CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: HARRY'S HAREM
SATURDAY JUNE 29, 1996 - Potter Manor
Daphne awoke a little confused. As her eyes began to focus in the morning light and her senses became aware, she knew she was somewhere strange. This wasn't her room. This wasn't her pillow her head was resting against and her pillow certainly did not have a heartbeat and never was this warm and cozy. She then began to remember. She saw where she was and remembered. Her head was laying on Harry Potter's chest and she and her sister were in bed with him and bound to him as his concubines - and more. She remembered he was going to let them have his children one day. She remembered she was now his wife in all but the eyes of the law, as was her sister.
Certainly she felt like it as she thought about things and her brain started to process again what had transpired. She knew she was more his wife than many a Pureblood witch had ever known of that term. She knew he had not bound to her for money or power, but to save her and her family. She remembered more. She would never mean as much as Hermione Granger in his eyes, but she sensed he cared about her at least on some level. So unlike most Purebloods. He cared about her and her sister as people and not means to an end.
Concubine, yes she and her sister were that. But he did not treat her like she had heard. True, it had been less than a day since she had entered this life and yes it was against her will to an extent. What person would want to be a concubine? But he was different in so many wonderful ways. No! She was a wife and not a slave! A lesser wife, perhaps, but she felt he would protect her and see to her as any husband should for any wife. And, as she relaxed into his arms, she knew she would do all she could for him too.
She looked over and saw her sister stirring as well. Astoria had a content expression on her face; one Daphne never remembered seeing before. Daphne felt this was more than just the bond and magic and certainly more than the sex - which had been amazing - this was something more for her and her sister. She looked over at her sister and saw Astoria's eyes were opened. Daphne still could not believe how wonderful yesterday had become for her and could see in her sister's eyes a similar feeling.
Astoria whispered: "Good morning, Mrs. Black."
Astoria was obviously thinking along very similar lines. "And to you, Mrs. Potter," Daphne whispered back, hoping Harry was still in a deep sleep as the two girls giggled silently.
Harry chucked beneath her and her sister. "So who should I officially wake up first? Mrs. Black or Mrs. Potter?" It was meant as a bit of a joke, just as it had been between the two sisters, but it had also gave Harry and idea.
After pleasuring the two sisters and himself, and then a nice bath with them, Harry had them throw on the robes they were given last night and their slippers and led them from the Master's Suite to the private dining room for breakfast. Minerva, Mallory and Dora were already there, similarly attired, but Hermione was missing. Harry did not think much of that as she was still sleeping late as a result of the injuries she had sustained two weeks earlier. Besides, it was a Saturday and Harry was going to declare this a weekend where he could get out and explore his estate for once, so why not let his women have a relaxing weekend as well?
Harry and the Greengrass girls were already eating when Hermione finally arrived. To Harry, she looked like death warmed over. She was pale and had a sickly expression on her face. She did not look well at all.
"Are you all right, Hermione?" he asked.
"Fine," she snapped at him without warning. She then hung her head. "Sorry, Harry. Female issues."
Harry looked confused.
"Monthly bill?" Mallory asked.
Hermione nodded. "And I ran out of my potion!"
"I have some in my room," Mallory said. "A good gynecologist never leaves the hospital without a supply just in case one of my patients needs a house call. Are your periods difficult?"
Hermione nodded.
"What's that mean?" Harry asked.
"Don't tell me you don't know what a woman's period is," Daphne started.
"Well, Hermione did tell me, but I don't know what it does to her."
"You've known her for years," Daphne protested.
"I didn't know about this until a few days ago. I mean, I know she gets moody from time to time…"
"'Bout once a month or so, right?"
Harry thought about that. He nodded. "She told me about this Sunday. I know what it is, but not what it means."
"It means I'm hormonal! I am cranky and irritable! I ache all over! I just spent fifteen minutes face down in the toilet tossing my cookies! I hurt! The Elves will have to change the bed linens on my bed! I'm going to have mood swings! I feel fat, ugly and icky all over!"
"I'll go fetch the potion," Mallory said getting up from the table.
"Th-thanks," Hermione whimpered. "Sorry Harry."
"Don't apologize for being a woman," Harry said. "I should be sorry for not knowing what you go through every month, for not seeing it and not being there for you and …"
"I mean I'm sorry. This is not about that. I feel so rotten that I can tell you I cannot make love to you until this is over."
"H-how long?"
"Three days," Hermione said in a small voice, "four at the most."
"Oh. Well, I suppose," Harry said sounding disappointed. "I guess I can last a few days without sex."
"Don't you dare," Hermione growled.
"Excuse me?"
"Don't you dare punish these other women like that!"
"I'm not, it's not that…"
"Harry James! I will sleep in the Mistress's Room until this is over. You will take two different women into your bed each night until then. You will have sex with the other three each day if they want, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes."
"And, I said I can't make love. You can still play with me - once the potion kicks in. You just can't play in my Chamber of Secrets."
"Really?" Harry said brightening up a little.
Hermione nodded. "Plus, I didn't say anything about me not giving you blow jobs, did I?"
"No."
"And I do intend to do that! If you think I am going to go three days without any Harry fun at all, you are mistaken, Buster."
"I … okay," Harry said sounding guilty. "I didn't mean…"
"Harry, it's okay," Hermione said. "I know that they don't teach you boys anything about this in school."
"Not that I haven't tried," McGonagall said deciding to change the topic. "For years I have argued with Dumbledore that you boys need to learn about this. This and the girls - especially Muggle Borns like Hermione need to learn about our culture and what can happen to them."
"Concubines?" Harry asked.
McGonagall nodded. "Albus would hear none of it! He felt that boys had no reason to learn such things and telling the Muggle Born girls they could be sold as concubines would result in them leaving school and our world altogether."
"Thus depriving him of a major source of income," Dora added.
"WHAT?" Daphne exclaimed! "What do you mean?"
"Dumbledore is the Magical Guardian of all the Muggle Borns and Half-bloods with Muggle fathers at Hogwarts and throughout most of Britain," Dora replied. "Not to mention any other young witch without a designated Magical Guardian without regard to blood status. So, even if you're a pureblood, if your father is dead and you have no designated guardian, he becomes it. The war tends to kill off a fair few fathers, you know, so he has a fair few young witches under his guardianship. He sells a fair few every year."
"Who?" Daphne asked, "who this year?"
"Hannah Abbott," Harry began, "Katie Bell, Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, Cho Chang, Tracy Davis, Hermione, Teresa Murdoch, Padma and Parvati Patil, Sally-Anne Perks and Leanne Tinker, to name a few. My year in Gryffindor would be left without a single witch."
"They might still be there," Astoria offered, "they just won't be available."
"That's not the point! The point is…," Harry shot back then felt guilty about it.
"The point is Dumbledore is selling us out as slaves," Daphne said. "And Hermione?"
"She's off the list. Once she became my Consort, she cannot be sold."
"Were there any offers for her?"
Harry nodded. "Draco had a blind bid in on her. Apparently, there was an agent who made an offer for Ron Weasley."
Daphne actually laughed.
"What?" Harry and Hermione asked.
"Fair bet Draco would have out bid the Weasley; especially to get at you, Milord. What's funny is that Draco wanted the three of us and while we did wind up bound to the same man…"
"We got the better deal and Draco gets nothing," Hermione finished.
"Exactly!" Daphne said. "Noodle Dick is going to have to find another outlet - Millicent Bulstrode perhaps?" she added with a laugh.
"Harry was our first time and for that I am eternally grateful," Astoria said. "Had Harry not come along and taken us into his family, we were probably destined to be raped and gang banged in the Slytherin common room. Instead, we have a first time we can cherish forever. By the time Harry gave us the command and took us as his concubines, well even before then, by lunch had he asked I would have let him."
Daphne nodded in agreement. "It helped, of course, that Harry was good! He has it and seems to know how to use it."
"He does indeed," McGonagall said. "Seems to run in the family."
"If Draco ever learns how wonderful Harry is," Astoria added, "well, he'll have another reason to hate Harry."
Harry heard a huff and looked at Minerva.
"Does Professor Snape know about what happens in your Common Room?" she asked with a shocked look on her face.
"Know about it?" Astoria said rolling her eyes. "Why do you think Daphne and I hide in the Library? Yes! We want good grades. But if we get raped, Snape will be there the next night for his share of the prize! And I swear, if that git as ever showered, it's news to me!"
"It's the only way that bastard could ever get shagged," Daphne added.
"That's horrible!" Minerva began. "That's…" She then looked at Harry and broke down in tears just as Mallory returned with a vial of potion for Hermione.
After handing Hermione the potion, Mallory returned to her seat next to Daphne and said: "I missed something, didn't I?" Daphne then began to whisper in Mallory's ear, filling her in.
Harry realized what had caused Minerva to break down in tears. He realized that she felt she was no better than Snape as she had slept with him. In Harry's mind - and in the other women's as well - Minerva was dead wrong. Harry got up and walked over to Dora who was sitting next to Minerva. "Switch?" he asked. Dora nodded and got up and Harry moved the chair next to Minerva. He sat down and pulled the crying witch into his arms.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked softly.
"I'm no better than Severus!" Minerva wailed. "I've slept with a student who trusted me!"
"You mean me, right? Or have there been others?"
"You, Harry. No others."
"You're not Snape then."
"H-How can y-you say that? I-I'm f-fifty three y-years older than you!"
"I can say that because your age does not matter to me," Harry replied softly. "I am with you not because you're my teacher or Head of House at school and you most certainly did not use your position to be here in my arms right now. Snape raped his students! I am with you for several reasons and none of them have force or rape involved. You are my family legacy. You were my grandfather's and great-grandfather's concubine. You loved great-granddad as I understand it. I had a choice as the next Lord Potter. I could take you in or let you go. You think those girls in Slytherin had a choice?
"I took Mallory in on faith alone. Sorry Mal."
"No problem," she replied. "I am glad you did."
"It's only been a few days between us, Mal, but I can see why Sirius loved you."
Mallory blushed. "Thank you Harry."
"You're welcome and I mean it.
"Anyway, Minerva, I did not take you in because you made me and you know that. I had a choice. As your new 'Master' I could take you or let you go. I've known you for five years as my teacher and Head of House at school. Of all the adults I've known well in my life, you are one of the few I've truly respected and at the same time one of the only who have not outright betrayed me. The Old Man has been betraying me from day one even if I only recently learned that. The Dursleys? Could care less what happens to them. The Weasleys? Molly's after my fortune. I cannot speak about Arthur. Hagrid thinks the Old Man shits sunshine, even though so far as I know he has yet to stab me in the back. You Minerva?
"You are one of the only adults whose look of disappointment in me kills me inside. I am thankful I seldom see that look, but it is crushing when I do. The only person who can cut me to the ground as effectively is Hermione. You have almost always listened to me and cut me slack when others would have been hung from their toenails for less. When my name came out of the Goblet of Fire, only two people believed in me and that I had nothing to do with that: you and Hermione.
"I hope you realize what special company that places you in, Minerva.
"I chose you, Minerva, not the other way around. I chose YOU!
"I gave you permission to have a child. Do you know why?"
Minerva was still crying and shook her head.
"A small part was because my Great-grandfather wanted that for you but was not allowed to deliver. The big reason is that every woman deserves that chance and that I think you'll make a wonderful Mum, even if you're a little along in years. I pray Hermione is right and that the bond has left you older and wiser in your head, yet young and fertile between your legs. You deserve a child, Minerva. All of my girls do, but you do especially!"
"So I'm n-not like S-Severus?"
"No, Minerva. You most certainly are not."
"Thank you, Harry." She then hugged him tight.
"You're welcome. Now, after breakfast, and maybe a little Hermione play time, I think it's time for us to visit my relations."
"Wh-what do you mean?" McGonagall asked.
"My Granddad Charles left me a very special Pensieve and a lot has happened in the few days since Hermione, Remus and I visited them."
"What are you talking about?" Dora asked.
"My parents and grandparents," Harry replied. "I want you all to meet them."
"But they are dead," Minerva protested.
Harry nodded. "Granddad Charles made a special Pensieve. In it, they are not dead, dead."
Harry reluctantly ordered his women to get dressed in real clothes and then meet him, also dressed in the Great Room. There, he would lead them to his family. As Harry led his "Girls" to the library, he described the special Pensieve to them but was not surprised that only Hermione, who had been with him before, believed him.
They descended into the Pensieve and found themselves in a sitting room similar to the one where Daphne and Astoria had first met with "Lord Black" and "Lady Potter."
"Harry's here!" a woman's voice called and the door soon opened as an elderly woman entered the room. "Oh! And he's brought Minnie with him! And some others."
"Sam?" Minerva asked in surprise.
Samantha Potter walked over and hugged her old friend. "Harry did explain this, didn't he?"
Minerva nodded. "It's quite impressive. It's good to see you again, Sam," she added with a hint of tears in her voice.
"To me," Samantha Potter said, "I last saw you the day before yesterday. But I understand it's been a while for you."
Minerva nodded. "You and Charles passed almost eight years ago," she said softly. "I have missed you both."
An elderly man entered and Minerva almost fell over. "Charles?" she asked as he wrapped her in a hug.
"It's good to see you too, Minnie."
After he backed away, a woman's voice called from the door followed by that of a man.
"Professor McGonagall?" the woman asked.
"Mallory?" the man followed.
Minerva and Mallory each recognized this young couple. It was James and Lily Potter. The shock was a little much for Minerva and she found she had to take a seat.
"That might be a good idea for everyone," Hermione said. "It's been four days for us since we last spoke and a lot has happened."
The projections of the dead Potters found seats as did all the real people except Harry. Harry noted that his Mum was sitting with arms folded against her chest and a raised eyebrow as if she was demanding an explanation.
Harry cleared his throat. "When last we met, there were some things we did not know and at least one thing I neglected to tell you. You see, when Sirius died he had no children. He named me his heir in his will and as my magical guardian, he emancipated me."
"Bloody hell!" James Potter said, "that means you're Lord Black!"
Harry nodded. "And Lord Potter as well. I think introductions are in order," he added. "Ladies?" he said looking back at his women, "may I introduce my Grandfather, Charles Potter and his wife and Consort, my Grandmother Samantha Potter."
The elderly couple nodded at Harry and his women.
"And this younger couple is my father James and his wife and Consort Lily."
James and Lily were still a little too confused to react.
"Minerva?" Harry asked. Minerva stood up and walked over to Harry. When she was standing in front of him, Harry pulled her into a long and tender kiss. She and Harry could not help but chuckle when they heard the gasps from his parents and grandparents.
When they broke, they turned to the elder Potters. Charles and Samantha seemed mildly amused while James and Lily were clearly in shock.
Harry chuckled again seeing the expression on his parent's faces. "Guess it's a good thing I didn't go forward with my original plan," he said mostly to Minerva but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"And what plan was that?" Minerva asked having come down from her moment of glee.
"Snog you senseless and grope you up," Harry chuckled. "A good shag might have been in order but I really thought that would be pushing it in present company."
"Please don't tell me you've shagged Professor McGonagall," James begged.
"Okay Dad, I won't," Harry replied. "Minerva has been the concubine of Lord Potter since she was fifteen, right?"
Minerva nodded. "Since 1943."
"You knew about this Dad?" James asked in shock.
"Minnie's lived at the estate most of her life, son. I knew about her from the start. She was Dad's second concubine. His first, Nellie raised me and my sisters. Nellie was killed during a German air raid on London in '41 when I was off flying for the R.A.F."
"And you Mum?"
"Minnie's been a friend of mine from the start," Samantha said. "It was not long after Charles got home from the War that I asked Charlus to allow him permissions to her."
"What?" James asked. He knew what permissions were. "You shagged her too? And you knew about it, Mum?"
"Hypocrite!" Lily huffed.
"What?"
"Before our Seventh Year, you were shagging Mallory a couple of times a week at least as I recall."
"Er," James looked guilty. "Still, I can't believe you asked Granddad that, Mum."
"It was very hard for Charles and me to conceive a child, James. We needed a fall back option and Minnie was it. I felt that if we needed her to bear the next generation of Potters, Charles should at least feel comfortable with her. It almost came down to that, James. Had I not gotten pregnant with you when I did, Minnie would have become Charles concubine and been the mother of the next Lord Potter. She was only twenty-nine at that time whereas I was over forty. When Charlus died, Minnie did become Charles' concubine. But she was fifty at the time and …"
"My only regret, son, is that Minnie never had a child of her own," Charles said. "I think she would have been a wonderful mother and I believe she deserved that opportunity."
"So, she's been your concubine since Dad died?" James asked.
"Dad," Harry rolled his eyes, "until I either came of age or was emancipated, I could not come into my inheritance. Minnie is bound to Lord Potter and is the concubine of Lord Potter under Granddad's will. Sirius emancipated me effective the day he died, which was two weeks ago. It was then that I became Lord Potter and Lord Black, even though it was over a week later that I learned of it. When I came into my inheritance, I came into Minerva as well."
"OH! That's awful!" Lily groaned.
James was laughing. "I see Sirius taught you well!"
"What?" Harry asked confused.
"That was a terrible pun," Lily said.
"…came into Minerva as well," James quoted laughing as well.
Harry now got it and groaned as well. "That's not what I meant!"
"You clearly spent too much time with Padfoot," James said. "And it might not be what you meant, but it is kind of what happened right? You have bonded with Minerva? That means you two have shagged?"
"It goes with the territory," Harry shrugged trying to downplay it.
"I do not consider what Harry does to me shagging," Minerva added in protest. "I think I speak for all of us when I say he knows how to please a woman and likes to please them…"
"Over and over and over again," Astoria giggled.
Lily looked shocked. "All of them?"
Harry nodded with a smile on his face.
"Damn!" James said in awe.
"And all of them have or will have permission to have my children," Harry added.
"Even Minnie?" Samantha asked.
Harry nodded. "I gave her permission the day we bonded."
"But surely she's too old for children," Samantha protested.
"Not necessarily," Hermione cut in. "According to a couple of sources, in theory at least, Minerva is quite capable of having a child."
"How?" Lily asked in disbelief.
"A woman is born with all the eggs she will ever have. When she becomes sexually mature, she releases one or two fully developed eggs each month or so. If the eggs are not fertilized at the right time, she menstruates and the process repeats itself. She will continue to be fertile and capable of having a child as long as she is healthy and continues to produce healthy and viable eggs each month. Once she runs out of the eggs she was born with, she enters menopause and is no longer fertile.
"According to a couple of texts I've read on the subject, the magic in the concubine bond places her reproductive system in magical stasis. It is, in effect, frozen in time - unless she is menstruating at the time of the bonding, in which case the field forms when that is over. When her Maser gives her permission to have a child, the rite that is performed breaks the stasis filed, and her cycle resumes where it had left off. While the rest of her is sixty-eight, Minerva's reproductive system has been in stasis since she was fifteen. In theory and from a reproductive standpoint, she's as fertile as she was when she was fifteen."
"I'm sorry Minnie," Charles said. "If I had known there was even a small possibility…"
"It's alright, Charles," Minerva said softly. "We never thought to look it up. Hermione is the best student I've ever had and devours libraries. When she wants to learn about something, she wants to learn all about it. Consequently, when she learned about her bond with Harry and that Harry had inherited concubines … Well, let's just say she might well be the foremost expert on the subject in Britain by now.
"Hermione is at the top of her class, if you must know. And, whether by accident or divine purpose, Harry is bonded to very smart women. I, as you may well recall, was at the top of my Hogwarts class. Mallory finished third, Dora was seventh - only because she was a trouble maker that would have given you a run for your money, James. Daphne is second in her class behind Hermione and Astoria is giving Hermione a run for her money. She's first in her year and may well be able to take her O.W.L.s early."
"Really?" Astoria said in surprise.
"If you remained at Hogwarts, you would not. But as that will not be the case, when we begin tutoring later this summer, it will be at your own pace. I would not be at all surprised if you sit for your O.W.L.s next spring."
"Oh goodie!" Astoria squealed.
"And Harry?" Lily asked.
"Alas, he's been around the middle of his year," Minerva said. "It's not that he isn't smart, it's just…"
"The Dursleys never let me learn and it took a while to learn how again," Harry shrugged.
"There are other factors, Harry," Minerva said. "You've always been near the top of the class on your written transfiguration end of year exams. You've had problems with the practical and that always puzzled me given that you are very good at other spell work." Minerva turned to Lily. "Harry's at the top of the entire school in Defense Against the Dark Arts and can probably take his N.E.W.T.s this year in that subject. He's also very goon in Charms, Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. He may not think so, given his professor in the subject, but he has a talent for potions."
"My grades in that class are horrible!" Harry protested.
"You have received among the best end of year exam results in that class in each of your first three years, Harry. Because of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, you did not sit for those exams Fourth Year. But I would not be surprised if you got and Outstanding on you Potions O.W.L."
"Wow!" Harry said, genuinely surprised.
"So what about transfiguration?" Lily asked.
"I was puzzled by that until recently. When Harry came to the Manor, we learned his magical core had been bound."
"But they're supposed to remove bindings before a student starts school," Lily protested.
"Indeed," McGonagall said. "And one of the reasons is because a binding can interfere with a student's ability to perform transfiguration. Harry's undergoing treatment to remove the binding and … well, we've also learned he is a metamorphagus."
"Really?"
Minerva nodded. "As you may know, that talent lends itself to transfiguration. Were his core not bound, he probably would be giving Hermione a run for her money in that class."
"Who would do such a thing?"
"Dumbledore," Charles growled. "That bastard."
"Why would Dumbledore do that?" Astoria asked.
"We'll explain," Harry said. "Hermione? Dora?"
"Yes Harry?"
"This afternoon, I want you to bring Astoria and Daphne up to speed on everything that has happened. Okay?"
The two women nodded.
"Thank you, Minerva. I'd like to introduce the others."
Minerva smiled, kissed Harry and returned to her seat.
"Mallory?" Harry asked. Mallory got up, walked over to Harry and kissed him for a while. When they broke, he turned to his ancestors. "I take it you all know Mallory as well?"
"Yes," Samantha said. "It's good to see you again, Mallory. We missed you."
"You were a Healer, right?" James asked.
"And a Doctor," Mallory added.
"What?" Harry asked in surprise.
"I'm sorry Harry, but it hadn't really come up and I'm not currently practicing non-magical medicine. Those years I spent in the States? I went to Duke University and eventually got my medical degree. I completed my residency and received my Board Certifications in obstetrics and gynecology about a year before I came back.
"I came back shortly before Sirius escaped. I wanted to open a combined practice like they have in the States for Muggle Borns and their families but the Ministry was dead set against it and…"
"That's why you want to open your clinic," Harry realized.
Mallory nodded. "I don't know if anyone told you this, Harry, but your Estate is legally outside of the Ministry's jurisdiction."
"It has been for centuries and even more so since World War II," Charles added. "Bloody useful at times. That and the wards were the reasons why I thought Dumbledore was daft to suggest my son and daughter-in-law go into hiding somewhere else."
"So if she wanted to open her clinic?" Harry asked.
"She'd need NHS approval, but…"
"NHS?"
"The Muggle National Health Service, Harry. They regulate the medical profession in Muggle Britain. I would be paid by them to treat people."
"Wow," Harry said.
"So, I take it you inherited her from Sirius?" Charles asked.
Harry nodded. "She was Sirius's wife in all but law, and she is my wife in all but law as well. She's now Mallory Black."
"And I take it she has permission to have your children?" Lily asked, clearly not thrilled with the idea.
"Sirius and she tried but for some reason Sirius could not become a father. Mallory and he know it was his problem. In his letters to me, he asked me to give her the children he could not."
"And how old are you," Lily asked.
"Thirty-Nine," Mallory said. "Although under Hermione's theory, from a reproduction standpoint I am probably in my mid to late twenties."
"And I take it you've had sex with her as well," Lily said with clear hostility in her voice. Mallory pulled Harry into a hug and Harry could tell she was crying.
Hermione was on her feet in a flash, walked past Harry and Mallory and was glaring at Lily.
"What is your problem?" she shouted.
"You can't tell me you approve of this," Lily began.
"Approve of what? That the Wizarding World condones slavery? No! I'm a Muggle Born just like you. I don't approve of the system. I believe it is misogynistic and denigrates women! But it is the system. Had Harry not taken me as his Consort I was set to be sold at Auction! Unlike you, I did not know that at the time. Do you think any of these women wanted this? Do you think any of them woke up one day and decided they wanted to grow up to be a concubine? None of them are in this situation by choice. Just what the bloody hell would you have Harry do?"
"He could have freed them!"
"And then what? Their status would become public knowledge. Minerva would lose her job! Mallory would never be allowed to work as a Healer again - but at least she's a Doctor! Dora's an Auror! People know what concubines are and what they may be used for! She'd be lucky to avoid prison given what she's done for House Black and now House Potter. Daphne and Astoria would be viewed as little more than whores and in all probability that's what they'd become! Add to it the fact that the bond is permanent. If cast loose, the witch might well lose her magic.
"Harry took these women in and I for one am proud of him for doing so! Mallory wants to open her own clinic. That is going to happen because Harry is going to see that it does! If Minerva wanted to open her own school, Harry would see it done for her. If Daphne or Astoria wants to become Minister for Magic one day, or anything, Harry is going to help them. If they want their own children, Harry will let them! These women - my sisters - have more opportunities now as part of Harry's Harem then they could probably have under any other conceivable circumstances in our world!
"These women are not sluts or whores! They are smart, beautiful, kind, caring, honest women who each deserve only the best! And they have it now! These women are allowed to speak their minds. The second bonding - the love bonding that allowed each of them to be his wife in all but law means that they are free to feel! They all care for him and it's not because they are his concubines! They all can refuse to have sex with him.
"Do you know how many of them have ever refused? None. Aside from the initial bonding rite, do you know how many times Harry has ordered any of them to have sex? Not once! And yet, since each of these women bonded with them he does have sex with each of them every day - usually more than once. They have sex with him; they sleep with him because they want to!
"I know it has only been a few days, but I can tell you he makes each and every one of us feel special! He makes us each feel beautiful, sexy and loved! Each of us feels like we are the only woman in the world when we are with him and it doesn't matter if we are actually alone with him or if the others are there as well! He sees to our needs before his own - and he has never once failed to see to our needs!"
"Still…" Lily said, but she was clearly retreating.
"And for the time being, there is little for Harry to do. Until his magic is unbound he cannot use magic, cannot practice or train. Once it's unbound, we all will be very busy. But until then? It's not like there's a telly to provide distraction. Add in Harry's metamorphagus abilities and…"
"Why does that matter?"
"He recovers very quickly. The day I became his consort we made love ten times! That was a slow day for Harry, although it wore me out. Not that I minded. Harry?"
"Yes dear?"
"How many times did you have sex yesterday?"
"Including oral?"
Hermione nodded. She could see Harry struggling and counting on his fingers.
"Let's see… Mallory, Dora and Minnie: three times each. Hermione four times and Daphne and Astoria six times each - twenty-five times."
"Bloody hell!" James exclaimed.
"Bit more than normal," Harry went on. "Fourteen's about average."
"It's a wonder it didn't fall off," James said in awe.
"I was a little knackered, although had Astoria or Daphne wanted another romp, I might have managed it."
"Harry now has six women in his life who care about him or are coming to care about him very much. We all want to be happy and for him to be happy - and now I am not talking about the sex. We are his family. Until last Sunday, he had no memory of that. The Dursleys saw to it he had no notion of family, love, intimacy. He has all of that now and I feel blessed to be part of it and if anyone wants to hurt him or my sisters, they have to go through me first!"
"Sorry," Lily said meekly.
"Thank you Hermione," Mallory said.
"You're welcome," she replied.
Harry released his hold on Mallory and she sat down. "Dora?" Harry asked. Dora walked over to Harry and kissed him eagerly. "This is Dora Tonks," Harry said. "She was also one of Sirius's. She's a fully qualified Auror and is currently on leave from the Auror Corps."
"Actually, I was mostly with Remus," Dora said. "Sirius was still in prison and it was Remus who bonded me."
"How?" Lily asked. "I thought he withdrew permissions?"
"To Mallory," Dora replied. "She and I were both his thirteenth Birthday present, although that was a few months before I was born. Sirius told Remus that he had the paper on me before it all happened, but he didn't know who I was at the time. Although I did bond with him eventually, after Harry saved him, I was still mostly with Remus."
"Why?"
"I think Sirius had issues with sleeping with his first cousin."
"First Cousin?"
"My Mum is Andromeda Tonks - formerly Andromeda Black."
"Which make her my third cousin," Harry said. "Third cousins are not that big an issue."
"And you are also trying to have a child?" Lily asked.
"Not yet. When I resign from the Aurors I'll ask him, which will probably be later this summer."
"What?" Harry said in genuine surprise.
"You need me more than they do, Harry," Dora said, "and I am not talking about the sex. Who else can help you develop your metamorph skills? That and I can help teach you and the others what I know. Your training and education is what's important, Harry."
"Metamorph skills?" Charles asked. Before their eyes, Dora changed into the spitting image of Harry, except she was not wearing glasses and the Dora/Harry looked ridiculous in her skirt and blouse. As the whole room laughed, she changed back.
"Thought you said you couldn't do that?" Harry said softly.
"After yesterday, maybe I can."
"Yesterday?" Lily asked.
"The love bonding was yesterday," Dora said. "After Harry bound Daphne and Astoria, we all took the love bond."
"So you're now really Dora Black?"
Dora nodded.
"Dora was the first concubine I bonded with," Harry said. "She's also the reason why I cannot say I've ever had sex with a woman in private."
"That's not true, Harry," Hermione protested. "She left us alone the night we bonded!"
"Yeah, but she walked in on us during the bonding, and a couple times the next day before I bonded with her…"
"I'm not sure I could do that," James said.
Harry shrugged. "Since bonding with Dora, I always sleep with two witches. There are always at least two witches at any of the bonding rites aside from the witch I was bonding with. Unless someone else is in the house, I don't see a point of being private about it. And I haven't had any complaints."
"It's actually kind of fun," Dora said. She then kissed his cheek and returned to her seat.
Daphne and Astoria both came up to Harry and both kissed him.
"This is Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, although now it's Daphne Black and Astoria Potter," Harry said. "We bonded yesterday." Harry then described how they came to be Potter Girls.
"You gave them 50,000?" Lily asked.
Harry nodded. "I wanted them to be safe and to ensure that this would never happen to their family again. One day, soon I hope, I'll bring them to live at the Estate so they can be with their daughters."
"Probably won't be at the Manor," Astoria said, "but Harry promised Daddy and us that he would not break up the family."
Lily nodded thoughtfully. "How old are you two?"
"I'm sixteen," Daphne said. "I'm in the same year as Harry and Hermione."
"I'm two years behind them," Astoria added. "I'm fourteen."
"So young," Lily said softly. "And the bonding? Were you virgins?"
The two girls nodded.
"Must have been terrifying!"
"It could have been," Daphne said. "I won't say that arriving and learning we had been sold as concubines was not. It was. But we arrived and Harry and Hermione spent several hours talking with us about why this has happened and what they will do for us and such and…"
"It was still a little scary," Astoria said. "But Harry made it easy for us really. Even before the bonding really began, he helped us relax. He had sex with Minerva, which I think he did so we would see it wasn't like the Slytherin Common Room."
"Slytherin?" James shot out.
"No all of us are Death Eater's in the making," Daphne said. She then described what it was like to be a witch in Slytherin House. Lily looked like she was going to be sick.
"Still, it must have been horrible," Lily said, "bonding that is."
"By the time Harry stood up to bind us, I wanted it to happen," Astoria said. "I really did."
"Me too," Daphne agreed. "And it was wonderful!"
"It did hurt a bit," Astoria said, "but it was magical! I felt like the world and all its problems were gone and it was only me and Harry and my new sisters. I felt - I felt loved. I feel loved."
"It was special," Daphne agreed. "True, not the same as a wedding, but…"
"Don't think there won't be one," Hermione said. "You're his wife in all but law, which means you can have a wedding and if Harry here does not give you one…"
"Fine!" Harry shot back. "Weddings all around one day."
Lily actually laughed.
"And the love bond?" Samantha asked.
"I was the first to take the love bonding," Daphne said. "I did it after we bonded and without anyone suggesting it. Astoria was next and the others followed. I want to be Harry's for the rest of my life, and that's not the concubine bond talking. Since it happened, I've thought about it and this is what I want. With Harry, I can be whatever I want to be and my talents allow. The same is true for my sister."
"Children?"
"I'm going to get settled in first," Daphne said. "A couple of weeks, a month at the most and I'll ask."
"And you Astoria?"
"I want them too. Not yet. Year or two at least. Harry wants me to finish my O.W.L.s first and I can accept that. I'm not really ready yet."
"So you are happy?"
"We've only been here a day, Ma'am," Daphne replied. "But I think I can be."
"Me too," Astoria added.
"I never thought I'd say this Harry," Lily said. "But I can see it on all of their faces. I think you are doing the right thing by all of them."
"Thanks," Harry said.
"And Clarice?"
"We think we are close to finding her," Dora said, "but time is running out."
"What do you mean?"
"Dumbledore's selling her off as a concubine at the annual action in about two weeks."
"That bastard!" James said.
"We think he wants to eliminate the Potter line," Dora added. "If we find her before then, Harry will place her under the House Protection."
"And if you can't?"
"I'll buy her, if necessary," Harry said seriously.
"That's incest!" Lily cried.
"Only if he bonds with her," Hermione said. "At the Auction, all he really buys is the rights to her. Because she is his sister, he can choose to not bond with her at all."
"Then why did he bond with Daphne and Astoria?"
"He had to," Daphne said. "My Dad took an Unbreakable Vow. Lord Black had to bind us as Concubines or he, our Mum and younger sisters would die."
Lily nodded. "And Clarice?"
"If I buy her, she will be then summoned and placed under House Protection," Harry said.
"That will work," James offered. Lily nodded in reply.
"It's only a pity I can't really make use of that House Protection thing," Harry sighed.
The others looked at him,
"For Clarice, because she is family, it works. Had Daphne and Astoria's Dad not made that vow, I could have used it because his House is allied with House Black. If need be, I will use it for their sisters. But I cannot use it without the family or clan ties. It won't work against the Concubine Contract across the board."
"Why are you worried about this," Lily asked.
"A lot of our friends are on this year's auction block as concubines," Hermione said. "I've asked Harry to save them."
"Course it means they'll still be concubines," Harry said.
"But they'll be Harry Girls," Astoria said. "You know what that means, right?"
Everyone looked at Astoria in surprise.
"What does that mean?" Lily asked.
"They will all have what we have," Astoria said. "A knight in shining armor - or at least one with messy black hair and dreamy green eyes - who will give them the possibility of a true happily ever after."
"You think that?" Lily asked.
"It's what he gave Daphne and me. We faced the horror and found what looks like heaven."
Harry then noted it was nearing lunch time and reminded Mallory she had a shift at the hospital beginning at one and Minerva she had two new Muggle Born families to visit that afternoon. Mallory and Minerva would share his bed that night, and with that he bade his ancestors a good day, promised to keep them updated and Harry and his Harem left the Pensieve.
A/N: RELATIONSHIP SCORECARD:
If you didn't read the Intro, you missed that. This is so you can keep up with who's with who and how.
Harry James Potter, age 15.
1. Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16; CONSORT (POTTER).
2. Dora (Tonks) Black-Potter, age 21; CONCUBINE (BLACK).
3. Minerva Grace (McGonagall) Potter-Black, age 68; CONCUBINE (POTTER).
4. Mallory Michelle (Grant) Black Potter, age 39; CONCUBINE (BLACK).
5. Daphne Renee (Greengrass) Black-Potter, age 16; CONCUBINE (BLACK).
6. Astoria Lynn (Greengrass) Potter-Black, age 14; CONCUBINE (POTTER).