The Issue of Mine Enemy

BY : PerfesserN
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
Dragon prints: 38779
Disclaimer: Okay, okay. I'm NOT JK Rowlings, I do not own Harry Potter. I make no money from writing these stories, I do it because it's fun and other people seem to enjoy what I write - the best of whom write review and tell me when I get it right and

Chapter 38 – Tying up Loose Ends


Odd as it may seem the majority
of the wedding guests, the bride and groom and the mothers in law never knew
the extent of the battle that raged outside, all they knew was there was a
“spot of bother” that had been dealt with.


There was a great deal of talk
and speculation when Commander Harry James Potter escorted a fellow Auror Corps
Officer and a drop dead gorgeous redhead to their seats and then took his place
with the other groomsmen.  A fight broke out amongst the bridesmaids, and the
mothers as both Gabrielle and Ginevra insisted that they were going to be
escorted to the front by Harry.  Harry offered to sit this one out but Arthur
came to the rescue with a simple ‘toss of the coin’ solution.  When Ginevra
lost the coin toss she swore she wouldn’t speak to her father for a month. 


As the music began and the
groomsmen escorted their charges to the front of the hall Gabrielle focused all
her considerable veela charm on Harry.  He simply whispered “you need to stop
that, you’re discombobulating all the men and pissing off the women.”


“Not all the men it seems
monsieur” she pouted.  Harry didn’t realize that the most desirable trait a
veela looked for in a man was immunity to her charms; it meant that she could
be herself around a man and not reduce him to goo.  She made up her mind then
and there to be everything Harry Potter could possibly want in a mate.  She
would be patient, she had time, and he would be hers eventually.


When the High Priest presented Mr.
and Mrs. Bill Weasley the party that followed was legend.  All the Weasley’s
insisted that Harry and Hermione stand with the family in the receiving line,
Harry insisted that if he was accepted as a Weasley then Belle and Marietta had to be as well.  Not too many people there missed the fact that Harry and his
ladies very nearly outshone the bride and groom.


When it came time for the toast
Molly Weasley handed Harry a goblet which fell and broke when Ginny
‘accidentally’ bumped his elbow.  A very stricken looking Ginevra steeled
herself and told her mother that she would not trick a man into falling in love
with her, no matter how well it had worked out for Molly Prewitt.  She was
nonetheless heartbroken to see the man of her dreams enjoying the company of
his beautiful ladies.  When she went over to greet Harry she wished him every
happiness; and realized that she truly meant it.  If Harry was happy, that was
enough for her.


What she didn’t know was that
Belle had overheard her conversation with her mother and that through the bond,
Harry had heard as well.


Belle pulled Ginny to the side
later and told her that she already knew about “Molly’s little helper” and had
transfigured the contents of the goblet, and that if she were amenable she
would be invited to join the Potter family, provided Marietta and Hermione
agreed.  A very dazed and confused Ginevra Weasley took her seat after the last
round of toasts.


Harry’s dance card was full that
evening and somewhere near midnight he retired to his quarters with his wives
and baby son.  Witnessed by Belle and Marie, Hermione pledged her heart to
Harry that night, and everyone present agreed that it would be her night of
nights.  Somewhere around three in the morning a thoroughly satisfied (shagged
cross-eyed) Hermione Jane Granger Potter finally slept, a goofy grin plastered
on her face.


The next day all hell broke
loose when the wizard press reported that the Boy who Lived had grown into the
Man who Triumphed.  General Order Number Three had been rescinded in this case
and the story of Harry’s meteoric rise through the ranks and brilliant battle
strategies had won the day, completely destroying Tom Riddle’s forces with very
few casualties on the side of justice.  When Riddle had died all the fully
bonded death eaters died also, apparently the dark mark was not just on their
forearms.  All the marked death eaters in Azkaban were found in their cells
with their brains literally burned out.


Faculty and staff at Hogwart's
were treated to the sight of a joyous Sir Nicholas riding into the great hall
on a magnificent ghostly stallion carrying his own head under his arm.  “I must
find Commander Potter and thank him and his lovely wife for inviting us to join


Apparently when the inferi that
Sir Nicholas was possessing had been decapitated it was enough to remove the
last bit of ethereal sinew and skin that had stubbornly held his ghostly head
attached.  And owing to his noble rank and the fact that he was a war hero made
Newly Headless Nick’ not only eligible for the headless hunt, but in
fact made him the unimpeachable leader of same.  His infectious grin would take
centuries to fade.


Harry and his spouses didn’t
hear much about it that first day; they were enjoying a belated honeymoon, made
somewhat somber by the loss of Myrtle.  Their ghost wife had retained a
child-like demeanor throughout her afterlife and they were missing that.  Late
in the afternoon they found the graveyard that contained Myrtle’s mortal
remains.  Harry and his ladies wept unashamedly as he magically replaced her
tiny grave marker with a beautiful six-foot marble pyramid onto which he
engraved and gilded “In Loving Memory of Myrtle Frisbee Potter, beloved wife
and mother taking a well deserved rest”


Harry was the wizarding world’s
golden boy again.  News of his leadership during what became known as the
battles of London, Hogwart’s and Ottery St. Catchpole made many people re-think
the requirement that a candidate had to be at least fifty years old to hold the
office of Minister of Magic.  Harry declined the offers for political office
but would accept promotion to the rank of Brigadier and the commission to keep
training current and unconventional in the Auror Corps.  When he was summoned
to the royal presence he accepted the mantle of Knight, Protector of the Realm,
and Baron of Magic for the United Kingdom.  Belle loved introducing him after
that as Brigadier Baron Sir Harry James Potter and of course all the Potter
spouses were Baronesses.


When news of Harry’s polygamy
hit the papers the Wizengamont voted unanimously to sanction polygamous
marriages in magical Britain.  This resulted in a flurry of multiple pairings
including, but not limited to the Weasley and Patil twins forming a four way
marriage and Neville Longbottom taking Hanna Abbot and Susan Bones and Daphne
Greengrass as his lawfully wedded wives. 


“So that’s why Neville’s
patrounus is a bloody big stallion; way to go Neville!”


Neville and his fiancés visited
the Potters one evening and formally asked for Harry to stand as best man and
Belle as Matron of honor.


“I am very honored,” Belle told
the assembled guests, “but wouldn’t you rather have Hermione and Ginny stand
for your wives?”


“No, as much as we all love
Hermione, I feel the need to heal the breech between the families Black and
Longbottom, I’m hoping you’ll stand with Hanna, Baroness, and that the Lady
Malfoy and Mrs. Tonks will stand with Susan and Daphne respectively.”


Belle understood, more than
anyone present, that Neville had grown into the role of patriarch and was
offering to ally the House of Longbottom with the Noble Houses of Potter and
Black, and that ere long betrothals would be offered between the houses,
cementing them further.


Many students at Hogwart’s found
themselves orphaned and broke when the plague that was the dark mark decimated
pure-blood wizarding Britain.  Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode combined
what little money they had left in their trust funds to buy a small estate in
Hogsmeade where they offered shelter and assistance to dozens of others who
were orphaned by the war.  Harry lobbied the wizard and muggle governments for
assistance and funded a scholarship fund that would allow impoverished students
to stay in Hogwart’s and placed them into apprenticeships or continuing education
programs upon graduation.  The Parkinson House, as it came to be known, would
become the paradigm for foster care in the wizarding world and for many years
scores of magical children would fondly remember the care and love they
received from Mama Pansy.


Theodore Knott Junior went in a
completely different direction.  He blamed the Potters for his loss of status
and fortune and started recruiting among the disenfranchised to oppose that
“half-blood upstart” who was the ruin of the wizarding world.  He recruited Vincent
Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, but Greg Goyle was dating Millicent Bulstrode who
worked with Pansy Parkinson who was very much indebted to the Potters for their
help and support building the Parkinson House. 


No one ever found out what
happened to the upstart gang that Knott was trying to put together, but when it
was mentioned around Pansy she could barely suppress her smug grin.  She was a
mother defending her children and no one with half a brain would go up against
a mother protecting her young.


Millicent took in both Crabbe
and Goyle, who were natural followers in any case, and were quite content to be
bossed around by their substantial significant other.  The one place where she
was content to let her ‘boys’ take charge was in the bedroom, where she enjoyed
being double teamed, double dipped and thoroughly shagged.


Romilda Vane set her sights on
Ron Weasley and managed to catch him without benefit of amortentia.  She also
made it clear that she would be woman enough for her man and she did not share.


Luna Lovegood was patient, she
knew the relationship wouldn’t last, and being a true seer, she was proven
right in short order.  When Romilda and Ron broke up she was there to console


She consoled him cross-eyed.


She had foreseen her future self
surrounded by three mischievous and adorably rambunctious red-headed little
Weasley girls that called her ‘mummy.’


Harry repeated his vows to Belle
and Marietta and included Hermione and Ginevra so that when the High Priest
declared them ‘man and wives’ a pentacle formed to bond them heart and mind and
soul.  This allowed them to enjoy each others presence even when parted, whether
or not there was a pregnancy bond.  This made the healers even more insistent
that he needed to take the dampening draught, but Harry remained adamant, he
would not even consider severing his cherished mate bond.  He began to have
second thoughts, however, when Alexis decided it was time to meet the world. 
In the end Harry floated with Belle and all the other wives in the birthing
pool as Harry’s first daughter was born.  When the umbilicus was cut Harry
despaired that he would not be able to ‘hear’ Belle anymore, but he needn’t
have worried, they were magically bonded for life, and beyond. 

Marietta and Ginevra were next
on the baby wagon, apparently impregnated by the rush of emotion and hormones
following the birth of Alexis.  Nine months later two very large Missus Potter
floated in the same birthing tank to welcome Lilly and James Edgecombe Potter
and Albus and Sirius Weasley Potter.  Hermione stayed on the potion so that she
could attend university.


Hermione matriculated at Oxford’s Exeter College of Medicine where she graduated, no surprise here, first in her
class.  Soon after graduation she began to work on merging the worlds of
magical and muggle medicine while simultaneously increasing the size of the
Potter brood.  Both were a labor of love, one was just a hell of a lot more


“Mummy Belle, Mummy Belle!” a
very excited four year old Paul Potter shouted, “there’s an angel at the door,
come quick!”


Belle went to greet their
visitor and was astonished to see the platinum blonde goddess in a proper
maroon business suit.  She offered her card:


Gabrielle Delacour

Investment Management International

Beauchamp, London


“Gabrielle!” Belle enthused, “it’s
wonderful to see you, please come in!”


“My Lady Baroness, you are too


The young professional French woman
spoke English without a trace of accent.


“Harry will be thrilled to see


“As I will be to see him, but
first I must speak with you and your co-wives.”


Belle understood immediately and
called over their shared bond.  Ginny arrived first, flooing in from the Burrow
where Granmum Molly was lording it over her charges and managing to teach the basics
of reading and math.  Ginny was in the first weeks of her second trimester and
was just beginning to show but she still stepped out of the fireplace with the
poise and balance of the athlete she was.


Marie just had to come in from
the back yard where she had been enjoying sun-bathing on her day off.  She
looked like a lingerie model in her barely there bikini.


Hermione apparated in from her
research lab where she was perfecting the integration of inter-ocular implants
into the wizarding world, she was in the white lab coat that she favored over
her witches robe.


They all greeted Gabrielle
warmly.  Then seated themselves comfortably in the cozy sitting room.


Most people would be cowed to be
in the presence of the four most powerful witches in Britain, but Gabrielle had
prepared for this meeting for months, years, if the truth be told. ‘This is it’
she thought to herself, ‘my one toss of the dice.’ 


“I have come to petition the
wives of Lord Baron Harry Potter for permission to join their ranks as fifth
wife.  I have skills that will increase the Potter fortune and give out Lord
Baron greater influence in our increasingly international wizarding world.”


The silence that followed was
deafening, and deceptive, as there was a flurry of ‘traffic’ over the bond.


After what seemed like an age,
all four Missus Potter nodded in agreement and looked solemnly at the extremely
well composed Mademoiselle Delacour.


“Gabrielle” Belle said softly
“there is no position of ‘fifth wife’ available.”


The French girl nodded once and
began to rise from her chair.


Hermione gestured for Gabrielle
to stay seated “S'il vous plaît Mademoiselle Delacour d'attente.”


She waited.


Hermione continued “There is no
‘fifth wife,’ neither is there a fourth, third, second or first wife.  We are
all bound to Harry, as he is to us legally and magically.  As a matter of fact,
I suspect we’ll be seeing him shortly as we have all excused ourselves from the
bond that we share so that we could have this little tête à tête.”


Marie asked “Gabrielle, why
would you want to share your husband with four other women?”


A single tear traced a path down
the French girl’s perfect cheek.  “Can you imagine what it’s like, to know you
can enthrall any man you meet, with a smile, with a gesture, with a burst of
irresistible pheromones?  No, I didn’t think so.  When Harry and I walked down
the aisle at my sister’s wedding I tried to enthrall him, do you know what


They all shook their heads.




“Nothing?” Ginny asked,


“Nothing at all, it seems our
Harry is immune to Veela power.”


Marietta looked confused, “and
that’s good because . . .”


“Because I can be myself around
him, I can release my power and know that the only thing he sees is me, not
some . . . fuck toy!


She began to sob.


“I have had to defend myself
from boys and men since I turned eleven, thanks to my ‘gift’ of precocious
development.  Do you know I graduated from Beaubatons two years early?  I have
had to hurt classmates who were my friends, co-workers and bosses who would
never dream of  doing to their wives or girlfriends the things they wanted to
do to me, and when they touched me I could see what they were thinking, what
they were scheming to do with me; to do to me!  My only anchor, the only thing that
has kept me sane these past five years is the memory of the man I fell in love
with in the waters of that freezing lake at Hogwart's.”


All four Ladies Potter smiled at
this, as soon as they knew Gabrielle's love overshadowed her need they were in


“Please join us for dinner,
Gabrielle,” Belle insisted “tonight will be an occasion, we will all dress,
Harry will have his favorite foods, a bit of excellent French wine and then we
will let him back into our bond – I can feel him trying to worm his way into my
consciousness even as we speak!”


“Mine too” the others agreed.


Belle smiled smugly and sent
Harry a message ‘be on time for dinner tonight, be sure to dress for company,
until then leave us and the children alone!’


She then cut Harry from the
familial link.


“Belle Black Potter” Ginny
smirked, “that was truly evil!”


Hermione and Marietta were
practically in tears holding each other and laughing.


Gabrielle looked confused, “what
is going on?”


Ginny explained, “The last time
we shut Harry out of our bond he had gone out with the boys and had a bit too
much to drink. . .”


Belle interjected “much
too much to drink!”


“. . . yes, and he began to
describe some of our more intimate moments with a bunch of slobbering
Neanderthals who couldn’t wait to spread ‘orgy’ stories around to the other
knuckle draggers . . .”


Hermione continued “one of the
men there was taking notes for the sensational story he was going to publish in
PlayWizard!  We wouldn’t have been able to show our faces in public again, so
our Lady Belle had us dress in our best formal gowns and we all apparated into
the midst of the “gentlemen’s” club where Ginny hit him with a sobering spell.


Marietta picked up the story
“the look on Harry’s face was priceless, he realized what he had done and was completely


“You are cut off Baron Potter;
you are not welcome in our rooms or in our bond until you fix the mess you have
made here!”  She then put a locking and silencing charm on the hall they were in;
no one was leaving without her permission.  “You can start by obliviating your ‘friends’
here, either that or kill them, at this point I really don’t care!”


Ginny and Marietta guffawed at
the memory, “it looked for the world like Bellatrix had returned from the
grave, I don’t know who was more panicked, Harry or the other men in the club.”


“We apparated back home and set
our occlumency shields at maximum, Harry was alone for the first time in


“He was so contrite; there
wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for us.  He cooked, and cleaned and fetched and
Merlin, Morganna and Maeve, enough flowers to open a florist warehouse and
enough candy to put all of Hogwart's on a sugar high.”


“And don’t forget the kids . .


Belle chucked at the memory,
“yes, he had little Paul and Alexis wearing T-shirts that read:







“I have to admit though; it was
as hard on us as it was on him . . .”


“. . . but the make-up sex was


Ginny patted her tummy
maternally and said “oh yes!”


Gabrielle dared to hope, “does
this mean . . .”


Belle smiled and said “by the
time the Baron gets home he’ll readily agree to anything we ask of him, sister


The girl’s knees went weak as
she cried “oh merci Déesse, merci beaucoup!


The flowers arrived before Harry
did, each wife receiving two dozen of her favorites, along with a parchment
good for a complete at home spa treatment whenever they wanted.


Harry apparated to the door in
his impeccable dress uniform (more gold braid than a Spanish admiral, he always
groused) and formally greeted his wives and their guest whose beauty, in
Harry’s eyes, was second only to that of his spouses.


Dinner was pleasant in spite of
the fact that Harry was on needles and pins trying to figure out what he had
done this time, he hadn’t had more than a glass of wine with dinner
since the debacle at the club.


After dinner Gabrielle presented
her credentials to the Baron and Baronesses Potter, then went to ‘freshen up.’ 
When she left the room Belle asked “what do you think, milord?”


“Um, yeah, I can see where
Gabrielle would be a wonderful asset; we can surely offer her a position.”


Four sets of snickers startled
Harry into realizing there was a setup here, some kind of monumental prank.


“Would that be missionary,
doggie, or my personal favorite the ‘my ankles on your shoulders position?” Marietta smirked.


Belle smiled benignly, “let’s
let our Lord Husband in, shall we?”


They all dropped their barriers
at the same time and the rush of information made Harry dizzy for a moment. 
That was quite a lot to take in at one time! 


Any other man would have to ask
“are you all right with this?” or “is this some kind of cruel joke?”


Not Harry, he could sense the
sincerity of the loves of his life and knew they would support his decision no
matter what. 


He smiled then slammed his
occlumency barriers into place.  He could play that game too.


He sat alone in the parlor as
Gabrielle returned from the bathroom, rising to his feet he asked her to have a
seat on the couch with him.


“Gabrielle, my lady wives have
told me of your proposal, and I think you will be a wonderful addition to our
family, but I have to ask you, have you ever been out on a date?”


She shook her head ‘no,’ sadly
“only in the company of others, never a date where two people could be


“Are your parents home this


“Yes, why do you ask?”


“I need to speak with them, what
is the Floo address?”


“Chateau Delacours”


He threw a pinch of floo powder
into his fireplace and said “Chateau Delacours!”


The butler answered “Chateau
Delacours, S'il vous plaît qui est ceci?


is Baron Brigadier Sir Harry Potter; may I speak with Monsieur Delacour,


course Baron, one moment please.”


Paul Delacour’s face appeared in the flames “Baron Potter, a pleasure, how may
I help you?”


“May I
come through, please?”




seconds later Harry emerged from the fireplace in Jean Paul’s den.


Baron Potter, how can I help?”


can start by calling me Harry, Monsieur Delacour.”


if you call me Jean Paul, Harry.”


enough, Jean Paul, I would like to ask permission to court you daughter
Gabrielle, I know she is of age, but I feel that she has been denied a social
life owing to her Veela heritage.”


Paul Delacour poured two glasses of brandy and handed one to Harry.


told me what she wanted, I asked her if she would be willing to share you with
four other wives and she said and I quote, ‘I think there’s enough Harry to go
around’ unquote.”


your feelings on this Jean Paul?”


you’re in France, we look at romantic liaisons differently here, I told her if
that would make her happy then she had my blessings, as do you, son.  Welcome
to the family!”


next few months were like a second adolescence for Harry’s wives and a long
delayed first chance for him and for Gabrielle to be teenagers in love.  They
took outings to the beach, played volleyball, went to quidditch games, musical
theater, movies, dances (both formal and informal), ate at fast food
restaurants and small bistros and had elegant dinners both out and in.  All
through this courtship Harry was a perfect gentleman, not pressuring Gabrielle
for any more than she was willing to give.


course Gabrielle was willing to throw Harry down and mount him in the middle of
High Street but Harry kept his hands and other bits limited to a lot of
passionate kissing and a bit of heavy snogging where hands roamed freely but
clothing stayed on.


was ready to explode.


not fair!” she wailed to her mother Aimee Delacour, “he can just go to his
wives and get release but I have to resort to these!”  She raised her hand and
wiggled her fingers.


, he wants you more than he can say, but he wants you to know that he
is willing to wait for you.”


“But I
don’t want him to wait!”


this is what we will do . . .”


arrived home that evening and was shedding his uniform when he spied a
delectable looking form in the middle of the bed.  A nicely curvy form that
gave the covers a fascinating shape.


padded over to the bed and pulled the covers back to reveal Gabrielle in a
negligee that enhanced her already considerable charms.


you sure Mon Cherie?


than sure my love!”


sent a message to the rest of his bondmates and within moments they were all in
the bedroom.  He indicated that they should all kneel on the bed forming a
circle, then he placed his left hand in the middle of the circle, Gabrielle
placed her palm against his and the other ladies placed their hands atop hers.


“Belle Black Potter, Marie
Edgecombe Potter, Hermione Granger Potter, Ginevra Weasley Potter, and
Gabrielle Delacour, will you consent to take my name, share my future my
fortune and my follies for as long as we all walk upon this Earth?”


Silken cords appeared and
wrapped themselves around the six hands binding them together


Five happy voices intoned a
solemn “I will” and the cords tied themselves into the familiar Celtic knots,
which then turned emerald green.


Speaking as the husband and
patriarch of the hand-fasted group, Harry formally stated “so mote it be” which
caused the knots to phase into each of the six wrists leaving a green glowing
tattoo on Gabrielle's wrist and renewing the tattoo on all the others. 


Harry whooped and jumped up to
embrace his ladies, his helpmates, his bonded partners, his wives; all of whom
bounced up and down on the massive bed like misbehaving children.


congratulations all around the four veteran wives left the master bedroom so
that Harry and his new bride could concentrate on one another.


following month Harry and his wives repeated their vows before a high priest to
introduce the world to Gabrielle Delacour Potter.  As before a visible line of
powerful magic connected each of the brides to the groom and to each other
forming a six-pointed star pattern, reinforcing the existing bond and creating
a powerful new one as well.  Gabrielle didn’t think she could be happier until
Paul and Alexis, the oldest Potter children, without prompting from any of the
other spouses kissed her on either cheek and said “bienvenue à notre
famille, mère Gabrielle, nous vous aimons!
” and the two sets of twins
chimed in with “nous bous aimons beaucoup!”



would love to say Harry and the assorted Misuses Potter lived happily ever after,
but like all lives there were triumphs and tragedies – the children were often
a source of great pride, but equally capable of disappointment (sometimes on
the same day). 


all families, they had their issues, but at the end of the day, they knew they had
each other to love and to be loved; and that is the best and truest magic of
them all.




endeth the story.


What a
ride this has been.  I looked at my original outline, which was going to be a
very short story, perhaps two or three chapters, wherein Bellatrix rapes Harry,
is infected with innocence and dies by her own hand at childbirth to keep from
tainting the child.  There was no training academy, no Marietta Edgecombe, no


can I say; sometimes a story takes on a life of its own.


thanks to those of you who read the story and especially those of you who took
the time to write reviews and comments along the way; you are my heroes.  I
love you guys, truly! 


A very
special thank you to LadyDeathFaerie, my most faithful reviewer here at AFF, in
another reality we are soulmates having lots of sex and babies together.  Thankfully
they look just like you.


Blessings and Merry Partings!



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