"Harry Potter!" the old man turned to look at the dark haired boy.
Harry stood, and drew his wand. "I Harry Potter, Swear by Magic's Gift, That I neither entered, nor asked to be entered into this Blood-sport. So mote it BE!" The azure flare about him caused some to see spots.
[Expecto Patronum]
A Stagg leapt from his wand, cantered down the aisle to look Dumbledore in the eye, before rearing back on it's hind legs… and exploded into a fine mist.
HPDT
Harry Potter sat in his favorite unused class room.
At the strike of Nine, his favorite two witches enter the room.
"See Daphne, He is here, brooding." Tracy was trying to sound chipper.
Harry stood from the teacher's desk that he was using as a bench, to first Kiss Tracy then Daphney. It was just a simple brush on the check, more an affectionate greeting than anything else. "Miladies."
"When Malfoy started spouting off on how you were going to die, we got dressed and slipped out." Tracy cuddled into the boy.
"So, what took you so long?" Harry snarked, that the Ponce would have started railing off against him the instant he returned to the 'Snake Pit'.
"The Newts were holding court." Daphne set her drawstring bag on the Desk. "That and we had to gather a few things. We were aiming for the Full Moon next Month… but with you chosen, Tonight offers us a different set of parameters."
"What did the Newts want?" Harry asked.
"They were debating backing the Hogwarts Champion or the Dark Horse." Tracy rested her head on his shoulder. "A Fourth Year Gryph, or a Prettyboy Huff." She breathed deep. "Ten backed you, stating your Victory over the Dark Lord, the Fact you were chosen in of itself, and your Luck. Twenty were Backing the pretty boy, He is the Official Hogwarts Champion, three additional years of schooling, … and your Luck."
"Another twenty decided to wait until you faced your first challenge." Daph removed her cloak, exposing her semi nude form. Once more her breasts were cradled, yet exposed in her green leather girdle, that capped her hips. From her navel to mid thigh, her pale creamy skin almost glinted in the torch light. At Mid thigh, her matching green boots, each with a three inch stiletto heel. She hung her cloak from a hook behind the desk before running her hands over the 'Chair' he had twisted last game night for her. "Need to work on this thing. I really enjoyed myself in it, and not just what you were doing to me. I was restrained, supported, and exposed all at the same time. Last night, I replayed our game, only I started in this chair." She slinked up to the wizard, before deep tongue kissing him. "You will breed me in that chair."
"As Milay commands." Harry pinched a perky nipple.
"It is a bit cold in here." Tracy stepped away from Harry.
"I was not expecting to play tonight." Harry pulled his wand, before he paced the room, dropping bluebell flames into jelly jars set in the corners of the room, at the midpoint of every wall, and in a cauldron at the very center of the room. "I was just escaping the Tower. The 'Gryphon Dorks' are celebrating my being Chosen." He used the Slytherin word for Gryphondors.
"You are going to have to declare that you are no longer a Student of Hogwarts." Daphne called out as she unpacked her bag. "As a student here, you are putting the Honour of Hogwarts in Jeopardy."
"How?" Harry asked as he shrugged his outer robes off, hanging them next to her cloak. Tracy slowly followed along, dressed in a white lizard skin outfit, matching Daphne's. Harry leered as he traced his Lovers' bodies with his eyes. "I am bound by a Contract."
"Yes." Daphne stretched, as she posed for him to ogle her arse. She wanted him aroused to a point that he would obey any command he was given. She was not just sacrificing her Maidenhead tonight, but her best friend too. "But that Contract is to the Goblet, not to the School. Allowing your Name to be Issued for a School other than Hogwarts, the Headmaster effectively dismissed you from the School."
Tracy knew that one would be given Command over the other, but believed as long as they Commanded a Male of Power, it was worth the cost. So what if she was 'raped' a few nights per month more then her sister-wife, as long as their goals were met…Right? "So, He is not a Student here at Hogwarts?"
"Nope." Daphne grinned at her roommate. "He is also of Age. So when He rapes Us tonight…"
"The chains that would have bound us, are broken." Tracy squealed.
Harry was enjoying the optical buffet before him, his mouth was watering, as his hands ached to grasp, his fingers itched to caress, his lips hungered to taste and to nibble… "Say What?" His mind replayed the last three minutes over again. "Rape you?"
"Shit!" Tracy spun off to block the door in case Harry tried to run.
"Harry?" Daphne locked eyes with the Wizard. "What have you been doing to us each and every Friday Night, these last two months?"
"I thought it was just a bit of Naughty Fun." His Green eyes were hard, burning, and the shade of the Killing Spell.
"Yes." Daphne stepped around the desk, reaching to cup his face. And as he had been trained over these last two months, he let her cup his face. "By one definition of the Law… of Speaking… of Understanding… Every Friday Night, You Raped Us. Just Like We Raped You. The Only Difference is Tonight is our Wedding Night. Our Lord Husband will Breed his Coven for the First Time. In the Morning, come the Dawn, You will be taking us to London, to list US as your Property, Pay our Fathers' Their Due, and Claim your Rings. Only not in that Order"
"You just washed his burning desires away, Slut!" Tracy jeered from the doorway.
"If I survive the Tournament, What Happens to me?" Harry asked, fearing the answers.
"You live at Greengrass Manor until you get House Potter up and Running. Then we Move into Potter Manor, you breed your Wives enough to secure our future, and Die a Happy old man." Daphne smiled.
"And I die in the Games?"
"Your Widows mourn you for three years, before dividing the estate in half, according to your will, and we seek to rebuild House Greengrass and House Potter-Davis." Tracy had approached from Harry's rear, and wrapped her arms about her male lover. "During our Mourning period, I will be raping my sister wife nightly, but only when she is not raping me."
"I fuck two sexy ass witches, tonight, and I never see the Dursly's again." Harry pulled his face from Daphne's grip. "I breed the two of you, and what? Die by Dragon Flame and what is left of My House goes to Pissing off Malfoy?" He peered over his shoulder at the witch pressing her tits into his back. "What is the Downside for you two?"
"I am taking a cock up my ass, every night my Lord Husband is not too drunk to breed me and my sister wife?" Daphne smiled.
"I am awakened by My Lord Husband Raping me or my slutty sister wife?" Tract grinned over his shoulder, "For the next twenty years anyhow."
Harry just Looked at Tracy as she clung to his back. "Would you offer your throat to the Dragon with the Red Rubies?"
"Would He Pillage and Plunder me?" She grinned at him.
"Would He Use and Abuse me?" Daphne embraced Harry's left hip.
"Would He Devour us, Body and Soul?" Tracy purred.
"Would He Whither and Die without us?" Daphne smirked.
"You sluts will be the Death of me." Harry kissed Daphne, before pinching and twisting her left nipple. "But not Tonight. We have Pillaging and Plundering to do!"
HPDT
The Next Hour he stood there as the Witches painted him and each other in a Blood-based ink. The two hours after that the Three of them used and abused each other to satisfy Arcanic Carnal Desires that they had only practiced in a Hormonal Drunken Haze that tonight was a runic empowered Hormonal Rage. As the Great Clock struck Midnight that All Hallows Eve… Harry released the Last of his seed into the womb of the Witch who would be his Wife
As the Clock struck its second chime, the three runic rapists had collapsed in a pile on the teachers desk. The eager elf covered them with a quilt, and cleaned the room.
Two of the older House Elves of the Castle moved an empty Painting of a book-filled cubicle to cover the Door. three younger elves removed all but two of the double student desks, and opened the Office and Private Quarters that were attached to the classroom. A double wide bed, a Victorian tub that fit three, and a walk-in wardrobe that would make Albus look twice were now available to these three bonded.
Their possessions were packed up and transported to their new quarters.
HPDT
A need to use the privy awoke the three of them just before the Sun lifted itself over the far mountain range. Looking about their new environment brought them to the discovery of their things in the office.
"Dobby?" Harry called.
"Great Master Wizard Harry Potter calls Dobby?"
"Explain." Harry pointed at the three trunks standing beside the wardrobe.
"Master Harry Potter and his sluts are Bonded now. Castle adjusted Playroom to include Chambers and Bath." The Elf pointed deeper into the room. The witches squealed as they bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door behind them.
"Why did you call them Sluts?"
"Master called them that last night as yous did bonding ritual." Dobby peered up at Harry as he often did to Lucious, "Did Dobby do wrong?"
"No." Harry was iron in his command. He knew what Dobby would do if he thought he had done wrong. "Only I can call them that. To you they are …"
"Miss Daffy and Lady Racy?" Dobby cocked his head the other way.
"That works." Harry rubbed the small head at his knee. "Now, where do I refresh and get ready? If they are anything like Aunt Petunia, they will be hours."
Dobby took his hand and led him to the Office that had a Half Bath. Using the skills taught him by his relatives, Harry cleaned up in the Half Bath, by libral use of a wash rag and sticking his head under the tap of the sink. He made a mess, but the elf was eager to clean up when he was done.
HPDT
He was sitting on the big bed, dressed in a scrounged robe of amber silk, working his feet into a pair of dragonhide boots, when the witches exited the bath, wrapped in towels.
Daphne stopped, and raked her eyes over the young wizard. "Where did you get those robes and boots?"
"Dobby got them from the Room of Lost Things." Harry stood so she could give him the once over. Black linen-wool blend trousers topped with a red silk shirt and black(horn tail) dragon-skin vest. While the vest was loose, Potter had yet to fill in. The Heavy Over-robes of Silk, were on closer inspection, woven Acramilia Silk and Unicorn hair. The Boots were Norwegian Ridgeback. (they were as old as he was, so he knew that Norbert(a) was not involved.)
"A Bit dated…" Daphne wrinkled her nose at the overall picture.
"Vintage." Tracy looked up from sliding a pair of black silky lace knickers up her winter-tanned legs.
Daphne frowned, "They will do. But we will be correcting this oversight before we return tonight."
She dropped her robe, as she moved to dress. She knew her lovers were watching her, creasing her flesh with their eyes. She smirked when she heard Harry whimper.
Both Witches wore their stiletto heeled boots, dress-robes that allowed their right leg to flash, showing their wand holsters that now rest just above their knees. And their school Cloaks.
Once everybody was dressed, Harry led the way to the one eyed witch, [Dissendium], and they were into the secret passage, heading to Honeydukes. Once they were out of the tunnel, they draped his Cloak about them as pressed in close, and climbed up to the storefront. They lucked out as the Storekeeper had the door open as she stood on the steps yelling at Rosmerta. As the trio arrived at the center of the street, Harry whipped the Cloak off, and stuffed it into an inner pocket.
The Trio used the Three Broomsticks' Floo, to pop over to the Leaky Cauldron.
After Harry was flung from the Floo, Daphne tisked, and swished her wand over the Lordling, cleaning him up.
"I swear, if you were not the perfect candidate for this…" Daphne huffed.
"Yes Dear." Harry mimicked Uncle Vernon, when he was 'soft talking' to his wife.
Daphne frowned. "Did you just 'Yes Dear', me?"
"No Dear." Harry used the same tone.
Tracy snorted, causing Daphne to glare at her. "Love, I do believe we have reason to keep moving." the dark haired witch linked arms with the blond. "We want to be inside the Bank before three wizards realize we have pooched their screw."
HPDT
Albus was awoken by a high whistling tone. Through the fog of waking up, he knew that the sound had been happening for some time. As he exited his private chambers, the tone shifted, or rather he was now able to hear the lower tones as well. His collection of 'silver' relics that he used to watch over the 'boy' were singing.
The High tone that woke him was the 'Leaving the Wards' alarm, a mithril gryphon. A flick of the Elder-wand silenced that one. 'Harry was no longer on the Castle grounds. It would take some work, but that was not a real problem… '
A silver tea-pot was happily puffing cyan blue smoke as it whistled cheerfully. 'So the 'Boy' is no longer a Boy. as Long as he does not… blue? It should be red, if not gray! The only reason it should be Blue is if a Contract has engaged… but I blocked them all!' He set that one to the side, as he examined the rest.
A pair of pyramids, one inverted and balancing on the other, it normally spun slowly counter clockwise, perfectly balanced. This morning it was spinning counter clockwise, but was thirty degrees of center, spinning clockwise. 'The Binding on the Boy's core! It was at risk of snapping!'
Albus snagged his Delumanator that doubled as his 'Harry Finder', and turned to find Fawx looking ragged. The Bird gave him the Feathered version of V, and self-emulated. The Headmaster cursed, and tapped the 'lighter' in his off hand, and vanished in a blue swirl.
He popped in outside the Three Broomsticks. He triggered the Lighter's second function. 'Looks like … London!' the old man scurried into the tavern, into the Floo…
… into the Taproom of the Leaky Cauldron. Another reading from his lighter… pointed toward the Bank! Albus ran as fast as he could…
HPDT
Harry stepped forward to the teller that was open, "Morning Bonequill. I have Need to speak with my House Account Manager. Last Night, I committed a Faux Paus, and need to Pay for my indiscretions."
The Goblin sneered at the wizard, "Knocked up a slut, huh?" he peered over his glasses at the two witches that were just behind the wizard. "Which one did you plant?" He leered at the boy.
"Nothing planted." Harry huffed, "Not for a lack of trying, mind you, just seems that the soil is not ready for sprouting." He adjusted his robes, "As for which one… I took the Cursed Blessing."
The Goblin dropped his quill, as he buried his face in his oversized hands. "Lad. Before you answer this next question, think very carefully. Is this the Limit of your … Farming adventure?"
"For House Potter." Harry could feel the glares from his two witches burning into the back of his head, "I want to say yes, but as I quickly learned back in September, that is not my call."
"Not his call, he says." Bonequill muttered to himself as he picked up his quill, and scratched out a quick note. "Cursed Blessing indeed." Peering at the lordling again. "Who was drawn Last Night?"
"Dumstrum drew Victor Krum." Harry scratched the Back of his Head. "Beauxbatons picked Fluer Delacure. And Hogwarts chose Cedric Diggeroy." He looked at Daphne, and Gulped. "My Name too was drawn."
A sharp word from Bonequill stopped work on the floor, as every beady eye was locked on to the trio and their teller.
"Was this before or after your… Faux Paus?"
"First was Dinner. The Standard Halloween Feast. Then the old fool held a little light show. Krum, Delacure, Diggory… Potter!" Harry started to sarcastically rant, "Then While I am brooding these sluts decide that All Hallows Eve is just as good as a Full Moon…"
"Harry Potter!" Albus stood just in the doors of the Bank, huffing and puffing from his run. "I Must return you to the School Grounds. Right Now!"
"Daphne Annebell-lynn Greengrass!" A golden Blond wizard with a Van-Dyke muzzle brushed past the Headmaster as if he was not even there. "Explain yourself!"
