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"It was horrible. That baby just dissolved. The Coroner never said why." The matron of Wools orphanage told the man. "His mother died right here too."

Albus Dumbledore strode away without a word. Disheartened. His plans in tatters. The natural nobility dead. Babies of all the pureblood families all dying of this same thing. Fragility the Healers called it. Just the males.

Wild theories abounded. Of course the wildest of them were propagated by the pure blood faction. The 'magical theft' of the muggle born causing this. Those were obviously enfeebled though. They drooled on themselves for Merlin's sake. No one took them seriously.

Dumbledore frowned in thought. 'Perhaps that was related. Maybe it was something wrong with the wizards.'

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Harry turned a rakish smile on the witch in the Rose and wand "Bond, James Bond miss?"

The witch smiled "Esmeralda Malfoy, Mrs. Please call me Esme."

Harry boldly looked the witch up and down. An aristocratic face under pale blond hair. A bodice stuffed so full the conservative robes couldn't hide it, and a set of flared hips they were not successful at hiding either. Esmeralda boldly stood up to the scrutiny. This one was a comely young wizard. She hadn't worked on this set of robes for a half a day and this body for thirty years for nothing. "I hear you give instruction in house management Mr. Bond."

Harry's eyes snapped to hers "Yes, well I was asked for advice by a friend. Adalie Parkinson."

Esmeralda nodded "Yes, fortunately for her she had you as a friend, what with her being in the family way and her husband being in his condition." Esme scoffed to herself 'With your child. Edmund can't even walk. I don't know who she thinks she is fooling. As everyone who is anyone is in the same boat, however you are a fine candidate to cure the problem. Adalie will just have to share. Like we have been years now.'

Harry looked toward the window as the publican cast the blackout spell "I hate to see a woman left to find her own way home on these dark streets. Might I give you an escort Esme, and please call me James."

"Oh I will James. I hadn't planned to leave yet but I would be glad to accept your offer later. Now I hear you also have been helping several ladies with their male heirs. What with their husbands being indisposed." 'Nicely managed and sweet finding a way to stay in your children's lives. A true talent there. Oh he actually blushed'!

"Well, I think those of us who have been fortunate should help. I have been very fortunate in business. Sadly, while I was paying attention to that, I seem to have neglected finding a wife and all of you ladies of quality have been taken Esme."

"I had heard rumors James. After all, who better to receive instruction from than the wealthiest wizard in the world?"

James laughed, his green eyes sparkling "Oh I might have had some small success. I don't know about being the richest wizard in the world Esme."

Esme smiled "And the richest man as well. Vast tracts of land, land containing all kind and manner of things the muggles need to fight their war. Land that was useless otherwise. No need to be so modest Jamie."

James blinked and then smiled a broken kind of smile. Esme clamped her thighs together and shifted in her seat "Hahaha, a failed investment made good. I had dreams of being a gentleman farmer you see. Plus I had some gold from the family. I bought up all those vast tracts unseen. As it turned out they are in some of the worst places on earth and nearly unsuitable to agriculture. Fortunately for me they are chock full of the natural resources the muggles need. Luck not skill I'm afraid Esme. I may not be the wizard you are looking for."

"You are exactly the wizard I am looking for Jamie. In fact why don't we go to my house and you can tell me all about your happy failures. There are lessons there I am sure." 'Like how my ankles will look as your earrings.' Esme giggled to herself.

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Harry came awake in the morning with Esme gripping his pecs fiercely as she shook. He smiled up at her then rolled them over. She gripped him and he chuckled "I'm not leaving you know."

Esme gathered herself enough to pout at him "But I have to share. Adalie, Mimi, Gwen, those are just the ones I know of. I get you until I have to send you out tonight."

Harry chuckled "Did you all plan this?"

Esme rolled her eyes "Of course. How else would we get along? I have you every other night of our group time. If Adalie or Gwen get too randy they can come here. Its hell in the months after the morning sickness goes away. If you would tell us who the others are we could better coordinate. Like you do with the estates. I have the ledgers all ready for you by the way."

"That took all the romance out of it." Harry pouted a bit himself.

Esme flexed her hips "To little effect it seems." Harry grunted and got back to business.

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Harry looked at Lucretia Prewett and wondered about the effect this particular engagement? Mission? Assignation? Whatever, would have. Molly might have red hair. Mum did after all. Gideon and Fabian had. Green eyes like the rest of his kids too.

Arthur didn't. Hopefully that meant Cedrella hadn't taken from him. The Black witches always traveling in a pack. It was a reverse gangbang with them every time. With the glamours though they were all attractive and well a willing woman was a willing woman. Harry chuckled. Molly could be proud of another of her 'sons' nothing stopped his swimmers. No potion, pill of rubber. Little bastards must be Apparating. Oh some of them took a few sessions but they all took. Hahaha get it? "Jamie not so hard!"

Harry blinked and looked down. "Sorry, you don't like it Lucy?"

"You know I do Jamie. Sensitive though. This is the fourth time."

Callidora nodded "Hold up the side Lucy, we will have him spent before long. Need some help?"

"No Callie!"

Harry picked up his rhythm amazed. Some of these husbands weren't drooling husk. Apparently though they had to do what their friends or sisters had. Druella said it was because he went so long and so hard. Apparently wizards of this time left witches hanging. Harry thought that was a bit rude.

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Albus Dumbledore was exhausted. Sixty five years of planning and work and he had very little to show for it. 'Nothing in fact. On top of that the number of students in every incoming year grew by at least five. Lately ten. The first year was over a hundred students. The castle was bursting at the seams. Why there were nearly no empty classrooms anymore. The staff table was now seven tables. On behind the other all one foot higher than the one in front of it. The administrative staff alone was nine witches and wizards.'

'For all of that he had very little power. His bid for the Chief Warlocks position being thwarted by the nomination of that upstart Bond. Who had had his seat gifted to him in a will! Now they were into the second Generation who had grown to their majority with the vain Bond as Chief Warlock. Laws changed at every turning. All in the interest of fairness! How were the old families to make gold.'

'They did though. Not only them ether. Magical Britain thrived. That Popinjay! I could have done a much better job and not introduced all these modern fads! Electricity! Dangerous business!'

'And the Popinjay didn't look a day over thirty! Don't dare say anything though. You would be torn apart by the witches and set up0on by the wizards who all looked up to him as a father figure! Bah!'

'The whole of the seventh year witches and every witch on staff pregnant again this year. That's fifty for Minerva alone! Beltane miracle my wrinkled ass. Somehow they are fooling that charm.'

Septima Vector turned and looked at Dumbledore from her place at the left side of the sixth table. Bathsheba Babbling followed her eyes and snorted "Eating his beard again. Mad as a hatter. I've always said. If it wasn't for Minerva this place would fall in. I don't know how she does it."

Septima nodded "At least the Beltane babies come with elves. I know I couldn't get on without mine having them. Thank Morgana, or whichever goddess thought up that part of the 'Blessing'. Thank god I got the warrior this year."

Bathsheba rolled her eyes "Like we don't get Jamie most weekends."

Septima grinned "When Minerva and Aurora let him up." The two looked at the heads of Slytherin and Gryffindor and giggled.

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Nymphadora Tonks put down the diary and glared at Harry "So you used Hermione Grangers fantasies, a few spells she created, and the remnants of the destroyed time turners to end up back here. Except back in nineteen twenty. You became an unspeakable, rich as Croesus, playboy and have just been having a merry old time ever since. Oh and you are still using up to ten time turners so there are ten of you running around at any given point. That can't go on forever because the sand that runs them comes from the gastroliths of dragons, gastroliths that started out as magic infused quartz and none have been found in hundreds of years. Even Hermione couldn't find any. It's a good thing you shag so good, otherwise I would kill you. Oh that's right, I can't. Only Riddle could."

"Fuck me Harry. I don't know whether to laugh or cry at your life. And you really came back for me. Because of some stupid drunken conversation and me teaching you to shag."

Harry grinned "Well it seems to be working. I mean you only tried four times before you realized you couldn't kill me."

"Five idiot. While you were out from the killing curse the second time I cast it again. What do you think my Mum is going to say about me shagging her shag buddy?"

Harry rolled his eyes "Only until she met Ted. It was kind of a Black family tradition."

"You are still shagging Aunt Narcissa and Aunt Bellatrix full every year."

Harry sighed and rubbed the back of his head "Yeah, which is…I don't know what that is. They were supposed to marry Lucius and Rodolphus."

Tonks rolled her eyes "They are gay idiot." Harry spluttered. Tonks shook her head "Harry you aren't homophobic are you? Or is that they are your sons?"

"What? No. I don't care who they bang but why are they still in the closet? I thought I outlawed all that prejudicial bullshit."

"You can't outlaw prejudice idiot. It will take a while before it becomes accepted even after you removed those laws and outlawed discrimination of any kind. How are you seven hundred years old and this naïve?"

"Hey! A hundred and thirty eight when I came back."

"Two hundred and nine, seven hundred, same difference." Tonks rolled over, grabbed her wand and fired a string of curses at him. Harry yelped and swatted them away "Still mad at you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Obviously."

"Get back in here and shag me happy idiot." Tonks held the covers on the bed up. "You have a lot to make up for before I let you shag Hermione and Luna. Much less move them in with us."

"What?"

"Idiot."

"Hey! It wasn't like that with Hermione! I saved Luna's Mum too."

"We'll see. We aren't wasting those brains on Weasley and chasing creatures though. If your current self can't pull his head out we are taking them. We will need them to figure out who our boys can marry. We might have to send them to school in America. You are the father of modern Magical Britain. Literally." Tonks smirked "Besides I saw your current self getting ambushed by Daphne Greengrass and her partner. He doesn't stand a chance. He is as socially retarded as you are. All blushing and stuttering. He hasn't had all those years to learn all those lines you use. It's cute. She has him wrapped up by now. I was with the platform detail at Kings Cross. Esmeralda Greengrass and Lily Potter were talking too." Tonks paled "You didn't-"

"No!"

"Thank Morgana. Come on, giddeup! Put your back in it Potter!" Harry growled and rolled her up "That's the ticket!"