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History can be a Bitch
Ragnock's conference room, Third Person POV
Harry came around a few minutes later to find himself not in bed at the Dursleys' with the whole thing being a dream, but in Gringotts, as he was before he fainted. He looked across the conference table to find Ragnock and Griffin discussing something when they noticed he was awake. Griffin turned towards Harry and apologized, "Sorry for dropping such large a bombshell on you."
"It's okay but do I really have to marry 21 women? I thought that was illegal," Harry asked.
"You don't have to marry them but the marriage contract will be passed on to any children you have and they will be forced to marry according to the contract as each one has a specific number of generations that can ignore the contract before it has to be enforced. And it is illegal for normal, everyday wizards to marry multiple women at once but wizards that are the Lords of Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses are allowed to marry up to 10 women. As you are the scion of 3 Ancient and Most Noble Houses..." Griffin explained.
"I can marry up to thirty women," Harry finished. He sighed out of exasperation and asked, "Who are the women and what families are they with?"
"Well, you are inheriting 5 contracts from the Potter inheritance, 6 from the Black inheritance and 4 from the Peverell inheritance. In total that is 15 contracts, 5 of which are of the all-available-females type. The women you will be marrying from the Potter contracts are: Luna Lovegood, Pavarti and Padma Patil, Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour, Ginerva Weasley-" Griffin started to explain before being interrupted.
"I have to marry Ginny?!" Harry asked in surprise.
Griffin nodded and continued before being interrupted again, "As I was saying: Ginerva Weasley and Alicia Spinnet."
"Alicia? But she's two years older than me," Harry interrupted again.
"Yes, she is one of your potential wives and I really would appreciate it if you didn't interrupt again please," Griffin answered in an annoyed tone. One of the American wizard's pet peeves was being interrupted constantly and it was starting to show on his face as well as in his hair. Griffin's hair was turning a crimson color, showcasing his shapeshifting abilities. Harry was wide-eyed at the sudden change in Griffin's hair color and nodded. Griffin told the younger wizard, "If you have any questions, save them for the end, please. And the hair color change can be explained by my shapeshifting abilities. Now let's continue.
"The women you will be marrying from the Black family contracts are: Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Lavender Brown, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, and Hermione Granger. I know that Hermione is a muggleborn however I can trace her lineage back to the Granger wizarding family. This actually helps support the hypothesis that many muggleborns are actually descendants of wizarding families through squib lines.
"The witches from the Peverell contracts that could be your wives are: Susan and Amelia Bones, Narcissa Black, Andromeda and Nymphadora Tonks, Hannah Abbot, and Su Li. That might seem like there are five contracts but Narcissa Black and Andromeda Tonks are sisters. Andromeda was married to a muggleborn by the name of Theodore Tonks before he died a few years ago and Nymphadora is their daughter. She was disowned by her family for being married to a muggleborn but her cousin Sirius reinstated her and her daughter into the Black family before he was sent to Azkaban. Gringotts has yet to send her a letter of notification due to a filing error caused by the chaos of the last Wizarding War and only found out about the reinstatement recently."
Harry's mouth was so wide open that if he were a cartoon character, his jaw would be on the floor. Harry noted, "Some of the people that I'm going to marry are related to each other and some are several years older than me!"
"You don't have to marry them but the contracts do have limits on how many generations can pass them on before they are enforced. Do you really want your children, your grandchildren, and your great-grandchildren to be forced to marry someone they don't love?" Griffin informed the famous wizard before him. "And at least you have the luxury of being able to find out about the contracts a few years beforehand. Others that have had unfulfilled contracts usually only found out when they turned 17 and were forced into the marriage."
Harry sat in his chair thinking about what he just learned. He realized, "Griffin made a very good point about finding out about the contracts early and having the option of allowing my children to marry who they want without worrying about marriage contracts." Harry thought about everything and he came to a decision. He looked at Griffin and Ragnock and informed, "I'll only fulfill the contracts if the women from the contracts are okay with it."
Ragnock smiled and said, "You are an example of the better side of humanity Mr. Potter. You will be a great wizard when you are done with Hogwarts."
Griffin nodded his agreement with the statement and asked, "Do you want Gringotts to inform the women or do you wish to do it yourself?"
"Some of the women from the contracts actually go to school with me so I will inform them myself. As for the others, I think it would be best if you set up a meeting and I informed them in person," Harry decided after a few minutes of consideration.
"A wise choice Mr. Potter. You informing them yourself will show that you care for their opinion," Ragnock agreed. The director of Gringotts gained a look of consideration before informing, "Some of the women from the contracts come from rather prestigious families in wizarding society so it would be a good idea to learn how to associate with such people."
Harry was about to say something when his watch beeped, informing him that it was around the time Dudley would be waking up. He told the two in front of him, "I'll do whatever it takes to make a good impression on the girls and their families. If I'm going to ruin their chance at choosing who they marry, I want them to see me a victim of this as well. I have somewhere else to be right now so-"
"You mean you have to get back to the Dursley's right? It's perfectly fine," Ragnock guessed.
"Wait, you're staying with your aunt and her family?" Griffin asked.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore placed me there," Harry answered. Immediately, Griffin's hair turned a bright crimson and his face was filled with anger.
"Dumbledore placed you with the Dursleys?!" Griffin shouted. "Why I'm gonna-"
"Why are you getting angry?" Ragnock asked.
"I'll show you," Griffin said while digging in his pile of files until he pulled out a single piece of paper. He showed the paper to Ragnock, who after reading it got as angry as Griffin.
"That son of a bitch!" Ragnock shouted.
"Will someone please tell me what is going on?" Harry asked.
"Read this and you'll see why we are mad," Griffin said while handing the paper to Harry. Harry looked it over and saw the reason behind Griffin's and Ragnock's anger.
The paper was his parents' will and the part that made Ragnock and Lucas angry read, "...Our son, Harry James Potter is to be placed with his godfather Sirius Black in the event of our death. If Sirius Black is unable to take care of him, he will be placed with the following people in order of preference: Alice and Frank Longbottom; Theodore and Andromeda Tonks; Remus Lupin; Professor Minerva McGonagall; and finally Professor Dumbledore. Under no circumstances is Harry to be placed with Vernon and Petunia Dursley..." The part that truly got Harry's blood boiling was on the bottom of the will, simply written, "List of Witnesses of the Writing of this Will: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." Harry's eyes were open wide at this revelation. He realized that Professor Dumbledore had gone against his parents' wishes and a flurry of emotions ran through his head: anger, sadness and the most prominent of all, a sense of betrayal. Harry put the will down and asked, "Why wasn't this will carried out?"
"Because somebody hid it in a container covered in notice-me-not charms," Griffin said. "The only reason I noticed it was because I cast a general but really powerful disenchantment charm on every object that I find in the Hall of Family Records."
"Somebody didn't want this will to be carried out and I think we all can guess who," Ragnock concluded.
"Dumbledore," Harry confirmed with a tone of resentment in his voice. He was angry at the headmaster of Hogwarts for making the last twelve years of his life miserable and now he wanted to find out why.
Half an hour earlier, with Bill Weasley.
Bill walked up to the man in front of him and asked, "May I see your cane please?"
Lucius Malfoy sneered at the redhead and insultingly remarked, "Why, are you so poor that you can't afford a cane, Weasley?"
"No, I just have a suspicion that I need to put to rest, Malfoy," Bill remarked without flinching.
Just as Lucius was about to insult him again, Narcissa Malfoy stepped in and quietly said, "Just let him see the cane so that we can be on our way, Lucius."
"Fine," the pureblooded wizard relented. He handed the cane to Bill, who examined it before smiling. The cane looked exactly like Lucius' usual cane with his wand hidden in the snakehead on top but being an expert in identifying dark artifacts allowed Bill to see it for what it truly was.
"Busted," he remarked in his head. Bill gave the cane back and apologized sarcastically and smugly, "Sorry to inconvenience you. Have an interesting day." Bill walked off, making it look like he had somewhere to be while discreetly watching the Malfoy's. He waited until they were facing in the other direction and approached a security guard. He quietly informed the security guard, "Mr. Lucius Malfoy is carrying a sanguicoquitan cane, a level 4 dark artifact. Contact the Aurors and tell them to meet me in my office." The security guard nodded and set out to do just that.
A few minutes later, Bill filled in the Aurors on the situation and they set out to arrest the pureblood bigot. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had been going leave Gringotts when the Aurors got to them. The security guards near the main entrance got ready to pull out their wands should something happen. Auror Kingsley approached Mr. Malfoy and said, "Lucius Malfoy, you are under arrest."
"On what charges!" the silver-haired wizard cried in outrage.
"Possession of a level 4 dark artifact," was his reply. Mrs. Malfoy immediately glanced at her husband's cane and realized what it was. Inwardly, she smiled as she finally would get what she wanted for years now. Kingsley nodded to the Auror on his left, a certain pink-haired metamorphmagus, who grabbed the cane from the silver-haired wizard while Kingsley pointed his wand at him.
"That is mine! You can not just take it from me!" Lucius shouted.
Auror Tonks gave the cane to the man on Auror Kingsley's right. He examined it and determined, "You were right about calling us, Mr. Weasley. This is definitely a sanguicoquitan cane." Bill nodded in acknowledgment.
Kingsley nodded and continued the arrest, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you during your trial..." he said as he started to put him in handcuffs. The look on Lucius Malfoy's was that of pure rage, which was directed at the redheaded curse breaker as he was being dragged out of Gringotts. Said curse breaker was smiling smugly until out of the corner of his eye he noticed something that he saw as rather odd. Narcissa Malfoy was smiling in happiness at her wedding ring. That's when he noticed the gem on top, which normally was a vibrant green, turn a dull gray and it was then he realized what had happened.
Narcissa Black, formerly Malfoy, walked over to the redhead and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, you rescued me from a miserable marriage," she thanked.
"Your welcome, I guess," was Bill's response. Narcissa smiled at him and walked out the main entrance of Gringotts. He heard the crack of apparation and guessed that Narcissa was going to her former home to retrieve her belongings. The redhead had no idea that his actions would make his little brother's best friend's life more complicated.
Meanwhile at the Granger Residence.
Hermione was sitting on her bed doing her homework. Or she was attempting to do it, as thoughts about her best friend kept popping up in her head. He had grown over the past three years and was really starting to become handsome which brought up feelings that she wanted to avoid. "Come on Hermione! You can't think like that right now, focus on your transfiguration homework. I wonder if Harry is done with his homework. No! No more thoughts about Harry and his hair and his growing muscles... and his vivid green eyes... Argh! Why can't I focus on something else besides Harry!" Hermione shut her book and lay back on her bed, her face flushed as thoughts about her best friend were arousing her.
Adult Content Warning!
"I can't concentrate on my homework with thoughts of Harry on my mind. I guess... just this once." Hermione slowly grabbed her developing breasts through her shirt and started to massage them. Her breathing started to become shallower and her skin started to glisten with sweat as she increased the speed of her kneading. She slipped off her shirt and continued fondling her breasts through her bra. Hermione could feel her nipples stiffen out of arousal and a wet spot form on the front of her panties. To get more access to her breasts, she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. She reached out her hand and let the bra drop to the floor beside her bed. Luckily her parents weren't home and the neighbors were on vacation so she could be as loud as she wanted. "Oh, Harry," she breathed out as she started to pinch her nipples in between her pointer and forefinger. In her mind, she fantasized that it was Harry pleasuring her. Fantasy Harry rolled her nipples between his fingers and her real hands mimicked this action. Fantasy Harry started to suckle her nipples, alternating between breasts while using his hands to pleasure the unoccupied one. If someone were to look in on Hermione in real life, they would see her suckling her own breasts; even though they were still developing, they were still large enough, probably around a C-cup, and she was flexible enough to reach.
After a while, the stimulation from her breasts wasn't enough and Hermione slowly reached a hand down her body until it came upon the sacred spot between her legs. She rubbed her womanhood through her pants while moaning and fondling her breasts. To get more stimulation, Hermione slipped off her shorts and panties, exposing her womanhood to the cool air. The bookworm rubbed at her folds, which by now was soaking with precum. Hermione reached her other hand down to her clitoris and gave it the same treatment as she gave her tits, pinching it and rolling it between her fingers. Fantasy Harry was doing this and preparing to enter the writhing and flushed witch below him. Hermione could feel her climax building up and up until she slipped her fingers inside herself. That last jolt of pleasure was enough to push her over the edge with a shout of, "HARRY!" When she came down from her high of pleasure, Hermione felt exhaustion sweep her body. Which was understandable as this was the first time she had ever masturbated before. Hermione mindlessly said one thing before slipping into unconsciousness, "I love you, Harry Potter."
Well, it seems as if Dumbledore is partially responsible for Harry's the last twelve years of misery and Hermione is in love with her potential future husband already, even if she doesn't know it herself. What will come of this? You'll have to find out in three weeks.