Only a few days after the later, Professor McGonagall approached Harry to 'remind' him that, as a champion, he was required to open the Yule Ball. "Mister Potter, all of your friends have put in to go home for Yule. Who will you open the ball with if they are all gone?"
"There is a ball at the ministry that night. How could I not allow my ladies to dance at a ball that means something?" Harry responded with a cheek.
"Mister Potter, 10 points from Ravenclaw for denigrating our school," Minerva responded with some heat.
"Ha, who I will be taking to school ball will be a surprise. I am told that the betting pool is fierce. Do you have galleons on who I will take perhaps?" Harry said with a sly smirk.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Mister Potter." McGonagall turned to leave. As Harry laughed McGonagall gave him a hard stare. "Though I would appreciate it since your ladies will not be here if you took a lioness to the dance."
{S}
"We have a problem. The problem predates the first task." Hermione started.
"That was ominous," Harry replied.
"She is right. I think something is going on that sucks for you." Daphne said.
"I thought so. Well, what is Dumblefuck up to?"
"Victor told me that Karkaroff ordered him to avoid you. He is allowed to talk or whatever with the other champions except you. He was threatened with extreme punishment if he violates those orders." Hermione said sadly.
"Fleur has it worse. Her father is the head of France's DMLE. The supreme mugwump put pressure on Sébastién. So, he sent Fleur a letter explaining the details. That letter had a warning. People in the British ministry are trying to have her disqualified for being a veela. Or arrested and sent to Azkaban for corrupting or seducing you. Either because she is of legal age and you are not. Or that she using her allure to have her wicked way with you. If you do shag, they would treat her allure the same as if she used the imperius curse on you. Or because she is an older seductress." Daphne stated.
"Was this before or after the first task?" Harry asked.
The girls said before in unison.
"Bugger." Harry said. "What about the betrothal agreement?"
"Language," Hermione stated, Harry laughed.
"It is still there, but Sébastién had it dated for after you turn of age. He has not changed it despite your emancipation."
"Okay that bites, but I understand. Susan, you are up." Harry said. "Cedric."
"He was threatened with expulsion as the stick, head boy as the Carrot. Both came straight from Dumbledore. The only good news, Sprout has been overruled by the bastard. He told Sprout not to stop any anti-Harry bullshit as well as the tripe with Cedric." Susan said.
"So, there is proof that Dumbledick is our enemy. You're right that is great news. Well, Luna, the betting pool?" Harry asked.
"Well, the headmaster put his unwanted beak in there as well. He forbids any bets involving you except which task kills you. How the task kills you. How long it takes you to bleed out; etc." She said while focusing on Harry.
"So, he doesn't allow any bullying except for me. He allows the other champions to at least talk to each other but again, not me. All I can do is die, and probably the more gruesome the better, at least according to how he impacted the betting pool." Harry sighed.
"Well then, he only has himself to blame for the bad press." Harry smiled. "You are creating what we want Rita to print?"
"Yes, we are only waiting for the next task. It will make dumbledick seem so much worse." Narcissa said.
Harry grinned. "Why will it be worse?"
"Have you ever heard of the Treaty of Nice?" Hermione asked.
"No, sorry, I have never heard of it," Harry admitted.
"It rarely comes up. Unless you are the Supreme Mugwump. That person has to re-ratify it every twenty years. Dumbledore has had to sign at least one of the re-ratifications. It is a treaty between the Veela Nation and the Merfolk." Hermione said in her teaching tone. "No Veela can enter merfolk terrain. I checked.
The merfolk in the black lake fall under the treaty."
"That can be interesting," Harry replied.
"I would assume that the merfolk made some sort of arrangements with the headmaster for the tournament. But there will be no one actually in the lake to enforce it." Hermione said." "Nor is there proof of any agreement that Fleur can enter the mervillage without causing a war."
"So, Fleur is going to have issues," Harry smirked.
"They can kill her on sight. I wonder how the judges will explain it." Hermione responded.
"We cannot let that happen. I was going to be nice on that task since you all will be safe. Now I cannot." Harry shrugs. "Be nice, just sit at the dock and do nothing."
"You know, if you, your hostage, and Fleur were the only people to survive, it would cause more issues, right?" Daphne asked.
"I know that the hostages will be chained with seaweed and wards to keep them safe, unconscious until they reach the surface," Hermione stated. "At least until the hour ends."
Harry smiled. "You can show me how to make the wards fail and the seaweed too tough to cut." Hermione nodded. "What we can do is make it worse?"
"Depending on the hostage. Calling DMLE on the kidnappers. I know the judges think they are immune to prosecution, but the visual. Plus, this could cause a blood feud." Susan added.
"Cissa, I think Fleur would make a great lady Peverell. We have to make sure she survives. Could you find out if she has a successful strategy for the task?" Harry asked. "Also, find out who they are going to use as hostages for the other champions. We actually may have to save all of them."
{l}
Hermione knew that Harry was stressed. Would Harry be able to get out of the castle? So, she decided to relieve his tension. The other girls decided to help.
Hermione was wrapped in the arms of Harry, her arms around his neck. She peppered his jaw with feather-light kisses before nipping at his lips. The rough stubble from his cheeks poked her skin. "Would you mind experimenting with me tonight?" she whispered. His cock was pressed hard against her stomach and twitched at her question, "What did you want to do?"
Hermione paused and then said. "I want you to bugger me." His eyebrows rose into his fringe.
"Please?"
"Why?"
"I'd like to try it at least once. Also, it is my last virginity. Plus, I have to do it before your other girls." She said with pride.
"I don't want to hurt you." He said earnestly while looking into her eyes.
"A little pain is alright. After all, I was expecting the first time in the right hole to hurt me quite a bit, then it was supposed to get better, oh so much better. Thanks to that potion it went from much better to oh Merlin." He realized she had thought it out completely, knowing her. "Thanks to Luna, we have been wearing plugs to stretch that hole for your use.
"So long as you're sure?" Harry asked.
She nodded and then kissed him until they simply had to part to catch up on their oxygen debt. "Just a minute." She said and cast the wandless cleaning and lubing spells up her ass before turning back to him. "Use my cunt to get nice and slippery, then shove it in my ass. Promise me you'll get it inside?"
Harry gulped and spared a glance over her bare shoulder to the action on the bed. Luna was on her back, with Daphne reversed over her, each was feverously licking the other's cunt while their fingers dug inside, caressing the other's G-Spots.
A loud snap pulled his attention back to the girl in his arms. Her long fingers were an inch from his nose before she put her hand back behind his neck. "All the way," Hermione said firmly and she finally got a nod of acceptance from him. "Then you don't stop pounding until you cum in me."
He licked his lips and then kissed her deeply. Instead of fighting, she gave completely into him, molding her body to his and allowing his tongue to caress hers. Hermione was glad that she had decided that she'd allow him anything. She loved how this allowed her complete access to him; in the paltry access to all of herself. She ran a gentle caress over his balls, cupping them before tracing delicately up his length causing him to shiver and pull away from her mouth. Strings of their saliva stretched between their mouths, connecting them still.
"You will claim my ass and take it for your pleasure." She husked and he nodded firmly, lust overcoming any further resistance on his part.
He pulled her to the far side of the large bed, where they had plenty of room, and she eagerly climbed on the bed. Leaving her ass high in the air she pulled her knees as far forward as she could and pressed her chest into the soft sheet.
It was only a moment after she felt his weight on the bed before he slipped completely into her wet core. She grunted at the sudden change, one second empty and yearning, and the next full and satisfied. His fingers dug deeply into her hips, giving him purchase to thrust violently into her for about two minutes, then pulled out completely.
"Bury your whole length inside my virgin arse." She said clearly, then put her head down again and clenched her jaw tightly.
Harry gently pulled the buttplug out of her ass and tossed it on the floor. Then the wet tip of his cock settled into the puckered rosebud of her ass and he pressed forward, one hand firmly on her hip, the other pressing him down into her. Then the head popped past her sphincter and was inside of her. She jerked but remained silent at the sudden intrusion.
Hermione knew that the more pain and stress she showed, the more likely it was that he would stop. She didn't want him to stop. She expected it to be painful but mind-blowing, after all. She had taken maiden's relief, assuming it would blunt the pain.
He pushed forward, and she shoved back, hard and fast. The result was he shot completely into her so fast that his balls slammed forward and slapped her clit hard enough to make him grunt in pain. There was no pain but the stretching was intense, but she kept pushing against him while his pelvis was pressed against her tailbone.
Then he pulled back and she ground her teeth and started to feel a bit of pleasure with the uncomfortable stretching. He would take her! He thrust forward again, not quite as hard or fast as a moment ago and she let out the breath she'd been holding.
"Take me!" She managed to cry out and his fingers dug painfully into her hips, using her bones to slam her back against him with his strong arms. "Yes!" she breathed and lay her head down again with her eyes closed.
The pleasure increased the more he continued to plunder her ass. She was close to cumming.
Now it was only pleasure; she liked being buggered. With that amount of pleasure; she decided that she would never deny him this should he ask for it. If he did not ask, she would put it on the menu anyway. Luna had been right, the buttplug made this so easy.
She put her hand on her clit, to edge her further along. She was having issues with only one hand trying to keep her anchored for his thrusts.
Harry seemed to reach the point where he finally lost control and he began slamming into her ass hard and fast. Yes, this was bliss. His sweat was dripping on her back, and pooling in the hollow of her spine. He was grunting loudly and she didn't care who heard it. She would satisfy his needs and hers.
He slowed, repositioned his knees, and then began an even more frantic pace as he approached his end. Then with a final groan, his seed shot into her and she was pulled along with him, over the edge. He gave her an amazing climax. She once again marveled at the amount of his seed, her belly was slightly distended.
"Yes," She managed to say, half-conscious. "Thank you," Harry claimed the last part of her. Part of her was slightly embarrassed. She pushed the issue to make sure she beat Luna to it. The little blonde admitted that she wanted to be airtight with Harry, her, and Daphne before the end of the school year. She was sure she could do that also. She would do it before Luna could beat her to it.
Harry checked on Hermione once he could think. The girl under him as she was content with his rough use of her body. Hermione let out a soft sigh and her legs straightened to lightly press against his. She didn't open her eyes or move to turn over. Instead, she seemed to be hovering at the edge of blissful sleep.
"It's alright Harry," Luna said softly. He turned to the other ladies on the bed, who'd either completed their tryst or paused to watch. They were grinning at him and kneeling on the other side of the bed.
"Come here, love," Daphne said with a warm smile. Instead of climbing over Hermione, he went backward off of the bed and walked around to them. Casting a wandless cleaning charm on his cock as he reached them.
"You did what she asked, now do what I ask, and fuck me through the bed," Daphne whispered, tracing his nipple with her index finger.
Harry just stood there looking at them.
"Thank you, Harry," Susan said. "You did what she wanted. Please don't ever feel bad about doing what we ask; even if it gives us pain. It might have hurt her at first, but it looks like she enjoyed it thoroughly by the end."
"I might remind you, none of us are against it either," Daphne said. "We expect you to bugger us in the future. We are looking forward to it."
"Yep," Luna said, answering his unasked question. "You will claim my ass soon too. We have been getting our tails ready by wearing butt plugs. I cannot wait until I feel all my holes filled.
By all of you." She kissed his cheek gently as Daphne cupped his balls. Harry jerked at the sudden attention, but his cock grew hard again. Luna pushed him to roll over atop Daphne, who quickly spread her long legs wide apart for him to slide into her. She gave a contented grunt as he slid completely home.
"Isn't he perfect?" Susan asked the witch under him.
"Umm hmmm." She hummed and pulled Luna over so they could kiss. Having just cum moments ago, and being in a very wet tunnel, meant that it was quite a while before Harry was close to a second climax.
Daphne thrust up to meet each of his into her. Even when he hooked her legs with his elbows and pressed her legs farther apart, she welcomed him deeper inside of her.
The new position caused him to speed up his pace as sweat dripped from his nose to her breasts. Suddenly he was flooding her womb with his seed and she was clenching down tightly on his shaft. Her eyes rolled up into her head. Her orgasm was so intense.
He collapsed atop Daphne, releasing her legs, which she wrapped around his ass to pull him hard against her as they came down. Amid their hard breathing, she managed to plant a wet kiss on his lips.
Several minutes later Luna gently untangled them and rolled Harry onto his back beside the content witch. She then claimed his cock with her mouth, cleaning him and working to get him hard yet again. Susan cleaned out Daphne.
Luna took nearly five minutes of work, but he rose to the challenge. Before he could move to climb atop her, she was hovering over him and skewered herself upon his shaft.
She shivered at the sensation with her eyes closed. Then grinned down at him and started working him to yet another climax. He reached up, caressing her chest, tugging firmly on her erect nipples. She groaned and leaned down so he could latch onto one.
Susan surprised him to shift and put her head beside his to latch onto the other swinging nipple. "Oh," Luna gasped, biting her lower lip at the triple stimulation she was receiving. But her legs kept shifting her up and down on him, seemingly ignorant of everything else going through her mind, they kept the pace steady and deep. She came three times, each one causing her to nearly come to a complete stop, but somehow managing to continue moving, if a bit slower until she recovered. She was getting tired though.
She was rescued by Susan. Susan pushed her off and took her place. As she lowered herself down, she stopped at her barrier. Then she took a long breath, then slammed herself down breaking it; cumming hard as she did so. She also lasted two more orgasms until on the last one both Harry and her came together.
Narcissa saw how worn-out Harry looked. So, she only cleaned both of them up with her mouth, swallowing one last load from Harry before they all fell asleep. She was disappointed that the girls wore the boy out. His cock, however, was still ready to go.
{S}
Narcissa walked up to McGonagall at the gates of Hogwarts. "Professor McGonagall; here are the forms allowing these ladies to leave for the holidays." She handed all but one form she had in her hands. Hermione, Luna, Susan, and Daphne walked past.
"I am surprised that Mister Potter did not see his ladies off?" Minerva asked looking at the older lady with suspicion.
"Why would he do that? He left earlier today I thought. As a matter of fact. Here is his form." Narcissa said as she handed the last form to the older woman. Then she moved to the carriage where Harry's ladies had boarded. The grin on her face would not melt butter. It was only matched by Harry's ladies. They were looking forward to the ministry ball. Astoria would like her surprise.
McGonagall watches the seneschal in shock. In a few seconds, she flicked her wand and sent her patronus to the headmaster.
{S}
"Narcissa Malfoy!" Albus thundered.
"Headmaster, it is Narcissa Black now, and you don't have to shout. Now hurry up and let me know what you want. I have to get aboard the train." Narcissa replied with a frown.
"Where is Harry Potter?" Albus demanded.
"I have no clue. His solicitor sent him a package yesterday. This morning he was gone when I got up. Now if you excuse me, I have a train to catch."
"Seneschal Black, as a champion, Mister Potter…," Albus exclaimed.
"He is not a champion, headmaster, he does not represent any school." Narcissa interrupted.
"He is still expected to attend, Miss Black," he said with a stern and commanding voice. "It's tradition! He is expected to open the Yule Ball. His attendance is, therefore, mandatory."
"No, Headmaster, it is not," retorted Narcissa. "Nowhere in the manual; you provided; does it state that Harry has to attend the Ball. Our legal representative has already gone through it with a fine-tooth comb and agrees with that opinion. That book specifically states 'the three champions'. Harry would make a fourth, and as he is not a champion as defined, his attendance is most certainly not mandatory. Besides, I think Harry and his ladies have other plans."
{S}
"I win," Susan said with glee.
"What did you do, my sexy Auror?" Harry asked.
"I got a few rumors to spread throughout the school. Aurors would be doing prefect duty the night of the ball. Anyone caught in a broom closet or less than completely sober would be taken to the ministry holding cells; only released when the appropriate parental or guardian units come to pick them up. There will be Aurors here, just not for such duty they will be showing up the day before and will be very visible."
"That is evil. Very evil. Very Slytherin." Daphne said with pride.
"Very true. The other rumor; ministry officials will be at the ball. Any issues they catch will make it harder to get positions in the ministry." Susan beamed knowing that a few ministry officials would be at the ball dinner.
"That is so, so… I am beyond words. Only those that do not want to imbibe, and those only going as just friends will attend. Since it has gotten around both the Beauxbâtons and Durmstrang students, the bull shit Fleur has been threatened with regarding sexual contact; most of them will not attend either." Harry replied. "You will not only get rewarded; you get my admiration and thanks. This will so totally slap Dumblefuck in the face."
{N}
POTTER ATTENDS HIS FIRST MINISTRY BALL
Dear readers. The Prophet has learned that, now that the Wizengamot cleared him of wrongdoing during the first task, Harry Potter; one of the champions of the Tri-Wizard Tournament attended the Ministry Ball. This was the first official foray as heir to three houses.
Mister Potter was seen with a bevy of lovely ladies at the Ministry Yule Ball. This includes a muggleborn; two daughters of House Greengrass, and daughters of each, House Bones, and House Lovegood.
His participation was not without controversy.
There was an official complaint from Ludo Bagman; that Mister Potter should have attended the Tri-Wizard dance at Hogwarts.
According to his solicitor, Mister Potter was not contractually obligated to attend Hogwarts's ball. As a future member of the Wizengamot; Mister Potter felt it would be more respectful by attending the Ministry ball.
{N}
Murder at the Ministry
The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creature employee Walden MacNair was found dead in one of the lavatories. His throat was cut with a cursed blade.
Currently, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has no suspects. Sources in the DMLE stated that a preserving charm was cast on the body confounding when he was killed. A Ministry witness can last place Mister MacNair at the ministry on the night of the annual Yule Ball.
At this time there are no suspects. If you were at the ball and saw something suspicious, please report it to the DMLE.
{N}
The Star of Britain Tarnished?
It came to the attention of the Prophet that the Tri-Wizard Yule Ball at Hogwarts embarrassed Magical Britain.
Not only did one of the champions, attend another ball; the Beauxbâtons showed up, seeing Harry Potter was absent, she turned around and went back to Beauxbâtons Carriage.
Though that may have been because her date; a date she was required to take by the tournament judges, was a drooling incoherent mess unable to resist her allure.
After the meal, the Durmstang Champion left to return to his ship. His date was again placed with him by the judges. She joined him on the ship later.
The Hogwarts Champion admitted that he was threatened with expulsion if he did not attend. His date was caught earlier this week in a broom closet with another boy.
Over 2/3 of Hogwarts students eligible to attend; did not! Almost none of the students from the visiting schools attended.
Hogwarts has not responded to our inquiry.
Fritz Gerlich – Correspondent
{S}
"Mister Potter!" Professor McGonagall shouted.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry answered as he got off the carriage to go back to the school.
"You have detention every night for the rest of the year. You also have your Hogsmeade privilege revoked." Minerva said.
"Why is that?" Harry asked mildly.
"You were not at the ball." Minerva huffed.
"Yes, I was at the Wizengamot Ball. Young Astoria Greengrass was my official date. Your orders that I had to have an official date on that night, one date, and I had to attend a Yule Ball. I did such things. So, I will sue this school and you if you persist in this nonsense, I was not contractually required to attend the ball here. So, I did not attend. Also, I will not be accepting any penalties for not doing so." Harry replied as he walked past the woman.
Harry turned back to the woman. "I will also sue if you try to hold the lack of attendance on me."
{N}
Wizard-Serial-Killer-at-Large
The second and third dead bodies were found in a brothel in Knockturn Alley.
The Prophet has to report that two more bodies were found yesterday.
The DMLE has confirmed that they were also killed with the same cursed blade that killed the ministry employee.
The unnamed Auror identified one of the victims as Theodore Nott Senior and an unknown prostitute. They were killed when the blade went through Nott's back into the poor girl's heart.
Since these killings make three with the same weapon, an unnamed source in the ministry has stated that these killings are the work of a serial killer.
We at the Prophet will continue to follow this case.
{S}
The night before the second task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Harry's team was sitting at a table in the library doing their homework.
He wondered when someone would come to try to take one of his girls away. The obvious time was this evening just before curfew or tomorrow morning at breakfast time. However, would someone taken tomorrow morning give them enough time to put the person under the charms and get them into the village in the lake? He expected to see someone from the Tournament this evening, probably Dumbledore.
When it was time to go back to the apartment, Professor McGonagall walked over to them. Everyone instantly looked her way, as she rarely made an appearance in the library.
McGonagall walked over to them. "Miss Granger if you would kindly come with me?"
Hermione looked at Harry, who nodded ever so slightly and turned back to face McGonagall. "Professor, is this about the second task?" Susan produced a galleon from her robe and handed it to Daphne.
"If not, why is my head of house not here; not just you?" Hermione said with more strength.
The professor was visibly startled, although she was trying to hide it. "I need you to come with me to my office for a discussion."
"Professor, again, if this is not about the tournament, I will not go with you without my head of house." Digging into her robes, Hermione pulled out a group of letters and held them out. "Since I am sure it is about the blood sacrifice, I'm sorry to tell you, professor, but I'm not allowed to be in the tournament except as a spectator. Here's a letter from my head of the house. There are also letters for the rest of Black's sworn servants, and our parents if you need them."
McGonagall stood there for a moment before slowly walking over to their table and taking the letter.
Harry tried to keep a neutral expression as he watched the drama unfold. He failed due to his grin. It was fun to counter their plans. He was wondering if he would win a galleon from Daphne over this. She bet they would still take someone even with the parchment and future kidnapping charges.
When she finished the note, Professor McGonagall looked at Harry. "You are behind this right?" Susan handed another galleon to Daphne. Harry saw and laughed.
Harry nodded when his laughter was over. "And my seneschal and solicitor." He added with a grin.
McGonagall turned back to Hermione. "Despite these, you will not be hurt. Will you not come anyway?"
"No, Professor. I'm sorry, while I do believe that you think it will be safe; we don't. I think this will kill whoever is Harry's hostage."
McGonagall looked surprised again. "How so?"
"Because the tournament has been bullshit. Let's start with the choice of the dragons. How did Harry know which dragon he would have to defeat unless someone cheated? Plus, from what was shown in the Wizengamot, the dragon was somehow altered so it should kill Harry, not just protect the egg. So, I do not trust you, or any of the judges with my safety. The Black does not trust any of you," Hermione argued. "Not to add, but Harry was entered into this tournament without his permission. Something that the headmaster said he would figure out and explain to Harry and hasn't."
"I see," McGonagall drawled, considering what she was told. She knew she couldn't start a fight in the library. "Very well. We cannot make you do this." She turned to Daphne, "Miss Greengrass…"
"I'm sorry, Professor, but I will not participate either, and for the very same reasons. My notes are in that stack. We don't feel it would be safe for either me or my sister." Daphne said evenly, pointing to the parchments in the teacher's hand. McGonagall took time to read some of the parchments in her hand, paling slightly as she finished. Daphne handed a galleon back to Susan.
"Don't even ask professor, if you look in that group of parchments, you will see mine and Luna's." Susan smiled. "The head of the DMLE does not trust you, the headmaster, the tournament staff, or the school staff, with the safety of any participant in the task."
"That will be ten points from Hufflepuff. I will not have you disparage this school.
Now, if you don't mind, I'll hold on to these letters for the moment," McGonagall said as she refolded them. "Luna?"
"What did Susan just say, my dad hates you and Dumbledore. He would not even cross the street to help either of you. Oh, and I agree since you let the nargels spawn here. You don't have pudding as dessert enough," Luna replied.
"Of course not, Professor," Hermione said graciously once Luna finished. "Those are copies and we have more if you need them. Our solicitors have the originals."
McGonagall looked over their heads for a few seconds before she continued. "Very well. I need to return to the meeting in my office; however, I would request that you all remain here for the next twenty minutes. You may head on to the bed, Mister Potter." With that Professor McGonagall left.
"Okay, everyone to the apartment," Harry ordered. They all picked up and ran to their apartment.
About thirty minutes after she left, Professor McGonagall turned up at the door to their apartment. This time she came with headmaster Dumbledore. They ignored the knocking until the teacher started to pound on the door to the apartment. All the girls and Harry drew their wands as Hermione opened the door.
The headmaster did not smile when he saw Harry smirking. "Miss Granger, I understand that you will not join us for a conversation. I would ask that you come anyway, as a courtesy to me."
"It is too late tonight. I was about to head to bed when Professor McGonagall met us in the library, so no." She answers. "Though you could answer a question before I go to sleep. Why is it so important that I am his hostage, sir? You are asking me to go against the orders of my parents and my lord after all."
"I'm afraid that I am not at liberty to say at the moment," Dumbledore looked at her with a serious expression.
"I see." She looked at Harry, who smiled slightly. "This is your usual greater good bull shite. Handing a galleon to Daphne.
When she said nothing else, Dumbledore asked, "It is not bull shit. That will be ten points for language. I realize who does not want you to participate? You will be safe. So will you come with me, Miss Granger, as a favor to me?"
"I'm sorry, Professor, but the Head of House Black told me to tell you, fuck off. My parents told me to tell you to bugger off. I may not participate in the tournament other than as a spectator. Professor McGonagall has the letters."
"Why?"
Hermione argued. "We, House Black, and our parents do not trust you. Face it, I do not trust you. Harry does not trust you. Susan does not trust you. Luna does not trust you. Daphne would trust Tom Riddle before she would trust you. You have proven why we cannot trust you. Let's pick a random item. You sealed Harry's parents' wills; according to the copy of it at Gringotts, you were a witness. The will said that Harry should not be placed with the Dursleys. Yet you placed him there. Given that; you dare ask why we don't trust you."
Dumbledore did not look happy. After a moment, he turned to Daphne. Before anything could be said, Hermione told him, "We are united in this. We will follow the orders of the house Black, Bones, and Greengrass, and our parents. We will not participate either and for the same reasons."
"I must have one of you for the Tournament," Dumbledore said with a hint of exasperation.
"No, you do not. Given the clue, you do not need a living hostage. If you try to take any of us, we will all fight." Daphne said. Harry and his ladies all raised their wands pointing them at the professors.
"My aunt will have Aurors in here in under an hour. If you try to take any of us." Susan said. "She expects a note from me soon."
The headmaster thought about it for a few seconds before he turned back. "Come Minerva." The professors left the room.
Hermione quickly started putting up wards "Do you think that will work?" Harry asked breathlessly.
Daphne smiled. "No sir, they have to have someone. To be fair to the other champions in the press, someone close to you. Only the most important to you are protected. They will still take someone and I still have that bet."
{S}
At the breakfast table, Harry felt his stomach start to rebel. He compromised between his mind and nerves with some tea and sipped on that.
Hermione noticed and grabbed some toast, smearing it heavily with honey. "Here, you have to eat something or you'll not be able to keep up."
"That's right, Harry, you must have some energy." Susan scooped some scrambled eggs onto a plate and put it in front of him. "I'd tell you to eat some bacon for the protein, but eggs will be easier on your stomach."
"Thank you for not fighting us on this, Harry," Susan told him.
"Where is Daphne?" Harry asked.
"She is looking for her sister," Hermione replied. "You don't think…"
Daphne came running into the great hall. Her look said it all.
"Susan, summon your aunt. The bastard took Astoria." Harry said and he was pissed.
Fleur then walked into the Great Hall, her eyes looking around everywhere. She walked up to where he was seated. "'Arry!" she said, her worry clear on her face, "My sister Gabi! She came to see the second task and now she 'as gone!"
If Harry had thought he had been angry with Dumbledore for kidnapping Astoria, he'd been wrong. Astoria was at least in school, but Gabi wasn't even old enough to have a wand! She couldn't give any meaningful consent to being used as a hostage like this! The tournament judges had only approved taking the ball dates. Without thinking he ran up to the head table. "First you took Astoria against the written orders from her father and head of the house, then you took Gabrielle?" he said angrily, "She's a child!"
"Harry," said Dumbledore, "We needed hostages that have meaning to the champions."
"Without even getting approval, that is kidnapping!" said Harry, just barely remembering to keep his voice down.
"I disagree with you, Mister Potter. We need hostages that mean something to you all," said Bagman, "Besides she's already in place. Someone is going to have to go down there and get her."
Maxine roared. "That is not what was agreed to. We only agreed to use the ball dates and Hermione for Harry."
"We needed hostages that would be missed by the champions," Albus said placatingly. Fleur's face had gone ashen. "You took Gabi?" she nearly screamed before she turned and ran from the hall.
"Kidnapping the daughter of Lord Greengrass, then the daughter of the head of the French DMLE, well it will be on your heads when this is over," Harry said. Turning back to his table. At that moment Aurors and Rita Skeeter just entered the hall. At least Susan had done her job. He found it amusing, Susan had sent a letter to her aunt this morning. His ladies had assumed that some hostages would not be voluntary.
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"Right this way, Aurors." Susan said.
"If this is a prank, I will go straight to Amelia," Shacklebolt said.
"It is absolutely not. You heard Professor McGonagall; betting is illegal in Hogwarts." Susan replied. "See, they have warded the door of an unused classroom."
"You right, that is something definitely going on that they don't want anyone to find out. If this is a pair of students wanting more space than a broom closet…" Shacklebolt responded.
"Trust me, I would have gotten a school prefect for that. No, this is gambling. They are running a book on the tournament." Susan replied.
"Okay, on three," Shacklebolt said.
"Wands on the floor, hands to the sky!" Shacklebolt ordered. He looked around and realized that even the blackboard was enough proof of a high-end betting establishment.
"I'm shocked! Shocked to find that gambling is going on in here." Kingsley said.
"Well, here is the book, Kingsly." Susan said smiling.
"So, what is this really about? You are not the type to really care about this victimless crime." Kingsley asked.
"Simple, read the board. Notice there are no odds for Harry to win, or even survive. When you ask these children under Veritaserum; they will say that the headmaster played with the odds all to prevent anyone from supporting him. When the Dverger bookies find out…" Susan said with a smile that would not melt butter. "There are too many Aurors here for you to bury it. Plus, I will be following up with my aunt."
"Bitch!" Someone, probably Shacklebolt said as Susan walked away. She knew that Aurors were trying to avoid anyone from the tournament. That way they would not have to start a kidnapping investigation. They were trying to do all they could to save the leader of the light. Even when both Albus and they were breaking laws. This gambling ring would cause other major problems for the leader of the light.
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On the dock sticking out into the lake, Harry stood next to Fleur. "Miss Delacour?" he softly asked her.
"We should agree to rescue each other's hostage regardless." said Harry immediately, "I mean, we both want Torie and Gabi rescued. The Aurors will give us cover. They are drilling the bastards now. Oh, and here is a squid repellant you dropped on the floor this morning."
Fleur looked shocked at this for a second, then nodded firmly. "Oui, that sounds like a good idea." She put on the necklace he handed her.
Bagman ran through his spiel for the spectators, who wouldn't be able to see anything, anyway, and he was about to start the countdown.
As soon as he called 'three' Harry summoned his broom from Daphne, a bag from Hermione.
He stuck his foot in the lake and then apparated over the Merfolk village.
Harry began to pull what looked like German World War Two grenades from the bag. He started throwing them into the water in what appeared to be patterns. After the last one entered the water, Harry counted down from ten. On one he hit the surface of the water with a bombarda. Almost instantly plumes of water spouted out of the water. The area below him turned pink for a few seconds then faded back to black. Then Harry lowered to right above the water.
He pulled a miniature boat from his bag and put it on the surface of the water and canceled the shrinking charm.
He drew the last three items from the bag. First, was his best wand, it had been disillusioned. He attached it to his arm with a sticking charm. The second item was a rope. He tied his broom to the tiller. He then cast the bubblehead and warming charms on himself. Readying himself, he canceled the shrinking charm on the last item, a weight, and dropped it into the water. Once he hit the water, he wordlessly illuminated his wand.
A few moments later he was on top of one of the buildings in the Merfolk village. He let go of the weight and swam to the center of the village. Along the way, he saw bodies of half a dozen dead merfolk nearby. The poison and concussion had done their job. All the merfolk were dead, he thought. He found four floating figures tied to the bottom, the hostages were the girl that had bullied Luna, Cho Chang, plus Pansey Parkinson, Astoria, and Gabrielle.
Before he could do anything; a patronus appeared next to Harry. It bubbled "Fleur incapacitated. Save Gabi"
Harry realize things were worse than even he had expected. Gabrielle had her clothes ripped off her, talon wounds across her breasts plus other small wounds. He did what he could with borrowed clothing from Astoria to bind the wounds.
He looked at the wards. They were surprising. Two of the pillars had just the suspension charm.
Whoever cast the other two did a good job at murder. The evil wards would not allow the portkeys on the girls to work once the hour was over. The girls would no longer be unconscious for the full hour. Ten minutes before the end of the hour, they would be awake and start drowning.
He looked around for other magic. He found it. All four hostages had portkeys. He was glad when he noticed that the portkeys were French fleur-de-lis. He was glad that Maxine cared for the hostages. He wondered how pissed she would be at Dumbledick.
So, he looked around and finally found the ward stones. He realized the flaw with them. Harry realized all he would need to do is switch the hostages. So, he quickly switched them.
Now to save his hostages. He then restuck the buloke wand to his arm. Now he had to use his official wand. Harry started by casting the bubblehead on Astoria and Gabriel; unsurprisingly; that woke the girls up. He tried to wordlessly calm the girls down. He followed it by using the cutting curse to release the entire pillars the girls were tied to. He had to do that to make the headmaster think these two were still in their cursed pillars. He was smiling as he watched his hostages slowly float up to the surface.
He swam up to the hostages he was rescuing. Then he cast aguamenti to propel himself and the hostages to the surface. Once on the surface, he climbed into the boat. He took off his stuck wand and put it into the bag. He then levitated the two hostages into the boat. He left the boat to climb onto his broom.
Now all he had to do was to fly back was to the dock. Nothing the judges tried now would stop him. Minutes later, he pulled the boat to the dock. Once he was close to the dock, he saw Hermione summon the bag back.
The task was over except for the shouting.
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A couple of minutes later, he heard Bagman yell, "And here's our first champion back in… twenty-one minutes! Everyone was screaming and yelling, but Harry ignored it all and landed the raft on the dock. A family house elf grabbed his broom.
Harry saw that a bandaged-up Fleur was on the dock. Fleur, Apolline, and Sébastién were already at the side of his boat and reached down to grab the pole Gabrielle was still bound to. The adults were surprised at her apparent wounds. With exposure to air, the seaweed disintegrated.
"Gabrielle! Why are you hurt? Forgive me, I was ambushed and couldn't come to you!" Fleur exclaimed in French while wrapping her arms around her sister and burying her head in the girl's wet hair.
As the judges approached. Sébastien stopped and stared at them. "I know that it was you, Dumbledore, who suggested this event. I also know that the entirety of this judging body," he swept a calm hand to encompass all five, "signed off on the hostages. We never approved of our youngest daughter being a hostage. So, one or more of you judges are guilty of kidnapping; and all are going to be investigated for that crime. "
"That said; my daughter was nearly raped and was physically assaulted by the merfolk. I want to know why! It is bad enough that Fleur was not excluded from the task due to the Treaty of Nice." Sébastién continued.
"Sébastien, Maxine is innocent. In the hall this morning she rounded on Dumbledore, she had only agreed to use Hermione and the dates the champions had to the Yule Ball. Not you're youngest." Harry introjected.
"Rest assured I will be taking this to the ICW. The Treaty of Nice was re-ratified by you, Dumbledore, and I am sure that the other judges know of it. Having a veela as a contestant should have ensured that appropriate safety measures were in place for this Task. That you not only ignored that but also included a second underage veela without parental consent. Make no mistake," he regained his poise. "Had Harry Potter not saved my youngest daughter's life; I very much doubt you would be breathing right now either. And there would be war between magical France and Britain! As it is, I will see you and as many of the rest of you behind bars as is appropriate."
The Greengrass had levitated their daughter from the boat and gathered her up in a hug.
Dominic turned to Harry and the judges. "Who chose my daughter to be Harry's hostage?" When Ludo blanched. "I do not know if you will be found guilty at the trial, Ludo, but there is nothing about this contest that doesn't allow me to call blood feud."
"Sébastién, Dominic, you have to learn to forgive." Demanded Dumbledore.
"Besides Harry needed a hostage he would care about. Your daughter also needed a hostage she would go all out to recover. Else, how would the task be fair? The documents you signed limited our choices. So, we chose who we did."
"Fuck off old man. Stay out of this unless you want the same to you." Lord Greengrass shouted back. Miss Greengrass blocked Pomfrey with her drawn wand.
Lord Greengrass cast an organ liquefaction spell. The people watched as Ludo slowly died.
Ten minutes later the people at the dock stared in horror as the giant squid put the torn-up body of the half-transformed Krum on the shore. Pomfrey ran to the boy; she moved her wand over the body. She looked sad as she motioned for the Aurors. She walked up to Dumbledore who had taken over the announcements. Dumbledore sadly announced that Victor Krum was dead.
When the time was almost up, Cedric broke the surface crying out in alarm. Dumbledore was then alarmed when he saw that the portkeys had not worked on the two hostages he had not tampered with.
"Fawkes" He screamed.
The phoenix appeared. It looked at Albus for a second and then flamed out. He then flamed back with Cho. The phoenix disappeared again, then reappeared with the last hostage. Pomfrey checked over the two girls. She shook her head sadly.
Dumbledore looked in horror at the three corpses. "Mister Dumbledore, care to explain why we have two dead hostages? We should also discuss why these children were hostages without their parent's approval." Amelia Bones said as she approached the old man.
"They should not have died. I did not agree with the other judges and gave them all portkeys that would trigger at the fifty-nine-minute mark." Maxine said. "Dumbledore swore that the runes would keep them unconscious until the hour was up."
"Well, that is a question. Another, why did Harry have to come to the surface with his hostages still restrained to their poles? Also, why was the task set up so that people that did not volunteer for this tournament would have died if not rescued in time?" Daphne added with a grin.
With a frown, Harry said in a voice loud enough that the crowd, judges, and Aurors could hear. "Fleur. I am sorry to say, I had to kill all the merfolk. They had ripped off all of Gabrielle's clothing and were trying to rape her and bleed her to death when I arrived." All the adults looked at Harry, then turned scowling at Albus.
Harry was internally laughing. He saw Luna had rejoined the other girls. She had sat down with quill and parchment. Next to her was Rita Skeeter. She was also writing. Hermione drew out four viols. She gave three to Harry. He extracted the memories of how he found Gabrielle. Done he gave one set to each of the reporters and one to Madam Bones.
Harry put a few memory in the last vial. Hermione took it back so the team could see all the fun underwater.
He then left for a shower in his apartment. Hermione followed suit. He smiled while he left others to deal with the chaos he caused. There was no way Dumblefuck wouldn't be buggered without lube now.
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THE TRI-WIZARD TOURNAMENT DISASTER
Dear readers; I am ashamed as to how our ministry has bumbled the tournament.
In both tasks so far, wards to make non-champion participants and spectators safe; failed. Leaving, at this date, a total of thirty-seven students were killed by a dragon. That was just the first task. The second task ended with two of the hostages drowning when the wards again failed and stopped emergency portkeys from saving them.
If it was just poor wards, we would find a new warder but that is just the beginning of the issues. The wards failed in the second task. The wards to keep the hostages asleep and not drowning ended early. For some reason, another set of wards made it impossible for any of the champions to save the participants; their hostages. Last, they block the hostages from being rescued by the emergency portkey they were provided by the Beauxbâtons judge.
Now we have to talk about the hostages themselves. The ministry and judges more than bungled them on the second task.
They used human hostages. All the hostages were children, one as young as eight. These poor children were kidnapped, enchanted, and put at the bottom of a lake. Neither they nor their parents gave consent to be used as said hostages.
The situation with two of the hostages makes this issue far, far worst. One is Astoria Greengrass. Her older sister, Daphne Greengrass had presented a note to Headmaster Dumbledore that her father, Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass, flatly refused to allow his children to participate as hostages.
The second surviving hostage, Gabrielle Delacour (age 8) was rescued while being raped and killed by the merman the judges had used as part of the task.
The tournament judges did not care about the Treaty of Nice. The fact that she, and her sister, Fleur, the Beauxbâtons' Champion are both Veela, did not cause the judges to change the task. So, Fleur was put at a major disadvantage and both Delacours were in major peril. It was reported that if the girls had died, Magic France would have declared war on Magical Britain.
If either of these two Veela had been killed by the mermen; the war between those two cultures would have reignited putting the statue of secrecy at risk and an unknown number of both muggles and wizards at risk as collateral damage.
We at the Prophet have learned more about the first task.
We learned that not all was as it appeared. The information came out in the boy-who-lived, trial. So, this information was verified by the Wizengamot.
The rampaging dragon did so for a reason.
The dragon of the first task was charmed to try to kill Mister Potter. Then the creature was set to kill everyone wearing the same color robes that Harry had on. Unfortunately for the Slytherin spectators, Harry refused the red and gold robes Dumbledore tried to force on him. The Prophet learned that the only reason he wore green robes was that his ladies said that they complemented his eyes.
Even Mister Potter and Mrs. Delacour were not the only champions that the tournament judges betrayed.
During the second task, someone summoned the giant squid to the Merfolk village. Since the squid killed the Durmstrang Champion Victor Krum; the DMLE is investigating. They believe that the squid was sent to kill Mister Potter. Since Krum had partially transformed into a shark; the squid killed him. The Durmstrang champion would not have used that transformation if he knew about the squid. All of the champions were told that the squid was not a part of the task.
The Prophet does point out that if Krum had not been killed, the squid might have tried to kill any or all of the other champions.
Can we expect another assassination attempt on Mister Potter during the next task?
Will the third task bring out any other maleficence of the judges?
Dear readers, only time will tell. We at the Prophet will continue to keep you updated.
Rita Skeeter, correspondent
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SUPREME-MUGWUMP-NO-LONGER
In an emergency meeting of the ICW main council, Albus Dumbledore was voted out as Mugwump. Abe no Seime from Japan was voted in to replace him.
In a statement: "Any person who almost starts a war has no place in our body. A person who willfully has children put at risk will be tried and prosecuted."
At this time; all of the judges for the Tri-Wizard Tournament but Maxine of Beauxbâtons have ICW arrest warrants out for them. If they leave Magical Britain, they will be arrested on sight.
There is no comment currently from the Ministry of Magic, Great Britain; or from Albus Dumbledore.
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Petty Thief Mundungus Fletcher Killer's 4th Victim.
Mister Fletcher was found dead in an alley of Diagon Alley. The Auror department confirmed that his death was during the Tri-Wizard Tournament yesterday.
An unnamed source in the DMLE stated that Mister Fletcher had "I am coming for you." carved into his chest with that accursed blade.
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HOGWARTS HEADMASTER ACCUSED OF KIDNAPPING
It has come to the attention of the Prophet that due to reasons only known by few in the Wizengamot Albus Dumbledore has been able to stop Lord Greengrass from placing him on trial for the kidnapping of the youngest Greengrass child. The same child that was used as a hostage for Harry Potter during the second task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The same child that was taken from her bed, enspelled, and placed at the bottom of Black Lake without either her consent, her parents, consent, or the full consent of all the judges.
Further, the minister has ordered the DMLE to not try the headmaster.
We will let our readers know when the headmaster of Hogwarts faces justice.
His solicitor reminded us; he cannot be removed from the school by Aurors.
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Illegal and Prejudicial Gambling at Hogwarts.
It came to the attention of the Prophet that a team of Aurors led by Kingsly Shacklebolt led a raid on a den of gambling at Hogwarts this past weekend.
Not only were the students their running all sorts of betting on the Tri-Wizard Tournament; they were skewing the odds. They refused any bets that favored the reluctant competitor, Harry Potter.
Gringotts has launched an investigation. As we all know; the Dverger runs the only legal gambling for the Wizarding World. They are more than a little upset with someone artificially changing the odds.
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We need to celebrate my victory and your task; Luna. She huffed and tugged on his hair. "Shut up and eat my pussy."
"Yours?" Harry asked with a smirk. "Slag, this is my pussy. Now strip."
The girls stripped and Luna attacked Hermione's pussy with her tongue. Harry started on Luna's. After he got his tongue on her clit. He hissed in parseltongue.
Her protests fell away in the wake of his tongue. "God, Merlin, Harry!"
"That is a very flattering line-up to be included in," Harry laughed. He started to suck strongly on her clit. Her hand tightened in his hair and she just groaned. She pulled his hair as pleasure burned through her and he responded by pushing his tongue into her. He fucked her that way just over a minute before she was coming hard with a little scream that might have been his name.
The girls switched places so Harry could please Hermione with his tongue while Luna was pleased by Hermione. The teens kept up switching until both girls came a dozen times from both Harry and each other.