AN: A quick note about the previous chapter that people have been asking about. With the train car and people wondering how if it was locked did Ron, Hermione, and the older Slytherin get it? They only locked the door connecting to the platform, not the door connecting to the rest of the train.
AN2: The last day to vote on the poll for the two Harry Potter stories on the next updating cycle is going to be next Friday the tenth up until midnight.
AN3: I also seem to be losing my muse for this story so any suggestions will be helpful. If I have to though I will put it on Hiatus and swap it out with another story from my list.
Harry Potter: King of the Amazons
Chapter 7
-Harry-
"Alright," Harry said as he wiped his mouth and set down his fork as dinner ended "let's go home.".
Before they could leave though, "Potter," the man with greasy hair who had come to the island before snapped as he strode up to then with a look reminiscent of constipation on the man's face "the Headmaster wants to see you immediately.".
"Damn it." Propheta grumbled as she handed five silver pieces over to a smirking Bellona.
"Thank you." Bellona said chuckling as she pocketed the coins.
"Come on girls," he said standing up "let's go see what the old man wants.".
"Just you Potter," the greasy haired man snarled "not your… women.".
He glared at the man, "Either they come with me or I don't come at all. I am the Lord Slytherin which means that I own this school. I don't take orders.".
The man opened and closed his mouth a few times, probably trying to come up with a response, before grumbling his acceptance and turning on his heel. Following the man they were led to a gargoyle that stepped aside to reveal a staircase. Climbing to the top they were led into an office were Dumbledore was waiting, "I ordered that your women not come Harry." the old man said trying to sound firm.
"They are my wives and my slaves Albus," he said remembering the man's first name from the letter he received, "and I don't take orders from you. Now what do you want?".
"Do not use my first name Harry, you don't have permission. And I am informing you that I am changing your sorting and placing you in Gryffindor as well as…" Dumbledore began before the Sorting Hat cut him off.
"You don't have the authority to overrule a sorting Albus!" the hat yelled at him "Plus he is Lord Slytherin! He is required to be in Slytherin.".
"Thank you sir hat." he said, giving a grateful nod to the enchanted hat who grinned back.
"Now is there anything else Albus?" he asked turning back to the Headmaster.
"Do not call me Albus Harry!" the old man snapped.
"You do not have permission to use my first name either so don't assume you do." he growled back, "Now what do you want?".
"You are not allowed to bring your women with you onto the grounds anymore." Dumbledore tried ordering.
"You don't have any room to give me orders Dumbledore," he growled "I own this school so my authority supersedes yours. Also I will only be coming to attend lessons and some meals, nothing more, I am only here as the Slytherin family bylaws state that I have to be.".
"Students are not permitted to live off of campus Harry." Dumbledore interjected smugly.
"As the owner of the school I don't have to live at the castle and furthermore as I am emancipated I may leave the grounds at any time I wish to Albus." he shot back before standing up, "We're done here.".
Then with a swish of his cloak he spun on his heel and walked out followed by the others before they all grabbed him and he activated the portkey to the island. "Daddy!" immediately after arrival he was tackled by three happy three year olds.
"Hey there," he said smiling as he scooped up his children "did you three behave for Mommy Otrera?".
"Yes." they said giving him the innocent look only a child can make.
"They were running around like crazy and asking when you would be back every five minutes." Otrera said amused as she walked up and gave him a quick kiss while the children in his arms pulled a face at the affection.
"I think it's bedtime for you three." he said chuckling as the three children in his arms began protesting vehemently and begging him not to send them to bed.
Laughing he carried them up to their rooms and tucked them all in before going to his room and joined his wives in bed.
The next morning he woke up, sandwiched between Bellona and Propheta with Otrera using him as a pillow. Seeing the sleeping forms of the women he loved he sighed, upset about being forced to attend this ridiculous academy and loosing time with his family. A few hours later he was dressed in his armor and ready to go, with Otrera, Darna, and Hestia waiting to join him while the others would stay behind. Using his ring he portkeyed into the courtyard outside the Great Hall and walked in to have breakfast as well as to get a feel for how things would play out during his seven years here.
Immediately upon walking in he saw Narcissa's son, Draco, attempting to sit in his throne and being shocked by the throne's magic at every attempt. Brushing past the panting blonde he sat upon his throne as it conjured up two smaller silver thrones for Otrera and Hestia while Darna remained in the shadows to keep an eye out for him. Turning to the blonde he said "Do not try to use that which does not belong to you." before turning to his meal while the fuming blonde stormed off.
"Is it true that you're the Lord Slytherin?" a voice asked behind him and, turning, he saw two eleven year old girls. The one who had asked had long blonde hair and icy blue eyes while her friend had chocolate brown eyes and shorter auburn hair.
"Yes I am," he said neutrally "and who would you be?".
"Daphne Greengrass," the girl said "and this is Tracey Davis.".
"Well Miss Greengrass as you are still here even after I answered your question I would assume that there is something else that you wish to know." he said, watching her expression carefully.
"I-I also heard a rumor that you're the king of the Amazons?" Daphne managed to get out clearly nervous.
"I am." he said simply, keeping his neutral tone.
"W-would you be willing to accept us into training?" Tracey asked when it appeared that Daphne lost her nerve. "We are always being looked down upon for being girls and were hoping that…" Tracey trailed off, losing her nerve much like Daphne had.
"You want me to train you so that you can feel more confident and be a part of a group that won't mock you?" he asked simply and they nodded vigorously. "This is no simple matter," he said staring them in the eye "to be an amazon takes years of training. Most of our warriors train from the ages of six up until their sixteen simply to become amazons before even being allowed to begin their full training which takes a further four to five years before they become full amazons. If you do this you would have to get the written permission form your head of house to leave the grounds to train with the rest of the amazons, you would have to take oaths of to not reveal any secrets you may learn, you would have to follow our rules, our customs, and our laws. This will tear you down and rebuild you, the process will be long and it will be grueling. Are you still willing to try?".
"I am." the two said without hesitation.
"Good," he said giving them a faint smile, the first real emotion he had shown them at all "once the letter comes I will find trainers for the two of you. Your magic will be incorporated as well when you are full amazons so don't think you may slack of on your studies here.".
"Thank you your majesty!" the two said happily before curtsying and running, likely to write their letters.
"Is everyone always going to say that?" he asked as he turned towards Otrera and Hestia who were giggling.
"Probably." Otrera said, giggling at his sulk.
Grumbling he proceeded to eat his meal, noticing the glares he received from Dumbledore and the greasy haired man the entire time.
After breakfast he headed to his first class, Transfiguration.