7. How do you deal with Giants?
Blooddagger let me in. When we sat down, I said, "I agreed with Sharpclaw to keep my visit here a secret. Not only for my safety, but also for Gringotts' safety. Snake Face is dead set on killing me, due to a Prophesy about him and me."
Blooddagger nodded, "That would be prudent for now. It will delay some of the urgent matters, though. Several of your properties stopped earning Galleons; a few of them are even losing Galleons. We can start with your properties on the continents."
For the next hour, I was drilled in management. Dividends that needed to be invested, selling properties that are losing money, and investing in new firms. I did do the Isekai trope by investing in the Muggle World.
When that was done, Ginny's Marriage contract came up. Typical for Dumbledore, 40% for the Weasleys when I die prematurely, and 10% for Dumbledore. The line: Potions to improve fertility, and affection between the couple are allowed, confirmed my suspicion that the Weasleys were into it.
I said to Blooddagger, "Bill Weasley works here. Show him this contract and tell him that the Life Debts of his Sister and Father to me will be called on if they dare to feed me a potion. Maybe you should examine Fleur Delacour on alchemy-based potions. It seems Halfbloods or Creatures like Veela should be glad that a Pureblood wants to drug them with potions."
Blooddagger nodded, "We will examine Mrs. Weasley tomorrow, Lord Potter."
"Right, next subject. The Daily Rubbish. Do I own shares of that gossip rag? Teen Witch Weekly? The Wireless?"
Blooddagger searched his papers and answered, "Your Mother insisted on buying shares of the Daily Prophet, Teen Witch Weekly, and the Wireless. At the moment, they are 25%, 30%, and 15%.
I asked, "Do you know if Greengrass and Davis own shares?"
Blooddagger showed me a year report from the Daily Prophet, "They do, but it doesn't show the percentage of shares they own. They have enough to have a vote on the board."
He got serious, "It is no use to put pressure on them, Lord Potter. The Ministry has them in a death grip. They print what they're told to print. That will not change as long as that madman is on the loose. Whatever you planned for that paper, it has to wait until this war is over."
I sighed, "So to sum it up, no mansion or building in Britain, the Death Eaters made sure of it. A château with a vineyard in France, a ranch in Texas, an orchard, and herbal farms in Spain. And a large forest in Germany. All managed by Retainers and House Elves who are forbidden to enter Britain by Dumbledore with the backing of the Wizengamot in 81. I think I'm gonna pis on Dumbledore's grave."
I took another big sigh, "Last topic of this meeting. How can I see that I am eligible for the Peverell Lordship? I am the last living heir if I am correct."
Blooddagger was surprised, "Strange, last time we checked was with your Father, and he was just an heir. What changed, you think?"
I explained, "The Gaunts were from the second brother's line. Snake Face was the last of that line. He died in 81. The Potters are from the youngest Brother's line."
Blooddagger thought it over, he suggested, "You can summon the Lord Ring, if it appears, then you can claim it."
I took the Resurrection Stone out of my Mokeskin pouch and showed it to Blooddagger. "Snake Face made it into a Horcrux, and cursed it with a withering curse. When Dumbledore found it, he put the ring on, and he got the curse. He destroyed the ring with Gryffindor's sword. That sword was imbued with Basilisk Venom. I don't know what is left of the original purpose of the ring."
Blooddagger studied the stone. Finally, he said, "A curse breaker needs to examine the Stone to be sure. The crack in the stone is not a good sign, however. I doubt this was the Lord Ring from Peverell, Lord Potter. If you compare it with your rings, this stone could never have been used as a seal. It was an heirloom ring at most. I say claim the ring, and see what happens. Let me first summon a few witnesses. I bet Lord Ragnar wants to be here, and Granny."
Xxxxx
Twenty minutes later, Lord Ragnar and Granny are here, including a dozen elders. Blooddagger signaled to make the claim. I felt all the eyes burning on me.
OK… let's try it out, I raised my Elder Wand, and called out: "I, Harry James Potter, Lord of House Potter and House Black, claim Lordship over House Peverell as the last living Heir, by Blood, and by artifacts! So. Mote. It Be!"
Ten nerve-wracking seconds later, the ring appeared on my finger. This time it resembled a Lord Ring completely. It merged with my two other rings. That is good, three rings on my hand would make a drag queen jealous. They are quite big.
Ragnar congratulated me, "Well done, Lord Peverell. It has been centuries since a successful claim was made for House Peverell. The last one that tried was a Gaunt in 1785. The Vaults have been dormant since Lord Ignotus Peverell died without siring a son. His only daughter married into House Potter. The ring hasn't accepted a summon up to this day."
I was surprised, "So this was a gamble? It could have refused me?"
Ragnar nodded, "That is right. The ring must have liked you for some reason."
I bet it must have felt the wand, the stone, and my cloak in my pouch. Master of Death and all that crap. Ragnar asked, "Who are you going to appoint as Account Manager, Lord Peverell?"
I shook my head, "I don't know, Lord Ragnar. This is my first meeting with my account managers. I don't have a clue about the inner workings of Gringotts. I am inclined to offer it to Blooddagger, but I'm not sure it is appropriate."
Lord Ragnar advised, "It is best to keep the fortunes apart, and manage them separately."
Blooddagger spoke up, "May I suggest my grandson Golddigger? He is Sharpclaw's grandchild on his mother's side. That will make our cooperation more solid and honest."
Xxxxx
It was breakfast time when I finally got home with Dobby. Hermione asked, "That took longer than expected, Harry. What happened?"
I reported, "The ritual was done successfully. But the range was barely enough to cover Britain and parts of the continent. I doubt we got Snake Face with it. Then I have to keep my visit to Gringotts a secret from the outside world. We cannot allow Malfoy or Bellatrix to find out that I claimed House Black. They are going to do an audit of all House Black Vaults. Bellatrix's Vault is included."
I sighed, "Dumbledore buggered House Potter completely. He banned my Retainers and House elves from Britain, in his words, to take care of my properties on the mainland. I have a Chateau with a vineyard in France, a ranch in Texas, an orchard and herbal farms in Spain, and a large forest in Germany."
I continued, "I don't have buildings in Britain, only lands with ruins on them. I do have a lot of shares in several businesses. The Potters helped a lot of people start a business for 5 to 10% of the shares. Half of Diagon Alley, and a big part of Knockturn Alley too."
Then I showed my new ring, "Last, but not least, I claimed House Peverell. The ring accepted my claim. So now I am Lord of three Houses."
Luna shouted, "I claim Consort Peverell!"
She looked innocently at me and said, "I already share your bed, hubby. It is only natural to take the next step. I bet Astoria wants a spot too. Tracey? Daphne? Hermione for Potter, Tracey for Black, Astoria takes Peverell. Daphne and I will be Consorts to keep our line going… we are still missing a third Consort."
Astoria protested, "Who said I want to marry Harry? Share him with four or five other girls? How could that work?"
Luna shrugged, "We already do, Tory. After every Taboo hunt, we share Harry. You are tempted too, admit it. You are always watching Harry fuck Hermione and me in bed, and your eyes are glued on him when he is eating your Sister's pussy."
She turned to me and commented, "Harry, we need a Consort for House Potter, though, to keep the numbers even."
I was dazed, "Ehm… How did this turn into a… whatever this is called? Hermione and I had been dating for a month and a half. I didn't even shagged you yet, Luna. Aren't you moving too fast?"
Luna shook her head, "No, hubby. The early bird gets the Worm. We have to move fast, or the Skanks will steal you away."
I tried to point out, "Luna, the early worm gets eaten first. I doubt I will let skanks get near me, Luna."
Luna smiled brightly, "Then it is settled, hubby. I promise not to use my teeth when I eat your worm, hubby."
Daphne asked, "How are your finances, Harry? Did Dumbledore do a lot of damage?"
I nodded, "Years of neglect, and it shows, Daphne. I can consider myself lucky that I have honest retainers on the mainland. The shops in Britain, however, a quarter of them stopped paying dividends after my parents died, with Dumbledore's approval. Once I have those Horcruxes out of the way, I will kick some asses. I do have a lot of galleons, though. Dumbledore only had access to my trust vault."
I calmed down and reported, "House Black is healthy. Besides this house, there is a castle somewhere near Exmoor National Park in the south, and a hunters' lodge in Scotland, about fifty miles from the Queen's summer house in Balmoral. That, and a lot of farms and shares in businesses."
"House Peverell is worse off. It has a huge amount of books in stasis trunks, and plenty of artifacts. A few cases with Gems, but not many Galleons. Peverell Castle is a pile of ruins. Potter and Black will need to sponsor it, I'm afraid."
Daphne pointed out, "Now that you have taken the rings, the Wizengamot Chairs are available. You have to activate them first at an official Wizengamot session. Maybe you should wait for that."
I shrugged, "With Tom calling the shots, I doubt they dare to have a Wizengamot session." I tried to change the subject, "What are your parents up to? Did you tell your Father about our Taboo Hunts?"
Daphne shook her head, "No, I didn't tell my Father. He knows it, though. Betty keeps him informed."
Auch! Carefully, I asked, "What details did Betty tell them? I hope not what happens after the Taboo Hunts, or I will be hunted by them."
Tracey blushed and confessed, "They know, Harry. Betty had to tell them about the Life Debt and how it affected us."
I groaned, "So, how long do I get to live before they hunt me down for corrupting their daughters?"
Astoria giggled, "Relax, Harry. They got what they were hoping for. A connection with Lord Potter/Black, and now that Peverell is added to the mix, they will be ecstatic."
Luna nodded, "With Peverell, there is a House for Astoria. It is a founding House that will make them happy."
I yawned and stood up. "Whatever. I was up all night. I'm too tired to think clearly; I'm taking a nap."
Xxxxx
I woke up around lunchtime and went down. Along the way, I considered my options. Lords Greengrass and Davis know I am shagging Tracey and about to shag Daphne, although eating her snatch could count as a shag too. Their mentality is probably: you touch it, you buy it. Or in my case, you shagged her, you marry her.
I entered the diner and sat down at the table. Luna asked, "Did you have a good nap, Harry?"
I nodded, "Yep, I needed it. Last night, those Goblins wanted to turn me into an accountant. I bet I can ace Arithmancy now. Anyway, all my blood burned up. I bet Umbitch will have a nasty surprise. I filled a lot of pages with my blood. I wonder what she was planning to do with it."
Daphne speculated, "I bet she was saving it for a backup plan, in case this situation falls through. Or wait until more students reach seventeen. If she used it too soon, we would be alerted and act against her. Minors can not sign a contract without the permission of their guardian."
I added, "Unless they cast a confundus on the contract."
Daphne shook her head. "Not necessarily, Harry. Dumbledore said you had to compete, and Crouch said it too. But both men wanted you to participate in the Tournament. To me, you could have just refused to enter the Dragon pit. Once you entered that pit, you became a champion. The Goblet must have presumed that your guardian gave permission."
Hermione gasped, "She is right, Harry! We didn't check if you were under a binding contract… We didn't know the spell for it at that time."
I shrugged, "Well, it is all water under the bridge. We can't change the past, even if I wish I could."
With a big sigh, I asked, "OK, let's hear it. What are Lord Greengrass and Lord Davis' thoughts, now that they know about the Life Debts?"
Daphne shrugged, "Strangely enough, they are fine with it. Father said that it clears any debt between our Houses if it stays as a tension-relief after a Taboo Hunt. He wants to have a few words with you, though."
Tracey commented, "Father said that going on the rumors, we would not stay virgins very long if we went back to Hogwarts. The Carrow Twins are maniacs; they are teaching the Crucio spell. And the practice dummies are students who dared to speak up against them. The Death Eater spawns are terrorizing everyone. Hogwarts is not a happy place these days."
"I gave Father the locations of the camps. He is going to liberate the prisoners. He needs to find a way to get them safely out of the country." Reported Daphne. She looked at me and added, "He asked if we could give cover fire. We explained how we do our Taboo Hunts. And they are interested in our weapons."
I asked, "What about their Mercenaries? I would think with that many Wizards, liberating a camp would be easy."
Tracey answered, "They split up in teams of ten to twenty Wizards, and are searching for the Giants and Trolls. Others are after the werewolf packs that joined the Death Eaters. They have twenty-five mercenaries available to do the raids."
Hermione offered a solution, "To get them out of the country is easy, put them on the train to Paris. Free them, give them food; transfigure their clothes, and let them board the Eurostar in London. They will reach Paris in less than three hours."
Astoria shook her head. "Hermione, would it not be better if they took a boat? Trains don't float."
Hermione explained, "Two years ago, the Muggles finished digging a tunnel between France and Britain. Now a high-speed train connects London with Paris, Brussels, and Amsterdam. Most prisoners are Muggleborn and Half-bloods; they know how it works. Harry collected enough spare wands to provide some for the prisoners. Muggle money will be the biggest problem, I think."
Hermione turned to me, "Dobby nicked a few shotguns. We have to replace the steel grains with silver. These will be super effective against werewolves. We are bound to meet them; it surprises me we haven't met one already."
I shrugged, "There were some with the snatchers, Hermione. A bullet through their heart or head kills them like everyone else. When is the raid on the camps planned?"
"Three days from now," answered Daphne, "That gives us enough time to organize ourselves. And let our Fathers have a conversation with you, Harry. Tracey and I will help Hermione enchant those shotguns."
Xxxxx
Hermione, Daphne, and Tracey are in the basement modifying the shotguns; Astoria, Luna, and I are in the small study, reading our course books. Suddenly, Luna got in front of me and said, "Hubby, you have been very patient with me. Not anymore, Hubby, I want you to fuck me in front of Lady Peverell."
I smiled and pointed down, "Then you have to make it hard, honey. Start working on it."
Luna nodded, then she turned to Astoria, "Lady Peverell, come and sit closer to have a better view." Luna pointed her wand at me, "Aere Commuta!"
My clothes were switched with air; it left me butt naked. Luna let me open my legs and got on her knees in front of me. Gently, she started to play with my dick. Astoria came closer and sat next to me on the couch with a lot of space between us. Curious, she watched how Luna let blood flow to my Dude. Slowly, it came to life.
I groaned, "Consort Peverell, you are getting quite skilled at this, but you have too many clothes on. I want to see you naked. Lady Peverell, do the honors, please."
Astoria obeyed and switched off Luna's clothes. I nodded, "That is better, thank you, Lady Peverell. Start a titty fuck, Consort Peverell. Take it between your tits and start moving."
Luna has a nice set of tits, Late B, Early C at least. Dude entered titty heaven when Luna pressed her tits against my dick and started moving."
She asked, "Does this please you, My Husband?"
I nodded, while I let my fingers go through her hair, something I know Luna likes a lot. "It does, wife of mine. Start kissing the tip, aaahh, just like that!"
After a few minutes, I said, "Consort Peverell, your knees must be hurting, get on the couch between your Lord and his lady and suck on my rod! Show your lady how wet your cunt is."
I turned to face Astoria and let Luna get on the couch between my legs on her hands and knees. Astoria got a full view of Luna's dripping snatch. Eagerly, Luna started sucking my Dong. Luna is not at the Deep Throat level, but she can take in a lot of it.
I teased Luna a bit, "Spread your legs a bit, Consort. Give the main wife a good view of your pussy. I bet you want Lady Peverell to put a few fingers in it. Ah, yes, I would love to see that too."
I looked up at Astoria and challenged her, "Take a good look, Lady Peverell. That pussy is practically begging for your fingers! Put one finger in it and feel how wet she is for you. Don't be shy, as Lady Peverell, it is your duty to oversee our well-being. We are alone here; take a leap of faith, Lady Peverell."
Astoria had her eyes fixed on Luna's dripping snatch, slowly she pointed her index finger closer to Luna's honeypot and let it slide through the lips. Luna moaned when she felt the finger move into her pussy and explore the entrance.
I encouraged her, "Rub the G-spot, Lady Peverell, she loves it when you move your finger on it. Push another finger in. Now, pick up speed. Watching you fingerfuck Luna is so hot and sexy, Lady Peverell."
Astoria repositioned herself, she turned toward Luna and moved her other hand to Luna's clit. She put fingers on the clit making slow circles and fucked Luna with her other fingers.
Luna moaned, "That feels so good! Don't stop, Mistress! Put more fingers in! Stretch me out so I am prepared for Master's dick! Master! Look how my Mistress is fingerfucking my cunt! Faster, Mistress!... Cumming!"
Luna came with a loud scream. When she came down from her buzz, I said, "Turn, Consort Peverell, and serve your Mistress. Pull her panties down and put your head under her skirt. You know what to do next, don't you?"
Luna pulled Astoria's panties down and stuck her head under Astoria's skirt. Astoria was sold when Luna licked her clit. She leaned back and closed her eyes, clearly enjoying the sensation. That got Luna in the perfect position for a doggy style, I got behind her and slowly inserted my Dong in her pussy. At the barrier, I paused a bit to let Luna adjust, then I pushed through. Pausing again to let the pain fade away, I waited until Luna responded.
I told her, "Luna, you have a tight pussy! I'm about to move, honey. I'll take it nice and slow. Ah, ah, aahh, no talking with your mouth full, Consort Peverell, your Lady Peverell needs her pussy sucked by you. Lady Peverell, open your blouse and show me your beautiful tits. You have been hiding them from me for too long."
She actually obeyed! I knew she had fabulous tits; she is almost a carbon copy of Daphne. She started to play with them, pinching her nipples, while looking at me. Luna's first time cumming with my dong in her snatch was one for the books. She managed to let Astoria cum at the same time. Feeling Luna reach her top made me shoot my load inside.
I cleaned the mess and got in front of Astoria. I put my face close to hers and whispered, "I need my first kiss, Lady Peverell. Then I am going to suck those pretty tits of yours."
Astoria grabbed me and pulled me in for the kiss. She could not move. Luna just started a new session and held her in place. It didn't take long for Astoria to reach the top. Luna is eating her out, and I am kissing and fondling her tits. It made her regret not having started sooner.
When Luna came up after finishing Astoria for the second time, I hugged her and said, "You were great, honey. When the pain is gone, then I will spoil you all night long."
Xxxxx
We met in a small pub in the middle of nowhere. The girls and I. We were expecting Lords Greengrass and Davis, and a few mercenaries. When they entered the pub, Astoria rushed into her Father's arms while the rest sat down at our table.
Lord Davis studied my face. I have to toot my own horn here, but I am a hunk! The skelegrow and musclegrow potions did wonders combined with working out.
After a few tense seconds, he nodded, "You didn't disappoint us, Lord Potter. The Death Eaters are afraid to respond to the Taboo. You gave a big blow to his movement. We are impressed that you could achieve all this with Muggle weapons."
Then he got serious, "You also moved fast on our Daughters. We were not aware of those life debts, or we would have sent them to our family. Now that the bonds are made, are you going to honor them?"
Tracey answered in my place, "We discussed it last night, Father. Hermione is going to be Lady Potter, I am for Lady Black, and Daphne Consort Black. Astoria will be Lady Peverell, and Luna will be Consort Peverell. We agreed to postpone all official formalities until this war is over."
Lord Davis commented, "We were surprised you could claim House Peverell, an impressive achievement, Lord Potter. That House lay dormant for almost a millennium. How did you manage that?"
I shrugged, "By being the only Heir. When my Father tested it, there was still Tom Riddle, who also had a claim. Tom Marvolo Riddle is Snake Face's real name, by the way. I killed him as a baby, in my first year, I killed his Wraith when he possessed our DADA professor, and in our second year, I killed one of his possessed artifacts. I'm certain the girls gave a report on that. So my claim got through."
Lord Greengrass sat down across the table and nodded coolly at me, "Lord Peverell."
I nodded back, "Lord Greengrass."
Daphne rolled her eyes, "Father, Uncle, Harry. We are going to be a family, so drop the formalities. Tracey is ordering for all of us, ale and Shepherd's pie. We will discuss the war before the meal is served. That will give us enough time to think it over. After the meal, we will make our arrangements."
One of the Mercenaries chuckled, "Potter is henpecked already, that is fast."
I chuckled too, "I have five fiancées, mate, how many do you have? How long has it been?"
His face soured up, "Touche, Lord Potter. The henpecked comment stays, though."
Lord Greengrass interrupted, "We came here for two reasons: first, to discuss a cooperation to liberate the prisoners from the camps; second, to inspect your weapons to see if we can use them against the Giants."
Luna said, "I can put any Giant down in a range of two hundred Yards with my Snipy."
The Mercenary asked, "How, little girl? They have tough skin; we tried firearms against them before. The small calibers don't hurt them, and the big calibers are too slow to get a lock on them. They can move bloody fast."
Luna answered, "I use enchanted armor-piercing bullets; they can go through a hardened steel plate an inch thick. I also aim at the weak spots, eyes, nose, and mouth. I didn't meet one yet, but I can kill it."
8. Extermination Camps.
The mercenary was impressed, "We have to try it out someday. The tricky part is to find them. They have amulets that prevent scrying, and they are good at hiding, even with those huge bodies."
Luna suggested, "Instead of scrying for Giants, try to scry for huge boots. There are not many boots that are bigger than three feet."
The Mercenary smiled, "My, aren't you a smart cookie! I'll have to inform the chasseurs of your idea."
I tried to change the subject. We are not going to hunt Giants anyway. I asked, "How many prisoners are in those camps, Cyrus?"
Cyrus answered, "I don't have an exact number; my best guess is between a hundred fifty and two hundred prisoners. There are about twenty guards. What I found out was that the prisoners are kept weak by denying food and corporal punishments."
Crap, Mrs J.K. read too many WWII stories and got inspiration from them. Getting the prisoners out will be easy; getting them out of the country will be hard. They will stand out like a chicken in a turkey farm. We could say that they are going to Paris to an anorexia self-help group convention. Although the camps are only running for six months. They might not be skin and bones yet.
"How is that camp defended?" I asked, "And most of all, how are the Wards set up?"
The Mercenary chuckled, "The wards are a joke. They are more to keep the Muggles away than to keep Wizards out. Most of the wards are focused on keeping the prisoners inside. Once we deal with the one who controls the wards, the rest will collapse."
Cyrus nodded, "The problem will be to do all camps on the same night, and to get them all out of the country the next day. There are four camps, although one camp is housing the snatchers. One is an abandoned factory, the Muggleborn call it a Nuclear plant. The second one is a train station below ground. The third is a big storehouse twenty miles outside of London. The snatcher camp is in the Forest of Dean. Greyback is leading it with his pack."
Robert grinned, "You and the girls decimated that camp already. The rest will be dealt with on the same night we liberate the prisoners."
Hermione spoke up, "We developed a weapon to take care of werewolves… more like we adjusted a weapon for it. You all know the firearms of the Muggles; one type is the shotgun. It is mostly used to hunt. It fires a number of small metal pellets that spread out to increase its chances of hitting the target. There is ammo suited for every size of animal."
Hermione showed a shotgun cartridge, "These are used to hunt deer and wild hogs, the pellets are bigger, and the force that fires them is stronger. We replaced the iron pellets with silver ones. When we are done with our meal, we will show you how we enchanted our shotgun into a werewolf killer."
The mercenary scoffed, "We can do the same with our wands, petite chou. We conjure clouds of silver dust or silver darts and send them their way."
Hermione pointed her finger at him and challenged, "We can kill a deer from 150 feet away, vieillard. A werewolf would not be much different. How close do your werewolves have to be to have a chance of hitting them? All our guns are silenced, those werewolves are dead before they know they are under attack. What about you?"
The Mercenary thought for a bit, then he nodded, "You have a point, chou chou. If you can spare some of those shotguns, we will gladly use them against those cretins."
Hermione held her hand up and said, "We want them back when this war is over, vieillard. We put too much time and effort into them to just give them away."
I spoke up, "May I remind you that this chou chou is my chou chou? And this beau gosse has a jealous streak a mile long!"
The Mercenary laughed, "I'll remember it, Jeune homme. You proved that you can defend your epouses, and are not afraid to kill for them. Let's finish our meal and go to… what was it called? Ah, the shooting range."
Xxxxx
Luna stole the show with her Snipy. The lords transfigured rocks into giant heads and set them at the target zone. Luna shot every one of the heads in their vulnerable spots, eyes, nose, and mouth, from 600 feet away. The heads could not take the damage and burst into small pieces. To top it off, Luna moved to a quarter of a mile and still destroyed the targets.
When she apparated back to us, she glared at the men when they wanted to inspect the sniper rifle, "Snipy is mine! Keep your grubby paws away from it!"
Cyrus was impressed. He said to the mercenary, "Jean-Claude, with two of these, you can wipe out a complete Giant tribe without breaking into a sweat." Then he looked at Luna and added, "I doubt Luna will let you look at it."
Jean-Claude got serious; this was more than he expected. "I have to admit, this Muggle weapon is a Giant killer. We need a few of these. Show us the shotgun for werewolves, please."
Tracey and Daphne showed what damage an MP5 can do to a group of people. They mowed their targets down in a few seconds. All done in silence, we could hold a conversation next to them.
I said, "These are our main weapons to deal with the snatchers. Luna picked off the strays while I killed the majority."
Hermione demonstrated the shotgun from a distance of 150 feet and pumped the targets full of silver pellets. Without a sound, of course. It made the mercenaries who came along to watch slack-jawed.
I said, while Hermione kept on shooting, "This gun can normally shoot ten shots and then has to reload. After three reloads, it needs to be cleaned to remove the residue. As you can see, we have Gemino on the ammo and Reparo on the gun on top of the silencing. Hermione can shoot that gun all day long without stopping. All of our guns have that feature. How long can you keep on casting Bombarda?"
Lord Davis raised his hand to stop the action and said, "You convinced us of their usefulness, Harry. We plan to take action in three days. How many can you prepare for our group?"
I looked at the Rune mistresses for an answer. Daphne said, "Ten of each kind at most, Uncle Robert. That is, if we can get our hands on that many without the Muggles going into a panic if that many disappear."
I commented, "I agree, the country will go on full alert if that many guns disappear. I think I have a way to avoid it. We will let you know tomorrow how many we can deliver."
Lord Greengrass came to the point, "Alright, let us discuss strategy and how we will get those prisoners out of the country."
Xxxxx
When we arrived back home, Hermione asked, "Harry? How are you going to manage stealing that many guns without the police or army finding out?"
I took my Deathstick and showed it to her. I grinned, "Gemino spells, Lady Potter! I bet the duplicates will last for a month or two if I pump some Magic into it. I only have to see if the runes and enchantments are duplicated along with the gun."
Daphne frowned, "Harry, copies only last for a week at most, a few days longer if you, like you said, pump more Magic in it."
I showed my Deathstick and told a little white lie, "This wand, my lovely Consort Black, I found in the Peverell vault. It was on display in the center of the Vault to show it was something important. I took it in my hand, and the wand connected with me. It is quite powerful. I bet the copies of the guns will last a month or two. I am not eager to arm mercenaries with such dangerous weapons. Besides, the police will miss that many weapons if we let Dobby collect them."
I removed the clip from my MP5 and removed the bullet from the chamber, and did a "Gemino!" on the MP5, pumping a lot of Magic into the spell. I showed the MP5 to the girls, "Can you check if the enchantments are copied, please?"
One by one, the girls analyzed the spells on the machine gun; in the meantime, I copied the ammo clip.
Finally, Tracey reported, "The Runes are perfectly copied. The enchantments need to be redone. It will save us a lot of time. Are you certain that the copies last that long, Harry?"
I nodded, "I am, Lady Black. They will last at least until the prisoners are rescued."
Luna took Snipy out of her extended bag, removed the bullets, and presented it to me, "Copy Snipy for me, Lord Potter-Black-Peverell. And then try to copy the copy."
I did and asked, "Why did you ask to make a copy from a copy, Consort Peverell?"
Luna answered, "To see if the quality of the copies goes down, hubby. Every copy loses a bit of integrity until they become useless. That is the common rule of copied objects."
I shrugged and made the copies from the copies. At Nr10, the girls examined the last copy and compared it with the first one. They look the same; they were on the table in order from the Gemino spell.
Daphne shook her head in unbelief, "They are still perfect copies from the original. Only the enchantments are gone, just like they were in the first copy. Maybe the last copy will not last that long compared with the first one."
I shrugged, "Put numbers on them, and we'll keep them with us in the basement. I'll use copies from the original to deliver to your parents' mercenaries."
"We do this all tomorrow," I said while stretching out, "Right now, I want to take a bath."
I grinned at the girls and added, "The tub is big enough for all of us. Lady Peverell can wash our backs."
Xxxxx
Aah! This is the life! At the moment, I am in the tub with Hermione, and Tracey just walked into the bathroom, pulling Daphne along. She said, while she took her clothes off, "Luna is trying to convince Astoria to join."
I chuckled, "Well, there is enough room in here. Come on, Consort Black. Remove your clothes, nice and slow. It is like unwrapping a present, it is exciting while you remove the wrapping, and you are happy when you love what is in it. And girl, I am going to be very happy."
I sighed, "I am bloody lucky. I have the best-looking girls from Hogwarts in my tub… that is, if Consort Peverell gets Lady Peverell in it."
Daphne made it into a hot strip show, removing her clothes one by one, with my eyes glued to her body. She struck a pose when she was naked, and she asked, "Did it please you, my Lord?"
I nodded while I wiped my imaginary drool from my mouth. "Girl, you can do this every night, and I would still love to watch it after ten years. I could say it made my dick hard, but he was standing up already. Step in the tub, love. We only miss the Peverells to make it perfect."
I grabbed my wand and sent a Patronus to Astoria, {Lady Peverell! Come in the tub with us! Show that gorgeous body to us, you have been hiding it for too long!}
We all heard that. Astoria and Luna were standing on the other side of the door. Luna dragged her inside. I told Astoria, "Come, Lady Peverell. You have to get used to this if you want this relationship to work. You saw all of us naked; you even played with Luna and me. I even know what you look like naked, you are an almost perfect copy of Daphne."
Hermione commented, "We could make this into a coven. The ritual will make us discard jealousy and prevent Harry from having favorites. We would be equals. That flows over to our children. I read it in an old tome about Covens. I'll show the book tomorrow. Come in the bathtub, Astoria."
Tracey joked, "Come on, Tory. We will hold the beast. There are enough of us to tire Harry out."
I protested, "Ola! What if you girls do the work for a change? That will give my jaw a rest."
Hermione shook her head, "Not here, Harry. We will save it for the bedroom. It would be too messy in the bathtub."
She hugged me and gave a long, hot snog. Then she said, "Kisses are allowed, honey, and some wandering hands."
Crap! I missed it! Astoria stripped and got in the tub while Hermione was distracting me with her snog. Too bad, the bubbles hide most of the bodies. Luna was last to get in the tub and sat down on my lap.
She leaned with her back against me with a sigh. "This is nice. How did it feel to meet the Fathers-in-law; hubby?"
"Nerve-wracking, Luna. I was glad that there were only two of them. Do you think your Father is alright, Luna?"
Luna nodded, "Daddy made a lot of friends on our travels. Also, our tent is winter-proof and can endure the worst storms. Daddy can take care of himself."
Tracey giggled, "Did you see Harry getting jealous when Jean Claude called Hermione chou chou? I did not know our husband could be that possessive."
I shrugged, "When someone is calling my wife chou chou, that needs to be addressed properly. Frenchies are smooth talkers, I have to watch out for them."
I cupped Luna's tits and started to play with them. I chuckled, "Did you see Jean Claude's face when Luna popped those stone heads? I bet he almost crapped his pants, especially when she repeated it on a quarter-mile distance and still hit all her targets."
Hermione laughed, "They looked as if they sucked on a lemon when Luna told them to scry for big boots."
Daphne commented with a grin, "They have been looking for the giants for more than a month without success. Hearing the solution from a little girl hurt their pride. Father had to adjust the way he was viewing us. We are equals now, not some children running loose. The shooting range proved that we are a force to be reckoned with."
One of my hands slid down under water and found a clit to tease, my other hand was fondling the nipples. Luna moaned and enjoyed the treatment. She started panting when my fingers slipped inside and rubbed her G-spot.
Hermione protested, "Harry! Save it for the bedroom! You are making us all horny. If you let Luna come, then you have to do all of us!"
Tracey giggled, "Hermione, that must be the lamest: Or Else! I heard. If you don't stop fondling Luna, then you have to fondle all of us. Do you think that is a punishment? See? Luna is about to blow her top. Who is next? I know! It is Lady Peverell's turn!"
Tracey turned to Astoria and pointed out, "You have been watching our play from the New Year till now. It is your turn now, Tori. Ah, Luna is done. Move aside, Luna, Lady Peverell is up."
Daphne nodded, "That is only fair, Tori. We saw you rub your clit when Harry was eating our pussy."
Luna switched places with Astoria and whispered in her ear, "Go for it, Tori. It feels so good, you will love it."
Peer pressure, the worst pressure young people have to fight against. Astoria got on my lap, carefully avoiding my dick. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. "Relax, Astoria. If you don't like it, you can just tell me no." Then I joked, "I won't take no for an answer, though."
Astoria looked sideways at me and asked, "What if I said no? Would you stop?"
I smiled, "There are countries where it is considered good manners to refuse a few times when they ask you out for a drink. That makes it hard for the boy to tell whether you are polite or don't want to have that drink with him. So he will keep on nagging until you cave in. Then the boy will think No means Yes after all! Tori, do you want to fuck with me? No! So you do want it! What a slut you are!"
I kept my hand on the safe places and said, "Relax, Lady Peverell. Your husband will take it slow with you. I'll do rough with Lady Potter and Lady Black. I want to try something new with them. I place them on top of each other so their pussies are close. That way I can fuck them both at the same time. I'll bet you want to watch it too."
Astoria got curious, "Will they face each other or be stacked on top of each other?"
I shrugged, "Both ways will work, facing each other will give them opportunities to snog, otherwise only the one on top will have fun when the bottom one gropes the tits or rubs the clit from the one on top."
My hands started moving. I asked, "Do you have interesting positions in mind? Which one do you want to try out?"
Astoria thought for a moment, then she said, "I want to try on top, the cowgirl you named it. Although I don't see what a cow has to do with that position."
I explained, "That is something from America. They used to ride horses to herd cows from one place to another. They named the men on the horses cowboys. You're riding on top of me, cowgirl style."
My hands are playing with her boobs. I asked, "So you want to have your first time on top of me? I approve! That way I can see your tits move up and down in the rhythm when you bounce up and down. I bet Luna wants to play with them."
Astoria suppressed a moan and shook her head, "She will be too busy riding your face, Harry."
One hand went down south and explored the lower lips and the pleasure nob, I argued, "Not when she is facing you, Tori, then she has your pretty tits right in front of her and well within reach. So… your first time will be a threesome. How daring of you. But then again, Luna is your consort. It is only proper to include her."
Tori wasn't listening anymore, her mind was closing down, and her focus was on the fingers that invaded her snatch. With closed eyes, she enjoyed the experience; it felt different when someone else was doing it. I nibbled her neck and shoulder and whispered, "They all will be on our bed when you have your first time with me, Tori."
That comment got her over the top, with a scream to Morgana, she clamped down on my fingers. It took a while for the aftershocks to fade. I said, "Tell me when you want that threesome, Tori."
Tory groaned, "It still is weird to do this in front of everyone, Harry. But it felt good."
Daphne commented, "You have been watching us, Tori. That was weird too, don't you think so? Now we watched you. Welcome to the group."
Hermione took Tor's hand and said, "Yes, welcome. Now move over, it is my turn."
Xxxxx
Three Death Eaters, fully in Death Eater garbs, escorted a prisoner to the prison camp and knocked at the gate. One of the guards came outside and asked, "What in Merlin's name are you here for? It is in the middle of the night!"
One of the Death Eaters answered, "We finally caught the one who was killing the snatchers. We could not leave him in the camp with him, or he would not survive the night. We need him alive to stand trial in the Ministry tomorrow. Now open up. It has been a long night, and my shift ended an hour ago."
The Guard took his wand out and said, "Move aside for a bit, I have to check if he carries a wand. Standard procedures, you know… he is clear. You have to come inside to log him in the books. Strange, I thought we were done with the paperwork, but it never stops."
"Tell me about it." Said the Death Eater, "I have a report to write about it tomorrow, or they will nag about it for hours."
The three Death Eaters pushed their prisoner inside the guardhouse. When the prisoner looked around and saw four guards lazing about, with nobody else in sight, he took his Glock out of his secret pocket and started to give head shots to the guards, helped by two Death Eaters.
The lead Death Eater complained, "Hey! You didn't show these small guns at the shooting range!"
Tracey shrugged while she put two white bands on her upper arms, "A girl can keep some secrets. Can you look for the wards? We will take the patrols out. Don't forget to put your white armbands on your arms, or Luna will pop you. Come, prisoner Potter, let's find you a comfy cell."
I grumbled, "You are enjoying this too much, Tracey. We have to secure the main entrance before the rest can come in."
Xxxxx
At the main door, we knocked. A guard opened a hatch and asked suspiciously, "Where is the Guard? There is supposed to be a guard accompanying you."
Tracey growled, "Those horny bastards will come later with the rest of the prisoners. Four girls; our boss is having fun with them, along with your guards. Now, do I have to wait here at the door until they are done, or are you letting me in? Open the bloody door so I can go home to my bed."
"Alright! Don't get your knickers in a twist! The door is open, come in," said the guard. It was the last thing he said. A bullet through the head took care of him.
Daphne lit her wand with a Lumos and waved it to the carpet hovering fifty yards above ground with Luna and Astoria. Hermione lit her wand and signaled to the back. That made the mercenaries rush inside.
We didn't wait for them and went inside, our method? Simple, a head shot if they carry a wand. The Mercenaries all have white armbands on them. They know Luna is hovering above and is trigger-happy.
The camp was cleared in five minutes. The mercenaries woke the prisoners up and told them to dress. Then they presented hoops to the prisoners.
Daphne called out, "This is a portkey that will take you to London. Once there, you will get decent food, money, and some of you will get a wand. Then you will take the Eurostar train to Paris and ask for asylum in the Rue Magique. Stay calm and stay together. We have two more camps to liberate. We can not have you running wild and risk alerting the Death Eaters.
One camp down, two more to go. We are doing the same trick to get inside the second camp.
Xxxxx
Hermione was in London with the refugees. She, with the help of Dobby, Winky, and Betty, cleaned them up, repaired the clothes, or transfigured them into something proper. After they ate their fill with sandwiches and tea, Kreacher gave them bags with fifty Galleons and a hundred Euros.
Hermione explained, with a sonorus on her voice, "Half of the Euros are for the train ride. The galleons are to give you a head start. In Paris, someone will be waiting at the train station to guide you to the Rue Magique."
She added, "We have to wait for the people from the other camps to portkey in. The first train leaves at five o'clock. So we have plenty of time."
Then she remembered a detail, "In the money bag is a token. With that token, you can go to Gringotts in Paris and exchange it for four hundred Galleons. That will give you a start. Tell the Goblins it is from the Potter Refugee Funds."
A middle-aged man shouted, "Wait! It was Potter who liberated us?"
Hermione shook her head, "It was not only Harry Potter; he also did it in cooperation with Lord Greengrass and Lord Davis. Together, they set up this rescue mission. The mercenaries are hired by the lords. So please, don't think all the purebloods are bad. There are just a lot of them. Please be patient, and wait for the others to arrive."
One of the older men said, "I want to get out of here and visit my home. I have to warn my neighbors to get out of the country."
From a lot of sides, there were voices wanting to do the same. Hermione spoke up, "You are to remain here until the refugees are on the train and on the way to Paris. You can not risk everyone by acting on your own. You want to stay here? Then you wait until the rest is safe. No exceptions. You have a small window to act. Once the Ministry finds out about the escape, they just have to monitor unauthorized magic being used to catch you. They recorded your Magic signature, and they will be looking for it."
Hermione added, "That is between 5 o'clock and 10. If you are still in Britain after that, then you'd better not use Magic. They still have enough people to hunt you down. Think before you risk it."
The old man stubbornly said, "Who is going to stop me? You?"
Hermione took her Glock in her hand and said, "You will be dead if you touch the door, old man. I would rather kill you than let you put everyone in danger. I said Wait until the train is gone. Another alternative is to put you back in that camp. Now, are you going to behave? The Elves will keep an eye on you."
A young mother with a child said, "Albert, sit down! Who are you going to warn anyway? Do you know who turned you in? You could be alerting the Ministry instead of warning the neighbors. I thought I could trust my husband. The coward was afraid to be punished if he didn't turn me in."
At that moment, the second batch portkeyed in, and the same routine happened. Cleaning, transfiguring clothes, food, and explanations.
Xxxxx
We arrived at the third camp. The guard was suspicious, "Why did you come here? Camp One is close to the Ministry; put him there. You have blood all over your clothes. What happened to you?"
Our Death Eater Mercenary grumbled, "They put up a hell of a fight, that is why we are covered in blood. This is the only one we caught alive. We put three of them out of their misery; they screamed too loudly. And why here? Because it was closest, these two are not good at Apparating long distances with a prisoner. So here we are."
The guard took a long look at me and said, "That one looks a lot like the Potter boy."
Our Death Eater shrugged, "It is possible. The Ministry will identify him properly. The last one who thought he caught Potter got himself killed by the Dark Lord when he summoned him. The Dark Lord doesn't like to be disturbed when he is on the continent. I tagged him with my mark; if he is Potter, I'll get my reward. If he is not, then I'm still alive after this night."
Reluctantly, the Guard opened the gate and let us in. Just as in the other camps, there were four Guards on duty. And just as in the other camps, they got a bullet in their heads.
When we knocked on the main door, that was when it went tits up. The Guard asked, "Where is Armin? He should be with you to let the prisoners inside."
Tracey said, "They are having fun with four girls with our leader, which can take a while."
The guard got on edge, "Who are you? Armin doesn't have fun with girls; he likes boys."
Tracey sighed and put a bullet in his head. "We have to hurry, light the sparks, Daffy. This is going to be bloody."
Previous:
I explained, "Dobby uses the secret tunnels to get in or out. Those are holes in the defense of the Wards. They monitor the entrances and exits of those passages, but not the actual ward line. Dobby uses it to get in and out."
Neville smiled, "That is another lifeline for us. Harry, can you let Dobby show it to our house elves? At this moment we only have one way to get out of Hogwarts, that is a passage from the RoR to the Wild Hog tavern from Aberforth Dumbledore. But Hogsmeade is monitored."
Xxxxx
I popped home into the reception room. Susan Bones followed, then Lisa Turpin, Sue Li, Megan Jones, Wayne Hopkins, Seamus Finnigan, Michael Corner, and a lot of students from lower years.
I said to Hermione and the girls, "We need to act fast."
10. Be careful what you wish for!
I turned to the new arrivals, "Stay in this room. I have to write you into the visitors' book, or you will be thrown out by the Wards. I'll start with the ones from our year. Hermione, can you make a list of the others and bring it to me?"
Hermione nodded. "Go, I'll be right there. Winky, a parchment and a quill, please."
It took twenty minutes to write them all in. My house is filled with students of all ages. The tally is above fifty. All of us are gathered in the Grand Parlor, the one for family gatherings or meetings with fellow Lords.
I took a moment to get my wits online, then I said, "Welcome, everyone. Now that you escaped Hogwarts, it is important that you alert your family fast. I suggest that those who have a House elf write a letter and give it to Dobby, Winky, or Betty and tell them the name of your house elf. They will deliver your letter. Parchment and quills are in the small study. Wait until I say everything, then follow Winky, please. Raise your hand so that Winky knows how much she has to prepare."
Eighteen students raised their hands. Winky nodded and popped away.. I turned to the ones that are without Elves. "I know that some of you know the Patronus Charm. For the ones that don't know the Messenger Patronus, Hermione and Luna will be teaching you after this meeting. Raise your hands if you know the Patronus… and how many the Messenger Patronus… OK. Only ten left. You have to write letters and send them by owl. I'll open the Owlry to let everyone's owls in. I hope you will not mind if these ten use one of your owls to send a letter to their parents."
I took a deep breath and got to the main topic. "Getting you out of the country is easy. What follows after is not. Your parents have to get out of the country by themselves. There are enough harbor cities that have ferries to the continent. Spain, France, Belgium, and the Netherlands have many harbors that connect with Britain. With Muggle money, they can buy a ticket. Once in France, they should ask for asylum."
I raised my hand and gave another option. "If your parents refuse to leave, Dobby can take you back to Hogwarts before anyone notices you were gone. Be sure to mention that in your message. I'll allow owls to deliver letters today and tomorrow. Tomorrow night we will take you out of the country. Did I forget something?"
Susan Bones raised her hand. "Can I stay and fight alongside you? I am an orphan, and they destroyed the Ossuary when they killed Aunty. Dotty is with Uncle Jacob, Hannah's father."
Hannah stood up and said, "I want Dad out of the Country, but I want to stay with Susan."
I chuckled. "Hannah, there is no way in Hell that your father will allow you to stay here to fight a war while he goes to France. The only way for your Father to accept that is if he joins the war with Lords Greengrass and Davis. Everyone, that is also an option for your parents. Join the fight."
I stood up and announced, "Follow Winky to the small study to write your letter. Follow Hermione and Luna to learn the Messenger Patronus. The ones that can cast the Messenger Patronus stay here. We have to regulate the Magic leaving this mansion. Magic cast inside is not detected; magic leaving this mansion does."
Xxxxx
Every five minutes, a Patronus left the building. Dobby, Winky, and Betty delivered letters to their fellow House Elves. Not much later, the first owls arrived, and Dobby received answers from his colleagues. The messages were varied; some agreed to flee to France, some joined forces with Greengrass and Davis. Only five students had to return to Hogwarts.
On one thing all parents agreed: their kids had to leave for France; adult or not didn't count. Only Susan insisted on staying put. She is seventeen, an orphan, and head of her House. Most of all, she is out for revenge.
The next morning, forty-five students boarded the Eurostar, pretending to be exchange students for a week. Their teachers, Jean Claude and Miss Naomi, went along as chaperones. The dumbasses from the Ministry still don't know about the tunnel, and didn't guard the station.
Xxxxx
When everyone was gone, Susan turned to Hermione and asked, "When do we attack the Death Eaters?"
Hermione shook her head, "Not this week, Susan. We gave them a serious blow a few nights ago. But it also affected us. Especially Astoria has to get over the trauma. Killing people affects our minds; we have to digest and sort through all our emotions before we go at it again."
Susan nodded, "Fair enough, I can wait. So… what do you girls do for fun?"
Luna was happy to inform her, "We play with Harry, Susan. It's a lot of fun, playing with Harry."
Tracey giggled, "You got that right, little slut. You are always the first to begin."
Luna shrugged, "It is still winter, Tracey. What else can you do in the middle of winter?"
Susan frowned, "What kind of fun do you have with Harry? It sounds fishy to me."
Daphne was the spoilsport. "Susan, all of us are in a relationship with Harry. He is the Lord of three Houses; Luna and I need to keep our names, so we will be Consorts. You and Hannah have an agreement to share a husband, don't you?"
Susan nodded, "Hannah started dating… seeing... hanging out with Neville from a month ago. I was waiting to see if it would last before we would include myself in the relationship. Recently, Neville has been eyeing Ginny Weasley. Hannah noticed it too, or she would have stayed in Hogwarts."
Astoria asked, "Why didn't you tell Neville Hannah, and you are a package deal? That would have him devoted to both of you."
Susan shrugged, "If Neville can't keep his eyes on Hannah, then his eyes will stray, even when I am added. Or worse if he ignores Hannah and focuses on me. How does Harry behave? Does he have favorites?"
Luna smiled, "I am in the top five of Harry's most favorite girls, Susan. I bet the others are too."
Astoria nodded, "I don't know; I am his number one, but I am sure I am in his top five, Susan."
Hermione shrugged, "We all share the first place with Harry's most favorite girls. The top five can be easily made into a Top Six if you want. Harry did fantasize a lot about you and Hannah."
Xxxxx
Susan had a strange look on her face when I entered the room. I asked, "What did I miss?"
Daphne dryly answered, "We were wondering who was in your top five of most favorite girls, Harry. No, make that the top ten."
I thought for a bit before answering, "Well, all of you are in my top five. Susan made it easily in my top ten with Hannah. The Patil twins are there too… Number ten… There are many girls that could claim that spot."
Hermione asked, "Like Ginny?"
I shook my head. "No, not Ginny. That attraction was potion-induced or her life debt urging her to repay the debt. I'm not sure which one. The marriage contract with her is voided, though."
Luna commented, "She will be heartbroken, Hubby. She was told from her fifth birthday that she is going to marry The Boy-Who-is-a-Storybook-Hero."
"That is about the time Dumbledore and Molly signed that marriage contract," I said. I added, "Dumbledore signed that contract with my blood. The blood-burning ritual made it into a useless piece of parchment. I let Bill Weasley know that if she uses a potion on me, then I will call on her life debt and the one of her father."
Susan swore, "That is why Ginny was sniffing around Neville for. She needs a back-up in case your deal doesn't come through."
Hermione said, "She is pretty and knows how to wrap boys around her fingers. She has six brothers to practice on. Bill must have warned Molly and Ginny about the contract."
I shrugged, "As I said, she isn't in my top 10, not even in my Top 20."
Susan fluttered her eyelashes and asked, "But Hannah and I are in your Top 10, Harry?"
I nodded. "Since last year you are, Susan. Not in our second year or our fourth. I must say you and Hanna were fanatic Diggory groupies. I bet you would have said yes if he asked to spend the night with him."
Susan blushed and confessed, "We would have if he asked, Harry. Hannah and I fantasized about it, but he was hooked by that cow Chang." She tried to change the focus on me, "You were hooked by Chang too. What changed?"
"Two things: she was not over Cedric, and she used me as the rebound guy. That and Hermione broke our date up, and I went away with Hermione. That was rude of me, even when it was to give an interview to Skeeter." Was my answer after some thought.
I stretched out and asked, "What are the plans for today? I'm going to study Runes.
Hermione said, "Potions for me. I bet Susan needs a flushing potion. Daphne, check Susan for tracking spells and listening charms. Dobby brought her school trunk, that needs to be checked too."
Tracey stood up. "I'll help." She passed Luna and whispered in her ear, "Don't keep Harry away from his Runes for too long, little tramp."
Luna grinned and whispered back, "But, Lady Black, I have to train Lady Peverell properly. A few more sessions and she will join our communal fun-time."
Tracey nodded and patted Luna's head, "In that case, carry on, Consort Peverell. We approve."
Xxxxx
Astoria spoiled the fun when she came in with a letter. "Gringotts asks for a meeting today, urgently. Here is the letter."
I read,
Lord Potter/Black/ Peverell.
After the events of the last days, we urge you to bring all the artifacts that are linked to HIM, and bring them to your Account Manager Blooddagger.
Our curse breakers studied the cup we found after the audit and discovered a link to other items. We can use that link to destroy the original if we have more of those artifacts.
Come in as fast as you can. There is no need to make an appointment.
Ragnok,
Bank Manager,
Gringotts London.
I sighed when I read the letter; that means the nightmare will be over soon. "Dobby, bring the two evil things and pop us into Gringotts, please. Girls, read the letter, and warn your Fathers to get ready for action. We have to take Hogwarts before the Ministry."
Xxxxx
Dobby dropped me off at Gringotts, and we entered Blooddagger's office. I presented the bags with the locket and Tiara. I asked, "Will these be enough to get rid of him, Blooddagger?"
Blooddagger opened the Dragon leather bags, looked in them, and nodded after he waved a dagger above them.
"Those are what we needed to confirm our calculations, Lord Potter. I alerted the Cursebreakers of your arrival. They'll be here in a few minutes. When they affirm the success rate of the ritual above 80%, that leaves us with who is going to pay for the ritual? Gringotts Curse Breakers are not cheap, and this ritual needs 27 of them, 3X3X3 to be exact."
I frowned. Now I have to pay to get Snake Face off my back? Why don't I get Gryffindor's sword and destroy them myself? Crap, Nagini and Snakeface. Hmm… "Blooddagger, what are the odds for me to successfully claim House Slytherin? I did rebound his killing curse as a toddler, and killed one of his hosts at Eleven, and destroyed a Horcrux at twelve."
I shrugged, "I dueled him to a draw… I escaped him, so it is a draw, and destroyed his wand last summer. Neither time did I lose. Besides, he died the first time around."
Blooddagger punched a button on his desk and shouted something in Gobelydobely. He looked at me and said, "Ragnok will be here shortly to witness your claim, Lord Potter."
Xxxxx
The Cursebreakers examined the Tiara and Locket; they nodded. One of them said, "It can be done. It would work best if we had something physical of him. That would link his soul to his body."
I sighed. I can't believe I am going to offer it. "He used my blood to resurrect. So… if you use a blood sample from me, would that work, and how would that affect me?"
The Cursebreakers looked at each other and started discussing in Gobelydobbely, occasionally waving a dagger around me. In the meantime, Ragnok came into the room.
A small discussion with Blooddagger made him turn to me. "From what Blooddagger told me, we think you have a claim to House Slytherin, on condition that he is the Heir of Slytherin. If he was, wouldn't he have claimed the lordship of Slytherin years ago? He could have claimed it before he ruptured his soul."
I shook my head. "He ruptured his soul when he was sixteen years old. Would that be the reason for the ring to refuse him?"
Ragnok thought for a bit. "We are not sure, Lord Potter. It is not every day that Heirs split their Souls. The most common reason for a ring to refuse someone is that they are responsible for the death of the previous lord. The last Lord Slytherin died around 1750. So that would not count."
I pointed out, "Tom Riddle killed his Father and Paternal Grandparents and framed it on his uncle Morphin Gaunt. He was the last lord of the Gaunts, and the Gaunts were the last of the Slytherin line. Does that count?"
Ragnok nodded, "It does, Lord Potter. Lord Rings are enchanted to detect kinslayers. That is a way to prevent eager heirs from pushing things forward before their time. But why would you want to claim it? The Slytherin Vault is empty except for some books."
I grinned, and said, "What are the odds that those Death Eaters swore fealty to House Slytherin? I doubt they swore to a fake name or his Muggle name. They would not even swear to House Gaunt. They were piss poor inbred low-lives, after all."
The oldest Curse Breaker interrupted us, "We heard the discussion, Lord Potter. The blood will work, and will not harm you if you successfully claim House Slytherin. It will give him another blow if you cast him out of House Slytherin during the ritual."
I raised my wand and did another Fan Fiction trope, "I, Harry James Potter, Lord of Houses Potter, Black, and Peverell, claim Houses Gaunt and Slytherin by right of Conquest! So. Mote. It Be!"
I kept my wand up while I waited for my claim to stick or I read too many cringe fan fictions. A minute later, two rings appeared on my finger. Great, now I have five Houses.
I smiled at Ragnok, "Let's kick some Death Eater butt. We can get it done in one sweep. The pay for the ritual will come from Bellatrix' vault… nah, let's spread it through all the Death Eaters that swore to me."
Xxxxx
Say what you want, but those old Goblins have a sense of rhythm. They are not Fred Astaire or that dude from Footloose, but it got it done. On their sign, I raised my wand again and proclaimed: "I, Lord Slytherin and Gaunt, cast Tom Marvolo Riddle out of Houses Gaunt and Slytherin for crimes committed against his Lords! All his possessions and alliances are confiscated. We revoke the Family Magic and any right of succession! So. Mote. It Be!"
Posh enough? Even I felt the magic work its way. Let's do another one! "I, Lord Black, cancel the marriage of Bellatrix Black with Rudolphus Lestrange by breach of contract and claim all penalties as is written in the contract. I, Lord Black, cast kinslayer Bellatrix Black out of House Black and confiscate all her possessions. So. Mote. It Be!"
Tadaa! That was another one! Bella No Name! I turned to Ragnok and asked, "Horde Leader Ragnok, Bella will no doubt come running here; can you handle her, or do I have to help out? I am needed to liberate Hogwarts, to be honest."
Ragnok laughed, "Go, Lord Potter. Tom Riddle is screaming at the moment. Without him, the rest are cowards. We can handle those."
I made a bow, and said, "Dobby, take me home first."
Xxxxx
Back home, I told Daphne and Tracey, "Voldy is history. Soon the Death Eaters will see their Mark go away. Tell your Fathers that we will take Hogwarts; they can have the Ministry."
Fully geared, Dobby popped us in front of the RoR. I sent my Patronus inside, {Hello? Open up, please. I have news.}
Neville opened the door, "Harry? What are you doing here? Did something happen?"
I nodded and answered, "I let Gringotts curse breakers do a ritual to send Snake-face to hell. It is time we clean the stables, starting with Snape and the Carrows. You are free to help. Girls, shoot the legs; if they cast Magic at us, then shoot the heads. Wait, let me check the map… ah! They are in the headmaster's office. I'll take care of them; you secure the school."
I took my trusty MP5 in my hand and said, "Dobby, pop me in the Headmaster's office with my back at the door, please."
I did not give them time to react; Snape got a burst of bullets in his body. Alecto and Amycus were too slow to draw their wands and got a load of bullets. Every burst fires three bullets at a time. Alecto and Amycus went down instantly. I did not take a risk and double-tapped them both.
Then I turned to Snape. He was hit in the shoulder of his wand arm. "Hello, Severus. Do you feel important when you sit on that throne? Ah, ah! Don't reach for your wand, Sevvy, you would not survive it. You know what? I'll tap your other shoulder too. There, now there is balance. Dobby, take his wand and portkeys away, please."
Snap groaned when I shot his other shoulder. "Potter! You don't know what you are risking here! The Dark Lord will always return if you don't let me explain."
I shrugged, "Save the bullshit for when you meet my parents… You won't meet them, though; I bet they are not in Hell. Now, while you are down there, you can tell Dumbledore that I hope he burns for eternity. I discovered all his tricks and schemes. Oh? Did you really think you were a brave noble man, who spied on the Death Eaters, risking his life every minute? All that for your one and true love?"
I shook my head. "Poor delusional stalker. You were waiting outside my parents' house to collect your prize. Too bad Tom Riddle killed her. That was pure love. Waiting for your Dark Lord to kill your rival and his spawn so that you can have Mum all for yourself. You would be happy ever after with her, don't you think? The ideal ending of a love story."
When he looked at the door, I said, "Don't get your hopes up, Sevvy. At this moment, my girlfriends and Neville with his group are taking the castle over. I am just waiting for you to bleed out. That won't take long. Cruel? Ruthless? You were there that night, waiting for my Dad and me to die, Snape. So I have earned the right to gloat and to watch you die."
"Harry, my boy, don't do this! Severus has an important mission. Tom will return otherwise," came Dumbledore's voice from behind me.
I shrugged, "He has a mission now; he can say 'fuck you!' in hell, Dumbledore. Now shut up, I am watching Snape die."
The painting gasped, "Harry, my boy! How could you be so cruel! You must know…"
"Shut up, Dumbledore! I am not nearly cruel enough! You and this piece of shit made my life a living Hell. So I earned the right to be a bit cruel too. You dropped me with Petunia, knowing what a bitch she was and how I would be treated. I spent ten years in a cupboard under the stairs, and you did not give a shit about me, Dumbledore. So now I am gloating."
"Alas, my boy, I had to. There was no other way. You see, that scar…"
I interrupted him, "That scar was a Horcrux, and the all-mighty wizard Dumbledore thought only he had brains and knew what to do. Asking for advice was below him because his guess was better than others' certainties. You, Albus Dumbledore, were an idiot. The curse breakers of Gringotts could have it done on the same day I got that scar. But that was not complicated enough for your super brain. No, defeating Tom can not be that easy; it needs planning, traps, manipulating people, sacrificing some for the greater good. Only then is it an epic battle."
Snape is almost gone. I sent him off with my last words, "You will be in good company, Sevvy. Tom is down there, along with his snatchers and guards from his prison camps. Yes, I am one of the Taboo killers. And after you, there will be many others, so save some space for them. Bye, Snivelus."
Hmm, that was not as satisfying as I thought it would be. I turned to Dumbledore's painting and said, "Was all of what you've done worth it, Dumbledore? You were worse than Tom Riddle. He manipulated grown men; you manipulated children. Burn in Hell, you creep."
Xxxxx
Neville's bear Patronus came to me, "{Everything is under control, Harry.}
I sent one back. {Snape and the twins are dead. If you see McGonagall, send her up here to take control of the wards.}
Daphne received a Patronus. {Honey, tell Father-in-law Hogwarts is secured. Snape and the twins are gone.}
Hey! Why would I let that bitch get Hogwarts? She was one of them that dropped me on a doorstep and never looked back! I raised my wand and proclaimed, "I, Lord Slytherin, take control of Hogwarts' Wards and be a temporary Headmaster until a proper Headmaster is hired, so. Mote. It Be!"
Hah! I felt the wards connect to me! I raised the war wards and compared them with the ones from Grimmauld Place. To be honest, Hogwarts Wards are a mess. They were tampered with through the centuries. It's logical, though; as a headmaster, you need to leave a legacy, and what better legacy than to add something to the wards.
Well, I've done it before, and am doing it again. Straw puppets Snape and Carrows were dumped in the fireplace and sent off with an incendo. I vanished the ashes. A few Scourgifies cleaned the blood away, and the office was as good as new.
Ah, there is Minerva. This could be fun.