Author's Note: Second chapter is up guys, be happy!

This one will explain a lot and, at the same time, bring up some other questions. That's ok; we wouldn't want for everything to be clear on the second chapter right? It would be super boring.

Anyway, I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I still am not the owner of Harry Potter. Not yet anyway. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow.


"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have stormed out like that, but I'm just so angry about this whole situation," The words came out of Harry's mouth as soon as the girls came out of the floo.

Hermione simply sat on the sofa in front of him, while Ginny moved to the kitchen to, presumably, make tea. In Britain, where there's a problem, there's tea. In their house was no different.

"I know," She said.

And it was enough, it really was. They knew each other for so long, and so very well that he could see the sincerity swimming in her eyes. She understood him, and that never failed to humble him.

"I don't wanna lose what we have," He whispered before he could stop himself. The words so raw they left a burning patch inside of him.

The beautiful third of the golden trio said no more, she just got up, sat on his lap, hugged him as strongly as she could and cried alongside her boyfriend.

They heard footsteps and, suddenly, a warm body was holding both of them.

"We'll find a way, we always do," The optimism in Ginny's voice was encouraging, even if a little strained.

"What if we don't? Then what?" He asked the question desperately. "We took so long to get where we are now; I can't risk all of that. How many fights and screaming matches and crying nights did it take for us to reach common ground? Hundreds," His voice was cracking, but he couldn't stop, the words were just pouring out, unstoppable. "We had to go trough all this, and now it won't be just us. And I love us."

"I hate it too," Hermione was squeezing his hand so damn hard it probably wasn't getting enough blood in it, but he didn't have the heart to tell her that. Not after everything. "With the three of us, we know how to make it work. But with five other people? I have no idea how even to begin..."

It wasn't often one saw the brightest witch of her age admitting she didn't know how to handle a situation. She hated being perceived as weak or unprepared, he and Ginny knew that. They were there for her at all times, to help her or just to listen to her thoughts. They would never judge her or think she was less of a witch or a person.

Would she fell the need to put up a mask in her own house because of these new strangers about to enter their lives?

"What if you decide on someone Hermione and I can's stand?" Ginny was biting her lips in a nervous gesture she could never get rid of, no matter how much she tried.

He kissed her soft lips gently. "That, I can promise, won't happen. We will choose together, all three of us. We'll all have the power to veto the individuals we can't see ourselves with."

"But what if there's no one left after that?" Count on Hermione to look at the practical side of things. Somethings never did change.

The youngest Weasley buffed incredulous at that. "Are you kidding me? He's Harry Potter, the Chosen One. Every single witch in Europe will be trying to score a piece of that." She gestured to the gorgeous wizard next to her.

The wizard in question was grimacing horribly because of the Chosen One title Ginny had just used. God, he hated this one almost as badly as he hated the Boy-Who-Lived title.

"Surely not Europe. I thought it would be only here, not everywhere else."

"Sorry Harry, but The Announcement is a very traditional... Ritual almost," Hermione looked at their joined hands and continued. "It was invented before the borders were so well defined and so important."

"Ugh," It was the only response he had to that information.

"Are we obligated to do this?" Ginny poured them tea with extra honey to make up for the crappy situation. "I mean, I know how important these titles are and everything, but if Harry wanted not to assume his position as heir would it be possible?"

"Unfortunately, no," Seeing Hermione face Harry could tell she had already thought about that. "It's complicated. Harry is direct heir to the Potter house, as both of his parents were Potters, and is direct heir to the Black house because Sirius nominated him, personally, as his only descendant. All other forms on inheriting a title are only known at the age of 21 — like Harry was. And, when they reach that age, they are bonded, if you will, to the house."

"But wait, I was nominated directly by Dumbledor too. Then why did I only hear this today?" Harry still couldn't believe he would be the next Dumbledor Lord.

"Because he specifically asked for it to be this way," Hermione grabbed the papers she had brought home from Gringotts and gave them to Harry. "After you left we asked Ragnok to explain where the titles came from. So there you have it, Gryffindor and Peverell come from your father side, the Le Fey title comes from you mother side and Slytherin was inherited by you in the form of conquest when you killed Voldemort."

"We asked why weren't your parents know for being the heirs of such prestigious houses," Ginny said, filling her cup again. "And Ragnok explained that they died shortly after making twenty-one, and, even thought they were, in fact, heirs to these houses; they never got the chance to know about it. They were practically under house arrest trying to protect you, so they didn't go to the bank when they got their Gringotts letters."

"After finding out about this, when Dumbledor went to talk to Ragnok about making you his heir, he specifically asked for it only to be divulged when you reached twenty-one. Apparently, he wanted you to have less to worry about for a little while."

"Dumbledork knew about all of this, and he didn't tell me?" He settled his cup on the table with, maybe, a little more strength than was required. "That's so like him is disgusting." Greater Good, fuck him.

Fuck all this shit.

"And does it have to be through this awful Announcement? Can't we just look for people we like?" He was so desperate do not have to do this shit. Really.

"No, it doesn't have to be. But it was invented for this particular purpose, so they probably had a good reason."

"And I meant what I said earlier. There's just no time in our lives to look separately for five other people to marry you. The Announcement gives you, us, the chance to meet a lot of people at once," Ginny kissed his neck sweetly. "If you refuse to do it — if you truly believe is not what should be done — then I support you a hundred percent. You know I will. I want you to be happy, but please, think about it."

"Of course," Hermione added. "If you are truly against it, we'll think of something else. We'll make it work, no matter what. At least, sleep on it, though."

"We'll all sleep on it, and tomorrow we'll vote," He said emphatically. "I want us to decide together."

"You damn right we will. Just try and decide without me," Hermione made a mock indignant face.

"I certainly wouldn't dare, my love. I value my life, and wish to keep it for a little while longer," He answered dutifully.

"We have him nicely trained," Ginny winked to Hermione. "Good for us."

"Hey! I'm right here, you could, at least, pretend I'm the alpha male in this household," The words were so absurd he started to laugh right after he said them, making both his girls laugh with him.

"That was a good one," Hermione praised, getting up from his lap and moving to the kitchen. "I'm making dinner; you guys want something special?"

"Pasta. I need Italian to survive this day," Harry's dramatically answered.

"Italian it is," She said, searching the right ingredients in the pantry.

"Will you have any particular specifications to the contestants?" Ginny asked, giving Hermione the cheese she was looking for.

"I didn't think about it. I suppose anyone over thirty would be weird, so maybe that." He tossed an onion to the awaiting hands of his lovely girlfriend. "Do you guys have any?"

"No one who can't speak English," Hermione immediately fired away.

"Good one," Ginny complimented, peeling garlic at the counter. "No one who doesn't want kids, obviously."

"No one who isn't ready to move to Britain to live with us."

"No one who can't live without hundreds of house-elves. I won't have us being the kind of person who asks others to get a book that is right in front of you."

"I think that's it," Harry said, stirring the pan. "Maybe it won't be so hard, after all." He said seriously.

Only for the three of them to immediately start laughing at the absurdity of that sentence. Nothing is ever easy when you are Harry Potter.


AN2: Tell me what you thought of it and who you guys want in the Harem. There's still time but hurry.

I'll say it again -and for the last time not all facts in this story are going to be cannon. So, yes, I'm changing some dates, facts, and characters, sorry, but it will all be worth in the end.

And last, but not least, a lovely person left a reviewed for this story correcting something I had wrongly written. It has already been fixed, and I apologize. English is not my native language, and sometimes I'll make mistakes. Please fell free to tell me if you find any, but be patient with me, I'm trying.