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The Land of Dreams

Harry sat back and kicked his feet up on his desk as he reached for the tried and true paper of the wizarding world; The Daily Prophet. It wasn't nearly as filled with tabloid nonsense as it'd been in his time, and so as he worked, he quite liked to keep up with the happenings of the world. He'd heard from Aster earlier in the day that there was something of interest to be found therein today, so he was right eager to find out what that'd be.

First, there was the typical Quidditch scores and the like that one could find. Harry spied a familiar name, 'Krum', and couldn't help but snicker before he turned the page, and there, on but the second page of the Prophet, was a great big picture of Harry with Elaine and Corene, and below that picture was another, smaller one of Aster, the bloke speaking to the reporter as the person who'd taken the picture did just that.

As for the topic, it was one that he read without so much as a second thought. It was discussing 'goth' girlfriends, the term was a bit new, but as he recalled, it perfectly described how Corene and Elaine acted. As for why it was in the news, the answer was a simple one that made heaps of sense so far as he could tell — the demand for girlfriends like Corene and Elaine, these goth girlfriends, was skyrocketing. All it'd taken was for a few blokes to spread around how beautiful Harry's two witches were and now everybody and their mum wanted girls like them. Dark-haired, dark-eyed and typically dressed the same as their hair with darker make-up to boot.

There was even a tidbit about the same thing happening over in the New World, in America. The Yankee President Franklin Roosevelt stated an interest in goth girlfriends and went so far as to suggest America could harness their power; the Prophet made a note that the Ministry must keep up with their ally there too.

He agreed.

Really though, it shouldn't come as a surprise that so many blokes wanted birds like them. They were the two most beautiful witches he'd ever seen, and witches had begun to imitate the pair since Hogwarts. Now, with the demand, he could but wonder how many witches from that magazine they have would use hair-dying charms and adjust their clothes to darker colours to meet this new increase in demand for witches of that variety. He'd already heard the dyes themselves had all but vanished and those that remained had increased costs… he could invest. It'd be smart here and now, he reckoned.

He'd talk about that later with Elaine and Corene, just as he'd have to talk about a particular comment only a paragraph or so down.

As he continued reading, he saw something else of interest aside from the lack of goth girls and the increased interest therein; he saw a comment by an anonymous person that claimed all the goth girls were picked up by dense, stupid blokes that couldn't see how good they had it. Another comment, this one from a political rival, spoke out against goth witches of any kind, and as a result, his approval rating had plummeted.

Good, Harry thought to himself with a huff. Still fancy speaking to Corene and Elaine about him.

For some reason, he felt personally attacked… but then he shrugged it off a few seconds later. At the end of the day, he had two beautiful goth girlfriends to head home to, and the nerd that wrote that comment, didn't. Harry could only grin at the thought of returning home. Merlin, the fun times they always had.

After snickering to himself, he let his eyes wander down to the point of the article where Aster's picture was, and from there, he read the words the boy was quoted as saying. They described a widening disparity of wealth betwixt the upper class and the lower — typically Muggleborn — when it came to the aforementioned topic of goth witches. Some blokes, like him, had two, most had one, but there were a fair few with zero. Apparently, this disparity had begun to cause less satisfaction and trust in the Ministry, with shots especially fired at Harry for taking the two best birds in all of the Magical world.

Again, he thought the writer was a tad jealous, but he wouldn't judge. Well, he wouldn't judge the writer, but he couldn't help but snicker at the blokes without birds of their own. Harry had got dead lucky, he knew… but now it opened up a problem for them to solve.

There was a problem that came about due to that too — how in Merlin's name did they get more goth witches? He reckoned magic wouldn't be able to help all that much. That'd leave them having to try an initiative of some kind or the like.

Harry set the paper down and brought a hand up to his chin, nodding sagely to himself as he looked back down at the parchment. This has indeed become a very serious problem. He's already gone and accepted it as such, and now would begin the very important part of planning on how best to resolve this little issue of theirs.

Oh, and he'd have to speak with Aster too. The bloke couldn't just go around and talk with people, least of all if they were from the Daily Prophet; they were almost nothing but problems!

With a huff he pushed the paper away from himself and with a wave of his hand, he summoned a fresh, blank piece of parchment to take its place. That old information will have to get tucked away for later, and with this new little piece of parchment, he'll go and get a plan written up.

Economics wasn't exactly his field of expertise, but he did like to consider himself an aficionado of goth witches; be they girlfriends, fiances or wives. Now, he just had to hope his circle of friends was more knowledgeable about the former since he had the latter well in hand.

He snorted when a thought struck him.

If necessary, he could just go and speak with Corene and Elaine about the economic issues and they'd probably have no small amount of insight to offer to him.

That'd be right funny, it would, he thought to himself, snickering. I'd have my two witches that match the desires of the rest of the blokes in the country try to help me solve their little problem.

He blinked then when yet another thought struck him, this one far more strange.

Daphne, with her blonde hair dyed a near-black, but her eyebrows remaining their blonde colour. The thought was a terrifying one, and i—

Harry's world fell apart, and he woke to no small amount of noise and jumbling about in bed; he reached for his wand.