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Chapter 6 � May You Live in Interesting
Times.

�My Lady Ravenclaw,� Harry bowed.

�My Lord Slytherin,� she
responded with a curtsey, and then smiled at his gob-smacked expression.

�By right of conquest, milord,� Myrtle
explained, �Tom Riddle was the last living heir of Slytherin; you�ve defeated
him thrice since coming to Hogwarts.� It is safe to say that the lordship has
been properly won by the old laws.�

�I don�t know anything about
being a lord, what constitutes a lordship, anyway?�

�Any number of vassals or
retainers, men and women who will pledge their families and fortunes to yours.�

�Who would want to do that?�

Myrtle snickered, �If I start the
list now I may be able to finish it before the end of term.

�You will have retainers � sounds
so much better than vassals, don�t you think?�

�What are my obligations as
such?�

The Grey Lady and Myrtle shared a
look and smiled at Harry.

�What?� he asked confused.

�Miss Malone told me that you
would focus more on the responsibilities of a lord, rather than the benefits.�

�He�s just that way,� Myrtle
said, clearly in awe of her lord.

�You must provide a home and an
annual income for all your vassals � and you are the first Lord Slytherin in
many generations who can afford to.�

�What of Slytherin�s fortune, his
lands, his castle?�

Lady Grey gave out a very
un-ladylike snort.� �The last few generations squandered everything, sold off
the lands, the castle, even the family heirlooms.� You have inherited Lord
Slytherin�s title, but whatever property left to him is long gone.�

She thought for a moment.

�There is that old cottage in
Little Hangleton. . .�

�I have a cottage?�

�More of a shack, really.�

�Hmmmm.�

�What is it, Harry?� Myrtle
asked.

�Well, it�s just that I�ve been
doing the repairs and maintenance on Number Four Privet Drive since I was old
enough to hold a hammer.� It might be nice to fix up a place of my own �
there�s got to be a DIY near Little Hangleton.�

�What are my other duties,
milady?�

�You have a hereditary seat in
the House of Lords, as well as the Slytherin vote in the Wizengamot.�

�Who�s exercising that vote now?�
Harry asked.

�Three families take it in
rotation, milord.� A triumvirate consisting of the scions of three houses:
Greengrass, Parkinson, and Malfoy.

�Each scion serves for three
years and then passes the vote to the next family in rotation.�

�Hmmmmm,� Harry pondered.� �How
old do I have to be to claim my seat?�

�As you are the only living Lord Potter
you could have emancipated yourself three years ago and accepted your privileges
and responsibilities then.�

�I�m fifteen years old, milady.�
I know bollocks about politics.�

�Ah but you�ll have an advisor at
your beck and call at all times.�

�I will?�

�As you are the lord of my
father�s house I can go wherever you go.�

�I don�t know how many more
surprises I can take today, milady.� Your father was Salazar Slytherin?�

�Indeed, milord.�

�And your mother was?�

�The Lady Rowena Ravenclaw, from
whom I claim the title of Lady Ravenclaw in addition to the title of Lady Grey
from the Earl of Grey.�

�And the Earl was?�

�My husband, whom a jealous baron
widowed when my father favored the Greys to the vassal house of Scoresby.

�The Bloody Baron, I presume?�

�Right in one, milord.� The Grey
Lady said, somewhat furtively.

Harry couldn�t help but think there�s
more to it than she�s telling me, but I won�t push it.

�What should I do, milady?�

�First we�ll need a floo � we can
use the one in my old apartments.� Follow me please.�

Lady Grey�s ghost let the way
toward the Ravenclaw tower, but stopped at an alcove containing a suit of armor
that was obviously intended for a rather buxom woman.

�Helga�s armor.� The Lady said by
way of explanation.

Harry pondered the massive cones
on the breastplate.� �She was rather, um, endowed then?�

�And she was very popular with
the lads.� You must understand, Harry that the feminine ideal has changed
dramatically over the years.� Stout, curvaceous women were highly prized in the
tenth century � and Helga was �much woman,� a bit chubby by modern standards
but she was serious wanking material for the young men of her day.

�Place your hand on the wall
behind the armor and say �Wit beyond measure�.�

He did, and the wall shimmered �
the effect similar to that of the entrance to platform nine-and-three-quarters
at King�s Cross station.� Figuring this wall would have similar properties
Harry walked through and into a small but comfortable looking room.

Harry expected to see layers of
dust on the furniture but was pleasantly surprised to see all the surfaces
clean and polished.

Myrtle and Lady Grey entered
behind Harry.� The Lady sighed as she sat gracefully on the locker at the foot
of the bed.� �Cast an inflamare in the fireplace and say �Gringott�s
Founders Account Manager�.�

Harry did and was answered by a
dour looking ancient goblin.

�Who invokes the Founder�s Privilege?�

The Lady Grey interrupted, �the
Lord Slytherin, by right of conquest � as you well know, you pestilent odiferous
toad!�

Harry was shocked, but knew he
had to trust her judgment on this.

�And does the Lord Slytherin accept
the duties and responsibilities of his newly acquired title?�

Harry looked at his advisor who
nodded.

�I do.�

�Very well, Lord Slytherin.� Your
Potter trust vault is now confiscated.� The list of claims against the Peerage
of Slytherin is long and dear.�

It is rare for a goblin to smile;
when one does it�s usually because some wizard has just been taken by the
goblin�s superior business treachery � ah, acumen.� This was clearly one of
those times.

The Grey Lady looked as though
she expected this.� �Very well Senex Goblin, with the understanding that this
will absolve Lord Slytherin of any existing claims against his title and
position.�

The goblin looked at Harry.

�What she said.� He said.

Whatever passed for a smile faded
from the goblin and he said, �Agreed.�

�My Lord Slytherin declares
himself emancipated as he is the last of his blood line and the only true lord
of the lineage of Slytherin.�

She mouthed the traditional
response for English-speaking mages, nodding to Harry so that he would invoke
his emancipation.� He caught on quickly.

�So mote it be.� He said, and the
Grey Lady smiled.

The goblin went pale.� �What have
you done, bitch?�

�I have done nothing, contemptible
moneychanger.� But you have absolved the mountain of debts and liens
against the Peerage of Slytherin for a single pile of golden galleons.� My Lord
Slytherin, now also Lord Potter, can and will exercise his rights as an adult
in the magical world and has full access to the Potter family vaults which
contain, if I am not mistaken, more gold than you could count in one human
lifetime.�

The goblin screamed and closed
the floo connection.

�My Lady Grey, I could kiss you!�
Harry cried.

Myrtle carefully removed her
locket and placed it over Lady Grey�s head, temporarily giving up her corporeal
existence to honor one of the matriarchs of her beloved Ravenclaw.� A very soft
and warm Lady Grey took Harry�s face in her hands and kissed him.

He kissed back, tentatively at
first but, at Myrtle�s whispered urging, deepened the kiss, his tongue touching
her teeth, asking to be let in.

The lady smiled and pulled back
slightly.

�A bit of the Norman I see.�

Harry smiled back, �We call it
�frenching�.�

His smile froze as she slipped a
free hand down the front of his trousers to measure his growing erection.�
Surprise was followed by shock, followed by pure lust as the lady realized how
well endowed this boy � no this young man was.� When she finally broke
the kiss she spoke in a voice thick with lust.� �Well, my Lord Chevalier,
perhaps later we can see what other skills you may have gleaned from the
French.�

Harry gulped but managed to croak
out, �at my lady�s pleasure.�

She grinned saucily and said, �I
know it shall be.�� Then Lady Grey removed the necklace and replaced it around
Myrtle�s neck.� As she turned to leave Harry stopped her, saying, �Milady?�

�Milord?�

�What is your name?�

�I am The Lady Helena
Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Grey, milord.�

�And I am just Harry, to my
friends, milady.�

The Lady smiled, �How very modern
of you mi- I mean, Harry.� I think I should like to be called Helena.�

�Good day to you, Harry.�

�And to you, Helena.�

As Harry and Myrtle walked, hand
in hand, into the great hall all conversations stopped.� The girl, pale but
radiant in the manner than anyone who�s ever been in love would recognize,
looked hauntingly familiar, but no one could place her face � mostly because no
one had ever seen Myrtle looking so happy.

McGonagall entered by way of the
faculty entrance along with most of the Gryffindor girls as well as a healthy
cross-section of ladies from all the other houses.

Harry sat with Myrtle, Hermione
sat on his other side and the rest of the Gryffindor girls sat nearby.� The
girls from other houses sat at their own tables but every one, without
exception, faced Harry and smiled that knowing little smile which, if any male
could correctly interpret it, would cause said male to start running and not
stop until he�d overtaken himself � twice!

�Merry meet, sister.� Hermione
said to Myrtle, and grinned.

�Merry meet indeed, sister.� We have
our accord?�

�We do.�

�Blessed, blessed be!� Myrtle
sang, clear and strong.� The answering chorus of �Blessed be!� from twenty
other witches echoed in the great hall.

The few wizards present at the
time knew some kind of sorority had formed, but only one, Filius Flitwick,
realized that a coven, the first in over a century, had formed in Hogwarts.�
Not only that, the sorcerer for whom it had convened was, for the moment,
blissfully unaware of the fact.

�Oh, Mister Potter,� he murmured,
�you have some interesting times before you.�

�)O(

Astarte braced herself against
the edge of the frame of the small convex mirror behind the headmaster�s desk.�
She shuffled sideways and willed herself into the form of her old, familiar
three dimensional body.� As the last part of her popped out of the mirror its
surface shimmered like so much quicksilver then settled down.

She floated down to the
Dumbledore�s desk and was surprised by the Brobdingnagian quills, parchments
and ink bottles there.� She realized that she�d erred leaving that particular
mirror.�

Concave mirrors distort size and the
mirror she�d exited wasn�t that large to begin with.

Astarte would have to wait to
reenter the between-lands; taking on another dimension put tremendous strain on
her magic.� She flitted into the bathroom adjoining the headmaster�s office to
examine her reflection in the flat mirror above a porcelain sink.

She was small, perhaps a
hand-span tall, but perfectly proportioned.� Hair the color of golden honey
cascaded over her shoulders and down her back.� She was curvaceous but showed
little fat, only enough to give bounce to pert breasts and gift her derriere a
perfect little upside down heart-shape.

Her face was pixyish, with large
green eyes, a cute, upturned nose and red, pouty lips. �The most distinguishing
feature of Astarte�s head was her horns.� Similar to goat�s horns they curved
forward following the contour of her head looking like a well placed crown of
reddish amber.

She turned around and smiled at
her bat-like wings, honey-blonde, to match her hair.� Astarte stretched both
wings, leaped straight up from the headmaster�s desk and hovered, her wings
stroking the air much the same way a swimmer�s arms tread water.� She touched
lightly down and allowed her wings to drape over her shoulders like a petite cloak.

Lastly she inspected her long,
prehensile tail, which ended in a barb, its sting retracted for the moment.

Astarte fluttered to a high shelf
to sit, cross legged, next to the old sorting hat.

�Hello, Flopsie, are you well?�

�As well as can be expected,
Divine One.�

�Won�t you please call me
�Astarte�?�

�I don�t think so, Goddess.�

�Fine, a favor then, wake me when
the sun goes down, I need to do a bit of exploring.�

�Of course, Divinity.�

The tiny deity sighed and wrapped
Flopsie�s soft brim over her lower limbs and slept � it had been a tiring
journey to this version of reality.

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