Joe's Note: The last chapter kinda got away from me as I followed the conversation through several meandering, organic paths that I didn't originally have in my outline. Didn't plan on Chadaara kissing Harry, either, but that happened. Oh well. We'll just keep on trucking with this chapter and see where it takes us. I'm aiming to have Reverence into the story properly by Chapter 10, although she may get delayed until Chapter 11 or Chapter 12 at the rate things are decompressing around here. We'll see. I'm really looking forward to writing her into the story because she's a unique and fun character even with the cast that I've assembled for this story.
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"Okay, this is absolute bullshit and completely unfair." Harry found himself looking away from Chadaara's upturned face as Janet came stomping down the hall that led to the master bedroom. Reaching the living room, she stopped with a huff and gestured back over her shoulder angrily. "Sorcha doesn't actually need to change clothes."

Strolling out casually from behind Janet, Sorcha offered a faint shrug in response to the accusation. "Transmatting is a wonderful thing, Janet." Turning to Harry, she offered a more in-depth explanation to what was going on. "I can store things inside my Ghost and swap between what I'm armed with or what I'm wearing for armor at will. So I put the outfit you were nice enough to make me into my Ghost, and then had it swap my complete armor set for the sweater and pants. Voila. Instant change into comfy clothes."

While that did seem convenient - especially the part about being able to carry whatever she wanted inside her Ghost - it wasn't that outrageous an idea to Harry. Mostly because- "Janet? We have Switching Spells. That's how you ended up back in your catsuit in the bank when you grew to try and keep Dianessa from splattering Glassjaw all over the wall. Technically it's supposed to be a one-for-one swap but I managed to swap the air molecules around your skin with your catsuit just in time to keep you from exposing yourself."

"Oh, I was wondering what happened. I really should have gone with the corset and skirt over my bodysuit, but then I wouldn't have had cleavage to show off or been able to wear my stockings. So… worth it and all's well that ends well?" Janet paused and then scampered closer to Harry, eyeing him critically. "Your hair is mussed and your lips are swollen. Have you been kissing someone who's not me?"

Chadaara raised her hand sheepishly. "That would be me. I wanted to get my first ever kiss out of the way without an audience and Harry was nice enough to oblige me. And he gave me the sweetest compliment. I don't know much about boys from a romantic perspective but Harry certainly seems like a good one so far."

Huffing, Janet crossed her arms over her chest as she stared down at Harry. "No fair. I was the first wife. I should have been the first one to kiss you." Looking back over her shoulder at where Dianessa and Sorcha were waiting patiently in the entryway, her expression hardened as she came to a decision. Turning back to Harry, she grabbed his head between both hands and pulled him into a kiss, forcing him to stretch upward a bit awkwardly to meet her lips. "There. I may have gotten second kiss, but I get first dibs on dating. And fucking."

"Seeing as how I'm not going to jump straight into bed with someone I barely know - apart from the actual sleeping portion of things - I don't have a problem with that." Sorcha reached up, running a hand through her purple hair with a resigned look on her face. "And I don't think Harry will be taking Chadaara, Dianessa, or I out on a date any time soon if today was any indicator of how the wizarding world reacts to non-humans."

Rising to his feet, Harry stretched for a moment before offering Chadaara a hand up as well. "We can probably still do dates as long as we stick to the wizarding world. People may look at you funny for being non-human but they won't dare do anything to you with me around. The muggle world is going to be completely off-limits to anyone other than me and Janet, though. Unless… I've never really had a reason to look into glamour magic. Maybe we can make you look like regular human women? Or at least it should be possible for Sorcha; I'm not sure what we'd do about tails and horns and… headtails?" He glanced down at Chadaara. "Is there a technical term for those?"

Chadaara nodded with a faint smile, reaching up to pat her, err, headtails. "They're called lekku. Both the two in the front and the one in the back. And I don't know about Dianessa, but I don't have horns, I have montrals."

"Good to know. Speaking of things I don't know but want to… Dianessa." Turning to his second wife, Harry spread his arms wide in askance. "What the heck are you? I feel bad because I keep comparing you to a goat, but I have a Togruta wife and an Awoken wife and then you're just… a great big mystery wife to me at the moment."

The corner of Dianessa's mouth curled up at that. "I'm what's called a Draenei. It's actually more a social group than a species; it means 'exiled one' in our native language. Our species is called the Eredar. And in my case, horns are just horns. Hooves are hooves. We don't have any special terms for body parts in Common and… well, I doubt you'll ever learn to speak Draenei. Even I only use it sparingly these days."

Harry nodded appreciatively. "Okay, so we've got the human wife, the Draenei wife, the Awoken wife, and the Togruta wife. And whatever Liara turns out to be, since Michelle has already made some comments about her species which makes me assume that Janet will continue to be the only human woman in our party." Looking around, he decided to throw caution to the wind and grinned impishly. "Does anyone else want a kiss before we move on?"

Dianessa and Sorcha exchanged looks, and then the Awoken looked back at Harry and shook her head. "Thanks but no thanks. I'm sure that you'll grow on me over time - that you all will, really - but for now I'm just regarding this as another mission that I have to complete. A really weird mission, but still a mission."

Fair enough. That just left Dianessa… who was blushing a darker shade of purple as she fidgeted in place. "If you wouldn't be averse to it, I must admit that I too am curious about what it's like to kiss someone. I never took a mate among the Draenei and - when I traveled with them - none of my fellow adventurers ever showed an interest in me."

Making his way over to them, Harry let out a faint snicker as he realized something. Even stripped of her armor and its boots, Dianessa was still imposingly tall. Thanks to the Dursleys' poor care of him growing up, Harry was a thoroughly uninspiring five feet five inches tall. Dianessa was easily seven feet tall, more than a foot and a half taller than him. "I come up to your chest."

"Mmm, yes, this is going to be awkward, isn't it?" Dianessa considered the situation for a moment before crossing one leg behind the other like she was trying to curtsy, lowering herself down to Harry's level, her tail sticking out behind her for balance. "Would this work?"

Looping his arms around Dianessa's neck, Harry ran his fingers through her long white hair as he offered a nod and a smile in response. "Works for me." Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers, staring into her glowing eyes as she stared back unblinkingly. After a few seconds, they broke apart and he chuckled sheepishly. "Okay, we're definitely going to have to work on that but not bad for a first try, right?"

Dianessa nodded, cheeks still flushed a darker shade of purple. "It was agreeable. I wouldn't mind doing it again. Regularly."

Coughing to draw attention to herself, Janet raised her hand in the air. "I just want the record to show that I'm pansexual and also want to kiss the Draenei wife. Both like, now and on a regular basis in the future."

"I wouldn't be averse to that either." Dianessa brought her hands up to cover her face as she blushed further, eyes flicking up and down over Janet's form. "I feel like it would be even more awkward than kissing Harry, though; you're even shorter than him."

Janet just grinned widely at that, blue motes of light playing over her skin as she shrunk just the slightest bit, diaphanous wings erupting from her back and fluttering madly. "Nope! You don't even have to bend down for me." Fluttering forward, Janet closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against Dianessa's. Wrapping her arms and legs around the Draenei, she allowed her wings to go still for a moment as she deepened the kiss, and… was that tongue? Harry let out a low whistle as he squirmed in place; watching two of his wives in person was a lot hotter than seeing two witches kiss in Playwizard. When they broke apart, Janet remained in her spot clinging to Dianessa as she pumped one fist in the air victory. "Second kiss again, but I got the better kiss. Booyah!"

Feeling daring, Harry made his way over to the pair and gave Janet a pat on the ass. "And you'll still get first date, so you have that to look forward to. Now, did we want to finish the house tour? I don't smell anything ready to eat, so the elves must be taking me literally when I told them to freshen up the house and then cook dinner."

"Considering that we can see the kitchen from here and it is noticeably short on elves working in it, I feel like that's a safe bet." Janet gave Dianessa one last quick peck on the lips before unwinding her legs and dropping back to the floor. Her wings disappeared as she returned to full size, looping her arm through Harry's and tugging him into the… "Eat-in kitchen isn't really my thing but I'm evidently not going to be the one cooking in it, so I guess I can't complain." She broke away from Harry, running one hand over the countertop of the kitchen island as she looked around. "We should actually ask the elves about whether or not this needs renovating. I don't know how elves cook, but if they're going to be cooking for eight of us on a regular basis and more when we have company, we might need to invest some money in a more functional kitchen."

Harry had never really considered that; given that the kitchens at Hogwarts didn't seem too impressive but managed to churn out food for over five hundred people three times a day, he'd just chalked it up to 'house elf magic' and left it at that. The kitchen was suitable for his own purposes, but he'd definitely take Janet's advice and ask Winky about it at a later date. No need to disrupt what the elves were doing right now, after all. Passing through the far side of the kitchen, he found himself in another large room with a single lonely couch for furniture. "This is what we were talking about on the way in, Dianessa. The area where we were before is a living room; it's where we'd entertain visitors. This is the family room; this is just for us."

Making her way over to the couch, Dianessa tested it with her weight before hopping to her feet nervously as it creaked ominously. "We are going to invest in furniture that I can actually sit on, yes? I don't want to have to step lightly in my own home."

"Oh, absolutely. Heavier duty furniture and a bunch of it is near the top of the shopping list. It's actually right below casual clothes that aren't transfigured from my wardrobe, actually. The plan is to get you dressed to blend in - as best you can, at least - and then we're going to do some serious shopping for home goods. If I can find a place in the wizarding world that sells any." Harry paused as he considered that. "Now that I think about it, I don't remember seeing a furniture store on anywhere on Diagon Alley. Where do wizards go to buy chairs and tables?"

Janet shrugged as she made a circuit around the room, holding her hands up in front of her face as she tried to get an idea for the scale of the room. "I don't know about wizards, but when Hank and I were living in England, we went to Barker and Stonehouse. You and I could probably do that, maybe take Sorcha along if we can figure out how to give her human-colored skin. Wait. Sorcha, do you even care about furniture?"

Shrugging, the Awoken gestured to the lone couch in the family room. "I mean, it seems like a fun thing to own but I'm not overly attached to the concept. I don't know how much I'd get out of coming to buy some with you, if that's what you're asking. I had a mattress on the floor back at the Tower and a couple of crates that I used as shelves. No matter what you decide on, I'm going to be living in the lap of luxury by the time that you're done."

"I survived roughing it like that for exactly two days when our furniture got lost in a move. By day three, I was headed to a hotel. You have my undying respect for surviving… wait." Janet trailed off, turning to stare at Sorcha speculatively. "You mentioned a sixty year wait when you blew Bellatrix away. I thought I was old when I got reverted to a teenager but how old were you?"

Sorcha brought her hand up to her mouth and pantomimed zipping her lips. "I may come from a considerably rougher society than the rest of you, but even I know that there are two things you never ask a woman: her weight and her age. I'm definitely old by your standards, though. My Ghost keeps me at the same age as my first resurrection and brings me back each time I die, so I've been around for a while."

"If it makes you feel any better, I was nineteen." Chadaara clambered up onto the couch and perched on the back much like she had on the one in the living room, looking around curiously. "I got picked to become a padawan by my master at thirteen and was still undergoing training toward my knighthood when I died. So I was technically an adult who got turned back into a teenager but I wasn't much of an adult. Still a teenager, I guess. Teenager who got turned into less of a teenager? Or would it be more of a teenager?"

Opening and closing his mouth, Harry found himself brought up short by that question. Then he decided… it was inane and didn't really bear thinking about. There were probably going to be a lot of those questions, he realized, given that three of his wives - at a minimum, and probably Liara as well - were from worlds completely unlike the one they were living in now. They were bound to have questions that just… had no reasonable answer. "Moving on?" Harry walked over to the large opening that technically separated the family room from… "We have what the floor plans called the games room. I really can't see us owning a pool table or anything else that would need its own room, so maybe we'll have like… the television room and the quiet room?"

Janet bounced lightly on her toes at the idea, clapping her hands excitedly. Behind her, all three of his other wives raised their hands and spoke in almost perfect synchronicity. "What's a television?"

"Okay so we're going to do this democratically… who thinks we should focus on getting our house squared away tomorrow, and who thinks we should go pick up the Peverell ring and Liara tomorrow? Show of hands… the house?" As expected, Janet's hand went up for that option because it meant shopping. Unfortunately for her, none of the others were quite as materialistic as her. "Liara?" The three inhuman women at the dining table raised their hands and Harry brought his hand down against the table with a loud slap. "Motion carries. Tomorrow, we go to the Gaunt house and find the ring."

Taking a bite out of the steak that Winky had prepared for them - the elves had kept things simple with steak, potatoes, and corn until they knew who was capable of eating what on Earth - Dianessa gestured to Harry's ring-covered hand. "What do we know about the Peverell ring? And this Gaunt house? Is it something that you're familiar with from your past life?"

Harry nodded, picking up his knife and fork and returning to his dinner. "It's one of Voldemort's horcruxes, hidden in the house that his maternal ancestors lived in. It's very heavily trapped and cursed; Headmaster Dumbledore lost his hand to trying to recover the ring. So we're going to have to be very careful unless one of you has a way of easily disspelling dark magic up your sleeves."

"Funny you should say that. As a paladin, I specialize in soaking up damage for my allies, healing… and repelling dark magic. You said that your headmaster lost his hand to the ring. There was a curse upon it?" Harry nodded and Dianessa offered a smug smile. "If you put the ring on and trigger the curse, I can cleanse the magic from your body before it damages your hand. That should at least give you enough time to free this Liara from the ring, no?"

Humming softly, Harry stuffed a forkful of food in his mouth as he considered the prospect. Maybe Dianessa would be able to purge the horcrux from the ring using her abilities. But if she couldn't, Harry didn't really need to be wearing yet another ring all the time. All he needed was the thirty seconds or so it would take to summon Liara out of the ring. Which meant that they didn't actually need to defeat Voldemort's protections on the ring, just keep them at bay for less than a minute. At least for the moment. "That could work. The ring is also a horcrux… um, a soul container? I'm not sure whether there's anything similar in any of your worlds, but basically he split his soul and bound it to this ring so that if he dies, his soul can't move on and can eventually be restored to a new body."

"A phylactery." Dianessa let out a shudder at the thought, setting her fork down and rubbing her hands over the exposed skin of her biceps. "I'm not unfamiliar with liches; we had them in Azeroth. They are particularly tenacious foes, and often among the most vile individuals that one might face. And this is coming from someone who has faced down demonic hordes on a regular basis."

Janet leaned forward, counting off points on her fingertips. "Okay so the plan is what exactly? Step one: we all go to the house. Step two: Harry puts on the ring. Step three: Dianessa keeps the ring from killing Harry. Step four: Harry summons this Liara chick. Step five: we all go home? Did I get that right?"

Shaking his head, Harry tapped his finger against the Potter headship ring for emphasis. "The ring will still need to be dealt with. On a few different levels. Namely… it's still the Peverell headship ring, so we'll need to get the curse off so I can wear it for more than a minute or two at a time. It's also the Resurrection Stone, which is part of a very valuable set of objects known as the Deathly Hallows. Finally? It is a horcrux, as I mentioned before. If we don't deal with that, we'll be able to kill Voldemort temporarily but he'll just keep coming back to threaten us again."

Her significantly larger piece of steak held in both hands as she gnawed on it, Chadaara waved her dinner back and forth in one hand to get their attention. "These horcrux things sound like Sith alchemy. I can't promise anything, but I might be able to use the Force to deal with the soul fragment. Maybe. Possibly. Probably not because I've never dealt with anything like that before, but the Force might be able to guide me through it."

Harry pointed his fork at Chadaara. "I'm open to trying pretty much anything at this point. Mostly because the only things guaranteed to destroy a horcrux are Fiendfyre, basilisk venom, and the Killing Curse, and I don't want to expose my headship ring to any of those things if I can help it." To say nothing of the fact that he wasn't wild about the idea of casting Fiendfyre or the Killing Curse himself due to the toll that it took on a wizard.

"Just out of curiosity, is this supposed to be a stealth operation or like a… 'hey Voldemort, we stole your shit' operation?" Janet bounced excitedly in her seat. "Because we can seriously fuck with his head if it's the second one. I'll stomp on the house when we're done. A giant footprint is hard to mistake for anything else but like… where did the giant footprint come from? Are you working with a giant? Wait… are there giants in your wizarding world?"

"There are and they mostly work for Voldemort, so that would be a hell of a mind game. When Dumbledore and I took the ring the first time, we were in and out with nobody the wiser but… well, I'm not sneaking around with Dumbledore this time. I'm doing things my own way. With you ladies." Harry paused as he pondered the pros and cons for several seconds before nodding decisively. "If you want to, you can definitely step on the Gaunt house when we're done." Looking to his right, Harry raised an eyebrow at Sorcha. "You're awfully quiet. Anything to contribute? Don't want you feeling left out."

Sorcha shook her head as she calmly cut a potato in half and then brought it up to her mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing. "I'm just here to shoot shit to death, basically. Or stab it. I'm an equal opportunity melee or ranged killer, basically. I can't shoot the house or the ring to death, so I don't really have a lot to bring to the table for this discussion. I am a little bit curious how much we know about this Liara person that we're supposedly going to be married to by tomorrow evening, though."

Wracking his brain, Harry tried to recall every last detail that Michelle had imparted upon him during their discussion. "Well, Michelle referred to her 'species' so between that and the pattern that we've seen so far, I'm assuming that she's going to be non-human of some variety. Other than that and her name? The only thing I know for sure is that, err, her people have a fondness for… stripping."

Janet pumped both fists into the air at that news. "Whoo! Fellow kinky wife! Yes!"

"She never said that Liara was a stripper, just that Liara's species is fond of stripping. For all you know, she's the one prudish… whatever she is… out of her entire species." Harry smirked as Janet wilted a bit at that, before deciding to buoy her spirits a bit. "That being said, Michelle seems intent on getting me as laid as possible and thought that Liara would be able to teach Sorcha a thing or two about dancing, so she's probably not going to be that boring."

Chadaara let out a faint snort at that. "If she wanted you to have a stripper wife, she should have picked a Twi'lek instead of me. Aayla Secura if she wanted to keep you with a Jedi wife. Or… shit, what's her name. The purple girl I saw around the Temple hangars sometimes. Sienn Eirriss." Leaning across the table, she lowered her voice conspiratorially. "You would have liked her. Breasts literally the size of my head."

After wasting almost a minute trying to picture the being that Chadaara was describing - and failing, given that he had no idea what a Twi'lek looked like, much less one that buxom - Harry shook his head to clear it. "Moving on. So we have a plan. As Janet so concisely put it… we go to the house. I put on the ring. Dianessa keeps the ring from killing me. I summon Liara. Then Janet stomps on the house for good measure and we all come home to figure out what to do with the horcrux that we just picked up… and start planning how to get the other two that I know where to find."

Janet let out a low whistle at that. "Wait, there's more than one horcrux? Well, I should have figured that out when you called it 'a' horcrux instead of 'the' horcrux but… still. This crazy Voldemort guy split his soul into more than two pieces? Yikes. What a nutjob."

"Janet, Voldemort has been after me for literally my entire life because a batty alcoholic prophesied that I would be able to defeat him. What part of this entire situation made you think that you were up against someone sane and reasonable?"

"…that's fair, yeah. So, about this date that you're supposed to be taking me on tonight… what year is it even and what's good at the movies right now?"