[a/n]A little random sequelizing here HDD#103, yep waaay back.

Harry Does Different CCXCVII

Oaths and Contracts II

Hannah Abbott's engagement to Neville Longbottom assured her already bright career. She opted to start under Madam Rosmerta running The Leaky Caldron. The post-Voldemort world looked good for a member of the Wizarding elite on the winning side. She welcomed the most famous wizard in Britain into her establishment with no fanfare, whispering against the din of conversation "The Greengrasses are in dining room #5. But I think Neville is sidetracking at least one Malfoy."

"Try putting my name on #3." He snarked, pecking her cheek. "I know more than a couple wards. If BOTH can get in before we're done chatting ….hehe…. well, they'll've earned it."

Cyrus Greengrass was an impressive man, from a long line of impressive men. He married an impressive woman, not a trophy wife and he didn't produce trophy wives. His daughters could easily find themselves running the show as it were. He sat, like his wife, while Daphne and Astoria stood, perfect protocol, when the host entered he finished a drink and stood "Duke Potter, I am honored."

"The honor is mine, Count Greengrass." Harry gripped wand arms in the customary form, gave a flower to the Lady, something a tad presumptuous, but nothing compared to his greetings to the sisters whom he kissed with tongue for a full minute before releasing each.

It was Morticia who spoke for the family "We took this meeting, My Lord, understanding you had a contractual commitment with the Weasleys?"

"Ginevra has a gift for speaking foolishly." He semi-explained the truth of the matter "And I will no longer be pursuing her…Just a moment, I need to focus on my warding…there, sorry…To continue. Your family's patterns are rather Dark, sources tell me you would probably contract alternately with Goyle or Malfoy. That is unacceptable."

Lord Greengrass sneered "You do not dictate my other associations, boy."

"Voldemort called me boy too." Harry countered stonily "No, Count, part of any arrangement we make is that I have the right of veto power over any other arrangements you make. As it happens, I know Daphne better from classes than Astoria. Do you young ladies have a preference in the matter? That is if we come to agreement?" That was the start of a long negotiation.

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Harry liked Kingsley as Minister, but the political necessities that landed Umbridge as Speaker of the Wizengamot made his stomach knot. He rose and lit his wand. And waited. And waited. And waited. Then HEM! HEM! HEM! And after legislative business was allowed to drag to a halt until she recognized him "What is it you want, Potter?"

"To have been recognized in a timely manner, Speaker." He began his scolding "Which, let the record show, I was not. And further, to be called as is my proper due."

After about thirty seconds Umbridge ruled "Since the Potter House declines to speak we shall move on."

"Mr. Minister" Harry spoke over her "is it not procedure for the presiding official to address members of the House by their noble title?"

Kingsley frowned at a definite rival for power "Madam Speaker, you are suspended for the day. Please relinquish the chair. Madam Minority Leader Longbottom will assume the chair. IF NECESSARY ENFORCED BY THE SERGEANT-AT-ARMS. Excellent."

"Lord Potter, I yield such time as you may consume." Said Neville's grandmother, to some disfavor. Harry was not universally popular.

Offering a regal bow-of-equals to the two centers of power he gave his prepared remarks "For centuries Potters have been looked to as leaders of the light. Wizards, and witches, who would stand against tyranny and oppression. My family tree, however, is not merely Potter. Dorea my Grandmother was a Black, and though not a direct relation, Sirius Black was my Godfather. The so-called untarnished light has been unkind to both of my bloods. Now all but extinct. I'll not dwell Miss Weasley, Rita Skeeter has covered that quite adequately, I'm sure."

A distinct noise of disfavor came from the former fiancée.

"I believe it was our American cousins who said when life throws you lemons, make lemonade." Noted the young lord with no sign of the bitterness that he was receiving "The law really did a number on me. Keacher my House Elf, reported 1219 assorted marriage contracts to be replied to before a week before my next birthday or I'd be married to everyone. My response, forgive the vulgarity, oh shit. Simple solution. Well, we all know how that went. I sent out a select handful of carefully worded preliminary acceptances."

Coming from the Malfoys "Replacing your little whore with several, Potter?"

"For that insult!" Cyrus was on his feet pointing at the Malfoy box "I demand a duel!" And only seconds later, several other members of the Wizengamot, and their daughters, and sons, were standing as well.

As Speaker-Pro-Tem Augusta ruled "That must be suspended, Count Greengrass. We can handle that tomorrow. Meanwhile, Duke Potter has the floor I believe."

"The remainder of my announcement will be brief, Madam Speaker." Harry addressed the chair then "First, my personal marriages. By law, I must take two wives for my Moste Ancient and Moste Noble Families of Black and Potter. They will be Susan Bones and Astoria Greengrass. Events in my life would have allowed me to restart BOTH a Gryffindor and a Slytherin bloodline, we shall see. Last, I am authorized to announce that my future sister-in-law is betrothed to Percival Weasley. Take a good look around you, people. The Dark, Light and Grey Alliances are going to be gone in a generation. Anyone who really saw Voldemort for who he was will know one key fact that he demanded absolute loyalty without offering any in return. Same was true of Grindelwald."

One elderly witch shouted "What do you know boy!"

"Just a couple last thoughts." Promised Harry, not directly answering the heckle "Look at these couples that have been made. Everyone would've gasped back when I was born. My granddad might've been exposed. Purebloods like to think you breed for power, can you be SURE all of mine came out of my Black and Potter blood and none from my Mudblood Mum?" Harry had used the word deliberately for shock value "Everyone agrees Voldemort was a scary powerful wizard- - - But, hey, knowledge you get yourself really sticks. Don't take my word for it. Rita, babe, I know you're in the audience."

He drew his wand and wrote in five-foot tall firey letters I AM LORD VOLDEMORT then simply flicked and the still alarming name rearranged itself to TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

The Wizengamot waited for him to resume but he didn't speak. Instead, he left the Potter box walked to the Greengrass box, collected both sisters, dramatically offered Daphne to Percy. Then arm-in-arm led Astoria to the Bones box. Harry finally enthroned himself in the Black box with Susan and Astoria on each side. Looking around, he blushed. He was the absolute center of the world.

"Don't you DARE apologize." Both young witches cautioned, squeezing a hand.

Harry merely nodded regally "Madam Speaker I yield back."

The Wizengamot lost their minds. It should be noted in passing Ginny Weasley, had departed early.