AN: Spoilers! No Sex this Chapter!

"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."

"I gotta get back to the School! One of my Students did something Stupid! Got Himself Bound to two Witches that are going to Destroy Him!"

"You mean Lord Potter?" The Medi-witch was smug as she settled on the bed-side stool, drawing a folded Prophet from her apron. "Yes, that was in the Paper. Skeeter had plenty to say about that. First he gets himself chosen in that damn Blood-Sport you're calling a Tournament, then he gets himself married to not one, but two Witches from the Traditional side of the Gray Line. There is even a rumor that He is Bidding of the other Greengrass Witchling. The Privacy Wards on the Central Table were wearing out, so not every word was muffled, but enough that only rumor and gossip are going to cover the Truth."

"I Need to go!" Allbus tried to get up.

"Oh No." the Former daughter of House Black Grinned, "You need to rest. You have been too busy to do your jobs properly." Her grin froze, as her eyes carried a different kind of Smile. "After All you have been too Tired and Busy to get Cousin Sirius his trail, these last fourteen years!" She reminded the old fool of her Aunt… Dorea Potter nee Black. Do Her or Her Kin wrong, and you suffered. "You need your rest. We have you for the next seventy-two hours. Get your rest." She bustled out of the room.

"That was Mean." Agusta Longbottom, aka 'Gus' to her friends. "You know he will just work himself into a fit."

"Yes." Healer Tonks smirked, 'And we would have to potion him, and restart the clock. At the forty-eight hour mark, we let him have back copies of the Prophet. He was admitted on a 'Wellness Check'. I can handle him. But get a move on Black's trial. Talk to Lord Greengrass. He now has skin in the game."

The Vulture hatted witch cackled, as she puttered to the nearest floo.

HPDT

Minerva was unhappy.

Albus was missing. No sign of him these last two mornings.

Potter was marching to a different piper, and leading his coven away from her cubs in the Den.

Snape had gone quiet. A sign that he was planning and plotting.

The Twins were noisy, but in their 'holding pattern'.

Only with the Help of Flitwick and Sprout was the School running smoothly.

A note to Director Bones for help in locating their wayward Headmaster calmed the witch enough to floo W.E.S. to ask 'Griz' to join them until the Headmaster returned. Griz instead grinned and said she would take care of it.

An hour later, Agusta Longbottom strode through the doors of the Great Hall, a writ proclaiming her acting Headmistress until Dumbledor returned to duty. As she explained to her housemate, from when they were in school together, Albus was in St Mungo's on a Wellness Check. Gus was Holding the Seat of Headmistress for the Ceremonial Rituals of the Tournament. Healer Tonks believed the old man should be ready to resume his duties just before the first Task.

Well… maybe not that unhappy…

HPDT

Malfoy was PISSED.

His Ascent to the Mantle of Lord of Black was denied yet again!

The Plan was Simple.

Step One; Marry a Daughter of Black in good standing. Check. He had lucked out there. Bella was crazier than the Old Fool.

Step Two; Spawn an Heir to House Black. Check. It was not easy, as the runt almost did not make it…

Step Three; Remove all Heirs above his. Reglus lost, declared dead. Sirius locked away, life sentence… Check.

Step Four; Allow Draco to claim House Black! (If the little shitstain survives)

Step Five; Declare Draco incompataint, and Rule in his stead!

Simple!

But no.

Somehow Black was now Lord, even after being sent away, and he had named that Half-Blood Filth, Potter as his Heir!

Then to make matters worse, the Contract he had forced Greengrass into was destroyed, ruining his plans for a pureblood whore to pleasure him while he ruled the fortunes of three Houses.

Was that enough?

No!

The Slut had to parade the whole lewd and scandalous truth before the entire Great Hall, proving that his Heir was as unfit as he was planning on declaring him next June. Not only were the Greengrass girls now out of reach, but now there were aspersions that Malfoy could not afford her 'Full Price'.

It was Time to see his First Line of Attack was targeting the Boy now. The Old Fool could wait…

But Fudge could only blow smoke. What Lucius needed was a 'Knife'.

HPDT

Astoria Greengrass followed her sister out of the Floo into the Ministry Atrium. Both she and Granger were wearing their collars, but under their ties. Everybody was dressed in their school uniforms, except Harry. Tracy and Daphne were wearing their boots.

"High Priestess." Harry waved Daphne forward. "Lead us in."

Daphne leading, Tracy playing the role of the 'Good Wife', and hanging off Harry's arm. That left the other two to follow like little ducklings.

First was the Check in desk, where they had their wands 'weighed' and processed. They then found their way to the lifts where they ascended to the fifth floor. Once in the Department of International Cooperation, They went looking for the sub-department involving 'Covens and Caravans'.

Harry spotted a familiar face…

"Weasley! Percy Weasley!" He strode forward, playing the Part of Lord Potter. "A moment of your time, my good man." Every head turned to look.

"Potter?' the redhead stiffened. "What are you doing here?"

"I seem to be in need of some guidance." Harry clasped hands with the slightly shocked wizard. Still speaking loudly, "I need to file some parchment work. A minor misstep on my part. I went and joined a Coven, but forgot to register and file. My High Priestess knows that is the correct floor, but we are having trouble finding the correct sub-department."

"Covens are illegal." the lad squeaked.

"No." Daphne smirked. "They are discouraged. They are regulated. They are even taxed. But They are still Legal." then her smirk turned into a sneer, "Unless you want to declare that House Potter is no longer Welcome in the British Isles?"

"But Chief Warlock Dumbledor declared covens to be dark, immoral, forbidden practices." the redhead shuddered.

"Yes." Tracy smirked. "The Old Fool says many things. Most are incorrect, out of date, or just plain stupid. The only reason he would not, could not join a Coven, was that no witch could bear him a scion. That and he just could not stand to see a group of women stronger than him!"

"Albus Dumbledor is a Great Man." Percy Huffed.

"Yes." Harry nodded. "A Great Man… with more blood on his hands then Tom Marvolo Riddle! It was through Ablus's plans that House Potter was Culled. It was through Albus's greater good that House Black was almost dissolved." Harry drew close to the redhead, "The Old Fool tried to Take me by Force, yesterday. He ended up in St Mungo's. Now, is my Good Friend, Percy going to help a Wizard and his Witches find what they are looking for…"

Percy looked about. Every eye in the bull-pen was watching him. Wiping a great big smile onto his face, "Lord Potter! Allow me to show you where you need to go!" he led the group out… past a floor-layout that he needed to look at for a minute. They ended up outside a small office, in the very back of the department, behind a broken grate.

"Percy. In this place, I am told that it is not what you know, but who you know. Consider yourself a Personal Friend of Lord Potter, Heir Black." Harry clasped hands one last time with the redhead wizard.

Inside the office was a hag-ish witch, reading 'witch weekly', sipping a glowing green liquid from a muggle canning jar. "What do you want?"

Daphne smiled serrenly at the ugly human witch. "We need to file for Coven Status."

"Why?" The witch peered over her half moon glasses. "Just do as everyone else does, perform your rituals on the DL, and bribe anyone looking too closely."

"Yeah… about that. We are going to need the Legal Protection and Rights being listed in a Coven will grant us. Including the Right to Remove the Coven from the British Isles." Daphne made a show of selecting her feather quill.

"Ah, Question." Harry spoke. "I understand Coven, basically. What is a Caravan?"

"A Caravan is a Coven that has no Homeland. They travel from Holy Site to Holy Site, one Ritual site to another. Most earn their way with trade and barter." The Witch sighed. "You are not filing for Caravan Status, are you?"

"NO." Potter was quick to reassure her, "But now that I know of it… I can threaten the Old Fool with it."

"Old Fool?" The Witch glared at the 'Boy'. "You're moving against Dumbledor?"

"Removing his thumb from our Lord." Tracy smirked. "Yesterday, he tried to attack us at Denning's. Ended up in St Mungo's. We are needing the Coven Laws to protect our union. The Old Fool will try to take control of our Lord once he gets out of his LockDown."

"Seventy-two hours." Daphne smirked. "How often they reset his clock depends on which healer he lands, and their tolerance of his attitude."

"Then we had better get started." the Witch set aside her mag, and drew out a few forms. Over the next hour, no less than three quills were in motion, Harry signed where they pointed, and forms were stamped, countersigned, and filed.

Harry petted Hermione and cuddled and kissed Tori. Often whispering in their ears about the nasty things he wanted to do to them. They purred, as they waited quietly. When all the parchment was signed, stamped and filed, everybody shook the Witch's hand, and signed her 'Witch Weekly'.

Next stop, Diagon Alley… for Ice Cream.

HPDT

Just as the three Schools were sitting down to Dinner, Five 'Lost Lambs' wandered in from the 'cold'.

"Mister Potter!" Agusta Longbottom called out from Albus's throne. "I do not mind that you're coming and going as you will, You are no longer a Student of this School. But the same can not be said for your witches."

"Madam Longbottom!" Harry hailed. "My Apologies. I do not know your proper title, but I do recognize that hat." Most of Griffyndor snickered at that. "Unless addressing me as a Student or Champion, I am Lord Potter. We were taking care of House Potter Business for most of the Day. We stayed in the Alley rather than come here for lunch, only to leave again. My witches are brilliant enough to make up for any missed work from today's classes." He slapped the cheek of the witch that was under his left hand. Tracy squealed.

"Just be seated." McGonagall signed. "Report to my office after dinner." She sipped her water in her goblet, before standing. "Madam Longbottom, or rather Acting Headmistress Longbottom, will play Host to Visitors, as Flitwick and Sprout assist me in running the School on the Dat to Day issues. Professor Snape will be busy with his Classes and Duties as School Potion Master. Professor Dumbledor has been placed under a Wellness Check at St Mungo's. A forced Seventy-two hours of Rest and personal Refreshment." She waited a whole ten count, "We hope he will be back by the First Task."

The Great Hall clapped politely, as the three 'Potter' witches rejoined the Table of Silver and Green. Hermione and Harry joined Neville at the table of Scarlet and Gold.

"So…" Neville bumped fists with Harry, "How Long is the Headmaster expected to be out?"

"I placed one Gold on after the New Year." Harry poured grape juice into his goblet. "Tracy has just after the First. Tori does not have any gold, and Hermione refuses to comment."

"That Leaves Daphne." Neville raised his eyebrows.

"Naw." Harry loaded his plate with roast beef, mashed 'Taters, and covered them with gravy. "She declared herself Purse, and as such, can not bet.

"Harry." Hermione scolded.

"Keep that up, and you can say goodbye to the Bookstore Shopping spree, in Hogsmead." Harry growled.

Hermione eeped, and focused on her steamed carrots.

"Where did you go?" Neville asked. He pointed his fork in Ron's direction. "Our Redheaded Roommate was very displeased that you vanished before he could plunder your truck…'as is 'My Right' as his 'Best Mate', even if He Cheated and failed to tell me how…'." Neville stabbed a boiled potato on his plate. "Last night it was about how those slimy snakes were potioning you, and leading you down a dark path."

"There were potions involved." Harry stirred his gravy into his mashed potatoes. "Purging Potions. Remember the first weekend this year? They told me that I was being poisoned, drugged. Swore on their magic, it was the truth or House Potter would own them as sex slaves. Their words, not mine." a bite of beef swirled through the gravy-potatoes… "I returned to our bathroom, took the Potion, and prayed they were wrong." He locked eyes with Hermione. "I spent the night crying for my mommy."

"What would that do to me?" the witch asked.

"If it is potion, or potion related… you are in for a bad night. If you are enchanted, ensorceled, or ritually bound, you are fucked." Here Harry leered at the witch.

"Who do I see about potions?" Hermione whispered.

"Daphne has one if you really want it. But Last Night chained you for five years."

"Yes… My Lord and Master." Hermione blushed.

"Do I want to Know?" Neville asked, looking between the two.

"House Potter Business." Harry sighed, before looking over the husky wizard's shoulder at the honey-blond staring at them. "Since my Mistress has collared me, I have noticed a few witches watching Studs of their own. Mistress has spoken to a witch in the 'burrow'. And learned that a witch that could be mine is on the Fence. She is torn between joining my Coven, or joining her Sister's."

Neville bent his fork in his hands. "Yes. Them." He refused to look over his shoulder. "Not where Gran can see or overhear. I make any, and I mean Any, sign of interest, and their Head of House will be notified that House Longbottom is wanting Talks." He stabbed a half-raw carrot. "I can not even say 'Hello'!"

HPDT

Down Knockturn Alley, there is a small dirty pub tavern known as the 'Viper's Sheath'. It was not a place Lucius Malfoy would ever go…

So this night, a Glamered man, with a muddy brown 'Man-Bun' and black cloak that looked a lot like a Death Eater's Cloak entered the Pub's tap-room. A whispered voice, noticeably altered, approached the bar-man, and placed a small sack of coins in the way of the barkeep's rag. "I have a thread that has become bothersome. I am in need of a keen blade or two to snip it in twain."

"And how do we know you are not a Badge looking to shave the lot?" the bar-keep asked.

A left arm was exposed… a not so faded outline of a skull with a thrashing snake for a tongue was flashed to half the room. "Besides the Fact I would be cutting my own throat?"

"Second floor, second to the last curtain."

'Man-bun' climbed the rickety and steep stairs, before striding to the second to last curtain. "Hello?"

"Enter." a small man of welsh descent sat on the cot. "I heard. Write the name here, due date below, and special requests."

With a stubby grease pencil of muggle paper, 'Man-bun' block printed

HJPotter

The New Year

'Yule Ball' if you can.

Everything goes to the Last Son of Black.

The short man snorted. "Tall order. Standard Contract, three attempts. GG50,000 with a one percent down, good faith. You want the Yule Ball… I will send all three after him that Night. As for the Will… that is a Different Guild. Now, Do you want ; accident, suicide, or Ritual?"

'Man-Bun' hummed, "Yes." He counted out five hundred gold coins. "I find it is best to let the Artist decide on the how, I just want the painting to be remembered by those who see it."

"Of Course. The Guild thanks you for the commission. The curtain to the left will take you out the back way. It is best to not be seen leaving the Viper's Sheath."

'Man-bun' vanished.

A count of three later, a not so young female entered the room. She lowered the scarf wrapped about her red locks, her green eyes flashing. "I can taste the blood in the air already."

"You are not going to want this one."

"It is my turn to Hunt!"

"Yes, my beauty." the scrap of paper was turned towards her. "But you will never touch him."