Back to Hogwarts
As Harry boarded the Hogwarts express at the start of his fifth year, he felt apprehensive about what lay ahead. Voldemort was back and the Ministry was in denial. But at least he was with his wife, Hermione. They had been married the previous Summer after they had confessed their love for one another. This had brought great joy at a time of great tragedy. Two tragedies in fact. Voldemort's return and Ron's defection to the Dark Side.
Hermione smiled at Harry as they walked up to Dean and Seamus. Hermione's face was now bright green and very shiny – a magical mishap during the Triwizard Tournament the previous summer had resulted in a green rubber mask becoming magically stuck on her face. This seemed to be permanent. Nothing would remove it.
Ash, Hermione's magicorn foal, trotted along at their heels. She was a cute little thing, yellow with brown spots and wide brown eyes, like Hermione's. She was roughly pony shaped, but had blunt legs with no hooves and an almost humanoid shaped head with a wide mouth. She could speak too, and was very intelligent when you think how young she was. Only about six months old.
"Hi Dean, Seamus," said Hermione grinning at their two friends.
"Hi Hermione. Erm… we're supposed to report to the prefect carriage."
Hermione's green face creased into a frown. "No offence Seamus, but I do think Dumbledore should have made my husband Harry a prefect. Not that you're a bad choice. Don't misunderstand me. But Harry needs the headmaster to show confidence in him, now that the Ministry's sleazy propaganda rag, the Daily Prophet, is having a go at him every day."
"Mm," said Seamus.
"I completely agree," said Dean, kissing Hermione's green cheek and staring at her swollen breasts. Hermione's huge boobs were leaking milk which was beginning to stain the front of her pink top. She would have to change into her Hogwarts robes soon.
"Thank you, Dean, I knew we could count on you," said Hermione.
"Yayyy, Dean," whinnied little Ash from around their ankles.
Hermione kissed Harry on the lips. "Harry dear, sorry, but we've got to patrol the corridors for a bit. It's a bother, but there we are. Please take Ash and find a compartment. Then we'll join you."
She took Dean and Seamus by their hands. "Come on boys, we might get a private moment…" Harry was aware that Hermione had come to an agreement with Dean and Seamus that they were magically contracted to be her servants in exchange for her showing them her acquired talents at giving sensual pleasure. Hermione had her own harem now, and was building on it further. But her heart was with Harry.
Harry picked up Ash and looked about for a compartment. "Luv ya, Daddy," said Ash.
"Love you too, sweetie," said Harry.
Harry had had the good sense this year to send his luggage and Hedwig on ahead. He checked all the carriages, but they seemed to be full. A lot of kids stared back at him and several nudged their neighbours. Was this because of the Daily Prophet saying that he was lying about Voldemort coming back? Dumbledore believed him, so that should be good enough for the rest of them.
In the last carriage he came to, there was only a girl with straggly, waist length blond hair and strangely protuberant eyes. She beckoned to him. "Come and sit here, Harry. I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood."
"Thanks." Harry sat down opposite her.
"'Lo, Luna!" squeaked Ash. She settled down on the seat beside Harry.
"Cute magicorn. Is she yours?" asked Luna.
"Yeah. I am married to her mother. That's Hermione."
"I like to read. What ya got there?" said Ash, gazing at Luna who was reading a magazine upside-down.
"The Quibbler," said Luna with a smile.
"Lemme see?" said Ash, and bounded onto the floor and then onto Luna's knee. Luna was quite content to show her the magazine.
"Weird!" said Ash with a little snorting sound. "The Quibbler says Fudge kills goblins. I'm not surprised. He's really mean to Harry. I think he's a mean man."
"Daddy knows the Minister's a fool. We both believe in Harry," said Luna, looking at Harry with a dreamy expression in her silvery eyes.
Cho Chang came in at that moment. "Sorry. Bad time?"
Harry had seen Cho around before and thought her pretty, but he didn't love her.
"Harry is married now, Cho," said Luna.
"Oh yes, of course. Well, see you around, Harry," said Cho and left.
Hermione, Dean and Seamus arrived soon afterwards, all looking rather disheveled and Hermione's green face glistening as though she had just had to wash sticky stuff of it. "Quite a work out," said Dean, gasping. Hermione slapped his bottom. "You can suck my breasts some more later, when you've done some errands."
Dean and Seamus sat on either side of Harry. "Sexy wife you have," said Dean. "We're glad to be in her harem."
Harry still wasn't sure what to feel about all this.
Hermione scooped Ash up in her arms. "The Quibbler's rubbish, Ash, you shouldn't read stuff like that."
"Excuse me, my father's the editor," said Luna coolly.
"Yeah, s'not rubbish, Mummy," said Ash, poking out her little pink tongue.
"Sorry…" said Hermione grimacing. "You're right of course, Ash."
"Listen to your, foal," said Luna, turning her attention back to the magazine.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle barged in at that moment. "Get out!" said Hermione, jumping in front of her boys and brandishing a wand.
"Just taunting Potter about coming second to Finnegan, that fatherless half-blood," sneered Malfoy. "His mother roasted the muggle's brain."
The tip of Hermione's wand glowed red and Malfoy took the hint and fled, Crabbe and Goyle hastening after him.
When the train reached Hogsmeade station, the six of them traipsed out to the horseless carriages pulled by the invisible thestrals (Cedric Diggory survived the Triwizard Tournament in this story so Harry can't see the thestrals). Soon they were back at Hogwarts. Harry followed Hermione, her boy-toys trailing after them. Back to Hogwarts then for a new year!