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A middle-aged man sat on a computer, trying to write after a long day of hammering agreements out with the government. So far he had managed to keep the tax officials at bay, which was a considerable feat considering they weren't really after him to begin with. All the while he had several people pop in and out, some real and some in his head, all demanding he write some more. But even still, there was only so much he could do. Finally after the tenth time in five days of Harry haranguing him to settle some issues, the man leaned back and told the young wizard he was done, at least for this chapter.

Harry quickly conjured a chair and quickly read through this installment of his life, and did not seem pleased. He was about to let the older man have it when the door to the office opened and derailed the entire conversation.

The being that entered the room, for neither author nor figment could tell exactly what it was, was covered in some strange outfit from head to whatever it glided on. It looked like someone took very much muted tied-died fabric and draped it under a large plastic ring like it was a curtain. The ring itself was easily about four inches across and was splotched between medium brown and dark brown. There was some kind of frontal plate attached to the ring that was the only thing visible through the curtain material, and it was glowing and flashing in some very odd kind of pattern. Within the ring more plastic seemed to form a neck, leading up to a very generalized kind of human-mask with a slit covering a speaker and two eye-holes. A white light shone out of each eye hole, though it was not at all menacing looking, rather it was completely alien.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Harry demanded of the newcomer.

"Are you DrgnMstr?" the alien entity asked of the elder man, completely ignoring Harry.

"Yes," DrgnMstr replied cautiously.

"I am G'ld. I have come to warn you of a disturbance. Change must happen for humanity to survive and evolve."

Harry and DrgnMstr looked to one another with identical expressions of confusion before DrgnMstr answered the man. "I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about... Gr'ld? What would I have to do with the time stream? I'm just a lowly tax preparer trying to make it through tax season."

"Many lives touch upon others. Sometimes one weakness can destroy all," was the only answer they got.

DrgnMstr looked back at Harry and said, "You know, I know I didn't quite like the way this chapter turned out, there just seemed to be something missing. But you know, I didn't think it was /that/ bad. Sure I had some problems with it, but it worked out in the end. I mean, I'm not JK Rowling or any of her team of people who hold copyrights to the Harry Potter universe. Nor do I speak for the Crown of England or any other government, and I certainly do not condone illegal actions, but still... It's not as if I'm making money off of this."

Harry could only shrug and say, "You don't think this guy is one of those automatons from the last chapter or so do you? I mean, just who is he?"

G'ld spoke up by saying, "The death of one can destroy many."

That apparently was the last clue needed for DrgnMstr to finally understand what is going on here. "Ahhhhh.... Another figment of my imagination. Or, more to the point, a creation of another writer I am using to chronicle another story. I get it now." Leaving Harry fully confused he turned back to the alien and said, "You're in the wrong story, G'ld. This is the Harry Potter story with the Veela, not the cross-over I'm kicking around. Don't worry, I'll get that one on disk soon enough. In the meantime, why don't you pull up a chair and have some coffee?"

At this point beta puts finger in the shape of a cross to ward off the evil vampire, sorry, crossover.

The alien did not respond to that. Instead he turned and left the room again without so much as another word. Both men shrugged as Harry turned back to DrgnMstr. "You are one weird man, you know that?"

DrgnMstr could only smile and say, "Yes Harry, I know. Now let me get back to work before you get "Starlight Breaker"ed again." DrgnMstr could only chuckle as Harry paled and looked around desperately for a Japanese turned Midchilden flying ace with a pink staff of doom.

DrgnMstr Presents:

Harry Potter and the Veela Bond

Chapter 10: Making Sense of It All

Harry woke up the next morning in a position he had become used to since he left Privet Drive. He had a wife curled up on each side of him while he was laying on his back. The girls had taken to using his shoulders for pillows while they folded their arms around both each other and him, snuggling close for comfort. He himself had each of his arms underneath his ladies with hands resting on their sides under their arms. Though this time their heads were actually resting mostly on his arms so they could avoid aggravating the still healing injuries he had as of last night.

While their injuries were not extensive, there had been several minor cuts and burns all over the upper parts of their bodies from both blades and dragon fire. Harry of course didn't have the same burns as his wives, since his Dragon Lord from was all but immune to normal or draconic flames, but the goblin version of Fiendfire could still hurt him. In fact, he had been clipped a couple of times by this weapon, leaving just a few healing burns after the battle. Even so, each of their wounds were healing at a rather impressive rate comparative to normal humans. In fact, the Veela healers had mentioned they would all be healed within a matter of a day or so, where normal people would have at the very least taken a few weeks if not months. His hands ran along their sides where he remembered their injuries had been, gently tracing the bandages that had been placed over the worst of them. They were cool and dry to the touch, a stark contrast to the radiant warmth that was their normal body temperatures. He himself winced softly from a slightly pulled muscle he had gained from the prior day's battles, which was the worst of the very few injuries he had left from the day before.

Not for the first time he thanked his ancestors for his Dragon Lord form's natural armor and fire resistance, as without them he would have taken rather severe if not critical injuries himself. The times he got clipped by the dragons' fire was nothing more than a cooled sauna to him, even though the goblins and trolls had not fared well at all. Not only that, but all but the most powerful of spells were either fully stopped or reflected by his Lord Form armor, giving him a natural advantage against his enemies. Thus all he walked out of the battle with were a few "nick" cuts and a burn or two from Fiendfyre that for the most part rather quickly healed on their own. This "invulnerability" allowed him to be in amongst the goblins as the dragons turned on their former captors, turning what would have been an all but impossible coup into the route it was. Simply put, the goblins were in no way suspecting their ultimate weapons would turn on them. Being caught flat-footed like that prevented them from bringing more lethal weapons to bear upon their enemies, further leading to their eventual defeat. He thanked his lucky stars the night before that the operation had gone off so well, even as he knew it would not be likely to be as simple the next time.

Just as his thoughts turned toward that rather grim fact he heard a soft giggle as a pair of hands started to massage his chest gently, probing sensually as they moved. Each hand he could tell belonged to a different woman as they operated independently from each other. The smaller of the two hands, belonging to Gabrielle, slowly made their way up his right side from his stomach. Fleur's hand, the larger and more experienced of the two, stroked up and down his other side in a feather-light circular touch that was causing him a few blood flow problems, not that he minded at all. He could tell his wives were feeling rather frisky. They would not wait any longer for the promised relief they had actually missed out on the night before due to exhaustion and concern for injuries. Fortunately for them, he was in no mood to resist as his own veela magic started to well up inside of him.

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Harry reached over toward the woman on his right, which happened to be Gabrielle, and claimed her mouth with his own. She responded enthusiastically by opening her mouth while leaning into the kiss, giving Harry free access to her tongue and all the other deeper parts of her mouth. Harry gladly accepted this invitation by plunging his own tongue deep into her, greedily teasing her as his hand right hand started to snake around to her chest, gently and teasingly caressing her skin. Gabrielle gave the cutest mew into his mouth as she arched her chest forward in hopes of making him press harder. Her right hand, which had been partially trapped by his head, moved down to his neck as her hand started to make small, feather-light caresses toward his left nipple. Her left hand started to rub his body softly as it started to drift south. Those touches felt like fire as they trailed across his hot flesh, awakening his passion to even higher levels than they had been before. He loved what the younger woman was doing to him just as much as the sensations he was getting from the older sister.

Fleur, realizing that both of them were not only awake, but beginning to please each other, became determined they were not going to leave her out. As Harry started to kiss her sister, she started to sensually kiss his side and chest, alternating between licking and kissing him with soft suction. She started to trail down his chest, moving under her sister's hand and moving slowly down toward his stomach. Her free hand moved down to his leg as far as she could reach, before slowly massaging its way back up his leg. Gabrielle started to stroke around his nipple while Fleur arched her body over Harry's to take the other nipple in her mouth, delivering a warm, soft kiss when she reached it. Then she slowly started to lick it with her tongue as her hand rubbed his inner thighs, barely brushing by the hair on his crotch every once in a while. This of course all but trapped Fleur's head between Harry and Gabrielle, allowing for her hair to tease her younger sister's breast even as she was teasing Harry's nipple.

Gabrielle emitted a low, guttural moan from the pleasure her lovers were causing her to feel, inadvertent or not. Still she focused more on Harry instead of her sister-wife, her hand moving to gently cup Harry's crotch in her hands. Slowly she started to fondle him, her hand gently alternating between stroking and messaging his sack. This drove his inner sex drive even higher as the most sensitive part of his body began to grow very hard indeed. He could feel the allure coming from both of his wives as they washed over him, setting his entire body aflame. At the same time his own allure spiked even higher, pushing their obvious arousal even higher. In fact, he could feel Gabrielle stiffen slightly as her first orgasm of the morning washed through her. She was followed a moment later by Fleur, whose own orgasm caused her to bite lightly upon Harry's nipple. This, of course, fed even more into the feedback loop that was the trio's allure.

Finally Harry could take it no more. He grabbed Gabrielle and rolled her over onto her back, positioning himself between her legs as he did. This caused Fleur to become disengaged from Harry, but not for long if the older witch had anything to say about it. Resolved she was going to be involved in this morning's activities, she rotated herself so she was lying parallel to Gabrielle's body, with her head between Harry's legs. This left Fleur's upper body draped over Gabrielle's leg with her hips right next to the younger Veela's head. While Harry thought the position had to be uncomfortable for his wives, they both apparently thought otherwise. He soon shrugged these thoughts off as he noticed this position put Fleur's crotch within reach of his head. Unwilling to pass up such an offer, he reached over to lick along Fleur's nether lips as he entered his younger wife. Soon however Fleur's actual idea became evident as he felt a pair of lips close upon his sack.

Harry began a slow thrusting motion into Gabrielle, careful not to dislodge his other wife's lips from his crotch. At the same time he used his hands to fondle one breast of the woman he was inserting himself into while the other massaged and supported Fleur's bottom as it was lifted up toward Harry's face. After winking at Gabrielle, whose eyes appeared to start to glass over, he buried his own head in between Fleur's legs once again. His tongue went to work upon the older wife, his tongue starting to play with the hole he found there. This caused a rather erotic sounding moan to come from the throat this feast was attached to, which translated into a rather pleasant vibrating sensation on his own parts. This caused him to speed up slightly as his hips started to rotate, causing his crotch to run across the top of Gabrielle's hole as his member pistoned in and out.

At the same time Harry's hand started to gently twist and pull upon Gabrielle's nipple which in turn caused the younger wife's back to arch. A higher moan escaped her lips, which was soon echoed by Fleur's moan of ecstasy as well. This, of course, set the trio's allures to all time highs, causing them all to be inundated with intense pleasure and joy. It felt like they were in an ocean of love and eroticism as orgasm after orgasm soon started to crash over them. The moans turned from silent to almost roar-like as the waves of pleasure tore through the room. Finally Harry could not hold it any more as he erupted in orgasmic pleasure which washed over the room like a tidal wave. Fleur and Gabrielle's orgasms were only a half second behind, adding to the thorough soaking of the room. The tsunami of pleasure seemed to go on forever, with Harry nearly blacking out. Finally it started to subside, leaving the three of them laying on the bed and panting heavily from their exertion. None of them were able to move again for another ten minutes at least.

"My turn later, mon cher," Fleur panted out, her voice barely above a whisper.

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Harry was about to comment back when Apolline's voice could be heard from the hallway. "Breakfast is ready," the mother called out, her voice sounding a very strange mix between aroused, amused, and conciliatory. "I heavily suggest you come down and don't let it get cold, or warm, as the case may be." Harry could only look at Gabrielle confused as Fleur started to slowly try to dis-engage from the both of them. This wasn't the first time he heard his mother-in-law's voice sounding aroused, as the trio's allure seemed to become many times more powerful when they were making love. It was the main reason they had this section of the house to themselves, with rooms between them and their closest guests. Their combined allure was powerful enough to spawn orgasm in any human not far enough from them in perfect timing with their own. Apolline had been caught only once by this unusual phenomenon before she started to use her own Veela senses to get a feel of their state of pleasure before approaching their room. Even then, they soon found that the effects appeared to linger for at least 30 minutes after the three of them calmed down, which often left Apolline very randy after fetching them for breakfast. Jean Claude didn't have any objections though, as his wife all but dragged him off toward their bedroom after breakfast each morning.

So the arousal in Apolline's voice was easy to account for, but the other tones in her voice not so much. "Should we see what your mother is up to?" Harry asked his wives. They seemed as confused as he was, which quickly transformed into curiosity. Once receiving nods from both of them he got up and reached for a pair of pajama bottoms and a robe. Normally he wore even less to the breakfast (or lunch, depending on when the three of them finally got hungry enough to eat), but he remembered the Grangers, and more importantly Hermione, would be joining them this morning. Indeed, his wives seemed to echo his choice of dress, picking semi-modest negligees and robes of their own to wear. Once everyone was ready, they all headed down the stairs and toward the dining room.

Once they arrived they found Apolline, Jean-Claude, and the Grangers waiting for them. The adult Grangers were staring at Hermione, who's head was hung low. Hermione's bushy hair hid her face and ears, but from the body language she was exhibiting she appeared to be quite embarrassed about something. But as Harry had no idea what it was, all he could do is try to diffuse whatever situation they walked into by saying, "Hello everyone, I hope you got at least some rest?"

Harry could feel Fleur and Gabrielle's smirk as the adults in the room returned his greetings with hugs from the Delacours and somewhat amused smiles from the Grangers. As Hermione stammered out a "Good Morning" Harry turned his thoughts toward his wives and asked, 'Okay, what's got you two so amused? Does it have something to do with the reason for Hermione inspecting the table?'

'Oui,' Fleur answered with an even more amused undercurrent to her thoughts. 'Use your own senses Harry, and you'll figure it out.'

Harry took a tentative sniff of the air as he extended the wide array of senses he was able to bring to bear. This flooded him with more information than he wanted to know about Hermione almost instantaneously. Suddenly he recognized he had smelled something unusual upstairs as they were headed out of their room, a smell that was actually rather prominent in here. He began to become embarrassed himself as he figured out what was going on, which only led to his senses giving him even more private information about his best friend. Even though his attitude toward women in general and sex in particular had changed over the past month or so, this /was/ Hermione they were talking about. He quickly tried to think of a way to get Hermione somewhere to clean up without mortifying her, but all the ways he could think of would backfire horrendously. In the end he sighed and shook his head as he said, "I hope we have not made anyone too uncomfortable with our morning rituals. I know that some of my powers are only partially trained as of this point, which is one reason we keep at least one room between our suite and any other guests' suites at all times. Not that anyone here is unwelcome into our suite, but if it's not an emergency you might want to send a house elf first."

"House elf?" Hermione asked, temporarily coming out of her embarrassed state to glare through her hair at Harry.

Inwardly Harry cheered as Hermione became distracted from her insecure feelings, but this did not last long as Jean-Claude spoke up, "All house elves here are paid." The elder statesman actually sniffed the air for a moment before saying, "With both Veela and a Dracomagus here, we will not condone the ill-treatment of any race. I have a feeling that if my son-in-law did not have words with me, his wives would." Jean-Claude showed his elegant disarming smile that melted many a heart, and Hermione would be no exception.

Even so, mollifying her came with a price as Hermione once again grew embarrassed as she stared at Harry. Quickly she dropped her head back down all the way and refused to look up. "No harm done," Harry smiled as he took a seat. 'Gabrielle, can you take Hermione and let her freshen up a bit? Even though I keep telling myself that it's my best friend, her scent is starting to get to me. And I'd rather not go back on our agreement.'

He heard both of his wives chuckle in his mental background as Gabrielle stood up. Once she had acquired Hermione's company to "powder her nose," the two witches disappeared. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, which Apolline caught onto rather quickly. "Is there a problem 'Arry?" the French matron asked with obvious mirth in her voice.

Harry's first inclination was to squeak something embarrassing in return, but he managed to bite it off with little more than a startled sound. "No Madam Delacour," he said, teasing back, "There's no problem at all. Everything's being taken care of."

"I don't understand," Mr. Granger spoke up. "Why does Harry look embarrassed, and why was Hermione afraid to look at him? And what was that odd warning for?" It was rather obvious the apple didn't fall far from the tree as the Granger patriarch launched into a series of questions.

"I found 'Ermione outside 'Arry's door this morning," Apolline started. "It was soon after they 'ad completed their morning "rituals," and they 'ad an obvious effect on the poor girl. As for your other questions..."

"Due to circumstances resulting from the removal of a few blocks on my magic, I have a rather... interesting... effect on the opposite gender," Harry said as his face began to redden. "I was hoping to explain things after breakfast, as the explanation involves subjects not exactly suited for the table. But it suffices to say that Hermione was... excited... by what she experienced, and she needed some freshening up. Otherwise there may have been an even more awkward... situation that would have developed."

It took a minute or so for Mrs. Granger to figure out what Harry meant, but she still realized what Harry meant more quickly than Mr. Granger did. Even so, she managed to keep her husband from asking anything else and eventually said just as Hermione and Gabrielle was returning, "Very well... do you mind if I call you Harry? I think we can wait for the explanations until after breakfast. Do you have anything else that you must do after breakfast, or..."

"Normally we work out a bit after breakfast," Harry replied, "But our trainer wanted to give us a day to make sure we were fully recovered from our injuries before debriefing our performance yesterday," Harry replied with a warm smile. "And please, feel free to call me Harry if you wish. Hermione's been a very important part of my life for five years now, so its only natural." As the elves brought the food to the table, and his wife and best friend re-took their seats, something occurred to Harry. "I'm sorry, we have been very rude. I'm sure Monsieur and Madam Delacour have introduced themselves already while they were helping you get settled, but I haven't formally introduced you to my mates yet. Please forgive me." The Grangers, even though they were confused by Harry's terminology appeared to be understanding enough for Harry to continue. "The young woman on my left is Fleur, and on my right is Gabrielle. It's a rather complex story, but they are my wives by soul bond."

Mrs. Granger smiled as she rose to shake each woman's hand. "I am Emma Granger, and this is my husband Daniel," the Granger matriarch replied. "I take it the reason for both of you being Harry's wives is part of the explanation for after breakfast?"

"Oui," Fleur replied with a smile. "There is a large amount of history and background to go along with the explanation, and those matters are too sensitive for the table."

"It ees nice to meet you," Gabrielle replied as she shook each adult's hand. Hermione was still blushing a bit, so it was a blessing that she already knew Harry's wives. "I am thankful you are here, and that we could get 'Ermione out of her predicament. Such a situation is not healthy for anyone, much less an expecting mother."

"Thank you," Hermione finally said, visibly gathering the will to speak. "Thank you so much for your help. But how are we going to... How..."

Harry sighed as he set his utensils down on his plate, then used a napkin to wipe his mouth off. Finally he looked up at Hermione and put a warm smile on his face. "Hermione, look at me please," he said encouragingly. As his best friend looked up into his eyes he said, "The British Department of Mysteries is not the only one of its kind. And while it is the only one of its kind to still have those brains, the French kept rather exacting records of what they were and what they did. You're not the first witch to be in this situation, and the French DOM has records detailing what actions need to be taken when. Believe me, Ronald no longer has any power over you. Were it not for the fact that he is needed, and it is no longer really done, he'd be locked up for the rest of his life in the tower of London right now."

"How... why would he be there?" Hermione asked, sounding confused. "I mean... what he was doing is a crime, but I don't know if you'd count it as treason," she said, sounding confused.

Harry looked down to his plate and noted that he was still not done with his breakfast. Neither was anyone else. "Hermione, can we wait until after breakfast for that discussion? We have a rule of no politics at the breakfast or supper table. Lunch is often unavoidable, but for those two meals we try to keep the conversation rather light."

Hermione smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Sorry Harry. I just have so many questions about yesterday and... well, all of this. You know I tend to be..."

"Rather dogged in search of information?" Harry offered with a gentle tease. This caused everyone else to break into giggles, during which time Bill entered the room. Fleur took care of sitting him down as Harry gave his best friend a warm smile and continued, "I know, it's one of the many things I like about you. Just wait a little longer and your questions will be answered, okay?"

Hermione agreed readily, a wide smile on her lips. With this acceptance the conversation turned toward other, more mundane topics of conversation such as social events and schools. The subject of Harry's next year came up, to which Harry replied he would still be attending Hogwarts. At this point Gabrielle looked to her parents, who could only chuckle and agree to sending their youngest to Hogwarts as well. This caused Gabrielle to squeal and throw her arms around Harry in excitement. After kissing his lip briefly she got up and ran around to hug her parents, much to the delight of the others in the room. The rest of the time was spent in discussing the staff of Hogwarts, and what the school would be like. Finally it became clear the forbidden topics could no longer be put off. Luckily everyone seemed to be done, so Harry moved that they should move to the living room for the rest of their discussion. The motion was quickly approved by the others, and one and all they got up and walked to the other room.

Once everyone was situated, Harry began by explaining the escape from the Dursleys and his meeting with the Queen. All of the guests listened raptly as he described what his title was, his place in the line of succession, and what that meant for Wizarding Britain. From there he moved onto his experiences when he arrived here, ending that discussion with, "Fleur and Gabrielle managed to explain to me just what a Triumvirate Bond is, and how it effects Veela in particular. That was a very interesting discussion."

"I don't understand," Dan spoke up. "What exactly is a Triumvirate Bond? It sounds... rather strange to me."

"The magic of the magical world has some unique effects on many facets of life daddy," Hermione spoke up. "I'm sure you have heard of phrases such as "love at first sight" or "made for each other." In the non-magical world those rare conditions do exist, but they are often considered an enhanced version of normal love between two people. That's not exactly the case in the magical world. Much in the same way that our magic enforces any contracts we make, so too does it enforce these states. In the magical world these terms are used to describe soul bonds, where each person of a couple is deeply bonded with the other. When one dies, the other dies. When one willingly violates the bond, both die. That's the nature of a soul bond. They're incredibly rare, but they're often called a marriage made in heaven, and are treated as a full marriage in the magical world."

"And the Triumvirate Bond," Harry adds, "Is a three-person manifestation of the soul bond. It is even more rare than the regular soul bond, but the consequence for breaking the bond is even more severe." Harry and his wives all shivered violently at the mere thought of the results of such an action before Harry continued, "The consequence of breaking such a bond would be drawn out, and would drive each person completely insane before killing them. However this all gets more complex with the introduction of Veela into the mix." With that statement he explained Veela physiology and what it did to the magic behind the bond.

Finally Bill spoke up, his face pulled into a frown. "Wait a minute. To me this sounds like such a bond does not exist. I mean, it sounds like..."

"It sounds like an excuse to sleep with whoever we want, non?" Fleur supplied, though she did not look too upset at the implication. When Bill swallowed and nodded, she simply smiled slightly and shrugged. "It would to most people, but what you must understand is that a non-bonded Veela would be affectionate with more people than those under the bond. William, you knew what life would has been like with me, non?" With his nod she continued, "Veela under the bond are affectionate to a maximum of three people outside of the bond, and that's it. Such contact doesn't even have to include actual sex, though it more often does than not. I think the closest thing the non-magical world has to this situation is the "open or polyamorous" marriage."

"So it is like a normal relationship with a Veela, just more restrictive due to the bond?" Hermione asked, starting to get the point. "What about..." she stopped, blushing so madly at the question she could not even bring herself to ask it.

"What would happen if one of our bond mates were "intimate" with one of our best friends? Say Harry kissed or otherwise groped one of my "special friends?"" Gabrielle asked, clarifying Hermione's question even further. "It would not be violating the bond, though it may break any agreements made between the three above and beyond the bond. We ourselves have decided to wait for a while before having sex with another outside the bond. There are of course a few other restrictions, especially in that area, but they are not important for this conversation. It suffices to say that we've agreed to be careful to maintain eachother's dignity, public or private."

"Exactly," Harry said in agreement. "This doesn't mean that Fleur, Gabrielle, or myself are going to run out and sleep with any random person, it doesn't work that way in the first place. It doesn't even mean we're going to suddenly start sleeping with our best friends. It just means that we're going to be more open to touching and sharing our feelings with our best friends than would be normally acceptable. Believe me, I had quite the time understanding that point when Fleur and Gabby explained it to me the first time. And even now I'm still trying to adjust."

"I'm sure you'll do fine 'Arry," Apolline interjected soothingly. "Just remember to relax, and make sure your friends understand what your changes mean."

"Wait..." Hermione said suddenly, catching something in the conversation. "Does the "intimacy/sex drive" of a Veela transfer to their non-Veela partners? Is that what you're telling me?"

"Non," Fleur said, a little nervous now. "That ees not what we're saying." She looked over to Harry who did his level best to give her a reassuring smile, though he knew it fell flat. He was very nervous about this next step.

"Then why are you intimating that Harry is going to be doing the same thing?" Hermione asked. Her parents suddenly realized what she was saying and was also looking at the Trio rather intently.

"Because it turns out that I have Veela blood from my mother's side of the family," Harry said quietly. "And along with all of the other changes it has awakened. I'm the first male Veela in three millennia."

Hermione's mouth fell open in shock, which was soon mirrored by all the other guests. "But... I thought..."

"It was impossible to have a male Veela?" Harry prompted. With Hermione's nod he sighed and said, "It was. Wizards cast a curse on the race that prevented male veela from being born. They even suppressed an entire Veela clan's powers just to keep that clan from trying to break the curse. That's the line my mum was descended from. But since the spell had long since been forgotten, and thus never updated, it began to weaken. Finally my Mum was the first of her line to have magic, but not the allure, at least not in full. She had noticed she attracted more male attention than could be accounted for, and did some research into why. From mum's notes she found out about her heritage shortly before she married dad. By then she was very much in love with my Dad though, so she went through the ceremony, and thus I was born."

"So that's what enables you to turn into that... half dragon form?" Emma asked inquisitively. "I thought Veela turned into birds."

"No, not really. That's another inheritance, that one from dad's side. In a very real way you could say having me broke the curse on mum's family as a dormant gene with me awakened," Harry answered.

"How so?" Bill asked, his eye's opening wide in surprise as he tilted his head to the side.

"Of the non-Veela here, only Bill may understand this reference, but my Dad's line has many prominent ancestors in it. For example, Godric Gryffindor is one of my direct ancestors. That and another marriage into the Windsor line gives me my royal title. In addition there's a rather notorious, amongst humans anyway, person I'm direct descendant of: Henri Dracon," Harry said. Bill's gasp was all Harry needed to tell him that the cursebreaker had at very least heard of the name. "He was the last dracomagus before me. He died just under 2900 years ago. It wasn't for another two centuries before it was discovered what he really was. But by then the Dracon line had long since gone into hiding. Anyway it took descendant of his being born with Veela blood to break the Veela curse, at least that's what the Veela scholars say."

"What exactly is a dracomagus?" Hermione asked. "And why haven't I ever come across the reference?"

"Most knowledge of the magical beings known as dracomagi had long since been eradicated from the annals of history," Bill answered reverently. "Or at least, human history. What few references I got while in Egypt said they were terrible creatures prone to fits of rage. They are, at least in an extremely simplified form, half-dragon and half-human. The warnings stated their return would see the human race subjugated."

"Bullshit," Harry spat vehemently. Bill flinched backwards at that while the other adults jumped. With Apolline's admonishments and his wives' soft support, he got himself under control. "The dracomagi were the enforcers of the magical world. They kept the various races, including humans, in balance with each other. No other race was permitted to subjugate another, not even the dracomagi. We were the arbiters whenever grievances between races were brought up. The human and the Goblin races got greedy, and didn't want to listen to us. Eventually the humans thought the dracomagi were in the way, and sought to remove the obstacles to their ambitions. They bribed the Goblins to betray us, and massacred every last man, woman, and child. Even babies were not spared."

"So you are now the last dracomagi?" Hermione asked curiously. She didn't seem to be afraid of Harry at all. This convinced Harry once again that the Sorting Hat was right to place her in Godric's house. She definitely had more bravery than intelligence. This alone was scary to Harry, as she was perhaps the most intelligent witch of her age.

"Hopefully not the last," Harry answered with a sly smile and wink to his wives. "Just the first in several hundred generations, or a few thousand years, take your pick. My children will be a mix between Veela and dracomagi. I'm the only one who will be both, but I'll sire new generations of magical beings."

Hermione had the good grace to blush once again at her mistake, but that quickly faded as she drew herself up to continue, "So you have the same effect on females as female Veela do on males? Do you effect Veela? And what about your dracomagi powers? On that note, what are you going to do with the Royal Title?"

"Down girl," Dan said with a laughing smile. "I'm sure he's going to answer everything if you give him a chance to." Hermione huffed and crossed her arms in front of her in response. Harry had to admit privately she looked rather cute when she did that, very much in agreement with the mental chidings of his wives.

Harry blew them both a mental raspberry as he continued, "Yes. Yes, thus my access to the general Veela population is restricted until I have my powers under control. Anything a dragon can do I can do in my Lord Form, amongst other things. And I have to keep the title. The Queen already knows, and over-all approves. She is not happy to see the slavery of the magical world, or any of the other outstanding issues such as prejudice and sanctioned bigotry, amongst other things. According to her, the Magical Commonwealth could have far worse leaders."

"But I don't think the wizards are going to be so accepting of..." Hermione started, only to stop and flush.

"Wizard-kind are not going to accept someone they don't consider human to rule them?" Harry supplied, tilting his head to the side. "Maybe. But then again maybe not. It's not going to be easy, but we're already making inroads to solving that particular problem. First we're going to have to get the Magical Commonwealth used to the fact that a teenager is now their ruler. Then we're going to get them used to actually do some critical thinking. Then, once the sheeple wake up and realize a few facts, we can spring the full implications of my parentage on them."

At this point Bill leaned forward, his face pulling into a slight, thoughtful frown. "You mean you're not going to hide what you are?" he asked, sounding rather dubious.

"No, we're not," Fleur answered for Harry. "After discussing it with other Veela and my father, we decided it would be impossible to keep his abilities secret."

"Instead," Harry said as he took over from his wife, "We're going to let them know about my powers, and even what I'm called. But instead of saying the full truth, that I'm another kind of magical being and only part human, we're going to fudge things slightly. Think about it. The name for my race sounds like a good many other purely human abilities. We're called dracomagi. Sounds very similar to animagi and, metamorphagi to me. So instead of correcting everyone's first assumption, we're going to just let them think what to wizard-kind would seem most likely. Even if the Ministry calls lumps dracomagic powers into the same category as parselmagic, it's still a far easier stigma to overcome. Besides, there's only three races today with enough knowledge about my kind to be capable of leaking the truth. Two of those races would never even contemplate leaking that knowledge without my permission."

"But what happens when the Goblin Nation announces what they know?" Hermione asked, making the proper connections in record time.

"Right now, the war with the combined forces of the Dwarves, the Veela, and Harry, the fact is that the people who they would need to get the information to the most are quite inaccessible," Jean-Claude stated, throwing his views into this. "Their lines of believable communication with magical Britain are still cut, and will be for quite some time. They can't use the Irish banks, or any Commonwealth bank, to send anything. Both country's bank systems, as well as the Scottish and Welsh, all connect to the same underground city, and it was destroyed. And the Magical Commonwealth is so isolationist that they will refuse to believe anything any other government tells them, assuming they can get the other countries believe them in the first place."

"If they had time, they could do something," Harry added with a sigh as he looks toward the ceiling, "But we're not giving them that time. Right now we're in a pause between battles as the Dwarves finish hacking into their inter-continental transports. Once that is done, they'll start launching attacks to each Goblin city, one at a time. That will continue until the Goblins either surrender unconditionally or are dead." Harry sighed again as images of dead goblin children came to the forefront of his mind. A couple of tears fell as he gripped the arms of his seat in attempt to keep from breaking down again.

Suddenly he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He could tell they weren't Fleur's nor Gabrielle's, or any Delacour's arms for that matter. Instead they belonged to the witch whose hair was tickling his nose at that exact moment. "I'm sorry Harry," Hermione said quietly."I may not know everything about the situation, but I don't think badly of you for any of what you're doing," she said quietly. For some reason he could not understand why that simple statement seemed to ease some part of him he was not aware of. He put his arms around his best friend and simply cried a bit, taking comfort from her simple touch and caring. They stayed that way for several minutes before Hermione pulled back and gave Harry a sad smile. "And with all of this on your shoulders, you still take time to help me with my silly problems," Hermione added as she seemed to reluctantly pull back to return to her seat. "You didn't have to..."

That was really further than Harry was willing to let his best friend go as he interrupted her. "Bullshit," he said, shocking his best friend to silent. He held up a hand to forestall the oncoming lecture and said, "Sorry for the language but really, that statement earned it." Harry then got up and followed Hermione back to her seat, kneeling in front of her when he arrived. He took Hermione's hands in his own, gently massaging them as he said, "I think its safe to say you're my best friend outside my wives, Hermione," he said as he locked her eyes in his gaze. "You and I may not be bonded, but I care for you more than almost anyone else in the world not named Potter or Delacour. And that's not my own Veela heritage talking, that's the scared boy whose life you've saved several times speaking. I'm not going to sit by and watch you suffer. Yeah, maybe I do have a "saving people thing,"" he said with a smile, watching the young witch blush from the reference, "But watching you hurt is just not an option for me. And I'll be there by your side to stop anyone from hurting you, no matter what. Just like you'd do for me. So I don't want to even think about saying "I'm not worthy" again, understand?"

"As long as I don't hear it from you," Hermione said quietly with her head bowed. From Harry's angle he was the only one who could see the mischievous smile on her face. "Speaking of people not worthy," she said as she gathered strength from her parents, Harry, and everyone else, "What's going to happen with Ron? And what are you thinking of doing with the ministry?"

Harry took a deep breath and sighed as Bill asked the same question. "The unspeakables are going to make a potion that will both eliminate your dependency on him and at the same time stabilize the fetus." Harry looked to his wives for a moment with a silent request before continuing as they put their arms around Hermione. "The potion they were giving you was a stop-gap measure apparently. It did nothing to make it safe for you to give birth to the baby, instead it was to keep the child in a kind of stasis."

"What do you mean by that?" Dan asked as Emma gasped. Hermione became very distraught at this statement, as her experiences with the Weasleys allowed her to easily figure out what that meant. He simply tightened his embrace as she started to shake again, giving her all the comfort he could.

"What that means is that the embryo has not had time to properly develop," Harry answered Hermione's parents over their child's shoulder. "The potion they were giving you would prevent growth for up to nine months. The problem is, even though the unborn child is in stasis, its mutations would continue to build. If you had gone past the second... the sixth month... the damage would have been irreversible."

"Damage?" Hermione asked, shaking like a leaf.

Harry sighed and looked back to Fleur, who shook her head in response. Trusting in his wife's sense of direction he simply made himself more comfortable as he pulled his best friend onto his lap, "Even the stabilization potion wouldn't have prevented the mutations once it was brought out of stasis beyond the sixth month. Giving birth to the baby after that long of a delay would have..." Harry tried to explain, stopping as fresh tears threatened to well up. He hung his head, unable to continue, which caused Hermione's parents to gasp in horror. Bill looked at Harry as if begging him not to say what he was thinking.

"Killed me?" Hermione asked, her voice sounding like she was going to break. At the nodding of Harry's head she broke into sobs as she clutched him almost crushingly tight. Fleur and Gabrielle joined them on the floor as Hermione waled. In the background he could hear the Grangers sputter angrily as Bill started swearing at length.

"I would have never let it get that far," Harry said, half-soothing and half-pleading her to believe him. "Our original plan was for me to come back on September first and help you then. But... I just couldn't stand to see you so... distraught at the Will reading."

"Broken," Hermione replied as she tried to wrestle her crying under control, though she was not very successful at it. "I was broken Harry. Or closer to broken than I have ever wanted to be. Is there any way Ron or Mrs. Weasley could not have known about the side-effects of that potion?" she asked, sounding desperate. Harry didn't want to shatter the last illusion she had about the Weasleys. Too much trust was wrapped up in their past with that family to take much more betrayal and still be whole.

"Now that I know the truth, I don't think so," Bill answered for Harry. "I remember mum saying something about using a deadline to force a commitment from you. Though she wasn't sure if the baby would be worth it, whatever that meant."

Hermione wailed once more and buried herself into the embrace of Harry and his wives as the ultimate sense of betrayal finally struck. She was not the only one though, as Emma threw herself into Dan and began to sob as well. Dan, on the other hand, joined Bill as one of the only pairs of dry eyes in the house. Instead he was turning red as his face contorted into what appeared to be a murderous rage. "I'll kill them," he said quietly, though his voice carried through the entire room. "Where is that bastard?" The fact that this question was said in a calm, controlled voice made it even scarier. Harry then decided he never wanted to get on Mr. Granger's bad side. He would not envy Ron when Hermione's father finally got hold of him.

"Daddy no!" Hermione cried, pushing away from her friend and the group. Harry and his wives let her go as she got up and threw herself on her parents, hugging them both. "Please Daddy, don't do it. I couldn't bear to lose you."

"Even wizards fall to bullets, sweety," Dr. Granger replied in the most soothing voice possible at that point. "I'll wait until all the ingredients are harvested from him and you're safe. But that wizard is a dead man. He just doesn't know it yet."

At this point Harry cleared his throat to get the family's attention as the other Delacours looked on rather shocked and disturbed. "Actually sir, I'm afraid I can't let you do that," Harry said tentatively, preparing to continue.

"Oh?" Dan Granger replied, his voice cold. "And what are you going to do to stop me?"

Harry took a deep breath and sighed, shaking his head before he stood up to look Hermione's father in the eyes. "Sir, you heard me talk in the bank about the chains that bind me into service of the Crown. I'm afraid that if you were to take the law into your own hands, I would be forced to order your arrest. It's part of my oath, to uphold justice. Believe me," he said as Dan was about to tear into him, "I do not want to do it, but I would have no choice. And the present magical laws of the Commonwealth would see you kissed by a dementor for murder of a wizard. I really don't want to be responsible for costing Hermione a father, so I'm begging you to reconsider. If you want, I'll swear right here and right now that he will be punished for his crimes to the fullest extent of the law. The evidence is already in trusted hands of the Wizengamot, where they are disseminating the information. All we need is a guilty verdict. The Chief Warlock knows I have already pulled Royal Prerogative to sentence Ron myself. Dumbledore won't be able to cushion it now."

"You swear to me he will pay for this... this... this... obscenity?!" Dr Granger growled out while appearing to consider Harry's words.

Harry held his hand up as a golden nimbus formed around it. "I, Harry James Potter-Black-Dracon do hereby swear upon my magic and my life that I will see justice done for Hermione Granger for what Ronald and Molly Weasley have done to her, so mote it be."

"Daddy don't!" Hermione gasped, covering his mouth with her hand. "If you accept it, and Ron escapes or something, he'll be forced to hunt him down first, before doing anything else. Please, just accept a regular promise?"

"Why should I?" Mr. Granger demanded harshly. "That boy hurt you. Why shouldn't I demand justice?"

Emma, however, seemed to get the crux of the matter and said, "Daniel dear... I get the feeling a lot of what that young man is doing is time sensitive. Should something go wrong and that slime escape, many of their plans would fail. And that would be disastrous for them." Harry was not saying a word though, as his hand was still raised up in the air and glowing.

Dan took a moment to consider his wife's words as he glanced around the room. The other faces in the room apparently made up his mind as he answered, "No, that's not necessary. I'll trust you to do all that you can. Just know this, if he gets off light, I will make his life miserable from the moment he's free to his dying day. On that I swear."

Harry nodded as he lowered his hand. He met the eyes of his best friend's father in silent conversation before he nodded once. "Very well," Harry said quietly. "I will do my best to make sure oath does not ever see fruition." Hermione simply sagged into her parents in an odd combination of relief and grief. Harry stood up and moved back to his seat and was about to sit down when he decided everyone needed more time to come to grips with recent events. "I think Hermione needs to spend time with her parents, and Bill needs to send a letter to his parents. I myself need to finalize what I'm going to do about Mrs. Weasley, and it's almost time for my trainer to show up for our debriefing. Is that acceptable?" With everyone's nodding, he sighed as he turned to Bill. "Just do me a favor and don't warn your mother, okay? You can send something to your father warning him, as long as she won't be able to read it." Bill readily agreed to that, allowing Harry to collect his wives and head to the upstairs study. They all had a lot of things to go over, and Harry needed his wives to help him calm down. This was not going to be pleasant, no matter how the situation played out.

Somewhere in Great Britain
Draco Malfoy's POV

Draco knew that the Dark Lord was not a forgiving person. He had learned enough from his father to ensure that he knew exactly what serving his master would be like. But he never expected to fall under the cruciatus curse for quite so long. Oh, he knew he'd be punished for not becoming the new Black Lord, but he had honestly thought that his failure would be mitigated by the news he had on Potter. But the Dark Lord was not a patient man, and as such didn't even give him the time to relate the full tale before casting the torture curse. The result: he was prostrate on the floor, panting heavily as his throat burned from too much yelling. All he could do is lie there, gasping for breath, and waiting for the next curse.

But apparently the Dark Lord had other ideas as the man's raspy voice echoed in the room. "So, the Malfoy scion lives up to his father's reputation after all. Give me one reason, Draco, why I should not lend you and your mother out to entertain the more competent faithful."

Draco knew then his next words would count more than any he had uttered in his life. This was his chance, not at glory, for he knew better than to think he could get that anymore, but for life itself. "Sire," he began, forcing his throat to work. "I bring new news about Potter, something that can only aid you in hastening his demise."

"Oh?" Voldemort replied with a snidely curious voice. "Just what do you think you know that my spies have not already figured out?"

The last question sent shivers down Draco's spine, but thankfully he was still shaking too much from the curse to show his fear in such an ungainly manner. Instead he forced himself to his knees as he spoke, "Sire, Potter is claiming rulership of the Magical Commonwealth. He has allied himself with the Dwarves, and they fought the goblins at Gringotts. Apparently the bank is now in Dwarven hands."

Draco screamed once again as another cruciatus was cast. "That's your news? Potter grows stronger, and gains incorruptible allies, and this you tell me assures my victory? I see your companions' intelligence has rubbed off on you. Guards!"

"My lord!" Draco shouted out in an effort to interrupt his master. This was it, either he'd be killed for his impertinence, or rewarded handsomely. "Potter has a new ability. He can change himself into a dragon!"

Voldemort snarled as he was interrupted, but apparently Draco's interruption seemed to bring important enough information to stay the Dark Lord's hand. Instead the next word he heard was, "Legilimens." Searing red-hot pain tore through Draco's head as he quickly relived the beginning of the battle from his vantage point by the conference room doors. Just as suddenly he was flat on the ground again, panting from the pain that felt even worse than the torture curse. "You do seem to have some use after all. Guards, take the Malfoy Scion to his chambers, and clean him up. You may play use the body for target practice, but leave the son alone for now." As the guards grinned widely in anticipation the Dark Lord gave out one final caution, "No permanent disfigurations, gentleman. It would not do well to wear out our toys too quickly."

As Draco was led off he only briefly thought about his mother, and even then only to think she got off lucky. Draco knew, however, that her luck and his were tied. If the Dark Lord determined Draco's news was bad, then all he could look forward to was wishing he could end up like that squib Longbottom's parents. No, his death would be slow, drawn out, and very painful.

A/N:

I'm so sorry this took so long folks. To be honest, I was chin deep in tax law for most of December and the first part of January, and then my muse decided to take a vacation. Please forgive me. I can promise that updates will be coming soon? Pretty please? Please note folks, Narcissa is dead, it's just her body there. Sorry if its not that clear. :(