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Chapter 27 � Nastily Exhausting Witch Tests

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian
Dumbledore studied the document before him.�

A Petition to Reinstate Albus
Dumbledore as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.

Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot
is a largely ceremonial office � more of an honorarium than a real position of
authority, but the Chief Warlock is responsible for casting the deciding vote when
they are short of a clear majority in the mage�s House of Lords.�

However, the �honor� was yet
another drain on the headmaster�s most precious resource, time.

Dumbledore sighed and placed his
personalized Dicta-quill�, nib first, on the parchment.

�Honorable members of the
Wizengamot, after careful consideration I have decided that I must decline your
kind offer to resume my seat at Chief Warlock so that I may devote my full
efforts to the students, teachers and staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. . .�

With very few changes he�d sent
the same message to the International Confederation of Witches and Wizards, declining
the Office of Supreme Mugwump.

Now if he could just get Kingsley
or perhaps Minerva to take over the Order of the Phoenix.

�Simplify, simplify.� He mused, happy
to have met Henry David
Thoreau when he�d visited the Salem Academy as a boy.� He planned to give his
beloved copy of Civil Disobedience to Harry at the next opportunity.

)O(

Harry and Hermione smiled
and capped the crystal flask without touching it or its contents - a perfectly
brewed felix felicis potion.�

Barring any unforeseen
disaster, such as dropping the delicate container � which happens, oddly
enough, more often than not, they were finished with the Nastily Exhausting
Witch and Wizard Test for potions.� And, by brewing the three most difficult
potions imaginable, in record time, no less, they had secured both an
�Outstanding� as well as Mastery of Potions.

Albus Dumbledore would be
over the moon to learn that he had two potions masters in his school.

)O(

Voldemort was in a
quandary.� True, Bellatrix and her Cossack Guard were ruthlessly efficient, not
to mention enthusiastic, in their pursuit of carnage.� The Cossacks, however, would
not take the dark mark, citing they had only one allegiance, and that was to
the defunct royal family of Czarist Russia.� It had been enough that they
carried out his or Bellatrix�s plans, but now there was a hitch.

The Cossacks flatly
refused to carry out a mission.

In earlier, happier
times, Voldemort would simply have killed one or two of the dissenting
death-eaters and the others would fall all over themselves to obey.� If he
tried the same thing with the Cossacks they would rebel and he�d have to kill
them all.

He could punish Bellatrix
for their reticence but that would be ineffective for two reasons, one, the
Cossacks adored their Dark Mistress � they would fly to her defense and again,
he�d have to kill them all.� Two, even if he got her alone, she enjoyed pain
too much.

Bellatrix was uncharacteristically
contrite, �I�m sorry my lord, the Cossacks simply refuse to endanger any member
of a royal house.�

Godsdamn stinking
royalist sons of inbred bitches! He thought, outwardly calm, he said, �We must prove to the
world that no one is safe as long as there are those who oppose us. . .�

Bellatrix raised her head
and smiled.

Bellatrix smiling was
enough to stop Voldemort in mid-rant.

�What is it, my dear?�

�What if we make an
example of one of Prince Harry�s schoolmates?�

The Dark Lord nodded,
�Yes, if we capture and kill one of the young Royal�s mates, it is as good as
an attack on the Prince himself � for everyone will see that it could
have been Prince Harry.�

)O(

Harry Potter entered the
testing chamber for his Defense Against the Dark Arts written exam, Madam
Marchbanks was not surprised to see him accompanied by Lady Hermione, but was rendered
speechless as nineteen additional ladies joined them.

�We�ve all been studying
very hard for this exam for a long time now, studying and training together; any
objection to our testing together, Zelda?�

Grizelda Marchbanks knew
that Harry had been training with his Witches, and that they�d used turned time
� three days for every calendar day for three months.� This group showed
tremendous drive � no surprise there, everyone knew that, in the end, it would
be Harry against the Dark Lord.� So he and his ladies been hard at work for
nearly nine months, indeed, two of the Witches appeared to be quite far along
in their pregnancies.

�I must, in good
conscience, exclude two of your ladies from tomorrow�s practical examination,
Lord Potter.�

Harry knew, but asked
anyway, �Why?�

Exasperated, the old
witch nearly shouted, �Because they�re in a �family way,� as you well know.�
And not to put too fine a point on it, it�s not only possible that you�ll get
injured during the practical, it�s practically a certainty.�

She narrowed her eyes at
the young lord, �Do you want that on your conscience?�

Three months before,
real-time, Harry would have capitulated, but he knew better now.�

�Madam, my Ladies are
going to be exposed to danger simply for being my Ladies.� Death eaters, assassins
and just plain crazies won�t care if they are pregnant or not.� I will defer to
their judgment as to whether they are fit to fight or not.�

�Very well, Lord Potter.�
On your head be it.�

The written exam took
three hours, some of the ladies finishing earlier, Harry at about the two-hour
mark and Hermione finishing exactly at the end of the time allotted.

�How do you think you
did, Hermione?� Harry asked, knowing the answer.

�Oh, I don�t know, I
think I could have answered the question about synergy related to protective
runes and potions a bit better and then there was the whole question of
transfig. . .�

She stopped as Harry
kissed her.� Tenderly, deeply, completely.

When he finally broke the
kiss she blinked and said, �Um, okay I guess.�

�Okay,� he agreed, �Lunch
and then a few stretching and conditioning drills, nothing too strenuous, we
have to be loose and ready for tomorrow.�

Millie suggested, �How
about some water work?�

�Great idea, but wait for
at least ninety minutes after lunch, okay?�

The group entered the
great hall and went straight to their house tables.� The rest of the student
body had gotten used to the ritual, every day the members of the coven would
sit at their usual seats to catch up on the gossip and visit with friends.� Of
course all the really good gossip was about �Harry�s Harem.�

Stuart Biggs, one of the
older boys in Ravenclaw, had made the mistake of stalking Lady Mandy Potter nee
Brocklehurst.� At first he�d just asked her out, which she politely refused.�
But the boy hadn�t given up easily.� When he went as far as to corner her in
the library she�d admitted to being in a bonded relationship with someone � at
the time it hadn�t been common knowledge that a coven had formed around Harry.�
Biggs, a little put off, sneered and asked, �Does he share?�

Mandy explained that she
was free to stay or go as she pleased, and that it pleased her to stay, and
that that wasn�t going to change in the foreseeable future.

�How do you know if you
don�t sample the goods?� Biggs had asked.� He took a chance and kissed her.

And woke up in the
hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey repairing his broken jaw.

�No means no, Mister
Biggs.� I suggest you spread the word.�

Stuart mumbled an
amazingly articulate plea � considering his multiple mandibular fractures - for
pain potion to which Poppy had cheerfully responded, �No, that would interfere
with the skele-grow.� Besides, a little pain may help you remember to not touch
what�s not yours.�

After lunch the group
took a leisurely stroll around the lake to the glen where the coven had first
formed.� As usual the transfigured blankets and pillows were there, unmolested
by forest creatures and not touched by the weather.� Harry cuddled with Myrtle
and Helena, both in their third trimester.� Neither complained, other than to
remark that they spent a lot of time going to the loo.

�Ninety minutes are up!�
The Lady Patricia happily announced and gratefully took a handful of gillyweed
from Winky before heading to the water.� A shrug of her shoulders and her robe
was on the ground, or would have been if not for Winky who caught the errant
clothing on the fly.

Harry helped his gravid
ladies to their feet and helped them disrobe.

�Harry, I think they can
do that themselves!� Pansy smirked.

�Hush, sister,� Helena grinned, �let the man enjoy himself.�

As he removed their robes,
and the simple singlets they had taken to wearing during their maternity, he
kissed their taught, spherical bellies and spoke lovingly to the children, his
children, therein.

All the Ladies present
�Aawwwed� at Harry�s attention to their children - the Ladies had all agreed
that any children would belong to all of the Witches of the Coven, just in case
it happened that one or more couldn�t get pregnant.

Both pregnant ladies
enjoyed their Warlock�s attentions as well; he kissed their bellies and their
swollen breasts and seriously large areolas � even their ankles, everything
that had been made large by their pregnancies because, as Harry said, �It�s all
beautiful because it�s all you.�

Taking the offered gillyweed,
all three joined their Coven Mates in the water, which was freezing until they
swallowed the rubbery herb, then the air became uncomfortable and the water
felt warm and welcoming.� The first rush of oxygenated water through their
gills was like the first breath of fresh cool air after leaving a hot,
smoke-filled room.

Water work consisted of
long, powerful strokes to the mervillage and back to the ten meter deep water
near the shore. Half way to the shore Helena and Myrtle pulled Harry over to a flat
shelf overgrown with long, soft water plants like long grasses.

One of the benefits of
gillyweed was that it gave those who ingested it neutral buoyancy � in effect,
rendering them weightless.

Myrtle swallowed Harry�s
flaccid cock whole and was delighted at how quickly he grew to full readiness.�
As Myrtle was occupied Harry pulled Helena into a deep, soulful kiss, before
rotating her so that he could deep tongue her heated sex � a neat trick, seeing
as how he had to creen his neck and extend his tongue to it�s full potential
length just to work around her large, round baby-filled belly.� This put both Helena�s and Myrtle�s face in close proximity, so they took turns felating Harry.

The former Moaning Myrtle
found herself spun about so that her sex was also in Harry�s reach.

Helena, in an uncharacteristically
aggressive mood (gotta love those pregnancy-induced hormones) grabbed Harry�s unruly
hair and guided his gifted tongue into her hot, swollen sex.

Myrtle used the
opportunity to spin about and place her legs, scissor like, between his.� This
placed the throbbing gland up against her slick pussy lips.� Hooking her ankles
and bending her knees forced Harry�s long, thick cock deep into her hungry
cunt.� As they tried to get as close and as deep as possible Harry continued to
caress both his ladies distended bellies with his free hands.

To a casual observer it
looked like Harry and his Witches were having a gentle, languorous three-way.�
A closer look would reveal that the gill slits, just below and behind each of
their jaws, were working furiously to try to extract as much oxygen as possible
from the water made turbulent from their activities.� In fact Harry was working
his tongue and fingers on Helena and his undulating cock and the fingers of his
other hand on Myrtle furiously, trying to coax as many orgasms as possible from
his beloved Witch mothers-to-be.��

At that point it was a
race to see who could get whom off most before the gillyweed-induced change
forced them all to the surface.

Needless to say, it was a
race with no losers.

)O(

Ludgrove School in the Civil Parish of Workingham Without
was enjoying a clear, unseasonably warm late-autumn day.� Most of the boys were
out on the pitch motivating several footballs about without any real strategy.

The same couldn�t be said
for the six disillusioned Cossacks in the woods at the edge of the pitch.

Speaking Russian, one
said, �The sun will be low in the sky soon.�

�Remember to choose one
of the older boys, no redheads.�

Confirmatory grunts all
around � the Prince�s ginger hair was well known to Royal watchers.

As the light faded
temperatures began to fall rapidly and the younger boys ran to the gymnasium.

Three or four played
half-pitch two aside football near the coppiced border of the woods.

�Perfect.�

Norman Williams� head
snapped up at the sound of the voice speaking a foreign tongue.

�Hullo, who�s there?�

Two men in black Cossack
uniforms appeared out of nowhere.

�W-who�re you?� Norman asked, slowly backing away from the coppice.

�Stay vere you are, and
you vill not be harmed.� One of the men growled.

�Bugger that!� the boy
said and sprinted toward the field only to be stopped by a stunner.� Norman fell to his face and was still.� The nearest Cossack kneeled by the boy and placed a
small disk on his blue and white jersey.�

Just as the portkey was
to activate the Cossack was bowled over by another boy who screamed, �Get away
from him, perv!�

The dazed Russian brought
his wand up and froze.� He was facing Prince Henry of Wales.

Harry shook his
classmate, �Norman, Norman!� Wake up, mate!�

As the Prince was trying
to revive his friend the portkey activated taking both boys away.

The Cossacks looked at
the pitch where half the boys were running toward them and the other half were
running away, presumably to get help.

Two visible and four
disillusioned Russians ran into the woods before apparating away.

)O(

Harry arrived early the
next morning to try to scope out whatever challenges the NEWT DAtDA Proctors
had prepared for him and his Ladies.� It looked suspiciously familiar, a bit
too much like the maze of too-tall shrubbery in the Tri-wizard Tournament.

He was not surprised to
see Zelda, looking frail as ever, leaning heavily on her staff.� Harry conjured
a thick shawl and placed it over the nearly bicentigenarian�s shoulders.

She nodded gratefully.�
�I didn�t remember it being so cold in years past.�

�Zelda,� he said, gently,
�You usually test in June, its November.�

�Ah, yes.� That would
explain it.�

�If you go inside the
castle where it�s warm I promise to let you see my pensive memories of the
test.�

�Oh, very well, then.�
May I have two of your ladies help me inside, you two, perhaps.�

Helena and Myrtle each took an elbow.

And the three of them
disappeared.

A disembodied voice
called out, �The test has begun.� Three people have been captured by Dark
forces.� Find them.� Try not to die.� You may begin.�

�Spread out, tri-form
cover formation.� Maintain your situational awareness at all times.�

The Witches spread out so
that there wouldn�t be a large group to form a single target.� Each group of
three had two pairs of eyes focused out and one pair in to cover her sisters.

�Millie, can you see over
these damned hedges?�

�Only just, Harry, and
what I see are more hedges.�

�Harry, three of our
triads are incomplete, normally Myrtle would cover for Trisha and Su, and Helena would cover Luna and Millie, and Minnie would be with Alicia and Angelina.�

Harry quickly scanned his
assembled witches, �Three witches out of twenty-one, reform your triads; we�ll
have six groups of three.� Luna, Tricia and Su, with me.� I need to concentrate
on my core, see if I can give us a direction, everyone else, establish a
perimeter.�

It was a testament to
Harry�s leadership that no one questioned his decisions.

Harry concentrated on his
magical core � which had grown from the original single light to twenty-two,
two of the lights had smaller glowing pin-pricks within them, signifying his quickening
babies.� He could tell they were close, but faint echoes of what he should be
feeling.

�Search and destroy,
ladies, keep your groups alert and shielded at all times.� Stun anything that
moves.�

He looked up at the
cloudless sky.

�Hermione, take your
group North, Millie, go West, Susan, south, and Pansy, East.�

�What about us?� Padma
asked.

�Padma, I need your group
to watch the skies.�

Padma took charge of her
group immediately, �Tracey, Mandy, keep looking up, I�ll cover you both.�

Just then a red, rubber
ball bounced into the clearing and six �finite� spells were cast,
simultaneously.

Harry checked it, no
enchantments.� It was just a red rubber ball.

Without warning hundreds
of red, rubber balls bounced in from all points of the compass.� When some of
them hit a Witch she would fall stunned.

Harry created a chicken
wire barrier with holes too small for the bouncy missiles to pass.

The ball barrage ceased.

�How many did we lose?�

�Five.�

�Regroup.� Who�s the odd
witch out?�

Megan Potter nee Jones
shrugged, �Looks like I�m out.�

�Megan, my love, please
make our sleeping Witches comfortable, and stand guard over them, if anyone,
and I mean anyone tries to approach them, stun first and ask questions
later.� My password will be the last thing you said to me Wednesday night.�

Megan thought for a
moment remembering �Oh sweet mystery of life I have found you!� and then
smirked, �Message received and understood, Harry.�

The Hufflepuff nodded and
set about conjuring camp beds and blankets for the fallen.

Then it began to rain �
hard.� This forced Harry and his witches to erect a shelter for the fallen.� He
let Hermione take the initiative.� The brightest Witch of her age transfigured,
charmed and conjured a hospital tent � complete with a large caduceus symbol on
its roof.

The kiss she received in
gratitude promised several screaming orgasms when they finished testing.

As the water fell in
torrents Harry said, �Okay, me beauties, we�ve been on the defensive long
enough.� I�d say it�s time we started offending!�

�Aye!� Chorused a dozen
voices.

�These shrubs are in the way;
let�s have a trim, shall we?�

Four groups of three,
plus Harry began to disassemble the maze, shrubbery by shrubbery.

Meanwhile the Warlock
kept trying to pinpoint his missing witches � it was almost as if they were
ghosts again.� But that wasn�t possible, if he�d lost them, even for a little
while, he�d feel their going.

So why couldn�t he sense
their direction?

He saw a movement to his
left and dove to the ground just in time to duck a stunning beam.

�Millie, banisher south
by southwest.�

Millicent�s powerful
shockwave bowled over two disillusioned figures.� Before the men could get up
they were surrounded by Millie�s team.

Harry wanted to question
them, both wearing the maroon robes of DMLE Aurors, but, before any of the
Coven could stop them, the Aurors took deep swallows of a potion that knocked
them out.

�Search the prisoners;
see if they have anything that we can use.�

Hermione pulled a small,
square mirror from one of the Auror�s inner pockets.

�Signaling Mirror,
Harry.�

�Another one here,
milord.�

�I�ll take them both,
meanwhile keep defoliating.�

Just then both mirrors
began to buzz.

�Jones, this is Scotty�

Harry made his voice low
and gravely, �Jones here, Scotty, we got all the students in the clearing, call
in the troops.�

�You okay, you sound hoarse.�

�Got a face full of verge
when they blasted it is all.�

A chuckle from the other
mirror, �I guess they weren�t so tough after all.�

�Guess not.�

Harry pocketed the mirror
and smiled, �I need twenty Witches of the Coven, laid out in neat little rows
in the mud over here.�

Su and Hannah, the best
in the Coven at quick transfigurations, cheerfully turned fallen shrubbery into
replicas of the Witches.� Padma and Cissy levitated the poppets into position
and Luna arranged their limbs so that they looked comfortable, gently cooing to
each manikin as she did so.�

Susan smiled down at her
sometimes-odd Coven Sister, �That�s sweet, Luna.�

�Just because they�re not
real doesn�t mean they shouldn�t be treated with kindness,� Luna said, kissing
the forehead of the last replicant, �besides, now each of them have a magical
signature of their own.�

Susan looked shocked for
a moment, of course, the aurors would be able to detect transfigured decoys,
but by giving each manikin a unique magical signature, a �presence�, any
standard scans would reveal exactly what the aurors would expect to see.

�Luna, you�re like, a
genius.�

The petite Ravenclaw
smiled, shrugged and placed her wand behind her left ear.

When Scotty and the other
nine Aurors arrived at the clearing in the center of the maze they were a
little disappointed to see a score of mud-splattered, unconscious witches.�
Jones, with his back to the approaching aurors, seemed to be surveying the
area.

�I guess no one will be
getting their NEWTs awarded today, eh Jones?� Uh, Jonesy?�

But it wasn�t Auror Jones
who turned around, it was Potter.� He was smiling, and not pleasantly.

Neither were the other
twelve Witches who undisillusioned themselves and cast �Petrificus totalus�
spells on the entire company.

�No potions this time, mate.�
Just tell me where my wives are and you�ll get to keep your family jewels.�

The auror wanted to say
something but was petrified.

�Oh, sorry.� Harry said,
then un-froze the man�s head so that he could speak.

�I really can�t tell
you.� I don�t know.�

�Did you know that Lady
Hermione here has her potions mastery?�

The auror�s eyes grew
wide.

�And did you further know
that veritiserum doesn�t have to be ingested?� Nope, it can be administered by
a simple patch, a little something from the muggle medical world, a small
square plaster infused with the serum. . .�

The Auror felt the patch
being applied to his neck.

�. . .and wait ten
seconds . . . three, two, one, and tell me Auror, what�s your name?�

�Smith.� And Auror Smith
realized he was well and truly buggered.

�Thank you, Auror Smith.�
Where are my Ladies?�

�Nowhere.�

�How can they be
nowhere?�

�They�re not being held
in a place.�

�If they�re not in a
place where are they?�

�I really can�t say.�

Hermione stepped up,
�Where were they taken?�

�To the infirmary.�

�Are they there now?�

�I don�t know.�

�Why can�t I sense them?�

�Because they aren�t
anywhere, yet.�

Hermione grinned, �When
are they?�

Auror Smith grimaced and
answered, �Three hours ago.�

�So, if we go to the
Hospital Wing and ask Madam Pomfrey where my missing Ladies are, she�ll be able
to tell us?�

�Y-yes!�

�Thank you, Auror Smith.�
Goodnight.� Stupefy!�

The rest of the Witches
began to gather around until Harry snapped, �Resume your positions, we haven�t
won, yet.� Myrtle and Helena are still not back with us where they belong.�

The triads re-formed and
spread out, very alert.

�Glynda, Bella, and Cissy
- with me, everyone else, find some cover and disillusion yourselves.�

Not a word was spoken,
none were needed.� The Witches of the Coven had drilled long and hard for just such
a challenge.

Harry and his group moved
the nine petrified Aurors into the hospital tent, then set a fidelius charm,
choosing Megan as the secret keeper.� He gave Megan one signaling mirror and
kept one for his own use.

Once outside he turned to
his three Vipera and smiled, �Group hug!�

The three Witches all
hugged Harry tight as he phased them all to the hall just outside of the
Hospital wing.

Using sign language,
Harry told the girls, �I�ll go high, Bella will go low, Glenda and Cissy will
follow us and stun everything that�s not us in the room.�

�On three, two, one,
now!�

Harry seized the door
with his magic and ripped it from its hinges, flinging it into the hallway.� A
bang, followed by obscuring smoke and the rescuers flung themselves into the
center of the room.

To find Myrtle and Helena sitting to tea with Zelda Marchbanks, trussed up like a turkey and glaring daggers
at the two pregnant witches.� Poppy Pomfrey beamed with pride for the young
lord and his ladies.

�What do I love most
about you both?� Harry asked, not lowering his wand.

Helena smiled, �Other than the fact that we
carry your first born, you love everything we hate about ourselves, the bloat,
the belly, the stretch marks.� Need I go on?�

�No, you�re Helena all right.� Um, Myrtle, should a witch of such advanced years be hanging
upside-down like that?�

�Well, Harry, it�s like
this.� Madam Marchbanks, or whoever this is, is a little too spry for
someone approaching their third century � if ten more minutes go by and her
polyjuice doesn�t wear off I promise to apologize profusely.� Tea?�

Harry smiled and said,
�Of course, no milk and one sugar.�� Then he pulled the confiscated signaling
mirror from his pocket.

�Megan, this is Harry.�

�Go ahead Harry.�

�In ten minutes, have the
rest of the Coven take defensive positions in the hospital wing corridors.�

�Roger, Harry.� Megan
out.�

Harry enlarged the small
table to accommodate four more people and sat to tea.

As the minutes crawled by
the Warlock began to worry that maybe, just maybe, this really was Grizelda
Marchbanks.� Oh well, he could always move to Australia.

Just as he was about to
cut Zelda loose the old Proctor began to groan and writhe as her features began
to melt away to reveal a puffing, panting Amelia Bones.

�I, Amelia Samantha Bones,
head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, do hereby confer upon Harry
James Potter, the title of Master of Defense against the Dark Arts on this, the
Third of December, in the Year Nineteen and Ninety Five, Common Era.� Now,
would you be so kind as to untie me, son-in-law?�

Harry nodded to Helena,
who undid the bindings with a casual flick of her wand.

�Anytime you or any of
your Ladies wish to work with the DMLE, just let me know.�

Just then a glowing white
mist in the shape of a large cat ran into the room.� In the voice of Nymphadora
Tonks the patronus said, �We need all hands back at the ministry, young Prince
Harry of Wales has been kidnapped.� Magic was definitely involved.�
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