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Chapter 101: Gathering of Light

"Still," Madam Longbottom said, "even if this does prove that Peter is still alive. You are still the one who is credited for betraying the Potters."

"And who said that?" Sirius asked as he leaned back in his seat.

"Dumbledore," the old lady simply answered.

"What if I said he speaks lies," Sirius stated, "after all he was the one who made the Fidelius Charm and should know better than anyone who the Secret Keeper was."

Loud gasps echoed in the chamber at the wizard's accusations. People begin to whisper to each other and chat with their partners nearby.

This was truly some sensational news.

Some people didn't really like it one bit as they saw this as an afront to Dumbledore's good name and tarnished his reputation as the Leader of Light and Protector of all whither it be muggle-born, magical beings, muggles, half-bloods, magical creatures, and other every downcast class.

That is when the shouting was added to the mix as Sirius was called everything that these old blood could come up with. Which wasn't really much since they never had anything to do with something dirty or seen as belittling of their status.

"Unless of course, he went senile," Sirius barked out, in a loud rasping noise that cut through the hubbub.

"Order, Order," Madam Longbottom shouted sticking down with her gavel making the all the chatter quite down. Turning to look at Sirius with a stern look as if she blamed him for all that, she said, "Now that is some very scandalous accusations. DO you have any proof to back it up or are you just making this up as you go."

"No I do," Sirius said, as he took out a very familiar golden plaque written on it was the Potter Will.

"Why do you have the Potter Will?" Madam Longbottom asked as she narrowed her eyes at the Black family wizard.

"O, this little thing," Sirius said as he gazed at it, "this is what will prove to you my innocence. All of you at the Wizengamot might have heard of some of the will during Dumbledore's hearing, but did you here this part?" Sirius asked as he begin to play it.

"I, Lord James Charlus Potter, Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter and I, Lily J Potter(née Evans), do of sound Mind and sound Body, declare this to be our Final Will and Testimony, voiding all previous filed Will and Testimony. This Will and Testimony is dated on 31 July, 1980."

"To Sirius Black, we leave you with 100,000 Galleons, thanking you for all the joy and laughter you have brought in our lives! Don't you dare spend all our money partying and chasing women," Harry's mother added in the end and he heard his father chuckling in the background. That got a laugh out of Sirius as he smiled sadly.

"To Remus Lupin, we leave you with 100,000 Galleons, thanking you for all the wisdom and cautiousness you have brought in our lives! Fuck this cruel system, you can life comfortably even if you are a werewolf," this time it was Harry's father who made the remark and felt more than heard an elbow hit him in the ribcage to silence him.

"To Peter Pettigrew, we leave you nothing if we are dead, let it be known that he must have betrayed us if we have been found. Peter Pettigrew was our secret keeper," Harry's mother tried to say until his father cut in, "I will be coming for you, you rat-tailed bastard even from beyond the grave!" However, he was quickly cut off as somebody seemed to have elbowed him and his mother continued, "Let the Auror force know that Peter Pettigrew is a Death Eater."

"To..." Harry's mother and father continued as they kept on listing more and more people that they wanted to bequest a fortune to. Each and every single one of them where good friends of his parents who've done them great favors and helped them along.

Sirius paused there, letting everyone process what they heard.

"So Peter really was the one who betrayed the Potters," Amos Diggory said with a shake of his head. "All this time we had the wrong man."

"You..." Lucius shouted as he had his finger pointed at Harry, "You are in cahoots with each other. How else could he get your parents will without you allowing it."

"I have no idea what you are talking about my lord," Harry denied, out right lying as a ghost of a smile spread across his face.

"You little conniving brat," the man continued as realization slowly spread across his face. "You had this all planned out from the very start. And you," he said as he pointed to Sirius, "you are him," he said, clearly speaking of Sirius's American disguise.

"You all had me suckered right from the very beginning," he said as his eyes went wild at just realizing the scope of everything that Harry and Sirius made him do.

"My lord," Harry said with an exasperated sigh, playing to the crowd to great enjoyment. "I only wanted to find out the truth like everyone else. Find the one who backstabbed my parents. Your baseless accusations of me is unbecoming of someone of your esteemed position."

"Hahaha," Cyrus laughed out loud, "You got played like a fiddle, Malfoy, by a kid your son's age. Man if I were you I would hide under a rock for the rest of my life. The shame must be unbearable."

"This can't be true, this can't be true," Fudge shook his head, still not believing this. Clearly, everything was crumbling right before his eyes.

"Oh, shut it, Fudge," Amelia said with a sneer of disgust. Then turning to the old lady, she asked, "What is your ruling, Madam."

Before Augusta Longbottom could answer, Corban Yaxley spoke up, "Why don't you call a vote on this?" he asked, trying to make one last effort to stop all this.

"What is there to make a vote on," the old woman spat, "this man is innocent, and had been wrongfully accused and locked up for years on end. And now you have the gull to come to me with that. Ha," she said as she shook her head.

Looking down at Sirius, she loudly declared, "Sirius Black, I have made my ruling... You are innocent and excused of all charges that have been wrongfully laid at your feet." At her judgment, it was like thunder clamps filled the air, and Harry shivered not in fear but in true joy!

At long last, their dreams have become a reality.

Continuing, the woman added, "For wrongfully being accused, the Ministry should accord you 1 MILLION GALLEONS immediately to be paid out to your accounts. For your imprisonment, all your estates and lands will be tax-free for the next Decade. And any damage you suffered could be billed to the Ministry," she added, basically giving him a blank check and a favor owed by the Ministry.

"Also," she said, "your evidence does not prove that Albus Dumbledore was the one who made the Fidelius Charm. So in the future, Lord Black if you wish to join us in the Wizengamot, please avoid baseless accusation. Thought," she said making a pause.

"If you ever fine evidence of what you said today, please bring it to the Wizengamot and we shall act accordingly."

"Since I am a free man now," Sirius said, "I would like this court to recognize my guardianship over one named Harry Potter!"

"Mr. Potter do you accept," the old woman asked as she turned to him.

Nodding his head, there was no point really since Harry was emancipated so that he could run his family's lands, but this was just a defense against Dumbledore so that he couldn't try any of his tricks.

"Approved, then," the old woman said sticking down with her gavel.

"Also," Sirius added, "I would like my Casus Belli against House Malfoy and House Mort to be recognized. They have invaded my lands with force and impunity, stealing what was rightfully mine. So I am left with no choice but to seek immediate satisfaction."

"You... you," Lucius tried to say his voice quivered, this was just too much for him. Today he had to deal with too much surprises and turnabouts.

"I admit defeat, right now, right here," Lady Mort said getting up from her chair.

"I will be willing to hand back all estates taken from the Black family, and it shall all be prepared to their proper states. And I am willing to recompense the Black family with one of my own holds and give them, one of my Knightly vassals. Plus the proper amount of gold will be sent and plenty of treasures, gems, and magical items..." she added.

Shaking his head, Harry had to give it to the witch, that was indeed a very smart move. If she didn't give in now, then by the month's end she could have expected to be invaded by not just Sirius, but Harry as well offering some help.

Sirius seem to realize that as he shook his head, "Dear cousin, we both know that is just pennies compared to the bigger prize... Which is your land that I wanted to conquer all for my own. Not just one estate and vassal."

Eyes narrowing, the smile on her face disappeared as she growled, "Don't push it, cousin. This is more than what you will get from me."

"Or else what..." Sirius asked her, staring pointedly at her. "Remember, you are the one who decided to invade your own family that gave birth to you. Not me."

"Fine," she said closing her fan up, "let's discuss our arrangements. On a later date."

"What about you Lord Malfoy," Madam Longbottom asked as she turned her question to him.

"Let's see each other on the battlefield," he spat out, "unlike some I am not a coward fearful of some blood."

"Then Lord Black I shall grant you, Casus Belli, against House Malfoy for two years and a half. All territory conquered within that time frame shall fall into whoever hands took it, and in two year and a half time all hostility shall be ceased and all arms shall be put down immediately."

"Thank you, Madam," Sirius said with a nod of his head.

"And as my first act as newly rectified of House Black. I disown Bellatrix Lestrange née Black, Narcissa Malfoy née Black, and Amaryllis Mort née Black. Let it be known they are removed from the family tree," he said as a ghost of a smile spread across his face. "And I expect their dowry to be returned with interest."

Amaryllis Mort said nothing but just stayed silent in her seat, a part of her must be expecting it after what she had done. Narcissa was silent as well, and Bellatrix was already dead so she couldn't put up any protest for what Sirius did.

"You dare," Malfoy shouted as he got up from his chair with eyes blazing over in anger. "You dare add insult to everything you have done."

"Yes, I do," Sirius grinned, not perturbed in the least bit. Then to add insult to the wound just like he said, Sirius added, "I do not recognize your marriage to my cousin, Narcissa, I believe it was something out of haste and misjudgment as you Sir are someone way beneath her status and rank. If she were to seek separation. I would gladly welcome her back into the family. Other than that, enjoy having your little bastard, he has nothing to do with my family and shall never inherit anything that has to do with House Balck."

"Also, for some joyous news," Sirius finally concluded. "Let it be known that I will be welcoming back Andromeda Tonks née Black and her daughter - Nymphadora Black!"

"We did it," Harry laughed out loud as he meet Sirius down on the ground floor of the chamber room.

Wizengamot session was over for today, and even though Harry wanted to continue with things such as Augustus Rookwood's testimony right then and there. There was so much that could be done in today.

If he made the request there would be outcries from each nad every lord.

So much has happened today, and no one could handle anymore.

That is why the testimony had to be delayed to another date.

"So how is it like to be finally free and have your name cleared?" Harry asked.

"I do not know," Sirius mused out loud.

"You don't?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well it has been so long that I really gave up at one point or the other. Now that it finally happened, I really don't know how I should feel; happy, angry, shocked, there really is so much to choice from."

"Well while you think about how you should feel, I am heading home," Harry chuckled with a shake of his head.

However just then a servant came up to him, "Lord Potter," he said as he held up an invitation from him.

"Yes," Harry said as he took the offered letter.

"You have been invited to the gathering of the Light Side," the little man said. Then with a bow, he was gone leaving Harry just standing there.

"Wonder what that was all about," Harry finally said.

"Well you could always open the letter to fine out," Sirius pointed out the obvious.

Just then he too got a welcome surprise as Amelia Bones came up to him. "Could we have a word," she said as she beckoned him over.

"Sure," the wizard said, then turning to look at him he gave Harry a wink, and mouth, "wish me luck!" as he held a thumb up.

Shaking his head, Harry was left all alone by himself. With nothing to do he tore into the invitation, getting the slip of paper out of the envelope.

Reading it to himself, it read;

'You are here by welcomed to the Light Side!'

'Please follow these instructions on the back to get to the location.'

'Meeting at 9:00 p.m tomorrow.'

'And once again, welcome to the Light; where we are the guardians of peace and order!'

Turning the slip of paper Harry saw some Latin words written on the back. With some sudden inspiration, he took his wand out and muttered the word under his breath.

Suddenly it was like that was the key to everything as the parchment started to glow lightly and words started to appear.

Now on the back of the invitation was an address to some were in downtown London.

Musing to himself, Harry thought, "Now this is getting interesting..."

"Tobry," Harry said with out looking up from his paper work. It was the next morning after the Wizengamot session, Harry had yet to see Sirius after they parted in the court chamber.

"Yes, my lord, you called," the house-elf said as he walked into his office.

"Would you look over this and tell me what it is about?" Harry asked as he finally broke off from what he was doing and handed over the invitation he got yesterday.

Taking it in hand, the house-elf read it over and Harry could see the light go off in his head.

"You got invited to the gathering of the Light side, my lord?" the little magical being asked.

"Yes, do you want to tell me about it?"

"Well as you know there are three sides in Magical Britain; the Light, the Dark, and the Grey. You, my lord, have been formally invited to the Light Side which your family had been part of for centuries. Of course, if you do not count the brief stint into the Dark Side by your ancestor, Marcus Potter."

"So I have been invited into the big boys club, huh?" Harry reflected.

"You shouldn't think of it like that my lord," the house-elf said. "Being part of a large faction provides you more than some afternoon ball, little chatter, or secret meetings. The three faction act as large and very important parts of what goes on in Magical Britain."

"Interesting," Harry said as he toyed with the invitation.

"I would advise you go, my lord. Not only can you be part of the larger workings that go on behind the scene, but you can also strengthen old alliances, and weigh in on important matters."

"Well I always trust in your council Tobry, so if you say I should go, then I should go. Who knows what might happen."

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Chapter 102: Light Side

Giving his invitation to the house-elf that stood at the gates which lead into the Mansion, Harry watched as the people went inside the well light home. They were dressed in their finest just like him with the men wearing their best suits, and vest, and jackets. While the ladies had on lavish dresses with beautiful jewelry and excellent makeup.

Everyone came in a wild variety of different transport, some flying in on broom that shot out fireworks behind them, others on large flying carpets with countless hanger-ons.

Others came in magical carriages which drove by themselves or had fine magical steeds. Most though rode in with flying mounts of all kinds like Hippogriffs, Pegasus, Cloud Serpents, Dragonhawks, Drakes, Aries, and so forth.

Some drove in with magical cars which were enchanted by themselves as was the latest fashion.

One man even had a palanquin which was being carried by two trolls. While another was literally brought in by the winds. And one lady even came in with the loud triumphs of horns blaring across the place.

The different transport that everyone came in was as varied as their personality.

Harry for example came in on Sunchaser who flew out the moment they landed only to be called back when the party was over.

He could already hear some laughter from all the way out here as the party seem to be in full swing already.

The house-elf bowed once he took his invitations and waved his hand to allow him in. Nodding his head to the small little guy, Harry followed in with the large crowd. It seem like just about everyone was invited here as the crowd was very large and rowdy.

Stepping into the front door, he was greeted to the sight of two scantily dressed nymphs inside a large glided cage swing about two loops. In the middle of the grand hall there was a chocolate fountain where house-elves stood be ready to pour for you.

Looking up, he saw Wizard lights in the air lighting the whole place up, and he also caught small flirting forms up there as well. That could only be one thing, fairies, as their dust glittered down, and can cast a wonderful unearthly glow about.

Darting towards him was a small little pixie boy the size of a little baby dressed in fine butler clothing as his crystalline dragonfly like wings beat behind him. "Would you like a drink, my lord?" the little creature asked as it held out its plate to him.

"Thank you," Harry said as he took one of the cups filled with some sort of champagne and watched as the magical being flew away.

Singing beautifully inside a large water tank was three mermaids as their soft lovely voices filled the room.

There were many more attractions with the place as tables filled with food and drinks was everywhere. He could see people swimming about in the large pool, the terrace was open to chat and have private conversations. And there were so much more to do.

And it seem like Harry was immediately recognized as he walked inside. Large gaggles of women came up to him and quickly surrounded him trying to attract his attention. Lord and ladies came up to him to make business deals and secret pacts.

He also got approached with too many betrothal contracts to count as everyone knew the precarious situation his house was in as he needed to quickly produce heirs.

Harry tried his best to be polite and courteous, he didn't want to get off on the bad foot or make any more enemies than he needed. Though from what he could see he already did, as grim faced men and women stared at him from alcoves and corners.

He quickly learned they were strong supporters of Dumbledore. Fanatical Light side followers more like it who saw their supposed leader's recent fall from grace as his fault.

Shaking his head, Harry wondered what the idiots thought he should have done after he suffered so much at that old man's hands.

Ignoring them, Harry saw he was well welcomed by the other light side members. As cheers went up into the air for him on multiple occasions. And many people introduced themselves to him.

Just as the party was really getting into the swing of things, some one came up above on the second floor landing.

Spotting the old weather worn face and the hat now with a flamingo on it, Harry knew who it was, Madam Longbottom.

He found out that today's gathering of Light members was being hosted in her family mansion, here in London.

Ringing her glass a few times to get everyone's attention, the noises begin to quiet down and everyone turned up to look at the old woman.

Smiling, she cleared her throat, and begin with, "I will make it short so you ruffian can get back to your partying."

There was a polite round of laughter, and Madam Longbottom continued, "Today we have won a great victory against the darkness. One of the supreme high ranking Dark Families are NO MORE!" she shouted to the wild cheers of everyone.

You must understand the factions that plague this land of Magical Britain have been here ever since the Arthurian times. It isn't just a split of practiced magics that separated these Sides, but one of ideology, and practice.

At first things weren't so rough with the different camps as all three Sides existed peacefully under the rule of King Arthur, the First and only Wizard King of this land. And before that, there was no party lines as each family only looked out for itself.

Then things took a very bad turn... And ever since then the three different factions stood apart with the Light and Dark especially opposed with the Grey leaning to and from the two factions throughout the ages.

Now things are irrevocable after so much death and destruction going between for centuries and centuries on end. The hate and anger between each side especially the light and dark now was palpable.

"The Lestrange family which has been the most vile and evilest of them lot has come to an end," Madam Longbottom continued. "We have evened the scale for what they did to the great Prewett family of the light!"

More cheers went up as the crowd gathered let out bloodthirst cries.

"To add to the great news," the old lady said, "today I want to rewelcome the Potters back into our ranks. Give a loud cheer to the great savior of wizarding-kind, HARRY POTTER!"

This time the sound of everyone cheering and shouting was defending, a few people nearby gave him a pat on the back or shoulder, or a solid handshake.

"The Potters have always been a steadfast member of the Light, and guarded against all evil that approach. We shall all be glad to see them back to us!"

"Lord Poter," the old lady said as she held out her glass for him which he returned the gesture.

"I leave you with one final parting words; Peace, Knowledge, Serenity, and Harmony. Those are the Light Side's way!"

Glasses went up into the air as everyone repeated the Light side's creed in one single tone.

"Now I leave you all to your celebrations. And I hope you enjoy all that my house has to offer," with that, the old woman said as she stepped back and out of view.

As soon as Madam Longbottom was gone everyone was back to partying as the singing started back up and waiters went around with drinks and the chatting picked up.

Harry was just about to go back to amusing a gaggle of women until a human waiter came up to him.

"My lord, the meeting begins," he whispered to him.

Looking at him a bit confused, Harry wondered what the hell he was talking about. "What meeting? Wasn't this just some gathering?"

The man seem to sense his confusion, and asked, "Did you forget my lord?"

"No, no," Harry said, "lead on, my good man." Now he was curious to know what this was all about.

Nodding his head, the man begin to lead him down a few corners, then up a flight of stairs all the way to the third floor. Then it was down some long winding halls and finally, they came up to a portrait which the man servant said a few words to which must have been the secret words.

Suddenly the portrait was awake as he looked down at them, and Harry noticed the resemblance he had with most Longbottoms. Nodding his head, a secret magical door appeared and it swung open.

"They would be inside," the man servant said as he pointed beyond. Giving his thanks Harry walked inside and was greeted to the sight of a small gathering.

Among them, he saw Augusta Longbottom who was dealing out some cards as she sat at the head of the table. She was head of house Longbottom which arrived on these Isles long ago with the Vikings. They were known as the Golden Bears and practiced battle magic just like his family, and they were the closest allies of his family more akin to blood brothers.

Then there was Amos Diggory father of Cedric Diggory, he worked in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and was in charge of the Being Division. Amos was a genial and friendly man who Harry in the short time he got to know him at the World Cup was quite proud of his son.

He was of course head of House Diggory which was part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families. Really everyone here was part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight which were all light.

House Diggory was of course well known for their elemental magic which they specialize in and the very powerful eight legged badger creatures called the Aurumvorax that they reared. Their family was here for a very long time as they had a lot to do with Celtic druids.

Then there was Marshall Fawley, head of House Fawley. He was the father of Eustace Fawley and Sullivan Fawley who were in Hufflepuff, the same year as him. He was a slender man with light brown hair like a small bird nest and was known for his eccentric matters.

The Fawley were an Irish family that mainly focuses on jinxes and were where well known for raising the Puca, the black rabbits of luck whether it be good or bad.

Next was Ahmed Shafiq who was head of the Shafiq family they were a family that came from Arabia long ago and to the shores of Magical Britain. Ahmed was a sharp eyed man, with fair skin, hawkish nose, and hollow cheeks.

The Shafiqs were well known for the massive Rocs they reared up - massive legendary birds that preyed on elephants for lunch - and the sand magic they practiced. [Think Gaara from Naruto]

With his back to him was Kingsley Shacklebolt, he was a tall dark skinned wizard with broad-shouldered, a bald head, and a single gold hoop earring. He was head of the Auror Office and Lord of House Shacklebolt which originated from South Africa before they came to reside here.

The Shacklebolts were known for the Isonade they held - shark like creatures that prowled the depths of the oceans. They were also known for the Sea Magic which they specialized in.

Smoking on a large cigar was Harold Macmillan a large bearded man with a pudgy nose, and shaggy hair. He had a son who attended Hogwarts in the same year as him, Ernest Macmillan from Hufflepuff. Their family which they liked to be aptly named Clan Macmillan was from Scotland and they were well known for the Wampus cat they raised and the Nature magic they practiced.

Finally, last but not least was Amelia Bones, Aunt of Susan Bones, Department Head of Magical Law Enforcement and Leader of House Bones. He was surprised when he saw a smile on her face, shaking his head he wondered if she finally got some action last night.

"Ahh, young Harry," Madam Longbottom said once he came inside. "Come, come join us," she waved her hand over.

Everyone took notice of him finally as they all turned around to look at him, Harry nodded his head to his two neighbors; Marshall Fawley and Harold Macmillan as he took his seat.

"You might be wondering what we are up to," Ahmed laughed as he gave him some of his chips.

"Giving some of your money way, Ahmed when you are losing so bad, huh?" Kingsley joked.

"Ignore them," Madam Longbottom said as she gave him some cards to play with. "You know how to play cards right, boy?"

"Learned from the best," Harry replied as he and Sirius played plenty of games together to pass the times. Since Sirius was after all very bored being locked in the house most of time since Aurors were looking for him, and thanks to that he learned quite a bit from him.

"Ever tried a cigar, boy?" Harold asked in a booming voice. But the cigar quickly went up into flames and everyone turned to Amelia who had her wand out.

"Offer Harry one of your obnoxious things again and it will be your beard going up in flames, Harold."

"Me sacred beard," the man said aghast holding on tight to the long growth of hair while Marshall Fawley chuckled from the side.

"For one as young as you to take on the tough responsibility of lordship, I must commemorate!" Amos spoke to him personally once he threw in some chips into the large mix. "Though if I were to pass away tomorrow, I see no trouble with my son handling the responsibility too."

"Thank you," Harry said as he smiled. From what he could see these men and women got along finely. Which was indeed a good sight, it showed the solitary of the Light Side, unlike the Dark who where glad to see one of their own down just as much as theirs.

A few rounds passed, and Harry won his own fair share, light chatter when around as the daily going on in the ministry were talked about, and Harry gained some insights he really never did since he wasn't part of the main going on there. The political scene in the Wizengamot was also talked about and there was much exuberance about Augustus Rookwood's testimony and finally pining down some very high ranking Death Eaters.

Suddenly the secret door swung open and the very same man who lead him her came running inside.

"Coby what are you doing here?" Madam Longbottom asked with a frown, "I thought I told you not to interpret us unless it is something very important that requires my immediate attention."

"It is Madam," the man said breathlessly as he held a missive to her.

Taking it she read it over and then again as her eyes narrowed at what she took in.

Sensing something was wrong everyone looked at each other and Amos was the first one brave enough to asked, "What is wrong Augusta?"

Without replaying she handed the missive to Ahmed who was right on her left who once he read it took in a sharp breath and said out loud, "Augustus is dead!"

"What do you mean?" Harold asked as all joviality was gone from his face and hardness set in.

"Assassins broke in," Marshall read out loud as he was next to get the slip of paper. "Massive fight broke out as the assassins got the jump on the Aurors but a mysterious force came to the rescue. Though in the end, one was able to break through and get to Augustus."

"Fuck," Kingsley swore as he pounded his fist against the table, "this is the only person high enough that we were able to get to finally speak!"

"It's them," Harry said as everyone turned to regard him, "Yaxley seem to have planned something out. And I wouldn't douth the other Dark Earls helped him."

"I need to leave," Madam Longbottom finally said, as she got up from her chair and nodded to her man servant. "I will have to see to this situation and see if we can salvage anything."

Nodding their head everyone too begin to take their leaves as Kingsley went to see to the Aurors and Amelia headed to the Magical Law Enforcement.

Once Harry was back home he made the right calls and before long Dennis appeared, the direct aide of Albert the Queen's head wizard.

"I wanted to speak to your master, Albert. Not you," Harry growled once he saw the young man before him.

"Sorry, Lord Potter, but Albert is busy organizing a state function," the wizard answered with a slow incline of his head.

"So does he knew about the monumental failer of the Magic Task Force?" Harry asked, slamming his palm against his desk in his anger.

The young man remained silent as his head hung low in shame.

"Speak up," Harry shouted.

"Yes..."

"This cost us a very very valuable opportunity which I don't think we will ever get again!"

"Head Wizard Albert and the Queen are aware of this. But you should know my lord, we made some very great finds. After getting a hold of some of the assassins, we were able to uncover their operations and now are in the midst of unraveling it."

"At least it was worth something," Harry said. Then waving at the man, he said, "leave me, and report any interesting finds to me."

Once Harry was left alone, he stared off into empty space, today he learned a valuable lesson; his enemies weren't total idiots who would take everything laying down. You might as well add Tobias little short lived coup.

They would respond viciously and wildly.

From now on he would need to take that into account, things weren't easy anymore.

Now he wouldn't be underestimated and would be taken as a very serious threat.

It was both a good and bad thing indeed.

He was now seem as one of the big players, not the pawn.

Chapter 103: Betrothal Contract

Today was the day that Harry was going to meet Daphne's whole family to finally make that Betrothal Contract that the two of them agreed on.

"Would you like at that, our little baby is about to get engaged," Sirius said from behind him as he made little baby noise.

Sighing Harry wondered why he brought him along or for that matter even told him anything. And that was exactly what he asked, "Why did I have to bring you along?"

"Because you need a chaperone, don't you," Sirius poked fun at him as Harry wanted so bad to wipe that obnoxious grin of his face.

"When are you going to get married?" Harry asked, turning the question on him. "You have been engaged to Amelia Bones for ages. Aren't you guys going to get on before you get old."

"HEY," Sirius shouted, looking offended, "I will have you know I am in the prime of my life. I still have time before I need to get married."

"Yeah, you tell yourself that old man," Harry said as this time it was him with the wide grin on his face. "You are in your forties, that is considered very old."

"Ow, why you little brat..." Sirius said as he grabbed him and put him in a head lock and soon was rubbing his knuckles against his skull.

"Alright, mercy, mercy," Harry laughed as he held his hands out.

"If you can stand still, my lord," Tobry said as he paused fitting him with his clothing and stared pointedly at him.

"Hey blame Sirius," Harry said as the older wizard let him go as he too got a long hard stare from Tobry.

Giving one final look, the house-elf got bak to fitting him out for his clothing that he would be wearing to the formal dinner he would be having with the Greengrass family.

"Alright, there you go, my lord," the house-elf said as he stepped back to stare at him, checking to see everything was in fine order.

Fixing his cufflinks, Harry stared at himself in the mirror across from him. "How do I look?" he asked Sirius as he angles his shoulders to the side, getting a better able to check himself out.

Holding a thumb up, the wizard answered, "Ready to wow everyone!"

Being invited to any family's ancestral home is a very high honor indeed. Only close allies and friends get that sort of treatment, as a family home is too important to allow strangers or enemies for that matter, to be allowed in.

The Greengrass Manor was located right across the North Atlantic Ocean, and swinging in the ocean depth Harry could catch the large green scally forms of some sort of serpentine creatures.

They were of course the family's creatures of House Greengrass, the Sea Serpents. They were massive predators of the seas known throughout history for wrecking ships and destroying coastal villages. Their bite was as deadly as any known poison in the world and they could spew out jets of green acidic water.

At the front gates to the Greengrass manor, they were greeted by a man servant who lead them inside. Handing their raincoats to the maid that stood at the door, Hary and Sirius both needed to cast warming charms on themselves to get ride of the wet sogginess they were feeling.

The land of the Greengrass seem to be in a constant rainstorm as heavy clouds were over head and thunder crackled above. If Harry had to guess it was the ambient magic of this place at work, his family home always was sunny and warm no matter the season.

It was very common for places that sat on leylines to have unusual weather patterns and seasons. In the end all that magic had to go somewhere and if not powering wards or fueling some experiment, it goes up into the air.

Being lead down some hallways, Harry and Sirius came to a large door with the family symbol of Greengrass of a serpent coiling around a green colored G."

Entering what was a formal sitting room richly lavished with all kinds of amenities, they were both greeted by the loud cheerful voice of Lord Greengrass, "Lord Black! Lord Potter! I'm so glad you could join us."

"The honor is all mine," Sirius replied back as he shook the man's hand.

Nodding his head at the man, Harry also shook his hand and turned to the other occupant in the room.

Lady Evelyn Greengrass née Ivanov!

Harry saw where Daphne got most of her looks from, Lady Evelyn had blonde hair nearing snowy white which reached all the way to her back, with smooth supple skin, a lithe figure, thin lips, dainty nose, high prominent cheekbones, and pale blue eyes like that of a glacier.

Lord Cyrus married outside of Magical Britain in Magical Russia from the Duke family of Ivanov. It was after all a good choice for the Greengrass since they once originated from that icy land long ago and used to call it home.

Russia was one of the few lands along with China, Japan, India, Aztec, Arabia, and many other minor countries that kept their Magical Royal lines throughout the ages. With that they were also able to preserve many of their ancient and powerful bloodlines as well.

"Lady Evelyn! It's a pleasure to meet you," Sirius inclined his head to the woman. "Allow me to introduce you to my godson now adopted son, Harry Potter, Lord of House Potter and heir to House Black."

"Thank you for coming," Evelyn Greengrass said. She smiled and held out her hand to him, and Harry clasped it and pressed his lips to the back of her hand as he'd been instructed so many times by Toby. She smiled, pleased at his etiquette, and he took the chance to get a closer look at her. He liked what he saw. Daphne's mother was an extremely attractive woman; a MILF, as they say. Good looks evidently ran in the family!

"I did not know you made young Potter your heir Lord Black, and adopted him as well." Cyrus mused as his eyes started to get a calculating look.

"Yes," said Sirius as he smiled, " someone needs to carry this accused line, and how better than our young savior!"

Nodding his head, the man changed the topic, "Well it is an honor to have you here. Please, come sit so we can discuss matters."

"Of course." the two wizards said as Lord and Lady Greengrass led them over to take some seats. Once they did a house-elf dressed in the family livery of House Greengrass came in with tea and some snacks.

Then from the corner Daphne's younger sister Astoria Greengrass stepped out, she took after her father with the same brown hair, nose, and face. She curtsied cutely in her long bundled up dress to which Harry just had to smile.

"Where is your sister?" Harry wondered. There was no way he was going in this alone, he needed back up or he might just shut down.

"Oh, she still putting on her make-up," the little pure-blood girl answer, making it obvious what she thought about that from her expression.

"That is not true," a voice replied. In stepped Daphne, she nodded at him when she noticed him sitting there.

"Apologies for not being here before you arrived," she said.

"Not a problem," he said. There was no problem with anything at all right now as far as he was concerned.

Good looks did indeed run in the family. One day Astoria's true beauty would blossom as even now she was really cute. And he now knew that Evelyn was a true beauty, but in his honest opinion Daphne was even more so. Many of the boys had considered her the most attractive witch in all of Hogwarts, and with good reason.

What really caught his attention right now was what she was wearing, and he wasn't the only one.

"Daphne?" Lady Greengrass was clearly not pleased. Harry might not have had a mother growing up but he'd heard that tone often enough to know what it meant. "What are you wearing?"

"What, no good?" Daphne examined herself critically, and if Harry hadn't seen the spark of amusement in her emerald eyes he might have believed she was honestly surprised at her mother's objection.

"You were supposed to wear a dress," Evelyn said, and it was obvious she was forcing her voice to remain steady. If he hadn't been here he had a feeling she would have spoken to Daphne much differently. Maybe her getting here after him had been intentional on her part for this very reason?

"Now, now, dear," Lord Greengrass said, "let her wear whatever she wants."

Sniffing, the older woman sat back in her chair and complained, "you let her be too wild, lord husband," but said nothing more on the matter as Daphne took her seat near him.

"Come, let us begin," Sirius said.

"Yes," Cyrus said as he leaned in forward very interested, "tell us, why did the two of you gather us here today?"

Harry couldn't have been more thankful for Daphne's arrival, the moment of truth has arrived.

Before he could say anything, Daphne took to the stage as she grabbed his hand and wrapped her fingers around his, "We wanted to talk about... getting betrothal!"

Silence greeted the announcement until everyone begin to speak at once. "I knew this day would come one day." Cyrus said, then looking at his daughter, "and I did promise you I would respect your wishes!"

"My sweet girl," Lady Greengrass gushed as she smiled brightly like all the lights came up.

"Eww!" Astoria said as she scrunched up her nose.

"Young lady," her mother said in a stern voice as her expression changed in a flash.

Sirius on the other hand, sat to the side with a knowing grin.

"Why don't we discuss over a meal," Cyrus said as he suddenly got up and pointed his hand towards the dining room.

All six people seated at the table knew what they were actually there to discuss, but as was customary they made idle small talk while eating. The serious business would wait until after the table had been cleared. Sirius accepted congratulations on his name being cleared, and from the way Cyrus angled it, it was obvious he wanted an alliance in some form or the other.

Many of Harry's accomplishments were also brought up, from his booming business to his political clout and he noticed how it drew a genuine smile from Daphne.

Finally, after several rounds of excellent dishes, Harry wiped his mouth with his napkin showing that he was done for the day. "I thank you for joining us here this evening, Lord and Lady Greengrass," he said.

"The pleasure was ours," Evelyn said.

"Now that we've eaten, I propose that we discuss business," Cyrus said, looking directly at Harry. "We were honored and we believe that our Daphne would make a good Lady Potter. And... we agree," he said, just then a house-elf came with a silver plater. He set it before the Lord and remove the lid for him showing the magical contract inside.

"I am certain we can come to an agreement, no matter what it takes. I am prepared to offer you the support of the Greengrass family, in whichever way we might be best equipped to aid you."

Harry knew exactly what the man was suggesting. The Greengrass was a powerful family with plenty of wealth and connection. Estimates had it that the Greengrass fortune was equal if not superior to the Potters and the Blacks combined, and Cyrus was prepared to open that vault up and throw a massive amount of gold at him if it meant his daughter was going to become the new Lady of the Potter and Black families.

The Greengrass family has not been involved too much in the political side of things, preferring instead to conduct business, and expand their influence slowly. They managed to maintain a neutral position in many of the conflicts that plagued the wizarding world.

They are one of the few British families who are considered "grey"; and they are proficient in the Dark Arts, especially Poison Magic, but do not use it for evil purposes.

Say what you will about them from cowards to greedy businessmen, however, it isn't easy to stay neutral in the wizarding world, but the Greengrass family managed to maintain that position since their conception.

"Sorry," Harry said with a shake of his head, "but I can not agree to give Daphne the Lady Potter title."

"No?" Cyrus frowned while Daphne narrowed her eyes at him. "Have we not met your expectations in some way?"

"No, no," Harry said, waving his hands. "It's nothing like that. It's just that there is a better title for her."

"You mean the Back," the family head said as he glanced at Sirius.

"No, I can do you one better," Harry said with a smile as he held out his Lordship ring which flashed to the Slytherin House.

All the Greengrasses gasped as they recognized those colors and sigil. "This... how... what..." Lord Cyrus tried to form some words, but just couldn't.

Daphne was first to collect herself as she asked him calmly, "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

Grinding at her, Harry answered, "Wanted it to be a little surprised. And I know you would make a wonderful Lady Slytherin. You are after all the Ice Princess of Slytherin."

Giving him a pointed stare, there was still not to prevent the ghost of a smile spreading across her face. Daphne was one of the most power hungry women he knew, she knew what she wanted, and she got it!

"I think that's a great idea," Daphne said before anyone could say anything. "I would have been dead set for the Lady Potter title, but Lady Slytherin would do fine."

"Daddy, you there," she said as he turned to look at the stock still man.

"Yes, honey. Yes, I couldn't agree with you more," he nodded his head vigorously as he couldn't stop that victorious smile spreading across his face. This was indeed turning out to be much better than he imagined as his eldest daughter was not only getting engaged to one of the most eligible young men in the whole country but the most powerful as well.

"Moving on to the dowry," he said which really was nothing more than the asking price of Harry to marry Daphne.

At long last, as the hour turned into dark as the meeting was finally over. Everything was concluded with Harry and Cyrus signing the agreed about betrothal contract. Everything that was discussed tonight was on there like him having his second-born with Daphne inherit the Greenhouse family, unlimited wealth to help rebuild the Slytherin family, support in all political and military matters, and so much more points that just couldn't be talked about in great detail.

Once Harry finally dropped his blood on the contract which quickly absorbed it, the pact was sealed. There was no way to get out of the betrothal now, and magic itself would make sure that he and Daphne would get married and produce heirs!

As the light of the contract coming into activation light up the room, Evelyn clapped her hands together. "Ahh, I can't believe my sweet little baby girl is going to be the Duchess!" The older woman's joy was palpable, as someone who came from a duke line it was her greatest joy seeing her daughter finally reach the same rank she once held through her family.

Taking a seat, a house-elf brought a cigar for the Greengrass family head and some drinks to celebrate the occasion. "Lord Black," he said as he turned to face Sirius. "Did you give any thought to what Side you would be joining?"

"Not the Dark Side for sure," Sirius answered as he downed his celebratory drink.

"What do you say to the Grey Side then?"

"Mmm, you guys did lose the Crouch family. Did you," Sirius mused. Joining the Grey Side would be the best move for him as joining the Light would be impossible with the history his family had, but this would be the first step in the right direction.

"Yes, but we are looking to get a distinct relative to inherent..."

"Why don't I give you a tour?" Daphne asked as she turned to face him, leaving the adults to their own little conversation.

"Sounds wonderful," Harry said as he got up to follow after her.

Heading out, Daphne and Harry shook the servants off of them as they made their way deeper into the family home.

Once Harry saw that they were all alone, he wrapped an arm around Daphne and pulled her in close to him. Her warm body pressed against his and one hand wrapped around her rear, giving it a nice squeeze.

She gasped at the touch, and he grinned down at her, "So tell me how does it feel to be engaged to me now?!"

"Mmm," she said thinking it over, "I thought it would be more exciting, but..."

"Why you little..." Harry growled playfully. "Let me show you some excitement then!" he said as he leaned in closer towards her and pressed his lips down onto hers with a passionate kiss.

She returned the kiss, working her fingers up Harry's torso. She pushed Harry into her, grinding her hips against his, then the next thing she knew, Harry was guiding her through a set of doors, through a rather lavish bedroom that seem to be not occupied by anyone.

The skilled young man did not break the kiss, even once. He backed Daphne back and dropped her onto the bed. Harry spread Daphne's legs for a moment and turned his thumb on the growing wet spot on her panties.

"You want me badly, don't you?" Harry asked in a low husky tone.

"Yes," the witch shuddered, " I want you sooo bad, Harry!"

"Then aren't you going to show how badly..." Harry asked her.

Daphne reached forward and started to unbuckle Harry's dress pants. She pulled them down below his ankles and then pulled his pants all the way down to reveal his cock for her consumption. He watched as her lips moistened at the thought of having this large piece of meat lodged down your throat.

"Are you going to stare, or are you going to touch it?" Harry grinned widely.

Chapter 104: Greengrass Manor (R-18)

He backed Daphne back and dropped her onto the bed. Harry spread Daphne's legs for a moment and turned his thumb on the growing wet spot on her panties.

"You want me badly, don't you?" Harry asked in a low husky tone.

"Yes," the witch shuddered, " I want you sooo bad, Harry!"

"Then aren't you going to show how badly..." Harry asked her.

Daphne slowly unbuttoned Harry's shirt. She saw his firm body, and smiled. There were a few scars on his chest, but they just added flavor. Daphne lightly brushed her fingers down Harry's scars and leaned deeper into him with a kiss.

Harry slid a hand up Daphne's skirt and started to caress her stocking clad thighs. His hand eased further to her center, and could feel her lacy panties on the other side.

He pulled away from Daphne and hiked her plaid skirt up to reveal a pair of green panties underneath.

"Like the colors?" she asked as she twirled her hips sensually drawing his eyes/ Then leaning in, she whispered, "I made sure to pick them out for you specifically as I am sure you know how much I've been looking forward to you arriving today!"

Daphne's panties slid down right to her ankles and Harry slowly stroked her womanhood, kissing her something fierce.

Daphne reached forward and started to unbuckle Harry's dress pants. She pulled them down below his ankles and then pulled his pants all the way down to reveal his cock for her consumption. He watched as her lips moistened at the thought of having this large piece of meat lodged down your throat.

"Are you going to stare all day, or are you going to give it a go?" Harry grinned wickedly. A woman such as Daphne Greengrass deserved, demanded, the very best, and Harry was going to give her better than the best.

Daphne shook her head and looked up at him, "I still ask myself, how do you not trip over this monstrous thing that can ruin women galore?" she asked as she begin to stroke his cock. It amazed her how much he grew and swelled up at her touch. The Slytherin leaned forward and planted a kiss on Harry's swollen head. It twitched at her touched and she inhaled the musky scent of it.

"And I'm fulfilling the fantasy of every single girl in this school," Daphne remarked as she stroked his hard throbbing erection. "What would they think or do for that matter if they knew that I had the boy-who-lived all to myself!"

Before Harry could respond with a witty answer, Daphne's warm mouth shut him up. Lips parted as she slide his length into her mouth, and Harry decided if Daphne wanted to have some fun, then why not let her have her fun? It wasn't like it he wasn't enjoying it, because he knew that it was far from it.

Daphne leaned her head forward trying to take more of his girth Harry's, he watched as excitement began to build through her body.

Then letting it pop out of her mouth, she stroked it with ease thanks to her spittle that coated his cock. "It's obvious you're being wasted in Gryffindor," she said. "My, how you would be welcomed by all in Slytherin if they knew you were the descendent of the Great Founder and Duke!"

"Who says I can not win them over with my Gryffindor charms?" Harry asked as he lanced his finger through her beautiful white blond hair.

Rolling her eyes at she lapped up his ball sacks which were filled with seed ready to spray out and fertilize a new generation of wizards and witches. "You tell yourself that, dear!" she said sending wonderful vibrations through his nutsack as she spoke with them still in her mouth.

"You wound me," Harry said as he held his free hand to his chest and put on a false expression of hurt. Then slowly transforming into impish delight, he asked, "Anyways, was that what charmed you to me? My great looks and awesome bravery?!"

This time Harry wasn't able to understand anything she said, as she literally had a mouthful, so Harry enjoyed the sensation of Daphne's wet and talented tongue swirling around his cock. She licked him from the head all the way to the base. She was like a vacuum cleaning tip to spin as she made sure to cover each and ever part of his cock with her talented tongue.

The moment Daphne finished up tasting every single inch of Harry's throbbing cock, she moved herself into position. Her hot lips wrapped around Harry's swollen head and she drove all the way down onto him.

Daphne choked for a moment, ramming his throbbing cock down her throat. She felt a pair of firm and soft hands easy on the back of her head.

"Ease yourself into it, darling," Harry said. "It's not a sprint, it's a marathon, and you're going to be in it for the long haul."

Daphne regained her composure and started to bob herself up and down on Harry's cock. His cock speared into the back of her throat. She sucked on him and hard.

"You're so beautiful with my cock in my mouth," Harry said.

"Yes, isn't she's a vision," a voice said.

The two of them booth nearly jumped out of the skins, as Harry and Daphne turned around wide eyes.

Standing at the door was Lady Evelyn with one of her hand leaning on the door frame blocking the exist.

"Mother," Daphne said as she stared wide eyes.

Harry on the other hand couldn't form any words as he just took a deep swallow. He literally got caught with his pants down. In his head he kept on smacking himself on the back of the head; idiot, idiot, idiot!

In his haste, he always forgets to close the door, and if it was just once it would be alright, but now this had to be like the third time he did that.

"Hush dear," the older witch said to her daughter as she turned her blue globes at him. "Is she pleasing you, my lord?"

Harry really had no answer to that, what mother would ask that sort of question, though when he did think about it - this was a noble daughter and mother, so of course their relationship would be f up!

Clearing his throat, Harry played it cool since she wanted to play, he would play. "I must thank you, Lady Greengrass, you have taught your daughter very well."

"Call me Evelyn," she said with a smile, as she walked into the room and this time made sure to put up proper wards. Then facing him, she added, "We will after all be becoming family!"

"Yes," Harry said, and he thought, 'you just say me fucking your daughter!'

"Why don't you continue, dear," the Milf said to her daughter as she begin to hick up her dress gown.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he knelt down and moved down to fondle his balls. She licked his balls, worshipping his testicles like a good bitch. She ran her finger down the vein, tickling Harry's balls with everything she had.

Finally she let his ballsack pop out and answered, "Making sure you know that Greengrass women are the best! Your Grace!" Then she was right back at it, licking and sucking his nuts for all it was worth.

Daphne just rolled her eyes and went back to pleasuring his hard throbbing erection!

Harry looked down at the two beautiful blonde vixens, suckling and pleasuring every inch of his cock. They were just absolutely delightful!

Harry throws his head back and groans.

It's half in pleasure and half in shame at what he's doing, but at this point, he's gone past the point of no return.

He could tell Evelyn was giving Daphne not so subtle suggestions, all Daphne in response was growl as her sent mouth and throat sent vibration all the way to his head and down to his toes!

Daphne smacked her lips around Harry's cock. She was indeed very good, so good she could not help herself to be honest.

Deciding to give her some forewarning, Harry spoke up, "Fuck! I am very close, Daphne!"

"Good," Evelyn said as she finally let go of his balls and shoved her daughter's head further down his length. "Make sure you swallow everything he give you like I taught you!"

"Mmm, mhm," Daphne tried to say indignantly, but the older witch was having none of that as she forced her daughter's head back and further ever further along. While she on the other hand used her reaming free hand to play with his testicles, milking his for all he was worth.

Harry pounded Daphne's tight throat and she moaned with delight. The few little tastes of cum came out and Daphne re-doubled her efforts, going all the way down on Harry like it was her job, her calling in life to suck his cock dry.

The Greengrass heiress bobbed up and down on Harry's prick, taking the huge hunk of manhood into her throat. Her groans get ever increasingly louder and louder until Harry finally felt his load rushing forth.

The tension in Harry's balls reached a fever pitch. There was only one thing to do and that was for Harry to cum. He exploded and sent the contents of his balls flooding inside of Daphne's mouth. His balls kept slapping against her chin when pushing against her.

He held onto Daphne's face, holding her in place as he came!

"Take it, Take it all for me!" Harry shouted.

"Mmm!" Daphne moaned.

Evelyn squeezing his balls helped accelerate the process. Daphne working his cock with her throat and tongue made it even more intense. The hot burst of cum shot down Daphne's throat. She swallowed all of the cum like a pro as she took all of the seed into her mouth and down her throat. Harry held onto her face and pumped his huge load into her throat.

Harry felt Daphne's warm throat to be a perfect vessel for his release. He rocked her face, his heavy balls draining into her mouth. The moans hitting his cock from the back of throat caused more cum to fire down her throat.

Daphne smiles as she finally let his cock pop free then the little minx opened her mouth wide to show him his seed and then swallowed. Harry watched it all, not parting his eyes from her for a single moment, until she once again showed him her mouth which was no empty.

"I hoped I pleased you, my lord," the emerald-eyed witch said.

"Very much so," Harry answered.

She begin to rises to her feet, but Harry grabs her by the wrist. "We're not done here," he said in a low growl.

"Wait," she said as he dropped her on to the bed with her still facing him while he came in after her like a prowling predator.

Daphne did not like the look in his eyes one bit as she used her hands to cover her breasts, but Harry put a stop to it as he grabbed them both.

Harry grabs Daphne by her curvy hips and pulls her forward to meet his cock. She gasps as she feels his hard, throbbing length slide against her wet cunt, and she moans when he drew himself back and nudges against her pussy lips.

"Wait," Daphne said, "we are still not married yet. We have to wait until the marital bed!"

"Don't try to deny your lord, dear," Evelyn said in a stern voice as she came in behind them into the bed. "He can take whatever he wants! and you will have to follow along."

Harry could already read her mind like the back of his hand, if he ruined Daphne today, his marriage with her would be locked in forever or else he would risk insulting the Greengrass house and going to war with them most likely. If he could impregnate her right now that would be even better!

However Harry never did plan to set out of the agreement in the first place, he wasn't an inconsiderate bastard. If he accepted a woman into his bed, she was his, and there would be no way he would toss her aside!

He finds her wet pussy all ready for, more than that to be honest as it was dripping with wanton lust. "Don't worry," he whispered to the heir apparent of Greengrass as he bite her ear lob. "You will always be mine!"

Daphne looked up. Her thighs spread out even more to accommodate Harry when he put his big prick at the edge of her entrance. Daphne breathed in, feeling the slow and subtle moments of penetration when Harry inserted himself inside her.

"Yes!" Daphne yelled. As with a grunt, he thrusts forward, spearing his young new bethrol deeply. Daphne cried out, his cock filling her in a way she's probably never experienced before in her life.

"Damn, you're really tight baby," Harry said.

"I am glad she is perfect for you specification," Evelyn whispered to him from behind as she watched his cock sliding into her.

He wondered if that was what got her off, after all to each his poison!

Once he's driven himself rather forcefully and deeply into her, Harry pauses. Bent over her as he is, practically mounting her, he reaches up and runs his hands along her body, sliding them around to beneath her, to her front. He touches her in soothing, gentle ways as he waits for a moment to let her adjust to his massive size which intruded upon her.

Eventually though, Daphne spoke up, "K-Keep going… I can t-take it. Mmmm!"

Well, if she says something like that, how is he to resist? Gritting his teeth, the wizard begins to fuck his new betrothal while her mother helped him ease into her.

His cock feels like it's trapped in the hottest of vices, and yet time and time again, he pistons in and out of her, escaping her cunt's clutches only to drive right back in. Daphne's body jars and jolts with every thrust as the young woman herself shakes and shudders. Her voice comes out more and more as he fucks her, starting out soft and quiet, but growing louder by the moment.

"M-More! Please, My Lord! Fuck me, Harder!"

The way she called him that… Harry was beginning to wonder if Daphne had a fetish. Or perhaps it was just how all noble pure-blooded where taught to act in the bed towards their lord husband.

However he won't deny it had its charms as it was certainly working for him. Fucking her there in the bed as it creaked with his powerful thrusts, he picks up his pace, his hands moving from her breasts to her shoulders as he begins to truly drive his cock in and out of the gorgeous young witch.

If she wanted it harder? He could do it harder.

"Yes! Yes, yes, YES!"

His new wife was certainly a vocal little thing, that was for sure. Harry grunts, breathing hot air across her neck as he fucks into her from above. Her body surrenders to him in it's entirety, her cunt walls welcoming him, her pale ass clapping with his crotch. She's so very tight, but still he invades with his dick as it loosened her up in the process.

Evelyn did not help matters in the least bit

Soon enough, he's getting close to finishing as Daphne's tight little cunt was certainly doing a fucking amazing job. Especially with how she'd already orgasmed twice around his member. Each climax that the young witch experiences was an explosive one.

He's not sure if she's just exaggerating them or what, but she certainly gets louder when she's cumming, and her pussy juices do tend to flood down his length and squirt out onto the rug beneath them.

As he learned before Daphne was indeed quite the squirter. Gritting his teeth and grunting, Harry leans forward again, until his lips are right next to Daphne's ear.

"Getting… close, Darling!"

Daphne freezes for a moment, before letting out a wanton moan and a full body wiggle.

"A-Anywhere you want, My lord. Y-You can, a-ah, put it anywhere you want."

Chuckling, Harry asked, "Is that so? Well then don't let me stop on your expense!"

Coming to the end of his rope, Harry's balls swelled with their seed and started to tighten. He spent the next couple of minutes indulging himself in Daphne's sweet and dripping pussy. His hips pushed down, rocking inside Daphne's body. Her hot hips pushed up to meet Harry with each push inside her.

Daphne's wet walls kept clamping down on Harry's rod. She milked him, wanting nothing more than Harry's seed blasted inside her. Harry sped up, reaching the end. He rode out Daphne, orgasm after orgasm.

Harry grunted when he gave a couple more powerful pushes into Daphne. His bloated balls found their way down upon Daphne's thighs. They slapped against her hard, beginning to fill up with their cream.

He pushed into Daphne with a couple more pushes inside her. Harry rode her pussy all the way to the edge of an orgasm, and then his balls contracted before firing into her.

Daphne held onto Harry all the way, moaning in his ear. His balls contracted and started to fire a potent amount of seed. Daphne felt a warm rush fill her body, when this powerful young man expanded and shot his heavy load into her. She hung onto Harry's shoulder, scratching him up, and moaning deep into his ear.

Harry stuffed Daphne completely full of his seed. His balls drained into Daphne's wet and willing womanhood. Her pussy finally released him.

Harry turned his attention to Evelyn, the lovely Russian witch who he saw her pussy dripped with juices as she smiled at him.

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Chapter 105: Prestigious Schools

Waking up with a sudden start, Harry glanced around the dark room and let out a sigh of relief when he realized he was in his private quarters of Godric Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Placing his hand on his scar, Harry could not feel that stinging sensation coming from his now faded scar which usually did after one of his nightmares involved with Voldemort.

Once again he was assaulted by those nightmares of Voldemort's dark reign, his parents' death, Voldemort's rise, and their eventual clash. However no longer where they even connected anymore by soul fragments, so he got him wondering what was going on.

This time he was pretty sure he saw a vision of Voldemort ordering about armor-clad knights in heavyset black plates with skulled helmets.

It was like he was having prophesied dreams of the past, present, and future of the two of them who were connected irrevocably by something beyond just souls. Harry was pretty sure he was no Seer; he never got hit in the face with a vision, nor did he have the foresight that came it.

There was something that bond the two of them that he just couldn't wrap his mind around; like Prophecy was made about them or something along those lines. Though he was pretty sure he never did hear one, but nevertheless it looked like he and Voldemort would be still doing this little dance.

That psychopath would be coming for him whatever reason - through fate or just sheer hate for what he stood for - the two of them were on a collision path.

The only thing that he could take comfort in was that he and the old fart would soon be moving against Barty Jr. to uncover his Dark lord's plans. Before that they would need to locate Moody so that the Death Eater couldn't use old hardened Auror against them, and use hold his life within his grasp.

So Dumbledore was busy counseling his devices which he used to keep watch on the school since he couldn't call on Lady Hogwarts anymore for assistance on locating the renowned Auror.

Which served him right after what he did to her, so that he could have complete control of the school and implement any directives he wanted.

And the funny thing was his monitoring devices did not even hold a candle stick against Lady Hogwart's capacity to ward, and monitor this school as the goat was struggling to do them by himself.

He could help the old man locate Moody in just a flash with the new controls he had over the school, but he would be showing his hand too early. Thus as much as it pained him and he wanted to speed things along, he had to wait for the old man to turn in some results.

His sudden jolt seem to stir the other occupants of the bed as Aurora Sinistra looked at him groggily while Bathsheda Babbling turned in the sheets. "What wrong," his astronomy professor asked as she got up to run her fingers along his chest.

"Nothing," Harry answered as she shook his head. He got up and begin to dress in the pale dawn light putting on his robes and undergarments.

"Are you sure you don't want to say in bed a little bit longer?" Aurora asked in a sensual voice as she patted the empty spot near her. "I am sure I can keep you in for a very long while."

As much as Harry did want to acquiesce to that pleasant invitation, he knew he needed to get started early on his day, and after that bout of new nightmares he wasn't really feeling up to any carnal activities for the moment.

"You know how important today is, the other school will be arriving and I will need to see if everything is in perfect order."

"Suit yourself," she said with a shrug as she languidly stretched in the bed showing all her perfect assets on purpose.

Rolling his eyes at the witch, Harry headed out then down to the deserted corridor of the school. It was only the quiet before the storm that would sweep through the school today. All classes had been canceled this Monday as the Professors decided it would be best just to let the students have a free day before the other schools arrive this late afternoon.

Still he had a lot of stuff to do.

Even though the student committee had weeks upon weeks to plan ahead for the arrival of the other schools still they had lots to get done today. Since he put himself in charge, he had to see to it that everything was perfect for the other magical schools.

His performance would reflect on the school and its prestige. So everything needed to work out smoothly and perfectly! As his long dead ancestors instilled in him. A Potter must set an example for the others and lead them down the correct path!

As Harry proceeded down the halls, he didn't miss the signs posted everywhere which read:

TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT

The delegations from the other schools will be arriving at 6 o'clock on Monday the 30th of October.

Students will return their bags and books to their dormitories and assemble in front of the castle to greet our guests before the Welcoming Feast.

Harry quickly rounded up the members of the committee who all looked sleep derived thanks to the long hours they have been putting in these past few days. Harry was glad he had some way of releasing all his stress or else he would have been like them cranky and snapping at everyone.

The first task that needed completing was the Great Hall. It had to show school spirit and unity, so he had everyone get started.

Enormous silk banners hung from the walls, each of them representing a Hogwarts House: red with a gold lion for Gryffindor, blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw, yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff, and green with a silver serpent for Slytherin. Each of the animals looked alive as they stirred and roared at times.

Behind the teachers' table, the largest banner of all bore the Hogwarts coat of arms: lion, eagle, badger, and snake united around a large letter H. It was really awe inspiring as it took front and center in the Great Hall and it would look even more striking when the stars were let through the ceiling this afternoon.

When finally the students came down, Harry knew this would do the trick as each and every single one of them were blown away. All they could do was gap and stare like little children who this was there first time here.

Since they were on decoration duty only, the house-elves were left to cleaning e very nock and cranny as the portraits where scrubbed clean, much to the displeasure of their subjects, who sat huddled in their frames muttering darkly and wincing as they felt their raw pink faces. The suits of armor were suddenly gleaming and moving without squeaking as they got oiled. The old abandoned classrooms were aired out, ever crack or tear in the castle was fixed by the house-elves.

There was a sense of anticipation in the air throughout day as well as there seemed to be only one topic of conversation, no matter where Harry went: the Triwizard Tournament. Rumors were flying from student to student like highly contagious germs: who was going to try for Hogwarts champion, what the tournament would involve, how the students from the other schools differed from themselves.

"Wonder what the tasks are going to be?" Fred mused out loud as they finished up with the final touches of their preparations.

"Yea," his brother agreed.

"Preparing for the tormunant already?" Harry asked jokingly. The twins still did not stop trying to think up a million different plans of getting in.

"I heard there is a lot of dangerous tasks you need to do," Angelina Johnson tried to disway the twins.

"Hey, we can do dangerous stuff..." George argued to which Fred vigorously nodded his head.

"Not in front of a panel of judges, you haven't," said the seventh year Slytherin with a sneer. Harry wondered if earning how to sneer perfectly was one requirement to get into Slytherin, because seriously they all mastered it perfectly.

"Professor Snape says the champions get awarded points according to how well they've done the tasks."

"Who are the judges?" Cho Chang asked out of curioutly.

"Well, the Heads of the participating schools are always on the panel," said Rogers, as always the insufferable know it all.

"Yea, each Head of school get to score you on each task. From the past records of old, there are either 3 to 5 trails in the tournament."

Nodding his head along, Harry already did his reading on the tournament even though he wasn't participating. The tournament was name of the Triwizard tournament because long ago; the three schools - Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had a feud of who was the best school in all of Europe.

After that it was made a Decadal thing where each school would rather to see who was best. Then other schools started going in and through the years one by one the tournament now hosted 11 schools.

The name was kept because the roster ever expands as two schools might join in with in the passing of these years.

Anyways this tournament was just a exclusive clubs where the most noteworthy and well acclaimed schools measured dicks. Everyone wants to upstage each other and claim that title of Champion for the decade!

Soon the hour arrived, all the students gathered outside with their robes drawn close to keep the chill late autumn air way. The Heads of Houses were ordering their students into lines as shouts went up.

Dusk was falling and a pale, transparent looking moon was already shining over head.

"Talk about taking your sweet time," Lavender sniffed. "When are they getting here?"

"It's freezing out here!" Parvati Patil whined. Then looking up at the stern woman, she asked, "Professor McGonagall can we go inside where it is warm!"

"You lady," the woman said sternly as her gaze snapped down. "The absolute gall! You will stand here all day if it takes until our guests arrive."

"I wonder how they would arrive?" Neville mused out loud as he scanned the darkening grounds excitedly, but nothing was moving; everything was still, silent, and quite as usual.

"A porkey most likely, that is the most logical thing after all," Hermione answered.

Snickering, Harry spoke up, "When have wizards done the logical thing! If I had to field a guess then they would most likely arrive with a bang!"

Just then a shout when up which got everyone excited as they looked up, but it turned out to be a false alarm.

And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers — "Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"

"Where?" students asked eagerly, all looking in different directions.

"There!" someone, pointing over the Forbidden Forest.

Gigantic shapes skimmed over the treetops of the forest, slowly it got clearer and clearer until everyone could see the super massive horse-drawn carriage. To simply call those things pulling the carriages along horses would be an understatement as they were very massive - bigger than elephant as their shinning golden-white wings beat heavily and they snorted out cold air from their nostrils.

They were Pegasus, majestic flying creatures of speed and strength!

And the blue and gold colored carriages weren't really what you call carriages as they were the size of houses and a dozen of them came swopping down as each was driven by two streams of 10 Pegasus.

The horses' hooves, larger than dinner plates, hit the ground. A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels, while the winged creatures tossed their enormous heads and rolled large, fiery eyes.

Harry just had time to see that the door of the carriage bore a coat of arms of a lime green shield with a large B surrounded by elegant flowery designs before it opened.

A young girl in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage, bent forward, fumbled for a moment with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps. She sprang back respectfully. Then Harry saw a giant of a woman walk out who could give Hagrid a run for his money in size and height.

If he had to guess she was half-giantess!

She walked forward toward Dumbledore, extending a glittering hand. Dumbledore, though tall himself, had barely to bend to kiss it. "My dear Madame Maxime," he said.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!"

"Dumbly-dorr," the Headmistress said in a deep voice. "I 'ope I find you well?"

"In excellent form," the old man said with one of his kind grandfatherly smiles.

"My students," Madame Maxime said as she waved one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her.

Harry turned his head to the girls coming out of the carriages, dressed in blue silken robes which was the official uniform of the school. He noticed that they all where beauties in their own right.

Though from what he knew of Beauxbatons they did practice Illusion magic, Sex, and other hedonistic arts. So they must have glamor spells which beautified them and amplified their looks and sensuallized them in some cases.

Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was a French school of all females which had three houses instead of four like Hogwarts; salt (body), mecury (spirit) and sulfur (soul). They focus on Illusion magic, Plant, Deam, Enchantment, Divination, Poison, Astronomy, the softer magics if you would.

They were called a debauch school for that - just like how Hogwarts was known as its own worst enemy with endlessly feeding students.

Though the women that graduated there were knew to marry the most affluent men in the world or became true powerhouses in their own right. So take what you will

"Did th' other arrive yet?" Madame Maxime asked.

"No, you are the first arrive" Dumbledore answered with a shake of his head.

"Of cours' they wou' have!" Madame Maxime shook her head.

At her comment it was like someone wanted to prove her wrong as a music stared to drift threw the air it like someone was beating some drums and playing a traditional gaiter!

Then coming from the west where the quidditch stands stood was some more giant forms.

As it came close and close the music seem to pick up as it was an exciting and celebrating one.

Finally the shapes came into view as everyone watched massive flying rugs speed closer in! A thick booming laugh echoed as the beautifully designed rugs started to slow down.

Before they even landed a figure jumped off the leading rug which was the size of the Great Hall all by itself.

With a boom a man landed before everyone causing a few to jump back in fright and some to wince. However the white robed man was perfectly fine as he came before Dumbldore and Madame Maxime.

He was an tall, mussled, olive-skinned man, skin tanned from being in the sun. He was dressed in a red tunic that went all the way to his feet with an other red robes lined with gold patters, a waist red sash, and a red and fold headpiece on his head.

"Dumbledore, you old bastard, how are you doing!" he laughed.

"And Madame Maxime," he said as he turned to the large woman.

"Jafar, how ar' you doing?" the Headmistress smiled as she held out her hand for him to kiss.

Harry turned around to look at the student who were from Jordan jumping off the carpets which floated a few inches off the ground.

There was a equal mix of boys and girls as this magical school was for all genders like hogwarts. They wore sandals since they came from a more hotter climate with the boys wearing baggy, long pants, wide waist sash, and open vest leaving their chest bare.

The girls were also wearing harem pants with tops that left their belly button out in the open, and thin veils that covered their mouth and nose leaving only their eyes open.

"I am doing fine," Dumbledore remarked back with a nod of his head. "So glad you can join us, Jafar!"

"I wouldn't miss this for the world!" the man laughed out loud.

Jordan Academy of Sorcery was located in Jerusalem they were a school know for pursuing more of the arcane and scholarly arts. As they produced many of fine Summoners from beasts to spirits and demons and fae and heroes to gods, they had it all. And they practiced Weather magic, Ritual, Banishment, Warding, Abjuction, and so forth.

Their history was rich and long just as Hogwarts was great legends being produced.

ELEVEN Prestigious schools; Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Castelobruxo, Durmstrang Institute, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jordan Academy of Sorcery, Koldovstoretz, Shanghai Institute of Magics, Mahoutokoro School of Magic, Oceania Academy of Wizardry, and Uagadou School of Magic!

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