Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

by I LIKE FEAR 1-2

Cast into the shadows, and captured by Evil, the Boy-Who-Lived suffered in agony. Twisted, mutated, and mutilated, what happens when he escapes back into the world and learns a terrible truth. Blessed by darkness, guided by death, the world's savior has been lost. A nightmare has been born with only two goals in mind; survive and prosper. (Warnings/Cliches inside)

11. Chapter 11

Alright guys, been a bit but I've got a lot to post here. Enjoy the next few chapters, and sorry for the wait. I'm gonna leave the poll going for just a smidge longer, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to leave Luna's name alone for the moment. That's not to say it'll stay Luna forever though, as the group elevates and becomes more powerful, they may choose to take on new names, especially after visiting other worlds and places. So while I do agree that it is an opportunity to make her character truly OC, I think I'll stick with her being Luna for now and have that be the foundation of her character, or at least what originally shapes it, then as the story goes on, if the group starts developing new names I can transition it over, again something to play by ear.

Poll:

Change Luna's name

Yes: 7

No: 17

Chaos Undone

Chapter 11: The Black Alliance

The following morning came, with his time in the dreamworld filled with a far more aggressive Fleur. The demoness spent the duration of the dream pressed against him, even while he rolled about with Luna. He found it curious but at least it wasn't Olivia so he didn't have to feel the associated shame that came with his attraction.

Early that morning, he phase shifted to the ruins of the Gaunt Shack. He figured it was as good a time as any to acquire the Gaunt Ring, as well as the Resurrection Stone. He could take the stone for himself and bring the ring along with the Diadem to Kreacher to safeguard until the time came to destroy them.

Armed with Voldemort's knowledge of the location and it's defenses, Harry made quick work of the shack. He knew all of the counter-spells and counter-curses needed to breach it and was fully aware of the curse placed upon the ring itself. If he tried to wear the ring, than the curse would spread to his body. He was unaware if any of his magical resilience would make him immune to this curse, but he had no intention of trying it out. It took only a half-hour to pass through the defenses Voldemort had placed and acquire the ring. Once he had it, he was only interested in one thing, that being the Resurrection Stone contained within the ring.

Using his magic he unlocked the ring, freeing the stone from it's confines. He then placed the ring itself into a small bag, charmed to contain it's dark influence so that no one would be tempted to put it on so long as it stayed in the bag. The moment he touched the Resurrection stone, he felt his connection to Luna blossom, and could hear her voice in his mind, congratulating him on acquiring it.

He now had the final Deathly Hallow as well as a third Horcrux. That meant that he only needed to acquire the Cup, and then find Voldemort himself. With this, he was one step closer destroying Voldemort for good.

With both artifacts in hand, he Phase shifted to Grimmauld place and found Sirius passed out in a recliner in the main sitting room.

He kicked the chair and spoke Sirius's name, waking his Godfather from a dead sleep.

"W-what? Harry? What are you doing here?" He asked, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

"We need to talk." Harry said to him.

After waking up Sirius was able to sit down with him. Harry handed off the Ring and Diadem to Kreacher for safekeeping, before explaining everything that had happened to Sirius.

He kept to the truth of the matter, even telling him about the lie he had fed to Greengrass and Davis about Lucius and his plans to get them all killed by having them carry out the assassination order on Harry.

Sirius listened in silence as everything was explained to him, all of it, every single thing that had happened since they separated. Hearing about the successful assassination attempt on him, left Sirius positively livid.

Harry could see how his knuckles turned white as he laid out the lie, the attack, and what happened afterwards. Still, there was plenty more to tell, and by the end, Sirius had managed to calm down, and return to his normal self.

"Well pup, I'd say you had a helluva time since going to Hogwarts. Bet you wished you stayed home." Sirius said to him, earning a rueful smirk from Harry.

"I'd considered it a few times." Harry agreed.

"I just… it's a lot to take in. I can hardly believe most of it." Sirius said to him.

"I know, tell me about it." Harry agreed again.

"I mean, my godson, dating Death itself… how does that even happen?" Sirius spoke, causing Harry to sigh and roll his eyes.

"That's seriously the part you're hung up on? Not the part where I spent twenty-four years in another place before being thrust into my teenage body again? Not the part where I'm being bribed by demonic forces to join them? Not even the part where my sister is one of my slaves? Out of all of that, you choose to focus on my dating life?" Harry said to him, his frustration showing while his Godfather held up his hands in order to placate him.

"I mean, it's Death Harry. Death itself. That's a pretty big deal." Sirius defended himself, earning a groan from Harry as he leaned back in his seat.

"Sirius…" Harry sighed.

"I mean, is she good looking? And what about these Fire Witches you were with in the other world? Twins Harry. Actual twins? Ah, I'm so proud." Sirius continued on, much to Harry's growing annoyance.

Harry endured Sirius's teasing stare for several long moments before fixing him with an annoyed look. Sirius, seeing Harry's displeasure, once more held up his hands to placate him.

"Alright, alright. I'm just joking. Merlin, you may look just like your father but you're really good at channeling your mother when you get like that." Sirius said to him.

"Maybe if you weren't such a rowdy dog, I wouldn't have to." Harry bit back at him, earning a beaming smirk form Sirius.

His smile held for a moment before it fell. He grew somber for a moment, almost as if everything was hitting him all at once. "Twenty-four years. That's a long time pup."

"Yeah…" Harry nodded. "It wasn't all bad of course. I made friends, I met some interesting people, fell in love, went on some crazy adventures. It gave me the chance to grow up. To get away from all of this, and just live."

"I can tell. There's certainly an air of maturity surrounding you now. Reminds me a lot more of Lily if I'm being frank." Sirius noted, earning a soft smile from Harry.

"What are you going to do now?" Sirius asked him after a few moments of pause.

"I'm building an alliance. Voldemort is working on returning and Dumbledore obviously is out for his own interests. House Black will be the foundation for that alliance. With my engagement to Greengrass and Davis, I'll work on bringing their houses into the fold, and if Delacour was telling the truth about her father, than that may be the next piece I pursue. So long as people like Lucius Malfoy and Dumbledore are in charge of the Ministry we'll always be in danger. The battle lines are drawn between the light and dark. If Voldemort manages to return, war will once again rage between them. Dumbledore has proven that he cannot be trusted. Either he's incompetent or he seeks Voldemort's return for some reason. Either way, I wont place trust in that withered old goat ever again. No… a new alliance is needed." Harry explained to him.

"House Black, House Greengrass, and House Davis would make a powerful alliance. If you're right about your sister being enslaved to you, than that would also make you lord of House Potter by proxy when or if Jaime's passes the title on." Sirius pointed out.

"That's true." Harry hummed thoughtfully.

"So… that begs the question… what are you going to do about your lordship?" Harry asked him.

Sirius was silent for a moment as he thought on that. Finally he let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair.

"Before you came to speak with me, I went back and forth with what I should do. A part of me worried about how much help I would be given that I'm still a wanted felon. Even if I did claim my lordship there isn't much I could do to help you. However, I wouldn't want to place that on your shoulders, being a kid and all. With that being said, your not a kid anymore. You may look like one, but thanks to the nefarious plots of mortals and gods, you're now older than me. Now I wonder if it wouldn't be better to leave it in your hands." Sirius put forth his position.

"I may be mentally older, but physically I'm back to being a teenager. I'd still have to wait until I was an adult or at least passed my OWLs to claim it." Harry pointed out.

"Not necessarily." Sirius stopped him, leaning forward and bringing his hands together as he fixed Harry with a curious look.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked him.

"What are the chances that magic would recognize your true age?" Sirius asked him.

Harry blinked a few times and sat back, thinking on that. "I'm not sure." He admitted after a few moments.

He thought on the possibility of that and it quickly led him to another realization, causing him to sigh loudly, and let out a groan of annoyance.

"What?" Sirius questioned him.

"If magic is able to recognize my true age, what are the chances that the marriage contracts activated?" Harry asked him.

"Yikes, um… I'm not sure pup. I'd go and check in at Gringotts if I were you." Harry let out another sigh at that, and rose to his feet.

"Alright, well I've added that to my list of things to do today." Harry groaned with annoyance.

"While you're there you should ask about the Black Lordship. If you can claim it, than you should. You'll be able to do more with it than I can." Sirius said to him.

"You're sure? This is your birthright Sirius." Harry questioned him.

"It hasn't been my birthright since I ran away from home Harry. I gave all of that up when I decided I couldn't live in this place anymore. I'll always be grateful to Regulus for reinstating me to the Black Family and naming me his heir, but it's not something I want. The only reason I would even think of claiming it now was to help you, but it's obvious that you can do so much more with it than I can. If you can claim it, than you should, if not, than I will until you can. Go to Gringotts and see what they have to say. Let me know how it goes, and we'll plan from there." Sirius said to him.

"Alright, I'll be back in a bit." Harry said to him, before throwing on the Invisibility Cloak and phase shifting to Diagon Alley.

Once there he stealthily made his way to Gringotts taking note of how people were discussing the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament as he went. People in the streets were loudly discussing it, most notably how he had slain a dragon in single combat.

That wasn't all he had heard. While he had killed the dragon, the Prophet was penning this nonsense about how he had cheated to do it. How he had brought a forbidden item into the task and had gone against the rules.

He almost found it laughable, but he knew deep down that idiots far and wide would believe it, and continue treating him like trash because of it. He knew it would soon be all over Hogwarts, which was annoying in it's own right. He'd just have to deal with it if anyone chose to turn it into an issue.

In short order, he made it to the bank, removing his cloak just before he entered so as not to trip any magical alarms.

Harry approached one of the tellers and informed them that he was here to speak with Bloodfang in regards to important matters for House Black.

It took about fifteen minutes before he was taken back to Bloodfang's office.

"Heir Potter-Black… I was just about to pen a letter to you. I'm assuming you're here to answer a few of our questions in regards to sudden changes that have come up in regards to your accounts." Bloodfang said to him as he entered and sat down.

"I'm assuming so. Let me guess, according to your records I'm now past the age of maturity." Harry questioned him.

"Mind explaining how that's possible?" The goblin inquired with a critical look, confirming Sirius' question, and drawing forth a sigh of annoyance from Harry.

"Very long story short, I lived through an additional twenty-four years the other day. My records must indicate that I'm now thirty-eight, yes?" Harry responded.

"They do indeed. How does one live through twenty-four years all of a sudden?" The goblin asked.

"I was transported to another world, lived there, then I was thrown back into my own body. That's about the easiest way I can explain it." Harry answered.

"Well… definitely the strangest thing I've heard in a while, but I guess that'll do it." Bloodfang hummed.

"I came to ask about the marriage contracts and the Black Lordship." Harry said to him.

"Yes, well let's have a look see. According to our records, the contracts activated the moment you aged up past your maturity. Because of that, you have to marry Ms. Greengrass in less than a year, or risk violating the contract. You also must marry Ms. Davis within eighteen months, or risk violating the contract. You should know that the Slave Brands have also fully activated as well. Aside from that, I'm assuming you're asking about the Black Lordship because you wish to claim it? Well you can, it is available to you, and I'd advise you do so quickly, since you are now also past the time-frame for it to be offered to the next in line. If you don't claim it, they can once they fulfill the necessary prerequisites, meaning coming of age." Bloodfang informed him.

Harry lifted his gaze to the ceiling, and let out a breath. So if he didn't claim the Black lordship than Draco or whomever was next after Harry, could since enough time had passed without Harry claiming it. He definitely didn't want that option to even exist, knowing how easy it would be for Lucius to try and use his Ministry connections and position to screw him over somehow, so he was definitely going to claim it now. However there was that tiny caveat about the marriage contracts that he wanted to confirm.

"If I become the Black Lord will that cause the marriage contracts to pass on to someone else, since I'm no longer the heir, or will they fully activate, essentially magically marrying us?" Harry asked him.

Bloodfang took a few moments to read over both contracts before answering.

"In both cases, since the contracts are already linked to you, ascending to the Black Lordship will automatically bind the two to you in marriage. That part will be fulfilled on it's own, though you'll still be required to consummate the marriage in both cases within ninety days of the joining to officially seal the pact. Also there are the required heirs that are needed in regards to both contracts. Two specifically. When these contracts were written it was with the intent that the participants would be separated by generations. However since you are bound to both, you and your brides will be required to figure out how you want to handle your heirs. Both contracts require an heir for your houses. Meaning two children. One being a Black and Greengrass, and the other a Black and Davis. For the Greengrass contract, the heir must be conceived within a year. For the Davis contract the heir must be conceived within two years." Bloodfang said to him, causing Harry to grimace and then groan in annoyance.

"Okay… now this is really a problem. Maybe I should have just killed them." Harry was quiet for a moment as he thought on this. While Sirius was right in that the Black Lordship was more useful in Harry's hands than his, being in Sirius' hands meant that Harry stayed as the heir. He would still be forced to marry Daphne and Tracey within a year, and a year-and-a-half respectively, and then get them pregnant within one and two years afterwards, but that was still an extra year at least to figure things out with them. If he accepted the Black Lordship now, than he'd automatically be married to the two. He'd have to consummate the marriage within ninety days, and get them pregnant within a year in Daphne's case and two years in Tracey's.

Either way he went about this, he was basically going to have to get both of them pregnant before they graduated.

This was something he definitely hadn't considered when deciding what to do with them. Had he known about these conditions within the marriage contracts, as well as the fact that they'd be activated by his time away, he would have probably considered more acutely the idea of simply killing them.

The thought was a selfish one and though it sprung up, he immediately dismissed it. Such possibilities had passed. He had taken his revenge from them, and the contracts will have accepted his retaliation and settled back to their normal state. If he went after Daphne and Tracey now, he'd be the one violating the contracts, and he'd face retaliation from them. What would happen then? He couldn't die, but given that it was magic itself retaliating against him, what would ultimately happen? A thousand different possibilities sprung to mind, with the worst being, he gets caught in some kind of magical murder loop where magic kills him for violating the contract, he dies, gets sent to another world for however long, comes back and gets killed again, creating an unending loop.

That sent a shiver of fear down his spine, and he had to shake his head to chase the idea away.

After a few moments he fully dismissed such thoughts, reminding himself that even if he had simply killed them, that would have only freed him from the Davis contract. Daphne had a little sister, and he'd be forced into the same situation with her, though in that specific situation, she'd be the one hating him, and not the other way around.

So what did he do? He either went back to Grimmauld place and told Sirius to take the Black Lordship. After explaining everything to him, he was certain Sirius would take it. Not only to buy Harry an extra year to deal with Tracey and Daphne but to prevent Draco from taking it.

While that helped him on a social and personal level, they wouldn't really be able to do anything with the Black Lordship while Sirius remained a wanted felon. Anything they tried to do with it, would run into major push-back from the Ministry, and it may also serve as a means of trying to locate Sirius.

"A year to start a family with Greengrass… shit…" Harry groaned and shook his head. Never, never in all his remaining years was he allowing himself or any member of his family to fall prey to magical contracts. He'd already been screwed enough by them to last multiple lifetimes.

Another thought struck him then. If the contracts were counting the years where he lived in the other world, than why hadn't those years counted against him? The only guess he had was because both contracts were in question due to his murder. So long as the contracts remained in question, the parts forcing him to fulfill them, wouldn't activate. That meant, that had he not already enacted his revenge against the two, and learned about this before hand, he could have dragged this out, so long as he intended to get revenge, the contract wouldn't act on it's own, and until vengeance was had and the contract no longer in question the marriage parts wouldn't have come into play.

It was maddening. Still… it meant that he absolutely could not die again before fulfilling the contracts. He had at most, around a year for Daphne, and two for Tracey.

This was definitely aggravating. A part of him wished the morons who had made these contracts were alive today so he could punch each one in the face.

"Anything in the contracts that could allow me to postpone starting a family?" Harry asked, hoping beyond hope that there would be some answer in place that might help out. He wasn't gonna hold his breath, but just in case there was something he wanted to know about it now.

Several minutes of silence passed as Bloodfang read through the documents once more.

The longer the silence lasted, the more Harry hoped that he had found a loophole or a condition.

Nearly ten minutes passed before the goblin set down the documents and lifted his gaze to Harry, who waited patiently for him to speak.

"You're in luck, heir Potter-Black, there are measures in place that could buy you as much time as you need, if that's what you're aiming for." Bloodfang said to him.

"Yes please. What kind of measures are we talking about?" Harry asked him.

"In both contracts there is an allowance for additional time to be added to the heir clause if both parties are engaged in acts that further cement the station of the given party and/or the future of their joint houses. Such acts have to be agreed upon by both parties, and the contract can accept such allowances granting additional time. There is a stipulation though that the two parties in regards to both contracts must be engaged in physical intimacy that can lead to procreation in the intervening time as a sign of 'commitment to the creation of an heir'." Bloodfang explained to him.

"So say we wanted to wait until we graduated Hogwarts, would that be one such activity that we could use to extend our time?" Harry asked.

"Yes. That could easily be seen as an act that would further the position of either individual as having a complete education is often required when it comes to advancement in our world." Bloodfang responded.

"So, as long as we both agree on it, and it's a legitimate task that would benefit us by fulfilling we can use that as a marker to keep us from having to start a family?" Harry questioned, eyeing the goblin with great curiosity.

"Yes. The year you have, or the two in Davis' case, will stall out until the task is done, than it will resume. You can check the contracts to see if the task has been accepted and how much time you have left to fulfill it's requirements. It could be one task, or multiple, just make sure you add it to the contract and have both parties accept it." Bloodfang explained to him.

"Alright, well that's good to know. Now, how soon do I need to begin 'engaging in procreation' with them, and how often do I need to do it to satisfy the contract?" Harry asked.

"Well you'll need to consummate the marriage within ninety days of it happening, afterwards the contracts specify bi-weekly in the Greengrass case, and weekly in the Davis case." The goblin responded.

"Great… well that's gonna be a pain, but at least this way I don't have to worry about dying again and accidentally screwing myself by failing to fulfill my contractual obligations. Well… it's better than nothing I guess." Harry thought to himself.

"What would count as an act that fulfilled the 'commitment to the creation of an heir'? Does that mean I have to have sex with them each time, or does it just mean I have to sleep in the same bed with them?" He asked, looking for some clarification.

"Coitus must be engaged in at some point, though so long as you are engaged in sexual activity of some sort on a regular basis, the contract will be satisfied for a while. You just need to engage in deeper intimacy every so often so that the commitment part of the clause is still met, but it doesn't have to be full blown copulation every single time. A healthy measure would be at least quarterly, any longer than that and you're risking an infringement." Bloodfang explained to him.

"And what would the cost of such an infringement be, just so I know?" Harry questioned.

"According to both contracts, the party will be compelled to fulfill the act by magic. Essentially you and the partner in question will experience effects similar to that of a love potion, and be driven to copulate." The goblin answered after briefly checking with both contracts.

"Mind controlled sex. House Black has always been so bloody charming hasn't it." Harry groaned in annoyance before focusing his attention back on Bloodfang and continuing his line of questions.

"So… now that those worries are settled, shall you be accepting the Black Lordship today?" Bloodfang asked him.

Harry took in a breath and thought on that. He considered the options laid before him and finally focused his eyes back on the goblin. He gave him a nod of acceptance, and so they quickly began work on acquiring Harry's new lordship.

The whole process took another hour, and at it's end Harry was left wearing the Black family ring. Before he left, he double-checked just to make absolutely sure that he understood the nature of the contract and how it would react, and he also checked to see if he had been magically married to Daphne and Tracey.

Bloodfang was able to confirm that the contract had tied them together in matrimony, but they would still have to consummate it within ninety days to make it fully legal and binding.

Armed with that knowledge, he thanked his new account manager, and he returned to Grimmauld place and collapsed onto the couch in the sitting room where he explained everything to Sirius.

He was empathetic to his plight, and offered to help however he could. Harry thanked him, and told him they'd talk again soon but that he needed to return to Hogwarts. He had to talk with Tracey and Daphne again, and he also had a date he needed to get ready for.

He returned to Hogwarts and told everything to Luna, who unfortunately could offer him nothing further, and simply provided her support. She was happy that he'd acquired the Resurrection Stone, and so was he. He intended to spend the next few weeks learning to use it's powers, and truly embrace his role as the Master of Death.

That would come later though, for now he tracked down Tracey and Daphne.

He found the two in the Great Hall sitting by themselves at the end of the Slytherin table. Tracey still wore the glasses he gave her and occasionally fiddled with them.

He made his way over to the two, most of the hall going quiet when he walked in. Both girls lifted their eyes to him when they heard the hall go quiet.

"We need to talk." He said to them seriously. Both girls shared a look with one another, and quickly packed their things. Harry turned and began heading back towards the door when Fleur appeared in his path.

"Hello, Harry. Is it time for our date yet?" She inquired, with a charming smile. Her question earned shocked gasps from the nearby Gryffindors who'd overheard her.

"Not quite yet. I was thinking around noon we could go down to Hogsmeade for lunch. I've been running around all morning getting work done, and I need to have a chat with these two before anything else, but I'm very excited to spend the day with you." Harry explained to her.

Fleur cast a curious glance at Tracey and Daphne, taking note that these were the two he had spoken of. Two of the others that were marked, and the ones who'd probably gotten Harry killed.

She took note of how neither appeared different from ordinary girls, though she did notice how Tracey's glasses didn't seem to quite fit her, almost like she was wearing someone else's glasses.

She didn't comment on it though, and simply offered Harry another smile.

"Alright, well I will not hold you up. Shall we meet here?" She asked him.

"Absolutely. I'll see you in a little over an hour." Harry offered in response.

"I cannot wait." She replied, turning to head towards where some of her fellow Beauxbatons were sitting.

Harry then continued on with Tracey and Daphne following behind him. The trio made it to an empty classroom where they could talk in private.

"How are you two doing in regards to your changes? Any problems?" Harry asked them, after the door was shut.

"Getting used to it. I have to be aware of how I'm sitting. This snake is flexible and I didn't have much trouble sleeping even though I sleep on my back. It was like having a pillow under my lower back. I'm still getting use to it." Daphne answered honestly.

"Look what I learned to do." Tracey spoke up, stepping forward and showing him her hair.

He noticed that the flowers in her hair were currently all closed. He watched as the flowers began to open, blooming almost simultaneously.

"Hmph…" Harry hummed with curiosity.

"Well that'll be useful in avoiding accidentally poisoning anyone." Harry noted after a moment seeing how when closed, green leaves covered the small flowers, so it was likely they weren't poisonous.

"Yeah. Other than that, the glasses are weird getting used to. I'm not used to having something sitting on my face all day." Tracey offered after a moment.

"You get used to it." Harry spoke.

"Any other problems?" Harry inquired with genuine curiosity.

"No, I mean Pansy was being her usual nosy self, but otherwise no big issues so far. We got back to the dungeons rather late so there weren't many people awake to question us. I told Pansy that I'd been having some trouble with my eyesight for a while now, and finally had to get glasses. She asked me how long I'd have them, and when I would get my eyes fixed since these glasses make me look like a dork." Tracey explained to him, trying her best to appear casual and friendly. Harry could appreciate her attempt at not letting the gravity of their situation further complicate things.

"I'm assuming you didn't pull us in here just to ask us how we were doing." Daphne inquired after a moment. And their on the other hand, was Greengrass, whom he was quickly learning had absolutely no time for bullshit, and always wanted to cut to the heart of the matter.

"Yeah, and did I hear right, you and Delacour are going on a date? What about Lovegood?" Tracey asked him eyeing him curiously as she did.

"It just worked out that way, and Luna doesn't care. I'm stuck with you all for the rest of my life, and if you end up living, that means we'll be together forever. Having a good relationship is important, she understands that, and wants me to have a good relationship with all of you. Or more accurately, she wants me to do what I want because she likes seeing me happy." Harry responded.

"Lucky you." Daphne hummed, earning a sigh from Harry.

"Ah, you're opinion of me rises ever higher, doesn't it Greengrass." Harry challenged ruefully.

Daphne made a face at him but said nothing. He could see Tracey make a face as well, almost like she was on the verge of rounding on her friend and cussing her out for starting a fight. Thankfully before the silence could drag on, Greengrass once more directed the conversation back on topic.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" Daphne asked him.

"I went to Gringotts this morning and accepted the Black Lordship. Since I spent twenty-four years in the other world magic recognizes me as thirty-eight rather than fourteen so I could accept it and legally become Lord Black. I did so because there are stipulations in place where if the heir doesn't accept the title after a few years of being eligible to receive it, than the next it line becomes eligible to accept it if they fit the prerequisites. Essentially if I didn't accept it than Malfoy could have in time, and I would sooner dive nose-first into a vat of acid than let Malfoy have the Black family Lordship." Harry explained to them.

"Woah, so you're now lord Black?" Tracey asked him.

Earning a nod, it was Daphne who followed up. "What does that mean in regards to our marriage contracts?"

"I'm pretty sure they've activated. Since they stipulate the marriage is to the heir, and since I was the heir in question the contracts will have magically married us the moment I accepted the Black Lordship." Harry answered, causing Daphne to groan and rub at her temples while Tracey's jaw dropped and she gawked at him.

"How certain are you that we're now married?" Daphne asked.

"Gringotts seems certain." Harry returned.

"Alright… what do we need to know?" Daphne asked him.

"We have ninety days to consummate the marriage to make it legal and binding. Once it's been consummated we'll need to go to Gringotts and set stipulations in place for a specific time we need to have produced the heirs required in the contracts. Both contracts require an heir for our joined houses, so one from both of you, but both allow their initial time limit to be extended as much as we need, if certain stipulations are put in place for a specific reason, that reason being it furthers our personal or joined status by waiting essentially making us a more suitable partner by fulfilling other obligations. So if we agree to specific requirements such as graduating Hogwarts, we can wait until then, for the time we were give, one year for Greengrass, and two for Davis, from passing. Essentially, using the Hogwarts example, she can set out graduation as the task, and once we graduate the original time will begin to tick away once more. Meaning we'd have to conceive a child a year after graduating, or two for Davis. The extended time frame does come with a requirement though, we have to show that we are committed to producing an heir despite waiting, meaning we have to engage in the act on a regular basis to appease the contract, up until the heirs are produced." Harry laid it all out for them.

Daphne's face was stone cold and focused, but Tracey was blushing up a storm.

"How often?" Daphne asked him.

"Bi-weekly in your case, weekly in hers." Harry answered truthfully.

Both girls were silent as they digested all of this. If he was telling the truth, than they were now married, and had to consummate their marriage in ninety days. Once done, they had a limited amount of time to produce an heir. They could extend it so that they could at least finish their time in Hogwarts but in order to do so, they had to sleep together regularly.

"Is there any way to avoid having to be intimate that often? I mean… no offense but we're not exactly close. We're not even friends." Daphne was very straightforward with her question. At the very least, Harry could appreciate that she wasn't bullshitting him.

"Well yeah, we can choose not to extend the time limit, in which case we have twelve months from the day we consummate to produce an heir, or twenty-four months in Davis's case. We can also wait a bit before going to Gringotts to extend the time. The 'commitment to procreation' part doesn't kick in unless we extend the time, and we can do so at any point before the original time limit passes, but it has to be a legitimate event or action that benefits us. Also know that the original time limit doesn't resent if we add an additional clause. We start with one year Greengrass, if we wait for six months before we extend it, than once the event required is accomplished we'll only have six months remaining to procreate. We only have to actually perform the weekly and bi-weekly shagging if we extend the time period though. Also I made sure to ask, but it doesn't always have to be sex. We do need to engage in it every so often, but so long as we're sleeping in the same bed at least once a week, we should be fine. My account manager basically specified sexual activity, so I'd guess even a bit of groping and cuddling would be enough to satisfy that requirement just so long as we do the deed every couple of months or so. That is of course, when we extend the time frame. If we don't extend the time frame, than we don't need to do any of that. We could just have sex once, and if you get pregnant than we're good." Harry explained to them.

"Why am I sensing a 'but' in all of this?" Daphne inquired.

"Yeah I'm getting that too." Tracey agreed.

"The 'but' comes in the form of the benefit that gets added if we extend the time. That being that we can lock in a specific event needing to happen, rather than have it tied to the passage of time. Meaning if I die again and get sent to another world for years, we don't all die or end up punished by the contract for failing to meet it's requirements. And just so you know, according to the contract if we fail to produce an heir, or fail to engage in the required acts, the contract will place us under a spell similar to a love potion and force us to do it." Harry said to them, causing both to grimace, and then let out groans.

"What are the chances you die again?" Tracey asked hopefully.

"I've died twice in less than half a year. Considering you and your cohort are partially responsible for fifty percent of my deaths, why don't you tell me." Harry threw back at her, causing Tracey to cringe and grumble something under her breath.

"Great… so we need to consummate our marriages within ninety days. Afterwards we either have to get pregnant within a year or so, in which case don't need to do anything extra, but that means we'll be pregnant while going to school, or we extend the time frame, and the date becomes for sometime in the future after we graduate but if we do that we need to sleep together at least once a week, while engaging in some form of intimacy, and have sex occasionally. Neither one is really an appealing option at the moment, if I'm being honest. I understand the need to prevent Malfoy from ever laying his hands on the Black title, but do you think maybe you could have consulted us first?" Daphne went over everything, finishing with a sigh before throwing an unamused look at him.

Harry clicked his teeth at that, but kept himself from overreacting. It had been a long time since he was that childish boy who loved to lash out when he was pressed. Instead he just folded him arms over his chest and matched Daphne's look with one of his own.

"No Greengrass consulting either of you never crossed my mind, nor will it for the foreseeable future. I acknowledge that this isn't going to be pleasant but as it currently stands I'm offering you the courtesy of knowing what's going on. Be happy that I went the extra step in finding out all of our options and reading the fine print. I could have done none of that, and came back to tell you we need to start shagging asap until I knock you both up." Harry began, his tone was cold, and authoritative. He fixed the two with a look that kept them quiet as he continued.

"It wasn't anyone's fault. You did nothing to cause this, and I have no part in making it happen, nor did I want it to happen. Yet here we are. You are bound to me. You are my slaves. You are being forced to follow me, wherever I go, and I'm sorry for that. Sorry that I can't undo it. Sorry that I can't change it. As much as I'd like to treat you two as equals and discuss everything with you, and coordinate with you, and hear your opinions, I don't have the time, or energy to put towards it. I'm busy preparing for war. I made the choice that helped me do that. Talking to the two of you, getting your opinions wouldn't have changed my decision. It wouldn't have for two reasons. One being that you haven't shown me that you understand the gravity of the situation we're headed towards, and two you haven't shown me any inclination towards making decisions that benefit anyone other than yourselves. Before you argue Greengrass, understand that all I know about the two of you, is that I offered my trust, and you used it to get me killed. That's all I know. If I hadn't had over two decades to get over it, you'd both be dead right now, and half of this headache would be gone." Harry carried on, showing his sympathy, but also impressing on the two, the nature of the dynamic between them.

"I need you two to wrap your minds around that. We're headed towards a war, and I need to prepare for it. You're either helping me, or your dragging me down. Unfortunately, we're in this together, and you're going to have to grow up right away, and get ready to face this. I'm going to do what I have to. If you want me to consider your thoughts and feelings going forward, than give me a reason to. Because I want us to be friends. I want us to have a close bond. I want to be able to say that I love my wives, and that they're my equals in all things. I want that. But I can't make it happen, and I have too much on my plate right now to be the only one chasing after it. If you want us to be equals, than you need to take the first step, and show me what you want this to be. I told you what it would take to get to zero with me. Once I've confronted your parents, everything between us now, will be in the past. And so long as you hold to your end of the bargain, so will I. You help me understand those marks, and what happens as they awaken, and I'll wipe the slate clean and give us the chance to start over. It's like Tracey said, you help me to save a life, and will make up for the life you helped end." Harry opened up a bit, allowing them to understand that he did want to be their friend, he didn't want to hate them, and spend the rest of their lives tiptoeing around each other. He wanted those things, but they had to prove they wanted them too.

The two listened quietly as he explained himself. Both stared at him and took in his every word. Daphne nodded in acceptance along with his explanation of his position with Tracey only nodding at the end once he had finished.

"Alright. You've made your position clear. Look… tell us right now, no bullshit, do you actually think this can end up being anything other than a business relation? What I mean is, do you think it could ever be anything more? Neither one of us ever expected anything with Draco. In fact we were both pretty certain that relationship was always going to be antagonistic, so neither of us ever expected to have any sort of deeper relationship with the guy. I just want to know now before we start putting in the effort if it's even possible. You say it is, you say you want there to be love between us, to have us as friends. You say we can start at zero but is that really true? Can you honestly forgive what we did to the point of wiping the slate clean?" Daphne questioned him.

"My sister is the other person who's marked. The one I'm trying to protect." Harry declared, earning surprise from both of them.

"Your sister?" Daphne repeated.

"You have a sister?" Tracey questioned.

"Yes. One that I was previously unaware of. One that I haven't met since I was a baby. She's branded just like you are. I don't know her, or a thing about her, but she's my family. I have to hope that she's better than the family I got stuck with. She's marked, and I have to try and save her. You ask me if I can forgive you? If I can really start from zero? You tell me Greengrass, what would you do for your sister? What would you be willing to forgive?" Harry replied.

Daphne was silent after hearing that. Now knowing just who it was, she understood. The things she'd give for her own sister, hell she considered Tracey her sister, and had been willing to orchestrate his death to keep her safe.

"Okay… I understand." Daphne said to him.

"So… what are we gonna do now? I mean… aside from meeting with our parents how do we go about getting things in order?" Tracey questioned after the room fell silent.

"We just proceed. Take each day as it comes." Harry responded coolly.

"Alright." Tracey nodded, Daphne soon along with her.

"Let me know once you've heard back from your parents, and please stress the need to expedite this meeting. I don't want this hanging over us for too long." Harry said to them, as it looked like their current conversation was done.

"Okay. We wrote our letters this morning, we'll mail them right now." Tracey offered to him.

"Alright. Let me know if anything changes with either of you, otherwise we'll speak again at the meeting." Harry said to them, turning to leave at the end.

He departed, leaving the two behind to think about this newest development. Finally it was Tracey who spoke. "Do you think everything is going to go well?"

"I don't think so." Daphne replied distantly.

"Daph…?" Tracey questioned with a look of concern.

"I'm confidant that your parents only did this because they love you. I'm not so confidant in my own." Daphne responded, causing Tracey's face to color with sympathy.

"Do you think he'll really do it? Try to kill them I mean?" Tracey questioned.

"I don't know." Daphne admitted, though in her mind, she had a different answer. In her mind, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that Harry would make the attempt. Despite what he said, there was still a lot of anger in him, and he was known for his angry outbursts. After what she had seen yesterday, she could only hope that her parents listened to her, and believed her letter. If they didn't if they tried something, than Harry would retaliate. If he spoke the truth about his deaths and rebirths, than there was no stopping him. He'd grow more comfortable and less fearful of any sort of repercussions. If everything Harry had said was the truth, than he had endured pain and death on a scale hereto unimaginable.

If he had become a man of ambition, than there truly was no stopping him. A man who lived without fear of repercussions, without fear of death, what could such a man achieve? If even gods from another realm wanted him as their ally, than surely they saw in him the same potential that Daphne was starting to glimpse. An unstoppable force, that could overcome any storm, any threat.

They needed to send their letters, they needed to get the ball rolling, and they needed to pray.

Harry found his way back into the Great Hall and sat at the end of one of the tables. He sat in silence for a few long minutes when someone began to approach him.

"Harry, we need to talk." He heard Hermione's voice.

"I have nothing to say to you." Harry responded, not even bothering to look at her.

"Is it true Harry?" Hermione asked him, causing him to sigh.

"Is what true?" Harry growled in annoyance, still not even bothering to look at her.

"What others are saying, that you cheated in the First task, that you brought a forbidden artifact into the arena? Professor Sprout is now saying they have witnesses of you putting your name into the Goblet of Fire. Please, just talk to me. Ron thinks you're acting entitled and is swinging back to following everyone else. Please… I know we're fighting, and I'm sorry, but I need you to talk to me." Hermione questioned him, he could feel her gaze burning into the side of his head, fixing him with that patented glare of hers.

"I've already made myself perfectly clear to everyone who matters. I didn't put my name into the Goblet of Fire. I want no part in this tournament. I don't care about what anyone in this school thinks or feels." Harry responded, rising to his feet as he did.

"Harry! You can't keep walking away from this. We need to talk about it." Hermione said to him.

"Now you want to talk?" Harry rounded on her, his emerald eye narrowing as he glared down his one-time friend.

"I just think you need to talk to someone, you're spending all of this time alone, and it's obviously affecting you." Hermione said to him, trying her best to express that empathetic nature of hers, unfortunately she was choosing all of the wrong words.

"Hermione… listen to yourself. You're talking like you're not one of the people responsible for me being alone. You and Ron abandoned me. I don't know why you wouldn't give me the time of day, or even give me the benefit of the doubt, and frankly, I no longer care. I thought you were my friend, I thought you and Ron were some of the only people I could actually trust, but when I needed you, you abandoned me, and Ron the git, joined in with Seamus, Dean, and the Twins in making fun of me. I can't deal with fair-weather friends. I quite frankly, want nothing to do with you anymore, so please, do me a favor, and leave me alone. Go back to hanging off of Ron and the other Weasleys, seems to me the kind of company that's on your level." Harry snarled at her, before turning to storm out.

Hermione had tears in her eyes as he left her behind, he barely made it through the door when he was followed after by Draco and his entire goon squad.

"Well, well, well Potter, seems to me you've finally shown an ounce of intelligence kicking that rotten mudblood to the curb, now if only you had the insight to cast that absolute loon aside, you might be able to start improving your reputation around here. Then again, given that everyone now knows that you're an attention seeking prat who has to cheat in order to survive, I don't know if it'll actually do you any good." Draco chided him.

"What is with this moron, didn't I threaten to kill him the next time he mouthed off to me, and was that Luna he was calling a loon?" Harry stopped and turned to face the troop of Slytherins.

"Aside from trying to stain my robes with the shit that constantly pours from your mouth, what exactly did you want again Malfoy?" Harry responded, his gaze even and icy cold.

"Why were you bothering Greengrass and Davis? Pansy saw them leave with you. Why are you so obsessed with them?" Draco questioned him.

"We needed to discuss why every single member of their house is a complete sack of shit. I wanted an insiders perspective." Harry responded with a cruel smirk, earning glares from the cluster of snakes.

"Everyone knows how pathetic you are Potter. Everyone knows how you cheated to make it through the First Task. You cheated to get your name entered, and now you're doing everything in your power to give our school a bad reputation." Pansy berated him.

"Parkinson, why don't you take the hint, hop out of Malfoy's cunt, and piss off before you get hurt." Harry threw back at her, surprising everyone with his language.

"Filthy half-blood." Draco spat at him.

"Clever. Oh and Draco I'm pretty sure I was quite clear what would happen if you opened your inbred mouth around me again." Harry growled advancing on him, causing the troop of Slytherin's to immediately pull their wands.

Harry's smirk became vicious as he saw the fear enter their eyes.

"Aw whats the matter? It's seven on one, and I'm unarmed… why are you all shaking so badly?" Harry inquired, fixing them with an evil glint in his eye. He felt a heat burning against the back of his left hand. He felt his anger beginning to boil over. He wanted to rip into these fools, to tear them limb from limb.

"What is going on here?" Came the voice of Snape as he rounded the corner and began approaching the Great hall.

"Just some pathetic little snakes, trying to pick a fight. Hows about you referee Snape?" Harry turned his gaze towards the greasy Potion's Master.

"Always getting into trouble Potter, seems you just can't help yourself. I must say though, I would expect a greater degree of caution from the rest of you, having just witnessed this boy kill a dragon. I would advise you all go about your business." Snape instructed his students.

Slowly, the troop of Slytherins lowered their wands and began to retreat, casting rueful glares at Harry as they did.

"I'd repeat such warnings to them nightly. Eventually one of them is going to be dumb enough to try something when you're not around to save them." Harry stated, his gaze fixated on Snape.

"Your arrogance, as always Potter, is astounding." Snape threw back at him, before heading off.

"Wow, how measured Snape. You must be in a good mood today." Harry thought to himself as he felt his anger retreat.

He shook his head and glanced around, he wasn't about to return to the Great Hall but he couldn't just leave as he had to wait for Fleur to arrive, so instead he just posted up in the hallway and waited for her.

He didn't have to wait for long. Fleur arrived about ten minutes later, dressed in jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a jacket she kept open. Honestly, she looked fantastic.

"Fleur." He greeted her, gaining a charming smile from the Veela as she met him.

"Are we ready to go?" Fleur asked him.

"Absolutely." Harry replied, and the two began the walk down to Hogsmeade.

As they walked, Harry began some small talk. He asked her a bit about herself, since he knew almost nothing about her.

Fleur was happy to answer his questions, talking a bit about her life, and her family. They ended up at the Three Broomsticks where they then enjoyed a nice lunch, just chatting about their lives, though most of the talking came from Fleur, as the only parts of Harry's life he was comfortable with sharing right out of the gate were his time at Hogwarts.

If Fleur took note of this, she didn't say anything. She seemed to enjoy being the center of his attention without having him focused entirely on her looks.

Given what she knew about him, there was now this aura of great mystery surrounding him and it was obviously very interesting to her. They stuck with mostly bits about their lives and basic information about themselves, but it was all-in-all a good starting point.

During the whole course of their date, they received looks from those that noticed them. Some were distracted by Fleur, catching momentary glimpses of her allure, though many held their attention on Harry, their ire apparent.

Fleur did take note of this, as she wasn't used to the attention of the crowd being on someone else when she was present. It was strange for her, but not at all unpleasant. What was unpleasant was that the attention she normally received but wasn't was directed at her date, and it appeared largely negative.

People had heard the stories the press were filtering out, that he was a cheater, and had used a forbidden artifact to kill the dragon. No one had an answer for what that artifact was, as of yet, but they were certain it had to be something like that. The idea that a single wizard, let alone a child could kill a dragon was absolutely beyond the realm of belief.

Apparently there was also something going on with the Romanian Government in regards to the death of the Dragon. Having it die when it was on loan to the British Ministry had caused a bit of uproar and it was becoming quite apparent the Ministry was looking for a scapegoat.

Still, Harry paid them no obvious mind. He was more interested in his date.

The two continued chatting for the better part of an hour-and-a-half, before returning to Hogwarts. As they headed back towards the castle, they shared a few brief conversations, though Fleur herself, spent most of the time running through her mind, her impression of their first date.

Despite the obvious annoyances coming from the gawkers, her initial impression was that it had gone well. Harry was a bit reserved, and didn't share overly much about his family or home life, but Fleur didn't consider that odd. It was their first date after all, far too early for deep, or meaningful chats.

He was witty, and charming, and had made her laugh more than a few times during their talk. Those were all points towards him, that made her more confident in pursuing this direction.

"So, when can I expect a second date?" Fleur inquired, as they approached the castle.

"How's about next Friday night? There isn't many places we can go to here at Hogwarts, but I'm sure I can think of something to make the evening memorable." Harry responded, earning a playful smirk from Fleur.

"Well I look forward to it. I had fun today. Zank you for being so attentive." She said to him.

"Thank you for giving me a chance. I know circumstances were what brought us together, but I am hopeful this grows into something worthwhile." Harry admitted.

"I hope so too. I accept a second 'formal' date, but we should also have breakfast sometime zis week. I also wouldn't mind a study-date or two." Fleur offered.

"Well now how could I possibly turn that down. Tomorrow morning then?" He responded.

"Yes. Zat sounds wonderful. And bring zat darling girlfriend of yours, I would be delighted to meet her." Fleur said to him, as the two began to part ways. Harry gave her a nod, as she offered him a smile and wave. He stood at the entrance to the castle, watching her vanish into it's depths. His smile held until she was out of sight, before it drifted off, leaving him with a pensive, thoughtful look.

It held for a few moments before he ventured off into the castle, eager to find something more to do for the day.

Harry expected a day or two of calm before hearing from Greengrass and Davis about when the meeting with their parents would occur. That time didn't occur however as he noticed throughout the following day during their shared classes.

Daphne, much to her own surprise was picking up every spell, almost immediately. First try, which was surprising to her. She was generally good at magic, and academically second only to Hermione, so the speed she managed to pull off the new spell they learned surprised even her.

On the opposite end of the spectrum was Tracey, who had always been about equal in magical proficiency to Daphne, yet she couldn't manage to pull off the spell a single time due to essentially overclocking it. Every time she tried, she pumped way too much magic into her attempt, causing the spell to fail, in spectacular fashion.

She was feeling the affects of her power boost from all of his collective deaths. Her magical power had increased by a great deal, and she was now showing difficulties in controlling it.

This carried on throughout the day, and led to the two approaching Harry after their final class, to speak with him.

"I need help." Tracey just flat out said it.

"I warned you this had happened." Harry noted.

"I know, but I wasn't prepared for just how much stronger I was. I mean I've been noticing the physical aspects. I was never really athletic and I could get winded walking up all those stairs from the dungeons, but I haven't since the change. I feel fine, more in shape. The magic aspect though, I wasn't prepared for." Tracey admitted to him, while Daphne quietly listened on.

"Well, what do you want from me? I can't make it go away." Harry asked her, offering a shrug as he did.

"Yeah, but I was hoping you might know some tips or tricks that could help me out. You got the same power boosts right? Disregarding where we were at before we got them, we still got the same boost in strength, so surely you had to deal with this too." Tracey pointed out.

"Two things to take into consideration. First you only get half the boost that I get, so while correct, it would have been more annoying for me, if it wasn't for the other thing, which is that I didn't get these power boosts all at once, I got them over the span of twenty-four years. I didn't have to figure it out all at once, but I did manage to learn and create some control exercises to help me keep and improve my control. I can show them to you if you like." Harry noted, offering a bit of what he knew to help Tracey with her control.

"Could you show me as well?" Daphne asked, curiously.

"If you want to learn, I don't mind." Harry shrugged in response.

"Alright, when?" Tracey asked him.

"Meet me in an hour at the Room of Requirement." Harry responded, earning a nod from the two.

An hour later and the two met him outside of the Room of Requirement. They proceeded inside to find the room changed from the last time they were there. It looked more like it was meant for training and practice.

Harry wasted no time and began instructing the two on the first of several control exercises. Some he had taken from Voldemort's memories, some he'd developed himself over the years. Certain things like breathing exercises, methods of honing their magical control, all to help slowly build their ability to harness and project their magic.

The physical abilities came slowly, though the magical exercises Daphne picked up on in a heartbeat. Harry began to suspect that it was due to her evolution into a demon of Tzeentch that was granting her a means of easily understanding these simple exercises.

He expressed as much when Tracey noted how easily Daphne picked up on the exercises while she was still struggling with it.

"I don't really know how I'm doing it. It's just… I've noticed that when people talk magic to me, I just seem to 'get it'. It's weird. It just makes sense to me." Daphne explained herself.

"Well it's kinda cool, does that happen to you?" Tracey asked Harry.

"No. At least, not how Greengrass describes it. I've always had an easier time understanding spells, and magic, and I don't really feel like that's changed. Something to note is that I'm not a demon of any particular god. My soul is definitely not human, calling it demonic is probably accurate, but I'm not bound specifically to one of the gods, but rather all of them. Luna calls it being aligned to 'Chaos Undivided' but that it's very rare for a demon to be aligned to all of the Chaos Gods. According to her, in the realms of the Immaterium there are two types of beings. Warp Entities and Daemons. Warp Entities are free agents, they aren't aligned to anything or anyone, and just exist. Daemons are pieces of the Dark Gods, and are created from them shaving off bits of themselves, making these Daemons extensions of their god. Being aligned to all four Chaos Gods is uncommon but far from impossible. Being a Daemon of all four is far rarer, since the Chaos Gods are always in conflict with one another, it's rare for them to come to the mutual agreement that a servant is worthy of a bit of all of their powers. As an added factor that makes such events uncommon is that due to the nature of the process, this figure or individual basically becomes a free agent. Being bound to all four of the gods, basically means that you can do whatever you want, as the gods themselves can't really control you, without angering the other gods. So it takes an extreme event to bring them together, and allow for someone to be the holder of all four of their powers. They don't generally do it because they hate each other, and the Daemon that is created from this process is generally outside of their control. It takes a lot to be allowed to ascend to Daemonhood, but to become a Daemon empowered by all four gods, that is far more difficult." Harry answered them, going off on a bit of a monologue explaining to the two a bit more about demons.

"Huh. So people, or I guess beings like you are extremely rare? You're still human though, aren't you? At least your body is? Ours too right?" Tracey questioned.

"Yeah. My body is still human, or well… at it's foundation, it's human. I think I've lost enough of my human body and had it replaced to confidently say that I'd probably be described as a Chimera now. My skin, my bones, many of my organs… yeah, I'd say I'm less than half human. You two are probably best described as mutants. Still human, as your modifications didn't come from another living animal. So your bodies are still human, just mutated, even if your spirits are slowly starting to change." Harry responded, offering his own opinion on the exact nature of his and their situation.

"God… what's it like? I mean… not to be insensitive or anything, but… what's it like having all of that stuff added onto you?" Tracey asked him, genuinely curious.

Harry was quiet for a moment as he thought on that. Tracey seemed to interpret his silence as having overstepped so she quickly backpedaled. "Sorry! I shouldn't have asked."

"It's fine. I'm not bothered by it anymore. I got over it a long time ago. I've learned to embrace it. I feel unbound. Like any limitation I have, can simply be overcome, with the right effort, or acquisition." Harry answered.

"Acquisition?" Daphne repeated with a curious look.

"One of the powers I received is that when I die, I take an element from that which killed me, and revive with that element added onto to my body. Also every time I die, I further bond with the various additional parts of my body. For example, my right arm, was the arm of a Dementor. It was skeletal like their arms, when I first got it. After a few dozen deaths, it's now covered in skin, like a human arm. It still produces a chill, and I can grow the dementor's cloak out of it, but it's no longer skeletal." Harry explained to them, showing them the arm, where they also noticed Tzeentch's mark, as well as the mark of the Deathly Hallows on his hand.

"Is that how you learned to generate lightning? One of your adaptations?" Daphne asked.

"Sort of. I actually learned to create lightning from my time in the other world, but I learned to amplify it with the power of a Behir, which is what my other arm is. Normally that kind of magic creates a yellow lightning, but a Behir generates blue lightning, so when I use that power through my Behir arm, it creates blue lightning, which increases the power of the spell, while keeping the magical requirement the same." Harry responded, holding up both his hands, and allowing lightning to spark in between his fingers. On his left side, the lightning was blue, and on his right, it was yellow.

"Wow… could you teach us to do that?" Tracey asked about a second before Daphne did.

"Maybe, when you're older." Harry responded with smirk.

"How old were you when you learned how to do it?" Daphne asked him.

"A few years older, but I was also fighting a war, so I needed it. Kinda couldn't fight that war without learning this spell." Harry answered.

"What were you fighting that needed lightning in order to beat?" Daphne inquired.

"Dragons. Dragons with unbreakable scales, who's only weakness was lightning. We used lightning to peel away their scales, exposing the flesh underneath, and then we poisoned them. The conflict was brutal, but I beat many of them. It why fighting that Hungarian Horntail was nothing to me. The dragons I fought were three-four time times as large, and immortal. They'd been around for eons. The Horntail was nothing but an angry overgrown lizard by comparison." Harry said in return, a nostalgic smirk appearing on his face.

"You fought a war against dragons? That's incredible." Tracey expressed with astonishment.

"It was certainly something." Harry agreed, his thoughts turning towards that time. Seeing him turn pensive, the two Slytherins felt that maybe now was a good time to bring an end to their day. End things on a high note, as it were.

Harry accepted their departure and encouraged them to keep practicing the control exercises. They agreed and everyone went their separate ways.

The following morning, Harry introduced Fleur to Luna, and enjoyed a nice morning breakfast where Harry also got to meet Gabrielle. If was obvious that the younger sister was very excited to meet him, though he couldn't quite tell if that was due to Fleur's intent on bringing her into their relationship or if she was simply excited to meet a celebrity.

It was a nice morning, and things went well for the most part, save for the continued looks, and whispers he got behind his back. Another article was printed in the Daily Prophet that morning revealing that there was a rumor going around that the Romanian Magical government was threatening to sue the British Magical government for the death of the Horntail. No word on if that was actually happening, but people took that rumor and ran with it, placing the blame on Harry and his so-called 'cheating'.

The article in question was written by Rite Skeeter, who had the gall to suggest in it, that Harry himself should be required to pay back the dept owned to the Romanian Government, since he was the one who had killed the dragon, and had cheated in doing so.

It was all rubbish, but it did earn him the annoying looks of his classmates, so that was fun to deal with.

At the end of the day he was pulled into Dumbledore's office and once again asked about how he had defeated the dragon, and where he had acquired the spear, and the ability to control lightning.

Harry simply refused to answer, telling them it was none of their business, and after an hour of getting nothing, Dumbledore expressed his disappointment and pleaded with Harry that he could only help, if Harry was honest with him. Still, Harry said nothing and continued to dismiss the old man, so Dumbledore was left with little other choice, but to send Harry on his way.

Another two days passed before Harry was approached by Daphne and Tracey again, the two informing him that they'd heard from their parents, and that a meeting was set up at Gringotts that upcoming Saturday. Harry told them he'd be there, and they once more went their separate ways.

Things continued to grow more awkward around Hogwarts, and more frustrating for Harry. He was approached by Hermione again, but he paid her little mind, and simply told her to leave him alone. She seemed dismayed at this, but he refused to hear her out.

He was growing tired of the arrogance of his classmates, and their ability to find fault in everything he did. The teachers still more or less treated him like dirt, with Sprout becoming worse than even Snape. She refused to address or even acknowledge him in Herbology, and he received a Troll on every assignment he turned in. He had gotten to the point now where he was just done with that class and was about to stop showing up to classes in general.

Snape was still his usual bastard self, though he had long since given up on giving Harry detentions since Harry didn't show up to them anyway.

Luna maintained her neutrality and avoided any conflict, though Harry suspected she was being bullied by her classmates, though Luna showed no signs of it, and never mentioned it, he caught sight of the looks the girls in Ravenclaw would send her way, and their laughs. This filled him with dark thoughts, but he kept himself in check. He needed to deal with the immediate problem first, then he could focus on the next stage. Once Greengrass Sr. and Davis Sr. were dealt with, he could begin working towards his true goal. One step at a time. If he didn't see them do anything, than he wouldn't react off of suspicions alone.

Fleur joined him for breakfast a few times over the week, and even had a study-date and dinner with him and Luna the night before their next date.

The date went well, again the two talked a bit about their lives, and Harry opened up just a tiny bit more. Fleur seemed to have picked up on his reluctance to talk about his home life, so instead filled the air by questioning him in regards to things he had a passion for. This got Harry talking a bit more, and filled their time together, making it more pleasant.

The more time he spent with Fleur the more he realized that he was starting to like her. She seemed pleasant, but not overly so. She was sweet but not sickeningly. It was like she knew just how far to go, to hit all of the right keys to earn his approval. She didn't press him, despite showing curiosity, she didn't take offense when he grew quiet or thoughtful on a given topic. She spoke a lot about herself, but always kept the door open for him to jump in at any time, making him feel comfortable and at ease. The more time he spent with her, the more he understood just why it was so easy for her to make all of his worries slip away. With Fleur it felt like there was no strings attached, like there was no ulterior motive, despite him knowing that there was. He understood well enough that he wouldn't have been her first choice of partners. Even had he proven his immunity to her allure before they actually met, she would have still considered him a bit young. That's not to say he would be the last choice, but she wouldn't have immediately pursued him, due to the age gap. He knew these things, knew that the only reason she had originally given him a chance was because of the Slave Brand and her hope that it might open the doorway to a pleasant future for her and her sister, or at least one that didn't involve the crushing loneliness of living your life far away from humanity, with other Veela who were just as jaded and lonely as you were.

He understood her, and it made their interactions more genuine. Despite what one may assume, Fleur was quite open with physical expressions. Even after only a few dates, she already would reach out and touch him, gently brushing his arm or tapping his shoulder. Her touches were pleasant, and the cool, passionate look in her crystal blue eyes never failed to make his heart flutter.

Yes he was starting to like her.

That night he had a dream, and it was one that was very telling. In it, Fleur's demonic form approached him, and began to kiss him. Before he realized what was happening, he was inside of her, fucking her with reckless abandon. In the dreamworld, they were watched by the hungry eyes of the others as they mated, with Luna eventually being waved over by Fleur's demonic form.

He felt everything with perfect clarity as he plunged his cock in and out of the Daemonette's pussy, all the while lip-locked with Luna who was being eaten out by Fleur at the same time. Towards the end of the dream though, something far more interesting occurred. He didn't know when it had happened, only that he was already well into it when it registered in his mind.

He found himself buried up to the hilt in Olivia, her arms wrapped around him, as her blazing green eyes locked with his. They were both standing as he thrusted up into her again, and again, and again.

Normally the dreams ended by now, cutting off before anything could happen, but this time, things were allowed to progress to their conclusion.

He awoke, at the moment of his climax in his dearest sister, the last image of the dream being her face twisted in pleasure as she joined him in the throws of ecstasy as his seed filled her depths, out of the corner of his eye, he just barely noticed Fleur, holding Luna in the throws of her own orgasm.

He awoke to find Luna grinning at him, her face flushed in similar pleasure as his own.

"That was exciting." Luna hummed as she nuzzled against him.

"Yeah, what do you suppose that was about?" He asked her as he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him.

"Well Fleur is pretty obvious. I think her inhibitions are lessening and she's starting to like you. Not quite sure about Olivia though. Then again, she's always sort of had a thing for you, so maybe she's finally relenting in the dream world." Luna answered him with a thoughtful hum.

"Yeah, definitely sees me in a strange light, that's for sure. Then again I shouldn't be one to talk." Harry agreed.

"Oh? Have you finally reconciled the terrible truth?" Luna inquired with a curious look.

"Why do you say it like that?" Harry responded with a snort of amusement.

"Because it bothered you so much, once upon a time. Now you're starting to embrace it." Luna returned.

"I don't know if 'embrace' is the right word. I know I'm attracted to her, at least in a physical sense, but I know nothing about her. She could be a spoiled brat, that comes to be the bane of my existence. I guess what I know for certain is that if she's anything like how I've built her up in my head, I wouldn't mind pursuing a relationship, but that's a big if. It might still be years before we get the chance to meet." Harry offered as an explanation.

"Possibly. Then again, I don't think so. I have a feeling your meeting will come sooner than you think." Luna said to him.

"What makes you think that?" Harry inquired, shifting to look at her and meet her gaze.

"I don't know, just a feeling I guess. Things tend to come at you faster than expected." Luna answered.

Harry nodded at that. She was definitely right. Speaking of which, the day had come for him to meet with Lord Greengrass and Davis and begin setting his plan into action.

Twenty-four years he'd been waiting to come back, and now the time had come to begin putting the pieces in place.

He and Luna joined Fleur and her sister for breakfast, where Harry took note of Fleur being a bit more bashful than normal. In her mind, he could see her vividly recalling a feeling from the dream, namely the fullness she felt when they had sex. It left her wanting, and horny, but she did her best to maintain her composure.

He took the time to wonder just how conscious she and the others were about their dreams. It was obvious that they remembered something about them, but they weren't as conscious of them as he was. Fleur could recall a vivid dream of sex, but she probably didn't remember it in detail. She obviously knew it was him she was dreaming about, given her bashful reaction to him, but aside from that, he didn't know how much else she remembered.

He'd have to discuss that with her, and with Tracey and Daphne as well. Those two he hadn't engaged in anything sexual the night prior, but he remembered their eyes on him, filled with wanton lust, and he suspected that as their relationship improved, their subconscious would become more open to the idea.

Something for later, certainly. For now it was time for his meeting.

He spotted professor Sinestra speaking with Daphne and Tracey, she questioned them briefly, the two girls nodding and rising from their seats to follow after her as they were led out of the Main hall, presumably to a place where they could use the floo to travel to Diagon Alley and then Gringotts. Being that they were underage they still needed an adult to escort them when leaving Hogwarts, and it seems that professor Sinestra had drawn the short straw.

Behind him, he could feel the eyes of the Headmaster on him as he left the main hall. He knew that the old man had been keeping a close eye on him since the First task and was always eager to know his business. Harry kept away from him, uninterested in fighting that battle at this current venture. He had other things to worry about.

So he and Luna slipped away, and he bid Luna farewell before phase shifting to Diagon Alley. He hid himself under the invisibility cloak and made his way to Gringotts. Just before arriving he removed it, and came into the bank.

He made his way to one of the tellers, making sure to keep out of sight of professor Sinestra who he had noticed speaking with one of the other tellers on the far side of the room, to inform them that he had a meeting here at the bank with house Greengrass and Davis.

The teller sent word into the back, and a few moments later was told to escort him to the meeting room.

He arrived to a rather spacious room where the lords and ladies of houses Greengrass and Davis were waiting.

They seemed to still be in the process of greeting their children when he was escorted in.

The fiery look of hatred he got from Lord Davis, his wife, and Lady Greengrass was palpable. The only one who didn't immediately pin him with a hateful glare was Lord Greengrass. A man who was well known for being cool, and distant in his everyday life. His cool, grayish-blue eyes settled on Harry when he walked in.

"Potter!" Lord Davis snarled at him, taking a step in his direction as the teller who'd brought him here, quickly exited the room, shutting the door behind him as he did.

"Dad!" Tracey snapped at her father, to keep him from doing or saying anything rash. Harry didn't know how much the girls had shared with their parents, so he'd have to play this by ear.

"Lord Davis, Lord Greengrass… I would say it's a pleasure, but considering you recently tried to have me killed, I'd be lying." Harry said to them, filling the room with silence.

"You demanded this meeting Potter, what do you want?" Lord Davis demanded.

"I want to know why you tried to have me killed." Harry responded.

"What proof do you have that we had anything to do with… whatever it is you're talking about?" Cygnus Greengrass questioned him with a cool gaze.

"Your assassins told me before I killed them." Harry answered, his words causing the adults to blink in surprise. Even the cool stoic look of Lord Greengrass, was momentarily broken by Harry's declaration.

"Tell me… why did you do it? Why did you try to have me killed?" Harry asked again.

"You know why! You enslaved our daughters! You bound them to your dying house, and put them in danger of violating a marriage contract!" Tracey's mother responded with vitriol.

"Ah, so you two didn't tell them anything. Good." Harry thought to himself, recognizing that the parents still thought they were in the right. Their daughters had kept most of what he had told them a secret. He'd have to ask them why later.

"Firstly… I swear upon my life and magic, that I am not the one who placed the Slave Brands upon your daughters. So I have said it, so mote it shall be." Harry declared the magical oath, earning further surprise from the adults. He then drew his wand and cast a small Lumos. Everyone was naturally shocked at the sight of a magical oath. It was a rare showing of magic. Most never tried attempting it because it was bound very strongly to your words. You could be completely honest yet if you didn't vocalize your words correctly, you could still be harmed by it. It's why many didn't attempt a magical oath unless they were desperate. It was also something that was rarely vocalized specifically because groups like the Ministry didn't want the world reminded so wholly of how useful they were. Yet students were still taught what a magical oath was, but more so to keep them from accidentally declaring one and getting themselves killed. Aside from those lessons, most weren't taught their deeper benefits. Of course the Ministry wouldn't want the citizenry reminded of magical oaths, otherwise they might decide they were needed to enforce various members of the government to do their jobs, and keep them honest.

It's why you rarely, if ever saw them used in court. A lawyer who encouraged the use of a magical oath to prove their client's innocence would end up black listed by the Ministry for the rest of their days, because doing so opened a can of worms the Ministry would rather keep closed. Magical oaths were a means to remove liars from power, so of course the liars would want people ignorant of them.

Once the shock of his actions had passed, Harry continued. "Secondly… Draco Malfoy is not the heir to House Black. The last lord of house Black was Regulus, and Lord Regulus returned his older brother Sirius Black to the family line, and named him heir. Sirius in turn, had me, his godson, as the inheritor of his worldly possessions, his 'heir'. Sirius had no knowledge of his reinstatement to House Black, and thus no knowledge that he was heir, and after a time without accepting the title of lord Black, his heir, being me, was allowed to possess it when I came of age. I have."

With his final word he lifted his hand and removed the glove from it, revealing the graying skin of his dementor arm, and upon his ring finger was the Lordship ring of house Black. The sight of it, caused most of the adults to pale as the realization of just how bad this situation was, finally settled in for them.

Again the only one who maintained his composure was Lord Greengrass.

"How is it you came to possess your lordship? You are too young." Cygnus questioned him.

"The Triwizard tournament. A Death Eater infiltrated Hogwarts and placed my name in the Goblet of Fire. By Ministry rules, only an 'adult' may participate as a champion. The rationale being that they could use an age line, and the old understanding of what a magical 'adult' was to keep out anyone under the age of seventeen. Technically you'd need to have completed your OWL's and be over the necessary age to compete. When my name was chosen, and I was made to compete, I was recognized in the eyes of the Ministry as a functional adult. Kind of like a pseudo emancipation. Thus I was allowed to claim my lordship." Harry lied through his teeth. Tracey and Daphne both gave him looks as he said these things, but they quickly understood why he was lying. He wasn't about to tell their parents about how he'd actually died, and gone to another world for over two decades.

Recognizing the need for secrecy and not wanting this to blow out of proportions the two kept silent and simply followed along with the lie.

"So you are now Lord Black?" Lord Davis clarified.

"Yes. I am also your son-in-law. As the marriage contracts would have automatically been fulfilled when I accepted the lordship. Tracey and Daphne are my wives now." Harry answered, adding in that point as he knew it was coming next.

"That's why we needed to talk about this. Harry told us everything, after it all happened." Daphne said to her parents.

Silence held in the room. Cygnus appeared thoughtful as he took in everything, while his wife seemed worried, and on the verge of panic. The Davis' were no better. Their fury had fallen away to fear, concern, and revulsion, the realization that they had aided in the attempted murder of an innocent child, nearly brought them to their knees.

"If you didn't place these markings, then who did?" Cygnus questioned him.

"I wish I knew. Three others have been marked and bound to me. One of them is Luna Lovegood, daughter of house Lovegood. The other is Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons' champion and the daughter to the head of the DMLE in France. I have no idea who the third is or why they were picked, or how they were marked. I only know that they were." Harry answered with cool confidence. Despite his apparent youth, he held himself with a very careful and calculated confidence. Cygnus Greengrass could believe he was speaking to the Lord of House Black, the dignified and terrible house, well known for it's cruelty, and it's frightful wrath. This boy, held himself like a lord. Dignified, powerful, fearless.

"What is it you want from us, Lord Black?" Lord Greengrass finally asked.

"I already told you. I want to know why. The whole of it. Not some pleasantry. I've already gained my recompense from your daughters, and they've been forgiven by the contract, now all that remains is the four of you, the ones who sent those assassins to kill me. I am well within my rights to kill all four of you, but in the interest of my own goals, I've decided to give you a chance. So… explain it to me, Lord Greengrass." Harry responded, his emerald eye locked onto the Lord of House Greengrass.

"You seek only my explanation?" He inquired in response.

"Lord Davis and his wife have already shown their reasoning. Hell, Lady Davis just said it. House Potter is a dying house. How dare someone as lowly as I, enslave their daughter. A parent's love, and hope for their child. They wanted to kill me for doing something like that to their daughter. That's their reasoning, now what's yours?" Harry explained himself, his eye never leaving Cygnus.

"What answer would satisfy you?" Cygnus asked in return.

"None. I simply wish to know whether you are a man, or a wretch, jockeying for possession when Voldemort returns." Harry answered, his words causing all four adults to stare at him wide-eyed.

"Oh yes, I know. He's coming back, and those like Lucius Malfoy are preparing for his arrival. I want to know if you intended to join him. If so, than no more words will be needed here, I'll simply kill you now, and save myself the trouble." Harry said to the man, a cold cruelty dancing onto his face.

His word surprised them, finally breaking through Lord Greengrass's icy exterior. The murderous look on Harry's face, invoked in the minds of all four adults the fabled Black Family madness. They were a cruel and terrifying lot, and it was becoming apparent that their newest lord would only add to their legend.

"I have no desire to side with the Dark Lord. Nor would I willingly associate with anyone who did." Cygnus declared after a few moments to take in Harry's cold fury. This was the Boy-Who-Lived after all, a hero in the eyes of thousands of magicals across the world. He had proven very recently, when he slew a dragon in single combat that his legend was no mere story.

Now he stood before them, claiming to have killed the assassins sent after him, and with the obvious intent to kill them, should he find their answers wanting. This was no mere boy. The tales of Harry Potter did not do him justice.

"And yet you willingly went along with Lucius Malfoy's gambit. You very nearly caused the death of your daughters and yourselves, as well as the end of your house in particular, Lord Davis. Had you succeeded, your daughters would be dead. You would be dead. House Davis would be in ruins, and Astoria Greengrass would be left alone in this world, with no one but Draco Malfoy to guide and control her, and by extension, house Greengrass. I honestly never thought Malfoy could be that cunning, but I guess I just have a better time seeing him for the weasel that he is. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though, he was responsible for unleashing the Basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets during our second year. And when I put a stop to it, and took his house elf from him, he tried to murder me in cold blood, and ended up tossed on his ass by the very same House Elf." Harry noted, his words earning further surprise from them, even Tracey and Daphne seemed surprised to hear this.

"You didn't even question it, did you? Why would you… the Lords and Ladies of the Light and Dark are nothing more than sheep, one side follows Dumbledore, the other Voldemort, both as blind and ignorant as the other. And in the middle, the neutrals, the so-called 'last bastion of sanity' in this deranged polarized world of ours. Honestly I expected better from those considered the leaders of such a vaunted and respected group." Harry berated the two men, and their wives. He spoke down to them, like a lord would speak to their subjects. Both men would have snarled at such an affront, were it not for the fact that he had them by the balls. With a single word, with a single thought he could relinquish their punishment to the contract, and it would exact some unknown price. Most likely their lives would suddenly end. Despite the sting of such words, both men felt the truth in them, and noted how Harry had addressed even the light side, as nothing more than blind followers.

"What is it you want, Lord Black? We made a mistake. What else can be said? Do you desire an apology? Is that what you're after?" Lord Davis questioned him.

"No. An apology would be nothing more than empty words. No, what I desire is action. Tell me, Lord Davis, Lord Greengrass… are you as pissed off as I am? Malfoy manipulated you. He hooked you like a trout and dragged you by the scruff of your neck, straight to the headman's ax. He put you on this path, and put us at odds. Had he not encouraged you, not provided you the means, then you would have learned this truth before taking such drastic action, and your daughters would not have needed to harm our relationship by luring me into a trap. Because of your actions, I must now reconcile my own feelings in regards to them, question the possibility of any sort of positive relationship and second guess their actions long into the future of our time together. He led you into smashing any hope of a positive and easy start to our alliance. Your precious houses now stand on the verge of devastation. With a single action, I can seize control over both of your houses. With you gone, and I, being an emancipated lord, being the closest familial connection to take in your other daughter Astoria, I could have house Greengrass and House Davis under my complete control, with nothing but two angry wives and a heartbroken little girl to contend with. And the two wives wouldn't even be all that much of a problem since they're also enslaved to me. Truly if I wanted to be the asshole in this situation, I very much could be and come out of this shitstorm smelling like roses. So, I'll ask again, are either of you as pissed off as I am? Are you as angry at that pompous, Death Eater, scumbag, as I am?" Harry questioned them with fire blazing in his emerald eye.

Both of the lords shared a look with one another, a mental conversation was shared between the long-time friends before they returned their gazes to Harry.

He saw it in them, at the same time he felt it. After hearing Harry lay out the situation as he saw it, both concluded that they were indeed furious. Not just at themselves for following through with this, but also at Lucius Malfoy for setting them on this path. Harry was no doubt correct and this had all been a plot for Malfoy to seize control of house Greengrass, destroy House Davis, and inherit House Black, making the Malfoy's the most powerful magical house in Britain.

Yes, they were angry, the question was, what did the young lord intend to do?

"What do you plan to do?" Lord Davis vocalized that very same thought.

"I'm going to tear it all down. I'll start with the Dark first. The most immediate threat. Once they're gone though, the Light will follow them into the abyss. These two sides have entrenched themselves in their dogmatic ways for decades now, and I see no signs that either group will begin to bend. That which does not bend, breaks, and so I will break them apart, piece by piece. Voldemort is trying to return, but he is just a man. The next time he shows his face, will be the end of his corrupted maligned existence." Harry declared to them.

"You seem confidant that you could defeat the Dark Lord, were he to return." Lord Greengrass noted.

"I've beaten him twice before already. In our first year the Dark Lord possessed the body of professor Quirrel and was living in his head. I faced him, and due to the protections left behind by my mother, was able to kill him. In second year, Lucius Malfoy left a cursed artifact in Ginny Weasley's possession that allowed a fragment of the Dark Lord's soul to possess her and use her to open the Chamber of Secrets to unleash the Basilisk within. I faced that spirit and the basilisk. Here I stand, a testament to my victory. Voldemort will show himself, he will come to face me, and when he does, he will die, again. This time though, he'll stay dead, and then I begin working to tear down his followers. So… what will you do? Will you pick a side? Run and hide, like you did in the last war? Or will you join with me, and together, with our alliance, we can set the foundation for a new world?" Harry demanded of them, his emerald eye blazing in anticipation of their answer, as magic danced off of him.

It was a showing of power that none could overlook. Never before had any of them seen such a concentrated outpouring of raw magic that it actually visibly appeared to the naked eye. They had heard stories of how magic could vibrate the air, when unleashed with such intensity, but this was visible, churning waves of power that filled the air with an unnatural steaming-hot, and icy-cold breeze.

Lord Greengrass shared a look with his longtime friend, neither could truly believe what they were seeing, the power on display here was awe inspiring. Seeing it, neither doubted a word that Harry said. He truly had faced the Dark Lord twice already, and had bested him. Now he stood ready to face him a third and final time. After hearing of his victory over the dragon, neither doubted his ability to do it.

"An alliance then… the birth of a new faction." Lord Greengrass spoke.

"Yes. The start of something new. The light and dark will crumble to pieces at the collapse of the old world. Together, we will give rise to the new." Harry declared.

"What do you need from us?" Lord Davis asked him.

"Prepare, and gather your allies. The Dark's end will come swiftly. I will make sure of it. While I focus on the Dark, you will study the Light, so that when the time comes, they may be dismantled just as quickly. When Malfoy comes around again, ensure he is met by closed doors. Soon I will make a trip to the Ministry, and have Draco formally removed as heir to House Black. The moment I do, Lucius will understand why you refuse to meet him anymore." Harry instructed them.

"About our daughters… when word gets out, your enemies will become theirs." Lord Davis noted, the unasked question hanging in the air.

"You have my word, Lord Davis, Lord Greengrass, that I will defend them against any and all harm. They are my wives now, and Astoria Greengrass my Sister-in-law. I am the Lord Black, any who attempt to bring harm to my family, will be met by the full fury of House Black. I will remind them, why the name Black was so feared." Harry swore to them, the fire in his visible eye, never waning.

Both men, and their wives, seemed to believe him.

"Prepare, my lords. Our time is at hand." Harry declared, his words heavy with powerful, weighted feeling.

Tracey and Daphne watched on, mesmerized by the power behind his words. This was not the Harry Potter of yesteryear. Any doubts that either of them had about him, began to fade a new future was coming they both knew it, the only question was whether or not they'd have the strength to remain by Harry side and see it for themselves.

That had yet to be seen. It was like Harry had said, a war was coming, and they needed to grow up quickly and prepare to face it. If they wanted to stand as Harry's equals that they would have to go far, and work hard to earn their position. Here and now they had witnessed the birth of a new faction, not light or dark, not even gray. It was the faction of House Black and that, was a humbling and frightening prospect.

-To Be Continued-

Alright you guys, there you go for Chapter eleven, hope you all enjoy.