Chapter 6

It was an impressive group of people that sat around the large table that had been conjured in Harry's living room.

Amelia Bones, Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick, Harry Potter, the Sorting Hat, Nicholas Flamel and finally Severus Snape.

There were piles of books around the room on the law, contracts and history.

On the table, between them, was a long parchment on which was written a new contract that would be sent to the heads of each of the houses under Vassal Oath to Lord Slytherin asking for their daughters.

"The only part of this contract I can understand is the part that says 'sign here'." Harry sighed.

"I can get the gist of it but it would take me hours, possibly days to try and decipher most of it." Filius nodded.

"Most of it contains Latin terms." Nicholas shrugged. "I am fluent in Latin but I think the inclusion of Celtic terms puts it over the edge of easy comprehensibility."

"I believe the small print in Parselscript will be a deciding factor in some cases." Amelia added. "Whether for good or bad I cannot say."

"Severus, any additions, suggestions or criticisms?" Harry asked his slave.

Snape scowled. "The contract is solid. It is unbreakable. The issue is not whether the contract will hold up but whether the targets will sign.

"The letter you have crafted to accompany the contract appeals to their egos, their sense of Pureblood superiority and their greed. I predict that less than five will hesitate to sign and only two may require… additional incentives."

"Define 'additional incentives'." Minerva scowled. She wasn't used to Severus being so helpful and she didn't want Harry being put in any danger.

Severus hated being of any use to a Potter. "You will either have to resort to underhanded methods such as blackmail, threats or assassination or you will have to offer something more. Specifically a marriage contract to be fulfilled as early as your fourteenth birthday or once the girl has begun her menses." He explained blandly.

"There will likely be a clause demanding that pregnancy be achieved-"

"Yeah, we'll just kill the bastard who demands that." Harry said quickly as he began to blush.

"Please do not discuss assassination and murder so casually in my presence." Amelia groaned.

"Don't worry, it will be an honourable duel." Harry shrugged. "Fully compliant with the law."

"Still… leave me out of it."

"Severus, I want you to hand deliver these contracts." Harry instructed. "Deliver them formally in my name. You may answer simple questions but do not reveal my secrets, anyone else's secrets or imply anything about my intentions. Do you understand?"

"I do." Internally Severus was cursing his traitorous body.


Minerva, Filius and Amelia had convinced Nicholas to take the Unbreakable Vow.

Nicholas had introduced him to his wife, Perenelle. She declined to take the Vow simply because she didn't believe she needed to be privy to whatever secrets were being discussed. She had complete faith and trust in her husband.

Harry was beginning to hate being stuck in this eleven-year-old body more and more after Perenelle had taken one look at him and squealed in delight.

It doesn't matter how young they look… women old enough to be grandmothers insist on pinching your cheek.

The contracts were sent off.

Pettigrew was spilling his guts.

Sirius was in St. Mungo's under Ministry protection.

The basilisk was dead.

Harry figured he would have a boring six months until the summer when his little group would start on the horcrux hunt.

His main focus would be trying to take over the British Wizarding World.

He didn't honestly see it as much of a problem. He already had control of Lucius Malfoy and Malfoy had control of Fudge. Many of the Wizengamot members were his vassals.

All he had to do was convince the rest of them to swear loyalty to him.

Or over power them.

There would be a few problem people like Dumbledore, but if he could sway most of the rest then Dumbledore would just have to fall in line or at least not cause problems. He'd just cross that bridge when he came to it.


It was currently New Year's Eve, a few minutes to midnight, and the castle was practically empty of students and staff. Harry had spent Christmas Day with Filius, Minerva, Susan and Amelia at Bones Manor at the insistence of Amelia. She was intent on ensuring that Harry experienced some normal childhood experiences, even if he was mentally eighteen.

It was a clear night sky that Harry was looking at. He could see every star with clarity. The moon was beautiful.

His previous Astronomy lessons meant he could spot the major planets and constellations.

There was the creak of a door and Harry turned to see Professor Sinastra enter the tower.

"Oh, Mister Potter. I wasn't expecting to find anyone else up here." She commented easily as she conjured a chair next to Harry's. "Looking for a star to wish on for the New Year?" She asked teasingly.

"No. I just wanted somewhere quiet to sit and it was such a nice night that I decided to enjoy the night sky." Harry said as he turned back to his view.

"It is very relaxing. As much as I enjoy seeing the sky through a telescope, sometimes I like to sit back and take in more than that tiny hole can see."

"It would be nice if we could use muggle telescopes." Harry sighed. "These brass ones aren't good for much. Muggle ones can see actual galaxies and planets!"

"Oh, you don't need to tell me." She said with passion. "Every year I put in a request for modern muggle telescopes. But the second they hear it they laugh and start going on about how muggles don't have the intelligence to make something like a telescope." She scoffed.

"I hope you didn't try and tell them that muggles have been to the moon." Harry laughed. "You'd be in St. Mungo's lickity-spit."

"I almost did once. Minerva cast a silencing charm on me though. She always tries to look out for us younger teachers." The young black woman said appreciatively.

"Something really needs to be done about those idiots in charge of our education." Harry grumbled. "Maybe we could put an article in the Prophet and Quibbler."

"A nice idea Harry, but it could lead to political problems. Purebloods like the status quo. That and the Prophet is firmly in the Ministry's pocket." She smiled sadly.

"Really…" Harry mused. "I wonder if I can change that."

"You aren't going to get up to mischief are you, young man?" She admonished teasingly.

"Me?" Harry said innocently.

"Enjoy the stars Harry Potter. There are only a few seconds left of this year. Find a star and make a wish." She laughed.

Harry turned back to the starry vista and smiled to himself. "No Professor. I won't make a wish. Instead I will make a resolution. I intend to see to it that Hogwarts doesn't just get to see the stars I am going to help them walk amongst them."


"Hermione! I think there are some people from your school to see you!" Dan Granger called over his shoulder worriedly. He really hoped they were from Hermione's school. There was the dwarf, the older woman dressed as a witch, a younger woman in jeans, a blouse and a jacket and a young boy about his daughter's age.

"Actually Mister Granger, we came to see all of you." Professor McGonagall explained respectfully. "Allow me to introduce my colleagues: Professor Filius Flitwick, the Charms Professor, Professor Aurora Sinastra, the Astronomy Professor and Harry Potter, a friend of your daughters."

"Daddy? Who is it?"

Dan turned quickly to let his daughter see their guests.

"Professors!" She gasped.

"Good morning Miss Granger." Filius beamed. "We apologise for arriving unannounced but we need some help in the non-magical world and Harry suggested you would be able to provide it."

"In the non-magical world?" She asked in confusion.

"We want to buy telescopes." Harry grinned that cheesy grin of his. "The best ones on the market. We're going to the moon!"

Hermione could see that Professor McGonagall's eye was twitching as though she had a headache… the young witch had a feeling she would be experiencing the same thing before the day was out.


"This is impossible. It has to be magic." A fifth year Ravenclaw declared authoritatively as he pulled out his wand and ran diagnostic spells on the large white telescope that had been mounted in the middle of the darkened courtyard.

It was the first day back after the holidays and Harry and Professor Sinastra had set telescopes up in an easy to access area for the evening so that everyone could get a good look at the available stars that night.

"And you believe that your skills and experience in magic are somehow better than Professor Sinastra's, Flitwick's and McGonagall's?" Harry sneered. "And I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be intelligent."

"Harry." Sinastra said warningly. She turned and addressed the Ravenclaw. "Muggles have much more powerful telescopes. This specific telescope is capable of getting a good view of many objects in our solar system and beyond but the small ones we have purchased will allow us to view nearby celestial bodies much better than the pathetic examples we have been using."

"If it was possible to view the planets like this why didn't magicals do it?" A Slytherin fourth year demanded.

"Because-"

"Harry!" The Professor snapped before he could get started again.

Harry just pouted.

"The reason that Magicals have never done this is because they never look beyond what they have." Sinastra explained. "Brass telescopes worked at the time and they never thought to try and improve on it.

"Muggles have been improving their ways on a daily basis. Several decades ago they actually travelled to the moon."

"Why would they do that?" A fifth year Hufflepuff asked in confusion.

"So they could learn more about the world we live in."

"But we don't live on the moon." A Ravenclaw pointed out.

"We do live in the same universe as the moon. The moon is responsible for the tides. Muggles know that you can't breathe on the moon. But you can jump very high and lift incredibly heavy things with just your hands.

"By understanding the way the universe works, muggles have managed to do things we can only dream of. And they do it all without magic. Imagine if we magicals pushed ourselves as hard as we could like the muggles… what could we achieve?" She challenged.

"If a muggle does it, it is probably dirty and beneath a magical." Draco sneered. "I, for one, will have nothing to do with anything a filthy muggle touched." He waved disgustedly at the telescope.

"Then you will fail my class, Mister Malfoy." Professor Sinastra said sternly. "And if I find you spouting such bigoted drivel again I will have you in detention."

"My father wouldn't hear of it." He said as though the Professor were beneath him. "I have a fine telescope crafted by magicals and I will use nothing else."

"Then you will have detention for every lesson you break my class rules. Starting tonight. You will report to Mister Filch for an hour's detention as you help him with his duties." She glared at the little ponce. "Off you go Mister Malfoy."

"My father will hear about this!" Malfoy shouted angrily.

"And you can write him after your detention."


"This is ridiculous." Harry grumbled as he sat in his sitting room with Filius and the Hat. "I've offered them a ton of money but they still want to renegotiate for marriage contracts instead."

On the coffee table were responses from three of the families sworn to Lord Slytherin. There were likely to be more on the way but these three each wanted their daughters to marry the young Lord.

"At this point Lucius Malfoy is regretting not having a daughter." Filius mused. "Whilst having Draco ensures that his property stays within his family and that his line continues, he cannot hope to gain a hold of one of the coveted Founder's Lines. He can't offer a daughter so he can't claim a familial connection which would raise his social standing even higher."

"Unless he wants to undergo an old barbaric ritual to alter Draco's gender." The Hat chuckled.

Harry paled. "Just how old are we talking?"

"It was lost when the Romans invaded, Harry. You have nothing to worry about." The Hat assured him.

"The method for creating horcruxes was also supposed to be lost." Harry retorted.

"It doesn't matter, Harry." Filius said dismissively. "You are the one who has to accept the contract. If Lucius was able to change Draco's gender it would simply mean that he has lost his heir."

There was a knock at Harry's door that led to the Slytherin Common Room.

Harry sighed as he got up and opened it.

"Pansy?" He asked. The ebony haired girl was looking very timid as she stood somewhat nervously outside his door.

"I- I- I-" She stuttered.

"Miss Parkinson, is everything alright?"

The girl jumped at Filius' voice, not having realised Harry had company.

Harry stepped back and indicated for her to enter.

Instead he found himself with an armful of Slytherin and his lips trapped by hers as she tried to kiss him.

"MMMMMHMMM HHHHMMMM!" Harry tried to speak as he frantically gestured to Filius.

"Miss Parkinson! Please, a little decorum!" Filius snapped… he was desperately trying not to laugh at the sight of Harry struggling with the girl.

Harry was having more than a little struggle. Pansy was a well fed and healthy young girl.

Harry was a malnutritioned little runt. He had no chance of winning a physical battle with anyone over the age of ten. Goblins notwithstanding.

There was a flash of red light between the pair and Pansy slumped in Harry's arms. He glared at Filius and the Hat. "A little help would have been nice."

"You seemed to have things well in 'hand'." Filius smirked as he watched Harry send a messenger spell.

"Just help me put her on the couch." Harry snapped.

Filius drew his own wand and levitated her.

A few seconds later Snape ran into the room.

"Severus, good. Do you know why Pansy just jumped me?" Harry asked his slave.

"In what manner did she 'jump' you?" He asked snidely.

"She kissed him rather vigorously." Filius said smugly.

Snape rolled his eyes. "I cannot say for certain but it is possible that she was instructed to woo you."

Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I think she skipped a few steps."

There was another knock, this time on the door leading to the halls. Harry quickly let Minerva in.

"What is the emergency, Harry?" She asked quickly.

"Really, Harry? This isn't all that of a big deal." Filius sighed.

"She didn't even talk to me!" Harry argued. "She just… kissed me!"

"Who? Miss Parkinson?" Minerva asked curiously. "I thought you weren't interested in the girls because they were too young for you."

"I am! I mean… they're cute and pretty… but I'm eighteen years old trapped in an eleven-year-old body! I assume paedophilia is regarded as disgusting in the magical world as it is in the muggle world?"

"This is a fairly grey area, Harry." The Hat spoke up. "You have the knowledge and memories of your last life, but you've also been given a fresh start. Also… I highly doubt you are going to attempt to engage in sexual activities with these girls before they are older."

"And I will still be some seven years older than them, mentally."

"Again, a grey area. You will be growing up with them." The Hat returned. "You are not an eighteen-year-old wandering through the common rooms and looking for an eleven-year-old bride. When they are fourteen, you will not be a twenty-one-year-old. You will be more experienced and hopefully more understanding."

"You will also have to suffer through puberty again." Severus spoke up with a slight glint of enjoyment. It pissed Harry off, but not in a mean way. "You will be surrounded by young and nubile flesh that is readily available and yet- arrgghh!" Snape fell to the ground in agony as his neck glowed red.

"Insulting your master and getting off on his suffering is not how a slave should act boy." The Hat said smugly. "I bet you won't be making that mistake again."

"Perhaps we should return to the issue of Miss Parkinson?" Minerva suggested as they turned their backs on Severus and ignored his pain. "You can't just go around stunning potential suitors simply because you are not ready for a relationship."

"Alas, I do not believe she was acting entirely of her own free will." The Hat offered. "She was entirely too nervous when she came here and she was surprised to discover Filius and myself here. Yet that did not deter her from… what she did."

"You think Severus was right? That she was instructed to engage Harry?" Filius asked.

"I think she might have been more than 'instructed'." Came the grave response. "I believe she may be under some sort of oath or compulsion. She clearly didn't want an audience when she came here, yet she acted anyway instead of leaving and returning later."

Filius drew his wand and began casting spells over the unconscious girl on the couch. "Oh dear." He muttered. "It is definitely an oath and not a compulsion charm." He informed them. "Her magic is literally fighting against her."

"Severus, get Poppy." Harry ordered. "And try not to hurt yourself on the way." He taunted.

Snape stormed off in a huff.

"Hat, the Parkinsons are my vassals, what rights do I have?" Harry asked. "Can I go through her belongings?"

"You own the castle, Harry. You can go through anyone's belongings."

"Professor McGonagall, I am ordering you to search through Miss Parkinson's belongings to see if you can find any clues as to what oath she took and the details. Take Professor Flitwick with you."

"Someone should stay here with Miss Parkinson." Minerva objected.

"Aunt Minnie, we've just been over this. I'm not really eleven. I can look after her until Poppy and Severus get here."

There was another knock at the door and Harry quickly answered it, hoping it was Poppy.

"Oh for Merlin's sake." He grumbled as he cast a quick stunner.

There was a thud as a blonde haired girl in a very skimpy negligée fell to the floor.

"What on Earth is Miss Farley doing here dressed like that?!" Minerva demanded.

Harry just looked at her incredulously.

"Honestly Minerva." The hat said in exasperation. "I would think it was fairly obvious. Gemma Farley, like Pansy Parkinson, has been coerced into snagging the young Lord Slytherin."

"I have a feeling this is going to be a long night." Filius sighed as a similarly attired Tracey Davis arrived.

She quickly fell to the floor from a stunner.


"Archibald Farley, Gregory Davis and Waylen Parkinson. You are all officially being charged with attempted line theft." Amelia said sternly as she surveyed the three men sitting in the interrogation room before her. "Your daughters were all found to have been bound by similar oaths. The question now is not whether you will be convicted, but how much you will suffer for your crimes."

"This is outrageous!" Archibald said indignantly as he tried to stand. He failed due to the chains holding him down. "I demand to be released at once!"

"Criminals don't get to make demands." Amelia retorted. "Gentlemen, it seems Mister Farley isn't interested in any form of leniency." She addressed the other two men. "Do either of you wish to turn it down as well?"

"We are each the head of a noble house, Madam Bones." Waylen said smugly. "As such, we demand that you send for the Minister so that we might deal with him directly."

"What about you, Davis?" Amelia challenged.

"The DMLE has no right to interfere in matters between noble houses." Gregory stated firmly. "You can be sure that we will be bringing up your conduct before the Wizengamot."

"The DMLE has no right to interfere in matters between noble houses?" She parroted. "I guess Lord Slytherin was right all along." She moved to the door and opened it. "I have been informed by no less than four Heads of Noble Families that I am prohibited from interfering. I suppose I have no choice but to leave this matter in your hands." She said as Harry and Severus walked in.

"Don't worry Madam Bones. I'll make sure to clean up any blood." Harry grinned as he sat down opposite the three men.

Amelia nodded and left, closing the door behind her.

"Gentlemen, this afternoon when your daughters came to me and attempted to fulfil the oaths they had been forced to swear, I thought that you had made my life a living nightmare. An attempted line theft! There hasn't been one of those in centuries!" Harry grinned.

The three men were confused by the happy eleven-year-old in front of them and their former fellow Death Eater standing in the corner.

"I thought I was going to have to take drastic measures to save those girls from losing their magic and dying because I wouldn't let them fulfil their oaths. Let me assure you… that made me very angry." He said with a humourless smile.

"However!" He said suddenly, causing the men to jump. "After discussing my options with the Sorting Hat, Severus here and a few trusted advisors, I discovered that you have actually done me and the girls a huge favour!

"You see; you have betrayed your Lord."

"You are not our Lord." Waylen sneered.

"Magic says otherwise." Harry shrugged. "Interestingly enough; so do your highly vaunted Pure Blood laws." He smiled dangerously. A disturbing sight on an eleven-year-old.

Harry turned to Snape. "I'm sure you are all acquainted with Severus Snape from your days kissing a half-blood's boots. Here are a few pertinent facts about one Severus Tobias Snape. The self-proclaimed Half-Blood Prince!"

Snape's eyes widened in shock. He had no idea how the little bastard had managed to find out that particular piece of information. His family history was a matter of public record, but that title was something he had made up in school and he had told no one.

Harry enjoyed the look on Snape's face, but ploughed on regardless.

"Severus once got himself into a very sticky situation. My father, James Potter, saved his life. Magic recognised a debt. A life debt." Harry turned back to the three, chained men. "Years later, having failed to repay the debt, he betrayed my father and my family by delivering them to Lord No Name."

The three men bristled at the insult to what they considered the greatest wizard of all time.

"Severus Snape is now my slave. A slave enforced by magic." Harry grinned.

"Impossible!" Archibald scoffed.

"Prove it then." Waylen smirked. "The only thing you can truly prove is that Severus is weak willed and has chosen to obey you."

Harry just shrugged. "Ok, I can prove it. Archibald Farley, Waylon Parkinson and Gregory Davis, I, Lord Harry James Potter of Slytherin, claim your lives and property as payment for the oaths you have broken."

Just like Severus back in Dumbledore's office, the three men fell to the ground in pain and wheezing as a light shone around their necks.

Harry walked to the door and opened it. "Madam Bones, could you bring in the others?"

He moved back to his seat as Madam Bones, Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall levitated the unconscious bodies of Gemma, Tracey and Pansy.

"Gentlemen, I order you to release your daughters from any and all oaths and compulsions you may have placed them under." Harry said sternly as he enervated the three girls but petrified them at the same time so they couldn't 'attack' him again.

Very stiffly and clearly trying to struggle against the orders, the three men released the girls from their oaths.

Harry smiled and turned to Flitwick and McGonagall. "Could you get them back to Poppy and Hogwarts, please?"

The two professors nodded and levitated the students out.

"Now then, gentlemen." Harry grinned maliciously. "As you have no doubt realised, I own you. You have lost everything. But your suffering doesn't end here!

"You are being officially charged with line-theft and attacking your Lord. You will confess everything to Madam Bones here in her position as the Head of the DMLE. If she asks you a question you will answer truthfully and conceal nothing. You will not fight or struggle against her or the Aurors.

"Finally, other than myself, Madam Bones and Severus Snape, no one else is allowed to know that I have claimed you as my slaves because of your actions. You will simply not mention it."

Harry nodded to Amelia before snapping his fingers for Severus to follow him and walking out.


Harry and Severus were standing in front of three beds in the Hospital Wing. Gemma, Pansy and Tracey were lying down and looking fairly glum.

"Good news, bad news situation I'm afraid." Harry sighed. "The good news is that you won't have to worry about your fathers trying to force you into anything. They have just confessed to their crimes and are due to go to trial within a month.

"Bad news: The houses of Farley, Parkinson and Davis have been eradicated. Your fathers broke their vassal agreements and the price was… everything.

"As of the moment they bound you by those oaths and compulsions everything that made up their houses became mine. As a result you are currently without house or family and are relying on my good will.

"We are working on getting you into my house."

"Quick and dirty involves concubine contracts.

"Long and arduous requires me to try and rebuild your houses from the ground up."

"So… you aren't going to keep us as your sex slaves?"

Harry looked at the fourth year girl with a bit of worry. She sounded almost… disappointed.

"I am not a fan of slavery." He said slowly. He then glared at Snape who had snorted a scoff. "But it does have its uses." He allowed. "It would be better for the three of you if we could make sure you have some sort of freedom. Slavery would mean you have no rights. The Ministry wouldn't acknowledge you. They wouldn't let you take your OWLS or NEWTS. You wouldn't even be allowed to attend Hogwarts.

"Don't forget how stupid some of your friends might be as well. If they hear you are slaves they won't want to be associated with you."

Harry was thankful that Gemma seemed to realise the predicament she was in.

He didn't want to deal with fan girls.

Although she had never exhibited those traits before.

"Anyway, we are working on adoption procedures for each of you. We are also investigating your mothers. If they are as guilty as your dads then they will probably join them. If not then… I'll consider offering them a place in one of my houses."

"What about my baby brother?" Gemma asked worriedly. "He's the heir to the Farley family."

"Really?" Harry said in surprise. "How old is he?"

"Five."

"I'll have to speak with my advisors. We'll try and do what is best for all of you." He promised.


Harry was not getting married at the physical age of eleven.

He had made that quite clear to an amused Filius Flitwick.

The Hat had tried to point out that Gemma was fourteen.

That hadn't gone over well.

Harry had spent ten minutes sitting on the hat.

Until it managed to wiggle enough to bite him on the bum.

That had been nearly a week ago. Harry and Filius had worked with Amelia to get the proper documentation to have the girls and their mothers adopted into the House of Slytherin. It was still a work in progress.

The delay meant there was more time for a leak… and when the leak occurred… all hell nearly broke loose.

"You, girl. You're mine now. I am publicly claiming you and no one else can touch you."

Harry looked up from his dinner in the Great Hall to see Marcus Flint standing several meters down the table behind Gemma Farley with his hand on her shoulder in a tight grip.

She was clearly in pain.

"Uncle Fil, you might want to call Amelia… there is about to be a bit of blood spilt." Harry said loudly as he stood up from his chair between Pansy and Goyle.

"This doesn't concern you Potter." Flint sneered through his large rotten teeth. "The girl has no family and no standing. She has no guardians. I am within my rights as the Heir of a Pureblood House to claim her as mine."

"Actually, you stupid little dickhead, she has a family and a temporary guardian. Both of whom are me." Harry said as he stomped up, Severus quickly on his heels. Not of his own volition of course.

Filius had already fled the hall to get Amelia.

"Harry, don't do anything until Madam Bones arrives." Minerva warned. "The rest of you can finish up and leave. Mister Flint, you will come-"

"Sorry, McGonagall." Flint smirked. "This is a matter of Pureblood Houses. School rules don't apply here."

"Fine by me." Harry grinned darkly.

Seconds later several suits of armour marched in and grabbed Flint by the arms. They dragged him, kicking and screaming, out of the hall.

Of course the rest of the school followed to watch.

"Mister Potter! You must stop this." Albus said sternly. "You cannot manhandle students this way. Mister Flint has the protection of the school and I will be-"

"He already denounced that protection when he insulted Aunt Minnie." Harry scowled. "He stated that this is a matter between Pureblood Houses. So I, as the Head of House Slytherin and Potter, am evicting him from my home. If he wants to continue a Hogwarts' education then he will have to do so by correspondence."

Albus scowled as he could only watch as Flint was booted through the gates by the armour. It was one thing for Harry to make claims about owning the castle or even having the armour defend the students… but he couldn't let the boy use this unusual ability to abuse others. He stormed off to his office. He had calls to make, there would be fall out over this.


The fall out came the next day at breakfast when a very worried Albus led a smirking Marcus Flint senior and junior into the hall.

"Mister Potter, your actions-"

"Out of the way Old Man." Flint Senior said as he barged past. "This is a matter between families."

Dumbledore quickly spun in front of Flint in a move that showed that despite his advance age… he had lost none of his speed and reflexes. "This school is my responsibility, Marcus." Albus glared angrily at the man. "If you place a single one of these children in unnecessary harm then you will answer to me."

It was clear that Flint Senior remembered how powerful Dumbledore was as he actually shrank back.

Dumbledore gave a sharp nod of approval at the other man's subconscious submissive action. He then turned to Harry. "As I was saying, Mister Potter. Your actions have had repercussions. As a result of you expelling Mister Flint Junior from the castle yesterday, his father has come to challenge you."

Harry frowned. "This is my home. I can expel whom I want. I could expel you all right now and there is nothing you could do about it. How about you tell me what this is really about?"

"The girl, boy." Flint Senior sneered. "My son made a claim on the bitch and you tried to block him."

Harry slowly stood up, his face a thundercloud.

Unfortunately, he was only a fresh-faced eleven-year-old and Flint really didn't see him as a threat.

"You claimed your place as the Head of Slytherin. You made a big deal about it. So, I can legally challenge you for interfering in the Flint Family Affairs. When I win, I will be the new Lord Slytherin."

"Challenge me how?" Harry asked with quiet anger.

"A duel, whelp. Wands to the death. The way it should be."

"That's barbaric!"

Everyone turned to the outraged Hermione Granger who, despite being embarrassed by her outburst, was still horrified by what she was hearing.

"Shut up Mudblood. I'll claim you in a minute." Flint Junior sneered.

The air began to crackle as Flint Junior found himself staring down a wand held by a three fingered hand. "Miss Granger is a Muggleborn. As such, I am her Magical Guardian. It won't be Mister Potter you face, but me, if you continue your current path. As it stands, you are officially expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Junior backed up behind his father.

"Get out of my castle." Harry ordered quietly. "If you want to duel we will do it outside."

"It is pouring with rain outside." Senior scoffed.

"Then the rain will wash away your blood." Harry said sarcastically. "Hogwarts! Remove them!" Harry ordered loudly.

Junior gulped as he knew what was coming. "Father, we should wait outside."

Senior was about to berate his heir when the sound of clanking feet was heard.

Harry ignored the indignant squawks as he turned to the Staff Table and met with Minerva and Filius. "Anyway out of this?"

"No Harry." Filius said gravely. "At this moment in time, Miss Farley is without a name and a house. Having had someone publicly try to claim her, she is little more than property up for grabs."

"Harry, I hate to say this but if you had signed a marriage contract-" Minerva stopped when Harry glared at her. It was different now that she knew the truth about Harry's history. She could see the older boy in those green eyes. She could respect him as an adult.

"Severus, go to my quarters and get the contracts. Have the other two sign." Harry ordered. As Severus left he turned back to the others. "So, I have to kill Flint Senior?"

"I'm afraid so." Filius nodded. "You should be fine as long as you keep your wits about you."

"Wits? I'm eleven! He has decades of magical power over me!" Harry exclaimed.

"And you have nearly a decade of experience fighting against the odds. You've faced people well beyond your power, you've been outnumbered and unarmed and you still managed to win." Filius chastised sternly. "Focus on the fool in front of you and the duelling arena and you will be assured a victory."

"Yes Uncle Fil." Harry sighed.

"Filius, you should go and set up the duelling platform. I will bring Harry." Minerva assured him.

"Dumbledore, maybe you should ask Madam Bones to come and witness. Someone is about to die after all." Harry called over to the man who was actually talking to Hermione and answering the clearly awed girl's questions. Dumbledore nodded in agreement and hurried off.

"Miss Davis and Miss Parkinson have both signed."

Harry turned to see Snape standing there holding two long pieces of parchment. Harry had noticed that Severus wasn't sneering as much these days.

Harry took the parchment and proffered quill. He hissed as he was reminded it was a blood quill.

He slammed the parchments on his slave's chest angrily. "Don't think I didn't notice those were concubine contracts." He hissed quietly.

"The girls know." Severus shrugged. "They have no family so legally they cannot marry. Concubines are as good as they will get. Of course, there is no obligation for them to sire your children… they don't even have to sleep with you. But they do have to be seen as yours."

"I hate this society." Harry scowled.

"Let's head outside." Minerva suggested.

As they walked they were joined by two suits of armour, one of which placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

"What are my chances, Hat?" Harry asked grimly.

"Use your head and you will win. Give in to your more Gryffindor tendencies and you will not have to worry about tomorrow."

The Hat ignored Minerva's glare.

"Why does everyone assume I'm going to just start hurling curses at the git?" Harry grumbled.

"We've seen your memories." The Hat said with a smirk.

"I'll make Snape wear you." Harry threatened.

The Hat quickly shut up. He had no desire to find out what that much grease would do to him… Dumbledore used open flame candles in his office.

Outside, on the castle grounds, Flint Senior and Junior were standing in the pouring rain whilst scowling. Neither seemed to know the Impervious charm. Even if Flint Junior did get back into school, Filius would give him hell for not knowing the simple spell.

Coming up behind them with a scowl that put theirs to shame was Amelia Bones. "Flint! What the devil do you think you are playing at?" She demanded.

Senior turned and looked at her with disdain. "Family matters, woman. You have no purpose here." He said dismissively.

"Listen very carefully Flint. If you manage to kill that boy then you might as well turn your wand on yourself. Because I will make your life living hell!" She hissed into his face.

"Remove yourself from my presence woman. Once I have finished with the boy I will put you in your place." He threatened.

"Only if the boy doesn't end you first." She snapped before spinning away.

"Harry! What the devil happened here?" She demanded of the apparent eleven-year-old as she approached him and privacy charms were erected.

"The bastards found out about Farley and that his daughter was now without a house. Junior tried to claim her so I booted him out. They came back today to settle it with wands." Harry said glumly.

"I've erected a regulation duelling platform." Filius informed them as he walked up. "Albus has inspected it but perhaps you should take a look and explain the rules of the duel?" He told suggested to Amelia. "Although the final outcome will be someone's death, the manner and method of their death must conform to the law. In other words, no Unforgivables, dark or illegal spells." He explained.

"In other words, you just clipped their wings." Amelia smirked evilly.

She turned and mounted the stage before facing the contestants and students. Albus hadn't wanted them to see this but he had no right to stop it. He had reluctantly agreed that they might actually learn from the experience. Perhaps none of them would be as foolish as Harry about challenging the old laws.

It would be a dark day though. One of the wizarding world's greatest heroes was about to die a needless death. In all honesty, Harry Potter was more popular than Dumbledore. A decade of children's stories and celebrations of his vanquishing of the Dark Lord had seen to that.

"Listen to me very carefully." Amelia spoke loudly. "The Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere with a duel between families." Both Flints smirked superiorly. "However! The use of Unforgivables and the Dark Arts is still illegal." Now it was her turn to smirk at the Flints. "The usage of any of those spells will earn you the full sentence. If I have my way you will get the Dementor's Kiss.

"Duellers, take your positions." She instructed.

"Do you honestly think he can win?" Minerva asked Filius fretfully as Harry trudged up the steps.

"You've seen his memories, Minerva. He's stood up to Lord No Name, Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, a troll, a basilisk, a dragon, a whole nest of acromantulas and those god awful things that Hagrid bred in his future.

"An inbred pureblood with delusions of grandeur shouldn't give him much trouble."

"Duellers, bow." Amelia instructed.

If anyone other than Amelia had given the instruction then Harry might have refused. But he wasn't going to disrespect her.

Flint on the other hand just sneered.

"The challenger enters the duel without honour." Amelia declared.

Flint looked surprised. He hadn't expected that. It was a clause though that was upheld at tournaments. If the duellers refused to show respect for each other then their honour was called into question.

This meant that even if he won, someone else could challenge him.

And there appeared to be a long list of people vying for the position.

"Duellers! Begin!" Amelia declared before jumping back and out of the way.

"Diffindo!"

Harry leaned to the side as he dodged the cutting curse. The incantation was a relief to him as it meant that Flint couldn't silent cast.

He quickly cast three disarming spells but each was either dodged or deflected.

"Bombarda!"

"Protego!" Harry's shield barely held against the blasting curse and he was still thrown backward three feet.

Flint definitely had the advantage of raw power.

He cast five more disarming charms but they were all deflected with a look of disdain.

Harry needed a new plan. He would definitely lose if he tried to take on Flint by firing single spells at him. He needed a way to out manoeuvre him.

He made a point of remembering to tell Filius to re-watch his memories. A lot of the times he had been out numbered… he had run.

He took a step back, a pause.

Flint hesitated… unsure what the boy would do next. In theory the boy should have gone down to his first curse. He had no training after all.

Harry shook his head to clear the water from his face. It was literally tipping it down. It fell like sheets.

A slow grin spread across Harry's face. He pointed his wand at the ground and conjured a half-foot thick slab of glass that he stood on.

Once again he pointed his wand at the platform. "Fulmentius!"

Lightning poured out of his wand and struck the flooded platform. Fifteen feet away Flint began convulsing as he was electrocuted.

Harry ceased his simple charm and Flint dropped to his knees, dazed and smoking, the tip of his hair and wand was smoking.

Harry aimed his wand and quietly and firmly incanted. "Diffindo."

*Thud*

Flint Senior's head rolled off his shoulders and hit the platform with a wet splash.

"The winner is Harry Potter." Amelia said as she swallowed her rising bile. She knew the truth about Harry being from the future… but it didn't help her deal with the fact that this eleven-year-old boy had decapitated someone in a fairly cold and methodical manner.

"I'll kill you Potter! Avada Ke-"

*Thud*

Flint Junior fell to the floor unconscious due to a stunning spell from Albus Dumbledore. He looked very sombre. "Amelia, please take Marcus Flint Junior into custody for the use of an Unforgivable." He requested calmly. "And have your Aurors collect the body of Marcus Flint Senior."

Amelia just nodded, she didn't know what else to say after what she had seen.

Harry woodenly descended the steps of the platform to the waiting arms of Filius and Minerva, they tried to rush him quickly into the castle but were stopped by Severus.

"Sign here." He instructed.

Harry signed the contract for Gemma Farley.

He made a new promise with that signature… he would bring the wizarding world to its knees. They would pay for what they made him do.