Harry and The Botched Cult Ritual.

AN: I will not have anything beyond cuddles until at least 4th year, and even then there will be a GOOD reason for it.

AN2: just a minor thing, I will be using class titles for servants instead of real names, since all three are technically Medusa, a possible exception being when it's just Harry and one of them.

Chapter 3: Meetings and reporters.

After finding two identical Hogwarts letters on the doorstep, the quartet rewrote Harry's acceptance letter and sent it off. His wand wouldn't be ready for another six days, so they did a quick in and out of the owl post office.

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That night, the Deputy Headmistress opened a letter.

To Deputy Headmistress McGonagall.

I have received all three of the Hogwarts letters you have sent, one yesterday and two today, please don't send any more.

I would like to arrange a meeting with you or a professor you trust to answer some questions, and requests that are in line with the school rules. This will have nothing to do with our acceptance of the invitation to your school, it's more that we want to iron out the issue before we arrive and drop it on your lap unexpectedly.

We have already obtained my supplies for the year, barring the wand which will be finished in about a week.

We await your reply.

Sincerely

Harry James Potter.

McGonagall pursed her lips in thought. She was surprised the Dursleys would help Harry with his shopping, but if they did that would mean that there would be one less child to lead through the alley, something that she was grateful for.

She wrote her response. Since she was going to meet with some muggleborns in a few days anyway, she would visit the boy before leading them to the alley.

She did wonder why he was getting so many letters, there should've only been one sent, and if there wasn't a reply in a week, a professor would be sent.

She did know that no more letters would be sent since he sent his letter.

She was wrong.

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An old man in his office was having a blast creating letters to send. His plan was to harass the Dursleys, then send Hagrid.

He did wonder why all of the monitoring devices were destroyed, but since he had a volatile potion near them, he simply assumed that Fawkes set it off, destroying them completely.

Oh well, tomorrow Harry will get three more letters.

He would have Harry come to his office, where Dumbledore would liberate enough blood to remake the trackers, and then heal and obliviate the boy.

It's for the greater good.

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The next three days were annoying for the quartet in number four Privet drive, as a nearly forty letters had arrived. Three through the mail slot, then a dozen more, then twenty-four more in two dozen eggs the very nervous milkman gave them.

Then Professor McGonagall arrived on the fourth day as her reply had promised.

She was shocked when a purple haired girl of an age to attend Hogwarts answered the door looking very annoyed.

"Who are you?" she asked bluntly. The girl was waiting for the day's letter delivery annoyance to happen. They were saving the letters for when the professor arrived, so as to demand an explanation.

"I am Professor McGonagall young lady, and I think I might have the wrong house," the confused professor said.

"Oh, sorry, come in," the still irritated girl said.

As she walked in, the professor noted that there weren't any pictures of the Dursleys, anywhere.

Instead, there seemed to be pictures of Harry with three... females. Only a few, since unknown to her, they hadn't done that much to commemorate taking pictures yet.

One of the pictured women frightened her, she was obviously not human, on the level of centaurs or goblins.

She, even in picture form, frightened the professor.

This would be worse when said professor walked into the living room, to find the other two females in the pictures waiting for her, along with Harry.

All three were waiting and glaring at her when she walked in. she also made an assumption that the three females were sisters.

Lancer walked to the sofa that Harry was sitting on and sat down next to him, leaning slightly into him.

All three of them were trying to get him used to positive physical contact.

On the coffee table was a respectable pile, that due to the green ink she could tell were Hogwarts letters. A lot of them.

"Explain," Harry said blandly... too blandly.

The professor was at a loss for words. This wasn't impatience, this was harassment.

"I can't. This is not the normal procedure. I or another professor should've been sent one week after the first letter unless we received a reply. The only thing I can think of is that the headmaster made more and sent them personally. I apologize and will talk to him personally. Now you had questions?" Minerva replied soothingly, and inside she was seething at the headmaster. Then a thought struck her, "Oh, and I have one question, where are the Dursleys? I would've thought they would have objected to you taking over their house like this."

"Dead," Avenger answered for Harry, causing the professor to stiffen at the blunt and unemphatic response, and even more so at how Harry didn't even twitch at it. Avenger continued, uncaring at how her words affected the professor, "some cultists kidnapped them, and Harry, as well as most of those living on the street, and killing the rest. They sacrificed them in some sort of fake ritual, and we only arrived in time to save Harry. We then decided to protect him, and obtained guardianship of him."

Minerva saw the side glance Harry gave Avenger and thought they were lying to her.

She was wrong, every word was the truth, but was missing quite a few details.

"And the issue we want to bring up is this," Rider started, and pulled out the book of Hogwarts rules and regulations. Opening it to the correct page, in which she had circled the rule she wanted to point out, she slid the book to the professor. "According to the circled rule, a student can, if he or she chooses, bring his/her fiancee/fiance to the school with them if they're not a student, and have a private room to share."

McGonagall read the indicated rule before responding, "Yes I can see that, and I'm assuming your younger sister is engaged to him?" the professor had a headache starting.

Rider looked sheepish as she replied, "well, actually we all are."

"What," Minerva replied flatly.

"The man in charge of the department that I got the paperwork from, was drunk, and instead of giving me the paperwork for becoming his magical guardian, he gave us engagement contracts, and instructions to fill them out properly, and an odd quill. We filled them out with only one of us realizing that we had the wrong papers, but we were in a hurry," Rider clarified as she glanced at Avenger to indicate who actually figured it out.

McGonagall massaged her temples as she contemplated the situation. In truth, there was nothing she could do to stop the three from coming with Harry, the best she could hope for is to demand they obey the rules of the school, which she did.

Avenger replied for them, and said, "Fine, but we will defend Harry, with what we believe is the appropriate response."

McGonagall was about to reply, when letters started shooting down from the chimney, causing all five of those in the room to abandon the room. After it passed the door was opened and the room was littered with nearly forty letters.

Harry turned to the professor and angrily said, "Stop this."

The professor was in too much of a shock to do more than nod.

On her way out she would check their claims of being engaged, before setting up a 'Lord's Quarters' otherwise known as the Marriage or Engagement rooms. It was dubbed the Lord's Quarters because it was almost always the nobility being contracted to be engaged during the school years.

She would be a half hour late to meet her appointment for the first muggleborn on her list due to her detour.

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Twenty Minutes after the professor left the Department of Engagements and Adoption, a reporter came in. it was looking to be a really slow month, so she was searching through the various departments to see if there was some sort of vaguely interesting story to pad out the paper if she needed to do so.

She would be shocked to find a front page, if she both worded it right and made the article at the right time, instead of a story to pad page seven.

The new hire, who had replaced the drunkard scowled at the reporter, as he didn't like how an article of hers damaged his chances in the ministry to the point that the drunkard that he replaced got the job instead of him.

"Can I help you?" he ground out.

"Yes, can you check if there are any interesting in the engagements?" Rita asked politely.

Noting the stubborn scowl on the man's face, she dropped a hand full of coins on his desk for him. She didn't need to pay for anything from the department, nor was it illegal to give her anything, but she recognized that the man needed some goodwill.

The man raised an eyebrow, and with a sigh, he took the coins. He was short on cash for the week, and it wasn't like she was asking for something illegal.

"How far back do you want me to check?" he asked as he stood up to go to the filing cabinets.

"Four or five months," she replied.

He was lucky, there were only six contracts. Three were so boring that he didn't bother giving them to her, and then he found... them.

Three valid contracts for one Harry Potter.

He found two notations on the contracts, the first of which had him dig deeper, into a file over nine years old.

The second of which indicated that they had been given, and filled out the wrong forms.

And he found a contract stamped in big unfriendly letters, 'invalid' and the stamp was dated the same day as they were submitted.

Creating copies of the four contracts he refiled them (correctly), and brought them to the waiting reporter.

He owed Dumbledore some payback for hiring a man that made him unable to become a healer due to his bias.

"I found a few interesting things, they are yours on one condition," the man asked with a smirk.

"I already paid you," the reporter said with narrowed eyes.

"No, not that, just that you tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth about the contracts, at least about the subjects of the contracts."

The woman smirked. That was an easy condition to fulfill for a filler piece, besides there were apparently other people involved. "Agreed."

With a smirk of his own, the man held up the contracts so that she could see the name of the male on the contract.

The sound of clinking coins sounded in her head as she saw the name, and she recognized what type of engagement contract it was.

The sound became louder in her mind after she snatched the papers from him.

Three. Three valid contracts, all for the-boy-who-lived. All three signed by accident, and to top it off, a false contract for the boy-who-lived, and Ginevra Weasley, signed by Albus Dumbledore and Molly Weasley.

Dropping another handful of coins on the desk, she dashed out of the office. She had a month to write her front page article. She wanted it to be delivered on the first day of classes.

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Dumbledore had a shiver go down his spine as he was preparing over a hundred letters to be sent to where the Dursleys would run off to.

He was interrupted when his deputy barged into his office with a pissed look on her face.

"Dumbledore, you stop harassing that boy with those letters right now!" she roared.

"Oh dear," he muttered, then what she said clicked, "Wait! What?"

His question went unanswered as the woman tore him a new one for his actions.

He decided as he tuned out his ranting deputy, to send Hagrid earlier than he had planned. He definitely didn't deserve this though.

Too bad that he didn't listen to his deputy's rant. Most of the questions would've been answered.

Instead, he sent Hagrid to the island he had spelled the Dursleys to go to when they first took in Harry. The boy would be there before midnight tonight.

He was wrong.

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End chapter.