Cyrus turned on his heel and exited the Lobby, only to draw his wand once he was outside the Golden Doors.
[Expecto Patronum] "To my wife; Darling. Meet us at Dunnings. Prepared to be scandalized, but then take it further. Include Ms. Davis."
As the Cobra coiled in on itself, the Trio exited the bank beside him. "Sir. I seem to be playing a Game that my Witches have begun. I fear I will be stepping on toes. Please forgive when it goes too far, and it will. And please tell me when we reach the line in the sand." That said he offered his left arm to his respected wife, while drawing his 'mistress' to his hip, forcing her to sprawl across him as his hand rubbed her naked thigh.
Right above the leather strap that held two wands.
"That might be a step too far, Lord Potter." Cyrus Greengrass turned to lead the way to Dunning's. "Openly declaring that my daughter is nothing but a wand holster for your wand?"
"Well, I wanted to handle my witch, but needed my wand to be at hand." Harry squeezed the bottock that was currently under his hand. "I have the Hottest Female in Our School, not just our Year, as my breeding partner. When that hits the Social and Gossip circles, a few wands are going to be pointed my way."
"Then I would advise Benkin's Bedknobs and Batons for a spare or two. Tracey should also carry a wand of yours, for when she is playing the 'slut'." Cyrus spoke softly so his voice did not carry.
"Sir?" Harry frowned.
"Don't worry." Daphne wrapped her arms about Harry's neck as she lay across him. "Daddy is only 'Prim and Proper' when in Public. When at home, he often refers to Mom as a Slut and his Personal Whore. She can be just as foul mouthed with him. My Sister and I are Vipers when he is praising our minds, Bitches, when we are doing our House Proud, and whores when he is just ranting."
"As for Astoria, Tori, I was not joking when I spoke of bidding on her." Tracy smiled and waved at a trio of gossiping crones. "I want her with us tonight. She is unprotected in the Pit now."
"So much for waiting two years." Harry huffed. Harry kissed Daphne on the head. "Buy her. Before lunch. For the game… I want to break her in myself, a gift for my wife. Out of the Game, we exclude her from our Games until She explicitly asks the three of us as one, and she has her thirteenth birthday, but I would prefer her fifteenth."
"Clause one. Accepted" Daphne Huffed, "Clause two…her ass and mouth, until her fourteenth, if not later.
"Agreed." Tracey grinned, "But tonight, we will be breeding the Lady Potter."
"I can live with that." Harry kissed Tracey's cheek.
At Dunning's, the Lady Greengrass had finagled the 'center' table. Smack in the center of the Cafe, on a raised Dais, for all to see. There were a few vines to offer the illusion of privacy, and a few charms could turn that illusion into truth. The two witches each had a glass of Mimosa, with a Pitcher sitting in the center of the Table. Cyrus waved Harry to the far side of the Table, as he and the girls kissed the Lady's cheeks. Harry held the Chairs for first Tracy and then Daphne, before sitting between them. After making a show of drawing his wand from the thigh strap on Daphne's leg, and tucking it up his sleeve.
"Dastard!" Lady Greengrass gasped, Harry sat. "Have you no sense of decorum?"
"None, Milady." Harry gave his crooked grin. "Between my Godfather, the Rake that He is, and my training under these ladies, Decorum has yet to be breached. But with my being named an Adult, my Mistresses decided that All Hallows Eve was as good a Ritual Night as the Winter Solstice."
"So, no High Priestess?" Ms Davis asked.
"No, Mama." Tracy reached for the Pitcher and poured three Glasses of Mimosa, Handing one to Daphne, leaving the third in front of Harry. "No Time. Daphne Knew the Rituals, the Runes, the Words. Last night She acted quickly to prevent Old Fools from removing our chosen Sacrifice from play. If you Need to have a High Priestess…"
"A Blessing this Winter Solstice?" Harry offered.
Ms Davis gave the picture of giving it some thought, before nodding. "Word has it that the Old Fool is having a Yule Ball… on the 25th!"
Harry frowned as he replayed something Granger said yester-year… "But Is Not the Solstice not on the 22nd?"
"Smart Ladd." Cyrus beamed, "You Leave the Castle on the 21, we have our Solstice Celebration, you return to the Castle for the Ball. You breed my little slut… A good year for all."
"Ah, minor Correction, Sir." Harry sipped his Mimosa, and found it to his liking. "My Wife has expressed a desire to own both. I am willing to bid the same I paid for the Eldest, and put half in your account right now, the other half on her fifteenth birthday."
The glass in Cyrus's hand shattered. "Malfoy hand haggled me down to that low price, and the only reason no lower, so to keep up the truth that there was nothing wrong with Her. He had me over a Barrel, and everybody knew it. Then you just wallice right in, not only double the low bid, but include a bonus…"
"Yes…" Harry looked into his glass, "I broke her, I had to pay a penalty. I did the same for taking my Wife, though not to the extravagant high your Slut cost me. And I will say again, I will match it for your other Breeding Bitch. Half down today."
Lady Greengrass sprung like a coiled viper, "Done. And any Welp?"
"I promised 'choice pick from the spawn the first Bitch'." Harry looked at the taller copy of Daphne. "House Greengrass gets one Pup. but We could allow you to choose from the younger Bitch's spawn. Would not want breeders of your excellence to feel slighted." He sipped again, "Infact, I am willing to Talk about Kenneling during the Summer Holis… Say for the balance due?"
"What are you saying?" Mama Greengrass nearly snarled.
"My place of shelter is not fit for occupancy. I can get by, on my own. But Now I have two Females that have… certain requirements. I am bidding for a Third. My proposal is that in exchange for the sum I would owe on the fifteenth anniversary of the little Bitch's birth. I become a Guest at Greengrass Manor, where my Bitches are comfortable, and you two can advise me on breeding the next generation."
"Deal!" Roared the Lady.
"Only until her fifteenth birthday!" roared the Lord.
"The September first afterwards." Harry countered, "Unless you want me sneaking around while defiling your females." Harry held his empty glass towards Tracy for a refill. "Then there is the issue of my Proxy…"
Cyrus shattered his second glass, it having appeared by elf magic, as the shards were cleared away. "Boy! What are you threatening me with now?"
"Well, during the Summer months, I will be needing training in how to be a productive member of our Society." Harry made a show of fondling Daphne under the table, "I can't spend every waking hour using and abusing your daughters. I need to learn how to Helm my House. Barchoke will help me on the money front, but what about the Social or Political? I mean, Daphne is going to be pregnant every year after Twenty for twenty years. Tracy will gift me the Heir and spare. Plus every other Witch, Bitch, and Hag that I can catch, magical, muggle, or whatever."
"Are you saying our three daughters are not enough to satisfy your base Lusts?" Lady Greengrass was shocked! And intrigued.
"No Ma'am." Harry sighed as he fell back in his chair, allowing himself to look like the small under fed 'child' he was. "In Truth, These two Sluts will Kill me if the Triwizard Tournament does not. Next week I am going to write my Will, splitting my House and assets Between my Wife, My Consort, and if I own her, my Concubine. Should I survive to Summer, I will teach them magic Defense, learn skills I need to Take my House to the next level, and heal, body and soul, like you can only with the Love of a good witch."
The two brides patted the thigh closest to them.
"He is Such a good boy." Daphne cooed.
"He knows just how to use that tongue of his to bring a witch her greatest pleasure." Tracy sighed. "I spent many a night screaming into my ball-gag, thanks to his tongue."
"Just Curious." Lady Greengrass. "How much are my Daughters worth?"
"I paid over 30, for this one, and am considering the other one to have similar value."
Lady Greengrass shattered her glass.
"Shall we exchange Glass for Silver?" Harry asked. "That is the third Glass go this morning."
Daphne flagged down a server. "My Good man, Milord will be needing 'a tuna and cheese on a roll', a fruit selection, a pot of Tea, Earl Grey. a selection of pastries for the table. A pot of coffee, Italian roast."
"At once, Ma'am." and he was gone.
HPDT
After getting nowhere with the Goblins, Albus hurried to the Ministry. A quick stop at Fudge's office for a 'writ' to place the boy under his aegis, Albus wandered down to the DMLE to recruit his favorite 'knight', Kingsley Shacklebolt.
A few whispered words, and the imposing black man followed Allbus back to the Alley, Where the Headmaster rechecked his 'deluminator' and found Harry at Dunning's. With great Pomp and Presence, the Chief Warlock Marched up, and demanded that Mr Potter return with him to the School.
As the Duo of the Chief Warlock, and the Black Auror pushed past the Host's podium, Harry was wolfing down the last of his tuna roll. As the Host raised his protest, every eye turned to see what the row was about. Every eyebrow raised in anticipation of the show going on.
For the last 45 minutes, Lord and Lady Greengrass had kept the privacy charms in flux. No Outside the table knew the exact details of the conversation within, but they knew that a scandal involving both the 'girls' and the young lord had hit House Greengrass. That while Harry was apologetic he was not sorry. He was not ashamed of what he had done to the Witches, as he continued to paw them in front of their parents. Now Albus Dumbledor was on the scene.
"Mister Potter!" The gray-beard proclaimed as he arrived at the table, "You must return to Hogwarts, You are not Safe here!"
Daphne made a slashing motion at her throat, and the Privacy wards vanished completely, as she stood to impose herself between the approaching wizards and her Husband. "That is Lord Potter to you, Headmaster. We are not on school grounds, so your authority is questionable at best. As to His Safety, I do hope you are not implying that my Father or Mother are plotting against him?"
"Miss Greengrass, Please. This is between Mister Potter and myself as his Magical Guardian. He can not be Lord Potter, as he has yet to take up his Rings nor come of age."
Tracy spotted a blond in acid green robes, drew a quill and scroll from her hand bag, and joined her sister-wife with a smile." Ah, but you are wrong, Headmaster. Last Night you declared him to be of Age. You declared that by his Name coming the Goblet, He was competing. But only those who are of age could compete! And This Morning, He took up his Ring. It started with his Scion ring that he should have had at age eleven, and advanced to Heir and to Lord."
Harry wiped his mouth with his napkin, throwing it on the table, as he stood to support his Wives. His wand dropped into his hand behind the girls.
"Mister Potter, I have here a 'writ' from Minister Fudge, placing you in my custody." Albus floursed the scroll.
Only for Daphne to draw and ignite it. "The Ministry does not have the Right to Place a Lord in the custody of another."
Albus went for his wand…
Harry pushed between the witches, pegging Albus with a disarming hex, catching the knobby wand in his other hand, as his wand pointed at the Black man's nose. Albus was thrown back, and crashed to the floor.
In that time the witches drew and covered Harry's six.
"And your position in this, Sir?" Harry asked calmly of the Black man.
"I was helping the Headmaster escort a student back to school." the wizard slipped his hands up his sleeves. "I was told that it was just an errant student. As it is a Lord taking care of House Business… My hands are tied. I can run the Headmaster in, but he will claim that he was acting within the terms of his position as your Guardian, and be out in an hour, not even a slap on the wrist."
"St Mungo's Please." Daphne smirked. "We fear for his health, he is So overworked, and with him doing the work of three men… three younger men… we fear he has not seen to his health. We will hold off on charging him for his faux paus." She slowly slid her wand back into her thigh strap, "But if He beats us back to Hogwarts, we reserve the right to file."
"And his wand?" the Auror enquired.
"You know that feeling you get when you pick up your wand after not touching it for a few months?" Harry spoke softly. "That was the feeling I got when I snagged it from the air… Like finally my arm was complete!"
The Adults behind Harry shared a look. "Auror Kingsley. We will Oilvander look into this, and file the proper parchment-work." Lord Cyrus Greengrass spoke up. "Odds are that with just becoming Lord Potter, the Lad's magic is overly sensitive, and the Wand will be returned to the Headmaster, by Owl."
Shack frowned, but nodded, and pulling a wooden disc from his red robes, pressed said Disc to the Headmaster's chest and said, "Medic!" they vanished in a flare of Blue light.
Cyrus waved to a server. "Check please." a wizard with an oiled mustache brought a small silver tray with a scrap of parchment on it, and a silver stylis/quill. Cyrus signed, and pressed his Ring to the parchmen. "Service was Excellent."
"As was your Darama. May one enquire as to the Nature of your … Drama?"
"House Potter was paying for completely ruining my Daughter and his Wife." Cyrus offered his arm to his wife, and led the group from the Restaurant.
HPDT
Their first stop was Ollivanders.
As they entered, the Wandmaker had his back to the Door, "Maple and Unicorn hair, 12 and half inches, Firm. Annebell-lynn Selwin. Sweet, pure, Disciplined." The old man hummed, "Oak, Hartstring, Irish Green, 14 inches, flexible, Cyrus Greengrass. And you Brought a group with you…" the Wand crafter swayed. "Yew and Unicorn, willow and hartstring Swedish, and a Beech and hippogryph pinion." He Hummed, "Ms Davis and your eldest, and her Mother… Holly and Phoenix … Sweet Merlin!" the wand maker snapped about "What did you do to my Wand! And what is that up your sleeve?"
Harry approached the counter, before laying his Holy and Phoenix wand before it's crafter. Beside it, he laid the Elder Wand.
"You found the Deathstick." The oldman hummed off key. "Two of the Three have returned Home. Beware finding the third, for Death is Promised to the one who wields all three." He waved his Hand over it. "She has bonded to you, and will work for no other. She is a Legacy Artifact, and she has found her Bloodline. Cut your Palm, and smear a little blood on the shaft, to seal her bond to you. Later!" With his fore fingers at each end, he lifted the Holly wand to peer at it from all angles. "Dear Morga! The wood is seared through the channel! The Feather has turned to ash, and glazed the channel, kinda like a reverse polish." the wonder playing across the Craft Master's face warred with disgust and revulsion. It was akin to an 'old classic car guy' looking at a hot rod monster truck crafted from a royal royce phantom.
Great yet Horrible/Terrible things.
"Will she still work?" Harry asked softly.
Ollivander passed it back to him, waving a hand in the air distractedly.
Harry waved his wand, green sparks matching his eyes and red sparks matching fawkes' feathers.
"Yes, but for you and you alone." Ollivander refocused his eyes on the lad, "You have had bindings removed… When I sold you that wand, you read as a normal wizard. In truth you have Great Power, Great Depth, and Great Potency. Where Lord Greengrass a standard class wizard, his magic is to a bubbling brook, maybe a cubit wide, half that deep, and flowing two liters per second. Now you are a river, six cubits deep, eight wide, and upwards of ten kilo-liters per second. Using the same wand, a [Luminous] for him would be a candle, whereas you would blind everyone as if looking into the sun." He fell back onto his stool.
"There is no other option." Ollivander threw his hands into the Air, "I am going to have to craft you a Staff. When everybody hears of this, they are going to worry about going Dark Lord. All that Power, with no Checks?"
Harry looked over his shoulder. "If I take up the Title of Dark Lord, it will be at the Command of my Dark Mistresses, or because Some Idiot thought that they could Attack my Wives and get away with it."
"The Lad and his wifes. Come on back."
HPDT
Dinner was just beginning when the Great Hall welcomed home Lord Potter.
"Mister Potter!" Headmistress McGonagall Called from the High Table. "Where Have You Been?"
"Headmistress." Harry answered from mid hall. "Last Night, The Headmaster made an error. He declared me an Adult. I was Advised this Morning to immediately See My Account Manager and Bring my House to order."
"Just Like your Father!" Snape snapped.
"Potion Master Snape!" Harry Snapped in Return, "Kindly keep mum on my Father's faults, before I am forced Bring the full weight of House Potter to bear as I declare Blood Feud. He was an Ass, and a bully in his youth. But he has been dead these last thirteen years! Let Him Rest!" The Ceiling above the young Lord raged in a storm.
"Mister Potter!" McGonagall Snapped as well.
"Apologies Headmistress." Harry bowed his Head, as the sky above him cleared. "As to the Hippogriff in the room, I must withdraw from Hogwarts this year. I will see you before Breakfast, in your office to handle the paperwork. May I join a few of my former housemates for dinner?"
Minerva sniffed, but waved him on.
A Whispered word to the witches on his heel, and he headed towards Ms Granger and Scion Longbottom. As he sat beside the hefty boy, he nodded to the red-headed twins, tapping his nose.
"Harry!" Granger hissed, "Where did you go?" She leaned in, "Your Name gets called, you go to the Back room, and you never come to bed!"
Harry set his Left Hand on the table, flat, so that all could see it. "Granger." He raised his finger from his right hand to stop her outburst, "Breath. Think. What is on the Table? What does it mean?"
Neville Gasped as he paled.
Lavender Brown stopped her gossiping and looked about… and seeing the Ring, Screamed.
The Hall went silent.
"Granger." Harry tried again. "Talk it out."
"You are calling me Granger. First thought, you are no longer my friend."
"No, and I will correct that later." Harry smiled at the crinkly hair witch.
"That means we are no longer on the same tier, socially." Harry nodded, "You have Taken your Ring, means you have joined the Peerage. As your ring is both bigger and more detailed than Nevilles, you are not of his rank."
"I am a Scion, but as the eldest of the Line, I am also the Heir." Neville "That is the Lord's ring."
Hermione nodded, "Neville is wearing his on his Right Hand, yours is on your left… Married?" She frowned at Harry. He nodded. "You took Greengrass as your Wife?"
"No." Harry tucked his left hand into his lap. "Davis is my wife, Lady Potter."
"And Greengrass?" Hermione pressed.
"Careful there, Granger." Harry Sighed, "You are interfering with House Business." He grinned at her, "There are complications involved if you dig any deeper.
"Just Like a Snake to steal you away!" Ron retorted, "Or are You showing your true colours?" He stabbed the tater on his plate with his fork. "Only a Slimy snake would cheat their way into the Tournament and not tell their best mate about it!" he stormed from the Hall.
"He has been like that ever since your Name was called." Neville sighed.
"I was used and abused this year." Harry spoke calmly, "Two very attractive Witches were dealt a bad hand last August. They sat down, and ranked the Males in our year and above. Neville was a close second, and only the fact that he has already been painted as a Target, kept him below my score. They would not tell me the details, only that I had won the Lottery. They began training me to obey their commands, planning on using the Winter Solstice to break a Contract or two. Last Night, when the Headmaster 'accidently' declared me an adult, they decided that All Hallows Eve would work just as well. Among the things that they did to me was get me off a list of potions that Molly and Ron had been feeding me. With this knowledge, a few things from the last three years rang as off. I do not completely trust Ron anymore."
"And Greengrass…" Hermione began, "If I can ask…"
"Offered me a chance to screw over Both Malfoy and his dad." Harry grinned, as he cast an eye across the Hall, to where two blonds and a dusky brunette were chatting. "And I am no longer returning to Surrey during the Summer."
Suddenly Draco stood from where he was 'holding court' and approached Daphne. He casually clapped a hand on her shoulder as he leaned in to speak with her.
Daphne exploded into action. "Get your Bloody Hands off me! Touch me again, and I will have you gelded!
"We have a Contract!" Malfoy pressed.
"Not any longer. My Husband saw to that!" Daphne swelled to loom over the inbred blond wizard. "And He even was Able to Pay My Full Price!"
Draco went for his wand… only to be hit by [Expelliarmus], knocking him flying.
Harry was up on the table top, crossing towards the Slytheryn table by the most direct route… across the Tables in between him and Draco. "Wife! I thought you had this Handled! Why were you allowing that Inbred Ponce anywhere near Her?"
The Entire Hall went still as Harry hopped from the Gryffindor table to the Ravenclaw table. As he touched down on the floor between the blue and bronze and the green and silver, the gossips started whispering.
"Mister Potter!" McGonagall yelled from her seat by the Headmaster's throne.
Harry turned slowly to look at her. "Headmistress, I am going to need you to refer to me as Lord Potter on this one.
Malfoy has taken liberties that must be answered for. Otherwise He will think he can get away with this kind of thing from anyone, and others might think they can handle My Daphne."
For once Snape was quiet.
"Crabbe. Goyle. Harry sneered, as he climbed over the Table, "Pick him up."
The 'Thugs' scrambled to do as bid, as Harry collected an unused goblet from the table, and made a show of pouring water into it. He then threw the goblet of water in Draco's Face.
"P-p-potter!" Draco sputtered from the faceful of water. "When My Father hears of this…"
"I expect he already has." Harry was playing to the crowd, Something he found he enjoyed on his day out with the Wife. "He will no doubt find himself just as … impotent as his heir." many of the older 'snakes' snickered athe pun. "Tell me, Ferret, what gives you the right to touch what is not yours?"
"She is mine!" Draco howled. "Bound to me as the Heir of Black, by a very detailed contract!"
"And your proof that you are the Heir of Black?" Daphne struck like the acid-toothed viper she was.
"I am the son of the Last of the Blacks!"
"Then why did the Bloodline Ritual at the Bank of Gringotts name Potter as Heir to Black?" the Blond hummed.
TBC [Cliffhanger!]
