Disclaimer; Why oh why am I writing a third chapter? I could have done three chapters of Warlord Prince, but instead I am writing this….

Sirius Potter strutted his way into the Slytherin common room. From what his father had told him, he would need to make some changes around here. Or maybe start recruiting. Either would work really.

"Potter! What does a little mudblood like you think he is doing in our common room?" Ah, there was the Malfoy sneer. He was starting to get lonely.

"Well, you see Malfoy, I was sorted into this house. By the way, my blood is pure. All my parents and grandparents were wizards. I seem to remember something about Narcissa's mother being half troll."

"How dare you insult my family!"

"Oh it isn't hard, you just have to string all the words together in the right order."

"Shut it little brat! I'm going to hex you into next week. Serpensortia!"

"Killroy!"

"What kind of a spell was that? Don't you know anything about magic?" Draco taunted.

Killroy popped into the room and immediately flew into a rage, hissing and spitting at the snake as he tore it apart.

"Does the wee baby Potter need an animal to fight his battles for him? This is a magic duel idiot."

"Alright then. Explosivo Castrado! Funny I never heard a challenge for a duel. Goodnight Malfoy."

Draco Malfoy lay on the floor clutching himself, a small pool of blood seeping from his crotch.

Harry woke up warm and comfortable. He silently and wandlessly reapplied the glamours to himself and Luna as he snuggled against her back. Life was good. He was back in his own time with everyone he really cared about alive and well, and he got to wake up next to an Angel.

Someone tore open the curtains and he raised his head to glare at them. Morag McDougal looked back at him for a second before she began to scream.

"Sorry love, looks like its time for me to go!" Harry gave Luna a quick kiss and bolted for the door.

Screams followed him as he ran through the room and down the staircase. He was halfway to Gryffindor before he realized he had left his clothes behind. Oh well he thought, just have to march with your head held high and pretend it doesn't matter. There were worse things that could happen than being caught in one's boxers. Hermione and Ron were coming out the portrait hole as he approached.

"Mate, what happened, did you get pranked or something? Where are your clothes?"

"Nope, I just got caught in Luna's bed and had to make a run for it before her roommates decided to remove my manhood." Ron winced.

"But Harry, I though you said last night…" Hermione had the grace to blush.

"Maybe, maybe not. I will remind you of what I said on the train just before you passed out. Now if you'll excuse me, a gentleman does not parade in their undergarments in public. I will see you at breakfast. Do you know if the girls have left yet?"

"Iris and Daisy? No I think they were waiting for you."

"Alright, see you later."

Harry joined them a few minutes later with his sisters. Luna stopped by for a longer good morning kiss when she arrived. Seamus sputtered and Dumbledore looked confused. How many relationships could one person have? McGonagall walked up as she was handing out schedules and looked at them both sternly.

"I'd like to see the two of you in my office after breakfast. Professor Flitwick will also be present."

"Yes ma'am, we'll be there."

"So Harry, what were you doing in Luna's bed last night?" Ron tried to needle his friend. The twins giggled.

"No we did not!" Harry said sternly to the twins. "If you must know, there was some snogging, some cuddling, and a lot of sleeping."

"Exactly. You know Ronald, sleeping with someone is a wonderful thing. At first it takes some getting used to, having someone else in your bed. But then you grow used to them and miss them when they are gone. It feels so good to wake up holding someone or being held. If you ever overcome your shyness with Hermione you might find out."

Both Ron and Hermione blushed and wouldn't look at each other.

"Moving on, how do you know the new defense Professor Harry?" Hermione was quick to change the subject.

"Oh Professor Fletcher? He and I go way back. He's almost like a father to me." He said wistfully as the three girls in the know snorted. "Of course he's no Professor Taggart, but he will do."

"Who is Professor Taggart?"

"He taught Defense the year after Fletcher. He holds the record for the number of O's among his OWL and NEWT students. I come second with the DA, and Fletcher comes a close third." Again he got a few snorts.

"Stop it, now what's so funny?" Hermione turned her patented "Explain before I gut you with a spoon" glare on Luna.

"Oh, there is an infestation of wrack-spurts around here. Pesky things." Her two young accomplices nodded and smiled.

"Well I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got an angry head of house to placate. I'll see you in Potions. Oh, by the way Ron, I've got some sway with the new Potions Professor. If you want to get in, let me know and I will ask her to fix the requirements. Or you could just beg these two little brats to do it too. Their puppy dog eyes have helped me get away with a lot."

"Thanks Harry, I think I will wait and see how things go before taking your word on it."

"Come on Luna, we don't want to keep them waiting."

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Lovegood…" McGonagall began sternly.

"Mrs. Potter." Luna corrected dreamily.

"Ms. Lovegood," She continued, "We need you to explain your behavior this morning. Never in all my years at this school have we found a young man in a young lady's bed."

"I would think it would be quite common." Harry replied offhandedly.

"Oh we catch the opposite all the time, but that isn't the point. Such behavior is not what we have come to expect from Gryffindor House."

"No, you'd think it was more the Slytherin job, they are supposed to be sneaky, but then you remember that no one outside their house would date them." Luna shot in.

"Ms. Lovegood!" Flitwick gasped.

"Love very good!" Harry said fondly.

"It's Mrs. Potter!" Luna huffed. "You've been married to me how long and you still make jokes about my maiden name?"

"Excuse me, we are supposed to be talking about how we are going to keep you two out of each others beds." Professor McGonagall wouldn't be distracted.

"Oh I quite welcome the challenge. I think it will be interesting to see what you come up with." Harry said. "What are your current methods? I might have a few ideas."

"Well there is a gender line at the bottom of the stair case. The standard anti-apperation and portkey wards all over the castle. There is a second gender line across the threshold of the room. We've never needed more than that."

"Hmm… Well I do have a few ideas. Can your gender lines be fooled by a metamorph? And what about the exceptions built into those gender lines? Perhaps you ought to tweak those. Additionally, look at the portkey wards. The Headmaster can make portkeys that work on the grounds and castle. If I somehow forced Dumbledore to give me a portkey, I could pop into any of the girls' dorms. Never overlook the human element in your calculations."

"I've never heard of a metamorphmagus able to change their gender. The only exceptions to the gender lines are staff members. You have a point about the portkey wards though."

"Did any of your detectors or gender lines alert you to my presence? I am going to guess no since I got a fine night's sleep. And what about my hasty exit. Surely that sounded some alarms."

"Actually no." Professor Flitwick looked thoughtful.

"Well start there and let me know when you can catch me without her roommates help."

"Mr. Potter, maybe we haven't been clear. We cannot allow you to be visiting Ms. Lovegood's bed." McGonagall just wouldn't let it die.

"Boobs Gooder… Oh sorry dear. Is it really so wrong for me to visit my wife's bed? Surely there is something in the rules for married students? Some forgotten old rule that never got abolished as times came forward?"

"We weren't aware you were married. Surely the Prophet would make a story out of it if you were. Besides, to legally marry your wizarding guardians would have to had signed your marriage license since you're both underage. I know Professor Dumbledore never signed one."

"You could have listened perhaps. She's been trying to tell you since we came in here. Anyway, I thought you might bring that up, so I've got a little something here for you. Our Marriage License, dated April 14, 1982. We'll have been married fifteen years this spring. I've been thinking of holding a ceremony to renew our vows, you both would be welcome of course."

"But she wouldn't have even been a year old!" Flitwick felt obliged to point out the obvious.

"Damn, why did I tell Moony it was eighteen years?" Luna wondered.

"You were counting from when we were first together, not out actual marriage."

"That makes sense." She nodded.

"No it doesn't, neither of you were alive eighteen years ago! Stop talking nonsense." Professor Flitwick looked like a Vulcan at an Emo concert. Such irrationality!

"I can't say I understand what Minister Bagnold was thinking when she signed this, but I guess it is official. So… Congratulations I guess?"

"Thank you Professor." They responded together.

"Will either of you be coming to the renewal ceremony? We'd like to get a guest list started earlier rather than later." Luna pulled out a note pad.

Professor Flitwick nodded while McGonagall smiled.

"I do so love a wedding. I remember James and Lily's wedding so well."

"That's two. Oh Luna, remind me to ask around Gryffindor later. Of course the Weasley clan will come, so that's probably another fifteen when you include dates. Hermione might, if she isn't too annoyed at me."

"Oh, remember to include Tonks. She did love Professor Taggart. She told me once that he was the one who made her want to become an auror."

"She'll probably come with Lupin anyway. I never knew Taggart had that effect on her. She was only a first year at the time."

"On Shacklebolt too. Of course he also wrote that glowing recommendation to the Auror academy too. I think that might have helped."

"Well he was top of his NEWT class when Taggart taught him. What was there not to recommend?"

"If you two are done talking about guest lists and people well before your time, you may leave. I will look into seeing if we can find anything in the rules to help. In the meantime, try to stay in your own beds."

"I'll try to stay out if you'll try to keep me out. Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, can we ask you to not mention us being married. We would kind of like to avoid the media circus until at least after Voldemort has passed on."

"Of course. We wouldn't want to make a target out of you." The pint sized professor was quick to reassure.

"Welcome everyone to NEWT Potions. I am Professor Fletcher, but you may all call me Lily to avoid confusion with my husband. I am quite a bit different from your previous instructor. He was a greasy git, and I wash my hair regularly."

There were nervous chuckles around the room, they were unsure if it was alright to laugh.

"We will begin today with a dreamless sleep potion. Is anyone familiar with it? Yes, Mr. Potter, please explain your experience with this potion."

"Well, given that I have spent enough time in the Hospital wing to have earned my own bed there, I've taken more than my share. A well made potion will be a creamy green and taste of peppermint and chamomile. A poorly made potion may be more green than is usual and will have a bitter aftertaste. Fifteen milliliters is enough to ensure four hours of sleep, but the dosage must be scaled to thirty five if a full eight hours is desired."

"Thank you Mr. Potter, twenty points to Gryffindor. It is clear how you made it into my class. Mr. Malfoy, why must the essence of alder bark be added slowly while stirring counter clockwise."

"Because it is in the directions." His voice sounded higher than normal.

"Fifteen points for your cheek. If you had even read the directions you would know that essence of alder bark isn't even in the recipe. If you knew the first thing on potions theory you would know that it is used to induce visions and therefore most certainly would NOT be in this potion."

With that, the class knew that things would be different from here on out. The class continued along this vein and the non-Slytherin students thought it was the most educational potions class they had ever taken. When the class ended, Lily asked Harry if he would stop by later for tea. He nodded that he would.

"I wonder why the new Potions professor wants you to stop by for tea." Hermione said as they all sat down for lunch.

"I hope it's a foursome. Those are always fun." Luna joined in. The others around them stopped eating and stared at the couple.

"Luna, you know as well as I do that we've never had a foursome with anyone. I refuse to share. Quit trying to wind up our friends. I think Lily and James just want to celebrate their new jobs."

"No, it's probably the foursome. After all, they haven't invited us or Sirius and Remus." Daisy grinned.

"For the last time, there will be no foursome!" Harry said just a little too loudly. The head table and half the hall turned to stare at him.

"That's good news Mr. Potter, but must you interrupt our meal?" James asked with a raised eyebrow. Dumbledore was quietly trying to piece together the three apparent relationships and wondering if a foursome might be taking place after all.

"I am ashamed at you two." Harry hissed to Daisy and Iris, "You keep making Luna and I out to be some kind of sex obsessed perverts."

Two stares looked back at him while Luna asked innocently "You mean we're not?"

"I am not a pervert. You are the one that keeps coming up with odd ideas."

"And you keep doing them. I think that makes you a pervert too."

Ron actually put down his food. "Do you two mind?"

"Not at all. That's it, I am cutting you off until you admit I am not a pervert."

Ginny nudged Hermione, "You'll notice he never claimed not to be sex obsessed."

"Well of course I am. Look at her, she's only getting more unbelievable with every day. If the table weren't full of food, I'd throw her down and shag her senseless right now."

Ron just got up and left.

"Public sex is kind of kinky Harry. Are you sure you aren't a pervert."

"Well it's nothing we haven't done before… Oh damn, I am a pervert."

"Does this mean you aren't going to cut me off?"

"As if I could ever withhold anything from you."

"I've got a free period next if you want to test the acoustics in the Chamber of Secrets."

"Hot Damn, that's another one off the checklist. Now we will just need to get the Headmaster's office and the staff room and we will have had it in every major room of the castle."

"Eww! I did not need to know where my best friend has been shagging his girlfriend. I didn't even want to know he had been shagging her at all." Hermione was finally forced to give up eating as well. In fact, it seemed most of Gryffindor had decided to skip lunch today.

"We got Snape's desk twice." Luna sounded as if she had no shame, most likely because she didn't. Ginny clapped her hand over her mouth and rushed from the room.

"So did you two hear the newest bit on the Hogwarts rumor mill? It seems Moaning Myrtle has a new friend haunting the pipes." James said blithely.

Luna grinned. "The moaning was a lot more joyous than anything Myrtle ever did I can tell you that right now."

"You need to let me borrow Killroy or Bertha so we can get in there. It's the only one left on our list."

"Damn, how did you get the Headmaster's office?" Harry was jealous.

"Well back in your first year while you were busy taunting your younger self, the office was empty for several hours. You might have got a chance too if you didn't have an obsession with self depreciation."

"We need to make some sort of plaque or something for the trophy room when we finish this." Lily suggested.

"I'll make you a deal. If you invite Dumbles over for a private dinner later in the week and keep him occupied, I'll let you into the Chamber."

"But then we'd have to make chit chat for at least an hour with the man." Lily pouted.

"Better make that two." Luna suggested.

Harry continued to sleep in Luna's bed until her roommates started randomly flinging the curtains open in the middle of the night. After that, they moved to Harry's bed. Ron only had to be hexed once before the rest of the room learned it was better to knock on the bedpost to wake them up.

A plaque with four names on it celebrating the completion of the "Hogwarts Circuit" appeared in the trophy room Friday night. Harry was called to Dumbledore's office Saturday morning.

"Mr. Potter, did you know that magical portraits had imaginations?"

"No I didn't sir."

"It's a funny thing, why the portraits in this office told me the most interesting story when I came back from dinner with the Fletchers last night."

"You don't say."

"You wouldn't know what it was about would you?" Dumbledore looked him hard in the eye.

"Nope, not a clue."

"I wasn't aware you were so adept at occlumency Mr. Potter."

"There are a great many things you aren't aware of."

"Evidently. I'll be sending you a bill for having my office professionally cleaned. My usual chair cannot stand cleaning spells. You may leave."