This is where the story diverges. The version with lemons is on AO3, non-lemon FFN.
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Albus was happy. He had made it back to the staff table on time. He had come from the mer-village. They had finally agreed, for the price of two human females they could rape and eat, they would have no problem with the tournament. They would also keep their mouths shut about the four pillars, or that they had agreed to kill Harry Potter.
This went well with his other plot. The people involved in transporting four dragons to Scotland were all either imperious, cunfounded, or bribed. Now all he had to do was enchant the bag.
With all that done, he would have to find the Weasley Twins and whoever outside Hogwarts that was running the book. It would be fun to make sure bets.
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"Anastasia, thank you for meeting with me." Amelia said.
"It is no problem; I am always willing to meet with the head of the DMLE. So what do you want, auror?" Umberta said sounding bored.
"Today, I am not an auror. I am a worried aunt." Amelia replied. This invoked a shock look from the hit-witch. "I have found information that worries me. Information Fudge has told me to get rid of."
Umberta sat back. In just a few words, Madam Bones actually shocked her. "And how does this impact me?" She needed time to think. It had been years since an auror did something she did not anticipate.
"You personally, not at all. For a certain young Daphne Greengrass; quite a bit." Amelia responded.
"Fuck! This isn't about Daphne; this is about Susan."
Amelia shook her head. "No, this is about your future capo di tutti i capi, my niece, the muggleborn Granger, and the young reporter Lovegood."
"Before I get to that, I am curious; this is not the first time I have heard your force and the ICW call me that title. Why do you do it?" Anastasia asked, trying to give herself more time to think. Why the use the titles. Why leave off Harry Potter?
"Because you are the most feared member of the magical mafia. Your name only comes up with whispers." Amelia said causing Umberta to laugh.
"That is it? I am supposedly the most feared member of a myth? Really there is no organization. But since you have come here bearing gifts, I will give you one in return. Neither Daphne nor I am or will ever be the person sitting on the throne. We are more likely to be the shadow behind the throne."
"Omicidio Incorporato." Amelia whimpered.
"Again a myth. Now what do you have that affects the lives of the women around one, Harry Potter." Umberta demanded.
"As you know, Molly Weasly was put down by Harry Potter." This got a nod.
"Would you be surprised if there is more to the story?" Umberta frowned at that. She gestured for Amelia to continue.
"The DMLE found a lot of information. It is all here on these parchments. I was ordered by Fudge to dispose of all of it. I can use your trash can, right?" Amelia asked pointing to her muggle trash can by her desk.
"Yes," Umberta said watching Amelia throw a huge folder of parchments into the metal bin. She was even more surprised.
"Shall we have tea?" Amelia asked still sitting at her chair.
Umberta grabbed the folder while summoning a servant. When the servant came in. "Get us some tea, shot glasses, and a bottle of Sambuca.
While waiting she looked through the folder. Someone had tabbed out one page with extreme information. The first she looked at. A fucked-up marriage contract between Harry Potter and the late Ginevra Weasley. Signed by Dumbledore as Harry's magical guardian. A contract that once Harry had a child; he would have been a walking-dead wizard. It also guaranteed any of Harry's second wives, would have a negative life expectancy. She knew her protégé was dead set on being one of Harry's wives, come hook or crook.
"So what is going on with your niece?" Umberta asked, hoping to know what the auror wanted but could not ask.
"She is having to deal with a new member of her group. Harry has taken a seneschal. Narcissa Black, the widow of Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, mother of the deceased Draco Lucius Malfoy. As you know, both were killed by Harry." Amelia said.
"Keep your enemies closer, I already warned Daphne about that. I would not be shocked Narcissa has an accident before Harry, Susan, and Daphne start at Beauxbâtons." Umberta said which got a smile from Amelia.
"Albus is in the process of creating another marriage contract with a pureblood daughter of the light and Harry. Same terms as the one with Ginevra." Amelia said.
"Interesting, I am sure that the head of the DMLE would come down on Harry if this new bint dies. However, would do nothing if the contract was broken for another reason?" Umberta asked. Amelia smiled.
"Now, what am I missing." Umberta asked.
"Many things, I am sure you know about the tournament. Is there any doubt that Albus will find a way to put Harry into that gladiatorial combat? It would be good to see how the book is created, who bets, and anything like that. On the tasks, the second one is planned to have a hostage put in stasis in the mer-village. We need to do what we can to protect our charges." Amelia said.
"Yes, we do. That is already in motion. Narcissa used the information about the tournament as part of her bait. Luna warned them all that Harry was going to be entered. Narcissa is working on a legal way to stop our charges from participating. That said, do you think something as silly as the law will stop Albus? Notify Croaker that Harry will need a way to put down all the merfolk. Before they can harm the hostages or Harry. I will get it to Harry. I will also make sure he knows how to get around the Hogwarts anti-apparition wards. He will need to know where to go though. Can you have Croaker come up with that? I will also get Daphne to talk to Hermione. Hermione could have her folks get muggle underwater gear to help."
"I will do so. I also asked Croaker if he can figure out a way to help Harry with the dragon. We would not want our girls to become widows." Amelia promised. "So is this meeting better than any you have ever had with an auror?"
"Amusing, and yes. No matter which side of the line you are on, family comes first." Umberta said, breaking out the sambuca.
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"Good morning, all," Harry said. Susan had dragged herself from her room. Harry looked like he had already showered and was ready for school.
"How can you be so peppy, Harry" Hermione asked. Susan was also suspicious.
"I got up and ran in the RoR. Then ran in my wolf form. Starting Monday, we will do it as a group three days a week. We need to stay in shape after all." Harry said. Susan wanted to run in wolf form, next to her alpha.
"Okay, so what do we need to discuss this morning?" Daphne asked.
"One, I was looking at the marauder's map last night at the feast. Moody is not Moody; he is someone called Barnabas Crouch. Since the ministry fool, Barnabas Crouch was sitting next to McGonagall, we need to know who the imposter is. How can he take Moody's form so well that it fooled Dumbledore?"
Susan realized that was the look on Harry's face last night. Again, the defense teacher was a threat to Harry.
"The only one I can think of is Polyjuice," Hermione said. "But the school wards would have alerted the headmaster. If he is still here today; the headmaster either didn't look or didn't care."
"Moody and Dumbledore go way back; there is no way he will not find out; soon. If he lets the charade go on; longer than a month; we will know the headmaster is complicit." Susan added. If she had to bet, she would assume complicity.
"So, how do we reverse it, during dinner?" Harry asked. "Or some place and time that is packed with witnesses. Preferably our school's visitors. Ministry officials if we can add them."
"I will invite Andi here tonight. She will be able to tell us." Narcissa said.
"How goes the tournament research?"
"I have the final map of the hedge maze that will be the third task. Or, what it will be at the beginning of the task. It will change during the run; I gave Luna the manifest of all the monsters they will be using." Narcissa said. "I also have a list of the spell traps with the counterspells and passwords."
"You have all the books with these monsters, tabbed correct, Luna?" Harry asked. Luna nodded vigorously.
"My list includes all the monsters that Dumbledore will substitute into the maze for the specific task of killing you. The other champions are acceptable losses to him." Luna said. "I am unhappy, he didn't include any wrackspurts."
Susan chuckled at that. She loved the blond. Luna kept there spirits up.
"Other than recruiting Fleur; I think we have a free year. Croaker didn't have any targets for us during the winter holiday so far. So, ladies, do you have anything?" Harry asked.
Susan wanted to frown at this. Thanks to her aunt, she knew Daphne was killing people for her mentor. Now she just heard from Harry, that they would also have targets thanks to Toad.
"Harry. Please tell me what's wrong, what's been troubling you for so long. I would bet you were up so early to go running due to nightmares. Is it nightmares of what we did in the summer?" Luna asked.
Susan was shocked at this. Damn, she wanted to hug the girl. She saw something that Susan missed.
Harry did not answer. "Please, Harry, I want you to be happy. I'll do anything to help you. Just please, tell me why you're hurting so much." Hermione pleaded. The other girls all seemed to agree with Hermione.
"I have not had issues with what I have done to the death eaters. No, the nightmares are from before my mom took me in."
"Do you think if we slept with you? Ah." Hermione started to ask. She turned pink.
"You mean just cuddling like sleep?" Susan asked. She wasn't ready to shag the boy yet. But waking up in the boy's arms sounded nice. She would easily repeat last night. Overall it was a positive experience.
"Yes, Harry. Though; with this apartment, we can slowly progress our relationships beyond just cuddling but at each's comfortable pace." Hermione replied. "Being in your bed should not be the only reason we do anything. It should not put pressure on you, Harry, or the girl or girls you are just sleeping with."
"We can try it tonight," Harry said while he blushed. "No progression until at least next week. Let us get settled in. Now let's go get our new timetables." Susan was blushing at this. Did last night put her at the back of the queue? If so, that would mean she was a bad girl last night.
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Susan was interested in tonight. As a future auror, Polyjuice was a nightmare. A way to at least partially negate that would be great.
Narcissa looked pleased with the woman she invited into their flat. "Thank you for coming Andi"
"I am glad to join you for dinner, Cissa."
"I would like to introduce you, this is, Harry Potter; heir to the house Black, Daphne Greengrass, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and Susan Bones; all betrothed in a fashion to him," Narcissa said.
"I am glad to meet with all of you. Now what is it that you need of me?" Andromeda Tonks asked. Susan found this funny. They all but telegraphed their need.
Harry laughed. "I see the reputation of the House Black is well placed. Hermione will give you all the detail. In a nutshell; we need a plan that will bring pain to enemies of House Black."
"Miss Tonks, is there a way to cancel Polyjuice potion?" Hermione asked.
"What sort of cancellation would you like to see?"
"That a person under the Polyjuice potion turns back into their normal self. Preferably, in a quick way during dinner." Hermione elaborated. "The person casts spells to detect potions and the like."
"Would that person regularly drink from a flask? Hmm, that would make sense. Polyjuice lasts about an hour. So, during meals, he would at least have to drink from his flask."
Susan was shocked with this new lady. She was just as sharp as any of them.
Harry just laughed. "So, what is the verdict, Andromeda?" Harry asked.
"Andi, please. The best plan would be to just substitute the keyed Polyjuice with a Polyjuice that is unkeyed. That would cause the change you want. So, it will take just over a month. Though getting the ingredients…"
"Use Hedwig to order whatever you need. I will pay for it; I don't care about the cost." Harry stated.
"Then the only other item we need is an identical-sized flask. That is it for the components. We need a plan on how to do the switch." Daphne said.
"Well, what sort of plan do my three favorite snakes have to do this once we have the flask of Polyjuice?" Harry said.
Daphne, Andromeda, and Narcissa start saying half phrases. Then Daphne turned to Harry.
"To do this right, we will need all of you."
"Okay, Daphne, the plan?" Harry asked.
"Cissa, I need you to send a ministry owl to Harry. The fake Moody will no doubt focus his magical eye on the ministry letter. So, make the letter you send, very juicy. Something that the Dark Lord would punish the person for not relaying. You will also have to notify the Aurors to come to Hogwarts." Susan knew a code to do just that. This was sounding quite fun.
"Susan, you will be carrying the flask I provide you. You will also need to have a legitimate reason to go up to the staff table to talk with Professor Sprout." This brought a smile to the redhead. She could think of multiple reasons to talk with her head of house. Sprout was not a tool for Dumbledore nor did she kowtow to Snape.
"Now the last three things that need to be done, can be done by Luna, Hermione, or I. Someone needs to cast and keep a specific glamor charm on the flask. To Mage's sight; it needs to look like a contraceptive potion. That requires focus and concentration.
One of us needs to cast the spell to transfer the Polyjuice. The last person will be under Harry's cloak, cast the disarming charm followed by a stunner once he turns."
Harry rose from the couch and kissed Daphne on the cheek. "A great plan my beautiful snake." Then turned to Narcissa and repeated the kiss. "My milf snake."
"Now, Andi, we also need veritaserum. After you get it made, we will get answers before we expose the bastard. Of course, the ministry cannot know about either potion creation or possession."
"Oh, Lord Potter?
What do you have planned for that?" Andromeda asked.
"Simple. I will stay late after the last DADA class of the day. I will distract him. Susan will open the door to poke her head in to hurry me up. Daphne under my cloak, will slip in and stun him and me. Then bind him, force the veritaserum into him. She will of course interrogate him. Then obliviate him. Renevate us. Susan will of course take that instance to come back into the room asking what is taking us so long. She will open the door to show me out. Daphne will use that to escape." Harry dictated. "Because we will both have the after-effect of being stunned; he will of course be concerned. The fact that I will also show stun effects will make him wonder what is going on. But I could not be involved. If Daph tampers with the clocks, during class… After all, stunned for no reason?"
This plan did not make her happy. It put Harry at risk. She could understand why but she still did not like it.
"We're going to turn him ultra-paranoid," said Hermione.
"Good," said Daphne quite firmly. "It'll keep him occupied."
"Well then Lord Potter, I will make sure you have the potions you need as soon as possible.
It sounds like you will use them well." Andromeda said. "I know how much fluid Moody's flasks hold; I will provide you with a flask of the same volume."
He then turned to Andromeda. "You also have my thanks, Andi."
Oh, master, I did some research. Barty Crouch had a son; Barty Crouch Junior. He was a death eater. He supposedly died in Azkaban. Want to bet that is why we see two Crouchs on the map?" Cissa added.
"Harry, I think of a way to make the plans even better. When we unmask the fuckwad; we will have the minister at the meal. Not too close, but sitting at the head table. That way we will have Aurors on site. Knowing how stupid Fudge is; he will demand Crouch Junior instantly be dementor kissed. Azkaban escapees do kiss sight law. So, he will die before he can give any information to Dumbledick." Narcissa said. Harry smiled and then gave her another kiss.
Overall Susan was happy with what was discussed. She was afraid Harry would default to killing. It turned out, as long as the threat is eliminated; Harry didn't care. Susan then touched her stomach. She was happy she had her fun. The next week she would not be in the mood.
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"Well Daphne, Hermione, Luna, what do you think about tonight?" Susan asked.
"Fleur will show up today. She will find Harry. Want to bet, a bowl of pudding?" Luna asked.
"No bet. We all know better Luna. Do you know who will put Harry's name into the tournament?" Daphne asked.
"No, I don't. Does that mean no pudding for me?" Luna replied with a pout.
"Of course you get pudding. We have to keep our seer happy." Daphne said causing Luna to cheer. "Let's bet on who then."
"I have a galleon on Ludo. He is already trying to run the book on Harry Potter." Susan offered.
"I have one on Crouch Junior. Why else would he be here?" Daphne said.
"I have one on Dumbledore. He would see it as a way to test our Harry." Hermione bet with some trepidation.
"Well, I think you are wrong. It will be one of the children of the death eaters because, with the death of Lucy, they are afraid. If Harry kills their fathers, he could claim all the family money. Leaving them completely knutless," Narcissa said. "Do you want in on this Luna?"
"No," Luna said. "There is pudding tonight."
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"Here is the galleon I owe you Harry." Luna said.
"Why am I getting this?" Harry responded.
"You know when that evil Puff boy chased me to the lake?" Luna asked. "The one that has harassed many muggle puffs." Susan was both incensed and curious. She had found out that a few puffs were acting non-puff. She wanted to deal with them not Luna. Luna tended to be final. If so, how was it done.
"Yes, one we agreed should have an oops?" Luna asked. Susan sighed at that. Now she knew who. She had got that particular puff into detention for the rest of the year. It didn't do anything to change the boy's attitude. It just made the boy worst. Sprout was fighting Dumbledore over that boy. Sprout wanted the boy out of the warren if the headmaster did not expel the boy. Susan hated it when death was the only answer.
"The one where your friendship with the giant squid paid off. You told me the squid made that bastard into a Tentai model. Not even killing him until after the squid's tentacles met each other." Harry responded.
Susan was now furious at that. Sprout said the headmaster had finally taken the boy out of the warren for a few days. That was apparently a lie. She bet that Sprout did not know yet.
"Yes, that was it. Well, I bet you that a female would survive the same thing." Luna responded. "Well, she didn't. She died before the tentacles touched."
Susan was pissed, how could Harry give a girl to Luna. Hermione saw this and leaned to whisper in her ear. "Susan, calm down. The victim was Annie Chapman. Daphne found out that the muggleborn puff was leading other muggle puffs out of Warren to be raped. She preferred to do that to male puffs. Because males are so much less likely to admit to rape."
Susan's rage changed. She whispered back. "Do you know who …"
Hermione snorted at that. "No, but Daphne does, you will have to ask her."
"Okay Luna. What are you not telling me?" Harry asked.
"The female was his female friend. She had done as bad or worse to the female muggleborn puffs." Luna said a bit bashfully.
"Well, we did not discuss your target, since she was the other half of that pair; I will not punish you for the oops. People like that are a waste of good oxygen. Now what else do I need to know?" Harry asked.
Susan no longer needed the details. Luna just validated it. She knew Annie was promised a good job by Dolores Umbridge.
"Someone has charmed the squid. It is a lot more vicious now. She could have lasted until the three tentacles would have met if it would have been normal. It did let me know about its orders. During the next task; it will stay between the village and the docks. Waiting to go after you. Only you. Do you think we will have pudding for dessert tonight?" Luna said airily.
"Well, then you can keep your galleon and have an extra helping of pudding tonight," Harry responded.
"What Luna?" Susan finally processed all of what Luna had said. This caused her to blush. Luna had shown her a tentai comic from Nippon. Then there was a direct threat to Harry.
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"Attention, please. Attention please," Dumbledore called officiously as he stood up with arms outstretched. Immediate silence fell upon the crowd. Susan rolled her eyes. That bastard loved to hear his own voice. Albus was worse than Gilderoy.
"The Champion selection should begin momentarily."
"The Goblet is ready to deliver the name of our first Champion." Dumbledore moved forward and caught a small folded piece of paper as the flames dropped back down into the cup. "The Champion from Durmstrang is… Victor Krum!"
The Hall broke into applause as Krum nodded his determination and stepped forward. Krum was waved towards a side door near the back of the Hall and Dumbledore waved for the crowd to quiet down.
The Goblet started flaring up again and when Dumbledore pulled his hand back, he was clutching another slip of parchment. "The Champion for Beauxbâtons is… Fleur Delacour!"
The applause from the Beauxbâtons was not nearly as enthusiastic as Krum had received though the students from Hogwarts and Durmstrang were pleased with the Veela girl's selection. Fleur smiled widely as she walked to the door Krum had entered.
The Goblet flared again. "The Champion for Hogwarts is… Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore started clapping with the rest of the school for a moment. Cedric made his way toward the back room.
"Congratulations Champions!" Dumbledore yelled.
Susan looked over at Luna. What was going on? Luna looked back at Harry and mimed a countdown with her fingers. Luna got to zero. "Now, we will -" Dumbledore cut off as the Goblet flared again. Harry groaned.
Dumbledore drew the paper back from the Goblet as the flames died completely. "Harry Potter." All sounds in the Hall died. "Harry Potter!" Harry sighed.
"Mister Potter, your name has come out of the Goblet of Fire, henceforth you are now a champion," Dumbledore explained. "Please join the others outside"
"What I want to know is why I have to compete in your tournament. I do not wish to compete. I care nothing for the sum or fame of this blood sport."
"Mister Potter, your name coming out of the Goblet of Fire institutes a binding magical contract," Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly voice.
The Goblet flared yet again. "The Champion for Mahoutokoro is… Harry Potter!" Dumbledore started clapping again, though from the looks he was getting…
Harry narrowed his eyes. "A slight problem with that. For starters, I did not put my name in the Goblet of Fire; I didn't do it twice; and I don't go to Mahoutokoro."
"Your name did come out, my boy," Dumbledore said in a patronizing tone.
Harry shook his head in annoyance and said, "Then, I'll prove it." He drew his wand and held it to his throat. "Sonorous"
Then he held the wand straight up in his hand. "I, Harry James Potter, swear on my magic and my very life I did not submit my name to the Goblet of Fire. Nor did I ask, or in any other way actively encourage another, to submit my name to the Goblet of Fire. I did not want to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. So, mote it be. Lumos" His wand lit up. "Any asshole that doesn't trust that oath, see me on the dueling ground. Quietous."
"Enough," Dumbledore roared. "This is my school, and there will be no dueling in here. Harry, go to the room with the other champions."
Susan smirked now. How could her aunt not become involved with this mess?
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Susan yawned as she got up. It was going to be a long day. She remembered she had a special dress for today. It had to allow a quick change from school to witch casual. She joined the cete in the common room so they could make their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast as a group. Susan noticed that everyone but Harry was not happy. She was sure that all of her mates were as worried about Harry as she was.
They'd no sooner sat down when Professor McGonagall hurried down from the head table and handed Harry a sheaf of documents. "I believe you requested a copy of the contract for the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Mister Potter?"
"I did, professor" replied Harry, accepting it. "Thank you."
Minerva looked like she was going to say more, but eventually turned and headed back to the teacher's table.
Hedwig flew in to drop a few letters with Harry. He looked at them and laughed. Harry quickly made copies of the tournament rules. Finishing a letter, he shrunk down a copy of the rules and sent it to his solicitor. Hermione doubled check the pages she knew had the required information.
"Here it is," said Hermione, as her finger slid slowly through a couple of paragraphs. "It states the three tasks are mandatory, but nothing else. We can proceed as we planned, just remember to be careful love. We don't want you hurt or killed." Susan was a bit annoyed with Hermione. She did not want Harry to even get a scratch.
"So, the Yule ball and party," Harry smirked.
Hermione nodded, "The only iffy thing is the wonderful weighing of the wands."
Hermione said trying to change the subject. She had wanted to be a girl for one night in a lovely gown, dancing with the boy she loved. Harry was laughing, "Well, to save the trouble, will you Hermione, Luna, Susan, and Daphne; allow your humble servant to take you to the ball."
Susan did a happy dance in her head at that. The girls had already chosen their gowns. Susan than just said "Yes, I will go."
Then Hermione looked at Fleur, "Sorry, Fleur."
"Zat is okay. I vill find a date. I did volunteer for zee tournament, unlike Harry." Fleur replied.
"Well, it is time," Harry said as he noticed all his girls were done with breakfast. They shrank the contracts and put them in their robes. As one they stood up and headed for Flitwick's office. He had permitted them to use his floo.
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The trip to Gringotts was pretty boring so Susan was daydreaming about the ministerial ball with Harry dancing with her. Then her mind re-engaged when the Goblin Hooksnarl said "Speaking of that, Dumbledore signed you into another betrothal contract; with you and Lavender Brown."
"Fuck," Susan said. She was amused that the other girls all said the same thing.
"You can only get out of it if either she dies or she is barren," Hooksnarl said.
"Her bride price?" Hermione asked looking thoughtfully.
"Fifty thousand galleons, I think Dumbledore is trying to bankrupt House Potter," Hooksnarl said, watching the boy.
"I say that again. Fuck." Harry said.
"My lord, there is a curse in the Black library that would make a lady barren. If it was used on the bint then she was obliviated, it would be another point against Dumbledore when the time is right." Narcissa said with a devilish smile. No one noticed the smile now forming on Susan's face. Miss Brown was a gossip that hurt many a puff. Also going after her Harry. The punishment Cissa proposed definitely fit the crime.
"It would be illegal to do that to the bint as you call her. It would be illegal to order you to use that curse on her." Harry returned her smile. Susan was also smiling at Cissa. She thought Cissa would have proposed killing that minger. She could sleep with this action.
"Hooksnarl, on the day Harry takes his rings; expect to take back the Brown's bride price." Narcissa said.
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Susan was happy on the way back to the castle. She helped with the death eater ambush. The one she killed had gotten "Avada" out before Susan's piercer hit the maggot. She saved Harry and Cissa's life. She didn't even feel sick all day over that.
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Susan was pissed. Dumbledore should have sent for the DMLE. She was absolutely sure her aunt would find Harry innocent but that was not the point. Ollivander died under suspicious, end of story.
{n}
Britain Loses famous wandmaker Yesterday, Garrick Ollivander died while being the official wand officiant in the Tri-Wizard-Tournament. His death was ruled an accident.
It is the end of Ollivanders's Wand Shop?
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Susan had gone to Sprout. Sprout was pissed at all of her house. The badges were fine with the support Cedric. The Potter stinks went over the line. Nor was she happy with how all the Warren was shunning Susan, even Hannah
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At dinner, Harry stood up and approached the teachers' table. The hall immediately grew quiet and Harry could feel every eye on him. "Headmaster Dumbledore?" he asked cautiously.
"Harry, my boy, what can I do today for our youngest champion?" Dumbledore asked him with a warm grandfatherly smile.
"I would like to ask you to stop the bullying of me and my friends. As you said, that type of behavior would not be tolerated while guests were at this school." Harry answered with a hopeful voice.
Dumbledore's smile faltered. "I'm sorry, my boy, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. I do not see any bullying. Neither does any of the staff. If you disagree; and you have an issue with other student's behavior to you, I suggest you fix it yourself."
Harry smiled at that. The idiot said that Harry and his ladies could deal with it; however, they decided to do so.
"You do not see the badges, and you just told me to handle it myself, well fine; you can't complain about my method," Harry said with a smile, he then walked back to his girls.
"Ladies, per the Dumblefuck, we have to respond to the bullshite ourselves. So, respond to any spells cast at us with lethal force."
Susan understood. This was just another line she was pushed across. As before, it was not Harry or her sister-wives that pushed her across. She would return fire. If the choice was the Cete or a random student or teacher. She would come down on the side of the cete.
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Susan got up early today. The day of the first event. She wanted to be the most beautiful she could be while in the ugly school robes. Harry led and Susan and the others down to breakfast, they actually marched. She was sure it looked awesome. When the other students saw the cete, they started gossiping. Unlike Cedric who was wearing a black and yellow robe with a large Hogwarts and Hufflepuff coat of arms on it. Harry's robe was the same color green as his eyes. It had no coat of arms on it. Harry had decided to not even have his family or the black coat of arms.
"Harry my ..." Dumbledore started.
"Gormless uphill gardener, call my liege his correct name. You are not a relative." Narcissa said.
"Mister Potter, why are you not wearing a Hogwarts robe?" McGonagall almost shouted. She wasn't happy with both Harry and Albus.
"Professor, as we can see by the students, they believe that Cedric is Hogwarts's champion, as do I. That; with there being no school name on one and the wrong school on the other on my entry forms leads me to surmise that I am just a competitor of this fucking bloodsport. Not a willing champion of one of the three schools."
"That will be ten points for language. Mister Potter. Now let me change these."
Minerva cast a spell and it did nothing. Albus tried and failed. "How..."
Harry laughed. "Per the rules of the contract, we are allowed to wear robes. These are basilisk hide-lined. It might prevent me from being barbecued or raked by the dragon."
"Dragon?" Minerva asked with a shudder.
Hermione hit her boyfriend with a sonorous charm.
"Yes, from the school's towers, you can see the dragon pens. So, the first task has to be dealing with dragons." Harry said. "I have an open bet that I will be the last person to go today; oh; and the dragon I face will be the Hungarian horntail. Are there any suckers here today? Also, I will get my gold egg the fastest."
Susan laughed at this. When Harry went last and fought a horntail; it would demand a DMLE investigation. She knew Dumbledore would never let that happen. She wondered how that would impact the bookies.
"Mister Potter, be that is it may, you go to school here at Hogwarts so will be representing the school," McGonagall said.
"Not according to the contract. Each school shall have one and only one champion. There is nothing in there about another competitor. The only thing it had to say was if a name came out of the hat, they must compete." With that, Harry left the hall.
Susan just hoped Harry had eaten before they left their loft. He had enough time, so…
She and Luna had to head back to the flat after breakfast. They had to hit the entry hall and pick up a barrister. While she did not seen Harry at work. She knew what the plan was. She knew that plans came apart when first combat happens.
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Susan was enjoying tea with the cete. She had calmed down. She did not know if she wanted to ask any questions. The original plan was to send the dragon to attack the judges. Not flame Harry and attack the spectators. Did Harry, Daphne, Narcissa, or Luna change the plan or did the headmaster or someone else fuck with the task? Knowing their situation, she did not want to know.
There was a pounding on the apartment door. Narcissa answered it with a wand drawn and pointed at the people.
"Stand aside, we are here to arrest Mister Potter." Two red-robed Aurors shouted. Susan recognized these two. They were the senior under secretary's personal protection detail. Why the fuck were they coming to arrest Harry?
"Stand down Aurors or you will pay the price. Why are you trying to arrest my client?" Korshak asked. Susan needed a memory vial, her aunt needed all of this.
"Mister Potter had the dragon attack, innocent students."
"I am sorry Aurors. The laws around the tournament give the competitors sovereign immunity when they are solving the tasks." Korshak. "If you take Harry, the ministry will suffer, and your job prospects will also suffer. You should go check. Harry will remain here."
The Aurors grumbled but soon left. Behind them was the headmaster. "Harry, my office now."
"No headmaster. I have to remain here if the Aurors come back. You wouldn't want me to lie to the Aurors now, would you? If you are talking about my performance, well bugger off. The dragon was set to kill me. Then it attacked the students. I used that distraction to get my egg; your problem; not mine. Your judges picked nesting dragons as our first challenge. It was your fault they were vicious."
Since that is all; hmm; though you could answer a question before you leave. How is it that my prediction of going last and getting the horntail was correct? You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Harry asked. Susan had to laugh at Harry's smirk.
"Mister Potter, you have to come down to get your score," Bagman stated from behind the headmaster.
Harry motioned to Narcissa. "Mister Fuckhead, you should read your contract. My master, Lord Potter, only needs to participate in the tasks. Anything dealing with the scores is not considered participation in the tasks. Since Harry didn't even want to participate, he cares even less about the scores." Then Narcissa shut the door. Dumbledore kept slamming on the door. Those inside put a silencing charm on the door.
"Who wants to bet I only scored five?" Harry laughed. "Now on to homework. Thank you for silencing him, Narcissa." Harry was jubilant. Susan agreed with Harry.
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The cete was doing homework until dinner time. For safety, Harry had elves bring them their dinners. After dinner, they went back to the homework when someone knocked, almost timidly on their door.
"I will get it," Susan said. She was surprised when she saw it was Neville. "Come in, would you like some tea?"
"No, would it be possible for me to speak with you, Harry, in private?" Neville stammered.
"Sure, Nev, what do you need?" Harry asked as he led Neville into the small office they had.
Once Neville left, Harry dropped down onto his chair with a sigh.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Susan asked.
"Not really. Times like these make me think. Neville is not wrong. We are not in the light. Damn, times like these, I think we are almost as bad as Dumbledore." Harry admitted.
Hermione hugged him. "Harry, even if you become another dark lord, we will still love you."
Susan shook her head. "Dark, well maybe but we love you as you are. If it is dark to eliminate threats to us, then I am dark also. What choice do we have though?"
"So true sister-wife," Daphne said as she came over and sat on her lap, giving her a less-than-chaste kiss.
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The-Boy-Who-Kills?
We, at the Prophet, give our sympathies to the families of the students that were killed in the first task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The rampaging dragon killed over thirty students wounding another twenty during Harry Potter's turn. The carnage was only stopped by the judges.
That death toll is horrific, but what is more the reason why it happened.
The solicitor for Harry Potter firmly stated that Harry was not responsible. Citing that the nest mother dragon was a Hungarian Horntail, she would not need a reason to attack.
The example given; where Harry stood; was charred black by the dragon's fire; just for Harry trying to talk with the dragon.
We at the Prophet will never know. The champion has Sovereign Immunity for solving the task; so, the Aurors could not even question Mister Potter. The second blunder of the Auror corps, they spent so much time trying to question Mister Potter that the only other major piece of evidence was left to fade away.
The Aurors never checked why the arena wards did not stop the dragon from attacking the students.
Inquiring into the Department of Magical Games; their response: The wards were put up by Dumbledore to prevent the dragons from leaving the arena. They could not explain why there was an area that was not protected. This gap was apparently over the whole section of Hogwarts's students.
The Aurors also did not investigate the allegations of tampering.
Mister Potter said in the breakfast hall; this was before he could have known about the task, then later in the champions' tent; that he would face the Hungarian Horntail and go last. Is it more than a coincidence that Harry was correct?
There was no explanation from the tournament staff as, to why Mister Potter had the information he did.
We at the Daily Prophet will follow up as more when we receive more information concerning Harry Potter!
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"Wake up Susan," Daphne said as she was shaking the girl awake.
"What is going on, I thought today was a lie-in day?" Susan asked.
"That was the original plan. Narcissa just took Harry off to the Wizengamot. We have until he returns to prepare to please our boy. To up our relationships. That is if you are in?" Daphne said.
This was like a cattle prod on her arse. Susan was now up and out of bed. She noticed a few things at this point. Daphne was only wearing a towel wrapping her hair. Daphne also didn't have any body hair below her face. Susan blushed at that. Daphne noticed where Susan's eyes were looking.
"Oh, that, Hermione and I decided to do that. Apparently, Harry likes the look. Per Luna, it will make the area more sensitive, especially to a parseltongue." Daphne said selling the girl on something she had never thought of.
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Susan was nervous. Would Harry freak? Would he reject her? Other than her tits, why would the boy even look at her compared to Daphne. There was also how Hermione had already gotten her hooks into the boy's heart. Well it was showtime. Why she agreed to be naked when the boy returned was still a mystery.
When Harry got back to his apartment; his jaw hit the ground. Susan wanted to jump the boy. His look toward each of them in turn was the same amount of time, same amount of lust showing. Harry thought she was just as sexy as every other member of the cete. Even the buttplug increased Harry's lust, not disgusting him. "What..." Harry stammered.
Susan noticed by the time Harry was done ogling each girl, he was gobsmacked.
Harry was pushed further into the room by Narcissa. She took a look around and dropped her robe. She took off her bra and panties. She then slowly stripped Harry of his clothes. Harry was still stunned.
"Harry, we wanted to go a little bit further since you are now truly our lord," Daphne said.
"We are your future wives and consorts; remember?" Susan said trying to think of a way to wake the boy up, he was totally stunned. Maybe they needed to re-enervate.
Harry finally recovered. "Well, you are all beautiful. Though I am going to be teased about liking blonds." Daphne and Luna shot him a look. He winced. Susan actually liked that. Harry didn't compare her to his mom. That would have been mortifying.
As Harry turned and they all saw an elf popping away with Harry and Narcissa's clothes.
After a few minutes, Harry's brain rebooted. "Hermione, I have some questions." The girls all looked at him. "What have all of you agreed to?" Susan smiled at this. Harry did not flag when his eye's shifted between each girl. Actually Harry Junior twitched. Harry did indeed think she was just as shaggable as any other member of the cete. She wanted to reward Harry for that.
"That clothes will be optional when we are alone. This will include sleeping. The use of mouths and fingers is fine as long as participants are okay with it. If possible, we can bath or shower together."
Daphne said with a broad grin at Hermione. "Narcissa will be teaching all of us the contraceptive, lubrication, cleaning, and pleasure spells. She will also start us on the long-term potions."
"The only thing, Harry, is you can see, we are all smooth. You are not. So come, to the bath. We have a spell to teach you."
"While I like that idea; I have something I have to do first," Harry said.
"Loves, in the morning; I have your promissory rings. As of tomorrow; I want the world to know you are mine. That includes you, Mione. It turns out that Lavender is barren. So, I was able to rip up the contract Dumbledore signed for me." Harry smirked at Cissa. "I am an emancipated lord, so I can decide who will be Misses Potter. You are the only woman that I would ever consider for that spot."
Susan felt her heart expand at that. Harry wanted to make all their dreams and hopefully fantasies come true.
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Susan was a little worried. Then Harry dropped to his knee and called each up to him in alphabetical order. He put a ring on her finger. It was a fiancé ring, not a consort. Harry really meant it when he said he would treat all equally. Then she asked about her ceremony and Harry responded with just set it up. If she hadn't already loved him, she would have fallen right then and there. She may be a consort or second wife. To Harry, she was his. No different than any other of the cete.
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THE TRUTH ABOUT HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED
We at the Daily Prophet have to report that information came out of a surprising place; Hogwarts's Defense against the Dark Arts class. It came out that we can now identify He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
The name we do not speak is an anagram of Tom Marvolo Riddle. That is what you get when you rearrange the letters of: I am Lord Voldemort. {A Picture of the two lines of writing with lines connecting the two}
With our research, we found that Tom Riddle was the son of Tom Riddle Senior a muggle, and the Mother Marope Gaunt, a witch.
Given his pure-blood supremacist view, it is hypocritical when he is a half-blood. We, at the Prophet, wonder how this knowledge will affect his terrorist group.
The Prophet will report on this ongoing story.
Rita Skeeter - Correspondent
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THE BOY-WHO-LIVED-HIS LIFE, HIS WORDS
We've Been Lied To!
In his own words, Harry Potter (14), the Boy-Who-Lived, has given us the exclusive story of his life from the night of the attack by You-Know-Who on the cottage of his parents in Godric's Hollow that fateful Halloween.
Potter: What you know about me is all a lie. To start, my parents were killed with the killing curse, but what proof is there that I survive the curse? Everyone hit with the curse has a look of horror on their face with no other marks. So why is my scar proof that I survive the curse? Only two people that night show the residue of the killing curse. No proof that I had the residue. The killing curse does no collateral damage. The nursery in the house at Godric's Hollow looks like it was hit by a bombarda maxima spell. Last, who was the witness that says I survive the curse? There was no body or wand of [He-who-shall-not-be named; Harry actually used his name] the first witness we know of is Hagrid {Hogwarts's Game master}, who admitted picking up Harry in his crib and taking him to Hogwarts. So, whatever defeated {if he was defeated} was nothing I am responsible for. Therefore, I am not your hero. It makes me wonder who benefits from the legend: the BWL. The only person who seems to have benefitted from it was my magical guardian. The same person that sealed James and Lilly Potter's wills.
As we all know, that person is Albus Dumbledore.
So, in truth, Mister Potter does not know if he was truly our savior, nor what the people that profited from the BWL legend stole from him or us; the public at large.
We also learned that the only "proof" the dark lord was even at Godric's Hollow was a report that some death eaters said he went there. We know from the DMLE that two killing curses were cast and Mister Potter's parents died from them.
Mister Potter had these additional thoughts: if the dark lord was stopped that night; how do we know he wasn't killed in a coup or something else? Or someone else; if the room was hit by a bombarda maxima, who cast it?
Could other Death Eaters have shown up and killed my parents with the AK, then hit the house with a bombarda maxima and left?
If the so-called dark lord was stopped that night, someone else is your hero, not me.
One last point; If as you say; I was that hero, wouldn't the Wizengamot have awarded me an Order of Merlin? I mean look at Dumbledore, he received one for defeating Gellert Grindelwald.
This reporter agrees with Harry. The only true information of the night is what has been released by the DMLE. Nothing else is a fact. The rest of what happened that night is just speculation.
I agree with Mister Potter, we do not know what happened that night.
Maybe, just maybe we are making someone a hero that doesn't deserve it. Conversely, if Harry did kill, he-who-must-not-be-named; the Wizengamot owes Harry another order of merlin.
Reports Silence Dogood
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Susan was amused. She saw Harry and Narcissa follow McGonagall out of the hall. She was betting they were on a trip to the headmaster's office. She lost wand, parchment, stone. She had wanted to be in that meeting. It was sure to be a treat.
{s}
Susan noticed that Harry was not having a good day. She was glad that he called a meeting after dinner that night.
"Ladies, I think I may have gone too far with the first task that said; it could be something else. We need some information. Hermione, Krum studies a lot in the library. Could you go see him?" Harry asked. "Susan, could you check out Cedric? Daphne, could you track down Fleur? Last, Luna, could you find out who is running the betting pool and details on odds, and whatnot?"
Susan wondered what this was about. They were still being shunned and sometimes attacked. She retaliated with a stunner if it was a single assailant. It two or more, she liked using the piercing curse.
"What is going on Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Once we have the information, we will discuss it. It is just a feeling so far. A very bad feeling." Harry replied. "The champions are treating me like a leper."
"Harry, do you still want dance lessons?" Narcissa asked
Harry blinked at the non sequitur. "Yes, I want them for all of us. So, we can go to any ball and not embarrass ourselves, I don't want to let my ladies down, why?" Susan beamed at that. Harry made it clear; he wanted her and the rest happy. Even with the occasional killing, how he treated the cete never changed. In a perfect world, she was sure there would be no killings. But it was what it was.
"We have a month until the Yule ball. They will be announcing it today in class. Minerva will be holding mandatory dance classes starting Saturday. You will be told you have to be here. You will also be told you must have a date. One date." Narcissa smirked.
"Very funny. So do you have a plan for us to escape?" Harry retorted.
"Of course, my lord. We will just go to another ball. Just expect our glorious tosser to try to take you from the ministry ball. Though how he would be able to do it, without making a scene, is beyond me."
"Let him try. I am sure we can make such a scene it will cost him dearly. On the other matter of the dance, hmm, ladies, please let it drop that so I do not offend you, I have already asked someone and that girl wants to remain anonymous until the night of the ball. I will, of course, make it up to you at the ministry ball. I will dance with all of you." Harry asked.
Susan loved this. It showed her respect. It was also romantic. They were escaping to have a romantic night. She smirked.
"Daph, your sister would love to go to the ministry ball, correct?" Harry asked.
Daphne smirked as she nodded.
"Your father would not let her attend unless heavily chaperoned, that she has a date that is "safe"?" Harry asked.
"Amusing, and delightful, my lord. You should have been put in Slytherin. I will see to all the arrangements from my family. You will of course also have to give one dance with my mother, probably two." Daphne said while laughing at Harry's frown.
The only issue, her own plot against the ball was still not solidified.
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Susan Bones
I just wanted to give you a heads-up niece. Toad sent Harry a gift. I am sending aurors to make sure the Hogwarts' Yule Ball will be safe.
Love
Aunty A
{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. Susan just nodded at that. She had provided some of that information. Her working with Daphne on this settled any tension between the two of them.
"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. She was proud of Sprout. Only the threat to fire her and replace her by Minerva becoming head of two houses stopped Pomona from resigning on the spot.
"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. Susan wondered if Harry had decided these tasks to force the girls to work together. This one made her and Daphne work with Luna. Also smoothing out some tension between the three.
"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. She already planned on calling her aunt that morning to get her to the castle.
"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."
This causes Susan to kiss him. He wanted to keep some of the innocents, safe.
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Hermione came to her tonight. She wanted an audience. This turned her on. Damn, she both wanted to watch and be watched. Such a bad girl.
{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."
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.