AN: You might have noted that Whitetigerwolf wrote in the first chapter that Sirius was still alive. I honestly have forgotten that and only noticed it recently as I reread the story. So please ignore that sentence in the first chapter.
AN2: You might have noticed that it took quite some time for me to continue the story. This is solely due to the fact, that I had absolutely no idea what to write.
You see I only write if I already have a basic structure set out and then add in the parts that are used to drive forward the story-telling. So I had finished the gems so to say but the ring to fit them in was not yet made. Lately I found some raw ore to smelt a new ring and then added the gems and presto the story is finished within two hours. (And no I am not behaving supercilious by calling my work gems. That is just plain arrogance on my end.)
So please note that I have the gems ready and finished and am only waiting for the miners to get the ore out of the mines. (And no I am not talking about ear wax)
AN3: For those who can read Hindi I hope that Google Translate did not make something completely inappropriate off what I asked it to translate so my apologies if it did. Additionally I must say I did not read the Verses of desire so I don't know if the original includes, what I imply later in the text. I just assumed and used it as I thought it sounded like a good idea.
Harry awoke the next day with a warm body encircling his chest disabling any chance he might have had to leave the bed without his bedmate noticing his absence. The problem with that was not that he wanted to leave the bed, but that he wanted to serve his newest wife a decent breakfast. He knew that Susan was quite likely to be famished. They had burned a lot of calories after all. He racked his brain for a solution and finally, after what could be considered far too long, he got it.
"Turly are you there?" He whispered to not wake Susan, which proved to be quite pointless, as a house-elf popped into the room and announced his appearance with a loudly shouted.
"What does master Harry wish?" The Volume was compared to what Harry was accustomed to, due to Dobby's volume, was relatively tame. Though it still proved to be enough to wake his newest wife.
"Thank you for coming Turly. Would you tell the appropriate elf that I need the same serving I had yesterday?" At this the elf nodded and popped out of the room.
"Cushions are supposed to be silent. Cushion goes shush!" Susan groaned sleepily and hugged him close, forcing him to lie down again.
"You know that we have a few things to do today? We can't stay in bed the whole day." He said while trying to turn around.
"I am quite sure that we can. See we are! What an astounding feat. Now shut up and go back to sleep." She answered while keeping him anchored to the bed.
"You are not a morning person I assume?" Harry asked sheepishly.
"No am not, but I assume that I can't convince you to continue playing pillow?" She asked while maneuvering herself so that he had to counter some very convincing arguments.
"No we really have to go. At least I have to and you should go. The Goblins have told me yesterday that my Godfather's testament is about to be executed today at noon. I am still very sure that he set the date that way on purpose, at noon at the seventh day after my death. (AN: At least that is what I have calculated.) It sounds like it is from some kind of Western movie." Harry forced himself to say that, while trying to convince his body that it was not the appropriate time to redirect his blood flow.
"What is a western movie?" Susan asked in an innocent voice relishing the thought that he had to try so hard, not to be affected by her.
"Oh yeah forgot that you are a pureblood. A movie is like a wizards photograph which spans a time of about one and a half hours, it is in color and has sound. Most of them explain a story and have a certain plot. Those plots are categorized and one of these categories is Western. Those movies tend to be quite dramatic and cheesy." Harry explained glad that the lecture distracted him to the same degree he hoped that it would. "So what else do we have to do?"
"Well you probably need a new wand and soon will need a few new clothes. Then there is the fact that you need the Bones rings and keys from Gringotts. So you will have to accompany me to Diagon Alley. I assume that you will want to take Hannah with you. That is if I judged what Amelia told about the two of you correct. If you don't want to take me with you on the trip I hope that you are at least willing to take one or two of your sister wives with you." Harry said while trying to discreetly hint to the fact that she was now in fact pregnant, as much as her sister wives were and that he would appreciate it strongly if he would not have to put any of them in bigger danger than they were in. Therefore a single shopping trip with all his wives at the same time would be better as the chance of them being detected on accident was lowered drastically that way.
"You wanted to use that term for quite some time didn't you?" She answered as she noticed Harry's emphasis on the last sentence.
"Which term do you mean my oh so beautiful wife?" Harry asked not knowing what he had hinted onto, but still trying to placate her.
"The term I meant was Sister Wives and don't even dare to think for one second that I forgot that I have the responsibility to protect our child now."
"Am I that predictable?" Harry asked in a crestfallen voice.
Susan had left to invite the Abbots to ensure their safety and Harry was right now penning down a letter he wanted to send to Nymphadora Tonks to offer her sanctuary on behalf of her mother. Unfortunately he also had to explain her, that he was her stepdad now, which complicated the process significantly.
His thought patterns went along the line of: Don't let her call me dad. Or Please Oh dear Lord stop her from tearing my primary sexual organs off. I only learnt how to use them appropriately recently.
After he finished the letter he asked an anxious Hedwig to deliver the letter to Nymphadora. Hedwig looked at him startled as he tried to explain his familiar who the letter had to go to. This was needed as he had been unwilling to use the name that must not be used, which had further complicated the general composition of the letter.
After finishing the letter and sending it off he opened the letter brought to him by Hedwig yesterday and during reading it started to remember his scarce but none the less happy memories with Sirius. The letter was an official missive from Gringotts explaining that his late godfather had stipulated a time and place for the official reading of his will.
During a few not so sentimental moments Harry asked himself why he had been named Lord Black before the will reading, but then remembered a conversation he had held with Padfoot a few days before their departure to Hogwarts.
Flashback
"Harry you know that the Blacks are an old family right?" Sirius asked Harry after they sat down in the library.
"It is quite hard to not notice that with that old bat down there shouting it out day after day." Harry joked elevated as he had expected a completely different subject as Sirius had asked him for a serious (Yes the late Lord Black used that joke (At least I made him use it (Uahahahaha I am evil))) conversation. Honestly said Harry had feared to have to sit through his godfather's version of the talk.
"Yes it is. This position as a so called Ancient and Most Noble House has some rules. One of them is that the Lord or Heir presumptive always has to have an Heir." He looked at Harry silently asking if the boy had understood and as Harry indicated with a nod that he had Sirius continued.
"I don't have any children, not for the lack of trying I might add, but as it is the only two viable heirs are either you or my cousin's son, who you so eloquently call the blonde ferret. Due to the laws he is to be considered the heir primaries and the only way to counter this is if I name an heir that has at least a small blood tie to the family. That means you if you don't get it. So the moment I die you are Lord Black got it?"
Memory Harry nodded again still glad about the fact that he escaped the horrors of the talk. Sirius then contiuned seriously.
"So as future Lord Black you are supposed to have heirs yourself. This is how the proces of making little heirs works."
Banishing that memory, still in terror from the memory, Harry folded the letter back and stood up to look for his wives, while mentally adjusting his daily planning.
Therefore Harry wandered the castle on the lookout for his wives. In the castles infirmary he found Penelope and after a short conversation, in which he found out, that Susan had left for the planned shopping trip, with her aunt and the two daughters of house Black as protection. Satisfied with the amount of protection they had, due to being together in a group he went looking for the last of his wives. Penelope was gracious enough to give him the directions to the library and after using only two wrong corridors and one set of stairs he arrived at his destined location.
Said location turned out to be the main entrance of the library which held half a dozen tables with comfortable chairs and sofas to ensure maximum comfort during reading. Only one of the tables was occupied. Harry, guessing that it was good manners to greet the person, closed in onto the table. Though the view on the user of said table was obstructed by a number of stacks of books he was quite sure that he knew who was behind the veritable fortress of books. Nearing the books he could make out most of the titles and was astonished that the normally more timid bookworm had books like that lying around. One stood out by the, for Harry, illegible title इच्छा लेस्बियन संस्करण की कविता which luckily had an English translation underneath which read Verse of desire lesbian Edition, or Kamasutra lesbian Edition.
Pulling said book out from the pile he was greeted with a low growl.
"I was about to read that."
