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Mrs. J.K., Happy New Year and stuff! One more year on the counter, and a step closer to the Next Great Adventure… To morbid? Nah.

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I took my wand out and raised it, "I, Sirius Orion Black, swear on my Magic that I did not abduct or kill Selwyn, Gibson, or Parkinson. So Mote it be! Lumos! Now, do I have to swear that for the other ones, too?"

I chuckled, "Maybe your Dark Lord returned and is punishing the cowards who claimed the Imperio scam. That is possible, too… No, the mark would be visible. Maybe a fanatic supporter of Voldy is doing this as a penalty for betraying his Master. Now that is a scary thought."

Well, I did not abduct, Dobby did, nor did I kill them. It shut them up, while I started dancing again. Life is good. The night in bed was epic.

21. Happy New Year!

Morning sex is only possible if you know the spell to vanish the contents of your bladder. Otherwise, Amy going cowgirl style would be torture, or eating Cissy's pussy would be a risk to get sprayed. Not my kink, thank you very much.

Aretha taught us that spell. She was studying to be a healer before her marriage. That spell was for patients who could not get out of bed. It makes you wonder, where do vanished objects go?

Cissy grabbed my hair, "Focus, Master! Your slut is close, and Eleanor needs her turn; now suck my clit… Close… Close… Morgana! Oh, Master, being your slut is the best! Here, Eleanor, Master is all yours. I'll help Amy finish."

Cissy turned to Amelia, moved her fingers to her clit, and started playing with it, "Morgana! I never thought I would love playing with women this much. Cum for me and Master, Amy. I want to hear you scream. I want you to wake everyone up with your screams!"

Cissy must have pinched Amy's clit, because that scream was at least 150 Decibels and could crack windows. Feeling the spasms of Amy's cunt around my Dong made me cum too. Amelia rode her buzz for a minute before she came back to Earth.

She looked at Aretha and said, "We have to work a bit to get him hard again. How about we clean his rod and get him back in action?"

I say it again: some spells are worth a thousand galleons; that vanishing spell is one of them!

Xxxxx

The last Wizengamot session of the year! The Dark Faction was thinned out, No Parkinson, no Selwyn, I have the Regency of Nott and Malfoy, and Traver's Heir burned to a crisp. Flint and Pucey are feeling uncomfortable after I swore I did not abduct or kill their mates. Someone is out to get them, and it is not me!

As long as the Lords are missing and their life stones are still lit, they could not appoint a regent; they must have been absent for more than a year. It was not uncommon for Wizards to take a sabbatical, although most notified them they took one.

I have some solid Allies: Bones, Greengrass, Davis, Abbot, and Longbottom. Count Black, Potter, Malfoy, and Nott in the mix, and we have a big power block. I have the Daily Prophet by the short and curlies, and the Quibbler favors Stubby Boardman.

Who is the new Minister, you ask? Some flunky from Magical Transportation, Darius Wyman was the only candidate for the job. The way I disposed of Fudge and his Toad spooked them, especially when it came out I was responsible for Crouch's downfall.

It created the right mood to make some changes. After Chief Warlock Augusta opened the session, I asked to be heard. I took the stage and faced my Peers.

I took a moment to look them all in the eyes, "Lords and Ladies, People who are listening at home, we can finally say that the troubles at Hogwarts are under control. They are not over, but the staff has it under control."

I spread my arms. "We are working hard to review all the laws Dumbledore perverted and making good progress on them. We still have to work on some stigmas that have corrupted our society. I mean the discrimination of the Half-bloods and Muggleborn. Also, the way we treat Werewolves and Veela."

I shook my head. "We can not say Pure Bloods are the most powerful wizards. This century's three most powerful wizards were Halfbloods, Meaning Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Riddle. We need to change the way we think."

"Then how do we treat Werewolves?" I asked, "We see them as monsters, but how did they became a Werewolf? Did they go out and ask a werewolf to bite them? No, some Werewolves like Fenrir Greyback are deliberately turning young children into Werewolves. Others are getting paid to bite an enemy. Rarely a Werewolf escapes his cage and roams free."

I raised my hand. "Not so long ago, Dolores Umbridge forced laws on us to push Werewolves deeper into misery and drive them to Fenrir's pack. The Wolfsbane potion is kept expensive artificially, and ministerial regulations sabotage the herbal farms that grow the herbs for the potion. Lords and Ladies, we are forcing the Werewolves into a life of crime."

"To get to the point, even when you know why Dolores Umbridge made those laws, many of you refuse to revoke them. But, Lords and ladies, and the listeners at home, imagine your mother being bitten, your sister, brother, or son. Are you going to kick them out on the street? I propose to scrap the seventeen laws Dolores Umbridge pushed through. Five anti-werewolf laws and two anti-Veela laws. And ten Muggleborn discriminating laws. Don't forget Muggleborns and Muggle raised, and half bloods make up more than half of our population."

Lord Greengrass spoke up, "I second that proposal."

Xxxxx

We won that vote by a small margin. I guess I have to cull the Dark Faction some more. Anyway, those laws are history now. Once we got the momentum, we proposed several changes to the laws Dumbledore put through the Wizengamot, all of which were accepted.

Cyrus Greengrass took over from me: "Lords and Ladies, I want you to think about our future. Our community is getting smaller, and our graduates have a hard time finding a job. There are not many job opportunities. Therefore, I propose that magic be allowed in muggle professions."

He held my hands up to stop the protests, "Wait! Let me explain! We can easily use Magic. As a carpenter, for example, restoring antique or broken furniture. Or restoring paintings, repairing cars, renovating buildings, to name a few. Those are professions where we can use Magic freely as long as we don't let Muggles see us doing the spells."

"Lord Black recently founded a construction firm in the Magical and Muggle world to renovate buildings. He hired a team and is doing good business with them. All is in order with the Muggle administration. The point is that doing Magic in the Muggle world is frowned upon and often mistaken for Muggle baiting. Young graduates find it harder to start a business, too. I ask for the Ministry to loosen the regulation about using spells in the Muggle world as long as the statute of secrecy is respected."

Meh, he'll loosen them up next time. The stage is set, and the Grey faction is setting the pace and the direction the Wizarding World is heading. We got what we came for; not only the Werewolf laws are revoked, but all the ridiculous laws from Umbitch got binned.

Xxxxx

A Ministerial flunky took the stage, and a stack of papers appeared in front of everyone. He cleared his throat, "Lord, Ladies of the Wizengamot, my name is Norbertus Stevenson from the registration office of births, marriages and death registrations. The papers in front of you prove that our population is reaching a dangerous low number. The number of squibs are rising on an alarmingly fast level."

He took a deep breath and continued, "Therefore, we propose to reactivate the Emergency Marriage Act of 1468. It forces all married witches under sixty to produce a child within two years and another one before five years are over."

He looked more nervous. "It also forces all unmarried witches from seventeen and older to be paired with a suitable husband appointed by the Ministry. They, too, have to produce two children with the same time schedule. We propose to keep the Emergency Marriage Act active for ten years."

I have to nip that in the bud! I stood up and asked to be heard, "Mr. Stevenson, who paid you to propose that antiquated Marriage law?"

Stevenson looked insulted, "We discussed it in our department, Lord Black. We judged it necessary to bring our population up to an acceptable level."

I shook my head. "There are two flaws in your reasoning, Mr. Stevenson. First, you force married couples to have two more children. You said so yourself that Squib births are rising dramatically, so your law will only produce more Squibs."

I glared at him, "Worse is what you want to do with the unmarried girls. This borders on slavery. The Ministry will pair a suitable husband? Here are five hundred Galleons, and I want a blond seventeen-year-old. That I am a hundred twenty years old doesn't matter. Tell me it won't happen, and I will call a blood feud on your department when the first abused bride appears in St Mungos."

I turned to the Wizengamot, "That is not all this Marriage Act will do. Take the Holyhead Harpies, for example. They have to stop playing. Childbirth taxes the body, so performing on a professional level will be impossible. By the time they are in shape, they have to start on their second child. Then there are the Healers, Medi-witches and Nurses. Seventy-five percent are females under sixty years old. Who are going to be the midwives? Who are going to be the babysitters? Daycare?"

I raised my hand and shouted, "What about the Newt students who want to pursue a Master's degree? What Master is going to hire a pregnant girl? Who is going to financially support young couples with two kids and one low-paying job? Getting a Master's degree requires at least three years of study under a Master. The Master is getting paid by letting his Apprentice work for a small fee and the work he does for his Master. Can the Apprentice support a wife and two kids with it?"

"Worse! Once the Muggleborn and Muggle raised find out they are forced to marry a pureblood bigot, they will leave the country," I added, "Half of the other countries will make fun of us, and the other half will pity us for our stupidity."

I concluded, "That Marriage Act is from a time when Witches and Wizards could build a small house in a secluded spot and grow their crops in a garden. Those days are over. The Muggle Government has mapped the whole country, and our economy developed too much to sustain this idiocy."

I faced Stevenson, "If you don't want more Squibs, tell those inbreeds not to fuck their sisters and treat Muggleborns and Half-bloods as equals. Tell me, Stevenson, have you read what effects the Marriage Act had in 1468 and what caused it to cancel?"

Stevenson replied stiffly, "The Act was ended after ten years, Lord Black. We presume it was because the population grew enough in numbers."

"I want to bet they stopped it because every Witch left Britain before they came of age," I looked at Stevenson, "What do you think? What are the odds of that?"

I did not wait for his answer and turned to the Wizengamot: "We just got rid of Dolores Umbridge and her ridiculous laws, and another fool wants to take her place. I refuse to let women be treated like broodmares or sold as Concubines by a corrupt Ministry worker."

Several other Lords took the stand and supported my explanation. It ended in a humiliation of Stevenson when the Law Department of the Ministry declared that they did not get to see the proposal, but my arguments were valid and bound to happen.

Xxxxx

Meh, I got it from Fan Fiction. It was easy to point out all the flaws. Amelia ordered Robarts and his team to investigate that department. It was no wonder that lords from the Dark Faction had their fingers in it. There was nothing that they could be arrested for; they just hinted at it.

The Ministry was overwhelmed with Howlers the next day. Hundreds of letters to the Quibbler and the Daily Prophet from concerned witches made it clear that the Ministry better not push that law through. Stevenson's department got swamped with hate mail. Amy's best idea was to let the Wireless broadcast the Wizengamot meetings.

Stevenson had to go into hiding. Word was that his wife kicked him out and asked her Lord to break their contract. After two Squibs, she did not want to put two more on the world, and she suspected he would get a legal Concubine. Lord Stevenson reluctantly agreed after she pointed out that inbreeding makes Squibs. Besides, she hated her cousin.

Xxxxx

Patrol duty at New Year sucks! Harry and his girlfriends are having a party at his mansion, half Griffindor is there and a big part of Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and some Ravenclaws. And I am patrolling Knockturn Alley with the two bitches… the whining bitches.

"Quit complaining already," I told them. "It was Yule or New Year to be on duty. You are not dating anyone besides yourself, so give each other a snog at midnight. If someone should be complaining, it is me. I have four steaming hot women waiting for me at home, and I have to walk the streets with two… well, both of you."

Jones protested, "Hey! We are pleasant company! A lot of guys want to date us! We are hot and sexy. We saw you checking us out when you used that blasted Wardstone to get us naked. Admit it!"

I nodded, "True, I enjoyed the eye candy. Both of you have killer tits, a firm ass, and a nicely trimmed pussy. Your faces are not ugly, either. I doubt you will have a hard time finding someone to get laid."

Jones sniffed, "And don't you forget it, Mister!"

"Now that your ego is appeased," I said softly while I took my wand in my hand, "pay attention. We are about to get company. Wands out, and stay alert."

We arrived at the most dangerous part of KnockTown Alley, and I noticed shadows moving to ambush us. We stopped before we reached the ambush and conjured our shield. Something I drilled into the girl's mind: a physical shield can tank most of the spells and leave us free to attack. Harry got the drill too. I raised anti-Apparating and anti-Portkey wards.

"Come out, guys," I called out, "You have to work on your stealth." Softly I added, "Jones, watch our back."

Ten men came in the open, one of them said, "You should have stayed in Azkaban, Black. Now you will be worm food, you pissed the wrong people off," he grinned, "We will take good care of the bitches."

You know the crap that Aurors can't cast the first spell? Total bullshit! Are they telling me I will be dead at their hands? "Bombarda Maxima!" I got four of them with that spell, I took a small orb from my belt and threw it in the crowd. A small explosion spread silver needles and Silver essence in the Alley, just in case there were Wolves among them. Besides, he talked too much.

We are in luck, three more went down. Tonks was spooked by my sudden attack, recuperated, and threw her spells around too. The few spells that reached us were blocked by our shields. All it took was five seconds to deal with the rif-raf. The spokesman was stunned and bound, five are dead or dying, the four others are wounded and out of commission.

While Tonks and Jones secured the crime scene and called for backup, I woke the leader and softly said, "You are at a crossroads, my friend. You will live another day if you tell me who hired you. Otherwise, you will die from your wounds before the reinforcements arrive."

The leader bit at me, "I am not wounded; you can stuff it, Black! Aaaah!"

I smiled, "That was a kneecap; next will be your wiener; practice peeing sitting down… no, you won't live that long. Who hired you? On three… One... Two... Thre…"

"It was Flint and Pucey!" shouted the leader, "they hired me to teach you a lesson!"

I frowned, "You can hardly say that becoming Worm food counts as a lesson, or is it a lesson for others to learn? Ah, there are the reinforcements. Don't worry about Flint and Pucey, mate. They will get theirs very soon."

Tonks groaned, "That will be paperwork for days."

I stunned the man again and started to remove all Portkeys and weapons and put them in evidence bags. Senior Auror Robarts and his two trainees arrived and took in the crime scene.

I pointed to the leader, "That man and his friends tried to ambush us. I discovered the ambush and called them out. He proclaimed that he would kill me and get his way with my Junior Aurors. Outnumbered, I took no chance and engaged with full force. I noticed werewolves in the group, so I took them out with a silver explosive."

I lifted my wards and called out, "Tonks! Take O'Sullivan with you and apparate to St Mungo's. Prepare them for five wounded criminals."

Robarts looked around, "Harrison, Jones, ask around if someone wants to make a witness statement," He shrugged, "I doubt you will find volunteers for it."

Robarts asked softly, "Friends of yours? Your speech in the Wizengamot did not make you popular with the old fossils." Robarts added, "You realize that Flint and Pucey are just the grunts; the real power are those old vultures."

I shrugged, "The one positive of old bastards is that they die sooner or later. They can't live forever. As for Flint and Pucey, they have a vigilant after the Imperio Death Eaters. I bet their days are numbered."

Robarts looked at me sideways, "Do you have an idea who is after them?"

I nodded, "I have a lot of suspects, but my guess is on an unmarked Death Eater that took offense that they betrayed Voldy with their Imperio scam," I grinned, "I have some suspicions, but I am not searching for them. They can all rot in the dirt for all I care."

Tonks's Jack Russel Patronus appeared, "We are ready, Sirius. You can send them over."

We slapped the Portkeys on them and watched them leave."

A few Reparos and Scourgifies cleaned the crime scene. I smiled at Robarts, "Fancy a Visit to the Laughing Skull? We have to let them know that we take contracts on Aurors very Seriously."

Robarts slowly nodded, "It has been too long since we visited that pub. They might get cocky and do stupid things. Jones! Harrison! Come, we are going to do a House call."

Xxxxx

Twenty minutes later, we left the pub. Silently, I vanished the support beams from my side, and Robarts did his side. Trashing the place is useless. They do a few Reparos, and everything is as good as new. Vanishing the support beams will be harder to repair when the top floor crashes down.

At the door, I called out, "Tell your bosses that putting a contract on an Auror is bad for business. Next time we destroy every pub in the Alley."

I grinned at Robarts, "What are the odds for Flint and Pucey to disappear?"

Robarts chuckled, "I give them a week. Do you remember Bones doing this when we were rookies? She was ruthless after her brother and his wife were killed. We destroyed at least ten pubs that night."

My grin faded. "I remember. It did not stop Voldemort, though. Anyway, his Mark is almost gone from their arms, which means he is close to death."

Robarts frowned, "What do you mean? He died in 81!"

I shook my head. "I heard Rockwood discuss it with the others. He can be revived as long as the Mark is on their arms. He is nothing more than a Wraith, but all he needs is a helper and a Dark Ritual to get a new body."

Robarts groaned, "That madness can start all over? How long will it take for that Mark to completely fade away?"

I shrugged, "A week, a month, a year, who knows?"

Robarts sighed. "I am heading back to the office to start on my report. Harrison, get O'Sullivan and return to the office. Take care, Sirius."

Tonks carefully asked, "Do you think he will return, Siri?"

"Not if I can prevent it, Tonks," I replied, "with Malfoy and Nott out of the picture, the Lestranges in Azkaban, now Parkinson and Selwyn, his organization will be crippled. Those are the major money bags for Voldemort. Without his financiers, he would be just a petty thief. Let's go to St Mungo's and see how many are still alive."

Xxxxx

Harry and his girls returned to Grimmauld's place on New Year's Day before lunch. I groaned, "You could not wait for a year, Harry? Tell me you used the right spells."

Harry protested, "I did not cast spells, Siri! That is way over my head. Besides, I love all of the girls. I even like Astoria."

I shook my head. "By doing that, you activated the clause. Congratulations, Heir Potter and Black; you are now engaged to eight young women."

Harry shook his head, "How can I be engaged by putting a ring on their finger?"

I turned to Daphne, "Heiress Greengrass, did you not tell Heir Potter-Black the significance of that ring?"

Daphne smiled innocently, "I am sorry, Lord Black. But educating Heir Potter of those details is on you. We agreed to tutor Heir Potter-Black of the customs we taught he needed to know. We could not let this opportunity slip away from us."

Tracey added, "We made up our minds long ago, Lord Black. We would not gone that far with Harry if we were not convinced he was the one for us. For your information, we are still pure if that is what worries you."

Tina hugged me, "We discussed it among the girls, Uncle Siri. We will make it work."

Taylor joined the hug, "Be happy for us, Uncle Siri. We love Harry. As Tracey said, he is the one for us."

Christina and Ariana hug-piled me. Ariana whispered, "Relax, Uncle Siri. We will take Fifi for a walk after lunch. That will clear the air."

Amy arrived with Cissy, Eleanor, and Aretha with their kids, minus Susan. Amy saw me hugged by the girls and asked, "What do they need your permission for, Siri?"

I sighed, "Harry activated the betrothal contracts by giving them engagement rings, probably telling them that he loves them." I pointed to the girls, "They want my approval."

Cissy smiled, "Emotional blackmail! Way to go, girls! You made me proud. Siri, it is done. Give them your blessing."

Pansy pouted, "Where is my ring, Draco?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "You have to wait a few years for that, Pansy. Potter is moving too fast."

Aretha slapped Pansy's bottom, "That is not Ladylike, Pansy. A Lady will not ask for it. She just let it know in different ways."

Cissy slapped the back of Draco's head. "A happy marriage starts with respecting your fiancee, Draco. That was something your father did not understand. Respect for your betrothed starts by treating her as a friend and including her in your life. Sometimes love grows fast, like Harry and his girls; sometimes it grows slow, like with you."

Eleanor added, "Draco, Pansy deserves your respect because she wants to make your betrothal work. Taking her for granted will backfire eventually."

Cissy softly said, "Don't take your father as an example, Draco. His arrogance almost destroyed House Malfoy. Rebuilding it needs a devoted wife, one Pansy is willing to become. Give her a chance. Aretha will talk to her, she too looked more to her father than her mother."

Penny popped in, "Lunch be ready, Master."

Xxxxx

Tonks and Jones came in halfway through Lunch and sat down, looking a bit distressed. After erecting a privacy bubble, I said, "Tonks, Jones, we will make an appointment with a mind healer for next week. It is standard procedure in the DMLE when you survive your first lethal attack. Go to your room after you have your meal and start meditating. Put it all in perspective; only then can you move on."

Jones sighed, "It is a lot to take in, Sirius. We did not expect that ambush. We would not survived it without you there."

Amy commented, "That is why we team a Senior Auror up with two Junior Aurors, so they can learn. I read the report. You did the right thing. You don't have to wait for the first spell when outnumbered. They told you what their plan was: lethal force was the only way to survive."

Xxxxx

My sluts and I went to my room while the kids played with their computers. I gave each a ring and said, "That bloody boy stole my thunder; I planned to give you these rings, but now it looks like I am a copycat. Anyway, I enjoyed your company and would not miss it for the world. I love all of you."

They donned the rings without a word. Cissy looked up at me and started stripping, "We love you too, Master. We knew it for a long time, we don't need a ring to know that."

Amy started stripping, too, "We love the ring, Master, and we love you."

Eleanor stripped, "You saved us all, Master, We love you."

Aretha was naked when she slowly got in front of me, "We love you, Master. Your sluts are waiting for your commands."

Life is Great!