Chapter Four: Taken.

Kara, Harry, and Nym made their way up to Hogwarts. The three of them spoke to each other on their way up.

"So, you're going to exercise your right underneath the Last of Line clause?" Nym asked.

"I think I deserve private quarters," Harry said. He made his way to the school, thinking about all of the things he needed to do before he left this world. OWLs would be in June, NEWTs would have to be taken in August. Harry didn't necessarily need these two sets of exams for what he wanted to do in life. "I've already picked the place where I wanted to say."

"And you know Harry's going to pick the best place, with the most room to maneuver," Kara said. "I'm sure we can set up a sleeping back for you on the floor, if you're interested."

Nym stared at the younger girl, arms folded over her face.

"Don't mind, Kara, you know you're welcomed in our bed at any time."

"As long as you don't ask me to show you my default form, I won't complain too much," Nym said. She stared at both Kara and Harry with an agitated expression in her eyes. "Because, the question got old….I have these amazing powers, and they want to see what I really looked like. I don't even know any more."

"Do you even have a default form?" Kara asked.

"Technically, yes, but technically, not, but if you asked my mother, I was already shifting in the womb, so for all we know I didn't even get a chance to show it off because….."

The trio skidded to a stop. Amelia Bones and Cornelius Fudge looked to be in a heated discussion about something.

"The dreadful business involving the Goblet aside, I fail to see what the problem is. Mr. Potter must have asked one of the upper year students, can't say I blame the lad, wanting to compete in the tournament is too enticing to pass. The fame, the glory, the galleons, who wouldn't want to compete in the tournament?"

"So, you're discounting the eye witness testimony where Harry claimed he didn't enter his name in the Goblet of Fire," Amelia said.

"Well, he's trying to save face, it's not like he's gotten in trouble," Fudge said. He chuckled, if he would have been able to get away without a scratch like Potter, he would be in pretty good standing as Minister indeed. "But, Dumbledore….blimey, I can't believe it. There's no way he can be dead."

"He died last night," Amelia said.

"No, I'm certain he's….he's testing me, he'll show up in a few weeks, and we'll all have a good laugh," Fudge said.

Harry wondered if someone needed to sniff glue to become the Minister of Magic.

"We need to do something to reassure the people, because parents are going to want to pull their students out of Hogwarts," Fudge said. "If they believe the Headmaster dropped dead six hours after the fourth champion came out…..well, they might get the wrong idea. People already think Dumbledore is some kind of evil mastermind"

Amelia smiled at Fudge.

"Yes, well Dumbledore made some questionable staff choices," Amelia said. "I think we better have someone to keep an eye on Moody, to ensure he doesn't fall back into his old habits."

"I believe Dolores can do it," Fudge said.

Amelia raised her eyebrow for a few seconds.

"Dolores Umbridge?"

"Yes, Dolores is a Ministry-Certified Educational Expert," Fudge said. "And she just loves children, she'd be a perfect fit."

Amelia tried hard not to gag. Fudge must have been confused, because while Dolores treated most of the people at the Ministry like they were five years old, Amelia never received the impression she liked children.

Also, Ministry-Certified Educational Expert wasn't really a qualification to write home about. Fill out a form, pay your ten Galleons, take a two week course which all of the information was spoonfed to you, followed by an exam so easy a monkey could pass it. Half of the students fourth year and above at Hogwarts could pass the course, if Amelia had to wager.

Amelia knew she had to act fast, so Fudge didn't inflict Dolores Umbridge on the poor students of Hogwarts. Despite the small chance Moody would end up killing Umbridge and be heralded a national hero, she couldn't risk exposing them to the worst of all of the top level people at the Ministry.

Salvation came around the corner, when Nymphadora Tonks showed up, along with Harry Potter, and another girl. Amelia was certain she recognized her from somewhere, but she looked close to Mr. Potter.

"Auror Tonks, I have an addition to your assignment."

Amelia knew from the second she opened her mouth, Fudge wasn't going to keep his shut. Fudge raised his eyebrow.

"Assignment, what assignment is this?" Fudge asked.

"I've assigned Auror Tonks to help watch over Harry Potter, because we believe he could be in danger," Amelia said.

"Again?" Fudge asked. He shook his head. "Oh, of course, it's a shame really….but….well, I'm certain it would be vital if Mr. Potter gets all of the protection he deserves."

Amelia knew Fudge still thought Harry would be training to the Hogwarts tournament. And she knew Fudge wanted a Hogwarts victory to rub it in the face of all of the foreign Ministries, Britain was still number one.

"And Auror Tonks was the best Auror we had in the past ten years," Amelia said.

There were only six Aurors who completed training over the past ten years, but why split Fudge's remaining brain cells quibbling over details.

"And Mr. Potter can be trained so he can be on a more level playing field," Fudge said.

"And Auror Tonks can keep a watchful eye of Professor Moody," Amelia said. "And you wouldn't want to give up such a loyal and dedicated employee such as Dolores Umbridge, especially during such a crucial time at the Ministry."

Harry wondered what the hell he stepped in the middle of. Too amused to pull away, but he still wondered.

"Heavens no, I wouldn't want to do such a thing," Fudge said. "And Dolores….well she'd be hard to replace, wouldn't she?"

"There aren't too many people like Dolores Umbridge," Amelia said.

Fudge nodded.

"Well, Mr. Potter, best of luck," Fudge said. "I'm sorry you had your name entered in the Goblet of Fire, but I'm sure you're going to only have to make the most of such a bad situation."

"Don't worry, Minister, I know exactly how to handle this bad situation," Harry said.

Fudge winking at him caused Harry's skin to crawl a tiny bit. The Minister turned his back on harry and walked off. Harry turned towards the woman.

"Madam Bones?" Harry asked.

"I'm conducting a formal investigation, and we'll get to the bottom of what happened, Mr. Potter," Amelia said. "Rest assure, you are under no obligation to compete in the tournament. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, send me an owl and I'll set them straight."

"And what about Sirius Black?" Harry asked.

"With a little effort, I may be able to get him a new trial," Amelia said. "Which, I'm under the assumption will be his first trial, given there are no records coming up regarding his first trial. It was a bit before I joined the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

The only two people who could tell her anything were Crouch and Dumbledore. One died, and the other wouldn't admit he broke ancient magical law by denying an heir to an old pureblood house a right to trial. The only reason a stink hadn't been made was because Sirius's parents disowned him.

Which was common knowledge, hence why Crouch managed to get away with throwing Black away without a trial. If Dumbledore didn't give him his blessing, he sure didn't give him any disapproval anyway. Amelia prepared to weave through the tangled web of political threads.

"It's a shame you'll have to leave after this year, but I sympathize with your reasons."

Harry was glad someone did, but he had a feeling many won't.

"Believe me, some people can't leave it behind," Harry said.

Most people noticed a magical world of magic and wonder. Harry noticed the world on the other side.

"Cornelius will be dealing with the fallout for months to come," Amelia said. "Not I'm advocating you to cause any trouble."

Harry smiled, legally speaking, she couldn't.

"But any move you want to make, it's best you make it within the next few months," Amelia said.

Harry caught the implied meaning of her words. The Ministry was really in a state of flux. A lot of problems existed in the background, and Harry saw the Triwizard Tournament for what it was.

"Have a nice day, Mr. Potter, and watch your back," Amelia said. "I will speak to you further, should I find out any information."

Amelia created a specialized task force of Aurors in an attempt to uncover information about the Triwizard. A secondary investigation also started with how Hogwarts had been run and the conduct of some of the teachers, one in particular. Numerous complaints fell upon deaf ears.

Harry, Nym, and Kara left the room. Nym wondered if she should re-think her career options.

"So, what was in the envelope Mum gave you?" Nym asked.

Harry raised his eyebrow, an expression of surprise spread over his face.

"You mean you have no idea what she gave me?" Harry asked. Nym shook her head, and Harry smiled. He grabbed the hand of the young Metamorphmagus. "I'll tell you…."

One of Harry's classmates from Slytherin slipped next to him. One Daphne Greengrass made her way past Harry, slipping a note into his hand. She walked off like they had no interaction.

"Okay, I'll bite," Kara said, after she recovered. "What's she on about?"

Harry opened up the envelope, and frowned. The note looked short and to the point for him. He looked over the piece of paper as it crumpled in his hand.

The Greengrasses acquired some important resources, and not just in the magical sense either. Harry wondered why Daphne Greengrass wanted to talk to him. They exchanged some cordial words, and she most certainly didn't antagonize him, even if the pureblood heiress didn't go out to befriend him.

He wondered what she intended. Harry figured he would indulge her, and have a word with her.

"Nym, I trust you can keep yourself out of trouble, can't you?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, can you trust me?" Nym asked.

Harry smiled, he figured Nym would be on what passed for her best behavior right now.

"You need to meet up with Moody," Harry said.

"Great," Nym said. "Hopefully he doesn't hex the messenger."

"Well, didn't he train you?" Kara asked.

Nym threw her arms across, pressing her fingers together to show an extremely short distance between them.

"A little bit," Nym said. "Not too much, but yes, a little bit."

Kara touched her hand to Nym's shoulder. The reassuring motion of the younger girl caused Nym to stand on her feet.

"I'm sure he won't hex you, but I'm certain your defenses are on par, if he would," Kara said. Nym shook her head, wondering if Kara really meant to reassure her like this. "Seriously though, Nym, keep on your toes…."

"If Moody put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire, he would be worthy to be watched."

Nym only survived her Auror training this past May, and now she entered a rather frustrating trial by fire. She wouldn't have agreed to be Harry's bodyguard, if she didn't understand the hazards he could potentially uncover.

"Keep your eyes open and your hand on your wand," Harry said.

"Yes, first day of Auror training lesson," Nym said.

Kara and Harry looked at each other, with smiles crossing their faces. They were glad Nym was on the same page.

Harry clutched the note in his hand. Most of the other Slytherins, Harry would regard it as some kind of game. With Daphne Greengrass, Harry figured there would be little bullshit. She didn't have any time for games. She received the top marks in their year, and while she could out maneuver any of the chess masters who thought they ruled Slytherin, other elements demanded Daphne's attention.

Harry figured sooner or later, he would figure out where her angle was and more importantly, how he would benefit from it.

All Daphne Greengress needed to do was wait. Potter would either take her note seriously, or he would disregard it as a game. Her gut told her he would at least consider it, and more importantly, her brain considered the same thing as well.

Daphne arrived at the meeting place. Within the next few minutes, she would know.

Seconds later, Harry passed his way through the doorway, followed by Kara.

"I thought I told you I wanted to meet with you in private," Daphne said.

Harry didn't back up. He rose to his full height and peered down to her.

"It seems to me you need this meeting more than I do. So, you don't have any right to dictate any terms."

The look Harry fired her way made Daphne respect his power. And he gave the right answer.

"I'm at a disadvantage," Daphne said. No matter how much she hated to admit how much of a corner she backed into her. "My sister and I are in a position where we can be forced into the Malfoy family as concubines, unless someone smacks the little bastard down."

Blunt and to the point, which Harry appreciated. And Daphne knew how much he appreciated her blunt words.

"Malfoy has the Greengrass house in over a barrel. If someone doesn't stop us, he's going to use us….."

Harry reached out, raising his hand.

"All of the families, and you come to me," Harry said. His eyes raked over the face of the Greengrass heiress for a moment. "Believe me, I'm flattered, but why?"

"Well, during your first year, Malfoy challenged you to a duel," Daphne said.

"And the little bastard no showed," Kara said. She recalled the memory, and her nose wrinkled at the thought of Malfoy. "He thought he was clever."

"Malfoy assumed you wouldn't call him out on the fact you agreed to a duel with him, and he backed out," Daphne said. "You know, it breaks ancient pureblood law, and you could ruin Malfoy with one declaration."

"Can he contest it?" Harry asked.

Harry wanted to know all of the angles before, before he stepped into the insanity of pureblood politics. The sorcerer nearly stepped into it. After all, who wouldn't want to mess Malfoy's day off in the worst possible way?

"He can, but he's going to need to challenge you to a duel, and defeat you," Daphne said.

"So either he gets humiliated, or he tries to back out again, and….well he gets hit with consequences," Harry said. Another question visited Harry. "This isn't like the Triwizard mess all over again, is it?"

"A contract existed when he challenged you and you showed up for the duel," Daphne said. "Which is why if you truly don't want to compete in the tournament, I'd advise you not to show up to compete."

"You're not the first person to give me this particular advice today."

Daphne figured as much. The best way to dispute the validity of a supposed magical contract would be not to show up. With magic, intent was everything, and if you turned up to honor the contract, it was good as acknowledging the contract was valid.

"So, if I agree to call Malfoy out….what do you intend to do for me?" Harry asked.

Daphne smiled, Harry played this exactly as he should. The sorcerer would lose face if he did something to help her without asking for compensation in return. The young pureblood heir proved he learned a lot more than he let on.

"I intend to offer myself up for payment, to do with what yourself and your Alpha wishes," Daphne said. "And if my sister chooses to join us when she turns fifteen, she can do so as well, but….I offer myself as the concubine of House Potter."

Harry took a moment to look over Daphne. Smart and attractive, the most beautiful and intelligent girl who attended Hogwarts in Harry's year group, and she would know where a lot of pureblood skeletons had been buried.

"Well, your offer is generous," Harry said. "Kara and I will have to discuss our options, and we'll let you know tomorrow whether or not we accept your deal."

"Thank you," Daphne said.

She smiled wide. Daphne didn't let her younger sister know of the deal she made. She didn't even know about the leverage the Malfoys had over them.

"And if Lucius Malfoy wishes to interfere?" Harry asked.

"He will have no choice but to disown his heir, or he will lose everything to the Potter family," Daphne said.

Either option appeased Harry, either the Malfoys became broke, or Draco became a nameless nobody. He pretty much had his answer for Daphne, but he figured it would be wise to let her know for sure.

Plus, another brief word with Andromeda, would also make sure Harry kept his ass covered legally speaking. You can never be too certain.

Fleur Delacour never exhibited too much patience for most of her life. She recalled when she hit puberty and went through the transformation. Her excitement increased the uglier she became, because Fleur knew when the transformation finished, she would become more beautiful.

It was an odd quirk of the Veela. When one turned ugly during the transfiguration, they came out on the other end more beautiful. Those who didn't turn too ugly became fairly plain by Veela standards, which to be fair would still be moderately cute by human standards.

Fleur waited outside of the carriage. Most of the other students went exploring on the Hogwarts grounds.

"Oh, you're here!" Fleur said.

She almost spoke the words out in a cheer. Harry and Kara turned up, dressed to impress. Harry wore a silk shirt which covered his body and a pair of form fitting black pants. Kara dressed in a nice little black dress which showed off her elegant body. Fleur found herself staring at both of them more than she should.

"Our eyes are up here," Kara said.

Fleur's eyes snapped towards there's. She grew a bit red in the cheeks, but the young woman also stood up straight near both of them.

"We shouldn't be bothered, no one else is here," Fleur said. "I have my own room in the carriage."

"Where is everyone else?" Kara asked.

"They decided to go explore the grounds," Fleur said. She looked forward. "Some of them thought it would be a laugh to go explore your Forbidden Forest."

Harry and Kara turned towards each other. Both of them smiled at each other, even though their expressions only turned into a shadow of a smile.

"Been there, don't that, haven't we?" Kara asked.

"More times than I care to remember," Harry said.

The two of them made their way with Fleur into the bedroom. Her ass swayed from one side to the next. She tried to entice them.

A slap on Fleur's ass caused her to stand up straight. The woman turned around and saw both Harry and Kara with looks which showed they acted like nothing happened.

'Very well, if you can play the game, I can play the game as well.'

Fleur leaned towards the attractive young couple.

"My robes are a bit stifling, if you excuse me, I should switch out to something more comfortable," Fleur said.

Kara and Harry smiled and indicated they had no problems with what Fleur was doing.

"There is dessert on the table on the bed, feel free to help yourself," Fleur said. She slunk off into the bedroom.

A tray of fresh strawberries shimmered in front of their faces in the tray. A tin of whipped cream shined out from in front of their faces.

"Kara," Harry said.

Kara's eyes were glued in the room where Fleur changed. She turned around towards him. Kara reached down and dipped a strawberry into the cream. The strawberry touched to Harry's lips and she fed him it.

The two of them took turns feeding each other strawberries.

"Well, I hope you saved some for me, didn't you?"

Fleur made her way, dressed in a white dress which shined in the light. The dress came up to expose her nice firm thighs, and it stretched over her ass as well. The woman wore high heels.

The Veela princess sat down right next to Harry. Harry dipped one of the strawberries into the whip cream and slipped into to Fleur's mouth.

Fleur closed her eyes, and ate the strawberry with a lustful look dancing on her eyes. She swirled her tongue around her mouth, to gain the taste.

"Kara, you have some cream on her lips," Fleur said. "Let me help you."

Kara wasn't about to argue. Fleur leaned over and captured Kara's moist lips with a sensual little kiss and she slowly licked the cream of Kara's lips.

Fleur decided to switch to the next level. She turned around and reached over to feed Harry one of the strawberries. She accidentally tipped the cream tin over, saturating his pants.

"Oh, my apologies, I must have ruined your pants," Fleur said. "Here, let me help you out of them so we can properly clean them."

Harry smiled, having a pretty good idea where this was going. After making her think about it for a couple of days, Harry was surprised Fleur showed this much resolve.

Fleur bent over and unbuckled Harry's pants. Her cleavage spilled out of her top as she moved over. The woman slid his pants off.

"It looks pretty wet still, oh it seems to have soaked through to your underwear," Fleur said.

Fleur started to prod his crotch, to see if the wet spot could be eliminated. She smiled as he swelled.

"I think you better take them off," Kara said. A twinkle appeared in the eye of the Girl of Steel.

Fleur pulled him off, and she looked down. Her eyes widened.

A good thing she didn't wear panties, because they would have been soaked to the bone right about now.

An animalistic instinct spread through Fleur's body. She pounced Harry, and started to rip his shirt.

"And you just ripped an expensive shirt," Harry said.

"Send me the bill," Fleur said. She dug her nails onto the side of his shoulder. "I need you, I need you badly."

"How badly do you need me?" Harry asked.

"You're most certainly not a little boy," Fleur said. The young Veela princess traced the outline of him. "And I need you in my mouth….would you please let me suck it?"

"I'm not sure if she can take it all in her mouth," Kara said.

Kara managed to push the right button for Fleur. The woman stood up in an extremely haughty manner. She practically fell out of the white dress she wore. Fleur descended down to the ground.

"Yes, you're going to kneel before him," Kara said.

She kicked back, preparing to enjoy the show. Harry pulled her to her feet, and looked her in the eyes.

"You're going to suck my cock, aren't you, princess?"

Fleur nodded, and responded by kissing his nipples, and made her way down, kissing her abs. She made her way further down until the Veela Princess reached the prize she sought.

To Be Continued.