym. But you can shift to older forms of your natural self at will even after the potion wears off," Harry explained as he started moving his hips slowly up and down off the bed, working his meat pole up and down inside of Cho's sweet flower.
"Brilliant," Ginny said before taking the vial and downing it.
"I'll say," Cho agreed with a moan as she felt a shaft moving in and out of her vagina for the first time.
Cho downed the vial and briefly two copies of Nymphadora Tonks were visible before the two females focused on older versions of themselves. Ginny became an astoundingly beautiful redhead. Cho was a buxom Asian beauty with wide hips that were currently rotating and rocking back and forth as she rode the Potter celebrity's prick. A look of delight spread over Cho's features as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations of having her inner pussy walls stretched and massaged by a healthy immortal organ. Cho's hands explored Harry's abs as she ground her cunny on his length. Ginny was watching her gorgeous male friend's thick tool disappear into Cho's body, not quite able to believe the Ravenclaw could take that long rod all the way.
"Come here beautiful. I want to taste that tight pink slit between your thighs," Harry told Ginny as he reached over and grasped her by the thighs, lifting her easily with his well above mortal strength and repositioning her over his head.
"Ohhh….Harry," Ginny cried as she felt his mouth attach to her flower. "Oh…your tongue...it's inside of me! Cho his tongue is licking me," the sexually sheltered Weasley told the Claw.
"His dick is inside of me Ginny and it's hot and hard! Yes, yes…fuck me Harry," Cho urged as she moved her hips faster, rocking back and forth on the sorcerer's cock.
Harry was a sexual dynamo with two witches to pleasure. Ginny's tangy nectar flowed into his mouth as he ran his tongue the length of her slit before probing into her cunt hole with his long taste organ. At the apex of his run of her lips Harry would flick his tongue across the redhead's clit rapidly and then repeat the whole exercise again. Cho's snatch was gripping the mage's dick powerfully as she bounced on his pole, her inner muscles receiving a fantastic workout as they tried to keep the shaft inside of her body. Harry's hands ran over Cho's hips and found her much fuller butt, kneading the tender flesh as it came down again and again against his thighs.
A surge of lust ran through the two witches as the aura Harry put out flared. Both females could feel the wizard's power and his desires were made reality. Cho's lips captured Ginny's mouth in an unyielding torrent of passion. The dragon Rider's powerful mind was exploring the situation and he could feel everything. When the kiss between the females broke Ginny bent her head down and sucked one of the Chinese beauty's dark nipples into her mouth. Harry thrust upwards harder and faster, pumping his shaft in and out of Cho's tight folds. Ginny ground her mound down against the warrior warlock's mouth while her hands played with Cho's breasts. The Asian witch returned the favor. Moans, grunts, whimpers, gasps, the sound of flesh impacting flesh and dozens of other sounds filled the room.
The two witches were suddenly disoriented as they found themselves reoriented into a new position thanks to Harry's teleportation abilities. Ginny was now lying flat on her back staring wantonly up at the still connected Harry and Cho while the Ravenclaw young woman was on her hands and knees being shafted from behind. This new position allowed Harry to angle his thrusts so that his dick stimulated the most sensitive parts of Cho. The brunette could feel an orgasm building in her belly and could tell it was going to be phenomenal. Currently Miss Chang's focus was upon Ginny's snatch which was right in front of the Claw's face in this new position. The Rider's powerful mind was intertwined with the consciousness of his two companions and he could easily smell through Cho Ginny's desire made liquid. Without dwelling on her actions Cho's mouth descended upon the redhead's pussy and began devouring the tender pink flesh.
"Cho…oh Merlin, Cho," Ginny moaned. "Lick me honey…oh that feels so damn good," the youngest Weasley purred, bringing her hands down to slide through the older witch's raven tresses.
Harry meanwhile was busily pumping away at the Ravenclaw's womanly embrace. Through his connection with her mind the Rider knew exactly where Cho liked being stimulated. The sorcerer gripped his mate's hips and sawed his hips back and forth with speed only an immortal could match. The green eyed Potter's aura flared brightly as he bellowed his approval, driving his cock hard into Cho's vagina and forcing his manhood to twist, twirl, and undulate in her innards with his metamorphmagus powers. Cho's orgasm, which had been building for some time, broke from her belly and cunt into her body proper and washed over her senses like a tidal wave. The brunette witch's sleeve gushed pussy juice as it squeezed and pulled at the shaft buried in its depths. Cho sucked on Ginny's clit while slipping a finger into the younger female's slit and stimulating the right spots. The fire haired Gryffindor started shuddering through a fantastic cum while clamping her thighs around Cho's head. Cho's cries of approval at Harry's actions were directed right into Ginny's mound.
Harry ran his hands over the sweat slickened smooth skin of Cho's back and sides as he stayed inside of her, still hard. The witches' ecstasy went on for many minutes and Harry benefited from that through the mental connection he shared with them.
"That was bloody brilliant," Cho declared after she began to recover from her orgasm.
"It was the best cum of my life," Ginny agreed.
"I don't think it's over yet," Cho said as she realized Harry was still hard inside of her.
"Most definitely not," Harry confirmed with a smoldering gaze at the two witches.
Warning Anal Sex From Here…
The wizard drew his prick out of Cho's snatch and drug it up between the globes of her bum cheeks. The witch gasped as she felt magic tingling in her anus.
"What's he doing?" Ginny asked.
"He's sticking it up my bum," Cho answered with a groan as the warlock began pushing his tool through her sphincter.
Cho's rectal muscles were forced to surrender to the Rider's greater power. The witch's intestines squeezed and tried to expel the intruder but with no success. Harry watched his sausage slide between the brunette beauty's tight buns and disappear into her magically slickened chute. After half a minute the celebrity was completely encased in the Ravenclaw's bowels. The mage leaned over his woman, pressing himself against her back and grinding his pelvis against her butt, and turned her head enough so that he could take her lips with his. Cho moaned into the kiss as she adjusted to the feeling of being filled in a different kind of way than having a cock in her cunny. Harry loved the taste of Ginny's flower on Cho's mouth. Slowly the sorcerer started moving his hips to slide his prick in and out of Cho's stretched colon.
"That's so hot," Ginny whispered as she played with her cunny.
Then an idea occurred to the redhead. Ginny crawled around the bed so that she was behind Harry as he mounted the older witch. The Gryffindor female then lay on her back and scooted between Cho's thighs which were parted so that she could brace herself as the gorgeous Potter mounted her bum. Ginny stopped when her mouth was level with Cho's slit and began returning the favor by lapping at the Claw's cunt. Ginny happily discovered feminine nectar tasted amazing when mixed with Harry Potter's seed.
"Yes…oh yes Ginny," Cho whispered between moans. "Eat my snatch while Harry buggers my bum! He's so big inside of me," the brunette declared with a gasp as a particularly good thrust drove the wizard's tool deeply into her guts.
Cho would have never believed she would enjoy being sodomized so much until she had Harry Potter's dick buried up her backside. Having her pussy licked, sucked, and nibbled on by the Gryffindor witch certainly made the experience even more enjoyable for the Claw. Harry's powerful form pressed into Cho's sweaty back, covering her completely. The green eyed wizard's muscles felt especially good to the anally impaled beauty. His cock moving in and out of her rectum felt fantastic to Miss Chang when combined with the mouth glued to her flower. Suddenly Cho experienced the disorienting effects of teleportation for a moment before she found herself turned around. Now Ginny was completely beneath Cho so that the Claw could lick the younger female's pussy while having her own serviced. Ginny found this new position allowed her to see Harry's shaft sliding in and out of Cho's bum.
"I'm going to lick your arse," Harry purred into Cho's ear before pulling his prick out and licking his way down her back.
Everything was clean due to magic. Cho's arsehole was still widely gaping as the Rider caught sight of it. Harry immediately plunged his tongue into the brunette beauty's rectum, holding her cheeks apart with his hands. The metamorphmagus explored Cho's backside for a few minutes with his very malleable tongue.
"Let me taste your cock," Cho urged after a few minutes of having her bum and cunny tongued simultaneously.
Harry teleported onto his knees in front of Cho and she immediately tried to swallow his rod. The witch found she could only fit about half of Harry's prick in her mouth that first time. But the Chinese female vowed she would learn to take more. Even only having half of his cock sucked by Cho's mouth felt great to the celebrity. The wizard rocked his hips back and forth a short distance to slide his sensitive tool along Cho's tongue. Soon enough the mage withdrew from Cho's mouth and sat on his bum. Then the Rider gestured with his hand and used his telekinesis to float the Ravenclaw into the air and turn her around. The sorcerer turned Cho so that she was facing away and set her down on her feet. Grasping the buxom witch by her hips Harry guided her so that she sat down on his erection.
"Ugh…so big," Cho gasped as she once more accepted her man's length back up her backside.
Ginny crawled between her lovers' legs as Cho started bouncing on Harry's dick. This gave the Gryffindor redhead an excellent view of the handsome wizard's hardness spearing in and out of the older female's bowels. Suddenly Ginny found herself floating in the air and spinning around so that her snatch was against the back of Cho's head. Then Ginny felt Harry's tongue licking her anus. The sensation was quite enjoyable. Then the celebrity's gingers were working the redhead's snatch. Both witches were moaning their approval as their favorite warlock had his way with them. One witch sat on the Rider's face and the other sat on his shaft. Both witches felt magic pouring into their sweaty bodies, heightening their ecstasy.
Cho was bouncing furiously in Harry's lap by this point using a mixture of her own leg power and her mate's telekinesis. The wizard's prick head was traveling from just inside the Chinese beauty's anus to deep into her colon and back again. Cho was quite close to a furious climax and was hastening that trip by rubbing her pussy with her right hand. The flow of magic from the Rider's shaft certainly helped Cho's endeavor to cum with a dick buried between her buns. Ginny was suddenly teleported around so that she was now draped over Harry's head with her crotch against his mouth. The sorcerer's magic right middle finger drilled into the redhead's arsehole and started working her virgin passage furiously. Energy discharged into the air with a crackle as Harry's aura visibly manifested. Cho was the first to achieve that peak of pleasure followed closely by Ginny.
Harry allowed himself to let go, injecting a flood of semen into Cho's bowels while she shuddered in his lap and squirmed against his groin. The Ravenclaw's butt muscles squeezed and clenched rapidly around the shooting prick buried in her bottom. Cho's tight ass craved every drop of her mate's sperm. Ginny sprayed her juices into the hungry Potter's mouth, shuddering through her own climax.
The trio collapsed back into a heap of sweaty twisted limbs after some time of muscle spasms and pure undiminished ecstasy.
In between gasps for breathe Ginny declared, "You give the best Christmas presents Harry!"
"Too right," Cho added before the two witches dissolved into a fit of giggles.
End Smut Scene
Harry made sure to show Hermione, Nym, and Susan his appreciation of just how amazing they were. By the time the Rider was done pleasuring the three witches they were more confident than ever that they had made the right decision in allowing their mate to take on more female lovers. Soon enough the holidays ended and term started back up.
Snape was in a worse mood than usual and attempted to show this by flooding his students with homework.
"All of this homework was given just because the git had no one to spend the holidays with," Nym declared knowingly one evening while doing her potions homework.
"Too right," Hermione agreed, disgusted with Snape's excesses.
"At least we have Harry to help us," Susan pointed out.
"I just wish he would tell us how he got to be such a potions genius," Neville said.
"My lips are sealed," Harry answered with a grin.
"What a shame," Ginny declared, causing the females who had experienced the Rider's tongue to giggle.
"You have no shame Ginny," a blushing Hannah whispered, getting the Gryffindor witch's meaning.
"I see no reason to be ashamed. Give it a few years and I'm sure Neville will prove to you how good he is with his tongue," Ginny teased, causing Neville to turn just as red as Hannah.
"Leave them alone Ginny," Cho said. "I swear you have really come into your own in the last couple of weeks."
"Harry has that effect on people," Hermione pointed out.
"Indeed," Nym agreed.
Harry just shook his head at his friends' antics. The sorcerer had no trouble helping his friends, even the sixth year Nym, with their potions assignments given all the knowledge he had taken from Snape's mind. The greasy bastard could assign all the homework he liked. The Potter male would just as easily complete the assignments. Quills enchanted to write the spoken word made it easy for the group of friends to complete all of their assignments without getting cramped hands.
By the time February fourteenth rolled around it was clear that Neville and Hannah had admitted they liked each other. Harry and Saphira could tell that Hannah and Neville had been exploring each other a bit because the young couple's scents were mixed. As usual Harry "woke" that morning between the naked forms of Nym, Hermione, Susan, and Cho. The ability to teleport within Hogwarts was a godsend. The mage often laid down to rest after his nightly wanderings with his mates. The sun was shining brightly on Hogwarts.
After a bout of friskiness the warlock remotely teleported his four females back to their beds. The quartet of females joined their boyfriend at breakfast after a quick shower.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked as she sat down beside Harry.
The Great Hall was decorated with pink hearts and confetti was falling from the enchanted ceiling. Lockhart, wearing robes even more garish than Dumbledore's dress style, waved the occupants of the Great Hall to silence. The teachers bracketing the blonde faker didn't look happy.
"Happy Valentine's Day everyone," Lockhart declared. "I would like to thank all thirty-two people who have sent me cards thus far. I have arranged this surprise for you all."
The pathetic DADA teacher clapped his hands which signaled dozens of dwarves to enter through the main doors. The sight of the dwarves triggered a series of memories in Harry. Dozens upon dozens of scenes flashed through the Rider's mind and he could tell Saphira was seeing the same thing.
"Orik," Harry sent to his dragon.
"I can remember much about him. He was a king and a good friend," Saphira said.
"But it's all very hazy. I remember a dwarven realm called Farthen Dur," Harry replied.
"Myrrdin did say his father's memories would surface in you in time, little one," Saphira pointed out.
"I guess this is the beginning," Harry agreed.
Because of the memories flashing through his mind the Potter heir didn't hear Lockhart's announcement about the dwarves acting as cupids throughout the day. The mage soon figured out the dwarves' mission because the short beings kept interrupting classes to deliver singing valentines.
"Why haven't you received any valentines, Harry?" Hermione asked her boyfriend at lunch.
"He definitely should have gotten some," Nym agreed from her position next to her lover.
The close group of friends often shared meals at one of the three non-Slytherin house tables.
"Magic," Harry answered with a wink.
"Cheeky bugger," Nym replied after a laugh.
"I've got a stealth enchantment covering me which keeps the dwarves from noticing me if they have something to deliver to me," Harry explained.
"It sounds like a tricky piece of magic to generate," Cho commented.
"Not really," Harry assured. "I've learned to manipulate that type of magic with very little structure. It's mostly my will controlling my power."
"You're going to be greater than Merlin someday Harry," Neville declared.
"Merlin would seem to agree," Saphira observed.
"Indeed," Harry agreed. "Thanks Nev," the sorcerer replied aloud. "You are a pretty great wizard yourself."
Neville blushed at the praise from the raven haired celebrity, still not quite used to compliments after living with his grandmother for so long. The Longbottom matriarch often compared her grandson to his father.
"It's true Nev," Hannah agreed. "You are a brilliant wizard."
And it was true. Neville had improved drastically in all ways since he had started Hogwarts and began spending much time with the close group of friends.
"Cor, why are those dwarves beating the magic out of Malfoy?" Nym queried while gesturing towards the Slytherin table where three of the dressed up cupids were bloodying up the Slytherin git quite nicely.
"I believe he may have insulted their ancestry. That is a fatal mistake with dwarves," Harry assured.
Hermione noticed the look on her boyfriend's face and grew suspicious.
"Harry…do you perhaps have anything to do with Malfoy insulting the dwarves?" Hermione inquired of her mate.
"Now Hermione…do you truly think Malfoy needs any assistance in his stupidity?" The Rider questioned with his right eyebrow raised.
In truth Harry may have remotely teleported a small dose of a compulsion potion into Draco's goblet. The sorcerer might have observed Malfoy bullying a couple of first years during the Rider's nightly wandering of the school grounds. Harry had stopped the bullying of course with some well placed telekinesis but that did not mean Malfoy would go unpunished.
"If you ask me, all of these accidents that have been befalling Malfoy could not be happening to a more deserving bloke," Ginny declared.
The Weasleys all disliked the Malfoys because of the way the Malfoys looked down upon and treated the Weasleys. The Weasleys were considered blood traitors and trash because they didn't hold with the old pureblood beliefs and were not well off financially.
"Too right," Cho agreed.
"Let's all just enjoy the show," Susan suggested as the group of friends watched Snape trying to pull the dwarves away from Malfoy.
"An amusing time," Saphira projected to her Rider.
Over their Easter holidays the second years were assigned the task of choosing their third year subjects.
"This decision could affect our entire future," Hermione fretted as she and her friends sat at the table in the back of the library that had been where they had congregated to study for the last two years.
"Don't worry so much, Hermione. Nym and I will help you make the right choices," Cho assured.
"I've gotten enough advice from my family. All my great aunts and great uncles and relatives I didn't even know I had have sent me letters advising me which subjects to take," Neville declared. "It's all rather confusing."
"Yes, but Nym and Cho have taken these subjects more recently than your relatives, Neville," Harry pointed out.
"You make a good point," Neville agreed.
"Whatever you do avoid Divination," Cho warned while Nym nodded her agreement adamantly.
"Why avoid Divination?" Hannah asked curiously.
"Because the instructor is a fraud and a drunk," Nym answered. "She singles out one or two students in every class and then predicts that they will die horrible deaths all of their years in her class," Nym explained.
"That's horrible," Hermione exclaimed, horrified that any teacher could do that to a student.
"Ten points for figuring out who she would pick in your class," Cho suggested.
"Me," Harry concluded which earned nods from the two older witches. "Right, no Divination for me."
"Hermione, why are you signing up for every new elective possible but Divination? You can only pick two," Nym pointed out.
"I know…of course you are right. I was hoping maybe Professor McGonagall would leave me in the courses she thought I'd do best to take," Hermione suggested.
"Hermione, you do not need muggle studies. You're muggleborn," Cho pointed out.
"Besides that…the course hasn't been updated since the Victorian era," Nym assured. "Care of Magical Creatures is alright I suppose but nothing special. If you are really interested you can learn the topic well enough from a book. I'd suggest you pick Arithmancy and Runes. That goes for all of you. If you work at it together like you do now with all of your classes you will learn a lot."
"I'm signing up for those two classes," Harry agreed with his shape-shifting mate.
That was pretty much the deciding factor for everyone else in the group of friends. Even Hermione had to acknowledge that Harry was the most intelligent member of the group. More than intelligence Harry was beginning to show his friends how wise he was. The green eyed warlock suspected this wisdom was gained from his emerging memories from Eragon. Plus Saphira's council was always helpful. In the end the second years among the group signed up for the two classes Nym had recommended and nothing else.
Not long after the form had been completed Harry sensed a curious presence converging on the table he was sitting at. A young blonde witch appeared around the corner of one tall book case and with a purpose strode over to the Rider and proceeded to seat herself quickly in his lap.
"Luna," Ginny gasped. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sitting in Harry's lap. The nargles told me I should try it out," the blonde announced as she wriggled her bum in Harry's lap.
"I think I like her already," Nym declared as she smiled at her boyfriend in amusement.
"This is Luna Lovegood, an old friend," Ginny informed her friends.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Luna," Harry said to the blonde in his lap.
"I'm sure it is," Susan declared with a wide grin, causing the magicians at the table to laugh at the situation.
The highly telepathic Harry could tell just from Luna's projected thoughts that she had a very unique way of viewing the world. A memory of another strange blonde witch from long ago flashed through the Rider's mind.
"She does remind me of the Herbalist Angela," Saphira agreed. "You should mate with this one too."
"Let me get to know her first Saphira," an exasperated Harry answered his dragon.
Harry did have to admit that Luna would be quite fetching when she matured physically a bit.
"She's my great, great, great, many great grandmother," Luna informed the wizard acting as her chair.
"Who is?" Harry queried.
"Angela," Luna answered.
Harry's entire body tensed up. The powerful sorcerer's aura flared up so intensely everyone at the table sensed it.
"How did you know I was thinking of her?" Harry demanded in a deceptively quiet whisper. Then the celebrity remembered one of Angela's talents. "You're a Seer, aren't you?"
"Somewhat," Luna agreed.
"Harry…who is Angela?" Hermione inquired.
"And how can you have been thinking of a witch that lived that long ago?" Nym questioned.
"I can't tell you guys that. I'm afraid this secret is too much of an advantage to me at this time. I can probably tell you someday but there are people who can pluck the knowledge of my secret right out of your mind," Harry answered.
"You're just too bloody mysterious Potter," Nym teased which succeeded in breaking the tension.
"Hold on, if Luna knows your secret why couldn't someone just take this knowledge from her mind?" Ginny demanded.
"I pity the fool that tries entering Luna's mind. I'm just picking up her projected thoughts and I can clearly state she is rather unique and nobody is getting secrets out of her that she doesn't want them to know," Harry assured.
Ginny appeared somewhat satisfied at that response before another thought occurred to her.
"Does your being something of a Seer explain why you always talk about all these strange creatures?" Ginny asked her friend.
"Of course…the creatures are in other realms," Luna answered.
"You never told me that," Ginny said in exasperation.
"What would have been the fun in that?" Luna asked with a shrug and a mischievous grin.
"Luna," Ginny growled in frustration, making her friends laugh.
"Oh yeah…I'm definitely liking this one," Nym declared.
"Welcome to the group, Luna," Cho told the younger Ravenclaw witch.
As the next Gryffindor Quidditch match fast approached Oliver increased the frequency of the practices so that the team was flying every evening after dinner. Harry was tempted to use his mind powers to manipulate Oliver into making the practices every other night but decided he really wasn't very inconvenienced by the practices. Of course the Potter heir's teammates probably didn't feel the same way since they were in the heat of the action. Harry occasionally practiced play disrupting moves but for the most part he flew around pretending he couldn't easily see the snitch when the golden magical object never left his perception.
The atmosphere on the Saturday morning of the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff match was bright with sunshine and a light breeze.
"These are the perfect conditions for Quidditch," Oliver declared when Harry sat down near the team at the breakfast table.
"Sleet would be good quidditch weather for you, Wood," Harry teased the Quidditch Captain.
"He's got you there, Oliver," Katie Bell agreed.
"Just because I can play in it doesn't mean I'd like it," Oliver muttered as he tore into his scrambled eggs.
The team was doing warm-up exercises when Harry joined them at the pitch. The green eyed mage enlarged his broom to normal size and began warming up his flight skills even though he had been out flying on Saphira that morning. The female dragon was quite large by this point in her life but her growth rate had at least slowed down a bit. Harry knew from Eragon's returning memories that Saphira's breed grew their entire lives. Images of a dragon skeleton as big as a not so small hill were in the Rider's memory.
Soon enough the match had begun. Harry took to the air and flew high opposite the Hufflepuff Seeker, a fifth year wizard named Cedric Diggory. Cedric seemed like a nice enough bloke from what Nym said of him but the Hufflepuff wizard wasn't in Harry's league as far as Quidditch went. The elf-like dragon Rider went speeding around the pitch, several times over the next half hour making it seem like he had spotted the snitch. These races after the snitch distracted Cedric from the true prize while the Gryffindor chasers ran up the score. The Hufflepuffs had a decent defense but the Gryffindors were trained to defeat the thuggish and violent Slytherins. The final score when Harry caught the snitch was 280 to 60 in Gryffindor's favor.
"And Potter caught the snitch," Lee Jordan announced. "Gryffindor has won! It's time to Party!"
McGonagall didn't even censure the announcer for his last comment due to the large smile plastered on her lips.
Saphira and her Rider were exploring the Forbidden Forest a few nights later when they picked up a familiar scent.
"Luna," Harry sent to his companion as he discerned the source of the scent.
Saphira took to the air with a powerful leap and glided through the forest, the thick tree trunks bending around her wingtips thanks to Merlin's enchantments. It was only half a minute later that the pair found the blonde sitting at the edge of a clearing. A group of fairies was fluttering about the girl. There were also several larger spirits of the forest that mortal magicians couldn't usually see. Luna noticed them. But it wasn't this sight that disturbed Harry. The disturbing view was the cluster of large spiders, Acromantula, that were approaching the clearing from behind Luna.
Harry summoned one of his favorite wands to his hand. Although the mage did not often use a wand there were certain times when a foci was useful. This wand, left behind by Merlin, was more useful than most. The wand expanded into a stave with a large blue sapphire at the tip. As Saphira dove for the cluster of spiders her mage leapt from her back, flipping through the air and activating the final transformation of the recently deciphered enchantments on the weapon left by Merlin. The stave transformed into a hand and a half sword with a rippling flame effects marking the transition between the soft spine and the hard edge of the blade. The blue sapphire pulsed with a bright power.
"Brisingr," the Rider whispered, causing the blade to flash with blue flames that did not burn the sword's bearer.
Saphira and Harry landed on a separate spider each at the same time. Saphira's weight crushed the creature easily while her Rider's blade stabbed down through the eight-legged being's brain with deadly precision. The remaining six Acromantula screeched in defiance. The dark forest lit up with tongues of flame from Saphira as she charged forward and tore into three more Acromantula. Harry darted forward while slashing and stabbing. The mage lopped off spider limbs easily with the sword in his right hand while his left lashed out and directed blasting curses. One spider was completely eviscerated by the warlock's wrath. In a matter of seconds there were no opponents left.
"We should exterminate the nest," Saphira suggested, her instincts longing for a challenge.
The immortal pair had long known of the Acromantula nest which Hagrid had been responsible for bringing about. Harry had been content to leave the Acromantulas alone until the creatures threatened innocent lives.
As he cast cleaning charms on himself and his dragon the sorcerer returned the sword Brisingr to its state as a wand in a holster around his forearm. Every day Harry remembered more about his former life as a dragon Rider known as Eragon. Many major details still eluded the Potter male but he did recall forging Brisingr under the direction of an ancient elf named Rhunon. After that memory had returned so too did the feeling of connection with the blade. Once Harry had sensed Brisingr's true form in the stave left by Merlin it had not been too difficult to summon forth the blade.
"What would be the fun of killing them all at once? We can pick off those that stray too far from their hunting grounds like these did. I can erect wards around the nest which will alert us of strays and we can track them," Harry suggested. "I can also layer the forest around the castle with a network of monitoring charms."
After half a minute of thought Saphira replied, "A good plan."
Harry turned his attention to Luna. The lithe warrior threaded his way through the trees into the glade.
"Hello Harry," Luna greeted.
"Hello Luna," the mage returned as he conjured a seat across from where the blonde 'Claw was seated on a stone which conformed to her bum, a very nice bum.
Turning her head slightly to look in the direction Saphira was sitting Luna asked, "Why can I not see your dragon? I know she is there but I cannot see her."
Harry smiled as he recalled Luna's ancestor. Angela had always been rather intriguing as well.
"She is wearing a gift from a relative, a certain magician you may know as Merlin," Harry answered.
Saphira winked into sight, causing many of the nature spirits in the glade to seek cover.
"It's alright little ones. She won't harm any of you," Harry assured the creatures in the Ancient language of truth. Even in this land so distant from Alagaesia the creatures instinctively recognized the truth in the warrior's words and fluttered out curiously to inspect Saphira.
"She looks just like the visions I have experienced of the past," Luna whispered, slightly in awe of the beautiful blue dragon.
"Well met little one," Saphira projected to Luna as she peered down at the girl.
"I'm happy to meet you too," Luna replied. To Harry she asked, "Are you going to bring back the Riders?"
"You tell me," Harry suggested with a knowing smile.
"I have seen visions of a future where the Riders are returned greater than ever. I am one of them, a member of your quite impressive harem," Luna deadpanned in a casual tone.
"I'm to have a harem am I," said Harry with a grin.
"You've already gotten a good start from what I can tell. Hermione, Nym, Cho, Susan, and Ginny aren't exactly discrete in their affections. So when can I ride your broomstick, mount your meat pole, sheathe your wand?" Luna queried seriously.
Harry laughed at Luna's frank questions. The sorcerer was used to such candidness from the women of Luna's line.
"Next year if you are ready," Harry promised. "But don't you think you should experience a good snog first?"
"Yes please," a grinning Luna agreed.
"Come here then," the mage suggested while gesturing to his lap.
Luna wasted no time in sitting in the handsome Rider's lap and gluing her mouth to his. Harry had quite an enjoyable evening showing Luna the joys of a good snog. Saphira meanwhile studied and communed with the nature spirits fluttering and climbing about her.
On the twenty-fifth of May Professor McGonagall announced in transfigurations that final exams would begin on the first of June, a week after her announcement. Quite a few students in the class grumbled at the news of exams but neither Harry nor his friends complained. The examinations would be child's play compared to what the clique of magicians had been studying under the celebrity's tutelage.
It was only three days before the exams when Harry decided he was finally ready to go confront Slytherin's pet. The wards which would negate a Basilisk's stare were finished. Runes added to Saphira's enchanted collar protected her from the deadly sight.
"Alright Harry, what's the surprise?" Nym asked her favorite wizard as she followed Hermione into an abandoned classroom, not the usual room the group of friends used to study and practice in.
Harry was standing in the center of the room and greeted his girlfriends with a warm smile.
"I must warn you. This will be quite a shock," the sorcerer warned. "I am a dragon Rider."
Nym snorted while Hermione pointed out, "But dragons are wild Harry. If you tried to ride one it would kill you."
"The breed of dragons commonly known to the wizarding world might, yes. I ride a different breed of dragon, an intelligent breed," Harry assured.
"Alright Harry…where's your dragon then?" Nym challenged.
"She'll appear behind me in a moment's time. Prepare yourself because Saphira is quite large even at this young of a stage in her life. Saphira is wearing an enchanted collar that cloaks her from detection by anyone she does not wish to notice her," the mage explained seriously.
All traces of disbelief vanished from the faces of the two witches when they saw how serious their wizard was being.
"You can reveal Saphira now Harry," Hermione said as she took Nym's hand for comfort.
The metamorphmagus' hand was squeezed tightly a moment later as Hermione gave a squeak of surprise and a small amount of fear as she suddenly noticed an immense bluish-purple dragon standing behind her boyfriend. The room was also suddenly much larger than either female had previously noticed.
"Cor, she's magnificent," Nym declared.
"Thank you pink one," Saphira projected into the minds of the three bipeds in the room.
Pink one was the term Saphira often used to refer to Nym while Hermione was often referred to as chocolate one. This was due to the chocolate color of Hermione's eyes and the color Nym's hair most often took when she was excited.
"She can speak," Hermione whispered in awe.
"Of course, I told you she was intelligent," an amused Harry pointed out.
"How did you come to be a dragon Rider?" The ever curious Hermione queried.
"It started the day you met me after I visited my family vaults," Harry began before he launched into a recount of his first day in Diagon Alley.
"Damn lover, you have had an exciting time of it," Nym declared when the story was finished.
"You're related to Merlin! Wow…that's amazing," Hermione excitedly announced. "Although it is a bit odd that you have the memories and soul of Merlin's father yet biologically you are his descendant."
"Try not to think of that," Harry suggested. "The reason I'm telling you about Saphira now is that I'm ready to confront Slytherin's pet Basilisk. I plan on having Saphira help me persuade this creature to follow our line of thinking should it prove hostile. Saphira can talk to the Basilisk and I can communicate through her."
"You know we're going down there with you," Nym declared, the look in her eyes clearly showing her resolve.
"Of course I do," Harry agreed. "That's why I have presents for you."
"He's so smooth," Nym said to Hermione as she accepted a small box.
Hermione opened an identical box to reveal a beautiful golden locket inlayed with flawless gemstones of many types.
"These are more than just aesthetically pleasing. Inside of each of these lockets is a suit of body armor I have been working on for ages. The armor is so enchanted I don't expect much can harm you in this world while you are wearing the armor. There are also wards built into the locket to negate the effects of a basilisk's stare. But please don't put them to the test. Leave that to the guy who is probably immortal," the Rider urged. "The armor will flow like water onto your bodies before solidifying. It returns to the locket the same way. You activate this feature by holding the locket and desiring protection while pushing a bit of your magic into the locket. Try it."
"It's beautiful Harry," Hermione whispered as she admired herself in the stylish armor which gave her an otherworldly appearance.
"And it doesn't hurt our figures either," Nym agreed with her friend as she enjoyed the form fitting nature of the armor.
"The lockets also act as portkeys which will transport you into the tree house I told you about in my trunk. To activate that feature you hold the locket and desire safety while channeling your magic into the construct," the Potter male explained.
Hermione was quite impressed her boyfriend had managed to create a portkey that bypassed the wards of Hogwarts.
"Do these lockets have anymore neat tricks?" Nym teased her lover.
"As a matter of fact they have one more 'neat trick'," Harry confirmed. "I call them Omni-weapons. "My stave is the basis for the Omni-weapon idea," the sorcerer explained as he summoned out Brisingr.
The warrior warlock enlarged the stave and transformed it into its sword form. Then in rapid succession the construct turned into many other weapons including a shotgun, a high powered rifle, an automatic weapon, an RPG launcher, an elephant gun, before finally stopping on a futuristic looking device neither witch could place.
"What is that?" Nym inquired.
Harry remote-teleported a large slab of steel into the far end of the room. The warrior then aimed the weapon at the slab and a bright beam of ruby energy lanced out and proceeded to drill a hole an inch in diameter into the steel slab. The Rider moved the beam and cut a pattern in the steel.
"You created a high powered laser? With magic," Hermione declared in understanding. "Amazing."
"It wasn't as hard as you might think. I found a weaker version of the spell in Merlin's tome and just amped up the spell," Harry explained. "The projectile weapons remotely summon ammunition from the expanded space within your lockets. You can transfigure that ahead of time. The laser draws power directly from your magical core but doesn't require much more energy than a bright lumos spell. A strong magic user could maintain that output for days without tiring. You two ladies are most certainly strong."
"We don't have staves," Nym pointed out.
"Just think stave while pushing magic into your lockets," Harry instructed. The two witches did so and immediately received a full sized stave in their grasp. "It doesn't function as a stave foci but it will transform just as well as my stave."
"I think our brilliant boyfriend's stave deserves some attention before we head off to fight basilisks. Don't you Hermione," Nym said suggestively, forgetting Saphira was present.
"Most definitely," Hermione agreed.
"I won't say no to some attention," a grinning Harry agreed. "Do you mind Saphira?"
"No, I will go flying," the dragon answered.
"Let's go to my bed," Harry suggested aloud, laying a hand on each of his ladies while his side touched Saphira.
The sorcerer teleported out of the room with three of his favorite females, dropping Saphira off outside without even giving Hermione and Nym time to realize they had briefly entered normal space again. The three lovers spent the next several hours paying attention to each other, intimately.