Hogwarts Castle

Potter Quarters

Wed night (02/11/94)21:00

That Night, Tracy pulled Hermione's hair into a ponytail, as Daphne gave her the Purging potion. Everyone kissed the 'kitty witch' good night, and left her in the Bathroom. Hermione was wearing a cotton shift, and acting on advice, released her hold on her kitty form.

Once the Door was closed, and charmed for silence, the other four climbed into bed, shared kisses around, and settled in for the night. Harry ended up on his back, with Tracy on his left shoulder, Daphne on his right shoulder, and Tori on his chest. All covered with a quilt.

Just laying still, allowed them to succumb to the night.

The Call of Nature, caused them to awaken around five in the morning. The Witches went to see to Hermione, while

Harry used the ensuite in the office.

Twenty minutes later, Harry knocked on the bathroom door. They let him in, so they could shower together, as was becoming their morning routine. With minor petting and kissing, mixed into the washing of the flesh, all five exited the bath in a perky, yet denied manner.

Little Tori was mewling about not being used and abused by 'Mommy and Daddy'. Tracy finally in a huff led the second year into the 'classroom'. Ten minutes later, Tori returned, walking a bit funny, and rubbing her bum.

Daphne raised an imperial eyebrow as she looked at her best friend.

"A size two anal plug and twenty lashes." Tracy said with a shrug.

Harry kissed each witch as they exited the room, on their way to the Great Hall for breakfast.

No sooner than the Door clicked shut, did the room begin to clean itself, as the Potter Elf made itself known to the world. Dobby was Happy to care for the Great Wizard Harry Potter and his Witches… but Witches need a female Elf. He would talk to 'Master' about Winky tonight…

HPDT

Great Hall, Hogwarts

Thursday (03/11/94)

Ron was waiting outside the Great Hall as the Potter Coven turned the last corner. The two Doors were open and the three Schools had gathered rather early this Morning.

"Where do you get off abandoning me!" Ron went red in the face and ears. "First you cheat your way into the Tournament, then you go and disappear from the Dorms! Are these Slimey Slytherin Sluts drawing you down a dark path? Are they potioning you?"

Tracy inhaled to respond, when Harry decked Ron. A Right cross, straight to the lad's bulbous nose. Without meaning to, Potter had channelled his magic through his fist, knocking the larger lad flying.

"Potter!" Snape flared from the shadows, "You have Attacked a Student of Hogwarts. I will see you put out for this." the Potion Master hissed.

"Then Keep your Students in Line, Potion Master." Harry hissed back, his voice carrying over the silence of the Hall. "As Warlock of the Potter Coven, it is my Duty to Protect my Coven, to engage those who think they may bad mouth my Witches without cause. I know of the Issues between You and my Father. From some of the things that Lupin and Black have said in the short time I have had to share with them, my Dad must have been a bit of a berk. But you keep harping on to me that I am just like him. That is where you are wrong. He was raised in a loving Home. I was not. Not for the last thirteen years."

"So your Nanny does not love you…" Snape sneered. "That gives you the right to put on airs?"

"Nanny?" Harry snorted, "Petunia is no Nanny. She worked me like a House Elf since I was big enough to do the Work. Vernon blamed me for everything that went wrong in his life, and Dudley thought of me as his personal punching bag." From the second he mentioned his Aunt, Snape paled, only to lose more colour as the lad spoke.

"You ended up with Petunia?" Snape whispered. "I saw the Will. You were to go to Black, Longbottom, or Tonks!" He crossed his arms, "In the weeks before their Death, I was finally able to mend my relationship with your Mother. She had me in an Unbreakable Oath to never talk about the Will until after you came to Hogwarts." He sneered, "Just keep your Hands off my students." He strode from the Hall.

"You know, That is the nicest thing he has ever said about Weasley." Tracy poked the downed redhead with the toe of her Boot.

"What was that?" Granger asked as she waved her wand over the boy. It seemed that Harry had crossed a 'knockback' jinx with a 'stunning' hex. The redhead would sleep it off eight to ten hours. But the nose was broken.

"His Student." Tracy shook her head. "Are you going to help him?"

"No. All I can do would be to fix his nose, and while I know the charm, Poppy is the Medi-witch." Granger stood, a little shaky in her new boots, and headed for the Table where Neville was sitting. "I will not risk causing further Harm to a Housemate that has unsettled my calm. I fear I would do more harm than good and with my feelings for this wizard…"

Harry kissed Daphne and Tracy on the cheek, as they drifted over to the table of the House of the Ambition. Tori slid her right arm into Harry's left, and led him to join the House of the Brave.

Sitting across from Hermione and Neville, Harry ignored the looks aimed at the little witch at his side, as he loaded the plates before him and the witchling.

"You know that they all are of the mind that you are shagging every witch that entered the Hall with you." Neville broke the silence.

"And should they say anything, Warlock Potter will crush them. If they just whisper back and forth… Fuck 'em. They say or treat my Witches wrong… They are going to wish they got the Weasel's treatment." Harry sighed, "Where Wizard Harry Potter is a nice guy, Warlock Potter has already dropped one wizard that threatened the Coven." He frowned, before reaching out towards Neville… just as Neville's wand jumped to his hand. "This wand is worn from over two decades of use and love. You are not it's First wizard, correct?"

"My Father's." Neville blushed, as he looked away. "Me Gran."

"After Breakfast, tell McGonagall that you have House Business. Then we will correct this oversight." He handed the wand back.

"Is It really that big of a Deal?" the larger boy frowned at his Father's legacy.

"After Brunch, on Tuesday, I spent two Hours with Olivander, just getting my Wand redone. As it was my replacement, he decided to craft it from scratch rather than try to fit me with one of his pre-made ones." He stroked a wand butt sticking out of his left cuff.

[Flashback]

"The Lad and his Wives. Come on back!"

The trio followed the wand crafter into the back room.

The first of three…

A room covered in cuts of wood from around the world.

"First, We need to find what class of Focus you use. We already know that a standard wand will not work as your perfect fit focus. Now, I do not work with Metals and Stones, so let's just rule them out. Place your hand on this orb…" a crystal ball was placed before the dark haired lad. As his palm hit the clear stone, it turned black from smoke within. "And now this rod…" a silver rod with a clear orb at the end, that too turned black.

"Good, good. Your Core prefers the Natural Focus of Wood." Ollivander bounced on his toes, like an Elf the three of them knew. "Okay Ladies, I need him blindfolded. The hood beside the door will do." Tracy grabbed the black silk sack, and draped it over his head. With the hood in place, He motioned for the girls to move the boy to the centre of the room. "Now reach out your hand and Magic…" a four foot wood shaft sprung from the wall to slap into his waiting hand. "Blackthorn. Lead him to the next room please."

A Room with clay pots, glass jars, and wooden boxes on shelves from knee to ceiling. "Now Just your magic. You remember the feeling of when you first held your first wand… you are looking for that same feeling…"

Around the room, pots, jars, and boxes flashed and fell quiet. After ten minutes of lights flickering around the room, six items were still glowing.

"This is what my Holly and Fawks wand felt like." One jar went dark, "It burns like cold-fyre…"

"Thunderbird Pinion." Garick murmurmered. "Hydra Heart string. Cave Slug eyestalk. White River Snake Spine. Ashwinder Skin." the bushy head shook, "Those would never work… the Skin and Spine are opposing elements."

"So…" Tracy frowned, "Remove them from the equation."

Ollivander waved a hand, and first the clay pot above and to the right went dark, followed by a wooden box on the left.

Harry sighed, "that removed the Cold from the Fire… and that turned the Burn to …" The Young Lord ignited into a bloom of emerald green flames that did not burn. A green that Matched his eyes. "Oh yeah! That's better than Last Night!"

"Miss Greengrass. Please return the Hood to the other room. "Mrs Potter, Hand him the glowing Jar beside you, before taking the black box above his head. Then the three of you join me in the next room." He grabbed a white wooden box from beside the door leading into the third room.

The Workshop.

The Shaft was placed into a lathe, and first was straightened, then turned into a smooth 'cane' staff. Ollivander spoke an incantation that caused the wound to peel apart revealing a channel between the two points of the lathe. He pulled a box of latex gloves from under the workbench from which he pulled two blue gloves. "Muggles. When they discover something wondrous, they share it with the world. Before these little beauties, I always risked contaminating my work with my magic. Now I can handle the items directly, with mixing my magic with the magic of the item." From the white pine box, the old wand-maker drew a vibrant Blue Feather, and he laid it in the channel, quill-point towards the 'foot' of the 'cane'. From the green glass jar he drew out a wet, veiny, twisted string that he draped along the feather's inside spine. Here, the wild-haired geezer tore the gloves off, careful not to get any gooey slime from the jar on him, and dropped them into a rubbish bin under the workbench. A new pair of Gloves, and the black box revealed black braided threads that glinted purple and green in the light. A length of 'braid' was plucked from the box, and laid along the feather.

Once all three containers were resealed and returned to their room, the old 'wizard' spoke another incantation, first causing the string and braided thread to twist and 'braid' themselves about the feather, before the 'channel' of the 'cane' closed from the 'foot' to the 'head'. The shaft began to spin. Taking the Lad's hand, Ollivander placed it just below the 'head'.

"Now Let your Magic pour into the focus. Do not force it. This will shape and style the item into it's final form."

Harry closed his eyes, and let his 'mojo' flow.

Five minutes later the 'stick' stopped spinning. A cane like that of Lord Malfoy's sat between the points of the lathe, only this was one unit of wood, not a gaudy wand and sheath the pompous ponce was known to carry. Waving the boy aside, Ollivander drew out a cloth, a pot of oil, and set the shaft to turn once more. He oiled and sealed the wood, before using a tin of 'wand polish' to varnish the stick.

He removed his gloves, and took up the stick. As he spun the stick between his fingers, the cane became a wand became a cane. He offered the crafted item to the lad.

Harry took the cane, holding it below the head like a sword. [Lumos] A glow bloomed from the far tip or foot for a few seconds. [Nox] On a whim, he inverted the stick, so the orb/knob of the 'Head' of the cane was 'above' his hand, [Lumos] The 'Knob' glowed. Harry nodded, and out of bravado, walked the stick over his knuckles… as the 40 inch 'cane' shrank to a 'wand' of 13.3 inches. With a raised Eyebrow, he spun his wand in the reverse direction, only for it to return to the 'cane', then on to a full eight foot staff.

"Damn!" Tracy whispered.

"Great Things!" Ollivander danced in place. "I told you 'Great Things' my boy."

HPDT

The trio ended up on the street.

The 'Adults' were sitting at the Ice Cream shop, enjoying a liquor-fudge ripple item.

The Trio stopped just across the patio rail. "New wand finished." Harry ran his hand along Daphne's leg, showing the new wand strapped to her thigh… next to her wand. "You said something about a shop in Knockturn Alley?"

Lady Greengrass stood and stepped around to her daughter's side, examining the cut and style of the younger's witch's robes. "Tell me about this… style."

"Well Mother. I can reach my wand." Daphne drifted her finger over her wand, "And My Lord Husband, gets to paw me… in public… and still have his wand at his fingertips."

"And when We trade places." Tracy smirked, "When our Coven's High Priestess needs to be seen in the position of Authority… I can be the one being groped … and still have my Lord's wand in place should we be attacked."

"Lord Potter." Cyrus Greengrass smiled. "You took the Davis Witch as Wife and the Greengrass Witch as High Priestess?"

"No, My Lord." Harry strummed the thighs under his fingers. "Greengrass needed the Consort position, and led the Rituals. Tracy bossed me about, and personally saw to my needs in my training. When we spoke the words… that was where they spoke from." Harry frowned, "Why?"

"Because Ms Davis is our High Priestess." He finished his treat, and stood. "I just find it odd that you reversed it."

"Are you Licensed?" Harry asked.

"No." Ms Davis, wiped her pouting lips. "It is to our advantage to 'shadow practice'."

"Yeah." Daphne smiled as she pulled her Lord closer. "We thought about that, but we decided that we wanted the Protection the Laws afford us. With Lord Potter listed as an active Warlock… he is not only allowed to strike down those who think they can touch us, but encouraged to seek out and hunt down threats to the Coven."

"And who…" Lady greengrass began.

"We will start with Tom Riddle." Harry sighed. "Also known as the Dark Lord Vol.." He let the rest of the name slide as he saw their reactions. "And finish with Dumbledor. There are a few inbetween, Malfoy, Nott, the Trolls…" Harry sneered, "Snape."

"Next Stop… Benkin's." Cyrus pulled his wife across his chest, to mimic Harry and Daphne. He offered his arm to Ms. Davis,but she snorted and led the way into the shaded alley.

[Flashback End]

Harry Grinned at Tori. "That reminds me. The rest of our order from Benkin's should be Done. We were only able to get your Boots yesterday."

"But you only got me Boots." Tori mewled as she sipped her morning tea.

"Yes." Harry kissed her crown, "That is because you are not playing with us yet." in a lower voice, only heard by Tori, "Toys do not play…they are played with."

HPDT

After a ten minute stroll, the group came to a shop that had a faded carved sign; 'Benkin's Bedknobs, Batons, and Broomsticks'. Only the inside of the shop was more tanner than work-working… and definitely not for polite society.

A thin, whipcorded man stood behind the counter, doing his books, when the group entered. He looked up, and raised an eyebrow at the group. "I would say you have the wrong shop…"

"I now get the Bedknobs, Batons, and Broomsticks." Harry had stepped away from the witches, the wand, now a cane, in his hands as he poked at the merch on display. "Leather Binders… reinforced spreaders…angled suspenders." Harry turned to the witches that were on his arm not five minutes ago. "And those are just the items I can recognize."

"This is also where we got our boots and corsets." Tracy was looking through the items on display on another shelf.

"And you bring Him into my Shop?" the 'wizard' behind the counter sneered.

"And where should I take my Warlock?" Daphne leaned on the counter.

HPDT

As second wands were not exactly legal, but were also not exactly illegal… Harry was 'weighted' for two Battle Class Wands of Iron Wood with (black) Phoenix feather, Hydra heart-string, and cave toad tongue(string), both weighing in over 3 pounds, at 15 inches. They were 'shaped' like duelling pistols of old. And cost GG300. Each.

The Wizard/Warlock nodded, stamped the slip of paper, and ordered a one each for his Wife and High Priestess. Theirs would take a few days to 'cure' as their wands were more scalpel to his Bardach. They cost GG125 each.

He even tried out his new wands in the underground 'firing range'. With his new 'toys' he discovered that he could wield a wand in each hand. Using his cane or Elder wand, he could shield, while he used the war wands as semi-auto 'desert eagles'. The war wands had shity control, but great power and potency.

Tracy ordered a 'Collar and Belt' binder. She included a 'Verbal Release', and 'Magic Nullification'. That would take a week.

The Greengrass Coven watched with a smirk the 'children' with a smirk. Lady Greengrass leaned on her Priestess, "Just think, my babies are going to be bred by that boy. The Greengrass Line is going to be powerful."

"You had better have the girls bottle a sample or two of his seed before the First Task." High Priestess Davis murmured back. "So we can plant and grow an heir for House Potter, should he suffer the Final Defeat."

"I will remind the girls."

HPDT

Next was a Late lunch, again at Dunning's, followed by shopping for a proper wardrobe. Four witches, plus two shop-witches surrounded Harry as he stood on the dais, with his arms out. The six of them argued colour, cut, and style, while Lord Greengrass snickered at the poor lad, and hid in his paper. Potter was okay with most of their choices, but he preferred double breasted over single, ascot and windsor tie over bow and string tie, and shoes or knee high boots, but not ankle or mid-calf.

Now knowing about the Castle's Ball on Christmas, Harry was Fitted for a Formal set of Robes in Potter Colours. Tracy was fitted as 'Lady Potter', and Daphne was fitted in glowing white… with Potter colours marking her as taken.

[time jump-the next day]

After dealing with the Ministry, the now quintet returned to Benkin's. This time, a Sales-witch took Hermione and Tracy to the backroom to be fitted, as Daphne and Harry watched Benkin fit little Tori for her new boots. Shortly Hermione joined them, and got her boots fitted as well. Hermione was weighed for a second wand, and had to be ordered to obey and take up the second wand.

All in all, the trip was GG600 well spent.

As Tori was not going to the Ball, but spending that week with her parents, was allowed to choose her bribe to behave. She chose a snake from the 'Menagerie'. She chose the golden tan snake for her ruby red markings. But the Blood Cobra, a magical snake from India, is treasured for it's venom. November in England was cold enough that the snake was in a torpur.

$Cold.$

Using his holly wand Harry charmed the rock in the cage to raise the temp slowly."

$Ahh, Thank the Egg.$ the ruby sprinkled nose rose as the tongue tasted the air… $Egg Thief!$

$Rest Sister.$ Harry hissed, moving Tori out of strike range.

$A Speaker!$

$I hold that honour.$

$My Eggs!$

$Not here. And if they are as valued as you are, they are safe.$

$Too Cold!$ the snake reared up, her hood blooming. $They would never have survived!$

"What in Merlin's Name is going on here?" the shop hag shuffled closer… "A Ruby Cobra? How did that get here?"

"She claims she was separated from her eggs, and that it is too cold here for her." Harry kept his eyes on the red marked snake.

"Of Course it is. These beauties are Rare in India… Illegal to own. You need a licence to handle one. I will be sending her back…" the hag slid a lid over the cage. "Thank you speaker. Your little show just earned me a pretty penny. What can I do for you?"

"But I wanted that one." Tori whined.

"Yes, I know. But she needs to be somewhere warmer…" Harry turned to the Hag, "She had her heart set on a rare snake, but what can survive a harsh cold winter in Scotland?"

"I have a Coatial, in back. If it is of a mind… I can let you have it…" the Hag shuffled off. Only to return with an owl cage with something in emerald green wings on the perch. "Let's see what he says." she poked it with her wand.

$Damn you Hag! Leave me Alone. Too Cold, too cramped, and nothing but your vile rats to eat! I need higher protein! Is a spider too much to ask for!$

"Depends. The only spiders I know of this time of the year are bigger than my fist.$ Harry hissed at the feathered thing in the cage.

A green with silver streaks, like racing stripes, head rose above the wings $How Big?"

Harry raised his fist to the cage.

$and the number of these yummies you speak of?$ The head rose further…

$The prime Alpha male has been breeding for over forty years. You do the maths.$ Harry opened the door, offering his arm as he would to Hedwig. $Can I take it that we have your interest?$

$ and the cold?$ the green snake with wings of equal mass uncoiled from the perch, to coil along the wizard's arm.

$Either you wear a charmed collar, spend all your time before a fire, or you take this witch as your familiar.$ the snake was all but shoved in Astoria's face.

The Coatial 'tasted' the air of the Witchling. $Young… yours.$ The head swung about to look at him. $Why am I taking her when I can take you?$

$Another already owns me. She wanted a partner, and you want to hunt spiders the size of my fist. She needs protection for when I am not at her side.$

The green head returned to the witchling. $I will take her… after my molt.$ the Coatial returned to the cage. $three days time$

"We will take it." Harry closed the door. "It is about to moult, and so is going to be very grumpy for the next three days."

They made it home to Hogwarts, just in time for dinner.

[End Flashbacks]

Neville leered at Harry. "So there is something going on there."

"That is for the Coven and the Coven alone to know." Harry warned in his Warlock voice.

"What does it take to become a Coven?" Nevill asked.

"A Warlock, a High Priestess, and a third." Harry scraped the last bite of egg onto a piece of toast, and finished it, washing it down with the last of his cuppa. "Your total should be Prime, but if you work the numbers right…" Harry shrugged. "I took Divanation instead of Runes or Arthmancy. I just stand where they tell me, and do the Heavy Lifting." His eyes flicked over Neville's shoulder again. "I think your nights of being a free wizard are numbered. Tonight, you are having dinner with me. I will have my Priestess met with yours, and see if they are hunting or playing."

"Why are you doing this?" Heir Longbottom frowned, fighting the urge to peer over his shoulder.

"Simple answer? I am going to need your help in a few weeks." Harry wiped his mouth with a table napkin. "For when the Curse of the Cursed Blessing engages."

tbc