Chapter 37

They remained quiet while they both sipped their wine. Harry understood Marvolo needed a few moments to come to terms with this news, though he sincerely doubted Marvolo would accept it without any sort of pushback. Marvolo was at heart an academic with an limitless sense of curiosity and the intelligence to master anything he set his mind to, so Harry expected some arguing soon to follow.

Marvolo set down his glass and leaned back in his chair, giving Harry a narrow-eyed stare. "What exactly would happen if I walked the deathlands as I am now?"

And there it was. Harry pursed his lips to hide his smile because he didn't want to give Marvolo the wrong idea. "The demons would overpower you and you'd end up devoured, eventually turning into one of them."

"Ah." Marvolo briefly stared down at his empty plate to process that news. "And what if I returned the broken soul pieces to my main soul, would I be able to walk the deathlands then?"

"Yes," Harry said and released a long, knowing sigh. "But you can't return all your soul pieces."

Marvolo blinked. "I am quite certain that I can, Harry. I know where they all are, and while the ritual to do so is quite painful, I'm willing to go through with it for the sake of becoming a true Necromancer. Afterwards, I can always create a few new horcruxes, as needed."

Closing his eyes, Harry shook his head, hating what he was about to do. Crush Marvolo's dreams, pretty much. "You can't return all your broken soul pieces because one of them refuses to return to you."

"I don't understand," Marvolo said slowly, carefully, while giving Harry a searching look.

Eyes still closed, Harry waved in the direction of the perch on which V sat. "That one is particularly stubborn and he's made it more than clear that he wishes to remain his own person."

When no sound followed, Harry finally opened his eyes again and saw that Marvolo's face was pale with shock as he stared at V in utter disbelief.

"Are you saying that your blasted bird is one of my horcruxes?" Marvolo managed to say, voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Yep," Harry said with a resigned nod.

"Surprise, surprise," V cawed while he hopped along the perch, black eyes narrowed as he stared at Marvolo. "No go back, no go back."

"You will do as I say!" Marvolo snarled, face tight and lips drawn back.

"Won't, won't," V cackled, beak clapping in defiance. "Never go back, never go back."

"You are part of me, whether you like it or not, you ridiculous ball of feathers." Marvolo snapped his furious gaze towards Harry. "How did you even end up with him?"

"You did this," Harry said as calmly as he could. He didn't want to fight Marvolo over V's right to his own existence, but he would if it came down to it. "The night you tried to kill me, a piece broke off your soul and attached itself to my scar. The first time I walked the deathlands, the Figures there turned V into a raven, probably so the horcrux wouldn't end up possessing me like the locket did with Regulus. V has been his own person now for more than 150 years."

"Well." That was all Marvolo said for a good, long while as he looked between V and his defiant stare and Harry and his nervous expression. "You care for him," Marvolo finally concluded.

"I love him, yes," Harry confessed easily enough. He didn't see why he shouldn't. "He's essentially my best friend, and he's been by my side for a century and a half. I would miss him a great deal if he was gone."

Marvolo nodded in understanding. "How long have you known it was a piece of my soul in the first place?"

"Not right away, but not that long after V became a raven I figured it out. Kept it to myself, though. The fewer people who know, the better. I've always told everyone V was a gift from the Figures, which is true enough."

"Yes, it's probably a good idea to keep his true identity a very well-kept secret." Marvolo tilted his head as he observed Harry. His previous anger was gone now, Harry was glad to note. "What would happen if I reunited all my soul pieces, except V's, and then walked the deathlands with V on my shoulder?"

"Huh." Harry sat up in surprise, not having considered that as a possibility before.

"Good idea, good idea," V cawed, also sounding far less furious than he had before.

"I suppose that could work," Harry mused as he ran all the possibilities through his mind. "Your soul should be as intact as possible, but having one tiny sliver of it as a separate entity won't cause much of a problem, I'm sure."

"Well then," Marvolo said with a growing smile. "Let's do that."

V quick flew over to land on Harry's shoulder, rubbing is beak affectionately against his cheek. "V stay, V stay."

"Yeah, I'm glad you are, buddy," Harry said with a happy little sigh as he scratched V's chin with two fingers.

"This does explain why you were so eager to work with me," Marvolo said quietly as he observed them with a tilt of his head. "I had wondered."

Harry chuckled. "You must have thought me an ignorant little fool."

"At first I did, yes," Marvolo agreed easily enough. "But then I got to know you and realized you're many things, but a fool isn't one of them."

Harry smiled at his lover, extraordinarily happy that they'd come up with a solution that would let Harry keep his best friend by his side, while Marvolo still had a chance to become a true necromancer. "Speaking about the ritual that reunites your soul pieces, I'm sure I can do that for you without causing you so much pain."

Marvolo leaned back in his chair when Dobby popped into the room to take away their empty plates. He replaced them with little plates of baklava and cups of steaming coffee.

Harry dug into his dessert while Marvolo continued to observe him. "Have you done this before?" Marvolo asked, finally picking up his own fork to start on his dessert.

"All soul magic comes naturally to me," Harry explained in between bites. That baklava was remarkably delicious. "And a soul wants to be complete. Splitting it is an unnatural process, so reuniting it won't be much of a problem." Harry refrained from saying how horribly broken Marvolo's soul looked. No reason to upset the man more than he'd already been that evening.

"Then I'd be happy to let you perform the ritual," Marvolo said, and took a big bite of his baklava. He moaned as he chewed and certain parts of Harry's body stirred as he remembered that Marvolo made a sound very close to it just before he climaxed. "When can you do it?"

"Er…" Harry swallowed. "Anytime. As soon as you have all the pieces at hand. We'll just use my ritual room."

They finished their dessert, and afterwards Harry made it clear he wanted a different kind of dessert, which Marvolo was more than happy to offer him.

Harry woke up the next morning, well-fucked and well-rested, to find a woman standing in Marvolo's bedroom, staring at him with wide blue eyes.

"Ah, you're awake. Good morning, Harry. I've come to give you my daily report." Sabrina Lovegood held up a scroll and started reading from it.

Marvolo stirred awake, took one look at the woman and pulled his wand out from under his pillow. "How the fuck did you get in here?" Marvolo demanded while Harry stared at his new assistant in utter disbelief.

V sat on the headboard, clapping his beak at the witch in clear warning. "Weird witch, weird witch."

"Dobby let me in. He's very kind." Sabrina didn't even bother looking up from the scroll in her hand, entirely unfazed to have a Dark Lord aiming a wand at her. "I've gone through your mail, and left any important pieces on your desk. The rest I threw in the fireplace. Lots of it was cursed. I've also booked Town Hall for Sirius' Animagus meetings. We have it available every Wednesday evening from seven to eight."

"Sirius' what?" Harry asked, pushing himself up in a sitting position while he wondered if this was some utterly bizarre dream.

"I've put an announcement on the notice board that Sirius will be teaching you to become an Animagus. There are lots of other people who'd also love to learn. Like me!" Sabrina gave Harry a very bright smile. "I'd love to be a butterfly. Or a parrot. Or a canary, one of those colourful ones. I do so love canaries. Do you think I'd make a good canary, Harry?"

Harry wasn't even sure what the hell a canary looked like. "The best," he said, because he wasn't about to upset the weird witch in their bedroom.

Sabrina beamed at him before going back to her scroll. She had a huge quill made from a very flashy blue feather stuck behind her ear and she was wearing a necklace made from real, bright orange flowers. "I've also asked Violet to clear closet space so Tom can move his things into your bedroom at the castle."

"Tom?" Harry asked in confusion while Marvolo sputtered in quiet outrage beside him.

Sabrina blinked confused eyes at them. "Oh, you don't call him that yet? My mistake. I've also booked Town Hall for this evening and sent out owls for the meeting with the officials. You need to talk to them, Harry. Magica is a lovely country, but it is very chaotic right now. Also, you'll come up with a very important plan for our people's future this evening, so please do attend the meeting." Sabrina rolled up the scroll and gave Harry a quick nod. "That's all for now. See you this evening. Right now I'm going to start on creating my own newspaper. I think I'll call it The Daily Snitch." Sabrina gave Harry an expectant look.

"That's a lovely name," Harry said automatically though his brain hardly had time to process anything Sabrina had just said to him. "Thanks for stopping by."

Sabrina gave him another bright smile. "Dobby!" The elf popped into existence beside her and gave her a curious look. "Harry and Tom are ready for breakfast in bed now. See you tonight, chaps!" And with that, Sabrina twirled around, colourful skirt fanning out around her and she strolled out of the bedroom.

"What the fuck," Marvolo muttered, finally lowering his wand. "What was that?"

"My new assistant," Harry said with a snicker, now seeing the humour in the whole situation. "She's very eager, apparently."

Marvolo let himself fall back against the mattress just as Dobby popped back into the bedroom with a tray full of breakfast foods. They enjoyed their meal and afterwards they took turn blowing each other in the shower.

While they were drying off, Harry gave Marvolo a long look while he remembered one of the things Sabrina had just said. "You could, you know, if you wanted to."

"Hm?" Marvolo moved towards the sink to brush his teeth. "Do what?"

"Move a few things over to my bedroom," Harry said quietly, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically shy. "Or lots of things, whatever you want."

Marvolo curved an eyebrow as he glanced at Harry, the toothbrush in his mouth keeping him from replying verbally.

"I mean, we already spend all our time together," Harry said reasonably. "And our nights, too, of late. I like having you around. And you'll still have the mansion here if you need some time to yourself."

Marvolo rinsed his mouth and gave Harry a ridiculously fond smile. "I'll send Dobby over later with my effects."

"Okay," Harry said, beaming at Marvolo. He was pretty sure they'd just decided to move in together. "I'll have one of the house-elves add another desk to the library, so you can use it."

"That would be much appreciated." Marvolo grabbed Harry's wrist and drew Harry close enough so he could kiss him. "I'm going to collect my horcruxes today. It shouldn't take me more than a few hours. Might I borrow your invisibility cloak?"

"Sure," Harry agreed in between kisses. "I'm going to inform Sirius he's apparently teaching community Animagus lessons. I'm sure he'll be very surprised."

"I'm teaching what?" Sirius asked, looking very surprised indeed, when Harry told him the good news later that morning. Sirius sat on the couch in his favourite drawing room in Black Manor and stared up at Harry with wide, confused eyes.

"Animagus lessons for everyone." Harry held up a hand when Sirius started sputtering. "Let me explain, please. You're an excellent wizard who's also an Animagus and you have a way with people. Lots of our citizens would love to learn this particular magic, so why not teach them? I want to learn, and Marvolo, and Sabrina. That's three already."

"Who the hell is Sabrina?" Sirius asked, looking even more confused.

"Sabrina Lovegood, my new assistant." Harry sighed. "She's… interesting, to put it mildly, but she did have a good point about these lessons."

Sirius remained quiet for a few moments, rubbing a hand down his face. "Yeah, all right. Kashvi also mentioned she'd love to learn when I showed her my Animagus form. And both Reggie and Barty also want to learn."

"See, that's six!" Harry could hardly stand still out of sheer happiness. He did want to learn how to become an Animagus, because that was one of the few kinds of wizarding magic he hadn't been able to learn from his family while living in Santika. He'd learned the theory easily enough but he'd lacked the proper potions ingredients to manage the actual transformation. Now he couldn't wait to see what sort of animal he'd turn into. He was equally as curious about Marvolo's future Animagus form.

"When was it?" Sirius asked with a grin, obviously amused by Harry's enthusiasm.

"Every Wednesday from seven to eight at Town Hall. Oh, and we're having a meeting there tonight as well, with all the officials. You're mayor, so you should be there."

Sirius perked up at hearing that, surprisingly. "We can finalize our plans for the annual broom race then. Excellent."

Snorting, Harry shook his head and was about to leave when Remus entered the drawing room.

"Ah, Harry, I was hoping to talk to you," Remus said, and he looked almost hesitant when he stopped beside Harry. "You mentioned perhaps hiring an assistant for me, at Town Hall…"

Harry immediately understood what was happening. Remus needed help but found it difficult to ask for it. Harry sympathized. A lot. "Say no more. Hire however many people you need, Remus. I'll add them to the payroll."

"Thank you," Remus whispered with utmost sincerity. Harry quickly waved his gratitude away and said goodbye to his friends.

V gently pulled at Harry's hair once they stepped outside Black Manor. "V's still here, V's still here." And with that, V flapped his wings and took to the sky. Harry was right behind him as he launched himself up into the air. For the first time since Marvolo had taught him to fly, Harry managed to keep a straight line as he made his way back to his castle.

Harry was about to sit down for lunch an hour later when Marvolo stepped inside the kitchen, a silk bag in his hand that rattled as he walked towards the table. "Good, I'm starving." Marvolo leaned over to give Harry a quick kiss before sitting down. Violet was there immediately with a plate filled with chicken and mushroom pie and a glass of white wine. While Marvolo took a generous bite, Harry poked at his own plate of pie while a warm, sappy feeling filled his chest. Marvolo had agreed to move in with Harry, hadn't he? This was Harry's future now. Life with a clever, handsome man who fulfilled all of Harry's needs without much effort. It struck Harry suddenly that at that moment he was happier than he'd been for a very long time.

"Did you get all of them?" Harry finally asked, and took a bite of his lunch.

Marvolo nodded and swallowed. "Yes, I even visited Hogwarts."

"Is that why you needed the invisibility cloak?" Harry guessed.

"That was the plan, yes. But as it turned out, there were so many people walking in and out of the school, working on the damage, that I could stroll right in. I simply pretended to be concerned for the future of the school and no one stopped me. Well, Barty did, but he has a role to play."

Harry chuckled and took another bite of pie.

"How long will the ritual take?" Marvolo asked in between sips of wine.

"Probably half an hour or so. Not very long."

"Can we do it after lunch then?" Marvolo looked at Harry with wide, hopeful eyes. "Now that I have decided on this path forward, I find myself eager to see the ritual completed."

"Sure," Harry agreed easily enough. He tried to seem nonchalant, but deep down inside Harry was also quite eager to put Marvolo's soul back to rights. It had never sat well with him that Marvolo was so damaged at his very core.

After their excellent meal Marvolo followed Harry down to the ritual room in the basement. While Harry activated the correct runes around the room, Marvolo emptied the bag. He placed the locket, diadem, cup and ring on the floor and gave Harry an expectant look.

"Take off your shirt and lay down in the centre of the room," Harry told him while he finished with the runes. The room charged quickly, the magic washing over Harry like a soft, cold breeze. Marvolo did as he was told and the moment he lay down Harry got to work on him. Slicing his own finger, Harry painted several runes all over Marvolo's chest with his blood. Marvolo craned his neck to see what Harry was doing, but otherwise remained perfectly still.

"Right, that's done." Harry picked up the horcruxes and placed them on Marvolo's chest. "This shouldn't hurt too much, but it will be uncomfortable. Stay as still as you can."

Marvolo nodded, eyes a little wide and face a little pale, but he seemed determined to see the whole thing through, no matter what price he had to pay.

Harry placed his hands on the ring, which seemed to house the biggest piece of soul out of all four items, and poured his magic into it. The soul piece felt slightly withered, even a little shrunken, as though it had dehydrated over its many years apart from its main piece. Harry's magic perked it right up and it seemed eager enough to join its original body. Harry pushed it inside Marvolo easily enough, and the only response Marvolo gave was a small groan while he gritted his teeth. The rest of the horcruxes went much the same way, though the experience did seem to become more and more painful for Marvolo. By the time Harry pushed the final horcrux back into him, Marvolo cried out for a brief moment and then curled up on his side, eyes squeezed shut, arms tucked protectively against his own chest.

"Marvolo?" Harry asked softly as he kneeled at his lover's side. "You okay?" Everything had gone perfectly, so Harry wondered what was bothering Marvolo so much.

"For fuck's sake, call me Tom."

Harry blinked and then tried to bite back a grin. At that moment Harry was absolutely sure that Sabrina had some sort of Sight. "All right. Tom. How are you feeling?"

"Like a fucking moron." Tom still had his eyes squeezed shut but some of the tension left his body and he released a deep, deep sigh. "Like I'm the biggest fool on this whole entire planet. I should be thanking Lucius on bare knees for planting my diary on that poor girl. If I hadn't absorbed that resurrected horcrux I'd still be utterly insane."

It took Harry a moment to piece together what Tom was actually saying, but he got there in the end. "I never wanted to tell you, but your broken soul looked like a hellscape. I'm so, so glad you decided to fix it."

"You and me both," Tom muttered, and he rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. His gaze was much the same as it had been before, but there was a certain lack of tension in his face now, as though for the first time in many decades he was able to finally relax. "Hi, I'm Tom Riddle and I regret to inform you that you've invited an enormous asshole to move in with you."

"Hi, Tom." Harry offered his lover a bright grin. "I've done some stupid things myself over the years, so I won't judge you. Much. And as long as you keep fucking me like you have, you can stay."

"Yeah, that won't be a problem." Tom's eyes took on a heated gleam as he slowly pushed himself up with his hands. "In fact, I wouldn't mind giving you a good buggering right now. It's either that, or I go and curse something. Anything."

Harry licked his lips and leaned over to kiss Tom. His lips felt the same, his tongue tasted the same, and yet it felt like Harry was finally kissing the real man that had always been hiding deep inside the body he'd gotten to know over the last few months. Tom was eager to return the kiss, his hand finding Harry's hair to pull him closer still.

They didn't speak as they kept kissing while they removed their clothing piece by piece. Harry ended up on his hands on knees with Tom kneeling behind him as he rammed his hard cock inside. Harry groaned at both the intrusion and the feeling of their heady magic swirling around them and engulfing them whole.

It was a short, hard fuck, which ended with Harry coming all over the floor and Tom falling on top of Harry's back as he climaxed with a groan, but it was exactly what they needed.

"I'm still me," Tom said later, as they lay side by side on the cold, stone floor, sweaty bodies cooling down. "I've not suddenly changed completely. But it's as though a curtain has been pulled away and for the first time in decades I can see clearly again. Think clearly again." Tom glanced at Harry while his fingers sought out Harry's hand. He carefully laced their fingers together. "Thank you. I mean that. Thank you, Harry."

Swallowing, Harry gave Tom a small nod. "You're welcome. I'm glad you're whole again. Do you still want to become a necromancer?"

The tight look Tom gave him was full of offense, making Harry chuckle. "Of course," Tom said, in a snooty tone as though Harry had just asked him an utterly ridiculous question.

"Good. Then I've got a few more books for you to read, and we'll have to start on the tattoos soon," Harry said and looked at Tom with an expectant curve of his eyebrows. He wasn't disappointed when Tom wrinkled his nose and gave Harry a questioning look.

"Are they really necessary?"

"Yes." Harry's voice was full of quiet amusement. Unwittingly, Harry's mind went back to his time with Rylan, when Harry had received his tattoos in between bouts of vigorous fucking. "But just think how intimate it will be. Me bending over your naked body, closely inking your skin while brushing my body against yours."

Tom at least started to look intrigued by that idea, much to Harry's satisfaction. "Fine, I suppose we can try it out."

"Not today, though," Harry was quick to point out. "We have a meeting later, and we should take a shower and have a meal beforehand." Frowning, Harry remembered something he was curious about. "What's with the names, anyway? Why now Tom instead of Marvolo?"

Tom snorted and pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Tom is my name, plain and simple. Why on earth I thought Marvolo was a better option I'll never understand. It was my maternal grandfather's name, and while I never met the man in person, I did see memories of him in my uncle's mind and Marvolo Gaunt was an utterly unpleasant man in every way possible."

"People are still going to call you that," Harry pointed out almost apologetically. "You've introduced yourself as Marvolo to far too many people."

Tom sighed the long suffering sigh of the defeated. "Yes, I am aware. But as long as you just call me Tom, I can live with it."

"Sure." Harry sat up and pressed several long, lingering kisses to the back of Tom's neck. "Tom. I am yours to command."

"You're just asking for it, aren't you?" Tom glanced at Harry over his shoulder and before long they were making out again as if their lives depended on it. This time they ended up with Tom flat on his back and Harry riding his cock to the high heavens.

"We should really get going now," Harry panted once they were finished. Tom chuckled beside him before getting to his feet with a tired groan. He reached out a hand and pulled Harry up as well. They showered, which involved only some snogging since they were pretty fucked out at that point, and afterwards they enjoyed an excellent meal of spaghetti Bolognese that Violet served them. V hopped from Harry's shoulder to Tom's, and surprisingly Tom didn't even seem to mind when V pecked at his plate to have some dinner of his own.

They flew to Town Hall side by side, V following with excited caws. They weren't the last ones to arrive, thankfully. Sirius, Remus, Regulus, Rachel and Sebastian were already there. Someone had conjured a large table with plenty of chairs around it, and there were pots of tea and coffee, plus a plate of biscuits, waiting for those who wanted some. Sabrina stepped through the door next, took one look at Tom and beamed at him. Tom merely nodded coolly in return but that didn't seem to faze her in the slightest. Masaru was next with Leon Greengrass at his side. Harry wondered for a moment why Leon was even there until he remembered he'd put Leon in charge of all squib affairs, so that made him an official as well.

"Welcome, everyone," Sabrina said while gesturing at the table. "Let's start the meeting."

Tom poured both himself and Harry cups of coffee while Harry sat down. Tom seated himself in the chair beside Harry, while Sabrina ended up on Harry's other side. She put down various colourful quills and several scrolls and then looked around the table expectantly while everyone got settled.

"Are there any messages people want to share?" Sabrina asked.

Sebastian raised a hand. "The underground housing for the vampires is finished. Remus, you can get word to them that they can move in."

"Excellent!" It didn't faze Harry whatsoever that he was the only one at the table to express any kind of enthusiasm at hearing that news. Harry loved the vampires and he didn't care one bit that he was the only one to do so. V cackled on his shoulder at everyone's else uncomfortable reactions. Tom rolled his eyes but otherwise didn't comment. Smart man.

Regulus was next. "I know I told you I could handle the work by myself," he said, looking straight at Harry. "But with all the books you keep bringing me, it's getting to be a bit much. I've found an excellent muggleborn volunteer and I'd like to offer her a salary. I'd be happy to pay it, since we've got more than enough gold."

"I'm fine with the Spellbridge library being sponsored by the Black family fortune," Harry said easily enough and around the table people nodded in agreement.

"I have a subject I'd like to discuss," Rachel said in the sort of tone that suggested she'd been stewing on that particular subject at least for a few days already.

"Rachel," Remus whispered, leaning closer to her. "Perhaps now is not the time."

"Now is the perfect time, dear," Rachel said, giving Remus a hard look in return. "Harry, during Yule dinner, you discussed how you encouraged people to have lots of children to populate Sildar, correct?"

"Yep," Harry said with a mild frown, wondering where Rachel was going with this.

"I didn't say anything at the time, because the subject caught me by surprise," Rachel continued, now in a somewhat milder voice. "I don't know if you're aware, but female werewolves cannot give birth. We can conceive, but during our first full moon we will miscarriage. The transformation is too violent for the foetus to survive."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Harry said, and he meant that. He'd always genuinely loved being a parent and he could imagine how heart-breaking it would be if one couldn't have children of their own while desiring to have them.

Tom shifted in his seat, his face the picture of intense concentration as his mind obviously went a mile a minute. "I'd be happy to take a closer look at this problem, to see if we cannot find a magical solution. A charm or a potion, perhaps."

"Thank you," Rachel said, and she released an obviously relieved sigh. "I was hoping someone would suggest that."

Leon was next with a rapport on the squibs he'd approached to move to Magica, but Harry hardly heard a word he said. His mind for reasons he did not understand wandered back to that conversation at the Yule dinner table at Black Manor. Harry had finally told them how many children and grandchildren he'd had, much to everyone's surprise. No one had apparently assumed Harry to be a parent at all.

Remus had jokingly suggested Harry should volunteer for a sperm bank, and after Kashvi then explained to a bewildered Harry what a sperm bank even was, they'd all had a good laugh.

But now Harry couldn't stop thinking about the problem Rachel had mentioned. A good portion of the women on their island were infertile for all intents and purposes, which meant they wouldn't be able to replace and add to the population. Yes, someone like Tom might discover a magical solution, but that could take years. Decades, even.

Then there was the problem of the muggles and their growing numbers.

Something clicked in Harry's mind, so hard and fast, that he actually gasped out loud.

"Yes, Harry?" Sabrina said with a knowing glint in her eyes.

"The muggle sperm bank donors, they are anonymous, aren't they?" Harry asked no one in particular.

Sirius snorted in amusement, but Masaru gave a thoughtful nod. "Yes. People can select for race and intelligence and personality traits, but generally they don't know who the exact person is that donated the sperm."

Harry's grin was wide and sharp. "I just realized how we can grow our numbers. Not just here on Magica, but in the magical community as a whole."

Tom leaned closer to Harry, impatience clear in his voice. "What's your plan?"

Looking at him, Harry couldn't stop chuckling. "We replace every donor's sperm at every sperm bank in the world with sperm donated by a wizard. That would ensure an enormous increase in magical births."