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LAST UPDATED: 02-27-2020

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Story Notes: Given it has been FOUR YEARS and almost to the day since I posted on this story, you probably want to reread it. You need to do this anyway given I've done the same thing I've done to Paging Dr. Bell; I've LABORIOUSLY gone through every chapter, did changes, corrections, edits and the like. That being said, if you think going back and editing a story that's long enough to go from Book One to half-way through Book Four of the HP series is easy…it's not. So I'd be shocked if I didn't miss things. That and I've been traying to use the "Read Aloud" function of MS-Word as an editing tool. Again, listening to a story which breaks 400,000 words with this chapter takes a lot of time.

That and as should be obvious by now, my views on the "Harryverse" continue to evolve. This causes me to go back and tweak things. One thing I had done for this story was start First Year at age 12. I've since gone back to 11. If you find things I've missed editing, please PM me. PLEASE DO NOT USE A REVIEW! I answer all the PMs sent me.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO – DEUS EX MACHINA

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ASTRONOMY TOWER, HOGWARTS, SCOTLAND, MARCH 7th, 1997 – EVENING

Harry once again found himself up on the Astronomy Tower. It had become a good place for him to be alone with his thoughts. This of course was also due to him charming a section so he could be unnoticed by prefect patrols, teachers and the endless parade of students coming up for a snog.

He looked out over the Black Lake and felt how it was a good allegory for his situation. On the surface, it was calm and serene. But what lay below? That was his life at the moment. Things had actually been rather serene after all the initial chaos leading up to the new year. Not that everything had been quiet. The Daily Prophet and Teen Witches Weekly issues after his marriage to Katie and then Padma might as well doubled as howlers for all the vitriol they had.

This had been compounded by the fact that he had legally formed consort bonds with Luna and Daphne. In the latter case, after discussion with her parents, Harry had dissolved the concubine bond with the stipulation that her first born (regardless of gender) would be a Potter. Given the genial history between the two families, this hadn't been an issue. It also meant that David Greengrass had a bit more breathing space in the heir department given he had no boys.

He had kept Hermione, Pansy and Parvati under their concubine bonds for various reasons. Even with the trust Harry still felt for his bushy-haired friend, along with the coven bond, Harry wanted the added protection the bond gave him in regard to Hermione. In Pansy's case, he felt it better to keep it a secret to protect her. This applied to Parvati in keeping the scandal she had fallen into quiet.

Then there had been the few Wizengamot meetings since the start of the year. Oh the looks the old lords of the Wizengamot had sent him! Yet glare was about all they could do given the situation. With Voldemort out in the open, even Fudge had seen the need to at least question those who had used the "I had the Imperio used upon me!" defense. This had resulted in quite a few seats being empty or at least have a proxy while the Lord in question was off in some other country on business. Harry had been surprised that given the typical head-in-the-sand attitude of most Magicals, that at least this time the public view was those absent lords were probably guilty of at least collusion if not being out-right Death Eaters.

Harry smirked at the memory. Of course the other reason for the glares was that he was a one-man voting bloc. One which would get worst after people like Neville and Susan hit their majority and could take up their votes without a regent. After decades of a voting stalemate which had required the Light and the Dark factions to woo the Grey neutrals, now Harry could decide which votes went which way and this power would only grow as he made allies. The old lords of the Wizengamot could count and they hadn't like what the tally kept coming up as.

Even so, Harry hadn't made waves during those meetings. He voted as he felt was needed but he didn't introduce any new bills or vote to bring some of the more controversial bills to come out of committee. This had surprised many, both off and on the Wizengamot, but Harry and the coven had felt that it was best to let the coven bonds firm up and not take any drastic actions. That and see what moves, if any, that Voldemort and the Headmaster might make.

Thus it had been a quiet two months.

Not that certain plans and plots hadn't been ongoing. Harry still was keeping an eye out on Ginny whose devotion to "Tom" was still as fanatical as ever. The coven had been very interested on the dirt she'd found. Some of it had been incredible regarding the faculty. While Harry knew Dumbledore had had issues getting a DADA teacher every year, he and the coven had begun to wonder if the Hogwarts faculty was cursed as a whole.

Or was Dumbledore's hiring choices due to having some level of dirt on his staff to help keep things quiet? It had made sense considering what Ginny had dug up. Harry still found it shocking that for the most part, only Sprout and Flitwick were not tainted in some way. Certainly both professors had a mark against them in a similar way. Both fobbed a lot onto volunteers from both Sixth and Seventh years to the professors could focus on their own pet projects. In Sprout's case, Ginny suspected that she made some galleons under the table from certain things grown in the Hogwarts greenhouses. In Flitwick's case, Ginny felt that the Professor's goblin heritage had made him unemployable elsewhere even if Flitwick had been a dueling champion for many years.

That, of course, was minor compared to the rest of the faculty. Ginny had mentioned it in passing back in the Chamber of Secrets, but more in-depth info she provided later brought home the true, sorry state of the Hogwarts faculty. Hooch and Pomfrey had been romantically together since their Hogwarts student days. While some same-sex play was tolerated in school and afterwards, Harry knew a decades long 'affair' wasn't socially acceptable especially for teachers.

While most Divination students guessed Trelawney drank a bit, few knew the depths of her alcoholism. Harry had to wonder if she had to take a special potion to keep her liver functioning when he'd read what the spacey teacher drank on a weekly basis. It certainly contributed to certain students taking advantage of her sexually in her drunken state. Ginny had said some of the younger wizards were perfectly happy just to do it while she was passed out. This made Harry wonder what Pomfrey must think; Trelawney must have gotten some form of STD over the years to say nothing of becoming pregnant. Although with how much she drank, Harry figured she'd miscarry early.

Worst was staid Professor Vector. Mild-mannered arithmancy teacher by day, heroin addict at night. Ginny had been green in the face when she told Harry how she'd found that Hagrid was her contact for her drugs even though Ginny was sure Hagrid had no idea what he was picking up and giving to the witch. Harry wasn't sure about that given Vector rewarded Hagrid with sex for his work. True, Vector just might like freaky sex with a half-giant, but Harry couldn't help but think that not even Hagrid was so dim as not to be suspicious of someone offering sex for something as simple as passing on a package every few weeks.

Hagrid had been around Hogwarts for over 50 years so he had to know more than he let on. Of course he himself, Harry was not at all surprised to learn, got busy with quite a few of the 'misunderstood' creatures of the Forbidden Forest. Harry had been surprised to find this type of behavior included Professor Sinestra who had been having sex with Firenze even before he had become a Divination teacher. This had, in-turn led to the discovery that the history of lusty centaurs wasn't just a myth. Lavender and Parvati had blushingly admitted that they had had some sexual relations with Firenze. Mostly jacking the Professor off though it seemed Lavender's huge bustline was a hit with centaurs as much as it was with wizards. And Lavender and Parvati hadn't been the only witches having some 'extra credit' time with the centaur.

Then there was Madam Pince, keeper of the Hogwarts Library and main contender to ever beat Snape in a sneering contest. Ginny had found that not only was she agoraphobic and paranoid but was into sick shitte like cutting herself. Compounding this was she and Filch would have sex with whips, chains, and other really nasty BDSM stuff. Harry felt that maybe this was the reason Filch always commented about his whips and chains being freshly oiled. He needed an alibi if they were ever actually used on a student as punishment.

Then there was Professor Babbage who liked giving some of her students special after-class extra credit. Babbage would show them how Muggles sex toys were used and let the students practice with them on her. Ginny hadn't found any evidence of it, but Harry was sure that some sort of sexual hanky-panky was going on after Slughorn's parties. Given all the sex going on between Professors and students, Harry really wondered why the faculty didn't have some sort of binding contract to forbid any sex between them and the student body.

Ginny hadn't found anything about McGonagall other than she liked her scotch whiskey, but for the most part, she seemed to be what she projected. A witch married to her job. Of course, given what Professor Sprout had said about her, Harry figured he might throw himself into his job too if his family had been slaughtered by Death Eaters.

Neither she nor the Headmaster had made any overt moves against them. The only burning question was what they had dredged up from their spy spells since it had been pretty obvious that the so-called counseling over Zacharias death (and later Ron and Draco's) was just an excuse for the pair to check what their cat's paws had seen. Whatever they did or didn't see, things had been quiet other than Dumbledore's continued attempts during the pensieve lessons to get Harry to see things his way. Yet even Luna had to admit that Dumbledore wasn't trying to be high pressure about it. A lot of his coven mates wondered if Dumbledore was using Voldemort's lack of any serious moves to work on healing his blighted hand. It certainly made sense to Harry. What's the point of any of Dumbledore's power plays if he wasn't going to be allowed to live to reap the rewards?

Beyond marrying two beautiful witches, January and February had been rather mundane. Even the holiday break had mostly been working on setting up those weddings. Beyond that, Harry and Luna continued to work on coming up with ways to deal with the likes of Percy, Umbridge, her father and the Weasleys. So far, none of the ideas had had the panache they had used on the Twins, Cuffe and Dukelow.

The only truly momentous event had been the formalizing of the coven to the 16 Magicals Luna had foreseen. After the holidays, the coven had added Millie and Lucinda to complete the Slytherin contingent. After some debate, Hermione and Colin had rounded out Gryffindor. That had left only Hufflepuff shy one applicant.

Harry had to admit, the last witch from Hufflepuff had come out of left field.

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HANG YOUR HAT HOSTEL, HOGSMEADE – FEBRUARY 8th, 1997 – AFTERNOON

Harry took down the various wards and spellwork from the room. He thought about calling Dobby or Winky to clean up, but figured the owner most certainly had their own house elf who would be miffed in the extreme to have missed cleaning up the mess he and Rita had made.

Harry shook his head and marveled how the morning had gone. While most of his coven-mates had been out and about shopping and hanging out in the village, Harry had met up with Rita Skeeter. It had been surprising, to put it mildly, when she had written him and asked for a meeting. Harry knew Rita had a stubborn streak and more ego than was good for her. Even so, he had all the cards (and the negatives) to say nothing about knowing her animagus secret. So he'd gone to the meeting with curiosity about what Rita wanted. The consensus in the coven was she wanted to bargain for something or felt she had something she could use to leverage against Harry to get some form of revenge for what he, Luna and Colin had done to her back in December.

Not one person had been correct in guessing that Rita had wanted more freaky sex with Harry reprising his role of the Grimm!

Harry had only agreed for two reasons; it gave him a chance to have sex with her in his human form (after the initial freaky sex, that is) since one was technically sterile while in their animagus form. Given the coven's plan for him to cast his seed as wildly as possible, this was just another opportunity even if Rita's age did work against her being able to bring a baby to term.

The other was Rita pretty much pledged herself to Harry to give him the same sort of insider's knowledge that Ginny and her spying did as long as she got her freak on. So Harry just rode out the squick level and did his duty. Given he'd had sex with Colin a few more times (once to initiate him into the coven and the others due to peer pressure from all the witches who wanted to watch), Harry's bar on what he was willing to do had gotten a bit lower. That and Rita was very enthusiastic during their animagus sex. This was on top of the fact that while in his animagus form, Harry's mind was working on a more primal level and taking a bitch and making her his was just natural and didn't weigh on his canine brain as it might on his human one.

Harry did some spell work on his clothes. As the head of three Houses, Harry had to look the part. And while he'd never want to be seen as a dandy in the vein of Draco or Lucius, he wasn't about to go out and be seen with rumpled clothes.

He'd just finished working on his winter cloak when someone began urgently knocking. Harry frowned at this given he normally had a sense when someone was nearby. Something like a normal wooden door shouldn't have prevented this. Still, focusing now, all he could tell was there was a witch outside who, after only a brief pause, started knocking again.

"Yes?" Harry called out.

"Let me in before it gets away! I've been tracking it for years now and I don't want to lose it again!" The witch in question didn't sound much older than Harry so it was likely she was a Hogwarts student. But what on earth could she be tracking?

From the aura, Harry couldn't get anything other than intense focus as well as impatience. It sort of felt like how Hermione felt when she was tracking down a mystery. Harry shrugged and readied his wand. for aura reading or not, constant vigilance was still in effect. He opened the door only to have to step quickly out of the way as a witch in school robes burst past him.

Harry watched as she began to cast Invenire Coleoptera repeatedly to different parts of the room. Finally, after casting on the window, her shoulders slumped. "Buggering shitte! It got away again!"

The witch spun around and pointed her wand at Harry (almost causing him to curse her), "You! Have you seen a beetle in here? Any beetle. Big beetle, little beetle, cute beetle; I don't care. Beetle; have you seen one?" The witch demanded.

Harry reached out and with his index finger, pushed the witch's wand away from his chest, "Good morning, I'm Harry. Why don't you come in?"

The witch blinked before sheepishly grinning, "I'm doing it again, aren't I? Mum says I just sort of barge in and run the mouth. Heh, heh…yeah. Sorry about that."

Harry just smirked slightly and raised an eyebrow at the now embarrassed witch. She reminded Harry a bit of Lilith in that sort of soft, girl-next-door way. However, her hair was an intense shade of black that made Harry wonder if she was related to the Blacks in some way. She also had hazel eyes which were startlingly similar to pictures Harry had of his father. He couldn't gauge her age; but Harry felt she was probably a Fourth or Fifth Year. Looking at her hips and bust, Harry figured she probably was either an early bloomer or a Fifth Year.

She just looked at him for a bit before her eyes widened, "Oh! Right! Yeah, me. That's what you're asking. Heh, heh, yeah. Marilyn, I'm Marilyn. That's my name. Most don't call me Marilyn even though that's my name. I mean why call me something else when I'm Marilyn? People are stupid. Why are people so stupid? Can't even call me Marilyn."

Harry blinked at the rapid-fire delivery. It was like listening to an ersatz version of First Year Hermione mixed with Fifth Year Luna. "Maybe they don't call you Marilyn because you forget to tell them your name when you barge in on them?" Harry asked delicately.

"What? Oh no; people are just stupid. Why else would the call me Beetle-Girl? I mean sure, I like beetles. Beetles are amazing. Did you know that one in four living things is a beetle? I do! Now you do! Isn't that wonderful?"

Harry couldn't help but blink again, "Wonderful, right…"

The sarcasm flew right over Marilyn's head like…well a beetle. "Yes! Beetles are awesome. Say, you didn't see a beetle in here, right? I've been chasing this beetle since my Third Year. It always gets away! I've set traps, I've set wards, I've even tried to bribe the Divinations teacher with some horrible drink she likes. Nothing! It's like that beetle knows I'm on to it. But I'm not giving up! No! Did you know you can find beetles almost everywhere? Desert, highest mountains, tundra, you name it! You'll find beetles beetling away. But this has got to be a magical beetle and those just don't grow on trees! I'm going to find this beetle and the world will remember the name of Marilyn Wenlock!"

"A laudable goal, but I fear doing so just might work against getting people to not call you Beetle Girl," Harry said dryly. Harry wasn't sure, but he had a suspicion that this witch was a descendent of Bridget Wenlock. Binns had actually mentioned her and he recognized the name from when Luna and Narcissa had been discussing arithmancy back at Grimmauld Place. Given the witch had been known to be rather odd and protective of her works (many lost due to them being written in a type of invisible ink known only to Bridget) Marilyn seemed to be an apple fallen not far from that tree.

Marilyn started digging into her schoolbag draped over her shoulder. She brought out a huge notebook and went over to the dresser and started scribbling notes into it with a Muggle ballpoint pen. She rambled to herself about losing the magic beetle again. Suddenly she stopped, looked over at Harry and smiled a rather dopey smile, "Ohhhh! You're being funny! Heh, heh, yeah. That's what you're doing! Ha! I'm on to you. I'm not stupid! Nope! I may be a Hufflepuff, but I take excellent notes! See?"

Harry looked at the notebook. He did so mostly to humor the odd witch but was surprised to see the pages were filled almost to the edges with equations, notes and diagrams. As Marilyn flipped through the book, Harry was amazed that every page looked like someone had taken Hermione's exam notes from all her years in Hogwarts and crammed them into one book.

"See! I'm not buggy! They call me buggy because they think they're being clever. Nope! People are stupid! But I'm not stupid for being interested in beetles. Did you know that while the modern form of beetle is 230 million years old, the earliest beetles lived as long ago as 270 million years? Whatever finally killed off most of the dinosaurs couldn't kill the beetles. Think about that! 270 MILLION YEARS! Modern humans have only been around for 200,000 years! So many lessons to be learned from beetles!"

Harry knew he probably had a gobsmacked look on his face, but it was hard to keep track of where Marilyn was going. "Well I'm betting it helps being small and armored," Harry said just to have something to say.

"Heh, heh, yeah. They also are one of the few insects that chew their food. Did you know that? No! Because you're stupid! Beetles ARE interesting and have been around for 270 million years! Wait, I said that before. I did say that before, right?" Marilyn asked as she suddenly grabbed her pen to make some sort of edit to an equation on one of the pages in her notebook.

Harry decided it was time to make a quick exit away from the Hufflepuff. It dawned on him that Marilyn was the "Bug Girl" he had heard people make fun of at various times during his time at Hogwarts. He hadn't really listened to the cracks made by the likes of Ron or Seamus, but it was obvious that a lot of what she had been ridiculed for at had not been exaggerated. However as he edged closer to the door, it finally hit him. Beetle. Rita was an animagus beetle. How did he miss that?

"Say, Marilyn. You said you've been looking for this beetle since Third Year, right?" Harry asked.

Marilyn looked up from adding more notes to her book, "What? Oh, heh, heh, yeah. Third year. At first, I thought that maybe it was a beetle brought in from Durmstrang or Beauxbatons, but I spotted it again later in my Fourth Year. I've been tracking it ever since. I almost got it a few times last year after I made my map."

Harry couldn't help but nod to himself. It fit; Marilyn was chasing Rita's animagus form. It fit given all the times she was at Hogwarts during the Tournament and later during the Ministry's libelous attacks on him. But that left an obvious question, "What map? You have a lot of equations in your notebook; are you tracking sightings and trying to predict where it will show up next?"

"Heh, heh, yeah….no," Marilyn said in a flat tone as she began to dig through her school bag again. "No. People who are not stupid, like how I am not stupid, make special maps to find a special beetle. Did you know that some aquatic beetles have a special spine they pierce plant stems with so they can suck oxygen through them like a straw? Hah! If you'd been a beetle, you wouldn't have had to use gillyweed in the Second Task! Heh, heh, yeah; beetles are awesome. And what is as awesome as beetles? The Beetle Tracker 2.0!"

With a flourish, Marilyn brandished a folded parchment which she began to unfold. Harry was shocked to see that it looked eerily like the Marauder's Map. This feeling of shock was compounded when she tapped it with her wand and said, "In the hall or on the wall, show me beetles one and all!"

Harry watched as her map began to fill in just like the Marauder's Map did. Yet instead of students, it was mostly blank. It had, however, various shaded in patches and the occasional blip of a notation of what was apparently the scientific name of whatever beetle was showing.

"Heh, heh; yeah," Marilyn said. "Not too much to see. House elves run a tight ship…or castle to be precise. Let's change venues." She used her wand like a computer mouse. In fact, from the map's name, it was obvious that Marilyn was probably a half-blood and knew her way around computers which had become a lot more common as Harry had gotten older. It was one of the few pieces of technology that Dudley didn't have. Harry used them at the Surrey library over the summer while hiding out from Dudley and the gang.

Harry watched as she scrolled to Hogsmeade. Unlike the Marauder's Map, the only human shown on the map was Marilyn herself. The room they were in was shaded in a color Harry had to assume was from some magical trace of when Rita had transformed and flew off after their tryst to keep her meeting with him a secret.

"So this beetle shows up on this?" Harry asked. That didn't make sense given animagus forms didn't show up on the Marauder's Map. Fred and George had once told him that McGonagall's cat form had been the primary reason they got caught in a lot of their pranks. "And beyond that, why is this a 2.0 version. And beyond that, how did you make this?"

Marilyn looked at him as if he was a cretin. "You are stupid! Of course a beetle is going to show up on old 2.0! And yes, it's my second map. My first one was only the castle and a bit of the grounds. As I said, house elves don't like bugs. I guess with so many beetles liking human food, it's just them protecting our dinner. Did you know there are over 300,000 beetle species? Heh, heh, yeah. Lots of beetles, but not so many in the castle. And how I made it; well duh! I'M NOT STUPID! Why everyone calls me the stupid little beetle girl I just don't know! Have any of them made a map as awesome as this? Heh, heh; yeah…no!"

Before Harry could deny he thought she was stupid, she went back to her tome of a notebook and flipped towards the first third of the book. After she found what she was looking for, she turned the book towards him and slowly flipped the pages. All were filled with equations and diagrams of all sorts along with dozens of runic clusters. "See! Show your work! Heh, heh; yeah. Vector is fussy about that."

"Marilyn; I don't think your stupid. I am just surprised because the map I have supposedly took the work of four wizards…well three at least," Harry said as he realized Pettigrew probably only did the scouting and not much of the actual enchanting of the Map.

Marilyn's eyes widened in shock (to Harry's delight) when he took out the Map and solemnly pledged to be up to no good. She immediately started running a finger over it, mumbling to herself. Things like, "How did they…oh! Right!" and "Heh, heh; yeah…they didn't know that back then."

She looked up after a bit and smirked, "Good effort for the time. This is about…what? 30 years old?"

Harry thought about it for a moment. He couldn't recall when exactly the Map had been made, "It was created sometime between 1974, but before 1977. So more like 20 years."

Marilyn made a tsk-tsk type noise before shrugging. "Well Magicals are stupid when it comes to a lot of things. Heh, heh; yeah. Can't expect them to know about computers, televisions and interfaces."

Harry had to ask, "Interfaces?"

Marilyn nodded, "They don't have any. A few knobs on the Wizard Wireless. So they don't think of things like changing channels, a remote or now a computer mouse, sorting or key word searches. Heh, heh, yeah…that last one is sort of new."

Harry tried to parse what she said when one thing stood out, "Wait; you can sort your map? Say you want to see just one type of beetle?"

Marilyn chuckled, "Heh, heh, yeah. Duh!" She then frowned, "Okay, that's on me. You don't have to be stupid to miss that given your map. The spell I used didn't come out till the late 80's. So of course you can't sort your map. Depending on the spells, I might be able to modify it so if you wanted to say just show Fifth Years or something. Heh, heh, yeah…it's doable."

Harry had to shake his head in amazement. Forget the witch's obsession with beetles; she was brilliant! "So did you find notes or something to make your Map? I thought the makers of mine did it all themselves, but I'm wondering if they didn't crib from the same source you may have used."

Marilyn shrugged, "Probably. I'm really good in the library. Better than Hermi-Nosy-Pants Granger. That's what Madam Pince says anyway. Of course the idea of a map like this has been around in stories for a long time. You should ask your coven mates about it. I know Luna probably has some of the same reference books back at her place that I used here at Hogwarts."

Harry nodded absently at that, 'True; her family library is almost as good as the Blacks have…wait a minute! What do you mean my coven mates? Don't tell me you believe those stupid rumors!"

Marilyn just blinked at him. Harry set his face in what he hoped was a cross, disapproving look, "You said you weren't stupid. Well the idea I've got a coven is as outlandish as the rumors I am running a harem or I'm slowly harvesting lots of witches of their blood so I can hire vampire mercenaries to take over the Ministry."

Marilyn blinked again. "Heh, heh, yeah but you do have a coven. Rumors are stupid because they are spread by stupid people. Hogwarts is filled with them. Did I tell you how many stupid people call me Beetle Girl? Well lots of them just call me Bug Girl because they're even more stupid than the ones that call me Beetle Girl."

"Focus, Marilyn!" Harry chided.

"Heh, heh; yeah. Okay, well…it's like this," Marilyn said rather sheepishly as she tapped her wand onto her map and muttered a command Harry couldn't quite hear. Whatever she did, he now saw various lines coming from around Hogsmeade (and two from off the edge of the map) converging on the room they were in. Harry's stomach clenched as he realized what had happened. Marilyn had obviously worked to make her map show various things she felt would help her find and track beetles. Given her obsession with Rita's animagus form, she'd probably experimented on various ways to track it. The map in front of him showed that one of those ways ended up showing his coven bonds. Marilyn tapped her wand again and suddenly little dots labeled with names showed up.

Marilyn just smiled in a way that further reminded Harry of how Luna used to be, "See? At first, I didn't bother with tracking people. Beetles are interesting but people are stupid. Why should I care where they are? But it was obvious that these lines were tied to people. They sat at House tables during mealtime, in classrooms during class time and in beds at night. So, a little work and then I could see who they are tied to. All those witches tied to you…well other than Colin. But he's gay so that's okay."

Harry frowned, "What do you think you know about…"

"Eh! Eh! Eh!" Marilyn interrupted Harry with an upraised index finger. "I rather like Colin; we have a few classes together so I know he's gay. I'm not being like stupid people and just saying he's a poof to be nasty or that he's not very masculine. I don't care about any of that. Besides, Colin takes nice pictures of my beetles for me. He's very nice. His brother's a good bloke too."

That derailed Harry's tirade before it got any farther. He'd been having to verbally slap a lot of people down due to their comments about Colin. He wasn't having any of it.

"I wish I could be in a coven. Do you know how much power boost one can get? What I could do with that! Not to mention there is a lot of precision spellwork that is best done in groups. A coven bond would make so many things so much easier! Or things which normally can't be done? With a coven, though? Heh, heh; yeah…point, bang! Done!" Marilyn cackled.

Then her face got a bit of a dreamy look. One Harry had seen a lot since he'd returned to Hogwarts. "Of course I'm betting it must be awesome for the witches. I'm normally not into all the rumpy-bumpy nonsense but heh, heh…yeah. You feel good. Makes me feel sort of tingly now that I think about it. Broom closet sort of tingly. Of course broom closets often have beetles even if I have to interrupt all that fumbling, jiggering and pokey stickiness that goes on in them. Stupid people getting all busy in a beetles home! Still…the tingle does feel rather nice," Marilyn said rather wistfully even as she seemed unaware that she was unconsciously rubbing her crotch.

Harry blinked at this. Su Li had been right all along. Sitting right here in front of Harry was a Hufflepuff Fifth Year that could round out the coven. A witch, while a bit barmy, obviously was smart, resourceful and not caring about convention. But what could he offer her?

The answer was obvious that Harry felt stupid for not thinking of it faster. "You know, Marilyn. You are very smart. And very resourceful. My coven is looking for someone just like you. We've been one short for a while. We've just been waiting for the right witch. I think you are that in spades. That and I can sort of give you that beetle you've been after.

Marilyn blinked a bit, still seemingly under the influence of Harry's aura. As his words penetrated that sexual haze, she jumped up, spilling her notebook and map to the floor. "Really? You're not just saying that?"

Harry shook his head, "No, I'm serious. But I warn you, the answer to your beetle problem might not be what you want. In fact, I think you're going to be disappointed."

Marilyn blew an errant strand of onyx hair out of her eyes, "Yes! Yes! I'll join your coven. Just get me that beetle and I'm yours!"

Harry grimaced a bit, "Even after I tell you that you've been tracking an illegal beetle animagus for the last three years?"

Marilyn opened her mouth as if to continue saying how much she'd do for that beetle. She stood there, opened mouth for a bit before suddenly shutting her mouth with an audible click. Harry waited as she stood there with an unreadable look on her face. A minute stretched to two, then three.

Finally Marilyn just said, 'Oh poo!"

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BLUFF OVERLOOKING TOR BAY, MARCH 21st, 1996 – AFTERNOON

Voldemort watched as a squall moving parallel to the shore dumped rain on the few fishing boats coming back early from farther up the Channel. The weather matched his mood. Recruitment had been down, many of his followers who had positions of power now were in hiding with him and to top it off, his enemy Harry Potter was still gaining power with each day.

Voldemort scowled. Even by not using his power over the Wizengamot showed strength. It was also a blatant slap at him given how without the likes of Lucius and others, Voldemort's ability to shape events in the Wizengamot was limited. Also, with so many of his main followers either fugitives or 'out of the country on business' meant Voldemort's grip on the Ministry was weak as well.

However, Voldemort had not been idle. He had delved into arcane and mostly forgotten lore. Looked at rituals and spells which all had been labeled as too dangerous to use. Artifacts to be used instead of made into horcruxes were looked for. And then there were the inferi. While not easy to make, the main problem with their creation was finding the bodies. Dark Wizards loved inferi, but so many Dark Wizards rarely interacted with Muggles. So unlike Voldemort, they had mostly kept to making inferi out of the bodies of their slain enemies.

Voldemort knew better. Growing up during World War II meant he watched day after day go by with the tallies of the dead going up and up. More people died in certain Muggle battles than all of the Magical populations of the world combined. And people died all the time and that was the beauty of it. Certainly, a tall, robust male in his prime made for a frightening inferi, but that was the mistake for little minds to make. The strength of an inferi came from the creator, not the body. In Voldemort's mind, his inferi were much more frightening. Far easier to be terrified of an inferi when your spells worked poorly on them when the inferi in question had been a woman, old and infirm when she died!

With more and more Muggles switching to cremation, it was a simple matter to have his agents steal bodies and with very little spellwork make no one the wiser. So as the days went by and many measures of Voldemort's power waned, his army of inferi grew. The trick would be to use them in a way which wouldn't be noticed by the Muggles. Sadly inferi were a very blunt instrument. One that needed careful supervision. If too many of his people fell to the aurors during an attack, even if his inferi forces defeated the aurors, they might break into Muggle areas and trigger the very sort of EMCS or even ICW response Voldemort had been so careful to avoid.

A thought struck Voldemort and it made him smile. Of course he could always work to get some sort of faux movie company put together. Hire a bunch of Muggles to work on a zombie film. Then if there was an issue, it might be easier to cover up. For all the problems with cameras and satellites in this modern, Muggle age, there was also the fact that Muggles were stunningly good at coming up with ways to ignore what was right in front of them.

The smile slid off his face as he remembered why he was out here. Too many of his followers were sure the message he got was a trap. But there had been little things in the letter. Certain phrasings and the like that were too personal. Like he had written it too himself. His followers didn't know about his horcruxes and thus couldn't understand that it might be himself, or a version of him, that had written him to set up a meeting.

"I'd be careful Voldemort; your face might freeze like that."

For all his shock at being surprised, Voldemort spun without a thought with an evil curse about to shoot from his wand at…himself? His younger self at that.

Tom Riddle made no move to defend himself. He merely chuckled, "You know, I know we're powerful, but maybe a ward or two might be useful to keep from getting snuck up on?"

Voldemort eyed the wizard in front of him. He reached out with his aura and couldn't believe what he felt. The wizard who looked so much like he had back in his Hogwarts day had and aura just like his…but also that of Harry Potter?

Tom seemed to read the question in the reptilian eyes of the Dark Lord, "You have questions, yes? You're probably saying, "Now Voldemort, Lucius said the Diary was destroyed. Snape confirmed it. So how can Harry Potter look like a younger version of me?"

Voldemort didn't answer. He continued to use his aura and a bit of lectiomension towards his supposed younger self. So far, nothing definite could be found. Voldemort also knew that Polyjuice wasn't involved; he hadn't had hair since that fateful night back in 1981.

Tom pulled out Harry Potter's wand. "Brother wands, right? Ever wonder why? Well the thing is old Dumbledore and Snape never really thought about it beyond the prophecy. Harry and you were under it so it made sense there was a connection. But that's not the real reason we have brother wands."

"And the real reason?" Voldemort hissed out. As much as this wizard sounded like he used to, Voldemort found it irritating. Had he been this cocky back in Hogwarts?

Tom twirled the wand carelessly in his fingers, "The reason is just what old Ollivander says; the wand chooses the wizard. But in this case, there were two wizards to choose from. Why would any wand choose some untested, eleven-year-old boy when it could choose from one of the greatest wizards of all time?"

Voldemort simply stared at his supposed younger self before things began to fall into place. The connection he had had with Potter. What it had really meant. "The scar," he finally said almost in a whisper.

"Ten points to Slytherin! Yes, Harry's famous scar. You may have gotten yourself blown up that night, but you did manage to create a horcrux even if it wasn't in the manner you expected. And because we're one of the greatest wizards of all time, our soul doesn't go quietly. So when Hero Harry destroyed the Diary, that fragment didn't just dissipate. No, it hung on and found a nearby host. One that just so happened to already have more of it already in it."

Voldemort was silent as he fervently thought about whether it was possible or not. The truth was, soul magicks had always been poorly understood. With him making as many horcruxes as he had, Voldemort knew that it was uncharted territory magically speaking.

Tom seemed to once again know the thrust of his thoughts, "I know what you're thinking. I didn't believe it at first. But even then, there wasn't much I could do. Oh I was a bit more aware now, but that damned ginger bitch's blood ward still locked me out. Until you broke that when you were reborn. Thank you for that by the way. You may have let yourself get beaten by a fourteen-year-old wizard…again, but it opened the road for me to finally possess him."

Voldemort looked at the other wizard who was visibly preening in an overtly mocking way. "Do you expect some reward? You are just a part of me. Your victories are my victories. Although rejoining our souls in Potter's body does seem to be a fitting end to a wizard supposedly fated to defeat me."

Tom chuckled in a rather nasty way, "Yes…. about that. I was shocked that my Diary-self survived long enough to merge with Potter. But you know what really shocked me? Was how our soul could survive long enough to travel quite a distance to merge. I don't know if you could feel it or whether or not Snape told you, but the ring horcrux was destroyed."

Voldemort nodded curtly, "Yes I know. When I learned of Dumbledore's hand, I figured that it must have been destroyed. A wizard like Dumbledore would not make a move unless he could destroy it."

Tom chuckled, "Well there you go. The ring was out in Little Hangleton, but Harry Potter was in Surrey at the time. Our soul made it all the way to me. Odd that, don't you think? Were you travelling at the time? I mean why else would the soul come to me instead of you given we're closer to the old homestead?"

Voldemort caught a hint of something in the other wizard's voice. A hint he didn't like, "What are you implying?"

Tom's jovial nature came to an abrupt halt as his handsome face formed a sneer and the holly wand snapped into position, "I'm not implying anything. I'm accusing plenty. You didn't even feel the ring be destroyed. So it's obvious you didn't feel Helga's cup or my school award being destroyed either, did you?"

Voldemort's face contorted into rage, "You lie! None of my wards have been tripped! I'd know if the horcruxes had been tampered with!"

Tom laughed a laugh laced with bitterness and derision, "Can you be so blind? Of course you didn't because I know how to not to trip them! I am the one in Potter's body. I'm the one that has witches bound to him. Has Snape even told you about Potter forming a coven?"

For all of Voldemort's Slytherin training, he couldn't help but blurt out, "What?!"

Tom laughed again, this time with more mirth. "Oh does it hurt to find out that Snape is more of Dumbledore's spy than yours? Yes, Harry Potter has a coven with 15 witches and a wizard. Many of these witches are heirs to their House. All of that power coursing from them and into Harry Potter…or should I say into me."

Voldemort suddenly began to realize the danger he was in, "This is pointless! We are one soul! You and I aren't separate people! We are one!"

Tom sneered, "Ah but that's where you're wrong. We both know that if I got hit with the Killing Curse, it would be all over for me. Not so for you given you still have Nagini…or do you?"

If Voldemort's face wasn't already a pale white, he knew it would have gone white. If 'Tom' was what he said he was, then he'd have all Voldemort's memories up to October of 1981. So he'd know how to by-pass all the traps and wards set up to guard his horcruxes. Worst, this hideout had been in use back in the First War and Voldemort realized there was quite a few ways to get in if you were a Parselmouth and knew where to go. And with his affinity for snakes, finding Nagini would be easy for Tom.

This realization must have shown on his face because Tom smiled with evil triumph, "Ah now you're getting it. I've got more of us than you do. That's why all the soul fragments are coming to me. So, why should I merge with you and let you take away my hard work? So much better for me to kill you. Either you die and I take over as Lord Voldemort or your bit merges with mine with me as the master. So it's a win-win for me! And best of all, it fits the prophesy!"

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort barked out in a furious casting at his ersatz brother.

Tom easily stepped out of the way of the spell while beginning to silent cast the start of a spell-chain, "Really? Hagrid could have seen that coming. Getting sloppy, Voldemort. I guess being only a sliver of what you used to be is showing."

The two wizards circled each other, both pushing more magic into their bodies to speed them up. Both used spells other wizards would blanch at. And the cliff where they dueled soon had trees on fire, patches of ground where nothing would grow again to say nothing of the remains of various summoned creatures.

As for Voldemort, the Dark Lord was very worried. In order to keep certain of his secrets away from his followers, he had forbidden any of them to be on watch. Now it meant that he didn't have one of his followers available to use the Dark Mark to call the rest of his Death Eaters. As he gritted his teeth as a glancing shot of a spell cut into his upper left arm, Voldemort cursed himself that this was the third time he'd been in a situation where he wished he had another way to call his followers. Each previous time, he'd sworn to himself to get on it and each time he had forgotten!

However, there was more ways to win a fight.

As Voldemort parried and launched his own attacks, he felt that this duel had an element of the duel between Potter and Malfoy he had seen in a pensieve reading from one of his Death Eaters. He hated to admit it, but Tom seemed to be toying with him. Like Tom had an ace up his sleeve. Voldemort smirked as he unleashed a flock of pestilence birds towards Tom; his ersatz brother wasn't the only one who had something up their sleeve.

As Tom used a fire-whip to dispose of the birds, Voldemort fulminated next to Tom. While draining and not instantaneous, fulmination had the advantage of working under the anti-apparition ward Voldemort had erected earlier. As his body solidified out of the black mist of fulmination, Voldemort pulled out the goblin steel dagger out of his robes and stabbed Tom dead in the chest. Ironic that by selling the remains of Salazar's basilisk, it had enabled him to acquire basilisk venom. That same venom would end the threat to his eventual domination of England!

However, the blade struck something it could not penetrate and slid off Tom's chest. This caused Tom to stumble backwards and drop his wand. As shocked as Voldemort was at how a goblin blade had failed to penetrate his opponent's robes, he struck again at Tom's unprotected face.

Only to have his blade hand caught in one hand while Tom stabbed him through the stomach with a sword that had appeared out of nowhere in the other. Voldemort felt a pain in his gut like nothing he'd ever felt. He'd been stabbed quite a few times in the first War. This was not even remotely like those few lucky shots the likes of James Potter and Edgar Bones had gotten on him.

As he gasped in pain, Tom just smiled, "Dark Lord indeed! Didn't anyone tell you never to bring a knife to a sword fight?"

Voldemort reached up and broke the necklace from around his neck. Again he was shocked as nothing happened! His emergency portkey failed to activate! How?

Tom laughed in his face, "While you're impaled on the Sword of Truth, no portkey can take you away from judgement. And you've been judged. How does it feel to be killed by a Peverell artifact? I guess it would be more ironic if I had killed you with the Elder Wand given your ancestor created it. But then again, his Armor of Might did protect me from your blade."

"What? How?" Voldemort tried to say without sounding like the dying wizard he feared he was. All the risks, research and magic and still, Death was coming for him at last.

Tom laughed again before his features began to melt into the face of Harry Potter. "Keep up Voldie. I'm a limited metamorphmagus, but due to my scar horcrux, I found I could look like you. I've found and collected five of the six Deathly Hallows. As I said earlier, I'm wearing one and killing you with another. And I'm sure you've probably had guessed that when you tried to possess me back in the Ministry atrium, that I got access to a lot of your memories. As I started absorbing your soul from your horcruxes, that process accelerated. I'm not just Lord Harold Potter-Peverell-Black, but I'm almost fully Lord Voldemort as well."

Voldemort laughed, spitting up a bit of blood as he did so, "Hah! Killing me will damn you! With my death, my soul will eat yours! You should have shed my soul before today! Your ploy has only delayed my victory."

Harry made a face and shrugged, "You know, my dark lady love Luna said that was a possibility. You are one kick-arse of a dark wizard. But here's the thing, even if you could possess me, it would take time because my soul has never been broken. So while you might be able to eat my soul and take this body, it would take time. And time isn't something you're going to have."

Harry then pulled out the sword, causing a shower of blood to gush from both entry and exit wounds. Voldemort could only feebly gasp out, "Potter!" before collapsing.

Harry watched as Voldemort convulsed before picking up his own wand and Voldemort's wand as well. He figured he'd wait to recover the knife Voldemort used. Harry thought it could come in handy if it wasn't cursed.

"Well that was rather anticlimactic."

Harry turned to see Luna walking towards him. Well as much of Luna that wasn't covered by her own invisibility cloak. She paused and swiftly put out the various tree fires.

"I did say, my dark lady, that I was more worried dealing with lots of Death Eaters at once than fighting the soon-to-be departed Dark Wanker here," Harry said as he watched Voldemort's breathing begin to slow. It was almost time.

"Well maybe the Headmaster will provide more of a spectacle. Historians do love their epic struggles. While you both did some impressive spellwork, this was hardly the stuff of legends," Luna said as she started to cast diagnostic spells on Voldemort's dagger.

"We shall see, won't we? Whoops! Show time!" Harry said as Voldemort convulsed violently one last time before going still. Harry pulled out a heptagonal stone that had a Fairy Star on one side and concentric circles of dense runes on the other. He held it over the body, "Stone of Calling; hold this soul!"

As if called, a black mist started to rise from Voldemort's dead body. Harry carefully moved so he could mutter an "Evax!" before pushing his holly wand into the mist. He moved the wand from side to side till he was satisfied that the soul fragment was attached to the wand. Harry then carefully moved the tip of the wand (and the soul) up to the remains of his old curse scar. With a gasp of pain, Harry felt the soul fragment get sucked into himself through the old wound.

"Harry?" Luna asked. Harry noticed her wand was tracking him.

"I've got this Luna. Don't worry. Just let me concentrate. This is almost all intent so I need to focus." Harry carefully bent down and put the Stone of Calling on the ground and took out Voldemort's yew wand. His hands were shaking as what he was trying to do would take a lot out of him and he could already feel Voldemort's newly integrated soul gnawing away at his own.

Harry focused all his magics for a moment and then with his holly wand moved it around his forehead. He had to do this twice before he felt the magic take hold. With a slow pull, Harry pulled out a blob out of his forehead as if he was going to use a pensieve. Yet instead of the silvery gleam of a memory, this blob was charcoal black streaked with red that pulsed with an evil glow. Harry moved so that he was standing so the yew wand was above the Stone of Calling as it lay on the ground at his feet.

Luna breathed out a sigh of relief, "Well that was the hard part. Even if you fail now, you are safe."

Harry's face was still tight with concentration, "I don't intend to fail." With that he solemnly intoned, "Mea Incarcerato Hostis!" And then with a sharp jab, flicked his holly wand at the yew one. The blob shot towards the yew wand and with what sounded like a faint cry of a damned soul, merged with it.

Harry breathed out his own sigh of relief. He twirled the yew wand in his fingers. "Not as powerful as the Elder Wand I'm betting, but hey. How many people can take the soul of an enemy like Voldemort, one you are linked by prophecy and sling him into his own wand?"

Luna blinked a bit before saying, "Well that was sort of epic. I will grant you that. Of course I am not sure we want anyone outside the coven find out what you did."

"Nice to have something go without a hitch for a change," Harry said with his signature lop-sided grin.

Before Luna could chastise Harry for tempting fate, Fate intervened.

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Luna watched as Harry's eyes suddenly went wide before rolling back into his head. He staggered, but before Luna could reach him, Harry righted himself.

But was it Harry? His once beautiful green eyes were yellow and like that of a cobra. Luna skidded to a stop as Harry brandished his wand. Luna backed away as Harry said something in parsel speech. Whatever the spell was, the effects were obvious as all of Harry's robes, clothes and the Armor of Might appeared in a heap to one side of Harry.

The yellow, cobra eyes looked at Luna and Harry grinned, "Free at last! Oh you have no concept of how long it has been when I could truly feel what it's like to have a body again!"

Luna backed away as whatever was possessing Harry let out a laugh which seemed to echo out in a way which Luna felt she should be able to see. Then, 'Harry' began to run his hands over his body. "Such a small vessel; so weak, so fragile. Well easily remedied."

And with those words, Luna was shocked to see Harry begin to transform. He grew almost half a meter while rams horns sprouted out of his temples and large, bat-like wings formed out of his back. The skin darkened and took on an appearance of scales. Claws formed on both feet and hands.

With a flourish of its wings, the being looked at Luna with a satisfied smile, "Well little witch; what do you think?"

Luna tried to keep her voice steady, "I think you are stealing my love's body." She kept her wand trained on the being, but she had to wonder with the waves of power emanating from it, would anything she cast be able to affect it?

The being laughed again; this time just a rumbling laugh lacking the booming quality his first had, "That I am. Of course I've been in this body since little Harry was born, just as I was in his Father to say nothing of all the male Blacks. So saying it's Harry's body is a bit disingenuous. But now, with the Blacks reduced to one baby and Harry as the only adult wizard, I can finally take over long enough to do a task which needs to be done."

Luna didn't like the look in the being's eye nor the revelation that the Potters and Blacks apparently had been the hosts of a parasitical entity for years, "And what task would that be?"

The being chuckled briefly, but in a flash of movement Luna barely registered before being hoisted up by her throat, causing her to drop her wand, "Why killing you of course!"

Luna struggled vainly against the being's grip as she tried to pry the hand around her throat off. But with the being's strength, it felt like she might have more luck breaking down the door to the Great Hall with a toothpick.

The being walked to the edge of the cliff, "You see, you are a terrible influence on Harry. One I cannot allow. But I am not without mercy. I will let you live if you can answer me one question."

"What is that?" Luna was barely able to gasp out.

The being grinned; it held no mirth in it, "Can you fly, little witch?" And then it flung her over the cliff with casual ease. She plummeted, screaming towards the waiting rocks below.

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Author's Note the First: Feel free to believe I wrote the standard, "I'm really sorry for not writing sooner" screed. I am but hey, here we are. Also, I hadn't meant for this chapter to be a cliff hanger, but I realized that to do it right, I was going to end up with a really, really, really long chapter. Better to break it up. Besides, this allows me more time to focus next chapter on some flashbacks to coven stuff.

Author's Notes the Second: I hope folks don't feel this was a lot of exposition and waffling. It literally took me years go get past this chapter. I have to say though, almost nothing in the first part of this chapter was something I had thought of prior to the day I wrote it. (I wrote all of the first part in Hogsmeade in one day) In fact, even after spending most of the day writing, I don't even remember where I came up with the whole "Beetle Girl" angle. Another reason that I, like Philip K. Dick, believe that I'm getting my stories beamed into my brain directly by aliens! I will say that I think her actions and speech pattern are a cross between Entrapta from Netflix's She-Ra and Jordan Cochran from the movie Real Genius.

My Other Fics: I'm about 60-70% done with the latest chapter of Paging Dr. Bell. It's just that I suddenly got some ideas on how to bridge the gap from the last chapter to the ending of this fic. Sadly, I've known how the ending and the epilogues were going to go for years if not a decade. The problem was getting through the last hurdle. I hope it doesn't feel too rushed. I know a lot of reviewers were complaining that I had a chapter or four just to show about 48 hours of time. Now I'm jumping months at a time. In the case of this chapter, sadly a lot of what the coven would be doing would be boring research or a lot of sex. Neither needs to be seen "on camera" for the story to continue.

The Coven: The full coven at last

Ravenclaw

(5th Year) Luna Lovegood

(6th Year) Padma Peverell née Patil

(6th Year) Su Li

(7th Year) Cho Chang

Slytherin

(5th Year) Lucinda Urquhart

(6th Year) Millicent Bulstrode

(6th Year) Daphne Greengrass

(7th Year) Genevieve "Gina" Walker

Hufflepuff

(5th Year) Marilyn Wenlock

(6th Year) Susan Bones

(6th Year) Lilith Moon

(7th Year) Leanne Creswell

Gryffindor

(5th Year) Colin Creevey

(6th Year) Hermione Granger

(6th Year) Sally Black (Previous Sally-Anne Perks)

(7th Year) Katie Potter née Bell

Wives, Consorts and Concubines: I've gone with the idea that Europe ended up borrowing from Arabic the "al" as a way to denote a connection to a family. For example, my name in one of the most common Arabic naming schemas would be Ian James bin William al Alexander which means Ian (son of ) James (son of ) William (of the) Alexander (family) Fun fact, my name is already almost like that as my middle names is James! Regarding concubines, in most cases there is no reason to separate them to any one house.

Also, a concubine bond due to an active life-debt can be reassigned to a House if there is an agreement to it. So, for example, if Parvati had not done anything to satisfy the debt but wants to get married, the House she marries into could agree to accept that debt. This might be done as a way to get ingratiated (or maybe become a vassal house) to one of Harry's Houses. Indeed part of the wedding agreements might be something which completes the debt, like a transfer or property or magical knowledge.

Katie Potter née Bell (1st wife)

Padma Peverell née Patil (2nd wife)

Luna Lovegood al Peverell (consort)

Daphne Greengrass al Potter (consort)

Lavender Brown al Black (consort)

Hermione Granger bine Potter (concubine)

Pansy Parkinson bine Potter (concubine)

Parvati Patil bine Potter (concubine)

Spells

Mea Incarcerato Hostis – Bind/Imprison My Enemy

Evax – Roughly translates as "Got you!" Already seen in HP and the Thin Blue Line

Fulmination – Not a spell per se but a fanon representation of the sort of magical travel the Death Eaters use in the Harry Potter films.