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.

HPDT

Granger was waiting on the Stairs as Harry stormed out of the Great Hall, three Witches on his Heels.

"Potter." She stood, as she licked her lips, "I find myself needing to ask you for clarification. I need to know what is going on with you."

"Granger." Daphne stepped around him to look the Muggleborn in the eye, gripping her chin to force eye contact. "What compels you to seek this knowledge?"

"No Idea." the older girl whimpered, "I just need to know!"

"Granger!" Potter asked, "Would you risk facing the creature from the Chamber to know? Do you accept the consequences of this search?" He stepped beside her, "Keep eye contact, witch. Would you risk your magic? Your flesh, everything?"

"Yes!" Hermione whined. "Please tell me!"

"She is bound." Daphne released the girl's chin. "By who and what I can not tell you… but she is not herself."

"How old is she?" Tracy asked.

"Fifteen." Harry sighed.

"Then she is of the age of consent." Tracy ran her fingers through the crinkly hair of the Muggleborn's ponytail.

"Hermione Granger." Harry asked. "For the answers you seek, you will be bound to House Potter for no less than five years, starting tonight. Of your own free will, such as it is, Do you accept our offer?"

"I do." the girl whispered.

"Follow us." Daphne led the way to their private quarters, the long way, and entered the chamber suite instead of the classroom. A new chest had appeared next to the wardrobe, as a springy Dobby stood on it.

"Missy Tory's things, you have talked with Lord Greeny-grass." the elf squeaked.

"The Malfoy Elf?" Daphne turned to look at Harry.

"No, Mine. Long story." Harry brushed past the blond wife-witch. "Dobby. Collect Ms Granger's things, including her Familiar. Bring them here." turning to Daphne, "what do you need to bind Granger? Ours are permanent, I want the option to release her in five years, should she wish it so."

"The Ink will do, just not add the blood." Daphne turned toward her trunk.

"You are going to Rape her, correct?" Astoria asked.

The older four froze, locking eyes on the young blond.

"Rape?" Hermione squeaked.

"You already consented." Tracy grabbed Hermione's ass, drawing the girl to her, tit to tit, before her other hand gripped the ponytail forcing the lighter brunette into a kiss.

Daphne swallowed, "what of it?"

"I beg my Lord Husband to take me too, please." Tori stuttered.

Tracy smirked at the youngest witch. "Are you asking to be raped by Lord and Master? For him to plow and seed you? For him to use you like the little whore-slut you are?"

Astoria flushed, as her knees quivered. "Yes…Mistress. I wish to be ploughed and seeded. I want to be used, abused, and punished. But most importantly, I want to be passed around for the enjoyment of my Master's inner circle."

All witches looked at Harry, who was shocked. "Okay…Slut. First rule; when in chambers, no clothing above the knee. Stockings that reach to the thigh are allowed, but nothing else. Second rule; If you are not serving somebody, anybody in Chambers has the right to use you." He turned to his best friend. "Granger. Strip. This weekend, we will take you to get fitted in boots and corsets. In chambers, that is what you wear. In the meantime your saddle shoes will do. Daphne, put her in the 'chair' while you ink her. I am going to build something new for Slut, before breaking her in." He led the way from chambers to the office, to the classroom/playroom.

Leaving the shivering Tori standing by the desk, Harry lit the bluebell flames, before twisting the next desk into a 'stocks' with a crossbar. The stocks held the head and hands of the 'Witch' forcing her to stretch out on a braided three, one inch wide iron beam. Her knees, held by the crossbar, forced her backside open and exposed. Once he was done, he snapped his fingers, and Tori scurried to his side, to climb into the stocks. As the oak boards clicked down trapping her in place, he made sure she could see what was happening first at the chair, (Daphne had Granger 'sitting' in place, collar holding her head in place, as a fresh ball-gag was forced into her teeth. Bound wrist and ankle, Granger looked helpless, as the blond pained her skin with a green ink.) and the Desk, where Tracy was lounging on the English Oak surface, pulling her nipples and stroking her lower lips with the phallic handle of a cat o nine tails flogger.

"Wive. Bring me that flogger."

Tracy smirked as slid off the desk, and 'cross step' strutted over to Harry, to kiss him, before handing him the flogger. She then drew her wand from her thigh, and using a switching spell, undressed Harry. Or mostly undressed him. He was still wearing his dragonhide boots, vest, and armholsters.

He kissed her, motioning her towards the little blond's face. "See how well she serviceces." With her smile on simmer, Tracy offered her pussy to the little soon-to-be-slut, Harry used the flogger to 'warm' said slut's backside.

Daphne smirked as she heard the flogger and her sister's muffled squeals. "In a few minutes, that will be you Granger. We will enjoy breaking you in." she twisted a nipple, causing the slut under her to moan. "Almost as much as you will enjoy being broken. Tonight, I am going to finish deep up your slutty seeded ass!"

Suddenly Astoria stopped moaning and screamed. Daphne turned to look, and saw that Harry had driven his cock into her tight ass. "Yes, Daddy." the crying blond sobbed. "I whore for you. Just like Mommy said I would."

Daphne crossed and pinched a nipple, rolling it between thumb and finger. "Tell Mommy about Daddy's cock, Puppet?"

"It hurts…it's so big! It hurts … so good." Tori panted, as she squirmed in the stocks. "Breed me Daddy!"

"You Heard the Whore." Daphne smacked Harry's bare ass. "Breed her ass. Then pass her off to Tracey." Looking at the other witch, "Page 113." Harry gripped the upper edge of the stocks for leverage, and went to town, driving deep, pulling mostly out, and driving deep again. The little whore cried as she orgasmed from the anaul assult.

Just As he blew his first load of the night, he felt a poking at his hind end. Turning his head to look, he saw Tracy sporting a copy of his groin where her pretty pussy used to be. "That for me or do you want me to dismount?"

"Dismount. The Charm only has like three hours, so I expect to be plowed by at least you, sowing your seed in my garden. Go fuck Granger, and Milord, Breed her like you would me or Daphne. She is of your coven."

Harry pulled out, and with a wipe of his hand, he cast a charm to clean his length, as Tracy took his place. As She slowly sank into the pale ass of the youngest of them, Harry grabbed the witch's hair, and pulled her face up. A deep tonguing kiss. "You are a damn good fuck, Tori. I will be fucking you later tonight. Lets see how much cum your ass can hold, Cum-whore."

As he stepped beside Daphne, she sealed the ink pot. "Slut is ready, Milord."

Harry stuck the flogger into Daphne's cunt as his other hand creeped around to goose her left nipple. Twisting both the flogger and the nipple he caused his consort to squirm. "Page 113?"

"A little charm for a witch to keep a witch happy." Daphne smirked, "If you remove your toy, I will show you."

Harry pulled the now wet, polished bone from the blond, to run the tip over the exposed lips of the muggle witch's cunt. Granger moaned, as she leaked from her cunt. With the twist of his wrist, and the handle sunk six inches into her anus, causing to squeal into her ball-gag.

"Yes, Slut, I promised you, Milord was going to take you completely. Did you think that just meant your pussy?"

Hermione shivered, before she morphed in a furry.

"Oh, I see that you do know that Milord is taking your Pussy." Daphne pulled on the nipple closest to her.

Behind them, Astoria was babbling about 'what a good whore she was' as Tracy slowly sawed into and out of her ass.

Daphne drew her wand, before waving it over her hairless snatch, causing a not so flaccid cock to bloom from between her thighs.

Locking eyes with Hermione, Harry pulled the ball-gag from her teeth. "Hermione, I need you to invite me in."

"Why?" she panted, "Just Rape me!"

"Yes, but I need you to invite me in. Threshold Magic is involved."

"Just Fuck Me!" Kitty-Hermione hissed.

Harry kissed her, as he thrust into her cunt, quickly sinking all nine inches into her virgin cunt. Releasing her lips, he looked her in the eyes as he pulled eight inches out, to drive balls deep back in. starting slowly, he quickly built up speed. The chair rocked under his assault on her person, as she mewled and began to purr. His hands found her nipples, as her cries grew in volume and pitch. As her pussy-walls began to grasp his driving shaft, he twisted her nipples and pulled. "Cum Slut. Cum for me."

Hermione roared, as she obeyed her Master for the first time.

"Now, I seed this garden." Harry whispered in her twitching ear. "As It now belongs to House Potter!" Then he grunted, as his Mistress took her due… and mounted his ass.

"Morgana!" Daphne grunted as her shaft bottomed out in his ass, "If this what it feels like to fuck an ass, I cant wait to fuck your cunt, Potter."

"This weekend." Harry grunted, "A sex change party." He returned to fucking the witch in the 'chair' as Daphne just braced herself, allowing the wizard to slide off and on her shaft in his ass. Hermione began mewling and purring again.

Tracey fired her first load into little Tori's ass, screamed as her cock blasted deep in the newly violated spasming anus.

"Hey Daphne," Tracey panted out, "I'm taking this whore to the bed, Join us when Harry unloads in the Pussy's ass!"

Harry groaned as he unloaded in Hermione's cunt. Pulling the flogger from her flexing sphincter, he charmed her back passage, and entered forcefully, bottoming out. "Cum for me my pussy. Cum hard." His assault was quick, hard and brutal. Hermione thrashed in her bindings as Harry rode her hard, her tail whipping and flogging under her.

Harry was not waiting for her orgasm, but his own. With Daphne counter-fucking him, his next orgasm was building fast. It hit hard and fast, and he collapsed on her tits as his cock twitched as it pumped the last of his salvo into her.

"Pussy is a good fuck." Harry gasped, as he struggled to his feet. Waving Daphne off, he dismounted from Hermione and released the straps with but a wave of his hand. He slung the kitty-witch over his shoulder, and followed Daphne's perky ass to the bedroom. Dropping his cargo along the foot of the bed, he staggered to a table nearby, and picked up a cold butterbeer.

As he rehydrated, Daphne rolled little Tori face down, and mounted her, slowly sinking her nine inches of cock into her little sister's ass. Tori moaned as she gripped the sheets under her.

"See Mommy, I am a good whore."

Tracy rolled Hermione onto her back, hooked her furry legs over her shoulders, and sunk her cock into the only legal cunt. "Pussy has a sweet pussy." Tracy kissed her lover, before rolling to the side, pulling the cat-girl on top. "Ride me slut!" Hermione sluggishly tried to obey, sliding up and down the cock invading her folds.

Harry crawled on to the bed, and grabbed the back of Tori's head, lifting it up, before forcing down her throat. "Whores know how to swallow her Master's cock." He matched the slow rhythm of Daphne's thrusts into the little witch.

Harry did not cum this round, but when Daphne blew her load, she pulled out, and moved to mount Hermone's ass, using the fuzzy tail as leverage. Sat back against the headboard, and tapped Tori on the Head. "Whore, come sit on my cock." Tori, moving slowly, tried to stick it in her cunt. "No." he slapped her ass-check, "We are keeping your Maidenhead until your fifteenth birthday." He guided his shaft to her abused asshole, as she slid down the shaft, facing him. Harry worried her nipples as they kissed. The little slut rode her master's cock as he enjoyed the feel of her body.

After an hour of fucking their current lovers, they fell asleep, buried deep. As the charms wore off , the morphed cocks withdrew and the pile of bodies shifted to better sleep.

HPDT

Harry awoke to someone whimpering on his chest.

"Please Daddy, breed me." Little Tori was talking in her sleep.

Shaking her gently, Harry woke her up. "Hey you." He kissed her, "let's get up, use the toilet, and I will fuck you in the Shower?" Tori scrambled off his cock, and rushed to the bathroom. Harry, moving slowly, arrived in time to refresh himself after her as she preset the shower, before she removed the last of her clothing. He ditched his Boots, and vest, as he stepped into the box of hot rain, behind the small blond.

Using a soft cloth, he lathered up her body, and Wiped her down. He took his time on her nipples, her clit, and her abused anus. She came twice as he bathed her. Then it was her turn to wash him. She took his bulbous head in her mouth, and while humming, sucked his shaft down her tight throat. Just before he reached his climax, he pulled her off, and to her feet. Holding her left leg behind the knee, he brutally rammed his cock into her quivering sphincter, driving deep. "I need to get that Charm the Wives used last night." He grunted in her ear, "Reaching around you, forcing you to blow your load all over your tits… using you as a Cock Puppet while I rape your sister… You like that, don't you, my little whore?"

Tori was not coherent enough to answer, as she just mewled like a well fucked child. Harry quickly blew his first Load of the day, and pulled out. Gripping Tori by the Hair he led her to the Bed chambers, where he threw her across the table. Rolling her onto her back, he lined her up with her ass hanging off the table. Her feet went over his shoulder, as he summoned the silver chains with three spring-clamps. He worked first her left nipple to a point, and clamped it. Then her right… Then he dug into her pussy, teasing her Cilt out from under it's hood, then Clamped it. A wave of his hand tightened the chain so that it pulled on her points as she moved.

A leather collar was buckled around her neck, to which he attached a lead. He pulled the witch to her feet, and with a crop, got her trotting in a circle around him. "Knees up. hup hup. Hands behind your back… grab your left wrist in your right hand." His crop smacked her ass as she trotted in a circle about him.

After her third circuit she started babbling about being a good whore.

"Milord Husband." Tracy climbed off the bed as she approached the wizard, after the witchling trotted by. "What are you doing to her?"

"Trying for a more continuous orgasm." Harry snapped the crop. "The pain from the Clamps pulling on her nipples and clit will draw her to greater heights. The high knee stepps cause her titties to jiggle, which pull on her clit, which pulls on her nipples… and we both know how to make Daphne come just by pulling on her nipples. I have no idea where the 'good whore' thing comes from, but it only seems to drive her to new heights as we abuse her. It might be 'younger sibling' related."

Harry had Tori halt, turn about, and trot in the other direction. After five minutes of that he directed Tori to sprawl on her back on her school trunk. Motioning Tracy to sit on her face, Harry mounted his little whore for the last time that morning.

Five minutes in, Tori started to spasm and buck as climax after climax exploded through her pent up little body. Harry dismounted, as he waved Tracy off.

"DAMN!" Tracy exclaimed. "What did you do?"

"An experiment from that book I read, the one Daphne handed me that first Friday. 'How use and abuse a Witch and make her beg for more.' Only downside, Astoria is now too tender to fuck again until the weekend."

"I think we all are." Daphne unfolded as she extracted herself from Hermione's cuddle, and both witches stood. "No more sex until Friday night. I think we need to be rested for that night. Everyone strip… and shower!"

"Harry. I heard you use the Term 'Rape', serval times since I joined you last night." Granger leaned on Harry's shoulder as she stripped her shoes and socks off. "But you do not mean that in the Dirty, illegal manner, correct?"

"Yes." Harry went silent. "Rape has three basic definations. 'Forced Sex', 'Unconcented Sex', and 'Sex with those who can not concent'. Now, you personally know that I would never force a non-consenting partner, but I have been brutal with my witches in our coupling. I forgot to talk to you about 'Rules of Play', when we brought you in. Each of us has a code word that by speaking it during 'Play', all action stops, and we separate. Mine is Lollipop. Daphne likes Apples, Tracey prefers Peaches. In our Rush to enjoy you and little Tori, we forgot to get your codeword."

"So, if I decided to yell out, 'Grapes'…"

"If that is your word, All action is done. Period." Harry one arm hugged his best friend, "But chose something that does not sound like a 'Play Word'."

Hermione focused, and her Face grew 'Human', as her tail vanished, and her ears moved from the top of her head.

Tori blinked as her mind cleared. "Do I get a Word too?"

"Yes." Daphne kissed her sister in a not so sister way. "I was thinking 'Bananas'?"

Astoria nodded, grinning like it was her birthday.

"Going with 'Books'." Granger decided.

"And Done." Harry kissed her, tenderly.

Five naked youths entered the bathroom, and the box of hot rain. They bathed each other, polishing each other's bits, but that was as far as they went. They then dried each other off, before they turned to dressing each other. Hermione was kissed by both Tracy and Daphne. Harry stepped before her and buckled a collar about her neck. He kissed her deeply, "You now belong to House Potter. None may touch you without our permission."

Everyone dressed in their Hogwarts' Robes, with the exception of their foot wear. Daphne and Tracy were wearing their stiletto boots, and Harry was wearing his knee high dragonhide boots, with his trousers tucked in. As Tori and Hermione only had their Saddle-shoes, the overall image was lacking.

It was these five that knocked on the Headmistress' office door, just before 8 am. As Minerva let them in, she frowned. "Mr Potter?"

"I will let Daphne explain."

"First, Harry needs to withdraw from Hogwarts. As the fourth Champion, he can not attend the same school as any of the other Champions. By the rules of the Tournament. As such, he will have to represent himself, unless you want us to build a school around him. Please, we need the parchment work filled… Now."

"How?" The Headmistress frowned, softly. "Expulsion?"

"No." Daphne purred. "Withdrawn. As in he transferred to a different school."

"And where will he be transferring too?"

"Here." Tracy smirked. "He is afforded the same rights as Krum or Delacure. As he does not have private accommodations, Hogwarts will and has provided."

"He will need to reapply come September, but that is for next year." Daphne was on a roll. "As members of his House, we will be living with him, but attending Hogwarts… unless that will cause problems. Then you can just 'Withdraw' us too."

"If Housing us is too much of an Issue..." Harry sighed, weighing in. "I can find Housing for me and my House elsewhere… if the Headmaster prefers."

Minerva shifted.

[Flashback]

"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 Witch hummed.

The whole Hall sucked it's breath in. This was now a Bloodline Issue as well.

"How?" Draco seethed.

"You claim to be the Son of the Last of the Blacks." Daphne purred. "Milord is the Heir of the UnRinged Lord of Black. The Great and Honourable Ministry sentenced Sirius Black to Azkaban without trial, therefore he was imprisoned with his Inheritance intact. That includes his Will. Should he die, before a Fair and Honest Trial is held for him, It falls to Milord." She lounged on Harry's left side, so as to not drag on his wand arm.

Draco, left with only one recourse, "When My Father hears of this!" He snagged his wand from the hand of the firstie trying to return it, and swept from the Room. The Troll Twins lumbering on his heels.

"Potter." Snape slid out of the shadows behind him, "Five Points, defending a schoolmate." He sneered, "And Fifteen points for attacking a student in the Great Hall!" he swept off in the other direction.

The rubies rumbled and shifted, but none dropped or lifted.

"I don't know about you, but I have had a long day." Harry smiled at his wives, "I am heading to my Chambers, for a good night's sleep, as I have another Long day with the Headmaster tomorrow." With one arm around Daphne, he led his trio of witches from the Great Hall.

[end flashback]

"I am going to put you as Home-study. We will talk again in June." Minerva scratched a few notes in her ledgers.

"I see you have added to your…"

"Coven." Harry swallowed, "That is the word Tracy used the other night."

"You realise that you have to register for Coven status." the Scottish Headmistress scowled.

"We were planning on doing so later today, or tomorrow." Tracey leaned on Hermione, trying for a cuddle.

"I see…" Minerva scratched more notes in her files. Before filling out four slips of parchment. "Today would be best. Before Albus gets back, from wherever he ended up."

"St Mungo's" Daphne smirked. "Something about a full check up… we were so worried. He attacked us at Dunning's, almost frothing at the mouth."

"Oh Dear." McGonagall looked worried, before shrugging and looking through her notes.

HPDT

Albus awoke with a start.

Something was wrong.

First, this was the first time in a long while that he was fully rested.

Second, he did not smell sherbert Lemon!

Third… the light in his room was wrong.

Looking around, he recognized a observation room from St Mungo's.

He tried to get up, only to find he was restrained to the bed by a 'baby minder' charm.

Now he was PISSED. He waved his hand, trying to summon his wand… only for nothing to Happen. Strange. St Mungo's kept the wand next to the Patient by policy if not Law. Where was his Wand! Now he knew Fear, his wand was missing… or worse, served a new Master!

Then in Walked a familiar face. Having been Headmaster for the last Forty years, and the Transfiguration Professor for thirty years before that, he knew almost everybody in Magical England by face, if not personally.

"Andromeda, my dear, there seems to be a minor Issue. I can not find my wand."

"That is because you do not have one." the former Black smirked at him. "One was not brought in with you, and just before the close of the Business day, yesterday, an owl arrived to say the wand you had in the morning has returned to its Bloodline."

"Yesterday? Morning?"

"Yes. In a few minutes, it will be Nine am, Wednesday, November 3, 1994."