Harry Potter: Soul Bond and Marriage Contracts
Chapter Two: the Coven
Daphne Greengrass fingered her new wand as she and Harry approached Fleur Delacour, one of Harry's fellow competitors in the Triwizard Tournament.
"Lord and Lady Slytherin," the Veela greeted with a bow. "What can zis lowly creature do for you?"
"Cut the crap, Fleur," demanded Harry. "You are not a lowly creature in anyone's eyes, except for a few uneducated bigots. Veela is one of a handful of creature heritages that one can have and still be considered pureblood in wizarding society. Moreover, it is one of only three that is not frowned upon by even the staunchest of blood purists. Even House Malfoy has Veela in its ancestry!"
"Clearly, zee 'eir Malfoy eez unaware of zees fact," said Fleur with a scowl.
"I did mention uneducated bigots," Harry pointed out. "Do you happen to have time for some 'international relations', Fleur?"
"Lead zee way," said Fleur with a nod. Harry offered Fleur his arm, which she took. "Such a gentleman."
Daphne followed Harry as he led Fleur to the newly furnished bonded quarters Harry shared with her, Ginny, and Susan.
Harry led Fleur into his bedroom, and the two kissed heatedly. A pure white flash of magic enveloped them. "You plan to bond me," realized Fleur.
In response, Daphne kissed Fleur, another white flash of magic enveloping them. "Exactly," she said. "The Slytherin family could use such a powerful consort."
Ginny walked into the room and kissed Fleur, accompanied by another flash of magic. "As could the Potter family."
Last to enter the room was Susan Bones, who was the last to kiss Fleur, with one final flash of magic. "As could the Gryffindor family." Susan waved her wand, vanishing everyone's clothes, and Fleur moaned as Harry entered her.
"Eet takes a powerful wizard to fully bond a Veela," commented Fleur as Harry began moving, a white glow of magic surrounding them.
"Not to toot my own horn," began Harry, "but I seem to be having no trouble bonding you." Indeed, as he railed the French Veela, the white glow of magic just got brighter.
"Remember, to complete zee bond you need to bring zee female you are bonding to orgasm before each time you seed 'er," warned Fleur.
"Of course," nodded Harry. "Getting a Veela like yourself off might be challenging. Mind giving me some help, girls?"
Ginny, Susan, and Daphne nodded. Fleur whimpered as Ginny and Daphne each latched on to one of her nipples and groaned as Susan's tongue began messaging her clit. "Cheating," moaned Fleur. "Zees eez cheating!"
"All is fair in love and war," said Harry before capturing Fleur's lips. She moaned into his mouth, Harry feeling his victory as Fleur's insides clenched around him, causing him to erupt within her depths. He pulled out of her, still hard, and plunged into her rear. Susan drew back before moving lower, and Fleur moaned as Susan began eating her out in earnest.
"I can tell zat you don't need to cheat een zis way, 'arry," said Fleur. "Why aren't you showing me your true power?"
"One, I don't want to hurt you," explained Harry. "To withstand my full power, you would need to unleash your Veela entirely. In doing so without the bond in place to protect your mind, you would lose yourself. Two, I want my bond with you to include my lovely wives, if that is okay."
Fleur nodded. "Zee second reason eez lovely, and I am touched by zee first reason, despite the misunderstanding. Zee bond's protection might 'elp me retain my ability to act 'uman eef I ever fully embrace my Veela side, but a Veela eez who I am. I wouldn't really lose myself, eizer way." Harry groaned as the Veela clenched around him and grunted as he flooded her rectum with his release.
Daphne and Ginny released Fleur's nipples as the Veela began sucking Harry off. Susan moved lower and began licking Fleur's arse, and Daphne began eating Fleur out as Ginny messaged the Veela's clit with her tongue. The white glow of magic enveloped them and Fleur soon screamed around Harry as he flooded her gullet.
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As the fully-bonded consort of Harry Potter, Fleur Delacour felt more content than ever. Come the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, she embraced her Veela side with no hesitation to fight off the grindylows as they tried to stop her from reaching her hostage. Upon reaching the shore with her little sister, Gabrielle, in her arms, Fleur smiled at Ginny, who was in Harry's arms.
Fleur's control over her allure was shoddy, something that was noticed by Madam Maxime, who pulled her to the side. "What is wrong, my dear?"
Fleur explained, as quickly as she could, what had happened. "If not for my consort bond with Harry, I doubt I would be able to act the slightest bit human," she concluded.
"Focus on the bond, Fleur," instructed the Headmistress. "And try to reign in your allure." Fleur obeyed, focusing on the magic of her bond with Harry and his wives. Then, she carefully drew her allure into the bond. "Good. Your allure is controlled."
"Not in the same way it was," admitted Fleur. "I channeled it into the bond."
"I'm glad that you found the solution so quickly, Fleur," said Appoline, Fleur's mother. "Now, introduce me to your bonded."
Fleur led her mother to Harry. "'arry, zees eez my muzzer, Appoline Delacour."
"A pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Potter," greeted Appoline. "I can sense that you are good for my daughter."
"Not just me, Madame Delacour," said Harry. "This is my Lady Potter." He gestured to Ginny. "This is my Lady Gryffindor." He gestured to Susan. "And this is my Lady Slytherin." He gestured to Daphne.
"Zen I zank you all for bonding weez my daughter," said Appoline. "Eet eez rare for a fully awakened Veela to 'ave such control over 'erself."
"She has been a powerful addition to my family," said Harry. "Only a powerful Veela could be such an ideal consort for three ancient houses." Harry drew Fleur into an embrace. "And I have come to love her." Harry kissed Fleur.
Soon, the judges gave the scores, and Fleur and Harry each received full points for the task.
Ron clapped Harry on the back. "Good show, mate. Er, Hermione needs to talk to you. Just know that I am in full agreement with what she's going to ask."
"She wants to be my first concubine, right?" asked Harry.
Ron blushed. "Taking her to the Yule Ball felt like I was taking my sister, mate. Sorry, Ginny."
Ginny shrugged. "From what Harry tells me, the two of you squabble like siblings."
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Hermione was nervously biting her lip as she met with Harry in his rooms. The presence of Ginny, Daphne, Susan, and Fleur did nothing to help her nerves.
"Calm down, Hermione," said Ginny. "Daphne, Susan, and I are Harry's wives. Fleur is his consort. You aren't competing with us."
"Ginny's right," said Harry. "You are competing with the witches that are not in this room, and it is not even close. None of them are my best friend. None of them made me realize I'm attracted to witches. None of them were my first shag."
"Thanks, Harry," said Hermione as she took a deep breath. "Would you consider making me your first concubine, Harry?"
"Hermione, I have already been considering you," admitted Harry. "I just didn't want to get between you and Ron. Now that I know you two don't feel that way, however, you are at the top of my list of potential concubines."
"Who else is on the list?" asked Hermione.
"Katie Bell," began Harry.
"Luna Lovegood," added Ginny.
"Tracey Davis," added Daphne.
"Hannah Abbot," added Susan.
"Madam Hooch," added Harry.
"Madam Rosmerta," added Ginny.
"Professor Vector," added Daphne.
"Nymphadora Tonks," added Susan.
"I see you've all thought about it," commented Hermione dryly. "Guess I should grab my spot before it's taken." Before Hermione could say anything more, Harry was kissing her. A pale blue flash of magic enveloped them.
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As a Veela, Fleur could sense the immense depth of love between Harry and Hermione as the two began the process of bonding. It rivaled the amount of love Harry and Ginny shared, despite the fact that Harry and Ginny shared a soul bond. Fleur, in that moment, knew what she needed to do.
She began focusing her Veela magic on the pale blue glow surrounding Hermione and Harry as they made love. She pushed her magic into the forming bond, and the color of the glow shifted from pale blue to white, then to silver, and finally to white gold. "What did you do?" asked Ginny in a whisper.
"I used my Veela magic to supercharge zee bond between zem," answered Fleur. "Not quite to zee level of a natural soul bond, 'ence white gold instead of gold, but a level of bond closer to zee depth of love that I can sense between zem.
"Can you do that with a bond that's already completed?" asked Ginny.
Fleur nodded. "Eef zee members of a bond are being intimate wiz me in zee room, I can tweak zeir bond based on 'ow much love I sense between zem. Eet eez easier eef zee bond eez not yet complete, 'owever."
Fleur, Ginny, Susan, and Daphne then watched in silence as Harry and Hermione completed their bond. When the final glow of magic disappeared, a collar with a diamond in the center appeared on Hermione's neck. "Congratulations, 'arry, 'ermione. You 'ave achieved zee 'ighest possible concubine bond. Zee love bond. Eet eez more zan a regular marriage bond, but less zan a soul bond."
Hermione touched her collar with wonder on her face. "Thank you, Fleur."
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The third task of the Triwizard Tournament was fairly straightforward and logical, which astounded Harry more than anything else.
Harry and Fleur, tied for first place, entered the maze together. "Stay with me, Fleur. We will win this together, or not at all."
Fleur simply nodded. They encountered various creatures, which Fleur dealt with while Harry used Hermione's 'point me' spell to help them navigate the maze. That was, until they came across their fellow competitors. Victor Krum was pointing his wand at Cedric Diggory, who was writhing on the ground in agony. "Zee Cruciatus!" exclaimed Fleur. "Zat cannot be legal!"
Harry shook his head. "Unfortunately, Triwizard Champions are given legal immunity for spells they cast during the tasks. Which means I can do this: Avada Kedavra!" The pale green light of the killing curse struck Victor, who dropped like a marionette with its strings cut.
"Thanks, Potter," said Cedric weakly. "Don't feel guilty. Death is much better than living with Dark Magic Dependency Syndrome, which is unfortunately common among Durmstrang students. Using the Cruciatus as much as Krum just did on top of the Dark Arts curriculum of seven years as a Durmstrang student would have all but guaranteed DMDS, if Krum wasn't suffering from it already."
Harry let out a relieved sigh, glad that Cedric wasn't going to be spreading rumors of him being some kind of Dark Lord in training. Fleur sighed herself. "DMDS would explain the glazed look in Victor's eyes. The only other explanation would have been the Inperius, but who would have cast it?"
"I wouldn't put it past Karkaroff," said Cedric darkly.
Harry and Fleur left Cedric to fend for himself, with Harry casting the 'point me' spell again. They eventually reached a Sphinx and answered the riddle before making their way to the Triwizard Cup, which sat on a pedestal in the center of the maze. Fleur motioned for Harry to wait as she cast every diagnostic spell she knew over the cup. "A portkey," she realized. "Zee original caster set eet to transport zee 'older to zee entrance of zee maze. Eet 'as been tampered wiz, zough." She focused for a moment on the tampered portkey before incanting "finite". As she expected, the cup was no longer tampered with, but still very much a portkey. "Shall we take zee cup, 'arry?"
Harry nodded. "One, two, three." On three, Harry and Fleur both felt a tug behind their navels as they vanished from the maze and reappeared at the entrance.
"There you have it, folks," Bagman's voice boomed. "The 1994 Triwizard Tournament has ended in a tie between Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived!"
Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, approached the pair, a sack in his hand. "This is your winnings. Ten thousand galleons. How do you want to split it?"
"Give eet to 'arry," said Fleur. "I am 'is consort. What eez mine eez 'is."
Minister Fudge nodded, handing the sack to Harry. "Congratulations, you two."
The next individual to congratulate them was Amos Diggory. "Thank you, Mr. Potter, for saving my son. And congratulations."
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At the end of the school year, Harry sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express between Ginny and Hermione, with Daphne, Fleur, and Susan across from them.
"What are we going to do this summer?" asked Hermione.
"We are staying at Sirius' childhood home," replied Harry. "Remus is going to pick us up at the station. After we get settled, we are going to look through the Potter, Gryffindor, and Slytherin family estates for a more permanent home."
"You should look for a second concubine," suggested Fleur. "Including you, zat would make seven of us. We could zen do zee ritual to form a coven. Eet eez only zrough coven magic zat we could construct a new 'ome for our family zat wouldn't favor one part of zee combined family magics over zee ozzers."
"Did someone mention coven magic?" asked a blonde witch with a dreamy look in her eyes, who waltzed into the compartment.
"Yes, Luna," said Ginny. "Fleur just mentioned it. Harry needs a second concubine to reach the seven required for the ritual. Are you interested?"
"Is being a concubine like having friends?" asked Luna, a vulnerable look in her eyes that broke Harry's heart. He knew that look well, having seen it in the mirror.
"Yes, Luna," replied Harry. "Being my concubine will be exactly like having friends."
Luna leaned in and kissed Harry. Fleur pointed her wand at the door. "ColloportusMaxima," she incanted. "Silencio Maxima, Repello Maxima!"
As Harry bonded with Luna, Fleur began drawing the circle and runes for the coven formation ritual. Hermione and Daphne assisted Fleur, while Ginny and Susan made out.
Once the bond between Luna and Harry was complete, the magic of the ritual flooded the compartment and the orgy began.
By the time the train reached Platform 9 3/4, the ritual was complete. The newly formed coven was greeted by Remus, who ushered them into a magically expanded automobile.
When they reached Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry's godfather motioned for them to follow him inside. "Welcome to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black," said Sirius. "A coven, pup?" he asked with a whistle. "You don't do anything by half!"
There was a pop as an old looking House Elf appeared. "Kreacher welcomes the noble coven to the Ancient and Most Honorable House of Black." The elf gave Sirius a stink eye as he corrected the man. "Kreacher will lead you to the coven quarters."
"We have coven quarters?" asked Sirius, raising an eyebrow.
Kreacher rolled his eyes. "Kreacher has half a mind to ask for clothes so that he can serve the noble coven. The answer to your question, Master Sirius, is yes. If a house is not built with goblin, gnome, elf, or dwarf magic, it is built with coven magic. You were raised in the House of Black, so tell Kreacher, would any of your ancestors have trusted a goblin, a gnome, an elf, or a dwarf to build their home?"
"Of course they wouldn't," Sirius scoffed. "Oh, I see. Carry on then."
The coven quarters of House Black were nice, but Harry craved a home to call his own. Or rather, the coven magic craved to build them a home.
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"So, you want to build a home with coven magic?" asked Sharpclaw. All seven of them nodded. "Very well. Do you want to do it with coven magic alone, or hire a construction team to assist?"
"What would the difference be?" asked Hermione.
"You've all seen the House of Black?" They nodded. "That is a result of construction with pure coven magic. Not very impressive, is it?" They shook their heads. "Now think of Hogwarts. The castle was constructed by a four covens of seven mages apiece. Furthermore, a construction team of seven dwarves, thirteen goblins, three gnomes, and seventy elves assisted the covens. Human magic, similar to the magics of other races, is limited in the materials that channel it well. There is a reason wands are made of wood, after all. Just as human magic favors wood, goblin magic favors metal, gnome magic favors precious gems, elf magic favors cloth, and dwarf magic favors stone."
"That's a significant difference," admitted Hermione. "We should hire a team of dwarves at the very least."
"Metal is necessary as well, especially if we want electricity," said Harry. "We should hire a team of goblins."
"Gems make the best ward anchors," added Fleur. "We'll need to hire at least one gnome."
"And curtains are made of cloth," added Harry. "Dobby!"
Harry's favorite House Elf appeared with a pop. "The Great Harry Potter calls Dobby?"
"Find five other elves that are in a similar situation to yourself and then find Kreacher," ordered Harry. "We need seven elves to help construct our new home."
"Dobby will be doing that," said the elf with a bow before disappearing with a pop.
"If you wish, I will put together a team of one gnome, three goblins, and seven dwarves," suggested Sharpclaw. "I will also purchase an ideal plot of land in your name that is in the neutral area between the goblin, gnome, and dwarf territories."
"You may do so," said Harry.
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A few weeks later, a dwarf named Grumpy led the coven to an area of land in the Scottish countryside. They could see Hogwarts in the distance. They were led into a hole in the ground, at the center of which was a massive stone. "She wants to be a ward stone," another dwarf called Happy told them. "As we carve her into shape, we need each of you to call on your coven magic and carve runes into her by following your instincts. Keep in mind exactly how you want the wards to function."
As the dwarves began shaving down the stone's rough edges, Fleur and Hermione began carving runes, soon joined by Daphne. Once they had roughly three-sevenths of the surface covered in runes, they stepped back. Ginny and Luna stepped forward and began carving. They moved more slowly, but with precision, and soon stepped back.
Susan and Harry were last, and the redheaded Hufflepuff smiled at her husband as they worked together to carve the last of the runes. "Excellent," said Happy. "Now, each of you must hold hands with one of us while we help you infuse her with magic." Luna smiled and took Happy's hand. Harry took Grumpy's hand, as the gruff dwarf seemed to be the leader. Hermione took the hand of the dwarf named Doc, while Ginny took the hand of the dwarf named Bashful. Fleur then took the hand of the dwarf named Sneezy, while Susan took the hand of the dwarf named Dopey. Finally, Daphne took the hand of the dwarf named Sleepy.
Each of the seven dwarves placed their other hand on the stone. "Begin channeling your coven magic through us into the stone," Grumpy instructed. Each member of the coven closed their eyes and began channeling. They did so for a few minutes, until Grumpy said, "Enough." They opened their eyes to see the runes covering the stone glowing a bright red. "We have until those runes stop glowing to build the house. To the quarry!"
Selecting stones from the quarry to build with was a matter of sensing with their coven magic, pointing out each stone that called to them, and having one of the dwarves carry each stone away to be fashioned into a useable shape. Digging and building the foundation took about a month, as whichever member of the coven felt drawn to a given stone had to carve runes into the surface and then have a dwarf help them infuse the stone. Then the stone had to be laid into the foundation.
Once the foundation was complete, each member of the coven was required to sense each tree in the forest surrounding the land, going as far as the Forbidden Forest, to determine which were compatible with their magic. Then they had to rend each tree they chose into timber before carving runes into each piece of wood. Then, they used coven magic to cast the spell that moved the wood into place for the goblins to nail. They did this until the floor was finished, and then moved on to the interior walls.
The goblins fashioned an electrical box that the coven engraved with runes. It would be powered by a special gemstone that the gnome, Jeremy, helped them find and infuse. Laying the electrical lines and conduits was a task for the goblins, while the coven and the dwarves continued the stonework for the exterior walls. The building slowly but surely began looking like a house which was furnished with the help of the elves, led by Dobby.
It was in early August that the house was finished with the performance of a ritual by the coven. The House of Peverell, as it was now called, was a beautiful home.
Peverell, thought Harry, fidgeting with his newly forged lordship ring, in which the recently reclaimed Stone of Resurrection sat. It was an ancient line from which Potter, Gryffindor, and Slytherin were the last cadet lines remaining. Sitting in his new study, Harry could feel the hum of the powerful wards protecting the new estate.
"I believe congratulations are in order, Lord Peverell," said Albus Dumbledore, who was seated across from Harry. "A brand new magical estate hasn't been built on British soil for over four hundred years, until now. Partly because the Ministry of Magic frowns on coven magic being used without their approval. They cannot exactly regulate or ban it, you see."
Harry smirked. "That gives me the perfect idea for a prank. Would you be able to contact thirteen muggleborn witches that are lesbians and tell them that Lord Peverell would like to meet with them?"
"I'll see what I can do," replied Albus with a twinkle in his eye.
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"You want us to form a coven?" asked Tanya, the most outspoken of the thirteen witches Dumbledore had contacted.
Harry smirked. "I just learned from Headmaster Dumbledore that the ministry frowns on coven magic being performed without their say so, but cannot exactly regulate or ban it. You are all muggleborn, and lesbians, so the ministry will probably hate whatever you decide to do with it."
"That does sound interesting," said Natalie, Tanya's life partner. "We'll need to be careful, though, or we'll all be getting kissed, and not in the good way."
"We'll do it," Tanya decided. "Just show us how."
Fleur nodded and showed them how to draw the runes for the ritual. Once the runes were drawn, the Peverell coven left the room to the sounds of an orgy starting.
The Muggle Coven, as they called themselves, began construction of their home the day that the Peverell Coven returned to Hogwarts. The goblins were more than willing to finance such a clever prank on the Ministry, and soon a troop of thirteen goblins, thirteen dwarves, thirteen gnomes, and one hundred thirty house elves were camped at a site just west of the Peverell Estate.
As Harry and his witches rode the Hogwarts Express back to school, they shared much grinning and laughter at the prank they had unleashed on the Ministry.
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