"Why Me?" The Longbottom Heir sighed.

"Simple Answer, I am going to need your help in a couple of weeks." Warlock Potter wiped his mouth with a table napkin. "When the Curse of the Cursed Blessing triggers."

"Curse?" Dean finally broke, and blurted.

Harry glares at him, before sighing. "Have you ever noticed how a female acts once a month? About two-three days where even talking to her will get you yelled at? Then for three weeks all is normal again?"

"Yeah." Dean smirked. "That is the Week my Dad takes me to sleep in the shed. His Man-cave. He leaves a carton of Mom's brand of smokes on the counter next to a case of Malteasers, grabs me by the scruff and runs. He won't let me return to the House for a week. When my older Sister started showing signs, he started leaving two cases."

"I have three witches older than me, plus half pint here. When that week begins… all three won't be synced yet… that will take a few months, I will be pounding on the Hull of the War Galleon out on the Lake for a safe place to sleep." Harry smiled at Hermione who was not pleased at this minute.

"Potter!" Granger stood slowly, "I would like a word with you."

"Oh." Dean drew away from the witch. "It sounds like you don't have weeks." the black lad bolted from the Hall.

"Time to Go, Nev." Harry stood and headed for the High Table.

"What does that mean?" Little Tori asked the only witch she could trust at the table.

"That means that Potter is sleeping on the couch tonight." Granger stood, and waved to the witchling. "Go see your sister. I will meet them at the door." The Human-kitty turned to face a healthy strawberry blond, and a hefty honey blond. "Sue, Hannah, you two are having Dinner with Daphne tonight."

"What gives you the right to speak to Us like that?" the Honey-Honey asked.

"Our Lord has your Warlock. You will Speak with our Priestess, or we will fold him in." the bushy brown witch left.

The two tables were abuzz with Gossip.

HPDT

"Headmistress Longbottom. I have some issues to sort out. I should be back by Lunch. I will send a Patronous if I am held up." Harry spoke quietly to the Acting Headmistress.

"Mister Potter." the old witch set her cuppa. "You have referred to both myself and Minnie as Headmistress…"

"Because as I understand it, that is your Title. You are Acting Headmistress of Hogwarts, duties pertaining to public relations and the Tournament. Professor McGonagall is Deputy Headmistress, in addition to her other Titles. Outside of these Halls on a formal nonschool issue, I would refer to her as 'Transfiguration Mistress, you as Dowager Longbottom, and the like." Here Harry sneered. "Snape will not be called 'Professor' by me, but I will Honour him by the Title he has earned. Potion Master."

"Is Professor Snape not the Potion's Professor?" the crone asked.

"Not to my definition." Harry snorted. "And I quote; 'Instructions are on the Board.' is not teaching, nor is causing a herb-master to explode his cauldron on a weekly basis." He turned to Neville, and raised an eyebrow.

Neville swallowed. "Headmistress McGonagall. I have a House matter I need to clear up. I will be leaving with Lord Potter. He will contact you, should I be detained past Lunch."

"Neville?" Gus asked, frowning.

"Headmistress?" His Back stiffened.

"What is this about House Business?" the imposing women inquired.

"That would be House Business. As per School Charter, I have informed the Head of my Hogwarts House, and the Deputy Headmistress. As Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom, that is all I am required to do."

"And if I were to ask as Head of House Longbottom?" The crone glared at the Lad.

"I would be forced to denounce my Acting Head of House, and Publicly call into question their Right to Helm our Destiny." Neville Looked at McGonagall, "It is a good thing me Gran is Home reading the morning Prophet over a late cuppa. As I said, Lord Potter will send a Patronous if we are delayed."

The two lads turned almost as one and headed up the centre aisle.

Gus leaned over to Minnie, "Did my grandson just give me lip."

Minnie smirked. "How could he? His Gran is separate from the Acting Headmistress. Now He can be called to the carpet when he returns, for 'behaviour unbecoming'. But all that will do is spotlight Him for mouthing off to Admin. Better to growl at him in private."

"He never would have done that a month ago!"

"Or even last week." Minnie sipped her tea. "But Harry Potter was named Champion, Ron Bad-mouthed Harry, and Neville was offered the spot of Potter's Second. Practically overnight."

"So… this is new to Neville?" Gus frowned.

"Until last week, your grandson was a gryffindor in name only. The Only thing that was his was Herbology. Sprout has him tagged as her next apprentice in three years." Minnies set her cup down. "Most of the name calling of Neville is Squib. For some reason, his wand just does not like him."

"Why ever not?" Gus turned to look at her old school mate. "It worked beautifully for Frank."

Minnie frowned, "That is Frank's wand?" as Gus nodded, the professor hissed, "While Frank Lives, if you can even call it that, That wand will never submit to another! Frank has to have died, and Neville take it up to avenge him for it to accept the lad." McGonagall sighed, "So that is what this Family Business is. The Lads are getting Neville his own wand. It also explains why the lad ignored you as his Gran. He would have been bound to tell you off."

"Then I will have to see if this improves Nevilles grades."

HPDT

Out in the hallway, four witches ambushed two 'wizards' before they left the castle.

"Husband. What is this we are hearing about not eating with us tonight?" Tracy purred.

"Warlock Longbottom is being stocked by his first wife and high priestess." Harry kissed Tracy on the mouth, before turning to Daphne. "With the Dowager on the grounds, any sign from him that they are approved, would cause the Adults to become involved. Now, tonight, You three talk about their wishes, and how they want to bind their Warlock to their Coven." Harry kissed Daphne, before turning to Granger, who he seized by her ponytail, and roughly pulled her to him. "There is the option of adding the three of them into our Coven…" This was no kiss, but an attempt to suck Hermione's soul out her mouth. "But I do not know how I feel about putting a guy in the stocks… whether he bends that way or not." he released Granger's hair, and gripped his belt with both hands.

Astoria mewled.

"You're not going to…" Neville flicked his hand at the youngest witch in the room.

"No. That would not be proper. It is one thing to kiss three witches my age, but one that is two years younger… in public?" Harry snorted. "It seems that either she needs to be taught better, or I can address it tonight after dinner." Harry turned on his heel and strode from the Castle, Neville trotted along to catch up.

"He is so sleeping on the couch." Hermione snarled. "First he invoked the Curse of the Cursed Blessing, Then he alluded to us already beginning…"

HPDT

Two wizards exited the Floo at the Leaky Cauldron in a manner that drew attention from the Barkeep.

"Lord Potter! This Marks the third day this week you have dropped in." Tom hollered across the tap room. "Is there a problem at Hogwarts?"

"No Idea, Sir." Potter jeered back, "I am no Longer a Student at Hogwarts. Fourth Champion and all that."

"Say what?" The Barkeep moved closer.

"Cedric Diggory was drawn as the Champion of Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament." Harry sighed, "Then My Name was drawn as the fourth. Due to the rules, each School is allowed only one Champion. As I was fourth called, I was the odd duck out, and so this year, I am home-schooling at Hogwarts as a Guest. I have come to get my course books today while my wingman here has some Family Business to handle. Wish us Luck!" He led the larger lad out the back door. Five taps, and they were in the flow of traffic.

Both stopped at the Bank, Neville to pull funds, Harry to arrange Hermione and Astoria private vaults, of GG200 each, with a monthly GG50 deposit.

Next stop, Ollivanders.

The bell tinkled as the door closed.

"Hmm, Potter. Don't tell me that something is wrong…" the wild grey mop of Ollivander's head popped out of an aisle. "No… Elm with the braided tail hairs of a Unicorn…sold in August of '68 to… Frank Longbottom. And you are carrying it…Why?"

"Me Gran. She thinks that I might channel his greatness." Neville swallowed, before he drew and laid the wand on the counter.

"You loved this wand… but not as your wand but as for what it is… a link to your Father." a display box was set on the counter, and the wand set within. "When you can, take this back to him. It might help him." As the case was closed, a noise that Harry never noticed was silenced.

And so began the dance, Ollivander trading one wooden stick for another. After fifteen rounds of five wands each… Neville picked up one… and sucked his breath in over his teeth. "Gaia's sweet green tits!"

"Cherry Heartwood and unicorn tail. Thirteen three quarters inches. Firm." Ollivander smiled as he picked up the other wands. "Touched of the Green, a Knight in the forging."

"He will need a hit-wizard wrist mounted holster, and a deluxe wand care kit." Harry leaned on the counter.

"That's GG7 for the wand and the kit is GG5. The Hitwizard holster is another GG30, for a total of GG42." Ollivander wrote up a receipt and stamped it.

Neville paid.

HPDT

Once outside, Neville led Harry to an alcove that had a great brick harth. A pinch of green powder… "St Mungo's" and both lads vanished in a green bloom.

Only to stumble into a room half the size of the Great Hall.

Again Neville led the way to the grand desk where a youngish witch in pale healer robes was reading a Witch Weekly, while sucking on a blood-pop.

"Reason for visit." the witch droned out, not looking up from her mag.

Neville smiled, "Longbottom and guest, to visit the Janice Stockny Ward. We know the way."

"Proceed." She turned the page.

Neville headed to the Lift, pushing the up button, and stepped into the cage when the door opened. Harry was right on his heels. The cage shook on the way up to the fifth floor. Out of the cage, Neville led the way to a private room of two.

"Harry. Met Frank and Alice Longbottom. My parents."

Neville set the wand box next to his Father, before leaning in to kissing his mother on her cheek.

No one noticed Frank grab his wand from the display… only to light up.

The flash of Light drew every eye in the room, and tripped an alarm. As the floor's medi-witch came bustling in, her skirts in one hand and wand fisted in the other.

HPDT

Gus was having a late morning tea in her office, when a stag, a Hart, ghosted into the room. Immediately she recognized the shape, the form…

"James…Potter… but you're dead…" She whispered, almost dropping her cup. Then it spoke…

"Headmistress Longbottom, Good news. Heir Longbottom has found his match." Harry's voice, "Bad News, Dowager Longbottom, You are needed in Frank's Room at the Ward. There is a bit of a lockdown. Best you come quick."

Minerva just hurried into the small office. "Gus! I just Heard. Go! We got things here."

The Witch, Acting Headmistress, hit her Floo so fast, she forgot her Hat.

Minerva muttered under her breath, "that boy is as Bad as his Father."

HPDT

It was two hours after the Lunch break, when Harry strolled into the Great Hall… alone.

He sat at his usual place at the Gryph-table and pulled a text book on runes from an inside pocket. He had an Hour until Classes were done for the day. He had 'Class time' to make up.

When the 'End of Day' bell rang, he drew his wand, and summoned 'Prongs'. A message to each of his witches, and he resumed reading of the Futhark Runic System. Within five minutes, each Witch had found him, and the three older girls had kissed him. He just hugged Tori, as he pulled her onto the bench beside him. They sat around him quietly, as they too did school work.

At fifteen minutes to five, Harry stood to the side, and called for Dobby. The little guy popped in, ready and eager to serve. "What Dobby do for 'Great and Powerful Wizard Master Harry Potter'?"

"I need a place for me and Neville to enjoy a meal together while the Witches… six of them, meet in the next room."

"The 'Come and Go' room!" Dobby bounced on his toes. "It will give you private room on one side, and enough room on other for whatever is needed. Seventh floor. Across from tapestry of trolls dancing. Just walk along far wall three times thinking of what you need/want."

"Will you be serving dinner tonight?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yes!" Dobby popped away.

Harry turned back to his witches. "Good news ladies. I have arranged dinner for the six of you while I dine alone or with Neville if he gets back."

"Where is he?" Hermione asked.

"His Father awoke this morning. They were getting ready to test his Mother when I left." Harry shrugged.

"Yeah…" Daphne shook her head. "He will not be joining you. But we will meet with his witches. You can entertain Tori." the witchling squeals, "Also will need you to decide on your next two conquests. I am pushing for twins. Tracy is asking for something foreign."

"So… the Patil twins." Harry flicked a glance at Hermione. "And Pavarti means Brown." He shook his head, "I would sooner bring in the Weasley twins." He grinned, "So… it looks like the brat and I have something to do that the adults would approve of." Harry collected his things, and Tori's. "Seventh Floor, across from the Dancing Trolls tapestry."

He and Tori left the Great Hall.

No sooner was Potter out of sight, an angry voice made itself known. "What are you Sluts doing to my Best Mate?" Ron bullied Tracy, grabbing her left arm. "You can keep the Swot, you Slag, but release Potter!"

The Hall went silent.

Tracy looked at Daphne and Hermione, noted their enraged faces, but they were submitting to her… Lady Potter. Weasley here attacked, assaulted, Lady Potter. Now had he tried this with Granger or Greengrass, Warlock Potter would be needed, and that was Power Daphne could wield as High Priestess. But no, the fool had to bad mouth a Lady of the Realm… a married Lady.

Tracy backhanded Ron across the Face. "How Dare you lay your hands on my person in such a low manner. Release me this instant, you Peasant."

Ron drew his off hand back to hit her…

"Please, Weasley, please hit her." Draco's nasil tone cut through the Hall.

"Why are you poking your nose into this?" The red head looked at the albino ferret.

"Because as a Scion, I am duty bound to prevent you from hitting her again. By any means necessary." Draco strutted up, "In my opinion, she needs to be put in her place, but that is still above yours. You hit her, I get to hit you. Then the bitches will take you apart. Lord Potter will raise you from the dead just to shred you all over again." Draco made a show of drawing his wand, before he clasped his right wrist in his left palm behind his back. "So, please hit… what did you call her… oh yes. Please hit the Slag."

Ron released her, and backed off, before running to the Gryff table.

"Not bad Malfoy." Daphne purred, as she slinked closer. "We would almost owe you a thank you and a Debt of Honour." Draco grinned. "Almost." Daphne whipped a white glove across his face, causing the scion to spit teeth and blood. "In the morning, when you are released from the Medical Wing, you have the option of facing myself or our Lord in an Honour Duel. That is the Last Time ANYONE uses that term to refer to our Coven!" Daphne motioned for the troll ends to drag their Boss off to Poppy.

Tracy nodded, "And that is why We went Legal." She turned to the Hall, "Any Questions?"

"How many are in the Coven?" a sixth year Raven called out.

"Three Witches, and our Warlock." Daphne smirked. "My Sister is on the waiting list. Unless she finds a better offer by her Fifteenth birthday." She spread her hands. "By Law, our max number is Thirteen and One. House Potter can support this number, and there is little that the Ministry can do about it. As of the First of the Month, we are accepting applications. Blood-status is not and will not be an issue."

"What is this about You and House BlacK?" a Fifth year witch in green sneered.

"That was House Malfoy trying a Power Grab as They collected House Black and House Greengrass, Politics and Wealth." High Priestess Potter sneered back. "House Potter blocked House Malfoy… Our Lord has detested Malfoy since they first met back in '91."

"Anyone can join?" A third year Hufflepuff called out.

"Base Answer is, Any Witch may apply. You will be tested to see if your Magic will harmonise with ours. Because we are a Registered Coven, you need to be within six month of your fifteenth birthday to apply." Daphne slung her bookbag, motioned for Tracy and Hermione to join her, before turning towards the Hufflepuff table. "Abbot, Bones. You are with us. I do believe you two had questions about the Warlock Longbottom's Coven?" the three witches turned and strode from the Hall, sure in their Power.

Bones and Abbot scrambled to follow.

At the Head Table Sprout leaned over the short Charms Master towards the Transfiguration Mistress. "Should I worry?"

"No." the Scot sighed. "They will not be binding until Yule. And the Parents will be giving their Blessing."

"But with Covens Rising… we are going to need to invite a professor to teach those magics." the Halfling chirped.

HPDT

Albus was PISSED.

Albus was sitting in the throne-like chair that looked out a charmed window. The window was showing a peaceful image of birds and unicorns and…

But Albus was not looking out the window. He was looking within.

Since he awoke after his Mission to reclaim Potter, he had been potioned and awoken eight times. On the Sixth time, he learned that every time he had an episode, his 72 hour clock reset. Of course his clock was instantly reset on learning that.

So now he was focusing on healing the 'Me Within'. He ate what they gave him. He followed their exercise plans. He toileted, and washed himself. He took the time to personally brush, comb, and braid his beard. His long grey mane he left t0 the Elf that was watching him.

"Mister Dumbledor." The Medi-witch entered the suite. "Your Dinner. How are you feeling?"

"Confined." He responded in his Grandfatherly manner. "A Caged Bird in need of stretching my wings."

"I see." Healer Tonks set a Pile of Prophets on the nightstand. "If you do not have another episode, before you finish Breakfast, I have agreed to Release you. Minister Fudge has Floo'ed me no less than three times today alone. I got him to Order Bones to retry Black. If I am going to be overseeing my Cousin's Trail from the Civilian side, I won't be able to oversee your care." A flick of her wand, and the window shifted to a nightscape scene of three Unicorns sleeping, leaning on one another. "Let's see if you make it through breakfast. Here are the latest Prophets. Good Night Dumbledor." She exited

Dumbledor took a deep breath, and picked up the top paper… He had to maintain his hold on his temper.

Just until he got back to Hogwarts.

HPDT