Chapter 14
Public Knowledge – The Beginning!
On their way out of Gringott's, Harry was talking with his wives and Vassals; "Amelia, since you're the Head of the DMLE, I don't know if this would be proper, but, I'd like to go to the Records Department in the Ministry and just check on our Magical Sealings. I want to make sure that each of are my Legal Wives and Vassals."
Harry looked at Amelia and then Daphne and Hermione. He wanted their support and the support of the others, also.
"Yes, it'd be ok, but remember: the Gossip will start almost immediately. Rita can tell you this from personal experience.
Rita nodded her head. I know each of the Department Head's in the Ministry and they'll keep it quiet for a short time, but, eventually, it'll get out. Just, Harry, be prepared for this."
"Oh, I am. I just don't want any of you to suffer on my account. I've got this feeling that your lives will be on the line because of me."
"Harry!" Both Daphne and Hermione said at the same time. It was Daphne who spoke next. "You heard what Rowena said in Ragnok's office. We, each of us, chose to be here. We wanted this for you, for us, for all of us. Don't back out on us now, 'cause we're not letting you go. You're in this along with the rest of us. You've got six witches to support and care for, and I for one enjoyed making love with you as does the rest of us!"
"Ok, ok, I just wanted to be sure, that's all. I'd not backing out on any of you wonderful ladies."
Down the Halls of the Ministry they seven walked. Harry at the front with Amelia and Rita on either side of him. Everywhere they went, Wizards and Witches stopped and looked at the strange group of people. What they were not used to seeing was Amelia and Rita together along with the Boy-Who-Lived with the other three younger witches. And that one young looking Witch, no one could place her, yet, she seemed 'old' beyond her years.
Down into the Records Office, they walked in.
"Hello, Connie. How've you been?" It was Rita Skeeter who first spoke.
Connie was nervous. All she saw was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the DMLE and the most notorious reporter for the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter. Between these two Witches alone, they could not just wreck her career but probably land her in Azkaban!
"I, uh, I - I'm fine, Rita. Uh," Connie had a bad case of stuttering.
Amelia just looked at Connie, raising one eye brow up slightly. "Something wrong, Madam Connie Edgecomb?" Amelia was totally formal now. She knew what she was doing and inside it pleased her to know that she could defend her Lord in such a way.
"Connie. This visit is to be, well, not talked about, if you know what I mean. At least until the Daily Prophet comes out tomorrow morning, if you get what I mean?"
"And, I'm backing up what my dear friend, Rita is both Implying AND what I'm Saying, NOT just Implying!" Amelia had that cold stare looking directly at Connie.
Connie Edgecomb had to think fast and come 'clean'. Horace had just come down here not too long ago, this very morning and had asked for this same information that these two very powerful Ladies were asking verification of. It was now or never!
"I – uh, I have something to tell you first, and I don't think you're gonna like it." Connie was on the verge of begging for her life! She was THAT scared!
"WHAT – have you done!?" Amelia asked in an acid dripping tone of voice, leaning her self close to Connie, almost breathing down her neck.
"Uh, well, you see, Horace, came by. He works for the Daily Prophet, . . ," Connie was interrupted by Rita.
"You mean my Department Head came down here to verify my article?" Rita asked,surprised.
Nodding her head in acknowledgement Connie continued, "It was just something that I normally do. If I'd had known that you'd not want this information cleared for public use, I'd have not given it out! Oh, Please! I'm very sorry about this. I – I don't know what to do." Tears were coming down out of Connie's eyes and she was fearful.
But, her fear was for a different reason, a reason not associated with two of the most powerful and renowned Witches in the United Kingdom and Western Europe!
IF she'd looked up into the Emerald Green Eyes of Harry, she'd have seen the Anger of the Master of Death. Not to mention WHAT was behind her at that very moment. A being worst than even the Dementors of Azkaban!
Without meaning to, Connie felt that cold sweat run down her backbone. IF anyone could have asked her later, she'd have said that she felt the cold hand of death on her shoulder, for she just didn't know just how close she was to the truth for she looked directly into Harry's eyes. In his hand, his right hand, he was holding the Resurrection Stone! Though Connie Edgecomb didn't know what that small 'pebble' was, she 'felt' something behind her.
Harry could see Death Himself behind Connie, for he, being the Master of Death, the only person to whom Death Himself Bowed to, yet, to Connie's benefit and extending Mercy to her, Harry stayed the Hand of Death.
Harry spoke up, "Madam Edgecomb, my name is Harry, Lord Harry James Potter-Hogwarts. I want you to turn around and look behind you."
Connie had that odd look about her, but she began shaking and without a word of protest or question, she slowly turned around and saw, stared directly into the hooded face and of the grim visage of Death Himself!
She was not even able to scream! She just stared, shaking with the fear of death about her. She didn't have to ask just 'who' or 'what' she was looking at, for the Scythe that Death carried on his shoulder was very well known to all Magicals!
"Connie, this is Death, whom I hold sway over. Do as Rita and Amelia ask and I'll stay the Hand of Death for your benefit and giving Mercy to you, after you've angered my two beloved Vassals. Say nothing else about our visit until the Daily Prophet comes out tomorrow morning." And Harry looked at Connie even closer, adding, "IF, even THEN!"
"Connie, all we'd like is for you to confirm Harry's Sealing's to his Wives and Vassals. That's all we'd like to know. Can you do that for us, please?" Rita was smiling that smile that she used for her 'sources' when she wanted information. Only, THIS time, she wasn't about to 'give' of herself, her body, like she had to do, so many times in the past!
"Uh, yea, I mean YES! Of course, Lady Skeeter, Right away. Just give me a moment for me to pull up the documents."
Connie pulled out the Main Ledger and found Harry's name. It wasn't difficult, he was just too well known everywhere he went.
"Yes, here it is. The Magical Sealing have been recorded for one Harry James Potter-Hogwarts!?" Here, Rita looked up at Harry, with a question in her eyes.
"Yes, that's the right name, Connie. Please, continue." Rita said.
"He is shown to be Married to one Lady Daphne Greengrass-Slytherin, and married to one Hermione Jane Granger-Hufflepuff and has Vassals: Amelia Bones, Susan Bones and Rita Skeeter."
"Is that all?" The Grand Lady of Hogwarts asked.
"Uh, no, No, it isn't. It just came in this morning, no, yesterday. It shows that Harry, here, is magically married to one, uh, I'm not sure of this name: The Grand Lady of Hogwarts, is the only name given here." Connie looked up, both fear and questions on her face and lips. Still, she could feel the cold presence of Death behind her.
"Have you any more records on Lord Potter-Hogwarts, Connie?" Amelia asked.
"Uh, yea, sure, hold on." Connie Pulled out more documents from her Main Ledger.
"Here, it's shown that his age is now eighteen and that he's a legal adult in our world. Oh, there's a addendum. It says here that Daphne, Hermione and Susan are also Emancipated and are of legal age."
"That's all I've got, unless there are other legal documents that haven't come in from Gringott's. They come in quite regularly, daily."
"May we have official copies of ALL documents that pertain to Harry and all of the names mentioned. Please?" Amelia was doing the 'asking'.
"Ye, yes, Yes, Here, you may have these. They are already Stamped with the Seal of the Ministry. If and when any other documents come in, I'll be sure to send you Official Copies of those Documents, if that pleases you?"
Nodding her head in approval, Amelia Smiled, "Yes, that'd be quite appropriate. When they do come in, please send them DIRECTLY to ME! And not anyone else! Am I understood on that?"
"Yes, Lady Bones, Completely! I'll do as you say."
Extending her hand to Connie, Amelia shook Connie's hand in appreciation for her work and discretion. "Thank you, Connie, for your help and discretion in this matter. There'll be an article in tomorrow's Daily Prophet, written up by Lady Skeeter, here. Please, say nothing till then, if at all."
"You've got my total discretion in this matter. Lady Bones."
Harry looked up at Death and waived Him away, whereupon Death left the presence of Connie and went about His business of Reaping and Harvesting Souls as was His business.
Of all the Souls that lived on the Earth, the Souls that were under the Authority of Death to be 'Taken' in their due time, those Seven Souls - Harry, Daphne, Hermione, Amelia, Susan, Rita, and The Grand Lady of Hogwarts – Death was Commanded to NEVER touch, neither them nor their Descendents, on into the Eternities forever more!
With that business done, the small group walked out of the Ministry, Documents in Hand. And encircling One Wizard, who was both Brave and Merciful, yet didn't really want the 'Gifts' he'd be bestowed, though he'd volunteered for that job in the 'Long Ago' before life had even existed. It was seen in his heart that he didn't want that job but it had to be done, but not for his own glory but for that of his Father.
After having left the Ministry and Gringotts, each of them were wearing their House Rings, Daphne and Hermione wearing the rings of their own Houses through their inheritance – the House of Slytherin and the House of Hufflepuff, Hermione, though, most proudly. She clearly recalled all the times she'd been called that most derogatory of names - Mudblood! - by Draco Malfoy both in private and in public and it'd hurt her to the core. But now, all she had to do was to hold up her hand upon which that most precious of Family Rings was sitting and ALL doubts would be not just quieted, but erased! She was very knowledgeable, magically powerful, immortal like Rowena, and Married to Harry, not to 'the boy-Who-Lived', but to Harry, just Harry!
She was happy.
Amelia, Susan and Rita were wearing on their ring finger, the Ring of the House of Potter and that of Hogwart's itself – a Founder's Ring, showing that they each were the living Vassals of a Founder. Their Social Status would be Immense, especially for Rita Skeeter, one Muggle Born witch who'd had to talk and scrape her way up and into the Magical Society by using her own wits and charm, and sometime, having to give of herself, though she never wanted to. Now, she didn't have to do any of that. The stories would be coming to her, mainly for others to gain 'favor', Social Favor, from her. Otherwise, all she'd have to do would be to 'ask' about the rumors she'd heard and her sources would 'spill'.
Susan, as lovely a young woman as she is, would be the envy of the School, but, she had no need of that, she had her Liege Lord who was the love of her life.
Amelia, the Director of the DMLE, her case was special. Now, in addition to the ones she has pursued and arrested and convicted, her status as the Vassal of Lord Potter-Hogwarts, the Boy-Who-Lived, but of one of the Heirs of the Founders of Hogwarts, she would be 'handled' most carefully by the Minister as well as the Wizengamot! Lucius Malfoy, the crooked Death Eater he was, was now so far below her Social Status that all of his 'swaggering' around, all of his gold, was no match to her. She could out duel and out spend him any time. She was now considered 'untouchable' to him. Harry would go after Lucius using all the resources, gold and ghosts and the entire magical power Hogwarts had at it's command, and having Rowena, the Grand Lady of Hogwarts by her side, Amelia was now 'at ease'.
All six of the women were well loved by Harry, hence, they all walked by his side, in front and behind him, in no particular order, whenever they were out in public.
Harry turned to Amelia and Daphne, "I'd like to go back to the Castle and talk with Mum and I want all of you with me. Rita, I do think it'd be in our best interest if you could write up a column explaining what's happened with each of us, our inheritances and Social Designations. Include everything that went on in Ragnok's' office. Don't leave anything out. If you have any trouble let us know and we'll pay your publisher a 'visit', a kindly one, if you know what I mean."
Rita smiled, "Harry, my dearest, I'll do that. I'll have no trouble getting my column published even though Horace knows of this information, he'd know about it sooner or later, but, I'll talk with him to let him know how serious this is, for your benefit, my Lord. In case he might do something stupid."
"For you, my Lord, I'd do anything!" She leaned over and kissed him, right there in the middle of Diagon Alley!
"I'll be off to write up my column, dear, if that's ok with you. Then, I'll catch up with all of you. You do know, don't you, that when the Daily Prophet comes out tomorrow morning, this information will be Official and it'll turn our World upside down?!"
Rita was smiling, and looking into Harry's beautiful Emerald Green eyes.
Longingly.
Hungrily.
"Yes, my dear, I'm aware of it, and don't forget to include how we got here and who and what we all had to stand up to at the Castle. Leave nothing out, just print the truth, with our Magical Oaths attached. I want the Magical World to know everything."
"Are you sure about this, Dear?" It was Amelia speaking. "We don't really know just how the Magical World will take all this. Some may feel uncomfortable, others may have a more negative reaction."
"I'm aware of that aspect, Amelia, but I just am tired of hiding and being afraid. Others can just accept us for what we are, or leave us alone, or, . . ," Harry never did finish that last thought. They all knew they would be defended by their Husband and Liege Lord, they'd all stand by his side no matter the cost."
"What it comes down to is standing up for what you believe, for the truth." Harry looked at his precious, loving Rita. "Dear", he said, holding her hands in his, "When I choose you, I choose well, and I've never, not Once, ever regretted it." Harry leaned into Rita, kissed her gently on her lips. Pulling away from her he said, "This evening, I desire you, in your bed, if you'll allow me that wonderful privilege."
Rita smiled at her Liege Lord and now Husband, tears beginning to form in her beautiful eyes. Nodding her head in the affirmative, "Yes, Oh, my Liege Lord, Yes. You never have to ask my permission for that privilege. At my place, in my bed anytime after I get my column done, I'll be awaiting you."
Rita walked into her office and began the long process of pulling out all her articles, notes and lists of names she had accumulated over time that pertained to Harry. She sat down and started her dictaquill, dictating to it, speaking her thoughts and her vast, extensive memories of her Liege Lord from her very earliest Memories she had of him. She even included Harry's life with his Parents: James and Lily and what they'd accomplished – Facing the Dark Lord Voldemort, along with the Lord and Lady Longbottom, THREE times! A feat that was unprecedented, that is, till Harry came along!
There, Rita sat, speaking all of her memories up to this very day and what had transpired at Gringott's.
She even included Harry's seat on the Goblin Council! She knew, without even asking, that THAT one point alone, would be the defining point that would divide the Dark Families from the Light Families.
Long into the evening she sat, composing her article that would eventually take up the entire Paper, along with photographs, both Wizarding and Muggle. She included his previous life, how he was raised, by whom, why, and most of all, the betrayal of one Albus Dumbledore and what he'd become and had given up all in his quest for Power and REVENGE!
She'd described Harry's place in their world, how he'd come to be here, and most importantly – WHY!
The Prophecy given in Harry's previous life was given in it's fullness, for it was still residing in the Department of Mysteries, in the Hall of Prophecy's. What no one had ever considered asking nor thinking of, was 'where' that prophecy came from. True, Sybil Trelawney Spoke it, but Where did she get it? What was it's source? It was here that Rita Explained it all just as Rowena Spoke it there in Ragnok's office in Gringott's Bank.
She explained the existance of the two Dark Creatures, Voldemort and the Demon called 'Albus Dumbledore', that they were still 'here' and would soon return to face and try to defeat Harry, the Leader of the Light, Who'd wielded ALL the Magical Power that Hogwarts could Produce from it's Lodestones and then some, all resourced through The Grand Lady of Hogwarts herself.
Rita showed Photos of the very footprints where they all stood on that eventful day. And, she showed photographs taken from the Memories of those present. Wizarding Photographs showing exactly what had happened, who was present.
Rita's article, extensive as it was, named Names, events, places where things happened, what was said and by whom. What was left unsaid, but implied, was that everything that was in the Article would be good enough to be used in front of the Wizengamot as evidence against those accused!
Bribes, Dark Marks, useage of Dark Items like the Blood Quill on Harry and other students previously, those who supported Voldemort even without the Mark, would be now out in the open.
All secrets would now be reveiled.
By morning, when the paper would be in the hands of the public, the Rats would be running for their lives. The Wizarding Public would be up in arms, brandishing Pitchforks and Burning Torches and Brandishing weapons of every sort.
And at the center of it would be – Harry.
And the women who swore their lives to stand by him – no matter what!
As Rita was composing her extensive article, which, by the way, took up the entire issue of The Daily Prophet, Horace sat in his office, watching her. She'd been there for several hours, much longer than she normally would be.
And this worried Horace.
He knew some of what she was writing, due to him going to the Records office at the Ministry and talking with Connie, but little did he know that Rita knew he'd been there and what trouble Connie had been in and just how close to death she'd been to. All because Horace had wanted information.
Horace got up and walked over to Rita's desk at which point Rita slammed shut her office door, denying Horace any more information till she gave him her finished copy. But, she did give him a 'bone', not THAT kind, mind you! After all, that part of Rita's life is over. She's not that kind of a woman, not anymore. She doesn't have to play 'their' games, instead, others' have to 'play' Her game!
Leaning out of her office, "Oh, Horace, my article will be taking up the entire issue of The Daily Prophet. I just want to give you advanced notice, and, it'll be twice the number of pages. Just be prepared." With that said, she slammed shut her office door and continued dictating to her dictaquill, copies of photos magically attached to the appropriate place in the article as it was being written.
After she'd completed the article, she gathered it all up and walked over to Horace's desk. "Here you go, Horace. I want you to headline tomorrow mornings' Edition with the heading:
Harry Potter – Past, Present and Future!"
"And, Horace, don't leave anything out. If you do, I'll know about it and you'll be having 'visitors' of the type you'll not want, if you read my article in it's entirity."
"But, Rita, an Entire Issue!? That's never been done!"
Turning to face Horace, she said but three words: "Just Do It!"
With that said, and done, and Horace put into his 'place', she walked away, swaying her bum in just the right way, to let him know just Who IS Boss!
Horace slammed down on his desk his copy of tomorrow's Prophet, muttering, "That Bitch! That self centered, self important Bitch! After making my life a living hell, . . . , not even Death Eaters are THIS much trouble!"
Rita was sashying away, talking quietly to herself, "Now, to get back to my apartment and claim my Reward from my Liege Lord! I'm gonna be so ravished tonight I won't be able to walk straight in the morning! And I'm gonna enjoy every bit of it." She'd heard what Horace said and she didn't care. She knew what she had, and who's going to be 'having' her from now on, which is what she dearly wanted. As she continued walking out, teasing Horace with the 'way' she walked, she had the biggest smile on her face.
The Article – Part 1
Harry and the Ladies, except for Rita who was at her office in The Daily Prophet, writing up the article for the next days' Paper; They returned to Hogwarts and went directly to their Suite of Rooms on the Top Floor. It'd been a rather long day, especially talking with Ragnok. Harry took a shower and relaxed some. He wanted to talk with Daphne about what they'd learned. And, he needed to somehow, defend or present his newly acquired body as not being 'Dark'. The Ladies, too, had that same thought to consider.
"Daphne, we need to talk about what we've all learned today at the Bank. Something tells me what with our newly acquired 'aging' process or whatever you'd call it, people might take all this in the wrong way."
Daphne walked over to Harry and sat down beside him, placed her hand on one of his knees. "Dear, let me talk with my Mum, first. Let me tell her what's been going on here with all of us and try to get her to understand our position. Maybe, if I talk to her, 'woman to woman', it'll be easier on her."
"You want to invite her over here? She can come through the Floo."
"Sure, but, first, I think you should, no, scratch that. Maybe Amelia. Hey, Amelia, come over here, we need you."
Amelia was getting 'comfortable' when she heard her name called out. Thinking of the events of this morning, she was down to her 'bare necessities' when she strolled over and stood in front of Harry and Daphne. "You two see anything you like, dears?" She looked at them both and licked her lower lip and winked.
"Amelia!" Daphne said. "You're just like Susan, can't wait to get laid by Harry!"
"Of course! Why not? We're all home now and there's only family here."
"I need to have my Mum come over so I can talk with her, woman to woman. Our Harry is worried about how the general Magical Population will take how we've aged and inherited. I'd like for my Mum to talk with my Dad. He's on the Wizengamot, and he's one of the few Light Wizards on the Wizengamot. I don't want either of my Parents have all this thrown at them with no preparation. It'll be difficult enough when they see tomorrow's Daily Prophet."
Amelia frowned a bit, "Ok, I see your point. I'll get some robes on, cover up what you both are drooling over and give your Mum a Floo Fire call." Amelia bent over and kissed Daphne on her lips, as well as Harry, too. 'Cept, she reached down and fondled his bits some. "I'm gonna be getting these tonight, Dearie, so we'd all just better make sure ONLY family is here or they'll be getting an eye full!" She looked at Daphne, "You can join us, if you want, or any of the others, for that matter. I'm more horny than Susan was this morning!" She turned and walked back to the bedroom, swaying her hips Very suggestively for Harry's benefit, and got dressed, again.
Harry shook his head, "I must have done something right, somewhere. I just don't know what I've done to deserve all six of you lovely and desirable women."
Daphne kissed her husband, caressed his leg. "Don't worry, Dear. Once the witches of our world get an eye full of you, they'll ALL be on your side. You know Rita can write a good article about you." She leaned over and french kissed Harry. "I think I'll take Amelia up on her offer and Join you both. I'm never one for turning down sex with you, or with the others!"
The floo fire roared to life as a call was coming through the fireplace at the Greengrass residence home of Lord Nicholas Greengrass and his wife, Lady Cynthia Greengrass. Lord Greengrass is a Clothing Mogul, making and selling clothing in both the Muggle and Magical Worlds.
After answering the call, their House Elf went to Lady Greengrass. "There's a call for you Lady Cynthia Greengrass, on the Floo. The Lady, Amelia Bones wants to talk with you, misses."
"Lady Greengrass, this is Madam Amelia Bones, from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of which I'm the Head. May I talk with you, please?"
Cynthia raised one eyebrow in surprise. She had NO idea why the Head of the DMLE would have business with her. "I suppose so, Madam. You may come on through."
Cynthia stepped aside, allowing Madam Bones to enter the Greengrass Estate.
"Welcome to Greengrass Estate, Madam Bones. It's definitely a surprise to have you here. My Husband, Lord Nicholas Greengrass is a member of the Wizengamot and he's mentioned some concerning your investigations, though to tell you the truth of the matter, I have no idea or information on the matter." Cynthia Smiled some at the Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Cynthia's Conscience was clear as was ALL of her dealings.
"Well, this may take some time, so I do hate to intrude upon your hospitality, but could we sit down and have some tea and biscuits? Please? I have some information for you, that I feel you have a need to know."
Cynthia was about to say something when Amelia placed her hand upon Cynthia's hand, in comfort. "Please, it's nothing to worry about. Due to the situation, I felt it was best that you hear it from me, first. In the end, your family will be very pleased."
Cynthia was worried, but held herself in. All she could think was that it concerned either her husband's business on the Wizengamot or with his clothing business, the later of the two was as boring and 'non productive' as you could get. Though he did get herself and their daughters the best clothing that both worlds had to offer. Their daughters were always pleased, afterall, what woman wouldn't want to go shopping almost for free? Cynthia was smiling at that thought. But, if it wasn't about Nicholas, then, then, . . . , Oh. My Gawd!
"DAPHNE ! ! !"
Cynthia – the Lady Cynthia Greengrass started shaking so much so that it became very noticeable to Madam Bones.
"Please! Daphne is a good Witch! She's not Dark nor has she gone around with the other Dark Families! Please, Don't take her! I'll – I'll do anything for you!"
"Relax, Lady Greengrass. She's not in any trouble. Quite the contrary, she's in the best of situations and she's had to make some decisions on the spur of the moment that were for all the best. Please, let me explain, before she comes in to see you."
"Let me start from the beginning. Do you and your husband remember when the Potter family were attacked and killed?"
"What! What does THAT have to do with my daughter?" Cynthia was nervous, again.
"I have to start somewhere and this is just a beginning. I want to tell you everything."
"Do you remember when the Potter boy, he was fifteen months old, and was left an orphan and was adopted by the Headmistress of Hogwarts? Dame Minerva McGonagall."
Nodding her head in understanding, she asked, "Dame?"
"Yes, that's a rather long story, but she was knighted by the Queen for her services. I'll tell you that, too, as its all a part of this. It's all going to come out in the Daily Prophet in the morning, so I, we, all thought it'd be best if you heard it from us, first. We've nothing to hide from you."
"ok, then, so, tell me everything, and I mean everything. If it concerns my daughter, I want it all. Hold nothing back."
"Ok, first off, Cynthia, your daughter, Daphne, lived a previous life, here, with your family. In that life, she was married to Lord Harry James Potter-Hogwarts, and at this point, just to make it somewhat simple, he holds more titles than just those two. He fought the Dark Lord, Voldemort on the grounds of Hogwarts with your daughter standing beside him. He had more people, witches, beside him, but for right now, that's the simple story. Voldemort, in this previous life, lost that fight and died. He was created and controlled by his Master, whom we all know as Albus Dumbledore, who was in actuality a Demon from Hell. Harry also defeated that Demon, but at a very high cost. He required all the magic from Hogwarts and it was given to him, but still, in that previous life, Harry succeeded in defeating his two opponents but at the cost of his own life. One of the witches who helped him was the Grand Lady of Hogwarts. Previous to this, she was known only as a theory, a legend, something supposedly left over from the days of the Founders themselves, but until that time, it was never proven, that is, until Harry came to Hogwarts."
"Wait, wait!" Cynthia got up and paced the floor, turning to look at Amelia, "You mean to tell me that this cock and bull story that you're telling me, this, , , This piece of dragon shit of a story that sounds like something that that Skeeter woman writes in the Daily Prophet, concerns MY DAUGHTER!"
Cynthia had lost all of her elegance, her composure, and her manners. Anger was a kind word as to how she felt towards Amelia.
Amelia got up and faced Cynthia, not in anger, but in calmness. "Cynthia, I'm telling you the TRUTH! So far, every word I've said is true!"
"I know, for a FACT!"
"How do you know? How do you expect me to believe even ONE WORD of this piece of shit story that you're shoveling at me and expect me to swallow it?"
Amelia walked over to face Cynthia, almost nose to nose. She took Cynthia's hands in hers, "It's true, because I'm one of those Witches who stood next to Harry, in his first life, when he was fighting for his life and our freedom!"
"I was THERE!"
"And, I've got the memories to prove it!"
Cynthia just stood there, speechless. Here, she was looking and listening to the Head of the DMLE, the Prosecutor in the Magical World, the one witch who knew the law. She just HAD to believe her.
"Can you prove anything you've been telling me? Just any part of it would help."
"I'm one of six witches who are bound to our Liege Lord, Harry James Potter-Hogwarts. He's the adopted son of the Headmistress of Hogwarts and she knows ALL of this. Every word I'm telling you."
"You say all six of these witches are bound to him?"
"Yes, two are married to him. Your daughter is the Lady Daphne Greengrass-Black and is a DIRECT descendent of Lord Salazar Slytherin and has inherited that Title and House, and she's the Lady of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, and his second wife is Hermione Jane Granger-Potter, the Lady of the Ancient, and as of the first of this month, the Most Noble House of Potter. In addition to those two, he has three other witches who are his Vassals. Me and my Niece and Rita Skeeter. We three have voluntarily bound ourselves to him of our own free will and choice!"
Cynthia just collapsed down in one of the chairs, all the fight left her. Looking up at Amelia, "Tell me, please, is Daphne ok? I mean, she's just too young."
"Yes, she's ok, but, she's not her young self that you sent off to Hogwarts, yesterday. She's been advanced to her normal age of eighteen." Here, Amelia sat down beside Cynthia and began. "Cynthia, when Harry was dying that first time, the Lady Hogwarts was asked by your Daughter and Hermione, Harry's two wives, to save him. They KNEW she could do it, but the Lady Hogwarts was reluctant, but your daughter and Hermione, together, pushed her to do it, to save Harry. And, she did. She sent them, us, including Harry, back in time, to our present time, so Harry and us Witches could have another chance at life, but we're, here, younger than we were then. Still, we have our older, mature spirits contained within these younger bodies, at least your daughter, Daphne and Hermione and the others do. Harry included."
"Look, all of this will be in the Daily Prophet tomorrow morning. Rita Skeeter will be, or has already written up, the entire story. She's leaving nothing out. She's giving the entire story, including the very beginning of Harry's life. She's naming names, dates, places, what people have done, the entire story. I just wanted to come by and tell you, so you won't be blind-sided. Daphne now has the body of an eighteen year old Witch with the Magical Documents to back it up."
Amelia held on to Cynthia's hands, to give her that human touch. "Cynthia, she's still your daughter, nothing about that has changed and she still loves you, Nicholas her father and Astoria."
"Tomorrow morning, when you and the entire Magical World read the story, you're going to be very proud of her. Oh, I almost forgot, she has advanced your Houses' Standing to 'Most Noble'. You should be getting a letter from both the Ministry and from Gringott's. That'll increase your Houses' Investment portfolio dramatically."
"Amelia, I – I've got to have some time to get used to all of this. It's just been too much, too quickly for me to process and understand. I hope you understand my poor reactions to your visit. I don't mean to be ungrateful or anything negative like that. It, it's just too much. When Nicholas hears about this, it'll bring a lot of political changes and he's going to be up to his neck in it."
"I know, Cynthia, I know. I'll be right there in the middle of it. Have him come by and see me, privately, if he wants. Just tell him, that there's nothing for him to fear because Daphne's protected by Harry and all of his allegiances he has."
"Allegiances?"
"Yes, No one else knows what I'm about to tell you, Cynthia, so please, keep this to yourself. Whatever you do, don't tell a soul, not even your husband, even though he's on the Wizengamot. Harry, your son in law, has been offered a seat on the Goblin Council, by none other than Ragnock himself and Harry accepted it! I know, because I was there. Harry, at first, didn't want to accept it, but, he did and it was all because of the advice that YOUR daughter, Daphne, gave him! You and your husband should be very proud of Daphne. She and the other five witches, including myself, keep Harry on an even keel. We all love him so very much and we intend on keeping him happy – in EVERY way!"
Cynthia raised an eyebrow at that last statement, but kept quiet.
"Look, I've got to go. It's getting late and Harry and the rest are at our apartments at Hogwarts. If you have any questions or just want to talk with me, or Daphne, or Harry, please, give us a floo call or send one of your House Elves. We'll all give you of our time."
Amelia got up and was walking over to the fireplace to floo out when Cynthia walked with her. Amelia turned to say her goodbye's when Cynthia took hold of her hands and drew Amelia to herself and hugged her. "Take care of my Daphne, please, will you?" Cynthia's eyes were tearing up and Amelia just gave her another hug and a smile. "I'll look out for her, but, she's Harry's First Wife. I just wanted you to know that. She's very special to him for that reason."
"Ok, I appreciate you telling me all this, in advance, and I will keep Harry's secret until it gets out and becomes public knowledge."
"You're very welcome, Cynthia. And Harry and I and the rest of us, we all appreciate your discretion."
Cynthia nodded her head in the affirmative.
With that, Amelia Flooed off and out back to her apartments at Hogwarts.
The Article – Part 2
It was very late when Amelia got back to their Apartment. All the ladies were busy getting ready for bed.
"Where's Harry?" Amelia asked.
"He's over at Rita's place. After she finished writing her article for tomorrow's Daily Prophet, she went directly there and waited for Harry. They had made that arrangement prior to our leaving the Bank this afternoon." It was Hermione talking.
"I've talked with Daphne's Mother and she's ok with what's happened. I told her that the entire events will be in tomorrow's Paper and to read it. I also asked her to keep our confidences about everything we've talked about, especially what may not be in the paper, like for instance, Harry being offered a seat on the Goblin Council."
"Yea, that's gonna create a firestorm when and if, the Ministry ever finds out."
"That falls under the 'no shit' category and I'll be in the middle of it."
Amelia sat down and took off her robes and shoes to relax her feet some. She was very tired.
Looking at Hermione, she said, "Hermione, starting tomorrow morning, when that article gets out we're all going to have to make choices as to where we all stand, other than beside our husband and Liege Lord, that is. Especially when it gets out that Harry is a sitting member of the Goblin Council. The Minister will want to know everything and Lucius Malfoy will be there prodding Fudge to get Harry to tell all and that's just not right! We're going to have to make a decision and that applies especially to me. I may eventually have to leave my job or suffer being tossed into Azkaban!"
Amelia was beginning to be afraid now, and Hermione felt it.
"Come here, sweetie." Hermione was wearing a pair of her shortie pajamas and sat down beside Amelia, wrapping her arms around Amelia.
"We will all stick together. What we're going to be facing is no different than when we faced Voldemort and that Demon. This is not that complicated. People who will be giving us a difficult time are just afraid of what they just don't understand. It's all happening so quickly for many who might choose to be against us, they just may not understand. You do know, don't you, how much of an idiot that Fudge is, don't you?" Hermione looked at Amelia, rubbing her nose with her own.
"Well?" Hermione asked.
Nodding her head in the affirmative, "Yes, he's quite the idiot, especially listening to Lucius.
"Good, glad to hear you say that."
"Oh, Hermione, not to change the subject, but, what about your parents? Have they been told about what's happened? To you, your changes? I don't want them blind-sided. You mean too much to our Harry and to me, to all of us."
"Yes, they've been told. Harry went to see his Mum after we got here and his Mum thought it'd be best if they heard it from her, first. They've met Minerva and are very comfortable with her and believe her. It took quite a long time, many questions were asked and they were all answered. The best part was their being elevated to 'Most Noble' Status. Minerva also had to explain that to them and tell them of the financial advantages that means to them. All they were really concerned with, though, was my welfare and if I was ok."
"Good. Good. I was worried. I was willing to go see them and talk with them if no one else had. I'm still willing to go, though, if you and Harry and Minerva want."
"No, no, please, Amelia. Don't go. You're tired and exhausted. Please, stay home now, get a shower, and rest. I don't know when or if Harry will be getting back here tonight, but He said he will return by morning breakfast, at the latest."
"Oh, ok. I was looking forward to cuddling up with him this evening. I need someone tonight. Real bad."
Hermione stood up, and took Amelia's hand in hers. "Come on, Sweetie, come on to bed with me. You and I can snuggle up together along with anyone else who wants to join us." Hermione looked around for Rowena. "That includes you, Rowena. Come on now."
There, beside the two women, Rowena appeared, very quietly. "I was hoping one of you would ask for me, I didn't want to intrude."
Hermione took one of Rowena's hands and Amelia took the other and together, the three women went to bed. Daphne and Susan were already in bed, snuggled up with one another.
Evening was upon Hogwarts and it found the Headmistress in her office. The Wards had indicated to her that all of her son's wives and only two of his Vassals had returned. Earlier that evening, Hermione had come to her and told her all that'd happened at Gringott's. Minerva had smiled to herself when she heard of her son's composure and comportment in the face of such massive changes to his life. 'He's still a Lion at heart and I guess he always will be.' Minerva walked around her office, some of which lead to her own private quarters,mainly for her own convenience. Looking out of the windows, she could see in the twilight the extensive grounds. They were very beautiful, like the grounds of many of the Muggle Estates. The flower beds were in full bloom and their fragrances were intoxicating.
Minerva just stood there.
Something was 'different'.
Then – it dawned on her. It was the flowers! She looked around from her vantage point and for the first time, noticed the very extensive beds of flowers! Flowers of such beauty, of so many varieties, and they were all in bloom! Even this late in the Season, September, they should all have bloomed out, but, they weren't.
"Whoever planted all of these flowers and designed the beds' layout had extensive knowledge. Maybe it was Pomona, I've got to congratulate her, though she could have talked with me, first." Minerva didn't even realize that she was speaking out loud, till a voice, a woman's voice replied.
"Thank you for your approval of the flowers here at my home, Minerva. You can thank your son, Harry, for giving me the impetus for bringing them here." It was Rowena.
"I recall the times, in my, our, previous life, how there were no Flowers here, when Albus was the headmaster. I'd never gave it a thought, really. But, looking around, now, I see what all had been missed, and truth be told, I like it better, here." Minerva turned around and smiled at Rowena. "You've done us all so much good. You've given us all so much, I, I just don't know what to say. Without you and your assistance, I dread to even think of what my, our, life would have been like otherwise."
Rowena reached over to her mother in law, taking her hands in her own, she looked into Minerva's eyes. "I do think it was a combination of all of us. Each of us contributed a part in what we've all got now. And I want to thank you for your approval for my flowers here in our home. I've always liked them, deep down, but, I never had the ability to make those changes and bring them here, till your son helped me."
"I've noticed that for some reason, it all comes back to Harry."
"Always Harry."
"I've wondered 'why', and I just can't seem to come up with an answer that seems even half way plausible."
"Speaking of my son, how is he? I've felt, through the Wards, that he's not back yet, but that all but one of his wives and Vassals are, though. Is he alright?"
Nodding her head, Rowena gave Minerva the answer she already knew, in her heart. "Yes, he's just fine. He's with Rita, at her place, for now. After we all left Gringott's, they made plans to go to her place after Rita wrote up her article for the Daily Prophet about Harry. Harry wanted it done to uncover his entire life with nothing hidden. The only thing he didn't want told about was the offer that Ragnok made to Harry, extraordinary as it was."
"Oh? What was it, if I may inquire?"
"Ragnok gave Harry a Seat on the Goblin Council. He, your Son, is the very first Wizard to ever hold such a seat and it's the best that any Goblin can offer a Wizard. Harry is now trusted by them, completely."
"Why did Ragnok make that offer?"
"Well, it comes back to you and what you did for your son. You never withdrew any gold from his accounts, not even the first copper knut! That – plus you'd saved for him his inheritance of the three deathly hallows, which, by the way, made Harry the 'Master of Death', as Ragnok explained it to Harry. Ragnok watched Harry's reactions and all Harry wanted upon being told of his new Title and all that came with it, the political and military power of conquering and subduing others, of Command, all Harry wanted, was in and of itself, Most Extraordinary. And, completely selfless." Rowena shook her head in wonderment.
"What was it Harry did? You've got me curious."
"He asked Ragnok, he asked the chief of the Goblin Nation, this Goblin who'd given this One Wizard the Power to Command Armies, who could subdue entire Nations and bring the Goblins back to the Head of where they once were and subdue every Wizard, Muggle and Magical to the feet of the Goblin Nation, all that your son wanted -
Your Son asked if he could talk with his birth Parents!"
"Nothing else crossed his mind!"
"I KNOW, because I looked into his mind and that's all, ALL, that I could see. Nothing else was there, nothing was hidden!"
Rowena took Minerva's hands in her own gentle soft hands and held them and looked deep into Minerva's eyes. "Your son was raised in love – by you. All those times, those days that you held him and looked into his eyes and told him with your heart that you loved him was what he needed to hear. And he's remembered those times, every one of them, Minerva. You once said, you said that 'He who rocks the Cradle, Rules the World', well, you were then and are now, correct! Absolutely Correct! Harry COULD have ruled the World, in it's entirety but chose NOT to! He didn't even choose wealth!"
"I never knew that I had such an effect on him. All I wanted to do was to be a Mum to him. All I wanted was to BE a Mum, that's all. I held him when he was small and cared for him, protected him and many were the nights that I just sat in my rocking chair and held him to my bosom, singing to him."
Minerva turned her head to look out of the window to see the beautiful flower beds.
Tears were running down her gentle cheeks, tears of happiness for her Son. "That's all I ever really wanted! To love someone and feel them against me." Tears were streaming down her most gentle cheeks. Minerva was overcome with emotion.
Rowena placed her hand on one of Minerva's shoulders, "That not all that he did this afternoon."
Minerva turned, slightly, to look at Rowena. "There's more?!"
Nodding her head in the affirmative, she explained. "You son gave to Each of us, his wives and vassals, explaining that we were his WIVES, all of us, six of us, the sum of one million galleons for our investment accounts, and if that weren't enough, he authorized Ragnok to transfer to our own personal accounts the sum of one hundred thousand gold galleons on the first of every month. Permanently!"
Minerva was speechless!
"Harry also came into his Inheritances today."
Minerva turned her head to Rowena, "I was expecting that, but not this soon."
"To sum it all up, Harry has inherited from Godric Griffindor and from my name sake, Rowena Ravenclaw, two of the Founders of this Institution, this School. Daphne inherited from Salazar Slytherin, but, the most surprising inheritance came through Hermione."
"Oh? How can that be? I don't understand."
"Hermione came through a very long line of Squibs, directly from the House of, get this, Helga Hufflepuff! Helga and Godric, together conceived a child, a boy, who you now know by his 'common' name: Merlin. Both Harry and Hermione have descended from Godric, though on slightly different lines after that. But, Hermione herself is a direct descendent of the Great Merlin himself! In our world, as far as some of you would call it, Hermione is more of a 'Pure Blood' than anyone else in your world, with just a few exceptions, and even those few are her equals, and your son, is one of them."
"I don't know what to say. This is just so much, so quickly. What I'm really afraid of is just how our Ministry is going to take all of this."
Minerva started pacing a little. Turning to Rowena, "And how are those Dark Families going to take it? It just might redraw the lines of opposition."
"I'll look into this for you and Harry and let you know what I find. Starting here, among the students, mainly in Slytherin House will be a good start, but, that's all I can do till I get more information."
"Oh, and Minerva, there's one more last item I want you to be aware of and that's, well, I advanced their growth and maturity some so that they are now of legal age. All six of them. Well, Just Harry, Daphne, Hermione, Susan. Amelia and Rita were ok."
Minerva raised an eyebrow at that statement. "Oh?" She smiled some.
"I do hope the Greengrass's and Granger's took it in stride."
"Oh, they're all aware of the changes and developments. They'll be reading the paper in the morning."
"Minerva, many changes have occurred and will be occurring so just be calm and all will work out fine. You may also want to give Harry, Daphne, Hermione and Susan a chance to take both their OWLS and NEWTS together or as one exam, you'll find that they already know all the material since their memories are back in full force. This way, with Madam Marchbanks' approval, they'll be more 'accepted'"
"I will, in the morning, I'll contact her and arrange some kind of meeting and testing for them. They can then proceed on to their Masteries in their chosen subjects. Maybe,in a few years, they can be teachers here, or something like that, with more maturity."
"Good. Now, I've got to be going. See you in the morning at breakfast. Oh, I'll be seeing Madam Pomfrey also, so far it seems the 'bun in the oven' here is doing just fine."
Minerva and Rowena hugged one another and Rowena disappeared, leaving Minerva to her thoughts.
The next morning dawned with the sun shinning brightly into the bedroom windows. There, in bed, a double king sized bed were six witches and one young man. Sometime, during the night, whenever that was, Harry and Rita flooed in, sans clothes! For possibly the first time, some one or some ones, went through the Floo network, how shall we say, 'coupled'?! They'd left their clothes at Rita's place after exhausting themselves with making love with one another most of the night. Rita was totally exhausted when coming through the floo, along with Harry and they both just stumbled into the bedroom and fell onto the bed and slept.
Sometime, during the night, Susan found Harry, sans clothes and pulled him up to her and she just mostly laid across him, spreading herself around him and on top of him, giving him complete access to her, just in case he woke up during the night. She didn't want him to go 'without'!
And he didn't! He woke up, sometime, and finding Susan on top of him, her legs spread out on either side of him and he just took advantage of the situation and 'took' her. So, that's how Susan woke up, being make love to by her Husband and Liege Lord and she never complained, instead, she went along with him and finished wrapping herself around him and urged him on, both physically and verbally while the others slept.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you, too, Susan." Harry replied, "In every way."
"Two down, four to go, lover." Susan said, between breathes being with Harry.
"What do you mean?" He panted out.
This evening, you screwed Rita and now, Me! That's two of us, you've got to screw the other four of your wives, otherwise, their gonna be feeling left out!" Susan Grinned. She loved doing this to him.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of them, if they've not taken care of themselves by now."
"They're waiting for you to take them. They're very patient. They all know you're a very busy man."
"Yea, Busy, taking care of six witches!"
"Complaining?"
"Not on your life, my little wench! And Just for THAT, You're gonna get 'it' some more!"
"Oh, YES! YES!"
Morning came early, or so it seemed for the Potter family. All of them were found asleep in their bed, all atangle in arms, legs and bodies in different positions. Harry and Susan were found with Susan sleeping on top of Harry, as usual with two others snuggled up against them. Daphne woke up, and staggered in to the living room. She'd had a dream or so it felt of being mounted during the night, but wasn't sure which one it was on top, either her or Harry. Anyway, she felt great!
Looking at the time, she found that breakfast in the Great Hall would soon be starting so, it was time for the rest of the family to get up and get moving. Time for all of them to make their grand appearance. Talking to herself, "I don't know how the rest of the students here will take it, what with how we now look, being six years older in our appearance does have it's advantages! Daphne padded back into the bedroom, sans clothing, which for all of them is the 'norm'.
Smacking Susan's bum lightly, "come on, sleepy head, time to get up, it's a new day."
"Yea, let me sleep just a few more minutes." Susan groaned out as she tried to burrow back against Harry.
"Nope. We've got to get to breakfast and see what we can do about our classes. We've all played and gotten laid and had a good time, so, time for us to get back to the real world. I want to see what the reactions will be with that article that Rita has about us."
Daphne rubbed Rita's bum and lightly smacked her there to get her going.
Eventually, all of them were up and getting dressed, or trying to. But, Harry got up and saw Daphne walking around in the 'all together' and took advantage of her.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Daphne Squealed out as he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up and took her to their bed.
"What's it look like? I want to enjoy the love and pleasures of my wife this morning."
"You've had plenty last night!"
"Yep, sure did, and I want more!"
Daphne didn't say a word nor complain as she felt her husband lay her on their bed and spread her legs and mount her and thoroughly took her.
It was Susan who laughed. "For a witch who was complaining, I don't hear any more complaints now!"
"I don't blame her, Susan. I wouldn't complain either if it was me being 'taken' like that!" It was Hermione who spoke, standing there, completely nude and watching the pair.
Rowena came up behind Hermione, wrapping her arms around Hermione and pressed herself up against her. "So, you want to be 'taken' this morning, eh?" Rowena whispered none too quietly in Hermione's ear.
Hermione shivered at the feeling of what she knew was going to happen to her. "Yes, oh YES! Please . . ,"
"Please what?"
"You know what."
"Yes, I do, but, I want to hear you tell me what it is you want. I KNOW what I'm going to do with you."
Hermione gasped out some as she felt Rowena's wandering hands on her, caressing her privately as she felt herself being turned around and laid on their bed and felt Rowena on top of her. "I've got you right where I want you!" They began kissing when Hermione wrapped both her arms AND legs around Rowena and began pumping her pelvis up and down against Rowena's beautiful form. It was THEN that Hermione suddenly felt something familiar between her legs, something that would only belong to her Harry, but, it wasn't Harry who was on top of her.
It was Rowena, the Lady Hogwarts!
Hermione looked up into her eyes as she both saw and felt Rowena Raise her hips up and felt herself being penetrated, just like Harry would! Rowena sank herself completely into Hermione and began that age old 'dance' that couples make.
"How are you doing this?" Hermione gasped out loud.
"It's easy if you know just how to alter your body parts to duplicate that of another. Your Polyjuice potion does the same thing, just for a shortened period of time. Why? Do you like it? I know I DO!" Rowena continued to smile as she 'took' Hermione. The two women were looking at each other in the others' eyes.
Hermione felt Rowena penetrate her as only Harry had ever done, and she liked it!
Hermione was now being taken by another and all she could do was wrap her legs and arms around Rowena and hang on for the ride, for she was being 'ridden'!
All the others could do was to just stand there and watch, amazed and smiling.
It was Amelia, Susan and Rita watching all the 'action' that was going on, impromptu as it started, but, still enjoyment and love were all there.
"Do you think Rowena can do that to the rest of us?" Susan had already been laid earlier during the night, but this was something that she wanted to try.
"I don't see why not. I'd like Rowena to take me just like she's taking Hermione." Rita added.
"Hermione needed to be 'taken'. She was getting a little tense and uptight and worried about recent developments. Rowena is just calming Hermione. She'll be ok. Just look at her reactions!" Amelia noted.
"YES! YES! Ooohhhh, Unngghh!" Hermione groaned out as she came, tightening her grip on Rowena. After a rather long while, they both disengaged and Rowena got up off of Hermione and dismounted from her. When she did, the other Witches saw where her clit should have been, was an engorged cock, sticking straight out looking as if it was ready for another 'round'!
Rowena looked at the three, smiling. "Like what you see?"
"Yes!" Amelia, Rita and Susan, all three reached out and touched and began caressing Rowena 'there'. "I don't know if we've got the time this morning, but Could you, sometime, later, use this on me? Please?"
"Sure, eventually I'm going to be with each of you, so, it's just a matter of time." Rowena moved a little closer to Susan and with her one index finger, tilted Susan's head up slightly and continued her thought: "Won't it?"
The meaning was VERY clear to everyone there, especially Susan. "You seem to be the horniest woman here and it'll be YOU whom I'm going to please with THIS," Rowena took Susan's hand and placed it on the cock and held her hand there with her own, "next!"
"What's it feel like?" Susan asked.
"It's modeled just like Harry's."
"Really?"
Rowena nodded her head in the affirmative.
"Of course. He's the only one I wanted it to look like. You approve, don't you?"
"Uh huh." Susan nodded her head in reply.
"Good. I figured that, as much as Harry has 'had' you, you'd like it."
"You're gonna have me, tonight, Rowena."
"I know, Susan, I know!"
Harry and Daphne had finished, sort of, and had gotten up and saw Rowena's 'state'.
It was not lost on Harry.
"Seems like you can give me a hand here, Love, in pleasing these Witches when I'm busy with the others."
"That's the idea, sweetie. But, anytime you want me, just ask and I'll return to my normal appearance." Rowena then retracted herself back to her former, and more normal, appearance, which pleased Harry, and the rest of the ladies.
"Come on, time to get cleaned up and presentable for our appearance in the Great Hall. I want to read what our dear Rita wrote about us all and see the reactions."
Harry walked over to Rita and Hugged her, kissing her on her lips, their bodies pressed up against one another.
Pulling apart, Harry looked at her, "Rita, my love, I trust you. Enough said."