Gringott's Bank
Potter Account Manager's Office
Tuesday, July 4 th , 1995
Even much later Harry didn't recall much of his meeting with the Potter account manager. He understood that he had several potential houses. Still, all of them needed severe repairs, which he could easily afford from the proceeds in the Basilisk vault, even after the payments to everyone affected, including Ron who would have been right beside him if not for Lockhart. One place that had potential, was a block of apartments that his dad had bought for his mum when she got pregnant.
According to what Remus remembered, the building was an investment so if anything happened to his dad, she would still have the rental income, and being in the non-magical world, any pureblood who would cause problems wouldn't know how to find it. Even better, the top floor was one apartment, and it was leased for 100 years, all costs paid out of a separate vault. The apartment was fully furnished, and his mum had contracted to have the furniture and fittings updated every ten years and cleaned every six months that it was empty.
The building is in Mayfair, and Harry knew enough from listening to the telly that Mayfair was certainly considered 'posh', and any non-magical woman wouldn't think twice about him living there, instead of dealing with a floo or other way of getting to one of the Wizarding homes. The bank would take care of getting the apartment ready for them within 3 or 4 days and Harry took the keys with him when they finished.
Steelfist had copies of all the information about the Potter-Longbottom Alliance for him to go over and come back with questions.
The reason for his distraction, which fortunately Steelfist understood, was the envelope with his name on it. The envelope was attached to the Potter ring and there were small drawings of a Stag and a Doe, and with a choke in his voice, "Sirius, or Remus, did my mum have an animagus form?"
Sirius looked a bit surprised at the question, but said, "She sure did, and she was as surprised as anybody else when she changed into a Doe. What makes you ask that?"
Harry removed the letter from the ribbon on the ring and showed it to him, pointing out the drawings. Sirius chuckled, "Yeah that was your mum's identifier, she didn't want a code name because it would point her out as one of the Marauders, and she enjoyed having the 'good girl' reputation, said it gave her deniability when something happened and Lily was known to have a problem with the victim."
Sirius got a faraway look in his eyes before he laughed, "You wouldn't know him, Harry, but the Potions Professor before Snivellus was a slime bucket named Slughorn, and Slug was a good name for him! Anyway, he had a little habit of finding out what his NEWT students were working on, and then writing it up and submitting it as his work, so he would get the credit and the financial rewards. People confronted him, and he basically laughed at them, saying nobody would believe them over a Potions Master like him. As if that wasn't disgusting enough, he would tell any attractive muggle-born or someone without a family, he'd offer them credit as an assistant, if they were willing to be 'accommodating'. How Lily got out of there without blasting the fat bastard through a wall, I don't know, but we had to sit on Prongs to stop him rushing to the dungeons. Lily had one of our communication mirrors, and it was active for the entire time. When she was far enough away from the potions office, Lily pulled the mirror out and said, "I'm assuming you heard it all? Well, I want all of you to be especially creative on execution, I've got a doozy of an idea."
Remus had been listening, but suddenly realization lit up his eyes and he started laughing hysterically.
"Anyway! Before I was interrupted, what Lily came up with needed all of our skills, including Peter's sneaking abilities, and his proficiency with the Switching Charm. It took a few weeks to get everything prepared, but one night, the potion was ready, so Peter switched the mead in Sluggy's mug with the mead plus extra from the flask we carried. Sluggy kept on drinking until he finished the mug, and got a strange expression on his face. When Dumbledore noticed and asked what was wrong, all Sluggy could do was Whinny! Just like a horse, and he started running out of the hall and out the front doors. Of course, all of the students hurried after him, and we saw him trying to get out of his clothes, but it was hard when he had hooves instead of hands or feet. The last thing we saw was a mare rushing into the forbidden force, directly where the Centaur herd would stay."
Harry couldn't help it, he was laughing as hard as Remus, and even Steelfist had an expression that might be a grin as Sirius continued, "The best part, the Mare was in season! So she was occupied until early the next morning when the potion wore off. At least we never heard of him stealing peoples work, or making disgusting offers. And as bad as it was for Sluggy, part of the potion was a prophylactic, so there were no Centaur colts showing up."
Wiping his eyes, Harry got his laughter under control and managed to open the letter addressed to him. He smiled at reading words from his father and mum, telling him about the prophecy, and why they were in hiding, trusting their secret to Peter Pettigrew, and then, his mum took over, describing the research they did to find the ritual that would let Harry live, although the chances were good that the magic of the ritual would cost them their lives, and it was an easy decision to make.
James continued, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be getting close to your 15th birthday, because this portion of the letter wouldn't appear otherwise. But, I'm sure you've discovered some interesting abilities when it comes to the witches around your age, automatically knowing exactly what the witch needs to be completely satisfied. If so, I'm happy to tell you that is what is called 'The Potter's Gift,' and every wizard in the Potter line has the same gift. It's been a part of the family at least as far back as the founding of Hogwarts, but we haven't found any mentions of it prior to that. Now, if you are like other members of the family, you probably have the knowledge but lack the ability to put the knowledge to use, right? Well, join the rest of the Potters! Our ancestors, I think it was my great-grandfather arranged to provide physical education for his descendants until the special vault he set up was emptied, which won't happen, but I've already ensured that your visit is paid for, but you do need to grab plenty of gold to tip the girl, it's customary."
Lily took over at this point, saying that she was well aware of where James got his skills, and the two of them even went back together, several times before she was pregnant. After being with Pansy, Parvati, and Cho, the idea of his mum liking to play with other witches didn't surprise him at all, other than wondering if any of the younger professors found their way into her and James' bed.
The rest of the letter wasn't quite as interesting, other than mentioning that he put some memories and the family Pensieve in the main vault that you should watch when you get to a private area.
Harry felt a rush of emotions as he read the letter from his parents. It was a strange feeling, receiving a message from beyond the grave, but it also brought him comfort to know that they had loved him so deeply.
The mention of the family Pensieve piqued his interest, and he was eager to view the memories it contained. But he would wait until he was someplace private. It was Steelfist clearing his throat and gesturing to the Family Ring and, putting it on, the ring shrank to fit his finger, and he suddenly experienced knowledge filling his mind, and, as soon as it started, the ring ensured the knowledge was organized, using a discipline called 'Occlumency' that he was taught by the ring. He realized, after a moment or so, that he could just let the discipline get everything organized while he was finishing the meeting with Steelfist, and after thanking him for his time, and putting several galleons on the goblin's desk, as a way of thanking him for his forbearance while he dealt with the emotional situation.
Steelfist nodded, his hand gathering the galleons, and said "If more clients apologized with gold, more account managers wouldn't get annoyed at the time wasting."
Ministry for Magic
Wizengamot Chambers
Sunday, June 26th, 1995
Evening
The silence in the chamber was broken when the Chief Wizard, actually Witch in this case, as Augusta Longbottom had taken the Gavel when Dumbledore had to step back to deal with the changes at Hogwarts. Amelia Bones, former acting Minister was happy to be able to turn the Badge of Office over to Tiberius Ogden. It was an easy choice since Amelia had made it clear she did not want the position and actually was the one to nominate Ogden for the role.
Leaving the Wizengamot Chambers. Amelia headed toward the lift to take her to the DMLE Floor but paused when she heard her name being called. Pausing, she looked back and saw Augusta heading toward her at a decent walking pace. When the older woman caught up, Amelia pressed the lift button, and very soon the two of them were walking through the bullpen where the Aurors had their desks and case files. The room was mostly quiet, with only a few Aurors in the Ready Room, in case they were needed.
When Amelia reached her office, she held the door open for her friend and closed the door behind her. Opening the hidden drawer in her desk, she pulled out a nearly full bottle of Ogden's Finest and two glasses. When she gestured, Augusta said,
"Yes please! I thought with that maniac was finally gone, and his followers either dead or turned into Squibs, things would calm down, but between finding out if there are any members of the Dark, or Traditionalist bloc that still have the magic to allow them to even see the Ministry or Gringott's goblins. Although I was happy to be notified that, once they lost their magic, the entire remaining Lestrange family died in Azkaban. That means, with Crouch Jr thrown through the Veil as an escapee, all of the bastards who hurt my family are dead, and I hope they are all suffering an eternity of agony for what they've done. So, now that you aren't the Acting Minister any longer, what are your plans?"
Amelia took a sip of her drink and said, "You know, for a change I'm going to see if the Department can function without me for a couple of weeks. It's been at least 10 years since I had a holiday, and I think it's about time."
Augusta laughed, 'I honestly don't blame you, but have you decided where you are going or what you will be doing?"
Amelia leaned forward, "I'm going to be turning off the glamour and I've spoken to Eloise, so I'll spent most of the time enjoying something else I haven't had for just as long."
Augusta stared at the younger woman in shock, her mouth gaping. When she was able to speak, Augusta said, "It's too bad this isn't a glamour, every year is honestly earned. And even if I was able to use a glamour to look younger, my knees, hips and every other part of my body won't be any younger. So, I'll expect some juicy stories when you get back!"
The two of them started laughing, making the few Aurors in earshot wonder just what set the Boss off, but it was still nice to hear laughter again.
MTN & MTN & MTN
Eloise's
Wednesday, July 5th, 1995
Early Afternoon
Amelia was saying to herself, for probably the hundredth time since arriving several days ago, that this was absolutely a brilliant idea, but she was not going to wait another 10 years to come back here. She was surprised to see a few women she'd known. They were the type she used to call the Azkaban Widows, but she supposed that Squib Widows since their husbands don't have the magic to keep them functional, and the vibrating wand only works for a short while.
She had just finished showering after her earlier guest had left, when there was a stir at the Front Door, and just about the last person she would have expected walked through the door. She was surprised that Harry Potter would need to pay to get a girl's knickers off, but he probably got tired of the girls who told all to Rita Skeeter.
Moving closer, she saw that Sirius Black had walked in behind Harry, and she made a decision. Maneuvering through the group of women, she walked up to Harry and said,
"Mister Potter, my name is Amelia, and I want to thank you, the monster you destroyed had personally killed all but one member of my family, my niece only survived because she was at a friend's house. Now, I'm sure you are here for a reason other than to sign autographs, and I would be very happy to take care of you."
Harry looked slightly amused at how forward she was being, but before he said anything, Sirius stuck his nose into it, "Amelia?"
She turned her Madame Ice glare on him and said, "Not a word, Black, Not a damn word! Understood?"
Black gulped and practically broke his neck nodding. Turning back to Harry, he spoke to her directly, laughing he said, "Anybody who can get the mutt to behave like that, is a very interesting person, and when we are taking breaks, I'm interested in just what you were warning Sirius about."
She gave a throaty laugh, "And, depending on what kind of mood I'm in, I might just tell you."
"Oh, yes this is going to be interesting," he lowered his voice and moved closer, "Especially since I can see you really want a guest to take you to the Playroom in the basement, where you can show everybody that's watching just how much you love dancing to the crop, or being cuffed to a bench, and one of the other girls will move in front of you, holding your hair as she moves your mouth just the way she likes it. And I'll be taking my time working my cock into your arse as I spank you. Does that sound like something you would enjoy?"
Amelia didn't know how she managed to avoid jumping Harry, but she did, even though her knickers were instantly drenched!
Looking around, she saw that one of the girls had been watching with wide eyes, but the way one hand was under her robes and between her thighs, and her nipples were hard enough to tear holes in the fabric. Amelia was trying to remember her name when Harry noticed her, "Penelope? Do you want to join us, you look like you need some of what Amelia is going to be enjoying."
That was how the three of them were on the stage in the Playroom, and she and Penelope were stark naked, and Amelia almost collapsed from the force of the climax she enjoyed when Harry frowned at her hairy mound, and with a gesture of his wand, almost all of her hair was gone, leaving a heart-shaped triangle with the point at the top of her quim.
Penelope looked around with interest, this was the first time she'd actually been in the Playroom. She'd been excited at the idea, and even more, when a couple of the other girls had talked about their experience with the dominant men, and one of the girls had the man and his wife playing with her. The wife was dominant to her, but they both submitted to the man.
Penelope got so excited thinking about being enjoyed by a couple she had to go up to her room and get relief. She was so focused she missed the knowing smiles passing between a few of the other girls. And even if she had noticed, she probably wouldn't have cared a lick.
The lights were dim throughout the room, only enough light to walk without stumbling. In the center of the room, a raised platform was lit by lights circling the platform. On the platform was a table and bench, both padded and sporting wrist and ankle cuffs in different positions. Penelope was so fascinated by the furnishings that the voice of Master calling her name was a surprise.
Dropping to her knees, eyes to the floor "Yes, Master, how may I serve you?"
"Amelia is about to lose her mind if she doesn't get some relief, so using your mouth, tongue and fingers, give her at least one, and no more than three orgasms. If you do that satisfactorily, I'll put you on the table next to Amelia and spank you at the same time."
She didn't pause, other than to wonder how Master knew her desires so well?
Master had Amelia kneeling on the padded bench, cuffs holding her ankles in place, legs spread to give her access, and the woman's wrists were pulled over her head and cuffed to the opposite edge of the table. Penelope could see that Master was right, Amelia was quivering in anticipation, and Penny had no problem getting her tongue in another woman, but doing it because Master told her to do it made it even more exciting!
Amelia was biting her lip to keep from begging Harry to stop teasing her, but a part of her, the logical, observant part of herself, that gave her the instincts of a damn good Auror, was paying attention to how he was playing with both of them, Penelope more than her at the moment, but he was pressing all of Amelia's buttons too.
It was with a sigh of relief that she felt Penelope's tongue licking her hairless pussy and sucking on each of her lips, making Amelia quiver in the restraints, trying to move backward to get more of Penelope's tongue inside her. Amelia almost whined in frustration when the other girl pulled back, breaking contact, and then she felt a smack on her rear!
"Be a good girl, Amelia, and I'll give you the pleasure Master wants you to enjoy, but that's Master's decision, not yours."
Amelia forced herself to stay still, knowing that Penelope was telling the truth, this young man, just Susan's age, was either a natural dominant or had a very good teacher! Hell, if Susan wouldn't object to her overnight visits, Amelia would be willing to approach him for a contract, a line continuation would work, but that's for when she wasn't thinking with her pussy.
Harry leaned down, putting his mouth at Amelia's ear while brushing his fingers along Amelia's inner thigh. She shivered at his touch, her body arching slightly towards him. "Don't move," he warned his voice a soft murmur against her skin. "You want this, don't you? To be completely at my mercy?"
Amelia whimpered, biting her lip as she nodded. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, her voice trembling from excitement, both the experience of being completely dominated, and Penelope's eager tongue, but she managed to answer Sir, "I want this."
"Good girl," he praised, his hand moving to cup her breast. He squeezed gently, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "Such a good girl."
He straightened up and saw Penelope was doing a fine job taking Amelia to the brink, and then backing off, then starting again. Moving so he could speak quietly, "You're doing a wonderful job, Penelope, I appreciate how well you are following my orders, but you can let Amelia cum now, and if you get her to cum 2 more times, you'll get the reward I promised."
Penelope pulled her face away and smiled, "Thank you, Master," before focusing on Amelia again.
Harry stood back, watching Penelope give Amelia her best. Although he did wonder why Penelope was here, she was pretty serious with Percy Weasley when they were at Hogwarts.
While listening to Amelia lose her dignity along with her mind, Harry opened one of the cabinets, smiling at the paddles, canes, and riding crops hanging from the hooks on the doors. After testing the feel of the different paddles, Harry chose one of the crops and cast a softening spell on the crop so it would sting, but not hurt, or break the skin. Once again he thanked which of his ancestors had impressed some deity enough to receive the gift of family magic.
"Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Fuck! I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmming!" Amelia started crying out before starting to babble nonsensically, only to start crying out again that she was cumming even harder this time.
The tone of Amelia's voice changed slightly, and Harry looked over curiously, smiling to see that Penelope had gotten her fingers wet, and was rubbing Amelia's bung to loosen the muscle and popped the pointer finger through the muscle, sliding all the way in while she used her tongue to tease Amelia's clit, triggering a third climax, before collapsing on the table, panting from exertion, a wide smile on her face.
Harry reached out to Penelope and he lifted her to her feet. He smiled at her, "You did very well, pet, so I'm going to give you a reward before letting you feel the crop." Walking over to a bare wall, he let the smiling blonde lean against the wall and spread her legs. "I want you to think of your favorite fantasy or experience, it doesn't matter, as long as it gets you aroused, okay? Don't tell me what it is, we can discuss that later, and maybe see if it's something we can make happen. For now, just enjoy the fantasy, and you can cum as much as you want, do you understand?"
"Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!" Penelope breathed a wide smile on her face.
Harry moved closer, one hand fondling the girl's breasts, the other moving between Penelope's thighs, rubbing his fingers over her pussy, before working two fingers into her and pumping smoothly, his thumb brushing her clit. He could see that she was getting close, her breathing was ragged and she was flushed from her nipples to the top of her head.
Harry worked a third finger into her pussy and started pumping faster, until Penelope fell forward against him, shuddering as he freed his hand and wrapped his arms around her, letting her ride out the orgasm. Eventually, Penelope's eyes opened and he could see the awareness in her eyes.
Penelope's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she knelt before Master, as exhausted as if she had been casting a Patronus for over an hour. She held her eyes downcast like a proper submissive would, otherwise she wouldn't be able to keep from smiling. Just with his fingers, and her imagination, she enjoyed the most powerful climax she could ever remember. For making her feel so wonderful, she needed to show her appreciation to Master and knew exactly what to do.
Lifting her face, she said, "Master, thank you for making me feel so wonderful, may I serve you?"
Master looked at her considering for an eternity that was probably no more than a couple of seconds, before he smiled and nodded. Then he reached down and helped her to her feet, then guided her over to a couch that was sitting against a bare wall. Master sat down on the sofa and spread his legs.
Master leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes piercing into her soul. He knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed to do to fully express her gratitude. His fingers drummed lightly on the armrest, a silent countdown before he would grant her request.
"Go on, Penelope," he finally said, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down her spine. "Show me how grateful you are."
A surge of relief washed over her mingled with a deep sense of satisfaction. She didn't need to be told twice. With a graceful movement, she crawled forward on her knees, closing the distance between them. Her hands trembled as she reached out, unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. The sound of metal clasps clicking echoed in the room, a rhythmic reminder of her servitude.
Master's cock sprang free, hard and eager for her attention. Penelope's mouth watered at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation. She could feel his gaze on her, burning into her skin, urging her to take the next step.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, feeling the heat of his flesh against her palm. She began to stroke him slowly, her movements deliberate and worshipful. Each glide of her hand brought a small groan from Harry, a sound that encouraged her to continue.
"That's it, girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You know just how to handle it."
Penelope's heart raced. She loved pleasing him, loved the way his approval made her feel alive. She glanced up at him, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before lowering her head, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. The taste was electric, a potent mix of salt and musk that sent a jolt of excitement through her.
She took him into her mouth, savoring the sensation of his length filling her. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing every inch as she worked her way deeper. Master's hand found the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair as he guided her movements.
"Suck it like you mean it," he commanded, his voice gruff with control. "Show me how much you want this."
Penelope obeyed, her throat working as she took him deeper, her lips sealing tightly around him. She bobbed her head up and down, her pace increasing as she drew more of him into her mouth. The sounds of their combined breaths filled the room, a symphony of passion and submission.
Master's hips began to thrust slightly, matching her rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with delicious precision. Penelope's hands moved to massage his balls, adding another layer of pleasure to her ministrations. She could hear him breathing harder now, the intensity of his arousal palpable.
"Fuck, Penelope," he groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. "You're going to make me come if you keep that up."
Her heart swelled with pride at his words, but she didn't slow down. If anything, she intensified her efforts, her tongue flicking faster against the underside of his shaft. She wanted to push him over the edge, wanted to bring him to completion as a true sign of her devotion.
Master's orgasm was building quickly, the tension in his body palpable. He could feel the pressure mounting, his release imminent. He looked down at Penelope, her face flushed with effort, her eyes closed in concentration. It was a sight that drove him wild.
"Here it comes," he warned, his voice strained. "Take it all, Penelope."
She prepared herself, her throat relaxing to accommodate his impending explosion. When it came, it was powerful, Master's cock pulsing as he spilled his seed into her mouth. Penelope swallowed reflexively, her cheeks hollowing as she drank him down, not missing a single drop.
The taste of him filled her completely, a potent reminder of her role and her duty. She continued to suck gently, drawing out every last bit of his essence until he was completely spent. Only then did she release him, her lips sliding off his softening cock with a quiet pop.
Penelope was about to start licking Master's cock when she suddenly felt like every bit of magic in her body was dancing in celebration, bursts of pleasure rocketing through her body, even more powerfully than the previous orgasm.
She had heard that extremely powerful wizards have so much magic that it becomes part of their seed, she had thought it was just a fantasy, the same way Jeremy's Law is claimed as a way to openly have a lot of witches as bed partners. But the way she was overwhelmed just from swallowing, how would she, or any other witch, be affected by having sex with him? She knew that she really wanted to find out, especially after her contract was finished.
Penelope was working up the nerve to ask Master if she could join him when her contract was up in 30 days. But before she could bring up the subject, Amelia's voice reminded them that they weren't alone.
It was almost seven hours later that Harry and two exhausted, but generously tipped, witches came up out of the playroom, and Amelia and Penelope ended up sharing Amelia's bed, falling asleep before they were even aware of it.
Hotel Savoy
London
Thursday, July 6th, 1995
Breakfast
Harry looked up at the cheerful bark that told him Hedwig had returned from the Patil's, and it looked like she was carrying more than a single note. Picking up part of a rasher of bacon, he handed the treat to his familiar, so she was willing to let him take the letters off her. The top letter was from Parvati, he could easily recognize her handwriting, and she had written 'Read Me First!' on the front of the envelope.
Sliding the letter out of the envelope, he started reading, and with every word he got angrier. Sirius had noticed the reaction and waited for Harry to let him know what was bothering him. The first question honestly surprised him, it wasn't what he would have expected his godson to be worried about.
"Sirius, as a Pureblood, please tell me there's a way I can challenge this bastard for insulting the betrothed Lady Potter and Lady Black?"
"Do you mind me reading the letter? I can answer you better when I understand the situation."
Harry handed the letter to Sirius and opened the other letter. This was from the Twin's father, requesting a meeting to discuss betrothals and the possibility of moving closer to the Potter-Longbottom Alliance.
Reading Ayaan Patil's businesslike letter, allowed him to calm down, giving him the ability to consider what Parvati was writing him and not lose his temper. Grabbing a pad of paper from the credenza behind him, he started writing a reply to Mister Patil agreeing to meet to discuss contracts for Parvati and Padma, but they would be marriage contracts, not the concubine collar. Harry suggested a couple of days during July that he would be available and not working on getting the Potter properties in a livable condition.
Waiting for Sirius to finish re-reading the letter, Harry set the letter to their father to the side, they can discuss the wording of the letter later.
When Sirius set the letter down he looked directly at Harry, "I understand that you want to grind this bastard into sausage and feed him to Fang, I don't blame you. But, doing that only makes him suffer for a short time. Wouldn't you rather he lived a long, miserable life, and know it was because he insulted your future wives?"
Harry's grin was wolfish, and Sirius was just glad that grin wasn't directed at him. But Harry just said, "Okay, Padfoot, you've got my attention, what are you thinking?"
"Well, we need to set up a meeting with Steelfist and Arnold, the Black Account Manager to set up the contracts, but make sure they are officially filed on your 16th Birthday. That's the youngest you, as the last of your family, can sign contracts. We can get the letter from the bastard making the concubine offer, and make arrangements that will show that the girl's father, and me, as your Godfather, could sign the intent to marry statement, and it will be dated before the concubine offer.
"I'd also recommend the three of you sitting down for an interview with one of the reputable Daily Prophet reporters, so you can get the public believing your version of the situation.
"A couple of days after the interview is published, you can get the bastard's letter published, and then you come on like The Original Husband Protecting His Wives Reputation, and in the interview you allow them to conduct, make sure you say something like 'I was planning to challenge this barbarian to a death duel, but my future brides convinced me to take the long view, but he would hope anyone who does business with the person, to think twice about being associated with somebody so dense as to insult the Man who Won, he might decide to try and sell some of your daughters as concubines without informing you."
Harry laughed, "I like it, just have to make sure the Goblins will take care of filing the parchments on the right date."
The conversation and planning took them several hours, just in time to meet Olivia and Mary for their dates, and agreed they would see each other in the morning.
428 Mount Street
Mayfair, London, UK
Harry's Apartment
Master Bedroom
Saturday, July 15th, 1995
9:00 AM
The morning sun, a mischievous imp, peeked through the blinds, casting stripes of gold across Harry's rumpled sheets. Olivia, a vision in sleep-mussed blonde hair and a mischievous grin was already up, stretching languidly in the aftermath of a night that was, to put it mildly, electric. She leaned over, snatched a pair of lacy black underwear from the floor, and tossed them onto Harry's bedside table.
"For your trophy collection," she quipped, her eyes twinkling.
Harry, still half-asleep and blinking like a startled owl, squinted at the garment. "My what?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
Olivia laughed, a melody that sent shivers down his spine. "Your trophy collection,' silly. You know, the one in your cabinet, that you forgot to close the last time I was over? You've already got several different women's knickers, why don't you have their pictures too?"
Realizing Olivia was more amused than upset at his collection, Harry said, "One of the women has a jealous husband, and an overly emotional son, and if word got out that she was spending time with me, it would cause more problems than I want to deal with. And I don't have pictures of the others because it would draw attention to the first woman. When the time comes, I'll be happy to include pictures of all of you that are willing."
Olivia looked at him in mild surprise, she had been teasing about the lack of pictures, but understanding that it was to protect one of his lover's reputations, gave her a different picture of her green-eyed lover, and she was even more impressed by his discretion, since most guys his age, 18 to 20, can't wait to brag about the different birds he's shagged. "Well, when you start collecting pictures, let me know when you invite me over, I've got a stocking and garter belt set I think you would enjoy seeing me wearing."
He was awake now and gave her an answering grin, "Oh, absolutely, in fact, I could ask one of the other girls to be here at the same time, I'm sure she would enjoy posing with you for some 'extra-special' pictures." He was partly kidding, but somehow he knew that Pansy would love posing for some pictures with her tongue in another girl.
Olivia intrigued him, she didn't seem upset at what he wasn't saying, just grinning and she said,
"In that case, you're going to have to get a larger cabinet, because I love having nasty pictures taken, and I know a bunch of other girls that are like me, we all enjoy playing with girls, and we all enjoy showing off. There's no husband or lover in the picture to worry about, and all of us like pushing the boundaries. In fact, a couple of nights a week there are amateur contests at totally nude clubs, and a few of us enjoy competing, and the money is fantastic for a few hours work."
Harry grinned, "You'll need to let me know in advance, I'm sure I can find my way there, with lots of pound notes to fill your garter."
"Oh, that's easy, every Wednesday and Saturday, several of us head to 'Platinum Lace,' The top prize is 500 pounds, and we get to stay the rest of the night and take our turns in the rotation. I honestly make enough at the clubs that I don't need the job at the shop, but my mum and dad don't know about my dancing, and it helps to have a job to explain the money." With a teasing smile, she said, "And the best part is, there are usually women at the show by themselves, and if one of the dancers takes a fancy to a women, they are eager to take the dancer home. Since there's no money changing hands, the Managers turn a blind eye to it."
"Nothing like an extra benefit on the side, is there?" He asked, smirking.
"Oh hell yeah!" she laughed, "But, to get back to what we were talking about, you start adding pictures, you'll need a bigger cabinet!"
With that, Olivia scurried into the bath, starting the shower.
Wednesday, July 26th, 1995
"Knock! Knock!"
"Wake up Harry, we've got places to be, witches to betroth, and you don't want to make a bad impression on the father of your brides by smelling like Pansy, do you?"
There was grumbling from behind the door, and it clicked open. Sirius pressed open the door and stepped inside, just in time to see the bathroom door shut, and then the shower starting. Grinning slightly, remembering just how hard Prongs was to get out of bed on the weekend, he turned back toward the door when the open door of the cabinet caught his eye.
Curious, he walked over and pulled the door completely open, and, after choking back a laugh, he knew, from what Mary had told him she heard from Olivia, that he did collect knickers. He was just amazed at how successful he was at it. Quickly counting, there were 12 pairs on the left cabinet door, and the right door, only a single pair.
The single pair caught his attention because he recognized the woman's handwriting on the tag, from when he and Prongs were Auror Partners, and he had to suppress a jolt of jealousy that his godson got Amelia Bones to voluntarily leave a pair of her knickers behind! He'd made several tries before that Halloween and got frozen out every time, damn it!
Looking at the door that was filled with 12 pairs, he could swear he'd seen the woman's handwriting on the date tag, whoever she was, she must be really impressed with Harry since she had left six pairs, the next girl was easy to figure out since he had seen Pansy Parkinson leaving with a dazed smile on her face, she had added four pairs, so far, and the last woman was Olivia, because Mary, the sales manager from the same shop teased Sirius about not asking for her knickers to start his collection. When she told him what Olivia said about Harry's collection it was the first time he'd heard anything about it. But now that he had seen it, not recognizing the woman's handwriting was going to drive him barmy.
He heard the door from the bathroom open, but was going over the witches he knew that would have been able to get in a position to remove her knickers since the first pair was from the night Harry spent in the hospital wing after destroying Voldie, so who could it be?
Hearing a throat being loudly cleared from behind him, he turned to look at his godson, knowing he was caught, he decided to try and brazen his way out of it.
"Harry, I know that you are still young and feeling your oats, but we really need to talk about your knicker collection,"
"What about it? And don't tell me you are about to lecture me, because I'm sure that all of you did the same or worse when you were my age!"
Sirius shrugged, then grinned, "Okay, you got me there, but I'm still trying to figure a couple of things out, Pansy and Olivia are obvious, and I would love to know how you got Amelia Bones to voluntarily give you a pair of her knickers. I'd ask her but I'm afraid she might tell me. But who is the first woman? I know her handwriting is familiar, but can't figure out who would have been at Hogwarts that night that would have been willing to take her knickers off."
Harry smirked, "You'll have to keep on wondering for awhile, Paddy, the requirement for me getting more of her collection for the wall is complete discretion, so until I get the word from her, my lips are sealed!"
"You're no fun, but can you at least tell me how you managed to get Amelia naked? I know you spent time with her and another girl at Eloises, but she's been back at the ministry for a couple of weeks now. Did she actually contact you for a repeat?"
Harry just grinned and pushed him out of the room, leaving Sirius to grumble about ungrateful godsons.
Gringotts
Conference Room
Wednesday, July 26th, 1995
12:00 PM
The negotiations for Parvati and Padma were extremely smooth, although their father was amazed when Harry confirmed that both girls would be the Lady of their House, Parvati would be Lady Potter, and Padma would be Lady Black since he was the designated Heir to the family. He could tell that the twins and both parents were stunned, and once Harry confirmed (for Ayaan's benefit) that the contracts would be filed on July 31st, the contracts were signed and ready to go in moments. That was when things got very entertaining as Harry explained the plan that he and Sirius came up with to destroy the credit who gave insult to both the Potter and the Black families. By the time he was finished, the man had completely lost his composure and was close to falling out of his seat he was laughing so hard.
After taking the Family rings, he placed the Lady Potter ring on Parvati's finger, and the Wife of the Heir on Padma, the glow showing the family magic accepted both witches, Harry suggested going to the Daily Prophet, this is something that they would want released to a reputable reporter, and not Rita Skeeter, and if possible, to have a reporter from the Wizarding Wireless to broadcast as well. He did ask if there was anybody they wanted to notify before it showed up in the news? Both girls did want to let a few friends know, and Harry confirmed that Parvati would prefer he contact Hermione, just because he is closer to her than Parvati is.
The Burrow
Ottery Saint Catchpole
Devon
Saturday, July 29th, 1995
It was early afternoon, and Fred and George were practicing for the next Quidditch season, and helping Ron with Keeper practice and Ginny with Chaser and Seeker since she was going to try out for the reserve spot.
They had just taken a break for some chilled lemonade, courtesy of their mum when Hedwig swooped down from above, landing directly in front of Ron.
"Hello Hedwig, how is the best post owl in England doing?" The snowy owl seemed to puff up with pride and gave what could only be described as a 'smug' bark, before offering the letter to Ron. Fred and George were about to take the mickey out of their brother, until Hedwig turned to both of them and glared, and, though neither would ever admit it, the look Hedwig gave was almost threatening, and the twins decided not to push things. Hedwig kept her eyes on them for several seconds before she bobbed her head in satisfaction and, after perching on Ginny's shoulder, she groomed the girl's hair before getting down and taking to the air once again.
Ron had opened the letter while Hedwig was busy with his siblings, and was happy for his mate, especially since Harry explained that the twin sisters were joining different houses because he is the Heir to a couple of other houses besides the Potters and Blacks. He wasn't surprised that Harry had managed to apologize to Parvati for the Yule Ball, but he knew he wouldn't have the courage to face Padma with an apology, especially after all these months. Seeing that the twins and Ginny were waiting expectantly, and their mum had stepped out the back door and listened.
"Not going to mess about, and I hope you two don't think pranking Harry would be appropriate, it's not. Harry, as the last of his family, will take up the position as the Head of the Potter family on his 16th birthday, next week, and, he's the Heir to the Black family, because the Dementors made sure Sirius wouldn't be adding any more puppies to the family. And if he didn't have a registered Heir, the family name and vaults would go to Draco Malfoy, not something anyone wants to happen. But, on his birthday, he will be getting betrothed to Parvati and Padma Patil, and he wanted to make sure he let me and Hermione know before it showed up in the Prophet or on the radio."
He glanced at Ginny, expecting to see her upset, but she surprised him, looking genuinely happy for Harry, while the twins were looking mutinous about being warned off from pranking their adopted brother. Deciding to let the twins deal with their mess Ron said, "How ya doing, Ginny? I know you had a case for him before,"
Ginny smiled, "That was on 'the Boy Who Lived' and what girl wouldn't have a case on him, especially when he's your brother's best mate? But after I started getting to know Harry, he's a great guy, and one that I would want at my back when trouble visits, but after the last few years were too exciting for me, I decided that a close run Quidditch game is enough excitement. Are you going to write back? If you are, don't send it until I finish writing a note to him, okay?"
Getting up from the table, she said, "Can you put my broom up, Ron? I think I'm done practicing for the day."
The others were standing and grabbing their brooms as Ron was picking up his and Ginny's brooms and heading to the broom shed. Coming back into the house, Ron noticed his mum sitting quietly at the kitchen table, and he went over, "Are you okay, mum? I know you were hoping things would happen to make him a Weasley, not just an honorary one," he stopped because Molly was shaking her head with a smile,
"I'm fine Ron, but thanks for noticing. Yes, I would have happily made Harry another son, but part of me wants to yell and rant that he's too young to be married, but, after what he did in the Graveyard, he's not a child anymore, I don't think he's been a child since he arrived at Hogwarts. But, wasn't Padma the girl you took to the Ball?"
"The one who's night I ruined, yes, that's her."
"And you still haven't apologized, have you?"
The silence was the only answer, making his mum frown at him, "You've been a lot better since you are Hermione have started dating, about paying attention to peoples feelings, but you need to make an effort to apologize to her. If you are worried about her reaction, write her a letter for Merlin's sake!"
He knew she was right, and she wouldn't be able to hex him through a letter, at least he hoped she couldn't, so he just nodded and headed up to his room.
Summercrest Crescent, Crawley
Later that Afternoon
Hermione looked up when she heard the distinctive bark of Harry's Owl or was Harry Hedwig's human? It didn't matter, she set down the book she was reading and tore a piece of meat from her sandwich, holding it out for the snowy owl and taking the letter she was carrying.
Opening the letter, she was surprised at her best friend getting betrothed, although she understood about the multiple wives. She idly wondered if Parvati knew about Pansy because she had heard the Slytherin Princess bragging to Daphne in places that they thought wouldn't be heard. The two girls should know better to check the aisles on either side because she had been working on an essay when she heard Daphne's voice wanting details of what she and Harry had done that morning. Hermione couldn't stop listening, truthfully she didn't want to either, but she was biting on her jumper to stay quiet as Pansy told Daphne that Harry started things out with a bare bottom spanking, and while she was recovering from that, his fingers were in her pussy, pumping quickly and sending her into her first orgasm. Daphne's moan came through the gap in the shelves, and Pansy chuckled. Then it was an extremely hot description of Harry using his Gryffindor tie to bind her wrists behind her back and put Pansy on her knees, she loved being able to use her mouth like this, especially since she always came from the power of Harry's magic.
It was harder and harder to stay still and quiet, Hermione pictured herself in Pansy's place, and when she finished the story with Harry buggering her? That was all it took, and, being as quiet as she could, Hermione gathered her books and bag, managing to get away without drawing attention to herself until she found the nearest ladies' room and managed to silence the stall and get some relief from the pictures in her head.
Finishing the reading, she said, "You can stay and rest for a while, girl. There's owl kibble and fresh water by your perch, you know where it is. I'll write Harry this evening so you can take it to him, okay?"
With an agreeing bobbing of her head, Hedwig headed to the upstairs window that was charmed for her to get through. Thinking about Pansy and her stories, she honestly envied the girl, she has a man who understands what she needs, and gives it to her, quite often!
Picking up the book she had found in the adult section of the local bookseller, "How to Tell Someone You Love that You're Kinky" She hoped that she could find some way to help Ron understand what she needed. Opening the book at the personalized bookmark, she went back to reading.
Chang's Apothecary
74 Crescent Ridge
Diagon Alley
Wednesday, August 2nd, 1995
Early Evening
Cho was quiet when they returned from the meeting with the Parkinsons' about the order for the next quarter. She responded when her parents asked her a question, but otherwise, she was lost in thought.
It wasn't the meeting itself that was disturbing her, no the meeting went fine, especially when the conversation revealed that both the Parkinson and the Chang families were being considered for membership in the Potter-Longbottom Alliance, which Cho knew was an impressive badge to display on their businesses.
As they walked through Diagon Alley, Cho couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. The Chang Apothecary had come a long way since her great-grandfather first opened it, and now it was being recognized for its quality and success.
As they approached the storefront, Cho's eyes were drawn to the familiar sign above the door, the same one that had been there for over a hundred years. "Chang's Apothecary" it read in bold, elegant letters. She smiled, remembering all the hours she had spent in the shop as a child, watching her parents and grandparents work their magic with potions and ingredients. Now, it was her turn to carry on the family legacy and continue to provide the wizarding community with the best potions and remedies.
As they unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of herbs and spices greeted them. Cho took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. She knew she was exactly where she was meant to be. And as she began to prepare for the next day's orders, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the legacy her family had created, and for the distraction from the questions that had been bothering her since she and Pansy found themselves behind closed doors.
No, it was what happened when she and Pansy found themselves alone. They didn't bother with talking, they were too busy taking each other's clothes off. Just like the night in the Prefect's Bath, the sex was unbelievable, but then Pansy started describing things Harry did with and to her, and it got her ready to jump Pansy again. And that is where Cho is having a huge problem. Pansy was extremely clear that, if Cho wanted to split up with Diggory, Harry would take her as part of the family in a minute.
Cho was torn, she honestly loved Cedric, personality and ambitions were complementary, and they were just comfortable together. It's just sexually that Cedric doesn't seem to understand what she needs, and Harry and Pansy can provide that, and even more, but is it enough to lose what she has with Cedric?
She was still worrying about the situation when she fell asleep. It didn't help that she had dreams that kept bringing up the same questions, with no answers.
Daily Prophet Headlines
Tuesday, August 1st, 1995
Boy Who Lived, Man Who Conquered Takes Up Head of Potter Family
Weds his Lady Potter, and as Heir to the Black Family, Weds the Future Lady Black
The three arrived at the Daily Prophet offices early in the afternoon, after registering their status change with the Ministry.
Lord Potter has chosen his housemate Parvati Patil as Lady Potter, and Padma Patil, Lady Potter's twin sister, to be the Future Lady Black.
This caps an extremely eventful year for Harry James Potter, Lord Potter, just 16 years old as of this morning. The three will be returning to Hogwarts to start their OWL studies before continuing to their NEWTs.
Daily Prophet Headlines
Tuesday August 15th, 1995
Potter-Longbottom Alliance Active
Adds Four Families to the Membership
Parkinson Family, Announcing Movement to the Light
In Addition, in Payment of Life Debt, Heiress Parkinson joins the Potter Family
Black Family Moves from Dark to Neutral
Patil and Chang Families Confirm their Loyalty to the Light
In a surprising move, Lord Potter and the Longbottom Heir, Neville Franklin Longbottom
Have taken the steps to bring the Potter-Longbottom Alliance back to active status
The Four Families that joined the Alliance, were determined to be aligned with the Alliance Goals.
Ministry for Magic
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Director's Office
Tuesday, August 15 th , 1995
9:30 AM
Amelia Bones, back at her desk as the Director of the DMLE smiled as she read through the articles. Part of her concentration was wondering how big the waves were going to be when the new Alliance bloc started kicking over the anthills that had been allowed to grow due to the influence of the Dark Families, and their gold of course. Another part of her was reading over the fact that Harry has two wives, and if she's not mistaken, the Parkinson Heir is now a concubine. Amelia wasn't ashamed to admit a bit of envy, the Parkinson girl was getting the same treatment she and Penelope received and loved every second of it. She knew she had violated all kinds of customs, but that's only a problem if one of the partners objected, and Harry certainly wasn't objecting when she showed up at his door wearing nothing but her knickers under her outer robe. He opened the door and smiled when he saw her, especially when he invited her in and she left the robe on a hook and said, "I've been doing a lot of thinking about our time together, and wondered if you might want to do some reminiscing?"
He had laughed and picked her up, carrying her to his bedroom. It was even better the second time!
She should find out what Susan thinks about him because, with the multiple marriages, he would be ideal to fulfill a line continuation agreement. Amelia just wondered if she could find a way to add a clause to the agreement giving her bedroom visitation privileges. Hell, if he wanted her to, she'd even go down on Susan as long as he was giving her the pounding she loves. Something to think about.