It was once again Friday night and the Potter Coven gathered in the bedchamber after a week of abstinence… at least for two members. 'Play' was planned, but right now they just lay naked on the bed, cuddling. Tracy and Daphne were creasing one another, reinforcing their bonds as their hands cupped each others bums and breasts

[flashback]

Today was the wand weighting… as things were just getting started in Potions, young Dennis Creeve knocked on the door of the Potions lab, before entering. "Excuse me, Sir. The Headmaster wanted to see Mister Potter."

"Do you see Mister Potter in the room?" Snape seethed.

"No Sir…" Dennis swallowed. "But this is where Professor Dumbledor sent me."

"I will take care of it." Tracy began to pack up. "Daphne, Hermione. Join me. This will involve the whole Coven." When she finished putting her things in her bag, she bowed her head to Snape. "Sorry sir. The Headmaster should have made an announcement at Breakfast that we would be needed. We would have avoided disrupting your class." She then led the way from the room, a gap between her and her coven-mates.

Once the Door boomed shut behind them, Harry wiped the cloak off, and stashed it in an inner pocket of his robes.

"It seems that the Old Man can either see me under my Cloak, or at least sense me." He extended his arm to Tracy. "Milady Wife." He kissed her check. "Daphne is High Priestess… Hermione, can you play Legal Advocate?"

Both Witches nodded, as they grinned. Daphne smiled at Dennis. "Where are we to meet the Headmaster? We noticed you did not mention his office."

"He said Harry and only Harry…" Dennis was a little wall-eyed.

"Dennis. If you ever get a Witch… do not argue. Happy Wife, Happy life." Harry adjusted his grip on Tracy.

"OI!" Tracy tried to hit him.

Dennis led them to an unused class room that held Krum, Delacure, and Diggory. A Blond Witch in green, dress/gown/robes, horn-rimmed glasses… inked quill, moved on them.

"Mister Potter, a few words…" She reached for his arm.

"No, Miss Skeeter." Tracy blocked the witch. "You will not touch our Husband, unless you are 'Taken'." Tracy waved Harry toward the other champions. "My Wife and I have read your stories in general, and the collected works even mentioning our Husband and Warlock. The only alone time you will have with him, is as his body-slave. Not even Granger has alone time with him anymore."

HPDT

Harry wandered to stand by Cedric. "Diggory."

"Potter." The pretty-boy nodded at the younger wizard. A three count, "Any tips on Witches in broom closets?"

"First… skip the broom closet. Find an unused classroom with a lockable door. Put in the work, cleaning the room. Master the Bluebell-fire charm. A cold room will only get you a cold witch. A heated room gets you a heated witch." Harry swept his eyes over his girls, before looking at the french blond. "If she is there for the same reason you are, getting her out of her robes is that much easier. If she was not there for some slap and tickle… you are getting slapped."

Fleur snorted sexily.

Krim grunted.

"So if I wanted to get Cho…"

"You're chasing Cho?" Harry raised his eyebrows. "Good eye." He returned to watching his trio, "If I had not been herded into my Classroom back in September… I would be eyeing Chang myself."

"So, et vas not your choice?" Krum spoke softly.

"No." Harry smiled at the war-mage. "My Blond there, had found herself bent over a desk. By the end of this year, she was Fucked." He bobbed his head to the witch across from him. "Apologies. Her words. Her only option was to find a dick that did not make her skin crawl. I lucked out that I was her preferred male… and she did the math to find the best wizard to afford her and her tight ass."

"You bought them?" Fleur's accent was strained.

"Bride price." Harry snorted. "Purebloods and their contracts and marriage laws." Harry smiled again, "It would have been moot, as my enjoying them would have just broken the contract, and take a few years to clear up, but Albus allowed me to be chosen… and the phrase 'Only of Age'..."

Krum snorted.

Cedric started laughing. "Only you Potter!"

Fleur just watched the 'boy'.

HPDT

"Soo" The reporter drew out the word. "How is it… 'serving' under Lord Potter?" her green quill slashing acid green ink on her scroll.

Tracy lazyly drew her wand from the band on her thigh… where it was held next to a Holly wand, and ignited the offending quill and scroll. "Rita, Rita, Rita." She shook her pageboy haircut mane. "First, that is Privileged Coven information. First Rule of Coven Service, One does not talk about Coven Service. Asking about Coven Service is a good way to catch the irate attention of our Warlock… who likes to bitch-slap Lordlings who step out of order. Just think what He could do to the Prophet should he get pissed?"

"Or worse." Hermione slinked up to Tracy, "What He could do if his Witches were unhappy enough?"

"You keep this not only professional, but Clean and above board, and We will drop you a few really juicy leads." Daphne brushed her skirt, showing two wands strapped to her thigh as well.

"Say, Rita." Hermione peered over at Harry, "What is your opinion of Sirius Black?"

"You-know-who's number one?" the green glasses were adjusted.

"What if we told you that not only was he never given a trail…" Hermione dropped her voice, "He is innocent of all charges… including the Murder of Pettigrew."

"But the finger…" the witch began.

"He cut it off himself, before turning into a rat and running into the tunnels that he had just blown open." The witchling allowed her eyes to shift.

"An unregistered Animagus?" Rita hissed. "But How?"

"Harry had the 'Rat' in chains at the end of last year… but he escaped when we were attacked by the werewolf. We told Fudge, but he claimed we were memory charmed." She leaned in closer, "Either he is covering up for the Ministry's goof, or…" She looked about, as if to see who was listening, "And this the scarier idea… Fudge is being paid to 'assassinate' the un-Ringed Lord of House Black."

"Who…" Rita stopped herself from falling further down that rabbit hole. "What Proof do you have?"

"What if we were to offer you an hour to interview Lord Potter under veritaserum?" Hermione offered.

"True Blue Quill only." Daphne hissed. "And only approved questions. Clarifying questions allowed if we ask him, where he can not hear you."

"When?" Hissed the tabloid tattler.

"The Night before the first task." Tracy declared. "That gives her both time to prove that she is a good girl, and to dig up some dirty questions to ask."

"Done!" Rita was the professional, and offered her hand.

"Done." Daphne shook it.

"Done." Hermione shook it.

"Done." Tracy shook it, "Now, let's join the others." She looped her arm through Rita's. "Remember, true blue or better."

HPDT

When Albus and the Headmasters arrived, he was disappointed to see Potter had brought his Coven, but could not voice his complaints.

Rita was conversing with the Champions, but her green quill was not in sight…

Ollivander entered the room like the star of the show that he was… happy go spacy. Albus knew he could sense each and every wand in the room.

Just then, Daphne moved, and her right thigh was visible… showing the Elderwand strapped to her thigh. Albus brushed his fingers along his wand as he debated trying to steal the wand.

"Let's get this underway!" sneered Karkaroff.

Crouch and Bagman murmured in agreement.

Albus called everyone together and had the Champions line up before Garric who he introduced as Britain's Greatest Wandcrafter.

First up was Fleur. Garric, using only his finger tips, tested pliability, stroked the length, and listened to the 'hum' of the wand. "Oh dear. nine and a half inches. Inflexible. Rosewood with …" He stroked it again, with it next to his ear. "… Hair of Veela?"

"Me Granddam's." Fleur smiled in pride. "A gift for my eleventh birthday."

Ollivander hummed as he nodded and returned the wand. "Never use it myself, too temperamental, but in the hands of a cherished child…" he nodded.

Next was Cedric. Again only finger tips. "Twelve and a quarter inches… Ash and Unicorn tail hair. A Prime Buck that almost gored me when I collected it. Pleasantly springy. Nice Shine, just waxed?"

"Yes sir. Just this morning."

"Beware of Wax build-up." Garrick returned the wand to the lad.

Then was Krum. "Ten and a quarter, Hornbeam with a Dragon heartstring." He stroked it again. "Ironbelly I do believe. Heftier then I build them, and quite rigid. A Gregorovitch, if I am not mistaken. The Wand of a Warmage or a Workhorse… only time will tell." he returned the beastly wand to the red robed wizard.

And last, was Potter. Potter pulled out twin Black ironwood curved wands and set them before the Wandcrafter.

Ollivander frowned, "You are not using…"

"My Holly and Phoenix? No, remember I really did a number on it." He gave the wandmaster a hardeye.

Albus stepped up, "What do you mean?"

Harry smiled at the Headmaster, "Tracy… would you present the Headmaster my wand?" as His wife stepped forward and drew from her thigh, a polished Holly stick. She handed this stick to the old man. "Go ahead Professor… give it a wave."

The Headmaster gave the wand a flick… nothing happened. He frowned, before pointing it at the witch in front of him, and japped. Again nothing. Albus handed it back. "What Happened?"

"The Dementors and the release of my blocks fried it." Harry was saddened, as he watched his wife slide it home. "I was forced to replace it, and found that I can use two wands as well. I have a matched twin wand set here for Master Ollivander to appraise."

As Garrick turned back to examine the wands, Albus drew his wand and pointed at 'Miss Greengrass'. In doing so, he missed Potter dropping a length of blackthorn into his right hand and point it at his back

[Accio Elder Wand]

[Expelliarmus]

Albus was sent flying forward, where he missed catching the Elder Wand, and landed on his belly. Harry easily caught the flying wand. Allowing the Blackthorn to slide back up his sleeve, He crossed to Daphne, kissed her gently, as he slid the Elder wand back into her thigh strap. He patted her on the bum, and returned to Garrick.

"Just how many wands do you own?" Karkaroff yelled.

"As far as you are concerned…" Harry grinned at the man, "One More." He dropped the grin. "On the day of any task, I will only have those two, as they are a matched set. If Krum finds a good match to his wand and can twin cast… I am okay for Master Ollivander swinging by to okay the wands again." He spread his hands. "Infact, Sir, if it won't take up too much of your time, I would welcome Master Ollivander weighing our wands before each task."

"I am game." the wand crafter spoke. "These beastly beauties… Ironwood with Phoenix feather, Hydra heartstring and… cave toad tongue." He Hefted the wands. "Solid, inflexible." [Luminous] an orb a foot in diameter bloomed off the tip. [Nox] "Very good. A battle wand if I ever held one." He collapsed to one knee. "But no limiter…"

"You just are not used to handling the Draw of these beauties. They are a larger bore… if my core is like a water flow, the wand is a pipe. Your babies deal with the gentle flows… so a half in pipe works. I work with something more. " Potter picked up his wands. "Been practicing my aim with piercers during classroom hours. I can rapid fire from both wands going for over an hour before I feel the drain strain." Allowing one wand to be collected by his wand-cuff, the other he tucked into his robes. "I could use another cuff like this one, Master Ollivander. Bill my Account."

Karkaroff sneered, snapped his fingers, and left, with Krum following after.

"Did you already do the interview with the reporter?" The Headmistress of Beauxbaton peered down at her favorite Student.

"Photos and everything. The Potter Girls kept everything rolling smoothly. We did basic backgrounds, and Hashed out a time and place to sit and do a full background. Potter is going first… on the eve of the First Task." Fleur nodded to Daphne, and led the way out.

"Oh Boy, this promises to be a good one!" Bagman was all smiles, until Potter stepped in front of him.

"Director Bagman." Harry spoke with a slow drawl. "You have duly insulted Allies of Mine and My House. In Doing such, you have Insulted Me and Mine. You have until the morning of the First Task to correct this mistake."

"Are You threatening me, Boy-o?" The plump man drew himself up.

"Boy?" Harry grinned, before glaring at the man. "I am LORD Potter, Head of House Potter, Warlock of the Potter Coven, and Fourth Chosen Champion of this Tournament. I do not Threaten. I inform. If those I inform ignore my warnings… Either My Wife or My Priestess gets involved."

Bagman gulped. "And Just what Have I done and to Whom?"

"The Weasley Twins." Harry hooked his thumbs into his belt. "They claim you shortened them in 'paying up' on your bet. Now, it could have been a simple error. And Given the … Entertainment that night, a simple matter of forgetting to pay off all your debts from that night is understandable. But continually ducking their owls…" Harry smiled at the Wizard. "Of course with your duties and all, it will take time for you to get back to a couple of young wizards on personal business. I have informed you, so you can spend a few hours scraping together the loose change you need to pay them off."

"Loose Change." Bagman sweat dropped. "'Loose Change' he calls it. I owe them close to eighty galleons and the only thing keeping my head on my neck is the Goblins have yet to catch me!"

"Oh, Director Bagman." Tracy stepped close, resting a hand on the Director's arm. "Come, talk to me and my sister. Maybe we can work out a loan or trade." She smiled like a shark in a freshly chummed pool.

[Cue theme music from Jaws]

[flashback end]

HPDT

Harry had a naked Hermione pulled against his chest as his hand rubbed up and down her thigh and hip. Hermione was cuddling little Tori to her chest as the youngest witch chatted about her day.

"Hey Tracy." Harry looked over at his wife, "Did you have fun reaching an agreement with Bagman?"

"Yeap!" Tracy practically glowed. "I used Dobby to jump me to Gringotts so I could check on his House… and used it as collateral on a loan. No sooner than he signed, the Goblins took half of the gold to pay his debts to them, and the eighty gold for the Weasleys. Barchoke is mailing the twins a key to a private vault. Fifty Galleons is the minimum they will need to keep it open, but now they are account holders. I included a clause in their Vault, they both have to be there to move any money."

"Oh!" Harry smiled at her, "Someone has earned herself a good dicking."

"Yes please!" Tracy bounced out of bed.