Chapter 5
After two losses, Harry gave up. Both times he through the games. He did not want to deal with Ron being a git. Ron quickly got bored and left the compartment. Gin followed left to powder her nose. After thirty minutes, Harry looked over at Hermione. He noticed her scowl.
"Hermione, why are you scowling at me?"
"I don't know. I am so conflicted, like friends," She stated neutrally. "
"Well, I wanted a true friend. However, that is immaterial. I only need you for the three tasks. Between the third task and the end of the year, I will release you."
This shocked Hermione. "That what is your game?"
"Not really a game. Once the blasted tournament is over, I will have no use for you. To keep you after that would be too dangerous to me and you."
"Why would it be dangerous?"
"Simple, after the third task, Dumbledore, Riddle, and the Ministry will go glove off. The end result, if you are not two hundred percent for me, you are either an albatross or a threat. Since your life, and that of your family will be at risk. I expect you to fly away and take them with you. Maybe you will learn about authority figures, so next time we meet, we can actually try friendship."
"Is that all?" Hermione asked thoughtfully.
"No. One, I am embarrassed at. I would lose my Wizengamot seat if I married a muggle or muggle-born or got caught with one as a mistress. You can thank Albus for that new law. I could never have you close come June. The second is about your friends. Your Hogwarts a History has been booby-trapped with a wrotting curse. Ginny has a vial of poison for me and another for you. If Ginny does not survive the year, Dumbledore will have you killed. If Ginny becomes pregnant. She will either kill you or have someone else do it. You need to know that Dumbledore will not let you sit your OWLS. He cannot afford for you to beat his record, let alone show up all the purebloods. From your lack of shock. You already knew all that."
"I did not know about Ginny. I found the curse and several of its triggers. I know Molly is starting to dose my care packages with love, lust, and loyalty potions for Ronald." Hermione said with a sigh.
"The potions are made by Molly. They are keyed to you locally. Ginny is getting stray hairs from your brush. Ginny thinks Ronald should turn you into the school slag for fun." Harry replied.
"Isn't that what you are doing? And your side chick." Hermione laughed.
"Not quite. You see, while I do want to shag you. I have a limit. You see, there is a betrothal contract between Ginny and I. It requires me to be pretty much faithful. It was signed by Albus and Molly three days after my parents died. Harry stated firmly.
"What about Millie?"
"She enjoys you. She also likes to punish you for making my possible death very painful. For not fact-checking books and mindlessly obeying authority figures." Harry said seeing Hermione nod her head.
"She won't take my innocence away?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"No, I will probably do that. In a nice romantic setting, you described. You did state that I was acceptable for that."
"Yes, but how will you deal with that with your enforced chastity?"
"I don't know. Millie is getting randy from my prick to slam into her tight quim, so I suspect that she already has a plan. Now, you need to quit scowling at me. I am going to read. Want to bet that Ginny is giving Ron a right bollocking about the food? That for his safety and because she can't stand me, neither will return?"
Hermine gave a small smile. "No bet. I know you are right."
"Good pet. Now if you feel you need to be punished, show up in the old alchemy classroom on the fourth floor after curfew tonight. Don't be seen.
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Hermione should have bet. The two Weasleys returned in just enough time to change into the school clothes. The carriage ride from the train station to the castle was in silence. Harry didn't care though. He was worried.
On September 1st, 1991; there were eight thousand people in magical Britain. By the end of this school year, he had to get that number under three. Part of the plan was guaranteed. As he will save both Delacour daughters, and replace Albus with Jacques-Yves as Supreme Mugwump; the ICW laws that let magical Britain force its children to Hogwarts and force people with "essential" skills to stay and work for peanuts would be abolished. But how many would leave? Not enough; he would have to somehow destroy the London Alleys, Saint Mungo's, and the ministry itself. Hermione told him of an interesting muggle news article.
Then there were the two. Riddle and his four death eaters and one Horcrux. It shouldn't be that hard to finish them off. Dumbledore was another matter. He doubted he could challenge the bastard for another three or four years, at least. Moody was another he couldn't challenge, yet. But he still had to deal with the rest of the order first. Then there was Dumbledore's familiar. How to get it alone?
Harry sighed. The last issue was the tournament. With the last bit of information from Millie; all of his plans should work. He sighed again. Ave mort, morituri te salutant, he thought.
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Harry had to keep his head down during the opening speech. If he laughed, people would ask questions. If they found out that Harry knew about the tournament beforehand, that would lead to yet more questions. It wouldn't be until after he killed Ron, there had to be questions.
Then there was the anti-climatic entry of Crouch Junior. Oops, Moody. So spooky. Yay. Yep, one of his special spells was cast and the castle had two death eaters. Sit ludos incipere.
Harry noticed that Ginny smiled at the Goblet. He couldn't wait to destroy her.
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Harry was not surprised when his name came out of the goblet. Nor was the meeting right after. He noticed that no one told him that he was emancipated now. Millie would be sending an owl to Gringotts tonight. Tomorrow, he would be getting his rings and letters.
"Harry Potter, you are a cheat!" Ronald Bellowed.
"Really Carrot? Are you willing to fight to prove it?" Harry returned after casting a silencing charm. He didn't want anyone to hear the terms. Soon, the idiot agreed under an unbreakable vow. Harry dropped the silence when Albus, Minerva, and Pomona finally showed up.
"Ahh, headmaster, I am glad you showed up. Please put dueling wards up at the pitch. Since this is forced with an unbreakable vow, don't even try to stop us." Harry responded.
"As long as the duel is only to the first blood, no unforgivable, I will put up the shields," Flitwick said. Harry nodded.
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Harry put his firebolt and international portkey right by him before getting inside the wards. He bowed to Flitwick and then Ron. He rolled to the side when Ron cast before Flitwick started to count down. So be it.
Harry dodges the next cutter. He realized that either Ron was trying to save energy or he was a weak wizard. The last cutter would not even pierce a school robe. Harry finally fired a bombarda right to Ron's groin. Ron was able to produce a fair shield, but that wasn't good enough. Blood and gore were splattering everywhere. Harry instantly summoned his broom, jumped up on it, and flew to Ronald who had passed out. He grabbed the boy and slung him over the broom. With a wave to the shocked Dumbledore and McGonagall, he flew past the wards and then port-keyed away. He couldn't wait until they saw what he would do to the git.
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Harry returned just shy of curfew. As he knew, he was soon in the headmaster's office with Pomona, Severus, and Minerva.
"What did you do with Mister Weasley?" Minerva started.
"Per our dueling agreement, he is now at a clinic to become a eunuch. Since he demanded I put up my firebolt and my family vault, I thought that was of equal worth."
"You could not do that, I am the Potter magical guardian." Albus thundered.
"I did not say it was the Potter family." Harry retorted.
"Which family?" Albus demanded.
"Since you have forbidden any scion from wearing the ring until they hit their majority, you don't need to know. Just an FYI though, I bribed the ministry to put the paperwork in my parent's sealed will. You want to know bad enough, unseal the will." Harry retorted.
Dumbledore went white at that. Did that mean Harry had seen the will? How did he even know about the will? Someone was telling the boy information, Albus did not want him to know. How to stop this?
"All the rules were obeyed Dumbledore. He called me a cheat and a fraud. He paid for it. It is just too bad I could not have killed him or dueled to the death." Harry continued.
"You are going dark, Harry. You must stay in the light." Albus tried.
"Dark, maybe. But who is at fault there? Who put me with my abusive, magic-hating relatives? The people that locked me into a cupboard under the stairs? Who beat and starved me?" Harry said while divesting himself of his robe and jumper. Now topless, all could see the scars on him. "Oops, who knows what justification you spout, the place was my version of Azkaban. So if I become the next Tom, it is all your fault."
All the teachers were stunned. The boy in front of them had so many scars. Harry didn't bother to get dressed, he just left.
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"That was not nice you know." Millie chided him.
"I know, but tell me, doesn't she deserve it?"
"True, but preying on her embarrassment? Her humiliation?" Millie asked
Harry shrugged. "She is supposed to be the brightest witch of our generation. She should figure out that the plug has a notice me not. Besides, it is all part of the plan. I need her hate to be scorching hot at the end. Besides, she has come back twice a week to get more punishment."
"Remind me to never get on your bad side. And when can I get back to torturing her?"
Harry laughed. "Who says I have a good side? Thanks to that meeting, Dumbledore is now paralyzed into inaction. Pomona will probably take me to Poppy tomorrow. That should be fun. Especially when Pomona takes her to task for all the abuse signs she ignored at Dumbledore's orders. Now, since the first task is in three weeks, is everything set up?"
"All I have left is to give the instructions to Hermione. The potions and sticking pads have arrived." Millie said smiling like a wolf.
"Good. I want to punish the redhead bitch. You took care of the other thing?"
"Tomorrow, after you see Pomfrey. Then you will be shooting blanks for at least eight months. That will make the fertility potions worthless. Everything is going to plan."
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Harry was having a good time. He now had two rings on his hand. He was using the room to keep practicing magic. It was also a great place to snog with Hermione and Millie. He continued to punish Hermione. He learned from that. Both girls enjoyed being with another witch as well as anal stimulation. The difference was Hermione was embarrassed by her anal fetish. It totally humiliated her.
All was not a cake walk though; it was a lot of work. Coupled with keeping someone alive, setting up his swan song, and getting ready to leave for the States; some nights he was exhausted.
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"Ginny, are you ready for tonight?" Hermione asked.
"No, I am still not ready to have sex with that monster."
"I thought so, I had an idea," Hermione replied.
"Really?" Ginny responded.
"Yes, though it is a bit sluttier." Hermione said.
"What is it? If I don't have to actually have sex with Harry, I would do anything." Ginny said.
"Okay. I know where there is a hole in Myrtle's bathroom." Hermione said.
"What does that mean?" Ginny asked.
"There is a hole between two stalls in the girl's bathroom. It is about the right size and height. It has two holes above it." Hermione said.
"I still don't understand," Ginny said.
"If you go into one, strip, and face the hole. Harry comes to the other side. He sticks his length into the hole. You use your hands and mouth to get him off. Then you catch enough of his seed and stick it into you. That should work to impregnate you." Hermione said.
"That is sick!" Ginny whined.
"It is either that or …" Hermione replied.
"What if I get some in my mouth?" Ginny asked.
"I will give you a potion so you cannot through up. That way you will not corrupt his seed." Hermione said.
"Why do I have to strip?" Ginny asked.
"Any seed you spit out or spill on your body will be viable. Being totally naked, you can quickly put it in yourself. It will increase your chance of getting pregnant." Hermione said. "I can also slip him a potion to increase the amount of his seed. That will also increase your chance."
"That is so totally disgusting," Ginny said.
"Yeah. But is it less disgusting than shagging Harry?" Hermione teased.
"Fine. Set it up. At least Charlie said he wouldn't survive tomorrow."
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"All set?" Hermione asked.
"Sure, you will go get him?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, I have cast cushioning charms on the floor in both stalls. Here is some cherry-flavored lube to stroke him. If you are lucky, that may be all you need to do. Now give me your clothes and drink this potion. I will be back in a while."
Hermione said.
Ginny did as she was told. She even tasted the lube on her hands. It was acceptable. Now she just had to have the bastard show up and stick his length in the hole in front of her. Then he had to fill her hand. Tomorrow he would be dead and she would have his child in her belly.