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Before Madam Bones left I told her: "Tell Minister Fudge that I will examine the House Black books soon, Malfoy will never get his paws on the Black fortune. I am my Sworn Godfather's Heir. He better get his priorities straight."

Although, I don't want Fudge kissing my butt, or worse, the pink toad!

22 Prepping for the task.

"Mr. Potter, are you accusing the Minister of corruption? That is a serious accusation and can backfire as slander to the Minister and used against you," warned Madam Bones.

I shrugged and asked: "Madam Bones, can you tell me why Fudge had to be present to slaughter a Hippogriff that Malfoy wanted dead? Why wasn't the DMLE notified after my Sworn Godfather was captured?"

I looked her in the eyes and said: "Do not forget Malfoy was one of the many that got away with the Imperio excuse by donating large sums to so-called charities. And from the moment Fudge got elected Malfoy spent almost more time in Fudge's office than Fudge himself. So think, Madam Bones, who will benefit if my sworn Godfather dies?"

Madam Bones shook her head: "I feel for you, Mr. Potter, but without hard evidence, this is slander against a Minister and a benefactor to our community. Saying it out loud can and will get you in trouble."

"Then I will keep quiet until I have my evidence, Madam Bones. Oh, can I give you a small tip? When the names for the tournament were selected, I spotted a water bug flying in our Great Hall. You understand that it is not the season nor the environment for water bugs. The next day, Rita Skeeter reported the event in the Daily Prophet almost word for word. Good day, Madam Bones."

I better take care of the bug now, in the books Harry saw Malfoy and his goons talking to something small in his hand, so the bug was under Malfoy's control. Getting rid of Rita will muzzle Malfoy's control on that paper. If she gets caught, it will be five years in Azkaban, or when the word gets out, there will be a nationwide water bug hunt with flyswatters.

Xxxxx

After lunch, we went to Myrtle's bathroom and into the secret passage, §Stairs§ turned the slide into steps. Hermione, Daphne, and Luna gasped when they saw the shed snake skin, Luna asked: "Harry? Are you certain that this snake is dead? It is a big one."

"Yep, I stabbed it myself" I answered while I made the passage wider and reinforced the ceiling. "I expect it to be a bit smelly, it is dead for more than a year."

We arrived at the big door, §Open§ it let us in §Lights§ lit the place up. In the Chamber, the carcass of the snake made a big impression, it wasn't even smelly at all.

Luna walked around it with wide eyes, suddenly she called out loud: "Winky? Can you bring my camera here? It is in my trunk. Thank you, Winky, see, Dobby tried to save Harry from this basilisk."

"Dobby be brave elf, Missy Luna, Winky be thanking Dobby for saving Master Harry." and Winky popped away.

I chuckled: "Dobby is going to get some tonight. Good for him."

Luna took command: "Harry, stand next to the head, Hermione, Daphne, stand next to him. This is an exclusive for the Quibbler, wait, I need some more from a different angle… Perfect!"

"Luna, you stand next to it, for when you write a book about exotic creatures, it would make a great cover for the book." I offered.

Luna's eyes sparkled: "You mean that Harry? I can use a picture of this Basilisk for a book cover? Thank you!"

Hermione smiled and said: "You are our dear friend, Luna, when Harry says that you can use it, feel free to do so. Just give some copies of those pictures to us."

"I agree, Luna," said Daphne, "without you, we wouldn't known of the connection between Hermione and me. You are one of us now."

Luna blushed and asked: "One of us?"

Daphne grinned: "Why, yes of course, you shared our bed last night, if that doesn't make you one of us, then I don't know what would."

Hermione took the picture of the Basilisk and Luna, a deep red blushing Luna with a dreamy expression on her face. That book will be a bestseller for sure.

We explored the chamber, we only found an empty office, it was cleared out ages ago, I have memories of a disappointed Riddle looking at that empty office. Meh, we found two more snake skins, then, I extracted some Venom from the Basilisk and dripped it on the Tiara and ring, carefully avoiding the Stone.

The results were clear, two screaming vapors went out of the Tiara and ring and dissipated into nothing. I grinned: "Two down, the diary and the cup, makes four, Nagini is five, that leaves the locket and yours truly at seven. We only have to wait for Sirius and Gringotts offer. I am not in the mood to receive an Avada again, the people upstairs will take that badly."

Luna asked: "People upstairs? Who are you talking about?"

I shrugged: "I bet the ones that give you those dreams of Malfoy's dungeon. There must be someone that is watching us, don't you think?"

Daphne growled: "They better not look at what we are doing in our bed."

I hugged her: "Honey, there are 7 billion people on Earth, I bet they have other priorities. And if they watch, well, I can't blame them, the three of you are smoking hot to look at."

I bet I am scoring points with that comment… yep, Group Hug is my favorite out-of-bed pastime.

Xxxxx

Back in Myrtle's bathroom, I closed the entrance and gave it a password §Property of Potter§ that will keep Ron out of the Chamber, in this story he is a Parselmouth too. With Dumbledore out of the picture and the treat of squibbing, if they potion me, they are laying low.

Myrtle came out of her toilet: "What have you been doing down there? It is dangerous there!"

"We went down to see if that snake was still in good condition Myrtle, you know that snake that killed you, fifty years ago."

"Still in good condition? You mean it is dead?" she asked.

Hermione answered: "Yes, Myrtle, Harry killed it more than a year ago, we are going to harvest it next week. May I ask what is keeping you on this plane? Is it for avenge on your killer?"

Myrtle pouted: "No, it was that cow Olivia Hornby, I vowed to haunt her if I died. But after a few months, they banished me here and bound me to this toilet."

"I can undo that if you want Myrtle, you will be able to go anywhere you want, or even pass on." I offered.

"Yes, please! This toilet is driving me crazy!" Said Myrtle, she almost shouted it.

Twenty minutes later Myrtle Warren passed on to the next adventure, I am curious what her reaper has to say to her.

Xxxxx

At Dinner, rumors were flying all over the place, we were still sitting at the Ravenclaw table close to Fleur and asking questions about Beaubatons, the more she spoke about it the more attractive it became.

Daphne commented: "If Harry manages to learn French on an acceptable level, I would like to transfer there. The enchanting class is appealing to me, so is the alchemy course. Both are not taught here."

Fleur smiled: "Please do so, and the weather is much better than here, even as we are located in the Pyrenees mountains of the south of France, the climate is warmer than here."

That moment a Gringotts owl landed in front of Daphne, she accepted the letter, while I gave it a drumstick. Damn, I could not fool the bird, swallowing a chicken leg would choke it. With a glare at me, it flew away.

When I read the letter I swore: "Bloody fuck! Those goblins are greedy bastards! 5000? Why don't I take a knife and carve it out of my head? Do they want my kidney too?"

Hermione softly said: "See it as compensation for our visit in a few years. It's a small price to pay for getting rid of that thing."

Fleur asked: "What thing needs five thousand galleons to get rid of if I may ask? That is the price of a full team of Goblins for a week."

I answered: "Some foul cursed family heirloom, it affects my curse scar too, we need the connection removed without lobotomizing me."

Fleur nodded: "Goblins are good at that, I want to get a job there as a curse breaker and enchanter after the Tournament."

I smiled: "If we survive the tournament."

Fleur raised her eyebrows and asked: "Why are you so pessimistic? They assured us that the tasks are not so dangerous as before."

I grinned: "If a child said a dog is dangerous, would a man like Hagrid say the same? It is all in your perspective, Miss Fleur. Hagrid had a baby dragon in his cabin three years ago, and he claimed that dragons are just misunderstood and are gentle beings if you know how to handle them."

Daphne added: "It all depends on who decided on the tasks, and what that person considers as dangerous."

Fleur looked suspicious: "It sounds to me you know what the first task is going to be and I won't like it."

I nodded: "You are correct on both accounts, Miss Fleur. We will tell you when they arrive, promise."

Fleur thought for a bit and nodded: "I can wait, Harry. Oh, I meant to ask you, how can you resist my allure so good? Others start drooling after a few minutes tops, you on the other hand can have a conversation with me without stuttering or making a fool of yourself."

Luna commented: "Harry has a Soul Bond with Hermione and Daphne. The bond prevents mind-altering effects."

Fleur said: "Congratulations on your bonding, Harry, Hermione and Daphne. Too bad actually, men who can resist our allure are in high demand with the Veela population. They are often invited to live in the enclave, and sire a lot of children."

Hermione: "Too bad for the enclaves he is taken already, Harry is even capable of resisting the Imperio Curse."

Daphne tapped Hermione's arm: "Hermione! Shame on you! You are bragging about Harry, although it is something to brag about."

Fleur smiled: "You are always welcome to pay a visit to the enclave."

I smiled back: "You are always welcome for a visit in our quarters, Fleur. Ask any elf for directions, or ask Winky to take you there."

Xxxxx

In our quarters I asked: "On what day should I let that Soul piece be removed?"

Daphne suggested: "Next week on Friday? Then you have two days to recuperate, and Dumbledore will still be out of the picture."

Hermione nodded: "I agree, make an appointment for Friday after breakfast. As a Champion, you don't have to attend classes."

Friday it is, we sent Hedwig away with the letter after I dispelled all the trackers and compulsion charms. That bird was compelled to let Dumbledore read my mail first. One more proof Dumbledore is a control freak.

When it was time for bed, Hermione took the middle, and Luna lay beside Daphne, after a few snogs we fell asleep. I woke up when I felt a hand entering my boxer and started exploring Little Dude.

I heard whispers: "How will that fit? Will it be that hard all the time? Hermione, what do you do next?"

I heard Hermione whisper back: "Now I have to stroke it to stimulate it, then he will cum and eject his semen. Sometimes women will put it in their mouth and suck on it. I read about it in Mum's novels, I read that men like that very much."

Luna asked: "Are you going to do that? What will that taste like?"

Hermione silently answered: "Not today, I was just curious how it feels like in my hand. To suck it I want him awake for that."

I whispered back: "I am glad you want me awake for that, but please don't stop what you are doing, it feels great."

Daphne asked: "Isn't it better to remove your boxer shorts, Harry? Hermione, pull it down, we want to see it."

Wtf? Do they want a show? I am already on the edge, waking up with an erection is normal, but waking up with a hand on your erection, is not so normal, Little Dude is barely holding it in. Hermione removed her hand and pulled my boxer down, then she straddled my legs, took Little Dude in her hand, and softly started pumping, Daphne and Luna moved closer to have a better look, groaning, I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate to hold it in. Fourteen years old and waking up in the middle of a hand job doesn't need much to spill a load.

I lost it when Luna said: "Daphne? Maybe you have to kiss it like in Hermione's mother's Novels?"

I would like to say it went up against the ceiling, but that would be lying, it was only halfway. No comments please, there was a lot of pressure involved. Before I could clean it up, Luna dipped her finger in it and tasted it, she commented: "A bit salty, it doesn't taste bad at all."

Daphne and Hermione did the same, Hermione said: "You are right, Luna, I will try sucking it next time."

When Little Dude heard that, he sprung back into action. With a wave of my hand, I cleaned the mess. Luna pointed: "Look, it is hard again, I thought that it had to go flat before it was ready again?"

Daphne said: "I guess we are stimulating him. Isn't it a boy's dream to have a lot of girls in his bed? Can I try, Hermione? Luna? How do our bonds look like?"

Luna looked at us and said: "The weakest bond is between you and Hermione. That needs work."

Blushing, Hermione and Daphne looked at each other, I suggested: "We can talk about it tonight, it is too close to breakfast to start now. Maybe you can get a head start by taking a shower together."

Now the blush went from deep pink to blood red, after a look at each other they did anyway. Slowly their chaste walls are crumbling down further. The session from this morning was a start, if we have to do a three-way marriage, some Yuri action has to be included. Showering together is a great help to strengthen the Soul Bond. They kept blushing but were holding hands, I call that an improvement, Luna nodded and confirmed it.

Xxxxx

The new headliners of the Daily Poison showed two main topics,

The Boy Who Lives is now the Man Who Bonded!

Alastor Moody was found alive in his office at Hogwarts!

Dear Readers!

This is like a horror story! The man that we thought to be Alastor Moody turned out to be the presumed dead Barty Crouch JUNIOR! The convicted Death Eater who was supposed to be dead and buried in Azkaban!

According to our sources, Alastor Moody was attacked in late August, and Barty Crouch Junior has been posing as the retired Auror ever since, using Polyjuice, while the real Alastor was locked up in his own trunk!

Alastor has been cursing Albus Dumbledore to be a blind idiot or a malicious criminal for not noticing the deception. After all, they have been friends since the Grindelwald war. Spending two months in school, surely Dumbledore must have noticed something.

Dumbledore was not available due to a prior accident he was involved in, he is currently in St. Mungo's where he is being treated for brain damage. We can but wonder when that damage started on his brain. The rumor mill whispered it was caused when he illegally entered a student's mind with Legilimency.

All of that raised the question, what was Barty Crouch Junior and Peter Pettigrew planning to do at Hogwarts? An examination showed that Peter Pettigrew carried the Dark Mark, so two Death Eaters who were supposed to be long gone, were found at Hogwarts boundary, one of them was acting as the Dada Professor for two months!

Barty Crouch Senior was seen in the offices of the DMLE, no doubt for questioning why and how his son was out of Azkaban.

Are our children safe? A Death Eater could wander through Hogwarts like he was strolling through a park? What other dark secrets are the staff hiding from us?

Edited by Barnaby Cuffe

Escaping Azkaban is easy? More on page 2

Polyjuice, the perfect disguise, or a blind headmaster? More on page 3

Is our education really the best in the world? Statistics on page 4

The curse on the Dada position strikes again! More on page 5

Travel Trunks, the perfect prison? More on page 10

Xxxxx

The Boy Who Bonded!

Yes, dear Readers, the Boy Who Lived, our very own Harry Potter, has done another heaven-defying feat. Harry managed to form a Soul Bond, not just a normal Soul Bond, which is on its own very rare, no our Hero managed to Soul Bond with two Witches!

This is unheard of, and never before recorded, one of our specialists who wants to remain incognito reports: "A three-way bond is so rare, because when the first Soul Bond is formed, they usually stopped kissing others, so preventing to add more to their Bonding."

That, dear readers is understandable, once you formed the Bond, you won't start kissing others in the hope you find another one, that will only damage the existing Bond.

We managed to get the names of those two lucky Witches, Miss Daphne Greengrass, Heir to House Greengrass, and Hermione Granger, Muggleborn and close friend of our Hero since their first year.

We wish them all the luck in the world and bless them on their Soul Bonding.

Edited by Barnaby Cuffe.

More about Soul bonds on page 6

Who will wear the pants in this relationship? More on page 8

More on the effects of Magical bonding on the modern Wizards on page 9

Xxxxx

I chuckled: "No Rita Skeeter signing it this time? I bet she heard me talking to Madam Bones and is in hiding."

Hermione commented: "We could have used her, but as you said, Malfoy was using her for years, so in the end we gained more than we lost."

Daphne nodded: "Not one word about Black, that proves that she is in Malfoy's pocket. Otherwise, that news is too juicy to pass on. She would scream it all over the front page, getting one over the Ministry will get more readers. So are we on a bug hunt?"

I shook my head, "Nope, let the DMLE go after her, they are paid to do that stuff."

One by one, students came to us to congratulate us Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Micheal Corner, Neville Longbottom… ah! I remember now! The Potter Alliance! How could I forget that big stick behind the door?

I grinned evilly: "So, you remembered that our families used to be allies, or did you find out just a few days ago like me? Here was Harry Bloody Potter, skinny, dressed in rags, clueless about the Wizarding World, desperately needing help from his allies, and not getting it. No, lovely girls like Miss Bones and Abbot were telling me what an evil Wizard I was in our second year, after all, I can talk to snakes."

I stood up and glared at the Alliance members: "You can write to your parents or guardians that I am reevaluating that Alliance soon, based on the behavior of their Heirs, of course. Oh, thank you for your good wishes on my Soul bonding."

That stirred up the ant nest. All of them rushed to their dorms, probably writing letters to home, if I remember it right, the Potters were big sponsors for their allies, and those allies were not in a hurry to pay some of it back.

Madam Pomfrey came to my table: "Mr. Potter, report to the Hospital wing for an examination, we need to make certain that the bond is well established."

I shook my head: "No can do that, Madam Pomfrey. You are not qualified to do so. If I need an opinion about our bond I will visit St. Mungo's or Gringotts. My wives and I are off limits for you."

"Mr. Potter!" she shouted, "I am responsible for the health of all the students in Hogwarts! That includes you and your wives! Report to the Hospital wing at once!"

I shouted back: "If you were responsible for my health, where were you the last three years? I was abused and starved by my relatives for ten years! Each year I was in your Hospital Wing and you didn't do shit about it. So bug off Madam Pomfrey, you were planning to write a book about it, don't you?"

I turned to McGonagall and shouted at her: "And you! I came here small, skinny, and dressed in rags and you didn't care! But when you saw me flying on a broom, there, here is a Nimbus 2000 boy, and try to catch that snitch or die trying!"

Hmm, now that I have the attention of the Hall, I might as well go all the way, ah, I'll add a small Sonorus: "I spent ten years in a cupboard under the stairs! Starved, beaten, and neglected! Not one word or letter from the Wizarding world! Then, on my eleventh birthday, someone drags me into the wizarding world and suddenly I am bloody famous? Where were you all those years when I needed help? Who dropped me off there anyway? What right did they have to do that? You see me walking in cast-off clothes that are five sizes too big and nobody notices that? Are the teachers fucking Blind? No, you are never there, McGonagall, you are our head of House but they might as well appoint an old broomstick for that job for the same results."

Too much? The broomstick part perhaps, the Hall was silent for a couple of seconds until a sixth-year girl commented: "I did write you a letter each year from the day I could write. I never got an answer, I stopped writing when I was ten years old."

The same comments sounded from all the tables, I held my hands up: "Sorry everyone, my very first owl post was my Hogwarts letter and it was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. I assumed you knew how I was treated there and didn't care about it. What I do know is I want to kill the bastards that put me there and the assholes that kept sending me back there."

That will do it, I'll bet a lot of owls will fly to their parents tonight. I looked coolly at Pomfrey and said: "Run along Medi nurse, we don't want you or need you, go hug the headmaster for all I care."

Pomfrey is one character that baffled me, she can do diagnostic charms, I was in that wing more than enough, and she didn't see it once? She allowed me to return to the Dursleys? Bitch. McGonagall is another bitch, if I am the nation's Hero, she must have paid more attention to my situation. Meh, fuck her. That is right! Fuck her! So I don't have to fuck that woman, it seems she is on a daily diet of lemons... The normal kind of lemons.

Fleur commented: "The Heroes from Britain have it rough. We never knew the full story, Harry, you have been through a lot, and I am sorry for you. Beaubatons will welcome you with open arms."

Cedric said: "We will make it right, Harry, we never knew, I suspect they must have notice me not or an aversion spell cast on you for us to ignore your situation. Believe me, we treat our celebrities completely differently."

Fleur nodded: "That is the only possible explanation, Harry. A spell that made them leave you alone, is hard to overcome if they are not keyed to you. Hermione for example could override that spell due to the Soul link."

"We better hurry to class… ah, we have potions now, did they find a replacement yet? No? I'll go to my quarters and prepare for the first task." I sighed,

"Hermione gave me a short hug, "Don't worry, Harry, we will help."

Xxxxx

When Luna went to her class, I asked the girls: "Hermione? Daphne? Doesn't it have to feel strange if Luna shares our bed? Or wouldn't the situation from this morning be awkward? Luna dipped her finger in it and tasted it, and we accepted that as normal. Would any of you allow another girl in our bed? Like Tracey? Parvati? They are your friends, and have been longer than Luna."

After a minute Daphne answered: "Now that I thought about it, having Luna in our bed feels normal, I didn't give it a second thought of her dipping her finger in it and having a taste, Hermione and I followed her example without thinking. Normally I would be embarrassed if I did that in the presence of a girl that I know for a few days."

I groaned: "My reaper told me he would do something extra to entertain the guys upstairs, I fear Luna is the something extra, could she be another Soul Bond? She is only thirteen!"

Hermione shook her head: "She is fourteen, her birthday is five days after me on 24 of September. I admit we feel comfortable around her. What she said in Malfoy's dungeon and Olivander struck a nerve with me. I agree with Daphne, that situation of this morning would never happen with Tracey or Parvati."

She shrugged: "There is one way to find out, Harry, you have to give her a snog."

I bit back: "No, Hermione, there are two other ways, one of you can give her a snog. Why would it have to be me?"

Daphne teased: "You are the only male? What can it hurt? She is only two months younger than you, you can ask her if she wants it first."

I grumbled: "Shouldn't you work on strengthening your bond? Some snogs? Cop a feel? A hand job? A blowjob?"