Hellhounds Are Not Emo II

12

ISDH

HANE

Narcissa was surprised when her Son's prized eagle-owl touched down before her and offered her a scroll from her 'little dragon'

Morning Mother.

Even though it is night as I put Quill to Parchment, my trusty companion will not be able to deliver it before dawn. I do hope that you have had a beautiful morning.

I write this to You, because in a moment of Draconian Pride, I was forced to take an Oath on my Magic, not to Bad Mouth or Belittle certain persons. Please keep this embarrassing fact to yourself, for should anyone try to reprimand these People, they can declare that I have acted to breach my Oath.

You know how Father was pleased with what is happening here at Hogwarts? Well, from what I have discovered, he is Hoping that the Headmaster will step too far, and leave himself open for a good shove to dislodge him. The Headmaster has Announced the return of the TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT!

While the Headmaster has proclaimed it is for those 'Of Age', I just know half of our rival House is going to try to enter. I of course have no interest, but plan to brag that the only thing keeping me from entering is the Age Limit.

Now to the Heart of the Reason I am writing. The Headmaster has canceled Quiditch. To teach the Potter Scion his place, I first must beat him in Quiditch. These last two years I was close, but I was limited by my limited growth. As I am now bigger than my opponent, and have the better broom, the Victory should be mine. Only Now the Season has been canceled, and those who were looking for a chance to go pro this year are looking to me to help them achieve their goals.

I am sure, the House Captains could work around what limits that are imposed by this Bloodsport that has upset more than half the School. I Just need a toe hold, a crack that the Old Man can not block. With the Ban Broken, I can name twelve in Slytherin alone that are itching to Fly for the Emerald and Silver. There are twice that in each of the other Houses, if only to watch their Team try to Cream ours.

Pansy sends her Love, and I look forward to your weekly care packages.

Give Father my regards.

Beloving yours

Draco.

Narcissa sat back. How did she want to spin this?

"Morning Wife." Luci had arrived. "I see Draco has written… but not to me?"

"A Faux Paus." Cissi folded up the letter, and set it aside. "It being the morning after we sent him to school, He should not need to write to his Father about anything."

"And His Mother."

"A woman likes to be told she is loved every now and then." a sip of her hot chocolate. "Do I have you to thank for them canceling that Horrid Sport?"

"What was that Love?" Luci unfolded his paper.

"Quidditch." Cissi refilled her cup. "Draco said that half of the School was unhappy when the Headmaster declared that Season was Canceled this year." a sipp. "Of course, it means another year Draco does not beat that Potter boy." As she spoke the word 'Potter', Luci cracked his coffee cup.

"What are you talking about?" Luci repaired his cup.

"Just did not want to worry about my baby-boy getting hurt by that Horrid Potter over some stupid contest of speed and skill to catch a little winged ball of gold." she smirked into her cup as she watched her husband frown. It was these little game victories that brought her the greatest pleasure.

Luci refolded his paper, and stood. "I just remembered. I have an early meeting." He wrote a quick note, passing it to her, "Will be out Late, tonight." He was gone.

She read the Note.

Reminder; Dinner party tomorrow with Nott and Parkinson.

Draw enough to replenish my Wine and Spirits.

Goblin…. What she needs, what she can carry.

LAM

Sometimes he made it too easy. 'Now I just Need the Potter Brat to take the Ring, once poor Siri is gone.'

HANE

Verdaim awoke hungry. Not something new. She always has a Hunger of some kind. Now it was for something bloody, rare, and fleshy. She poked her head out of the warm nest of breasts and bodies cradling her. One thing after another last night, led to Ginny taking the very proud of herself, Verdaim, to bed in the third year female's quarters. This led to two of the other third year witches joining Ginny in her bed to pet and 'oh' over the Dragon. All three witches fell asleep cuddling the dragon.

$Wake!$ Verdaim buggled.

"No, Sleep." Ginny sleepily draped an arm over the witch in front of her and pulled her closer.

Verdaim Huffed, and decided to go find her Human Male. He would feed her! She winged to the door, and squeezed under the wooden planks, into the Hallway, where she took to wing once again and flew across the Cavernous Common room, and scrambled up the stairs into Harry's Dorm.

$FEED ME!$

Harry bolted upright. "$What?$ he blinked at the black blurr by the door. $Oh! I thought you were with Ginny this Morning?$

$She would rather sleep!$ The drake snorted.

$Give me a Minute.$ Harry stood, shook himself like his alternate form, before dressing in his school robes. As he was slipping his shoes on, Verdaim clawed her way up to his shoulder. A wave of his hand, and his wand jumped to his palm, before vanishing up his sleeve. "Got your Shineys?"

Verdaim snapped around, and sprang from his shoulder to the bedside table to grab the white haired rat-skin sack, before jumping back to his right shoulder… the sack hanging from a coil of her tail. $Food!$

HANE

Harry strolled to the center of the Scarlet covered table, he sat with his back to the Hufflepuff's table. A crisp knock on the Table. "Porridge, berries, Honey, and cream, Please. Coffee." $And for you?$

$Pig, juicy! Egg, raw! Two!$

$okay, but you eat the eggs first.$ Harry redirected his voice to the table. "Two raw eggs, two slices of Ham, and a plate of bacon, Please."

As the food arrived, Verdaim went for the bacon, $No, that is for Hedwig. You have your eggs$ Harry pointed to two spotted eggs in silver egg-cups, just above his bowl of Porridge that had wild berries, honey and cream. To his left was a plate with two slabs of juicy ham.

HANE

Slowly the Great Hall filled with students.

Tonks stumbled down, went to sit at her former table, until she saw Potter and remembered why she was there. "Morning, Potter." She thumped down, her blurry eye on the drake wrestling with a slab of ham. "She's got that?"

"Yeah, she is just playing with her food." Harry smiled fondly at the black mini dragon.

On the other side of him, a witch in yellow trim sat, before cozying up. "Potter. Now that you are in the open without your watch weasel, House Bones would like a word." The strawberry blond watched the little dragon rip a chunk of ham off the top slab, and gulp it down. "Vicious little thing."

"She is just playing right now. I am waiting for either Snuffer or Ron to get here. They will finish it off when they get here." Harry set his empty bowl aside. "Now, I hear there have been questions. Has your House been one of the ones asking?"

"Yes." Bones squirmed under his gaze, "We, Bones has a Contract with Potter. It has the risk of Activating should one of us come of age."

"So… by the end of November then." Harry dropped his head to the table with a thump.

"What?" The Bones Heiress asked.

"My Luck, The Triwizard tournament, and the old man's ego. You do the math."

"Oh." Sue swallowed. "So, better get to the bare bones of the deal. The contract is written to give a daughter of Bones to Potter as a Wife. I need to amend it to Consort. Best way to do that is for you to Marry another first."

"Any preference?" Harry snarked, His head still on the table.

"Well, There is Greengrass, but She is in the same boat as I am. Word has it she was planning on throwing her best mate Tracy at you first. I would try the same but Hannah has her eyes on Longbottom. Weasley is out, too young, too eager. That leaves the Twins Carrow and Patil."

Suddenly Harry thought of something, and started to snicker, his forehead still on the table. "Bare Bones!"

"Excuse me?" the strawberry blond frowned at the scrawny boy.

"Sorry. Teenage Male, wandering mind." He sits up, and looks at the Red Head, "An attractive witch sits beside me, and over the course of the conversation on marriages, she alludes to being naked."

Sue blushed as she caught his drift, before frowning again. "And that was funny?"

"Yes, and only in the sense that it brightened my day. A naked witch is never a laughing matter, and no wizard worth his wand or staff would ever laugh just to laugh. A fully naked witch is like a set of exposed tits. Every Wizard is going to look, and be in a brighter mood because of them. Just watch, when more than half of the School is here, have a firsty yell 'Boobies'. No matter what they are doing, every guy will stop and look." Harry frowned, "Okay, maybe not Ron. He is wired differently."

Tonks snorted, with a grin. "He is correct, you know. With the exception of the Headmaster and maybe this Ron, every male in the Hall will perk up and look around. Even Flitwick."

"Every Wizard?" Sue asked, as she dug two gold coins from her pocket.

"Well…" Harry drawled, "If Neville was in a conversation with Hannah, he might not, but he will instead look at her tits."

"And you Mister Potter?" the redheaded witch leaned closer.

"I am now expecting it." He shrugged, "But if you caught me off guard… Yeah I would look for the free Boobies. Then I would have to take out my new found interest on my personal snog hog."

Sue played with coins in her hands as she frowned at the messy haired boy beside her.

Tonks just watched the two as she assembled her breakfast. "Wow. That was a damn subtle way to ask, Potter."

"Ask?" Bones turned her frown on the older witch.

"The boy just alluded to using you as, and I quote, 'A Snog Hog'." The 'Teen Auror' smirked at the two across from her. "That is some sack 'o stones you got on you, Laddy."

$NO!$ Verdiem bugled, puffing a cloud of smoke at Tonks. $Sack of Stones Mine!$

Harry, shocked at the fact that what he had said could be taken as an invitation to 'dating', was left defenseless when the minidragon made her exclamation. He started to laugh, confusing the two witches and the Dragon. After Laughing for a few minutes, Harry regained control. "Sorry. But Verdiem understands enough English to know that you are talking about a sack of stones. When you were talking about my 'Sack of Stones', she thought you meant these." He pulled the rat skin pouch from his pocket, setting it by the now overfed mini-dragon. The black beast coiled about the sack, burped, and fell asleep.

"And the Proposed Position of 'Snog Hog'?" Sue returned her coins to her pocket.

"Well, that is between witches claiming the Heir of Potter." Harry smiled at the girl. "I hear that he is getting contracted to the Heir of Bones by the end of the year. If she wishes to stake her claim, she is welcome. If she collects her coven and they pass him around between themselves…" Harry shrugged. "But please, do not exclude muggleborns, just because they have no skin in the game."

"You seem to be getting ahead of yourself there, Heir Potter." Heiress Bones frowned cutely. "Do you think you are Merlyn's gift to witches?"

"No." Harry became somber. "But as I understand a few things, by this time next year, should I survive, I will have two Houses, directly linked to me, plus two to three others through 'Line Continuation' Contracts." swinging one leg over the bench, sitting astride the worn wooden plank, so he could look the Honey Badger in the face, Harry swallowed. "I will be honest with you. Things have been said, Lines drawn in the sand, and Plans set in motion. Truth? I have no real idea what the Bloody Hell is going on. I am a Leaf on the Great River, and I am just looking for an eddie-pool so I can catch my breath before I get caught in the Rapids."

"What is your Advice on how I should handle this?" Sue crossed her arms under her breasts.

"I am told that no less than five Houses were asking questions this Summer. Get together with them. Find out who wants the Contract with House Potter, and who wants something else. I fear that because this Tournament is going to include me somehow. As it is for those of Age only…" Harry shrugged "Go. Gather the Coven, ask who is in. Who wants out. What terms are wanted, needed, and desired. If we get things down in ink, blood, or stone, whatever is required to change the contracts…"

"Hey!" Ron Yelled as he approached, "I thought I told you to leave Potter alone!"

"Weasley." Harry's voice went cold. "Are you interfering in House Potter Matters?"

"Professor Dumbledor…" that is as far as he got, when his tongue swelled up.

Sue drew, and fired a red bolt from her wand. The hex slammed into the redhead wizard's chest, dropping him like a Marrinette with it's strings cut. "A Tongue Tie curse." Sue snarled. "It is a harsh form of preventing the cursed from talking. His tongue would have choked him in a few minutes."

Harry frowned, snorted, "Leave him. When Professor McGonagall arrives to pass out our class assignments, she can deal with him."

"Pretty harsh treatment for your best Mate?" Tonks raised an eyebrow.

"A Best Mate does not chase away hot chicks with killer tits. A Best Mate does not drag you into more trouble then comes looking for you. A Best Mate does not get Jealous over the fact that I have a few pieces of gold, and don't want to buy him a 'snack' ten minutes after he just ate." Harry snarled.

HANE

Twenty minutes later…

"Mister Potter, why is Mister Weasley on the floor?" McGonagall frowned at the wizard in question.

"He was choking on his tongue, and Miss Bones stunned him." Harry looked the older woman in the eye. "As to Why I left him there… That is House Potter business."

Her frown deepened, before she flicked her wand at the boy, causing him to snap into a sitting position. "Mister Weasley, you better hurry. Classes begin in thirty minutes. Here is your class sheet. And Yours Mister Potter. Miss Tonks, you're with Mister Potter."

Hermione snorted. "Now you need two Witches to keep you out of trouble?"

Harry shot her his crooked grin, "You know me, luv. Two can not stop trouble from finding me."

Neville, sitting six feet away, snorted.

Tonks was grinning. "Which reminds me…" She drew her wand and flicked it towards the doors.

"Boobies!"

Damn near every guy snapped around to look.

Potter fought hard to keep his eyes on Hermione.

Neville first looked at Hannah…

Ron kept on eating.

HANE

First class that year was Potions.

Verdiem was asleep in her hidden pocket, still wrapped around her pouch of 'shinies'.

"Today we are Brewing Burn Paste. The instructions are on the board. You have one hour!"