Disclaimer: "The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me." – Ayn Rand

Birth of the Alliance

Hermione's attention was taken off the conversation she was having with her friends by the arrival of one of the maids.

"Does someone need me, Jill?"

"Your father would like a few moments of your time, Ms. Hermione, but only if you think you can spare them."

"Of course," Hermione agreed, rising to her feet. "I'll be back as soon as I can," she told her friends. "Is he in his office?"

"He is, Ms. Hermione," the maid agreed.

"Thank you, Jill, that will be all."

Hermione found herself wrapped in her father's arms the moment she crossed the threshold into his office. "I'm sorry I couldn't meet with you earlier, darling, but I am afraid that we had a bit of a situation to deal with."

"It's alright, daddy," Hermione replied. "What sort of situation?"

"Harry's people foiled an attempt to kidnap your mother," Phillip stated. "Almost certainly would have ended in failure anyway when faced with our normal precautions, but still worrisome."

"Did the police catch all of them?"

"Most of them. I would wager that they will likely round up the remainder of them in a week or two. It's been handled, darling, nothing to concern yourself with. I just wanted to make sure you were kept informed."

"Thank you, daddy," Hermione stated, making a mental note to thank her best friend. "Was that the only reason you wanted to speak with me?"

"Not even the main reason," he replied, leading his daughter to the leather couch. "What I really wanted to do was assure myself that you weren't too shaken up after what happened in Hogsmeade. Ms. Jane tells me that you and Luna are working on a fusion reactor?"

"That's one of the things," Hermione agreed. "We stand to save a considerable amount on coal by replacing the power plants in the engines if the prototype works out."

"You think your design will produce more power than it consumes?"

"With the right combination of runes and enchantments, yes," Hermione agreed.

Phillip took three deep calming breaths. "One moment please, darling." He stood up and walked to the phone on his desk. Three more calming breaths and he dialed a number. "It's me, I need to meet with someone, preferably several someones, knowledgeable about fusion power . . . members of the family only, they need to be completely trusted . . . now . . . I don't care if we have to charter a plane to get them, hell, I don't care if we have to buy a plane to get them, just get them here as quickly as possible . . . thank you." He hung up the phone. "I'm going to be sending you a couple more assistants to help you with your idea, darling."

"Why?" Hermione asked, sounding honestly confused. "What's this all about, daddy."

"Darling, if you and your friend are correct and you have found a way to make fusion energy work, you've ensured that you will add more to the family money than every Granger preceding you all the way to the first combined based only on the percentage of your business owned by the family. The amount it will make you and Luna will make the family money look like pocket change." He smiled. "Darling, your discovery will remake the world."

"But, daddy, we won't be able to release anything or even use it in the normal world. It'd be a violation of the Statue of Secrecy."

"We'll worry about that when the time comes, darling." A part of him was pleased that his daughter didn't realize how little laws mattered when your best friend had his own personal army or your family's wealth was greater than some nation states. "We'll sit down together later and have a long discussion about it."

"Okay, daddy," Hermione agreed.

"What are some of the other things you're working on? Space travel?" He laughed. "Better yet, faster than light travel?"

"We hadn't considered working on space travel," Hermione admitted. "We were working on finding a faster transportation method though and-" the girl's jaw worked silently. "May I have a pen and a pad of paper, please, I just had an idea."

Phillip practically teleported to his desk to get the requested items. "Take them, darling," he said, practically throwing them into her hands.

Hermione dashed out three quick paragraphs followed by a dozen lines of odd looking runes. "I need to show this to Luna."

"Of course, darling," he agreed instantly. "Do you?"

"I don't know, daddy, maybe." She frowned. "I'm afraid it's not something I know too much about, I'm fairly certain it'll get us around our own solar system faster than using rockets, but I need to do some research and some experiments before I can be sure."

"Will it allow us to transport things to and from orbit cheaper than current methods?"

"I . . . maybe," the girl said, sounding uncertain. "I don't know how much it costs now."

"Cheaper than ten thousand pounds a kilogram?"

"Oh." Hermione's eyes lit up. "Much cheaper than that, daddy."

He let a breath out through his nose. "I'm going to be sending you a number of trustworthy helpers, darling, do try to get as much use out of them as possible."

"I will, daddy, do you want to talk again after I've had a chance to speak with Luna?"

"I would," he stated. "Thank you for your time, darling."

Philip walked over to his desk and picked up his phone. "It's me. I need to speak with Harry at his soonest possible convenience about dramatically increasing the number of people in my daughters protection detail. I'll also need a detail assigned for her friend Luna."

IIIIIIIIII

Narcissa carefully put down the paper. She needed to think, she needed a go between, someone non-threatening enough that could take her offer to the other side.

"Skippy!"

"Yes, Mistress Cissy?"

"Have you managed to put an elf in Hogwarts to keep an eye on my son?"

"Yes, Mistress Cissy. Bippy is keeping an eye on young Master Drakey along with the others you had go to Hoggywarts."

"Has Bippy been able to pass on my instructions?"

"Young Master Drakey knows that he is not to leave the castle for any reason, young Master Drakey knows that he is not to bother the Potter or anyone else, young Master Drakey knows that he is to keep his mouth shut until you tell him he can open it again. Bippy will make sure young Master Drakey is not bad, Bippy will punish young Master Drakey if he doesn't listen."

"How goes the other thing?"

"Mistress Cissy's friends have run to the continent," the house elf replied. "Mistress Cissy's friends will not return from the continent for any reason."

"What about option two?"

"The Potter has people watching everyone very closely. Mistress Cissy would not be able to speak with one if the Potter want to stop her."

"I see." She did not want to try to cut a deal with Harry Potter, not after reading through her son's reports on his interactions with the other boy and certainly not after what the Potter had shown himself capable of doing. "We'll keep waiting then. Have you been able to learn anything that might be useful?

"Hogwarts elves is now Potter elves, elves of dead families is now Potter elves, loose elves is now Potter elves. Potter elves is very dangerous."

"I see. Be sure that everyone knows to keep their heads down. We do not want to fight, we want to hide until we can cut a deal with the other side. If any of you get captured, I want you to tell them that we're ready to switch sides."

"Yes, Mistress Cissy."

"Dismissed."

IIIIIIIIII

Phil rose from his chair when Harry entered his office and quickly waved the boy in.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me so quickly, Harry."

"Your man said it was urgent?"

"Hermione and Luna may have developed something that will change the world," Phil began. "Several somethings," he corrected himself.

Harry nodded. "One moment, please." The boy walked to the door and opened it to speak with his aides. "Inform Hogwarts that our return may be delayed. Inform everyone else that they've got as much overtime as they want for the foreseeable future."

"Yes, sir."

Harry stepped back into the room. "Wish they could have waited to change the world until after I'd had a chance to hire more people."

Phillip nodded in agreement. "Any details on your meeting with the goblins tomorrow?"

"Just that they're going to offer me a solution to my manpower issue," Harry replied. "I'm hoping they'll let me keep the warding teams we've been borrowing from them and for the chance to do a bit of recruiting with their curse breakers."

"Think they'd be interested in forming a partnership to deal with the new technology the girls are developing?"

"You'd know more about that than I would," Harry admitted. "We might be able to trade that for access to more of their people, they've already let us recruit an auditor so it's possible."

"Well worth bringing up anyway," Phil stated. "Don't worry about expense, the family has a rather large reserve of cash at the moment and I've got several businesses I can liquidate if that runs out."

"I'll see what I can do," Harry promised. "Problem is there are only so many people in the world with the proper skills."

"I understand." Phil considered the matter. "Would it help to recruit non-magicals?"

"Maybe," Harry replied. "Another thing you'd know more about than I do."

"I'll talk to some contacts," Phil said.

IIIIIIIIII

Susan wasn't sure what to think. Hermione had rushed back into the room and thrust a paper into Luna's hands who'd spent a few moments looking over it before leaping to her feet and grabbing the other girl in a hug. Both girls were currently bouncing up and down chattering to each other in a language that sounded like English but could have been Greek for all she understood of it.

"What do you think, Susan?" Luna asked suddenly.

"What?"

"The Moon or Mars?" Luna prompted. "Hermione believes that we should go to the Moon first, I disagree."

"Uh, why do you disagree?" Susan asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

"Because it's been done several times already," Luna stated. "Mars, by contrast, is completely new territory. Well, aside from a couple of rovers anyway."

"Just because we wouldn't be the first on the moon doesn't make it not worth going to," Hermione stated firmly. "Besides, we could have you take the first step. Having the first pureblood to step on the moon be named Luna is somehow appropriate."

"Would certainly make it easier to remember in a history of magic class," Susan joked.

Luna rubbed her chin, clearly intrigued by the idea.

"And it's not like we can't go to Mars next," Hermione added.

"I suppose," Luna mused. "Why don't we focus on getting to orbit first, we'll worry about the rest of it later."

"Yeah," Susan agreed. "Not like you don't have time to think about it." Likely decades the girl thought to herself.

"That's true," Hermione chirped. Summer was still a few months away so they had plenty of time to hash things out.

IIIIIIIIII

Donald's knee throbbed. A dozen splinters in the back, organ damage, dark spell residue, and the thing that bothered him afterward was the crack his knee took when he went down. It hardly seemed fair. He ignored the looks and the whispers the other students shot him as they came out of the entrance to their part of the castle. Most of them were from students that weren't at Hogsmeade so they didn't matter. The remainder of them were from students that weren't Wanda so they also didn't matter.

"Donald!" his girlfriend exclaimed as she came out. The look on her face mixed affection and exasperation. "I told you that I'd meet you in the Great Hall."

"You did," he agreed. "I told you that I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible so here I am."

"So here you area," she agreed. "And I would fully support that if not for the fact that I know your knee is still bothering you and there are a lot of stairs between your common room and mine. Why can't you wait until after it heals?"

"Because there's nothing wrong with it and because it would take away from our us time," Donald replied honestly. "We've spent years apart, I don't want to wast a minute of the time we have together. Not after the graphic lesson we got that emphasized that none of us know how much time we have left."

She sighed. "We died in that alley and then we were able to buy our lives back by force of arms. Every moment we've experienced since is one we need to savor because we weren't supposed to have had it in the first place."

"Had any nightmares?"

"Not one. You?"

"No. Some of the other guys in the dorms have them about what happened and I was a bit worried that there was something wrong with me because I didn't."

She smirked and kissed him. "You're not worried that there might be something wrong with both of us?"

"Thought would never cross my mind. You're perfect."

She kissed him again. "Fancy my house table or yours?"

"How about a private meal in the kitchens?" he offered. "I wrote the Weasley twins about what happened and how it scored me the most beautiful witch in the castle. They wrote back congratulating me and gave me instructions on how to get into the kitchens for a private romantic meal. Said that beating a few terrorists was the easy part, now I had to put in the work to keep you."

She got a thoughtful look on her face. "Remind me to write the Weasley twins later."

"Okay, what about?"

"Their book teaches wizards how to woo witches via violence towards terrorists and other assorted nasties, right?"

"It does," Donald agreed.

Her nose scrunched up. "Well, it seems to me that it might be useful to have a second book on how to keep relationships going. We could keep track of what works for us and we could ask other couples and our parents."

Donald nodded in agreement. "I wrote my da to tell him that we were dating. He told me that maintaining a relationship was a lot harder than starting one, harder even than starting one the way we did. Said communication was the key. Mum wrote her own letter saying that we should never take each other for granted and to look for all the little things we do for each other. Said each one of those little gestures was a show of affection."

"I think I need to write my parents," Wanda stated. "This sounds like the sort of thing that people need to know."

"Yeah," Donald agreed. "I wonder why they don't teach it."

IIIIIIIIII

Flint was waiting outside his room when Harry emerged early the next morning.

"How're things going?"

"Well, chief. We've just about finished with the first batch."

"Good work." Harry checked his watch, he had a bit of time to kill before his meeting. "How's recruiting coming along?"

"We might have gotten lucky on that one, chief. One of our contacts found some info about a detective agency in America that's folding up, looks like we might be able to swoop in grab everything."

"We know why they're folding up?"

"They were smaller and more expensive than their competition. Initial reports say good things about their skills."

"Buy the company if the initial reports are correct and keep an eye out for any more we can acquire."

"Will do, chief."

Harry moved his attention down the hall as one of the footmen rounded the corner. "The goblins have arrived, sir."

Harry checked his watch again. "They're early."

"They are, sir. The head of their party stated that he did not wish to wait any longer."

"Where do you have them?"

"They were placed in the south conference room, sir. Would you like me to show you the way?"

"You'd better," Harry said. "This place is a maze."

"One gets used to it, sir."

IIIIIIIIII

Hermione's uncle swaggered into his boss's office, showing his usual respect for the man's authority, and went straight to the liquor cabinet to mix himself his usual cocktail. A Gibson, stirred and certainly not shaken.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes, have a seat, Jim."

He plopped into the rich leather chair and permitted himself to relax a bit, remembering that he was no longer on field duty. "How can I be of service?" He took a generous sip.

"Two of the men involved in the attempted kidnapping of your sister were released from holding two days ago."

"What?" Jim sat up, his usual smile disappearing. "On whose orders?" he demanded harshly, his demeanor going from jovial to deadly in the space between heartbeats.

"One of the security services, best we can tell. I'm afraid that there isn't enough of a paper trail to be able to say more. Of those that remain in custody, two have hung themselves, one cut her wrists, and one more beat himself to death."

"Bit difficult to do the last one," Jim remarked, his usual smirk returning. "We know who bribed the guards?"

"He did it in front of a dozen witnesses and two cameras," Charlie said blandly. "Seven of the people we suspected were financial backers of the group have disappeared, two more have come under suspicion due to the timing and the pattern of behavior."

"Which was?"

"They drained their bank accounts and disappeared without a trace," Charlie replied. "This is not the type of behavior I would expect from your brother in law, not for a failed attempt anyway. Phil is a businessman, he'd have tried to work out a deal first. Failing that, he'd have ensured we rounded up everyone we could prove a case against and then he'd have made sure everyone else knew that he knew who they were and what he could do to them. He'd have only resorted to this sort of thing if all of the above failed first or if, god help them, they succeeded. No, this wasn't done by Phil or on his orders which leaves the question of where to point the finger."

"Who do you suspect then?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, that's what this conversation is about then," Jim laughed. "Let me ask you something. When was the last time I was called upon to do something quietly? The whole point of my old section was to gather as much attention as possible as cover for actions like this."

"A point," Charlie sighed. "Which brings us to my other suspect."

"My niece's young gentleman," Jim finished. "A wonderful young man that happens to have a rather large and loyal group of very dangerous people under his command and a growing reputation for absolute cold blooded ruthlessness when it comes to making sure that problems stay solved. A very practical young man, one we all have high hopes for. This rather does seem like the sort of thing he'd do, doesn't it?"

"Heaven help us if he and our Hermione end up together," Charlie laughed. "Imagine what the children would be like," the man sighed. "Thank god the girl takes after her mother, I can't imagine the headache she'd be if she took after you or her father."

"My sisters are a bit better suited to society," Jim admitted ruefully. "Likely because father thought women were gentle creatures and raised the girls with a different set of expectations." Seemed to have made them better at hiding the fact that they were as bad as everyone else in the family anyway. Heaven help the world if they decided to stop pretending.

Charlie pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can I trust you to find a way to impress on young Harry that it's usually best to leave matters like this in the hands of the proper authorities in the future?"

"I'll speak with him when I get the chance," Jim laughed. "Might even listen to me, who knows, stranger things have happened."

"Thank you" Charlie said.

"Don't" Jim said cheerfully. "I'm going to explain to him that the ability to handle events like this is one of the major benefits to being the proper authorities. I'm fairly certain he can manage to find a way to legitimize himself within a few weeks."

IIIIIIIIII

The guide smiled as the first group of tourists entered into the newly constructed visitor center. She was almost ready to burst with pride at being given the honor of the first group for the not yet officially open site.

"Good afternoon," she said with a wide grin. "Please allow me to welcome you Cornwall's first Granger Industrial Heritage interpretive site and please allow me to invite you to our official opening, whenever that may be. My name is Caja Evans, does anyone have any questions?"

"I had one," one of the tourists raised his hand. "Why haven't you officially opened yet?"

"The owner of the Granger Industrial Heritage was set to come down, give a speech, and officially open the site for visitors today. That had to be pushed back indefinitely due to security concerns, unfortunately. She sent word to open anyway because, in her words, people want to see the site more than they want to hear me talk so it would be unfair to delay the important thing until after the boring one." She laughed. "Older guides disagree, they were hoping to get a look at the lass but they understand the sentiment."

"Who is the owner of the Granger Industrial Heritage?" another tourist asked. "I thought it was a government program."

"The owner is a schoolgirl from a very successful family that loves history and engineering," Caja replied. "She was able to convince her father to fund the movement. Any more questions at this time?" There were none. "Alright, follow me to the pasty stand. Pasties are a traditional food that was carried by miners and we're all going to get some so we can have a snack to give us energy on our tour. Please tell my mum, she's the woman behind the counter, what you want. Everyone can have one complimentary pasty with their tour."

The tourists made their selections and followed their guide into the mine.

"We don't have far to walk," Caja said, her voice echoing. "There are some picnic tables set up just around the bend next to one of the old pumps. In the old days, the pump would have been so loud we wouldn't have been able to hear each other talk. We've upgraded it with an electric motor that will keep it moving so you can see how it works while we eat."

She waved for the tourists to take their seats. "Be sure not to eat the bottom corner of your pasty, I'll show you why after we're finished. It didn't take the girl long to finish her snack, it was about a quarter of the size of the ones her mum usually made for the family. Didn't do more than whet the appetite, but that was the idea. Give them a taste, get them hungry for when the tour ended, and run them past the stand again on the way out.

"Everyone just about finished?" Caja held up the uneaten corner of her pasty, gathering everyone's attention. "Remember how I told you not to eat the corner?" She tucked it into an alcove. "It's so we can leave it for the knockers. Some of the older guides, the ones who worked the mine when it was open, say that they come in to repair things, that they clean things, and that they help protect everyone who comes in here tourist and staff alike. They say that the knockers are so happy the mine was reopened that they won't let so much as a speck of dust stay overnight." She laughed with the tourists. "They say that we leave the corners from our pasties so that the knockers have something to eat as payment for all the help they give us."

"What do you think?"

"I think the old guides are so happy this place is open again that they sneak in here and clean it up," Caja replied. "You can see how good a job they do, not a speck of dust anywhere which isn't normally the case in a working mine."

The group of tourists made appreciative noises as they finished their meals and followed the guides example, tucking the uneaten corners of their pasties into cracks and alcoves.

"Now," Caja said, turning to walk down the tunnel. "If you come this way, you can see-" the woman's voice became fainter and fainter as she led her group down the tunnel and away from the spot they'd had their lunch.

A few moments later, an odd creature arrived with a pop. "More messes for Wanky to clean!" it squealed. "Truly, Harry Potter sir is the greatest and kindest of wizards to find so many dirty places for his elves."

IIIIIIIIII

Hooktooth parted his lips in a smile that displayed a mouthful of sharp teeth when the Potter entered the room, it was a gesture many humans found threatening. Hooktooth supposed the same humans would have found the Potter's answering grin to be equally terrifying.

"A pleasure to see you again," the Potter said, widening his grin. "May I offer you a cigar or some other refreshment?" He waved for one of his assistants to present an open box.

"Thank you." Hooktooth made his selection. "May I introduce Shattertooth." He introduced the goblin on his left.

"A pleasure," Harry stated. "Please permit me to personally extend my apologies for missing our appointment the other day."

"Think nothing of it," Shattertooth laughed. "The entertainment you provided more than made up for it."

"Thank you."

"And Auditor Ballcracker."

"Not Senior Auditor Ballcracker?"

"The same."

"Anguish speaks highly of you," Harry said. "Almost as highly as I speak of her. She is a credit to her clan and a valued member of my staff."

"Would you be interested in hiring more Auditors?" Ballcracker asked intently.

"I would," Harry replied. "Though I'm not sure how much work I'd have for them."

"Enough," Ballcracker laughed. "Half the department is hoping to sign on after the wonderful day you arranged for me yesterday."

"I'm glad Dobby was able to find help so quickly," Harry replied, having a good idea what she was referring to. "I'll be happy for the extra help. I'm a bit short staffed at the moment."

"Yes," Hooktooth agreed, reentering the conversation. "We've heard about that. It's the main reason we're here really."

"Oh?" Harry had to fight to keep from jumping in joy.

"You are aware of the treaty we have with the Ministry?"

"The basics of it," Harry agreed. "You're not permitted to have wands, you're charged with guarding bank vaults, and you are not permitted to have any military forces above ground with a few exceptions such as a token force guarding a tomb raiding expedition."

"Correct. It is one of those exceptions that I'm here about. Were you aware that the treaty permits us to deploy military units on the surface if they are under the command of a human?"

"I was not. Subject to Ministry approval I assume."

"You assume correct."

"Are you offering what I sincerely hope you're offering?"

"The chance to hire mercenaries?" Hooktooth nodded. "Yes. How many do you want?"

"All of them," Harry replied.

"What?"

"I will take as many as I can get," Harry repeated himself. "I have contracts to guard Hogwarts and nearly every settlement in the magical UK. I also-" Harry closed his mouth. "I also have need for more people for other reasons." He took a moment to consider the matter. "Are you senior enough to make agreements on behalf of Gringotts?"

"Depends on the agreement," Hooktooth replied.

"I have a proposal I'd like to make," Harry explained. "I would like to propose an alliance between myself, the Granger family, and Gringotts."

Hooktooth was intrigued. "What sort of alliance?"

"The first part would formalize some of what we're already doing. An employee of one of us can transfer and retain seniority, pay, etc. From the perspective of a junior employee, we'd be like one big company."

"I have the authority to make that agreement," Hooktooth replied. "What else would our alliance consist of?"

"The next part wouldn't take effect until after Voldemort has been dealt with. An attack on one is an attack on all. Should keep the Ministry honest and out of our business."

"That I do not have the authority to agree to," Hooktooth admitted. "I shall have to consult with my superiors at Gringotts before we proceed."

"We're all going to need to do a lot of talking before we figure everything out," Harry agreed.

"True," Hooktooth agreed. "Back to the topic of mercenaries."

"Of course. Please forgive me for changing the subject."

"Think nothing of it." Hooktooth waved the matter off. "We'd originally planned to offer you three companies of combat engineers."

Shattertooth laughed. "We had enough volunteers to fill a regiment and the only reason we didn't have more is because we stopped accepting applications after we got that many."

"A regiment is a good start," Hooktooth agreed. "I shall take your proposal to my superiors and I shall mention your desire to hire more troops. You may expect your new regiment to arrive here by the end of the day."

"Thank you." Harry sighed in relief. "Standard rates?"

"With the usual combat bonuses."

"Of course."

Hooktooth stood up. "That concludes the business I came here for."

"As always, thank you for your presence." Harry nodded to one of his aides who handed the goblin a case of cigars. "Please do me the favor of taking these product samples back to Gringotts for me and please pass on my sincere hope that they are enjoyed in good health."

Hooktooth nodded. "I would be delighted to. Shattertooth."

"Yes?"

"You have thirty minutes before you enter the Potter's service. Gringotts would like a trade deal to ensure a regular supply. Ensure you get it before it becomes a conflict of interest."

Shattertooth turned to Harry. "Cost plus ten percent?" he offered.

Harry snorted. "Cost plus three and not a knut more."

"I might be willing to go as low as cost plus seven," Shattertooth mused. "And that's only because I like the idea of robbing you and taking food from the mouths of your future children."

"Seven?" Harry said in mock outrage. "Do you want people to think I'm a thief? Cost plus five or you can forget making a deal."

"Plus five it is," Shattertooth agreed with mock reluctance. "But only because you're my new boss and I want to get on your good side."

"Deal." Harry waved his aides over. "Introduce our new colleague to the Granger security people and figure out where we can best use them around the grounds."

"I'd suggest one battalion here, another at Hogwarts, and a third held in reserve," Shattertooth spoke up.

"You have a better idea of their capabilities than I do, we'll follow that suggestion," Harry said. "In fact, please take charge of organizing that."

"Of course, chief," Shattertooth said. "Be a pleasure."

IIIIIIIIII

Hagrid frowned. Pigs hadn't been tucking into their feed with the gusto he'd have normally expected. Sure they ate it of course, but he'd been raising the beasties long enough to know that something was up.

"Not losing any weight," he mumbled to himself. Quite the opposite, it was almost as if someone else was feeding them when he wasn't looking. "Ah well, it'll be alright," he decided. A thought occurred to him, maybe better than alright. Maybe he could keep more pigs for the same amount of feed. More pigs meant more food for his pets, more food for his pets meant more pets. "Couldn't hurt to get a few more piglets," he mumbled to himself. "Just until I'm sure they'll keep getting fat on their own."

AN: Omake Below.

Omake by Arthur Kraft

They want what! Yelled Ragnok, well sire seems the Granger Clan Head was told his daughter and her friend have come up with a idea to change the world and put the Mundane United Kingdom and Commonwealth of Nations as the new world superpower and he wants 1,000 Legions of Goblin Troops protecting his daughter and Luna.