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Harry and KiKi: Tales of the Boy Necromancer	By : pmczarnecki711 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 56752 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2: Schmuch to Die

“The amount of things I was informed about by those that should have I can count on one hand, and not even I can blame them as some things were assumed since it had always been that way that a Potter was supposed to know things. Unfortunately that didn’t happen for a number of reasons, but I still managed to learn a lot about things most of my recent ancestors seemed to be unaware of their significance.” – Harry Potter laughing at how history was forgotten then came to bite them in the ass.

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Quidditch had been fun even the shock the twins had at his bird degnoming the garden by devouring rather loudly in cries of terror the pests, but as they prepared to Floo to Diagon Alley where it seemed the Weasleys were going to shop and it would be a pain to sneak off to the good shops in Knockturn, Harry was left a bit frustrated by his stay here considering he went from sex as often as he wished almost and at least several times a day to only ravishing Lily and Alice who didn’t seem to mind being left almost pleasure addled husks. Still he missed the other things he did with his lovers from the simple affections to the intelligent conversation, but the Twins had been his only source for that as Ronald was a few bricks shy of a chimney, Ginny was star struck to the point he almost worried she would sneak into the Twins room to steal his underwear let alone wake up with the almost terminally shy around him girl doing something she wasn’t ready to do yet, and Molly made him want to take his weapon and shove it into her and not the one that she was planning to someday have used on Ginny to get into his vault.

They would have to stop at Gringott’s to get money since he wasn’t supposed to know the other methods to do the magical version of charging against his account or transferring to the store, but there was no way he would let a greedy whore like Molly touch his real key, and Harry did wonder after only one year of Binns why the hell Wizards had Goblins who it seemed would like nothing more than to slaughter and devour wizards guard their money. All in all, Harry tended to think most of this society was insane, but considering he was a functioning sociopath according to some people as he had little care about the killings he had done let alone rationalized it with some Greater Good arguments like solders were often told, and so Harry was able to function and likely avoid the whole hero thing that these people seemed to lob him into.

Diagon Alley did seem an odd place to put a shopping district, and Harry wondered on that as well as how a chunk of Goblin territory existed in the heart of London, but like some of the other bits of more obscure information in his families records, he had not yet reached it such as how the Potters began or how they really became the monetary behemoths they were today. Unfortunately, if Harry had found the parts of the family journals regarding the area of Diagon Alley, he would be surprised to know that like a few other places of importance in the British Wizarding world that it was Potter land on almost perpetual lease for a somewhat reasonable price. The Potters had been landowners and holders for centuries if not millennium and they had invested their money from their field into land since it would last even though their first important creations especially the one that earned the being The Potter still existed.

The Grangers would be shocked to learn that the Goblins as well as Leprechauns and Pixies as well as Fairies were what remained of the once massive Fae who had been there since before the Celtic civilizations flourished. Oddly it was an item crafted for one of the Sidhe courts that gave the Potters their name, and as odd as it sounds the chalice that was most coveted by the Fae Lords was not Fae made or even the less disagreeable lesser court Goblin made, but it had been formed and enchanted by the first to bear the name of Potter. It was not the last interaction with the Fae they had, but over the centuries, even the Wild Hunt learned the strength of the wards of the Potters as well as the few enchanted weapons they made.

The second most useful trick wizards had was expanding space, but the Fae had what was known as Underhill, and it ended up that both were the result of a typically well-endowed Potter sporting with a relatively gorgeous Sidhe lady where they needed space to tarry for a while. This led to the tendency of several blessings from their relations even though few if any children happened with these unions. So the Potters enchanted and warded with at the time the symbols of the time and some from other place including some derived from what might have been their first magical ancestors who had lived in the land between two rivers far to the east. This brought them enough gold to acquire land as well as some gifted to them or given for sufficient artifacts and services of value.

One of those gifts was the stretch of land near what would be London Town, and they eventually allowed shops there starting with the Olive Handler and his focus shop, which became Ollivander’s Wands of today, but the most unexpected of additions, was where Gringott's was located. Two goblins squatted on Potter Land digging their way in, and irritated at the Goblins who hadn’t asked to stay there soon found they were quickly warded and trapped in a siege with little they had to eat but plenty of gold. In exchange for a minor fee, the goblins were allowed to stay and guard the Potter gold as well, and in time the rest of the wizards paid the goblins to guard their fortunes and treasures, but the Goblins as well as the Potters got a minor fee for the service.

The second reason that the Potters had more money than other families was a bargain struck when four rather famous wizards and witches asked for some help in reinforcing a castle they planned to use to start what became a prominent institution. The particular Potter one Ian Potter had been a deft hand at enchanting and warding, and he added to the castle several of the important facts still there today. Ian set the stairs to move for security to help thwart invasion, enchanted the armors to defend the school, and poured enough magic into the wards to repel a flight of dragons. In exchange, Ian’s descendants would not have to pay any tuition or room and board when attending, and he ended up almost named the fifth founder for his projects that were still working today.

Ian did get talked into being thanked by both Helga and Rowena who had not minded at testing the already infamous Potter charms, but he did get along enough with the four to both end up in bed with just the two female founders as well as cooperating on separate occasions with the other two although Salazar had been impressed at how close he had come to learning to speak Parseltongue while Godric had his sword gain a few additions to the goblin enchantments. The most important one would end up keeping the sword in his hands instead of being reclaimed by the Goblins as it prevented the sword from harming the wielder or being used against them with a built in ward to reflect spells.

In addition to his current gifts, Ian eventually succumbed to Godric’s pestering to marry a relative of his who barely remembered not to gossip openly at her husband’s skills, but considering how often she cried out in adoration that was not surprising, and she had been shocked to learn of his past lovers even though Godric had indirectly let her know of Salazar’s abilities. He did end up having to prevent Helga and Rowena for running away after the tragedy, but Rowena had been disappointed in Helena as Ian or one of his kin would have been a better choice for a betrothed than what her foolish daughter had wanted. Alas, Ian was one of the few to learn to properly speak more than a few phrases of Parseltongue, but the Heads of House Slytherin at Hogwarts were taught enough to control the defenses within the house.

After the loss of Godric and Salazar, neither Helga nor Rowena had allowed any other man save Ian into their beds, but unfortunately, for the two, the final confrontation had rendered them essentially infertile so that there were no children born of that time of their unions even though the Potters did eventually have some marry in eventually. That didn’t slow them down much considering that Helga turned to Rowena and often had her bed shared with some of her choice students as she tried to keep the closeness of House Hufflepuff, which thankfully continued to the current times.

Unfortunately, Harry was not aware of this or the deals made with businesses when they started in his alley that gave greater deals and favors to the house such as always having a room or table at one of the higher end restaurants than the Leaky Cauldron, but even Tom paid his rent although the Ministry had been collecting it as a tax since even before the Godric’s Hallow incident. The other important track of land that Harry would kick himself for not discovering sooner than he would was the fact that the Ministry building itself dwelt on Potter land, and that some of their artifacts were lent to others to learn more about them, which was where the original Unspeakables came from as they were not allowed to speak on anything that was a Potter Secret including one oddly murmuring archway. Sadly, with Harry placed at the Dursleys the ministry had in the recovery stopped paying their rent, but Harry would not find that particular set of documents for some time since the holdings were so vast to occupy a number of accountants, managers, and assistants to keep things straight.

If he had known these things, he could have more leverage at the current time, but as he smoothly stepped out of the Floo at the Cauldron, Harry kicked himself for not muttering Knockturn considering how unmaintained the Burrow’s Floo connection was. It would have allowed him to get to Knockturn to some real shops, and he loathed the thought of the subpar quality from Madame Malkin’s, but most idiots purchase there even the decidedly dark families just as they tended to have at least one wand on file with the Ministry from Ollivander’s that would have the Trace on it. As he was an adult though that paperwork was suitably hidden until he would need it, his wand had no trace on it though he would have to make sure Hermione had one to practice in England; however, her ring would let her do things as it muted the detector somewhat as it had a different signature, while the wards to be added would allow her to practice inside the same as any other magical home.

His wand was already dangerous before he had enhanced it with a piece of his bloodstone earlier in the summer while at the Li’s home, and Harry didn’t plan on stopping there though sneaking his pets to get real wands instead of Ollivander’s lesser creations, but there were so many things his wand was suited for even in the smaller forms. The larger forms could handle more energy though it took more to use as well, and the weapon forms were more geared to combat spells including more potent slicing and piecing spells or blasting and destructive spells. The gem did facilitate silent casting from what he had tried, and the only tell was that it glowed when he connected with it especially when he tried using it in diagnostic spells after the rather brutal fight with Zhu, but it pulsed slightly when the spell seemed to whisper what it detected into his mind. The glow was in relation to how much power he put in the spell, but the most interesting was when he had used the blade to deflect a spell it had deflected some of it and seemed to reduce it to enhance his next spell, and Harry knew that was a useful ability for future combat.

“Morning Tom, are you ready for the rush today? I hope the book signing helps your business,” Harry said giving the bartender a nod. “Merlin knows that you could use some help with how slow business has been. I heard that someone was talking about raising rates, and I hope that and the Ministry’s fees haven’t been making things too bad.”

“Moring Mr. Potter,” Tom said with a grin and shipper nod as he hoped that Harry would not change, as he seemed a nice enough lad. “Business has been fairly brisk today and the fee isn’t as bad as I had feared, but I can hope it increases as the day goes on. You are right it has been a slow month since most come for letter day, and not as many have been stopping for food since fashion is shifting again, but enough people stop in over the summer especially the graduates before going on some wandering. Still you are a Potter and probably have a nose for business.”

“Right you are Tom, I started my first business in yard care and pooling for chores when I was nothing but knee high, and it was fun even though accounting can be troublesome,” Harry said as he neglected to tell Tom that his little business made more in a week than the bartender did in a month let alone that he was the one who the man paid rent to for his business. “We might stop by for some food between shopping as I have some friends meeting up, and after they shop one has quite the appetite. Still a butterbeer wouldn't be bad for now, Tom.”

“Right away, Mr. Potter,” Tom said before fetching several as the Weasleys came out, “so for your party then? Should I have a room set for later and some more butterbeer when your guests show up as well?”

“Why not, Tom, on both accounts, but I would prefer to make sure that someone doesn’t try to run off saying they are supposed to have some when I don’t know them from Merlin,” Harry said before sipping some of the fresh butterbeer and making a contemplative noise as he let it rush over his tongue and tingle his taste buds. “Not a bad batch, Tom and I can see that they are back to the original recipe after that hack tried to make it on the cheap! I have no idea why anyone would shift their recipe to save money without doing a small batch and having someone taste test it, but I hope the reaction wasn’t as bad as some of the soda shops had out there. Nothing wrong with trying new flavors as Florean has with his ice cream shop, and it was quite good last time I was here, but he would never shift the entire flavors while not offering the classics, which is what that Knut greedy fool did when he tried to make more money at the cost of flavor and quality.”

“How did you get a taste as I have been missing it myself, but it has been this way since before that night, and I apologize for bringing it up though we originally thought it was due to the times, Mr. Potter,” Tom said as he had missed it, which was why he had forgotten to look or try it that much since then as it had not been as good as back then though it was something he chalked up to the war souring and his tending to have harder stuff to forget those times. “I hadn’t even known they had reverted as this is the newest batch and the first bottle I sold of it. Probably should post that the taste is back, and the downturn will be gone. The kids don’t know what it should taste like though it has always tasted good just not the wonderful it was.”

“I understand Tom that you didn’t mean to bring that up, and I suppose that some people needed a few goblins to explain why making such decisions was a bad idea, but sometimes foolish people can be entrusted to things during such times,” Harry said as he had a bit more of the proper butterbeer while making note to express his displeasure with Fletcher when he had the chance and thank Cissa for getting things back to quality. “Now that is a good butterbeer as it should be, but we should probably get going as there is shopping to do. Have at least half a dozen bottles set aside at least, chilled of course, with this on the sign as my dear friends are a bit of polyglots to read it. Will narrow down who is supposed to have some, but I will pay for that in advance if you have some of the pie set aside as well.”

“Right away Mr. Potter,” Tom said with a near salute as Harry passed over more than sufficient funds for his requests, and recalling that his family was how he had managed to buy in when the old man had retired ensured that he knew who not to bother. “Have a good day shopping, and I will make sure there is enough set aside. Now, I have other customers to see to, but stop back anytime.”

Harry nodded at him as his lips were attached to his butterbeer even as Ronald had remained silent as soon as the bottle had touched his lips. Molly hadn’t managed to focus enough to butt in as normal, and her mind drifted back as the classic butterbeer flowed across her tongue, but the memories came including several that would have made her children retch in what some of her past conquests had done with that bottle besides spinning it. It was for the best that they were not able to pick up on it and Harry had closed his eyes to savor the taste since he had been irritated when he compared what swill was being sold with what had been under preservation charms. Something else to lay on Dumbledore’s feet as well as another reason to torture Lucius to death, but more the pity that such problems had occurred without a Potter to properly have people kept from ruining things, and at least the muggles had choices in their drinks as magical providers were pretty much monopolies.

Lucius had profited by adding the coins to his cause while Sirius had been sent to Azkaban while his family had been unable to ensure the recipe was followed, and Fletcher had been almost as bad with Dumbledore having him voting the Potter options for him, but some of the ingredients were also used in medicinal potions so during the end of the war certain of the flavors had been scaled back to allow for the supply to be provided at discount to St. Mungo’s Hospital. Unfortunately, Fletcher had along with Malfoy removed a few others of the more expensive yet unique to the flavor ingredients while they pocketed the money. This led to the recent generation having only half the original experience as the taste was subtly different though only some deranged people tried to make others believe in the change such as Xenophilius Lovegood with the Quibbler, but considering that butterbeer had been around since a little after Hogsmeade had been expanded yet before the express had come into service, most doubted it and thought that something in life had slightly soured their ability to taste that flavor again.

Harry doubted that Sirius knew that it had been a joint venture between their families though the Malfoys had been racking in most of the money from the company vault spending only the least necessary to continue sales, but the factory and the sunk costs had been Potter investments while it had been a Black that had stumbled on the better recipe, yet it was Lucius that had reverted to the older and forgotten recipe they had been using. Cissa had told him she would restore it and had wanted to see if sodomizing Lucius was something she was allowed by her contract as she had missed it as it reminded her of better times, while she had mostly imbibed some wine to deal with his foolishness though far less than the cooking cherry Petunia had him once pick up yet never used to cook. He tried to forget that his minions had a running book in how long the obviously desperate and neglected housewife would last until she either tried to discreetly visit his sex shop or in desperation for someone to work the yards succumbed to ending with either one of the gents or lasses helping going more hands on in helping her out.

As he owned the house, Harry had ensured that landscapers discretely kept it up considering that the house association were stringent dicks that would bankrupt lesser people to meet the exacting conformity on Privet Drive, and Petunia had been quite smashed when they had informed her that her nephew knew he owned the deed on this house, but that Harry would see that the pay for the upkeep was covered. Unfortunately, she had been too drunk to do more than grope the guy who had been suitably muscled and tanned from working all the houses that he did, but unlike some of the richer clients that he was sent to had not found her attractive enough to do more than let her sit off her inebriated state; however, the upkeep was arranged and he made note to pass on that Petunia had been only barely discreet and would prefer not to have her on the list unlike the trophy wives a few blocks over. He had requested that he not be sent back to that street even if that shrew was the greatest cocksucker on earth as her manners made her worse than the bitch on Magnolia Crescent, but at least she would shut up when her mouth was gagged or when she was being pounded to distraction, while he expected Petunia wouldn’t stop talking even if he was gagging her with his dick.

Sebastian had been noticeable in his opinion, but as he was fairly popular as well as having signed forms to shift to being filmed the next year, Harry had not minded even though Sarah had requested a reevaluation of his talents in compensation. Sebastian was approved and told to think of a suitable alias to use in film before then, and told that he would have the harder work on the bigger pools before being allowed some easier assignments. He had said it was worth it, and still had been generously tipped for his services in addition to arrangements made to have him apprenticed when he wasn’t on set to be more specialized than a handyman and pool boy, while he would be given a chance for working at the spa with all the perks that had. All in all, Petunia was likely to keep her mouth shut that he wasn’t there and Arabella was too busy to blab even though she had been getting kickbacks from his estate to lie in how he was treated in addition to selling shots to the people that made the dolls and the fiction about him.

The next conversation had been more discreet on the follow-ups side while Petunia had been informed that her nephew was not kicking them out, repossessing the car, or even having her husband dismissed, but she had taken it well though she had almost begged him not to have that happen, and the lady that had been sent had twisted the knife with informing her that Petunia should have known that with the stipend the Potter Estate had been providing that an audit would happen considering the earlier manner they had Harry dressed before he had managed to earn enough money to afford decent clothes. When she was informed that Figg might want more money to keep things secret, Petunia had almost fainted she was so pale when informed of exactly what Figg was doing to pay her debt, which left her shaking when informed that she had best prepare in case she misbehaved.

Petunia had been fairly certain that as shocked at knowing she agreed with Harry about Dumbledore that the not that subtle hint that she could be left in prison for some of her actions as well as the knowledge that they also had sufficient evidence to have Marge locked up so that her son would end up in the system, while her life behind bars would be almost as bad should keep her from doing anything stupid. If his plan for the machine came to fruition early enough, Harry suspected that an experimental women’s facility would be soon built and that Petunia would be malleable after enough time spent there, which could easily be done as they controlled Dumbledore’s eyes on Privet Drive. It was almost disappointing to know that with the Death Eaters there had only been one questionable spy, but the old man was rather too drunk on his own supposed power.

No evidence of those musings were present when he opened his eyes after depositing his drained bottle on the bar as the still shocked Weasleys followed him to the entrance to Diagon Alley. It was slightly thrilling to have Petunia terrified with something other than his magic though he had to wonder what had caused the rift between the sisters besides Snape, but it really wasn’t important at the moment for him to worry over, and he was looking forward to getting out from under the eyes of the hypocritical Molly. He had seen too much from her by accident though he hadn’t dug too deeply to know more than she had been a complete whore at school while berating her children for anything they did even if it was innocent that compromised her plans for them, which was why her eldest two sons had skipped the country to pursue their dreams. Even though he had the potions to revert her back to the non-eyesore state of her Hogwarts days, he suspected that she would enjoy being an active whore if she got the money, but at times he wondered if she had used potions to make Arthur infatuated and that the marriage was a sham considering that the Weasleys while not as affluent as the Potters had some money before their marriage.

Harry didn’t let it show that he was almost drowning in her and Ron’s feeling of envy that he could easily pay for things as he had the butterbeer, and he had no dislike of Arthur or the twins even if there had been some bad business with their ancestors though far less than the Malfoys, but the dislike of the two families could be that the Weasleys had fallen form prominence while the Malfoys had flourished despite their somewhat similar actions though the Weasleys had been an amicable separation in cooperation. It had been one of the easier things to find was the history between their families, and while it rankled that Arthur’s ancestor had left his predecessors service, it had at least been for a decent reason in saving his heirs when he had already been wounded to close to his future chances, but he had still rushed away before the conflict had been started to deal with the situation at hand. There had been the not enacted wergild owed though having the shy stalker girl as his sex slave wasn’t really tempting given she barely looked different from her brothers, and Hermione knew he wasn’t for enslaving someone unless they either wanted to be his slave or they had sufficiently wronged him that indentured servitude was the best way to gain sufficient recompense such as Figg spending her time doing more than tend cats though they could say her house was a proper cat house now.

Unfortunately, the amount of galleons Molly had been gifted from his accounts was more than they had even in her secret stash so that he might be left with that option when he no longer had to worry about Dumbledore preventing his plans for freedom and his ambition from being finished, but given how disgusting her mind felt even to his passive Legilimency, he would prefer to never have to touch her more than he had, which meant that knowing if she was a decent fuck before whoring her to make back what she stole was not going to happen even if she was rejuvenated. Sadly, the method didn’t seem to be prone to beneficial uses though some were being put into place in the spa as part of a rejuvenating and revitalizing treatment though far less potent than what he had done to Arabella even if only the stone rivaled the youth she had been given once more, while the glamor would fool even Dumbledore or the Fae of old. It required the intent to make someone suffer as the Cruciutus required the intent for the one under it to suffer, and it would be the same as casting that curse with the intent to feel pleasure or make a Patronus fueled by misery, which while possible had yet to be done from what he knew.

The closest he had come was the protective spells on his wand which would allow his minions to hold it while feeling a growing pleasure building inside while his enemies would feel a growing agony that would eclipse the Cruciutus within moments as he had found by pressing his wand to one of the Death Eaters in Azkaban before he had moved on to slaughtering all save Bella there at the time, and he knew from when his minions handled it that even if they couldn’t use it that having them hold it longer than the time to retrieve it a few feet would have them careening to their knees as they reached a very intense orgasm. He suspected that as he had fed some of the silver through that particular necromantic flame would have a similar affect as well, but it was still not likely to be able to rouse Alice from her cursed state so it was of no real consequence unless his girls’ wands ended up acting the same.

As they stepped through the doorway after he had tapped the pattern he had learned long ago though he normally came in through one of the other entrances, Harry was certain that if their wands acted the same then it could be useful though there were risks that forcing their wands to hurt others on touch might require feeling some if not similar pain at the same time, and he doubted that short of Bella that most were that masochistic in their behavior despite the slight flavoring of their games with stinging sensations. He was well aware that they had done somethings that others would find that line of thinking strange, but he had really not done more than paddles and crops as well as spankings for most though Mari had been different as she had enjoyed the more intense session and extreme for him play. It had been interesting as well as enjoyable, but he didn’t plan to rush his pets from where they were to the sorts of things that Zhu had mewled when he had done them to her, and Harry was fairly certain that her level and interests were a bit on the extreme since only Bella had really enjoyed him going that far well past the almost scaring acts that Mari had howled for him to do before taking her as roughly as he could.

People were different with different likes and favorite things though he had lucked out that his minions enjoyed all the same of the simpler things, and at least thinking about them kept his mind from trying to recall the rather stomach churning acts that Molly had almost been projecting as she had been glazed eyed in reminiscing as she had her classic butterbeer. Some were things the girls might try, but he had better toys than using a chilled and filled butterbeer bottle as an anal toy, and that was the tamest of things that the woman more hypocritical than Andromeda had almost caused him to twitch by recalling. It would make a formidable mental barrier except he preferred his current forest of bloody trees of corpses than some of what she seemed to miss as he suspected that her own potions had some long-term effects on her. At the moment, he had chosen to stay with them solely for his friendship with the twins and despite the comparisons made, they were truly more like the Marauders then their uncles in their pranking as the Prewitt Twins had been far more cruel and vindictive having even come close to driving a pregnant girl to suicide in addition to taking turns with her while she was feeling vulnerable, but they had not from what he known given Polyjuice to someone the girl hated to get knocked up in the first place as from the smug momentary thought it had been Molly removing the competition.

“So where do we head to first?” Harry asked even as he was aware that Molly was not able to have the option of charging against their vault keys or against a head of house ring thus unless she had enough money on her from before would need to go to Gringott's. “The list is a bit long and the books doubly so, but I still see that the potion guides that used to be on there are still omitted, which I probably should make sure that Neville has this year if the stories are true. I know the Hufflepuffs don’t have anyone that bad though I think he would have been happier given how even the Twins stopped pranking him for the most part.”

“We know when a prank goes too far or targets too often, Harry,” the twins said sounding mildly offended that they would prank Neville that much considering he was too timid at times and their earlier prank to get a response to motivate failed. “Well we do now considering what you did when we tried to prank Hermione, and let us say we are grateful you convinced her that would be enough as that girl makes little Gin-Gin seem merciful from what we saw. As for that, we had to find out about the guide last year in exchange for not pranking a few Slytherins who seem given that book when sorted it seems. With it, our explosions went down over fifty percent, and you prevented any while with us, so we are actually ahead on supplies for the moment. Still we barely had a concept of the Canary Creams and you decided that our sulking after that match was best answered by having us be turned into slightly dazed snitches before showing why we have to pray to the old gods for the girls to have enough time to get some goals, but we still want to see if you would do in some other positions except beaters as there is no way we want mum rubbing a potion in there considering how you smacked the bludger too well.”

It didn’t take much to impart movement to the group towards Gringott’s bank even if a slow one leading past the shops along the way, which included the newest brooms at Quality Quidditch, but they were still early enough that the line at the bookstore was only slowly growing for the book signing later in the day. Harry saw who it was as well as the look on Molly’s eyes as well as her having brought some copies of the useless books with her to be signed, and he was rather hoping to avoid that especially as Cissa had informed him in a roundabout way that her husband and son would be there while she was having a spa day with Bella and that she was going to keep both of them in good form for when they could meet again as well as practice playing with each other to last longer with him. He didn’t want to know why she had that look in her eyes though Ginny gave him one somewhat similar that made him worry for his wellbeing, but he had lucked out that unlike her normal personality that the twins had described that she was being shy therefore he was less likely to wake with her trying to do something let alone her being a hormonal and unprepared girl that woke him screaming as she popped her cherry on his slumbering erection.

‘Like I need that kind of a headache especially in that it would give Molly a reason to try something, and at least she didn’t have the innate suicidal idiocy to try to compare the only somewhat cute in a mischievous way daughter to my mum who probably could have had the entirety of the male population to have seen her more thoroughly entranced that Fleur or even Apolline could do,’ Harry thought as he was grateful that the Twins seemed to be as unlike Percival and Ronald as possible, while Molly made him wish for her to have not become as unconcerned with her appearance as she had, but it did show him that Ginny would need someone to keep an eye on her though he didn’t plan on it being him. ‘I already know from even Alice and Lily’s disorganized memory that Molly had been a slut and not in a good way as well as her having been a confirmed gold-digging that would have been fucked up and whored out if it hadn’t been for the fact her brothers were a step above the twins in ability though less than the Marauders were with a vengeance especially in anyone that snubbed them. At least neither the Marauders nor the Twins would prank anyone needlessly though the bit with Snape was understandable, but Gideon and Fabian Prewitt had pranked women that turned them down or used such to get into their robes, which also includes at least a few withdrawing from the bullying and at least one confirmed rival of Molly having possibly died with another pregnant and removed from school. The twins at least know when they go too far and even their most malicious pranks were for those that did something worse, but I suppose someone had to do something to liven things up, while I am grateful not to be part of the artificially enhanced rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin.’

He saw the twins drooling at the new brooms, but they were aware of how out of their price range it was, and even Ronald was chided to hurry along by Molly. Still he couldn’t let them get away with thinking that things were not going to be interesting considering that joining since a second year was far less noteworthy than if he had conceded to join last year no matter the looks Hooch and Flitwick had shot him after seeing him fly, and he had promised them that he would try out, which given the performance last year almost had him as a shoe in with the now third year Cho Chang as the one considered the next likely with how she had spoken last year. The professor at least understood why he didn’t plan to try out as a first year despite not being the little boy his age group was in comparison to their older schoolmates, but there was no way he would permit someone that was as much a bully as Chang to have that much prominence.

Besides, he liked flying though he suspected the broom would be far less enjoyable than using his own wings, but Harry still had a way to go to use them though they had manifested a few times thanks to his seriously letting his magic flow freely, which unfortunately did make him stand out enough to be at risk of being detected easily. So far he had at most shifted his nails into talons and sharpened his sight with his ears becoming slightly pointed while granting him enhanced hearing, and Harry had practiced some of the change in his hands and feet led to a partial control of his body hair that he was certain that would spur the girls on in their own attempts. He was still going to try to goad the twins into it using their obsession with the Marauders, and he did wonder what their form would be since they did not seem to have one of the other abilities that prevented it such as Dora’s metamorphmagus abilities.

Still he did know that Dora was interested in joining the team as well, and it was not just that it would piss her mother off, but since it was something fun that they could share as well as something to do to distract from the rest of their worries. There was plenty of time that they could spend as well as the fact that it would allow more time with the Twins as well as other people that they were so far not fucking, but Harry did suspect at least one of the chasers had given him eyes, and recruiting spies via Quidditch was tempting though it was unfortunate that the Slytherin team was all male. Considering the rumors, Harry didn’t find that too strange except that Cissa had confirmed a few as well as the fact that his new property was probably going to be used by the dumber Malfoy brat to buy his way on the team to continue the unaccepted rivalry he tried to form between them, and Cissa had also mentioned that her husband would possibly consider adding new brooms to sweeten the deal as well since she hadn’t told Lucius that he was Lord Black.

“Not my fault dear pranksters, but remember Dora is trying out from what I heard and she won’t aim as kindly as me since she is still pissed for some of your earlier interactions,” Harry said with a laugh as he headed towards Gringott's since the parents were a bit distracted by their by play. “As much as I like you, I advise seeing if the bit of your allowance you saved up is enough for some protection though Dora should have tried out last year except some people were being jerks, but that is in the past and you will need to do your homework right quick if Wood gets some sense in him. Sad to say, given what you told me that there will be too many practices to count though rumor has it that the Slytherins are trying something to maintain the win this year since Professor Flitwick was rather insistent that I do try out this year.”

“Considering that if you had been sorted into Gryffindor that McGonagall would have found some way to force you onto the team given how Hooch raved about you last year, did you really think that Flitwick would be willing to not have you try out considering that we haven’t seen anyone close to you outside a professional since Charlie went to Romania, and Snape has been smug about the trophy for years so we would put faith in a rumor to continue their streak,” they said as Harry should have been on Ravenclaw’s team last year, which at least would have allowed for someone other than Slytherin to win, but Snape had already fixed the cup as far as they could see so Quidditch was their one option to shine. “We don’t think so, Harry and besides you would have fun considering how you like flying, but you are right that Wood will try to push us to compete and we can hope you don’t spot the snitch right off the bat so there is some chance. Still one of the snakes probably wants on the team and if they are good enough will be let on even though a bit of bribery is possible, and it is not as if our seeker is any match for you though we expect the hopeful will complain at you beating her. The girls loath her and her friends for being annoying, and we don’t get why anyone would like Cho Chang since she has the tongue of a viper, but it would be fun to see her attitude checked on the field so we can hope with you as seeker that she tries for chaser as Katie at least wants to crush her for some reason.”

“Hmmm… Cho Chang third year now, stuck up attitude and her friends are the sort that give the house a bad name with how simple they are, and her best friend is Marietta Edgecombe if I recall whose only claim to importance is her mummy works in the Floo Office,” Harry said after a moment of thought on the matter as he rather disliked both with Cho being a pretty face that is easier to deal with when gagged, and Marietta called out to his inner sadist with her very mannerisms, but he suspected both would be trying things even though both Hermione and Su had warned them last year, while Su had been as hesitant as possible to reveal the hate between their families. “I believe she wants to try out for the team this year though since there were no official openings last year though being on a team with Roger will be annoying. He just has this way of making you dislike him, but I suppose that is a worry for the future.”

Harry hadn’t mentioned that Chang likely would be fucking Roger to get a place on the team and that the rumor had her sucking him last year before being told there was no opening since she did a poor job at the time, but Penny had admitted to Dora that she disliked the girl since Chang had been caught by her blowing random boys after the fact. It was how things worked here and if Harry had felt inclined there was a list of students solely able to afford Hogwarts tuition by a fund the Potters set up since his ancestor had managed to have an agreement that no Potter within a certain measure of the blood would pay tuition directly though they had done more with sponsoring to make up for it, but there were conditions given to those sponsored, which in addition having first pick in their employment did include the traditional options. Dumbledore had administered some evaluations since his parents passed even before his grandparents passed as well, and oddly, one of Chang’s friends was there solely by that endowment, which was amusing as Cho Chang was known to attract snobby cunts that were future trophy wives from all appearances though the rumors had most being very loose in how they attained their privileges at school and possible in the future as well.

Marietta wasn’t the friend that was there by his charity since most people in the Ministry had subsidies in the terms of bribes with the exception of Arthur from what he had seen, and Malfoy had given plenty of gold for certain privileges and unlogged Floo destinations, but her mother had been greedy so a portion of those funds went to someone who didn’t need it. The fine print was amusing as it was almost as vicious as a Malfoy’s contract since there were some truly punitive terms as no marked Death Eater had thought or been willing to sign as certain actions were limited, and one rather unimportant one had been marked before dying a truly agonizing death that Cissa had said Lucius had commented on the mark having to be willing or there were consequences instead of their magic having executed them with some consequences along the sins of the father doctrine. Therefore, if Marietta tried anything against him, her magic would react badly, but Harry had to wonder how long Chang could rein in her impulses to be treated like a queen before it came home to roost, and he wasn’t in much doubt that Su at least was anticipating things happening that would result in him getting to watch the smaller girl break the arrogant whore, but it was simple enough for him to know that Chang seemed a bully almost like a female Dudley except pretty instead of uncaring of her appearance.

‘Like I don’t doubt that the girls will settle things since Chang has been so easily been getting her way before we showed up with plans to have brought our year mates to task, which means that Alice will likely step on her hard since I know my girl as well as I do,’ Harry thought as he kept up with the conversation even as the twins continued a discussion together with him inputting the odd notions. ‘Still the twins are right that no one or no girl outside her clique likes her, and I do find that female interactions are less than pleasant at times given their manner of settling their rivalries and slights, but that is more that they tend to not have straight up fights settle things where you then drink and talk afterwards, which makes some sense as things are settled, but to each their way and means. I suppose that I am just anticipating that Chang will do something that will inevitably lead to Su if not Alice or Hermione breaking her as I watch, which wouldn’t be that bad of an entertainment since the clubs do push the limits of sensuality and sexuality with their exploration of the lines of not only blurring pain and pleasure but other things. Still her attitude makes me find her unattractive almost as much as Pansy is when she opens her mouth, and that mess is going to be a bother though from the photos of her mother that the current attitude is why she is often considered a pug nosed girl or more that she hasn’t grown into her face, but considering that Bella is a Black that gifting Pansy to Neville would help settle things, while I wouldn’t mind if he enjoyed the less than publicized entertainment that exists in Slytherin’s dungeons or even the thrill he might have at tormenting Pansy as one of his tormenters though Chang would come close considering she was often enough spreading rumors including those about his incorrect status as a near squib.’

Harry tried not to dwell on how much he wished to express his displeasure on Augusta forcing him to use Frank’s wand, but he had read the journals near the tail end of his parent’s lives to get a feel for how he had been though some of the comparisons were vastly different from when they started Hogwarts. Personally, if it required him to find a number of girls to women to give his godbrother confidence by having him trained up with mind-blowing sexual activities, Harry had little problems with doing so, and he knew that most would feel the same way since he seemed to bring out the protective big sister or motherly emotions when seeing him, but Harry had no doubt that reviving Frank and Alice from their delirium would work almost as well. Unfortunately, Harry was having about as much luck in finding a spell, portion or combination that would work without detrimental effects, and the least of them was that it would shatter what future his friend had as it would erase the House of Longbottom with how it worked in a way almost as bad as extinction, but he had other concerns almost as difficult with the ramifications of the misdistribution of the educational trust that had been offsetting the House of Potter not having direct fees for their times at Hogwarts.

Mostly Harry knew that it was muggleborns that had potential or half-bloods that received those stipends; although, it was declared that families on hard time could apply, which was what Molly had in part told Arthur was how they were paying for things, but her actions would have the same consequences if Harry involved in the matter though the goblins were almost itching to be able to get some wizards brought low and make them work to pay their debts. Weasleys hated charity as it stung their pride, and Harry could understand that though he had similar opinions aired by the minions in general, but as education was provided with the caveat that they spend some of their time working with their new talents at one of his ventures, thus their pride was satisfied. Honestly, he knew most were quick to jump on the sexual side as long as there was no risk for the stigmas involved to follow them, and Sarah had been skilled enough to entice those legal to filming, which let her coax them into exploring their unknown interests.

Tina had been giddy when she had volunteered to be filmed in demonstrating the various sex toys while Charlene had purred when the admittance of a more intense scene club was around as well as that filming could be optional, but Harry had been shocked at how much gold the whole thing brought though given the still existing repression in some matters it was not surprising. He paid attention to what was profitable and what was not as well as how well his various accounts were managed, but he seemed to be the exception lately in how wizards seemed as ignorant in finance as they were technology. Considering that most wizard seemed to have no sense that wasn’t that surprising that he did wonder if Binns was an accomplished liar about the Goblin rebellions, but he hadn’t really delved into it more than he had to know that Gringott's was on Potter land and that most of their wards had been developed so that his ancestors hadn’t eradicated the nuisance of squatting trespassers with plenty of stolen gold.

Personally, Harry though the absolute disregard for the goblins while entrusting them with the economy was foolishness, and he at least was aware that his family had been bastards that ensured that if he had been uninformed to threaten them that they couldn't claim some of his vaults. It was impossible now though he could call for resolving things in combat with them far easier now, but Clan Potter or whatever they called his honorary goblin clan that Harry was Chief and Warrior of complicated things. He had tried not to dwell that he had a group of warrior accountants handling that as well as the slowly growing sub clan of goblin vassals otherwise; although, Harry realized that he should not be surprised by all the oddities in his life anymore, and that was without the way his life seemed to be compensating for the Dursley years with an attempt to kill him by exhausting sexual shenanigans.

Still if they had tried to claim for raising his weapon against a goblin on goblin land, Harry had been aware that there was a spell to cause plagues to rival Nundu Breathe, and if they tried to usurp half his vaults he would have gladly flooded that location with it, but most of the goblins were gifted with self-preservation far better than wizards. Mussing these things outside of Gringott’s was amusing in the irony, but he made his way inside even though Molly had been grumbling during their earlier conversation that she could go fetch the gold to pay, which only an idiot would do as that was the same as giving someone a safe deposit key as the goblins were not liable if he trusted someone he shouldn’t have done. Still he made his way towards a teller as the furiously looking woman was making her way to things while Arthur had led the children elsewhere in the meantime, and he was grateful not to share a car as he knew the pittance in their vault from his observations, but there was a minor lean on the Burrow he had acquired just in case.

“Withdrawal from Vault 687, Teller Iron-Spike” Harry said simply yet quietly with the rough tones of proper goblin instead of Gobbylygook that they allowed wizards to know as he knew that Goblins were more for quick protocol in this situation than their blood inspired greetings even as he palmed his key. “Updates on Vault 711 as well as 712 and did Clan Got enjoy the refreshments?”

The goblin snapped his head and caught sight of the flashed rings as well as the shift in the customer’s eyes. The two vaults mentioned were the Potter Trust Vault set aside for Harry Potter and the Black Trust Vault set aside for Sirius Black as well as the vault currently used as a lounge while they examined how the hell anyone got into vault 713. Harry Potter was also someone that his clan had learned was not someone to cross considering what happened to that one clan, while currying some favor to Clan Got as he mentioned with the feast that Griphook’s clan’s flesh had provided. He had been invited to that vault to enjoy some of the slowly roasted remains that were being sold off to the vault of the wizard in front of him, and their codes prevented them from telling the nosy wizards that the amount of galleons he amassed was awe inspiring before recalling there were platinum ingots as well, while even more were in use.

Anyone that with only a handful of followers eradicated a clan of goblins was someone to be careful of and he had been proclaimed Warrior Clan Head of Clan Potter so considering that Silver-Nail had spread word as well as having seen this warrior fight as viciously as a goblin would. As much as Iron-Spike would rather be anywhere else than in weapon distance of a Clan Head, he had his duties to do right now since a goblin that failed was likely to be food, and even though there were softie wizards about his nose was detecting that the wizard was prone to be as dangerous as he heard before catching a whiff of the power kept under control. He didn’t want to know how the guards at the door had managed to not sweat when a warrior that could eradicate every goblin on the floor with barely a change in his breathing, and his senses screamed that he could be dead before he blinked from either his hands or magic.

“Right away Warrior Clan Chief Potter, your key is confirmed as is your aura,” Iron-Spike said as every instinct screamed at him to draw his knife and part wanted to slit his throat to escape. “Clan Got appreciates your offering, and Copper-Nail will escort you since Griphook’s retirement. Your last time here was memorable that I know of, and we understand why you send your representatives, Clan Chief to delegate your many responsibilities. May your enemy’s blades break before you as their blood nourishes the soil, and your vaults continue to grow, honored warrior.”

“As may your dens remain un-raided, and your weapons unbroken in the face of you rivals, Iron-Spike,” Harry said with a grin worthy of the goblins as the younger goblin that saw froze at the predator in their midst. “Now to see how much deposits have been made in my vault after the minions were paid. I will meet with Silver-Nail when I am no longer being overly watched.”

Iron-Spike looked to see that Molly Weasley who had come in with the young Warrior as well as Clan Chief amongst the goblins who was also Lord of the Houses of Potter and Black amongst the wizards, but that woman was annoying enough with just her voice let alone her plots about the young blooded warrior that was as he said being overly watched, and he could almost salivate at the future conflict that was brewing in front of him, while the Potter’s dealings with both House Li and House Flamel had sent tremors through the Goblin Nation that made some changes long overdue. It was not as if as a goblin, he was unaware of the rumors and some truths around Molly Prewitt, while it had been something that he was looking forward to in having a wizard working for his profit, as they had not been able to gain as many wizard slaves as they had in the past. They had been more people that had been indentured since that wizard Binns started teaching, but fewer of the important families had been fleeced to recoup the funds their attempts to be free had cost them.

Besides, that predator in front of him was a Potter and Iron-Spike had little doubt that their wards completely nullified his ancestors terrifying wards. He probably thought it was funny that their wards were so good to safeguard from a Potter deciding to crush the Goblin Nation or at least their presence in Britain. As Potter let his sharks grin fade, Iron-Spike felt his hammering heart slow down before his stomach cooled as he saw the killers back. He could smell the Gobling behind him had almost soiled himself, and he didn’t blame him since both of them could have died in an eye blink. Personally he was lucky that Potter had not knifed them silently as he passed, and Iron-Spike doubted that the human would have noticed, and feeling the trace of a blade having barely nicked him made him sure that the warrior had been just toying with them.

“After I tell Silver-Nail about this, I think both of us could use a drink,” Iron-Spike said to the gobbling that was cowering behind him though he couldn’t blame him as he had to resist the urge to lose his bladder at how easily that cut could have killed him especially since he hadn’t even registered it until the Potter had already passed. “I will say that Griphook was a fool to have tried anything against him, and if we are lucky some idiots will get themselves killed, but I think our clans would do better not antagonizing him. As for the dumb human bitch, she is digging her own grave, and as unimportant as she is, I feel no reason to prevent her stupidity, which would explain her spawn running to Egypt and becoming employed there. He isn’t bad for a human, but give him a decade and his head will swell enough to get sloppy and thus dead leaving the nation his holdings most likely.”

The Gobling nodded even as he looked at the monitor hidden from normal view, and saw that the idiot human female had almost been stupid enough to reach into the vault while the goblin was there to take from the Potter’s holdings, but as funny as it was she stopped at the less than ample vault that her husband knew about instead of the one that was to be confiscated upon access with her being suitably punished for her actions. He may be a small gobbling, but even he didn’t cross one that eradicated a clan, and that human likely would be a feast though she was far too fat than meaty, but the anticipation for devouring such a traitorous cow would be worth it, while he hoped that the warrior would let them work it until it was properly ready to be slaughtered with the right marbling of meat and not just rolls of fat no matter how it could smell when roasted.

The greed on the human’s eyes remained well after they saw them leave the bank, and he hoped not to be eaten after Iron-Spike sent him as the runner to Silver-Nail, but as he skittered to the break room, he hoped there were some left to eat and plenty to drink. As they both settled down, they traded their story for more to eat and drink as they played cards the Goblings in one area, while the older goblins were at different tables, but neither Iron-Spike nor his current Gobling minion ended up paying for their drinks. It seemed that luck smiled on them at cards as well, and both made plans to ingratiate themselves into Clan Potter’s good graces, which considering the growing fame for the amount of gold growing in their vaults let alone the platinum was understandable.

There was a brighter future for the nation ahead of them with this wizard than others, but even the little Goblings were told about the House of Potter as well as their history with the Goblin Nation, and from the youngest Gobling to the most respected and revered Goblin chieftain they were well aware of how this branch started as well as the history between the two ruling clans that partnered to create the bank on this land. Unlike what they heard their Wizarding counterparts learned, the little Goblings were drilled on history, and it had been something of an unspoken truth that at one point the House of Potter had created wards so powerful that the nation had squatted behind them burrowing into the ground, but they would never tell the wizards that they became so good at wards to protect from the Potter wards that still were believed by the elders to be capable of decimating the nation in this location. As it was, they didn’t plan to admit that they had tricked the Ministry into believing this was their land as the Potters had never given possession up of it any more than they had the land the Ministry seemed to believe they owned when they leased it akin to goblin crafted items; however, as proud of their craftsmanship that they were as goblins, the Nation begrudgingly respected the items that the Potters had made.

They were the only humans to ever create artifacts that rivaled the goblins in their ability, but considering that every Gobling knew that before the Fae had left or more the courts that the Potters had dealt with all factions equally and somehow managed to be able to run with the hunt safely, and the Nation had been entrusted a few artifacts from them though the little Goblings were certain that the gifts were lent for more than the lifetime of the user. Still there were things that they were as reluctant to give up as the humans were, but the sword that had been shown was terrifying though from what Iron-Spike was telling it was amusing how the humans didn’t notice, which was far less shocking than the fact that the goblins had barely noticed it being shown off let alone when it had left a score on their backs as easily as it could have slit their throats or lobbed their heads off.

He almost wished such an encounter would have granted him a name, but just surviving for being of no consequence was not a worthy name, and there were far more worthy tasks to earn his goblin name. Perhaps in the time long gone, surviving a dragon passing buy would earn a name, but he was not even properly blooded yet, and it was an honor to be considered worthy to kill instead of not even worthy eating. Merit and competition as the heart of the goblin fire, and no goblin would dream to be mediocre, but one had to be cautious to over extend or risk more than could be gained. Griphook learned that lesson too late to be of use and thus he and his clan were eaten, while the Gobling recalled the carnage and to never forget that risk and opportunity were the same word in their language for a reason.

It would be a long time before a little Gobling like him would earn a real name, but Silver-Nail, Iron-Spike, and many others had been able to earn their names and glory in the old ways, but he hoped that there was an opportunity for the glory of battle no matter how profitable the bank and explorations had become, while it seemed that it was likely given the idiots their educators were producing. How long could such ignorance not result in their needing to reassert their independence, but there was no way they would admit that the Clan Potter controlled these lands nor that they could easily destroy the bank if the most recent Lord Potter knew the secrets of the old magic here, and when that day came, he hoped to get his pounds of flesh if not have his name by then. They had been preparing for decades for the Ministry to try to put them under heel once more, and the rumors even the Goblings were hearing did no bode well for the current peace, but though they were no longer as wild and often looked down as savages in the past, the warriors were ready to defend their holdings. It had been far too long they had the glory, but a few wizards were fool enough to cheat them to their benefit in the end, and that human would be one of them even if their rulers managed to escape for a time.

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While Harry had been getting ready for meeting them, Hermione had been explaining why wearing robes to the alley was a very important thing without admitting that the wizards were rather bigoted against those like them. As much as she wanted to keep them from worrying since Harry had ensured that any dangers were dealt with, and he had made her strong as her actions with the rampaging dragon had proven, but she wasn’t going to admit that Harry had watched ready to step in as she took down what normally took a team of dragon handlers to subdue let alone the earlier massacre of the troll or even Dora’s slaughter of a horde of Acromantula. It was simply that they worried, and they had not even needed the hospital wing or even first aid after those events.

“Mom, just wear the robes and think about what you would do going in a different culture, while, Daddy, I want you remember that unlike Harry a number of the people there are alright to having bigoted assholes there, but there are plenty of people that would think both of you are little better than uncivilized animals with me as a trained monkey, which is why dressing in will keep attention off us,” Hermione said feeling the frustration at explaining this. “I know I should have stated this clearer, but McGonagall lied or at least glossed over things, and I can't leave anywhere soon or they would enforce the statutes, which means either removing me or my memories as well as rendering me unable to use my magic. Harry is from a confirmed old family so they can't remove his memories, but the idea of that happening to me is horrifying. The world isn’t nice or kind at times and I want things to work out especially since thanks to some oddities neither Alice nor Anne were caught in that mess though it means they didn’t get the same orientation that I did, but Harry wasn’t head of his family last year so I wasn’t in the umbrella of traditional laws the way they both are.”

She didn’t want to mention that there were other factors as well since Harry was not only emancipated but legally able to utilize his full inheritances thus there were boon and bane to the situation. Her cousin and her friend were protected officially even if under enough paperwork to make things oblivious to the ministry though as they were Harry’s friends they in part under his protection considering the way things worked, but part of her had been listening to her parents as well as the slight frustration that Harry had alleviated in being as close to a son at times to her father as he was, and with her other projects going well, Hermione was planning to see if there was a less than unpleasant way to allow her parents their dream since they both seemed to want at least another child. It helped that she was going off to school so much now though the idea of a little sibling to alternatively torment as well as spoil or even practice raising a child; since she knew, Harry would want a large family, which in part helped the matter in sharing.

‘I don’t want to be like Molly Weasley considering how Fred and George described their mother though the notion of feeling a part of Harry inside me for nine months is thrilling, and a sibling would be close enough though Alice has experience with her family as does Anne even though both were more latch key kids than I was at times,’ Hermione thought as she watched her mother join in to convince her father to just wear the robes. ‘Still no matter how daddy tries to hide it he wants a son even with Harry filling that role though it is pretty much accepted that we will marry in the future so he will be son-in-law and not son as could have happened if Dumbledore had not rendered a mess of paperwork to make it impossible for anyone to adopt to prevent him from being either aided or useful to the wizards after his influence as well as keeping him ignorant as seemed his plan, which considering my master is a Ravenclaw should have been accepted as a failure, but that man is too stubborn though investigating him some more will need to happen. It was a shock that he hadn’t killed the Dark Lord he defeated though Nick and Nellie had given us some interesting things on their once student, but I suspect that Dora and possibly Penny will be doing some investigations into his brother to get a better feel of things. As it is, my design concepts seem to likely mesh with the kludged designs that were need to treat the cursed pregnant women, and it is not as if Dora didn’t take advantage of testing on both Harry and us.’

Hermione let her mind drift to her last talk with Harry before he had left for the Weasleys though Alice and Anne had been listening with some attention taken with nursing on Dora’s potion tested to swell and lactate breasts, and it was not as if they had spent the time at her home doing sleepover things as well as other interests. She tried not to let it show or get too excited remembering that the three of them had ravished her once she had recovered from that call with Dora starting as they had lifted her up just enough to place a comfortable pillow below her still tingling and quivering belly before she had begun gripping the carpet as her friend and lover had driven into her even as Alice and Anne had been frantic next to them after letting Dora free from their mouths. It had been fun though she had spent more time working on improving the milking aspect though she was certain that Harry was trying to fuse the powerful vibrator that she heard was now in the show with the back and forth refinements he was making with Nikki in those deliciously enticing butt plugs though considering how he responded to tasting them as well as how Dora was still prone to glowing when recalling her day being ravished with him nursing her breasts empty, Harry was going to be interested in that though he was also trying to find from what she had noticed a way to leave them on without the risk of piss contaminating the flowing juices.

Oh, her friends had been insatiable though she had to become a bit lost as Dora had her lips pressed to her lovers nipples then she had thought her libido had gone nuclear though the aches had been worth it and her cream infused oil had felt wonderful being applied, but all of this wasn’t addressing the matter that her parents were trying to have another child and something was preventing that, and she gave it to Christmas before magical solutions were brought up. Rituals were old magic though so there were chances that things might get complicated, and potions could only do so much without ambient magic inside the body to work with though plenty did work on just the magic in the potion, which were the ones she had spent years with Harry brewing and now selling through more shell suppliers than she cared to know. Still there was more to it than that as she had spent some time cuddling with her mum while her father had been out though more often than not their own fun had been intermixed with the cries from her parents and her aunt May who was staying over more often than not now, which was a good thing though it seemed that both her mother and aunt had tried to help her father with children and not just the rather enjoyable sounding sex.

Watching her father try on the robes, Hermione mussed on things that physically Harry did resemble her father a bit though the hair was completely different, and she knew that most people went after the familiar and familial looking on some levels though having her mum play doll with him in what he was wearing on their outing was amusing, but she was not the only one watching even though Aunt May was out at the moment though the smile as well as sounds last night had been promising. Unfortunately, as her mum had him stripped down completely, she caught sight of a scar she hadn’t known about, which led credence to her idea that it would take magic and old magic at that to fulfill her parents’ wishes, and that her mum was lucky though Hermione was more than content with her master as he always left her satisfied and sated even as much as he left her eager for more, but she recalled how possessive he was though from what Dora had known expanded with talks with Susan it wouldn't be frowned on at all there. Still her mum had told her that they had planned to adopt Harry at one point though the cuteness she had thought Harry was with her as well as Alice and Anne had led to contemplating on how she would feel about being in love with her adopted brother let alone the somewhat tear felt confession her mum had on the original plan when their hormones had kicked in though magic and other things had thrown even that off track.

‘Off hand, I can recall a few rituals that I have read about that would guaranty mum was fertile as hell, and daddy doesn’t have a problem with mum being ravished by Harry since he is so close though mum has needed someone to completely dominate her from time to time, but if it is daddy that needs it we could try the potion though if that doesn’t work it would require some things I am not that sure on though my master would not have a problem with it,’ Hermione thought as she watched her mum make sure her daddy went along with a quick mind-blowingly arousing advantage to his being standing about in just his socks though the robe had looked nice with her outfit that did really look good on her. ‘I can understand that outfit as well as why the robes above will be necessary with the prudes in Diagon, but that outfit is designed to make a man hard and women wet so I can guess that mum is hoping master can give her a bit of nasty and rough topping possibly down a somewhat secluded alleyway. I can just see mum being pressed against the wall her robe pulled to the side and her dress hiked up as she fishes him out of his pants to have her fucked right there on a dirty wall, and I cannot believe we didn’t think about that when we were shopping in France let alone after Harry had Fleur and Apolline kneeling like good pets waiting to be allowed to have their throats fucked, but I have to admit that daddy does look nice and I wouldn’t mind though I doubt master would whore me out like he does Sarah though she loves it. Now that woman could make do with the stuff that the rescued need to stay sane given their need for constant arousal right now to stay sane though without it they would probably still be whored out to make money as they need sex almost as much as food.’

Hermione glanced away from the sight of her mum kneading his balls as her face moved from sucking just his head to deep throating all while sucking hard enough that if it was her clit she would have been gushing hard, and she took in how her friends were responding though mostly Dora was appreciating the male form though she knew that mentally Dora could not contemplate men outside of Harry anymore even though the closest she had before coming to her house was from a spanking she tricked her daddy into giving her. Alice and Anne were a bit less messed up though Anne probably had even less restraint in sex as she had in other things such as the tendency to kill far easier than Hermione liked, but if it was necessary to help her friend she would have done what she could. There were other things that complicated matters though she tried not to dwell that Harry had been her first and she mostly hoped only man who she planned to marry one day, but she wasn’t lying that her father was attractive let alone anything else, and she understood that considering she had sex with her mum as well as her cousin that a bit more wrong such as a bit more incest wasn’t that unforeseeable though the idea of her daddy was a conflicting one with the exception of having seen her daddy and her master double teaming her mum was one she liked.

She recalled damn well how fun Dora and Alice sandwiching her as she had in other complications they had including her and Dora working each other over as Alice and Anne had been nursing on her though Hermione could understand why Sarah liked being inundated with men in her hands and filling her as well as spraying her with their release. It wasn’t her particular interest though if it made Sarah happy she was happy for her though there had been things that had happened that had her master revel in his restrained sadistic impulses, and Hermione had known her mother had those as much as she and her cousin did, but it was rarer that some things had pushed her master to be as vicious as he had when the carnage happened in that raid. There were other things that had caused her master to become as brutal though sometimes a good punishment session had been glorious to experience, and the raid had made her anticipate the time when her master would make her decide, but Hermione had almost hoped that night she would get it over with even though she had done things that resulted in death before this.

Thinking of other things, Hermione was well aware that life was different than she had suspected though she knew that those there would have not been worth the tears she had at one point would have shed for doing that act, and as much as they were too unimportant for the level of concern that Harry had to have her first kill be truly memorable, she had wanted that done as much as she had wanted the loss of her virginity over to enjoy the sex she had since then. Instead of a barely enjoyable first time, Harry had made it memorable without even a lingering memory of unwanted or unenjoyed pain, and she suspected that he would have her first kill be the same way even though she had killed other sentients before this, but her first human kill and not just watching them die would be an experience. She suspected that there would be either mind-blowing animalistic sex or one of the most enjoyable lovemaking after that happened, but her mind seemed to drift to Sarah and that she craved men and women’s attentions though the idea of Harry and someone else loving her at the same time was pleasant, and Dora had loved when they had both worked her over so the idea of many loving her at the same time was understandable to be very pleasant.

‘Still that is not me and yet I have the feeling that ritual would be required as I cannot shake the almost premonition that someone did this to them with me a lucky accident that happened after being resigned to the usual methods as well as modern medicine still considering it a long shot, but transference and symbolism would work though it would mean my future little brother would have inherited magic from three lines with mum carrying him as well as other complications,’ Hermione thought as she saw her mum really working her daddy down her throat as well as the suction being potent enough to see the outline of his throbbing dick through her cheeks even as she felt her response as well as inhaled the potent mix of the room around them. ‘I don’t plan to think on it though even Dora let alone Anne who would probably be odd with her sexual interests or even Alice that like me seems to lob men into they are not master thus not interested on most levels are responding to seeing mum give daddy a quick eye rolling draining. I am not sure, if I just didn’t notice before this summer or if Harry somehow increases the lust of people around him, but we are not the only that seem to have been sex obsessed though I do understand since every damn time with Harry or the girls I am satisfied. The pleasure is enticing between us and there is that between our tight group of lovers, I feel the love even in anything that is more wonderful yet erotically naughty things we do, and there is the fact that no matter how disgusting it appears as long as we enjoy it there is nothing wrong with what we do between each other.’

Hermione shifted glancing to see that the rest were rubbing their thighs as she realized that she had been even as her mum drained her father of his release greedily as she had hiked her dress enough not to stain it from her own release, and Hermione was grateful that her outfit had the proper attire to deal with things, but then again she had been preparing for the arousal that being in her love and master’s presence which meant having her panties properly prepared for how wet he could make her without any effort. She had learned not to show when she orgasmed at times especially as she knew her master loved teasing now though he was going to have her wear a vibrator in her panties more often though that idea was interesting enough that she suspected that Penny would join in on it in addition to the inclination of her master’s requirement to accept her ass being properly claimed. Still feeling the intimate apparel they had acquired from Lela’s shop absorb her release, Hermione smiled as her mum rose up and her father hugged her fiercely before she helped him get dressed though the robes did look dashing on them as she moved to put her own on and the comfortable weight was soothing as it was familiar after so many months wearing one at school.

“Well daddy, I must admit you look dashing and mum you look gorgeous in those robes, and I will admit they do have some protection runes on them in addition to a minor compulsion not to draw attention so we can have them on even as we enter the gateway to the alley,” Hermione said with a smile as she moved and hugged them both though she tried not to respond to them even when her mum had winked at her while her kiss only had a lingering of her father when their lips parted for a less than chase kiss though it made her miss kissing Dora or Susan as well as Hannah when they had held his release in their mouths. “Mum! Don’t start something we don’t have time to finish; although, I expect you tell daddy that a lot though daddy don’t be upset that I tell Harry that as well though he hates starting when we can't finish either. Now we should get going though I don’t know exactly when Harry will get there considering that the Weasleys tend to be late more than he approves of, and I know that once we get in the bookshop you will have the devil of a time getting us out including you mum. Still I know Harry and he will find a way to be there sooner than later especially with us needing to drive there, but I don’t know how long it will take to deal with Gringott’s let alone traffic though there is a parking lot for those there outside of the street parking, and at least it is better than the parking a bit a ways from there.”

“Sorry if I was a bit worked up baby, but you know how it is just getting warmed up with your man,” June said as she hugged her daughter while both of them were not as innocently roaming their hands under the robes as one might notice. “Besides, it’s not as if we haven’t done things before and that did get me wound up, but you are right that we shouldn’t start things we can't finish, and I expect that your father is going to get worn out tonight as much as you and your friends are going to try to sneak off with Harry when you can. Still that is no reason to get us both frustrated, and I am going to make it up to you before you get off to school though I don’t know how exactly that I will. Now I know that you have been trying and you love Dora as much as I love May, but both of us need the man in our lives there to feel whole especially you since he is absolutely your master. I love you and I need you to always know that baby.”

“I know that mum that I love you as well, and don’t worry about it as Harry will find a way though we have been getting a bit frisky as much as we have been working on school stuff and reading ahead, but there is so much I want to tell you still mum,” Hermione said as she felt the comforting arms around her even as they both smirked at the simultaneous squeezing and snuggling they gave each other. “Harry is really important as well as some other things we didn’t bring up, but that can wait for later though he is a bit more than just well off as we found out after we started dating though you knew when we were trying to get to the kissing phase, and that took a bit more effort than I had originally thought that it would. Still it was worth it in the end before we had more difficulty thanks to the Dursley’s remaining influence though he no longer believed he was the unworthy freak they tried to make my Harry believe he was, and that doesn’t even go into their other issues they tried to put on my master. I wish we could do something about it, but the past is the past, and it is not as if Harry doesn’t have enough dirt on them to ruin them when things happen.”

The two continued to hug even as the other girls joined in on the hug with the three girls smirking as they also copped a feel of the mother and daughter as Vincent got his keys and other things ready. They agreed he looked good in the robes though they also felt that he had been wonderful eye candy on the beach especially when they had walked together, but they had been half-interested in getting Harry into the almost nonexistent bottoms that rivaled some of the bikini bottoms they had worn. All of them had ben amused by Dora’s effect on the men and women as much as the women that had hungrily inspected both their lover and Hermione’s father though they had all enjoyed the attention especially Hermione as she had taken time to accept she wasn’t a bookworm with no attractive qualities her former tormenters had called her, but she had enjoyed when Harry had been over considering the looks they gave him.

As Vincent stood near the door as they continued their bit of female bonding, Vincent was calming down from what June had done to him, but it was easier with her under the robes than how the outfit had made his clothing a bit too tight. He knew they were all attractive though June was enough to make him collapse some days, and May had thoroughly taken advantage of him the previous night though he was not complaining, but he had spent the time they were gone coming to grips that his daughter was growing into a woman as ball aching as her mother while her friends were eye catchers of their own. All of that while his almost adopted son was involved with them all without much issues let alone how they had already begun exploring the lifestyle, but that didn’t take into the fact that he had accepted subconsciously that Harry was the boy his daughter was interested in though he also had the manner to give his wife what he tried to do.

It had been unfortunate that they were both switches as sometimes they needed someone that would really dominate them, but he was trying not to think about that or the blowjob would have only been fun and not something designed to get him through the day until he could ravish June when they returned home. Vincent knew that the drive would be complicated enough as it was given how the girls had practiced flirting and acting alluring on the beach, and he had already tried to forget that Dora had in her real form almost made him feel like a teenager with how blank his mind had gone, but his wife and their lover had gotten his attention easily enough. Their body language also made him well aware that the lot of them were about as open as his wife and her lovers were, and just having to see whatever games they were doing as he drove would be hellish without the fact that he doubted that the lights would last long enough for June to drain him to clarity though he hoped they wouldn't be overly cruel as he transported them to their shopping destination.

The three ladies all thought Hermione and June were sexy enough to want to be between her thighs, but Dora had so far not showed off her amazing lactation trick or that she had managed to make it almost as strong as the aphrodisiac that Harry’s ancestors knew once was popular in the Middle East though Alice suspected some had ended up in England a bit before the turn of the century from a journal she had found that had been very explicit in its accounts of the late explorer in sexual understanding. As for Anne, she was precocious as all get out with plenty of wandering hands especially over Alice as well as some other women though both had not succumbed to the need with the boys in Surrey to any real degree though Alice had amusingly confessed to teasing some to get what was needed, and the four women were determined to aid their master in everything though there was some dissention in what to do with those animals he used to live with where Alice had been adamant that Petunia receive the same sentence Arabella had though Harry had resisted fucking her even in her new body. Alice and Anne had their own notions on their master having not turned both into sex craving playthings especially as then Harry could make them useful without contemplating that the procedure rendered anything remotely sexual arousing no matter the original kinks and squicks the person had.

As he drove the roads, Vincent felt delighted that the girls had managed to not have their hands in his view or kissing as they went; although from how he felt the aroma increase in the auto, he had no doubt they were taking advantage of their clothing to play a bit. So far June hadn’t picked up one of the improved egg vibrators though she had mentioned possibly acquiring a vibrating pager so he could call and have her feel how he missed her when on different schedules, and they were training more on sight so they didn’t have to always rotate for conferences to ensure the practice was covered. Her actions as he drove was bad enough to make him grateful that they had played worse games, and he had training though being a dentist was better than some of his past even though he found it relaxing to recall some circumstances especially when he had suffered having a woman blowing him while a gun was pointed at his head as he had done a bit of grey work.

The rest of the drive wasn’t that bad with that in mind, and Vincent had been grateful that things like that were no longer part of his life though their side jobs were almost as stimulating, but compared to that he could function when his wife was blatantly flashing him while teasing him though in such a way that those driving near them would not know. Europe was a bit less repressed than some places their conventions had taken them to there were some things that would still cause problems, and Vincent preferred certain parts of his past to stay that way. He had done some unsavory things that had eventually led to their attempts before and after their darling daughter to fail, but he wanted a better life for Hermione than that; although, he suspected that her will and demeanor would possibly lead her into their side business at some point.

He had never been a spy though he had done some work in government services before meeting June again, and both had when at first meeting again not recognized each other since it had been so long, but it had been a pleasant shock though Vincent did feel somewhat better that Harry and Hermione seemed inclined to last. Considering he was practically and should have been their adopted son, he had less worries about Harry as his son-in-law than some others that he had seen. Thankfully, their friendship had rendered those that would have sniffed around too intimidated to do so, and the closeness was there that would only have been tighter if they had shed blood together, but as her father, Vincent hoped that would be years away though the world was becoming more violent than he would like for his daughter’s wellbeing.

So after a drive where he had managed to will the tease induced arousal down that tempted him anytime he looked anywhere except ahead where June’s earlier ministration had barely helped even as his lovely wife used a trick to ensure that even if he hadn’t had his balls drained to almost aching that it would be somewhat manageable, Vincent was thankful that Hermione directed them to a quasi-appearing car park a bit from their destination, and while they were not poor by any means, parking was overpriced in the area, which was in part why anyone in the vicinity tended as in other major cities to take advantage of public transportation. It contrasted his time in other places where such was a luxury and after seeing wide-open spaces where it was almost hours of driving between settled areas, Vincent had enjoyed his comforts of easy access to supplies and things, but at least he hadn’t been sent to the most remote places on earth in his time in government services. There was a reason that people clustered about as much as they wanted privacy, and nipping down to the corner store was nice compared to some areas where it was a good trek to get supplies while also having the space to roam about, but transportation did raise prices almost as much as other things, which had him almost banging his head at the new calculations Harry had their expenses and finances run through since some magic user had sufficiently grandfathered in enough restrictions to make a modern accountant feint at the lack of any real money being sent to governments either local or national.

That had been an eye opener for Vincent as it explained why the wizards were so detached as their taxes were for magic based things almost nonexistent, but even with higher ones on muggle items there was sufficient percentages where most within the system would have lived as rich and comfortable people, and he had been informed by Hermione about the exchange rate that had made him want to shudder as it had allowed the goblins excessive control over the economy on the surface. During the whole trip and since earlier in the summer, Vincent had begun to suspect that Harry had been turning his gardening and other chore business into something bigger though the children if they didn’t even look it anymore had the intelligence to succeed before it had a chance to be stamped out into the conformity of the typical education system. He had realized that they were reading things several grade levels ahead of where they were in starting traditional college courses though he suspected that university level was not far off, but Harry had both the common sense and intuition that made one think of either fictional self-made billionaires or their reality equivalents, and Vincent had been picking cues up since being informed that Harry had a car waiting to transport him to Surrey that wealth had additionally been inherited.

“Not that it matters considering that I don't doubt that boy of ours would fail if he put his mind to it, and without the magic distractions there is little doubt that he would be cackling as he crushed the American rising giants though he probably has invested in the developing technologies now that I think about it,” Vincent muttered as he locked the car as the robes concealed the attire that had left him achingly close to needing relief again though he was grateful that it was unflattering enough that he didn’t see the curves that had been imprinted in his mind at the beach though he could recall the feel of his wife without conscious thought after all these years since she had remained the figure of feminine beauty that he adored all this time. “Still the robes thankfully are letting my pulse drop though even as concealing as they are I can't help but know what is under them. They are somewhat comfortable especially the charms that Hermione mentioned were on them, but I will admit that they make one less likely to enjoy watching such beautiful women leave or the fact that I am walking behind them at the moment. It may be a bit of a throwback, but women look wonderful in skirts though jeans have their own appeal especially now that women tend not to squat to pick things up like they did with full-length dresses on, and I will admit that June in tight jeans bending over always gives me blood flow problems that we both tend to enjoy soon after. All of that aside, I can see why things are traditional since robes like those are unflattering, and I did see what passes for dress robes, which I find more agreeable than this, but I can still recall what they looked like before that though my mind just knows that the man that is practically my son is going to be getting some enthusiastic greetings, while I can't begrudge the happiness he has at all considering how miserable I was at his age.”

Vincent knew that he was rambling a bit in his mutterings, but the robes had been parted enough that the women had tortured him with their arousal all over the drive, but he could understand the girls being eager to see Harry even his wife, as their almost adopted son was dominant enough to scratch her need to be topped. Things like that were not really bothering him considering that he understood his own limits and there was little he was not happy about in his life considering that June and May had been frequently trying to kill him, but what a way to go. With all of that in mind, he had nothing to complain about, and they were all happy, which was a good thing even as they exited the parking area that he heard Hermione saying had been set up by muggleborns a good while back before the station in fact had been completed since storing horses had been bothersome at that time.

They had just started down the road seeing a decent looking record shop, and Vincent was following along though he was somewhat at ease that those seeing them didn’t pay attention to the robes they were wearing, but he could feel the vibe of the place that seemed nice enough for them to stay. Of course, he was gaining the opinion that the British wizards were a bit more prudish than their counterparts though given that Fleur was a witch that it was perhaps something in the area that left them so resolved, but Vincent had heard enough snippets of conversation to grasp the place as a quasi-Victorian era state with all that involved. They had seen a realistic one and visited an out of the way manor that was run as a properly Victorian era hotel that had enough eroticism to leave them eager for more especially as the staff were full use, but some of that trip had left him having trouble recalling what all had happened, and June had been happy enough afterwards for him to not push too much though he had enjoyed watching her play the dominating mistress for a few of the maids, which had been achingly arousing to see though it had ended quite well in the end.

Vincent shook his head and continued to keep pace though his mind was still pushing the memories of the mirror teasing and he could mentally see what June had been doing next to him even as he recalled that she was wearing a dress that molded to her flesh under that robe. There had been a decent place for some food on the return if Wizarding cuisine was not to taste, and he was wondering how Harry would react to the plan that the ladies had, but he was smart enough not to pry as well as sure that no matter what happened that it was better than either having blue balls or them drained to the point of agony. Some of the things he had picked up on were not making him feel safe with the world his princess was involved in, but considering their morally grey to outright illegal activities there was little, he could say that wouldn’t make him a hypocrite, which was something he chose not to be a long time ago. Still the smile on her lips as Hermione looked back at him made him absent minded, and Vincent smiled in kind as it was obvious that Harry had become the man in her life even more than he was entwined with June in both passion and friendship, but a part of him was sad that fate had smiled on her more than they had with his own life even though things worked out so nicely when all was said and done.

Making their way into the pub, Hermione had been so excited she forgot that they were supposed to need to help her parents past the repelling charm, but her sharp mind missed the importance of that as she saw the sign that Harry had obviously left when he passed through earlier. She had met Tom the barman when McGonagall took the muggleborn orientation tour around, but at the time she had wondered why with what Harry had already started teaching her that he had not been present, and she had not heard of the legendary Boy-Who-Lived until then. Having a Harry Potter as a friend, and from what she read bared no resemblance to him, Hermione had dismissed the odd coincidence, but she had suspected that if they were both magical perhaps it was different magic that didn’t mix or something as simple as she had her accidental magic discharges while Harry had been so in control thus not showing up until he was older. It had been hell not being able to tell him, and she had planned to see if he reacted to her wand in a future visit so she could confide in her best friend.

They sampled the food that Harry had set aside for them as well as giving her parents time to adjust with a quick drink as well, and just as quickly they were making their way through the pub towards where the entrance was to Diagon alley, but before either of her parents commented on the filthy alley, Hermione had her wand out and tapping the bricks before they knew it. She felt a smirk adorn her face as they beheld the alley, and while she knew they were not as awe inspired as she had been before, there was still something about it that was nice in a change from the hustle and bustle as things hadn’t changed here in a while possibly even ignoring the times when the city burned, but overall it was nowhere the same feel of cosmopolitan as outside London was. Not that Hermione blamed them as she recalled that they had to appear as natives and not tourists unless her parents went with an accent, which they could fake a bit too well though she had never tried to dwell on it or the strange speech her daddy had slipped into from time to time.

“Sorry about this, I really am daddy, but just try blending in though things don’t seem as impressive now as even a year back,” Hermione said in a low voice as they walked past the apothecaries and the noises involved there. “We will need to head up a bit to the bank, and then we need to either exchange money or otherwise get some for our use here since they don’t take paper money though France was a bit easier on that than here. I hope that Harry thought ahead as he did at the pub so things go smoothly, but remember that the goblins are a mostly martial society and things should go all right. I do regret not popping in earlier to do this, but I used up my Gold Galleons when we were vacationing, and I didn’t want to hassle Harry to exchange some at the time since he was being the boyfriend and paying for things. Still I doubt that things will go badly, and I think that my little accident in potions might be profitable enough, but Harry set a vault aside for that since having one particular oil with those properties is almost as much of a money maker as something to keep it up.”

“That’s alright princess, I understand what you are saying, and I am not upset that you and the boyfriend have been getting into business together,” Vincent said as he felt a twitch of a smirk try to form as he recalled that Harry did seem the sort to be both mad inventor and phenomenal salesman since he had that presence about him that swayed people. “Honestly, I expected him to convince us to adopt him before now, but having him as a future son-in-law is good as well. I do appreciate the sit-rep though next time I suppose I should do some more research on my own since you did get that need from both your mother and I, but it is a good thing to see opportunity when it is there. At least I am not overly contemplating introducing people here to forced dentistry in both meanings, but Tom could use some help though I thought there were potions for that.”

As they made their way to the bank, Vincent settled into listening to the thorough disgorgement on the magical equivalent to dentistry, and it was not as pleasant as he had hoped. The rich had potions that kept the breathe fresh as well as cleaned the teeth similarly to a sonic toothbrush with the cleaning that his office would do, but it seemed that those not so up there could not afford some of those treatments past that basic potion or things went wrong. There was so much to learn here, and he was still having the knee jerk reaction of missing his once familiar friend, but walking down these streets with a weapon that was not medieval would be a bad thing let alone a full rock and roll gun, which didn’t make him remember his past a bit too much for comfort.

Mostly they had been spending as much time fucking like teenagers as they had going out while the girls had sleepovers, but Vincent found that the killings were as easy as ever now even as some of the more graphic ones had left both of them worked up to almost screwing at the scene though they managed to make it to their hotel after sanitizing the era and dropping the corpses to be pig food, and it was not as if the girls suspected things except the thin walls at times when they got going. There were things they were trying again though June had discussed some fantasies that had been too hardcore for them earlier on, but the number of times he wanted to strangle rapists for thinking that all submissive women wanted to be raped had lost count, and there was a difference between the fantasy of that loss of control and the real thing. At times he wished there was a way to be sure, and they had managed to avoid getting into breaking up a scene that a woman had arranged where she was practically gang raped harshly, but Vincent had looked at her and with some conferring with June realized it had been roleplaying though a bit extreme to most.

As long as it was really consensual, Vincent didn’t care what people did to be happy, but sometimes their fantasies were too far for him, and he was still trying to figure out who disappeared a former teacher that Hermione had that it seemed had been sniffing around with dubious intentions in mind. He knew the fantasy of the perfect neighborhood was often marred with something from arguing families to other things, but no matter how hard they tried sometimes things slipped through to dirty things. June had watched him being dominated by a group of women as much as he had seen her in the same state, which they had both enjoyed immensely though it had been extreme at times though having June playing with both he and May could be very thrilling. Unfortunately, as the impressive view of Gringott’s came into view, Vincent was able to push the thoughts away to do a threat assessment, and unlike the wizards that seemed mostly as dangerous as the most buzzed civilian, the goblins were screaming at his remaining military training that they were not thugs but far more intimidating.

It made him feel a bit better that they were guarding the gold though the enmity between wizards and goblins seemed long existent though he would have to investigate that more or be ready to kiss or otherwise distract June from her ranting on it, but no matter how Hermione had seemed to try to whack him with a tree branch that she was no longer his little girl there was no way he was going to kiss her in that manner. If they were closer in age or she a bit older there would be fewer issues, but the one that really stuck out to him was that, his princess had her prince even if he was master to many attractive women as it was. Not that he begrudged Harry for life dropping gold in his lap after the repeated kicks to his at the time un-dropped balls, but part of him squished the whispered fantasies June had shared with him about what to do when their daughter and surrogate son had become teenagers completely in need of releasing their urges, and the goblins were distracting enough that he had to stop muttering about should have brought a good proper knife on him.

He didn’t notice the way that made the goblins reassess him though Vincent would be twitching to know he failed to detect the blades on the girls though his mind was still trying to view wands as weapons though he had been picking up the horrible placement on the wizards on the street during their walk. It was simply the fact that the girls had slipped into a mental blind spot such that he was unable to imagine that two of the four were already racking up their kill count while his princess and her pet were soon to start with the kind of memorable one that even the most pacifist people would be inclined to gut with a rusty saw. All in all, things seemed to be running smoothly, and he knew that the girls were slightly distracted with trying to hone their ability to detect their dominant, but part of his mind was torn between memories and possibilities, which were not necessarily not going to occur.

Besides that, he had been trying along with June to have another child though even the doctors were confused on why it was not working already; however, he was beginning to wonder if his ancestor’s rambling about being cursed could be true, but that would take more research, and his balls quivered in terror at what June did when her own research had results. How Harry handled four of them at the least with that mindset along with the chemistry of celebratory sex was not something he planned to dwell on, but Vincent was relaxed that they didn’t have to exchange money as he listened to how the system screwed both sides since this was not a modern bank in some ways, and being in debt with the goblins was worse than debtors prison in the past. Indentured servitude seemed legal here; although, given the concessions the goblins had made in dealing with wizards as well as the mutual disrespect shown, Vincent could see why sticking it to the human would be of interest to goblins.

Still he managed not to respond to the causal manner that his daughter was already on her way to becoming financially independent on her own discovery, while the completely civil goblin unlike the sneering ones dealing with others tried to avoid drawing other attentions to them, but they did whisper in their own language as well as English, which had let him overhear that his past military exploits were known, and that made him want to twitch before plastering a pleasant smile on his face as they headed towards the vaults. Hermione had snickered instead of extracting the money here for what supposedly was a nominal fee, but convenience fees were a slippery slope to finding that the reasonable fee was damaging, and the twinkling eyes reminded him of when he had coerced his princess to ride a rollercoaster though Harry had managed that with one look even before they had become this close. As the cart took off, Vincent stopped repressing the glee at the speed he felt even if he wasn’t whooping like the girls were even June was almost cackling in enjoyment, but to the remarkably conservative at time wizards that seemed to despise speed outside of a broom under their control, it had to be annoying though he suspected that the goblins might tweak things to get their digs in when they had the chance probably claiming there was only one speed or something similar.

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They met up near Gringott’s with Harry grateful that the robes had been worn, as otherwise Vincent would have to deal with bothersome questions as they made their way towards Flourish and Blott’s as no one in Knockturn read Lockhart books outside of the humor value. The amount of things on creatures that were wrong was shocking as well as the fact that if he had found a way to shift a werewolf back to human form that he would have had assassins after his ass as well as never having the time to look as good as it appeared he was obsessed by being pretty. Finding the whole series by the man on the booklist had made Harry suspect that either it was a very hormonal yet underappreciated witch or the man himself was planning to use the Hogwarts requirements to make money as well as other such things.

At the moment he was hoping for the later as it would give Hermione one truly worthy kill despite being an incompetent that had charisma, and more importantly that with the curse on the position that he would be more overlooked even though Harry believed he was the sort of ass that needed to be removed almost as bad as the uncaring sop called romantic musicians, but from the pictures Lockhart as well as with his name would have been better at romance novels, and given the amount of words wasted in the one book he had read before cracking up to describe his appearance that the man was in it for the pussy. Harry couldn’t fault the man for that or how he took money from suckers as it was a moral imperative to remove the money from them before someone else did, but he would do better writing blatant fiction in the muggle world than be the heartthrob of both pre and barely pubescent girls and middle aged housewives that needed their husband to actually remember he was supposed to fuck them occasionally as they wanted to still be laid as the phrase went. Still heroes were supposed to in stories get the girls so he could use his popularity to be knee deep in eager pussy, but the way he went onto details of his hair and minor things such as how perfect his nails looked while fighting had made Harry want to simply give him a boot to the balls then one firmly up his pretty boy ass.

Still this was Hogwarts day as it was the day most came to get supplies, and he had the sinking feeling that even though Cissa warned him that Lucius would do something stupid today, while he hadn’t had the chance to break Draco of his idiocies though his lessons last year should have at least started at that. He was at the moment trying to project a subtle aura given how Molly was looking at him in the midst of being in a group hug with four attractive girls while they all could feel the glare that Ginny managed as his face was obscured by the freely flowing locks of his once far more bushy haired lover and friend. Harry ignored that and drank in their scent as he felt them pressing their bodies to him to both feel him as well as let their bodies enjoy being close once more though their noses were similarly trying to burn his scent into their memories.

“Hello Hermione, it has been a while, and I have missed you as well Dora, but really Alice I thought Hermione was the more emotional cousin, while Anne I am glad you didn’t try to tackle me like you used to do,” Harry said with a smile as Hermione slid to the side as Dora took her place in this case his head went to resting between her breasts though their bodies shielded them from either Molly or Ginny noticing and thus glaring even more at them. “So how have you all been then? I know that Vincent and June are around here as well, and I hope that the goblins were not as rude as they usually are, but considering how Binns seems inclined to skew history that is understandable.”

“Hello Harry, we have missed you though you are right that I thought Anne would have tackled you, but it is not as if you didn’t put on even more muscle this summer,” Hermione said as he was being enthusiastically hugged with the others likewise taking advantage of the robes to cop feels and give him a horizontal lap dance. “So how was staying with the Twins? Did they try to actually win a prank war after what happened the last time or were you having too much fun practicing Quidditch? Was there any real problems or did Ronald actually behave without the teachers being there to get involved? I have been fine and finished my readings though we had plenty of fun as well, and I cannot believe Dora never had a proper sleep over, but then again that does make some sense.”

“Well it is not surprising to see you like this Harry though I had hoped you would stop by more this summer as there were things that I thought we could work on together,” Vincent said as the girls made room so that the boys could give their manly hugs. “The girls were making things interesting, but it is not as if I haven’t been out numbered before though I heard you had the opposite experience the past few weeks. Still my girls have been wondering how today would go and the goblins were rather nice compared to some corporate types let alone the patients can be, but now isn’t a time to gripe about work and other issues. At least we don’t have to worry about clothes shopping I hope.”

“I wouldn't say that as the girls might want more clothes as well as new school robes, Vincent, and it is not as if the school gives a choice on the matter,” Harry said as he released the hug only to have June give him a motherly hug including lifting him up though he was still a growing boy even though he had added a good bit of weight from the hard exercise yet he knew she could hold her own from past experiences. “It is good to see you again as well June, and now that we have our money we can get to the shopping though I refuse to play doll for you all to dress up. Unfortunately, it looks like a line is already forming at Flourish and Blott’s so that might be a bit of a bother when we get there unless we want to wait for people to clear out. Not that I doubt that would be a while given the line, but you know how things like that are elsewhere.”

“That he does, Harry, and it is good to see you again as well,” June said as she gave him a look that made him well aware she wished that Molly wasn’t there so she like the girls would have kissed him senseless at seeing him again. “Now I suppose we can avoid having the girls or even me playing dress up with you while shopping, but I know that the bookshop is going to attract all of our attention. Besides, the library at home could do with some additions, and between you all then we would have a good idea on what to add. As it is, we wouldn't want to get things you planned to loan Hermione or the others though sometimes having additional copies are a good thing, and there are some old books we need to go through still that have been in storage for decades. Still I suppose the bookstore will be a good thing since some of the regular supplies were already picked up.”

“Mum means we have the potions kits including what seems to normally only be bought by the Slytherins with some of our housemates adding it in later years from what Penny told us, and that doesn’t really change as Dora has told us,” Hermione said swinging into a hug with both her mother and Harry while her face was alight in glee as the past few weeks had been frustrating even with the other girls going between studying, working and playing including how she had been getting pounded once their last discussion ended. “Now then the books are tempting and I suppose I can be a little obsessed though it was lucky that we had enough to buy those before going to the bank. The goblins were agreeable though I think they were a bit more tolerant since I suppose they are paranoid enough to investigate since you are such a prominent customer, while my splash has so far not been too dangerous. Still daddy we will need to talk at some point since I know that whatever happened you wouldn’t want to talk about especially to your little girl, but goblins are warriors and they respected you as such; therefore, whatever you didn’t want to talk about or possibly couldn’t talk about was impressive to them as such.”

“Definitely something to talk about in the future though I can understand not wanting to talk about things done in service to the crown, Vincent, that had to be done no matter how distasteful, but I am Ravenclaw enough to have done some investigations of my family, and there has been enough defenders as well as warriors in my family that I would be willing to listen though probably by the tone Hermione used when we are older and probably over something far more potent than either butterbeer or other drinks that are not strong enough to curl toes,” Harry told Vincent in a low enough voice that Molly didn’t really overhear though the commotion was enough to allow some discretion in things. “You don’t want to talk about it now or in the near future, but this place no matter how civilized is still medieval enough that might can still make right more often than not, and I promise you that Hermione will be as safe as possible though there is no way that someone as precious as your daughter would not be protected though given the magical beings and some considered beasts this is more at times that wild animals were a more constant danger thus defense against them. I know that what happened wouldn’t make you a pacifist and that you would defend your family with your life, and I hope that conviction is there for me and my friends since I have the feeling you will see that this is nowhere near the perfect place McGonagall so inaccurately described. Still I think that Alice and Anne lucked out enough to avoid that introduction thanks in part to luck and I hope that things today don’t completely disillusion you. Now as loathe as it is to accept try not to let Arthur there know what you do for a living as no matter how open he seems there are still some issues he has as well as the fact that unknowing ignorance can be as bad as willful ignorance, and with the robes there is less chance to be overly bothered about ordinary things that didn’t make sense.”

“Sorry to intrude on your conversation, but Harry is right about Mr. Weasley from what I know though some is from complaining my mother did, and willful ignorance is a bit too kind for what the establishment thinks though he wouldn't be cruel about it there are some here that would treat you as a barely civilized animal while Hermione would be one that had been trained to do tricks,” Dora said slipping away from Harry enough to be aware of how impressive Vincent’s control was despite the robe preventing her from overly rubbing against him. “There was only one problem and that is Muggle Studies is a century behind and that Quirrell was the teacher before this last year, and he had never really interacted with people, while Mr. Weasley does live nearby there is the fact that for the Ministry’s expert on Muggle existence there is so much he overlooks though he does think things are a bit strange to him, but at least there is no worry that he would accidentally shoot his head off even though he doesn’t grasp the simplest things such as what a rubber duck is for. He is a nice enough person from what I know, but he is obsessed with trying to understand without learning properly about things, and due to the nature of the prejudice, I doubt that they would even listen, which is why purebloods with no real knowledge teach it and supposedly legislate what is and is not possible. Anything in the past century would be unacceptable in both history in general and this society in particular, but the worst is that the establishment indoctrinates to close mindedness, and thus why Harry is important to be friends with even without the other things.”

“Dora is right daddy that things are not what they seemed, and at best think a bit more developed than what it appears around us, which gives you a clue on the mindset even without the one generally not spoken complication,” Hermione said moving to whisper in her daddy’s ear as she took advantage to hug him close despite the propriety though the mass greeting allowed them to get away with some things. “All of that is why I insisted on the robes as they would treat you similarly to natives when the empire was colonizing. Things are complicated and legacy matters almost as much as the more entitled would act though with a twist of the blood being magically active. Now let’s make our way to Flourish and Blott’s before we have things get out of hand, and so far we can pass us off as school friends and family meeting up with Harry though I will say that I am in no way ashamed of you as some are eventually enticed to be, but I cannot and will not allow them to look down on you, daddy.”

“It is probably for the best, Vincent and I am not ashamed either, but people see what they want to see and considering Alice has shown magic we can probably spin things a bit to keep both of you safer, which does nothing for the bigotry that is here,” Harry said as he tried to convey the problem and move things along before speaking louder. “It is good to see all of you again, but we should make our way to the bookstore before the line gets too long. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley these are some friends of mine, and they have some family at school this year. I know this isn’t the best of introductions, but the crowd would be troublesome if things get complicated, and I appreciate that Bill had managed to reinforce the wards around the Burrow in the past or I would have had more worry about bothersome pests. So please try not to draw too much attention, and you know how things could have gone with Tom before though he has more sense than some.”

“Well now this is a pleasure to meet, you I am Arthur Weasley and this is my family, my wife Molly, my sons Percy, Fred, George and Ron, and this is my precious and only daughter Ginny,” Arthur said as he shook Vincent’s hand while Molly looked them over. “I do understand Harry though I know you don’t like the attention even if Ron has some issues still it seems, but you are nothing like Lucius or his son. Unfortunately, I have some stops of my own though meeting up at Flourish and Blott’s would work, and you are right that the line will probably take some time to get through so I have time enough for my quick errand. I had originally planned to meet with my family later, but it seemed prudent to be here this time, and with that said I should be going now.”

“Pleasure to meet you Arthur, I am Vincent and this is June though we will talk more later when you are not as pressed for time,” Vincent said giving the man a second shake before he looked about to leave. “Still I have to say that I do think of Harry like a son and am most grateful for allowing him to stay with you, while I would be most annoyed that someone decided to try to limit his development. We were fairly upset to find out that things had been bad for him, but we had stayed out of the recent troubles so were a bit shocked at how things had turned out. Considering what happened, I would have thought that there would have been a scuffle for someone to foster Harry at least, but he is happy now which is all that matters now I suppose, while we were never into politics enough to seek half the troubles this young man has had to deal with even before attending school.”

“Yes, it was rather shocking though it seems that things as you said work out while the boys were rather quiet on things even as the general rumors had him raised in the lap of luxury and privilege,” Arthur said as he felt a firmness remain in their linked hands that showed that Vincent was a father he could respect though it seemed Molly’s promises might just be dreams given how close the two were from what he could see. “We were told he was safe though there are other rumors that I didn’t pay attention to before. Still it seems that the twins are friends with him while the other two seem to be a bit less interested. Unfortunately, work has been leaving me bothered lately with far too little time to think let alone keep an eye on them especially with Molly around to mind the children.”

He gave his wife and his two youngest a glance over before looking back to how Harry was practically being smothered with the hugs he was receiving, and Arthur began having to contemplate on how to ease things for Ginny since it appeared that Harry had prospects that were more akin to being betrothed than just friendship. It was nice that Harry as the Scion and future Head of House Potter as the Lord Potter was not anything similar to how he had heard Lucius’s son was from his children, and he had not been ignorant of the general mutters his youngest son had about Harry, but Arthur was reluctant to shatter his views of the world even without taking Ron’s insecurities and other issues into account. His children were raised in a time when the Potter was not about subtly restrained from showing how thoroughly that house wielded their power and influence though it was more with the precision of a skilled duelist than the savagery of his unfortunate fellow ministry worker McNair, but he disliked that once suspected Death Eater especially as he continued being close friends with Malfoy, and there was no love lost between Weasley or Malfoy families for reasons that he had refrained from informing the younger children about.

Unfortunately, Arthur was worried that the numerous lessons he had left to his wife to provide while he was busy gaining enough galleons to support them had not been the best, but the Potters had traditionally been fair or they would have been reduced even more than the two travesties in their past had done, and it seemed that Ronald was antagonizing someone that he knew that his son should not do. For some reason his son seemed inclined to the Slytherins were evil since the Malfoys were there, and he had neglected to inform him about the reasons for how the Malfoys had helped their family decline, but a few generations back what was left had been gabled away until they had needed to take loans from various people both House Black from his family that had been somewhat complicated with his ancestry, while the land had been granted into the Potter Trust to keep it from being lost. The Blacks had been Slytherins for centuries though they were notoriously sinister to those that were either not close family or allied, but he vaguely recalled that Molly’s family had somewhat of a similar reputation, and her brother had not been the most kind of people though his sons’ pranks were nowhere as traumatizing.

As he tried to focus on it, Arthur found his mind shied away from the bad things that the Prewitt family were known for especially the amount of questionable skirts that they chased and caught, but his eyes were away so none of them saw the momentary haze before he was looking back at the children without the conflicting emotions showing anymore on his face. He couldn’t even really wondering why any of his children had problems in potions since their mother had been such a potion princess, but even that too slipped from his mind as Molly had methodically ensured she was beyond suspicion, and it was not as if she had been happy that her potions had been lacking leaving her body to have lost the youth other witches retained. Besides, Arthur coped in his own way even if his eccentricities had increased, and he had once had a decent sex life though the potions hadn’t completely reduced his or her libido even though it had left them aging prematurely for magicals, but it had been so short of a pause that no one really noticed the look as they were preoccupied with the girls trying to become one with Harry with hugging at the moment.

“I know how that can be at times though I don’t want to know details having as many kids with schooling as well as the general lack of pay your position receives from what I know,” Vincent said as he had come a bit close to his daughter and wife in devouring what little information they had which given how McGonagall had glossed over things was a very good thing even without the things that were either considered common knowledge or hoarded by families similar to Harry’s had been. “Life is often enough complicated with nothing being as simple as we would like, but there are advantages to the complexity, and things have worked out well enough I suppose though I worry about how things will be for him in a few years considering some things I have heard. Still Harry is happy and I suppose that matters a bit more than things being simple or easy, but I don’t envy him with the fame or worry about having people who are friendly with him and not the fame or heritage. There is also the fact that somehow he manages to be both skilled in normal man things such as working with his hands on things and somehow still cooking special meals besides grilling, but I think part of that was self-defense since so many of his friends are girls and chocolate helps certain things, and it certainly helped things out though his life is a bit the opposite of yours with all the sort of sisters that he has.”

As the potions and other things settled, Arthur was a bit slower to think over things, but he still shuddered at the idea of that many girls around when that happened, and the prematurely aging father paled a bit as he realized that his little princess would be going through that though even the mischievous twins were less inclined to bother her for her retaliations. Being the youngest and only girl didn’t save her from pranks, but as with the rest besides Percival it seemed there had been give and take more than things being one sided, and Arthur was dealing with the notion of a man cooking since it was rather foreign to his current worldview. They had also been subconsciously ignoring the issues that were being hashed out between Molly and June though it was obvious that the woman disapproved of many things, and most were things she had done at the very least if not happily and frequently done so, but Molly was more upset about the girls congregating around Harry as well as the closeness considering that she had gone to some effort to separate Luna from Ginny so that opportunities or temptations even for practicing would not occur.

Arthur focused to the girls around Harry though he was confused by why the two women were acting as they were, but he had other things to do though the preparations for the raid on Malfoy Manor in particular were already known, and Harry himself knew as well as passed word so Bella would not be there when it happened. It was obvious given the associates of that family were already being raided, but the general lack of competency in several parts of the Ministry did allow Arthur to function as much as he had even though he couldn’t recall why he was interested in muggle things or several other things to be honest. He felt the scene for the most part heartening that as an orphan who it sounded had been denied a loving family that now, Harry had such a familial bond even if it was with other people, but Arthur was wondering about things that he had heard before the compulsions slid them aside, and he focused on his necessary tasks even as subtle damage occurred once more.

“I can see where that came from though Ginny is a bit of a tomboy having so many brothers and the way that affects things, but that lesson is one I wished I knew earlier though things could always be worse,” Arthur said as he had recalled the more emotional times though Molly was still emotional at times given the howlers she had sent the twins in the past as well as how close they came this past year with Ron’s actions. “Still I need to get going though I could have seen about rescheduling, but some things don’t wait even though it is supposed to be my day off. Molly would be upset about mentioning it more even though the children know, but there have been some raids on less savory criminal elements that I have been helping with, and even though I can't be an Auror or such anymore, I still like to help. Besides, it has been years in the making in trying to get the more radical and intolerant remnants from what they managed to walk away with minimal punishment for during the troubles, but I have to admit that I really had been hoping to get something on the Malfoys as they are known for their deeds, which is only exasperated by the inability to actually prove they did them that has been the issue. Just try not to worry about that as the alley is relatively safe, and even that sort are unlikely to start things in public always preferring doing so from the shadows and behind concealment.”

Vincent thought on that for a bit as he tried not to twitch as June looked as if she really wanted to lay into Molly and not in the pleasant ways either, but he was rather impressed that she was reining in her reactions even with Harry right there as that woman tried to portray him as a child. He didn’t all know what had happened to Harry growing up, but Vincent was sure that his future son-in-law was more mature than Molly could handle, which was probably part of the problem. Hermione had told both he and June about their mutual friends, and the twins were a good sort if mischievous, while Ronald was a babied boy that had no understanding of things given how mollycoddled he was by Molly.

He didn’t let the amusement of that color his face, but Vincent was left to wonder at the nonexistence or non-enforcement of several of the protection acts or an equivalent of services that Harry had been missed though he had picked up on that others were doing so for their own reasons. Harry hadn't really wanted to dwell on the past, which Vincent could sympathize with, but he hoped that the plans he had for the Dursleys would be vicious enough let alone those that had allowed his suffering to occur. He knew that he would have liked to lend a hand with some direct retribution, but Vincent was uncomfortably aware that his daughter’s headmaster had excessive influence on the judicial, legislative and enforcement aspects of this society, which explained why Harry had refrained from raging and leaving the Dursleys in their home with fate to decide if they lived or died.

Personally, Vincent could understand having to be patient, but revenge was a dish best served cold, and Hermione hadn’t hidden that Harry outright owned where they lived let alone having at least majority ownership of where his bully and abusive uncle worked. He was certain that his almost son would have his vengeance even if not necessarily as violently as Vincent would like with watching them bleed out, but being left impoverished, unemployable, and reviled for people that adored conformity as they did would probably be a bitter pill to swallow before the criminal and civil suits were filed including their bully son being tossed into an appropriate facility. Still he supposed that he had mulled things over a bit, and Arthur did have pressing business even if their wives were looking about ready to lay into each other in ways he would rather not see, but even though he had nothing against people with her body type, he would rather not watch if Molly’s actions infuriated the dominant in his wife to make the housewife nuisance kiss her feet.

“Thanks for the advice Arthur, I appreciate the heads up, and I hope things go well for you, but at least you are going to be out of sight if they keep glaring like that,” Vincent said as he gave the subtext a thorough reevaluation and it made him more anxious not to have a weapon on him even with the increasing restrictions on some for civilians. “I don’t know what is clashing between them, but I can guess that Harry is involved especially as June has wanted to adopt him before this. I guess Molly might have issues with that though we both know we can't replace his parents even if we try to help as much as we can, but I am not his father though older brother almost father has been nice, and I always did want a son as well, which has been an impossibility for so long. I suppose I shouldn’t dwell on it, but Harry seems inclined as does Hermione that there might be a family curse involved though they are looking at things, and I didn’t want to mention that we both saw the cauldron before so that and some family stories make me lean to a squib ancestor though that could be bad as well.”

Arthur turned to look at Vincent, and tried not to shudder as the Ministry was relatively firm against the idea of squib lines recovering though some declared after so many generations they were at best mostly muggle with lower standing than a half-blood, but those descendants could carry family magic still though Vincent was right that it could be bad as well. Some families had been utterly vicious with their rivals and cursing a line to be squibs was something a few would do though why Hermione was able to use magic complicated things, but before he overly dwelled on it or formed a favorable opinion on Hermione’s closeness to Harry some of the lingering potion effects made his mind disconnect ideas once more. It was in part why he had become unusable in the Aurors let alone relegated to Misuse of Muggle Artifacts outside of Lucius’s poisoning his hopes for a promotion or better pay.

“They do look nice together though you are right that it could be bad as it would incline their being a feud, but even I don't try to start fights with the Malfoys, and we are still antagonistic at best with each other though,” Arthur said as he managed to burn enough willpower to push some of the whispering compulsions to the side to continue finishing his conversation as he was to meet a ministry contact at a pub to prepare for things, and he knew that they would need a plan and surprises to find anything at Malfoy Manor, but he had the feeling that Lucius had likely began preparing so nothing would be in sight when they got there anyways let alone lacking ward breakers and curse breakers skilled enough to find things; however, all of that didn’t mean that keeping him reacting wasn’t something to do for the eventual break they needed. “Still I need to be off and better you than me as you deal with more ladies around your home than I do or at least without the boys around besides Harry. He didn’t even mind telling me some things about the things in the shed though I did expand it a bit to tinker though he mentioned cars and bikes, but all of this means I would love to ask questions, and just when business is pressing. I do hope that Molly calms down though she did want to meet the author today so that might help as well, but it seems Harry somehow can calm them both down, and I am leaving before Molly drags both of us in once she isn’t distracted.”

“That I can get, but would you look at that, and there is why Harry and Hermione are such good friends since they need someone to look after each other from time to time being as driven as they are even at their age,” Vincent said as he tried not to notice that June was almost purring from watching Harry verbally dominate Molly as well as chastising her for fighting, but he already suspected that besides the girls that Harry would find his wife jumping him as well though she would make it up to him when they got home with or without May’s help so he wasn’t overly concerned by it. “I can recall having to drag Hermione and June out of the library to remember to eat or other projects, but they had to do the same for me on mine, and I can guess that you need to be called from your own shed of solitude. We men need to do things and working with our hands helps us more than the talking the wives believe we need, but then again we also need to destroy things at times as well. I know June can get herself worked up at times, and I love that about her since things are always interesting, but I know there are times we just need to go away and calm down since our personalities can clash at times, which I guess you understand if Molly is half as eager to run things as June can be not that it isn’t enjoyable at times.”

Looking at Molly almost docile standing before Harry as well as how the rest of the girls responded to his presence, Arthur couldn’t help but wish that his superiors had the same mannerism and integrity along with that determination, and he made note that if Amelia Bones ever met him that she would be finding ways to get him first into the Aurors than rising until they had someone respectable and impressive that benevolently and wisely led them without Albus’s eccentricities. He did agree with him on many things, but at times there were questions and his time in the ministry had left him with some paranoia and other issues. Still he wished he could make Molly like that though Arthur could recall the times he had succeeded in derailing her with kisses that progressed until their sons were born, but lately he had been so tired all the time with work and what he needed to do to have enough gold for his family, and that didn’t take into account how Harry had discreetly offered to help when Molly wasn’t around though something was off about that though if Molly annoyed him enough then once declared Lord Potter, their guest could kick them out if not worse things though as long as Sirius Black was in Azkaban and no successor appeared the debt for the construction of the Burrow would remain limited.

If only a Lord Black would be ordained that would recognize his ancestor’s marriage then that sum would be dealt with as well as other things burdening him, but he tried not to think about Sirius or those they met through the Order especially as it seemed it cost Molly her brothers, though he never referred to it as a war when speaking only troubles, which was how he was able to feel better. Arthur knew it had been all but a declared civil war with the Death Eaters planning to expand their actions once the Ministry fell, but there had been those that opposed them back then that had disappeared or otherwise become lost since then, and even back then their enemies had infiltrated the Ministry even the Department, which should have been impossible without the involved dying painfully. He knew that thinking about war was never a good thing, and the Ministry had tried their best to gloss over that period to the incoming muggleborn, but life had been terrifying then even as he knew that he had let Molly do the thinking since he had lost as much as her with a number of his siblings being lost though some remained that didn’t approve of their match, which didn’t help with how he still loved her even after the pain and suffering, the good times and bad let alone the abject horror that had threatened to destroy them all.

“Honestly, I love her, but she can be quite smothering and controlling at times, which is why I haven’t told her that is why our eldest boys are working in foreign countries,” Arthur said as he gave Vincent one last look of commiseration as he managed to escape even after trying not to gape that Molly had just been browbeat by a determined child though he looked so much older than his years. “Still I doubt she will change after all these years; although, Ron likely will remain where there is plenty of food, while I had hoped someone he met at Hogwarts would have made him try harder. The twins are motivated enough to get out into the world, but Molly has her reasons since her brothers died during the troubles. Anyways, since she is calmed enough for now, and I am over the shock at seeing Harry of all kids convince my wife she is wrong about anything, I am going to get my business done without a strong drink since even Dumbledore has to be really convincing to have that happen as that can wait till I am home and able to contemplate what it means.”

With that said, Arthur made his way to his own errand even as the rest of the group headed towards the bookstore, but on getting there the line had increased greatly even as Molly who had managed to repress her being browbeaten by Harry seemed to be acting like a star struck girl, and Harry was grateful at the moment that his hair had grown out enough to hide his lingering scar though somehow it had the ability to catch eyes despite it no longer retaining the curse it had before. There was nothing that they could do about it, and thus they settled down to waiting to get into the store even though none of them save Molly had an interest in Lockhart as none of the girls were interested when they had Harry in their lives. As for Harry, he was annoyed with the whole thing even though he wasn’t showing it that much, and Vincent didn’t know he was restraining from grabbing one of the workers and informing them that he wished to be served now or things would happen.

Raising their rent to bankrupt them was the least he could do, and Harry loathed crowds of idiots, which seemed to be congregating here, but to make matters worse was how he felt the eyes on his face as well as what definition the robes didn’t conceal. Somewhere as with most ventures, the Potters had an interest with certain options, but unlike the Malfoys, they preferred not to need to require immediate service, but this situation was trying enough as it was. Lockhart was already speaking in such a manner that Harry was resisting just reaching out and snapping someone’s neck as easy as he could, but the chattering was enough to make him wish he was outright evil just to make all the horrible people stop talking even if it was to make them scream in agony as they were tortured.

“I am not interested in these books, madam, and I would prefer to be able to go about my business without such bother,” Harry said as he snapped his head to the incessantly babbling woman before his eyes bored into her head as he let enough control to slip to have his eyes glow with magic even as his hair had fluttered back instead of over his eyes as they had been. “My time is far more important than to waste it in this way. Now move aside and let me get my business done! I have no interest in wasting my precious time with you!”

It had unfortunately been enough as Lockhart caught sight of the iconic image as well as the sudden change of the crowd, and before he knew it, Harry was being bothered leaving his guests and his almost adopted father in shock at how things changed. Vincent hadn’t completely understood Harry's loathing of the fame he supposedly had, but seeing the annoying twit shout out upon seeing his almost adopted son’s faint remaining traces of the infant acquired scar as the violent shake of his head had left that part of his forehead visible, and then seeing Harry pushed forward towards this Lockhart fellow even as the occupants of the store acted as if they had suddenly found one of the young princes in the store, well it was an eye opener to him though Vincent was feeling for Harry as the man made more boasts about how both of them would be on the front of the paper. Still he had to continue restraining himself seeing Harry was being manhandled, while his daughter was glaring at Lockhart for touching him as much as he had wanted to glare at the people barring their progression through the store.

He had been a bit confused at the change in how the women were looking at Harry from the interest in him similar to how any one being body model on a romance cover would be looked with the interest in how about we step out to somewhere cozy for a bit to the sort of fame adoration that would say screw propriety and take me here and now. Vincent was a bit shocked by that at the moment though Hermione had tried to explain it to him, but seeing how he was almost as iconized as a religious figure though he supposed that if Hermione had also been right in his abilities in these people’s sport of choice was accurate that he would become a sports star if he wished in this Quidditch; however, none of this explained things in a manner that was as he was seeing. Unfortunately, he was able to tell the moment that Harry comprehended that this man was going to be teaching at Hogwarts, and it was at times like this that he wished that there were better options if this was going to be allowed to teach children, but the look about the man screamed silver-tongued lady’s man until he tired of them, which was why he worried that he was near children or more the older students that could possibly be sweet-talked into some afterhours instructions.

Still he was handling things well, and Vincent didn’t know what he said to make the man become that pale, but he would like to know, as it obviously was impressive. Soon enough Harry was no longer having his hand shook or being inundated with photos, but the women were looking at him as if he was a piece of meat as his robe had moved to be more like a cape letting his outfit be shown including things that Vincent had suspected with how hard he worked. There was the ease that Harry had helped on his bike as well as the car over the years, and despite being in a field where he could afford for people to work on it for him there was the fact that he enjoyed working with his hands outside of people’s mouths, but Harry had shown little signs that he was at least as strong as an adult though the muscles were compact compared to a body builder or weight lifter, while there was power there that he had suspected didn’t hinder the reactions he had seen over the years when a took fell catching it before it hit the ground.

Thankfully for all involved, Harry was soon relaxing after preventing Lockhart from making too much of a scene, but it had been difficult to do considering the personality that reminded him of the term schmuck or was it the concept of the sleazy salesman that he had shuddered at agreeing with Vernon about, and it was not as if he needed the books anyways so he dropped them into Ginny’s cauldron in part to ease things for staying at the Burrow. He was already aware that technically there had been no need both out of the traditions involved as well as Sarah had told him after ensuring that the best damn cocksucker available was doing her best with the second best helping before telling him that he could break the Weasley’s easily as he held the deed for their land and could charge rent such that they were utterly forced to virtually slavery to survive. It had been necessary to calm him down though it had been far less distraught causing than the Pansy issue had been, but he had neglected to tell Hermione about that or the common knowledge that one tended to become enslaved to the goblins if the debt was called in or such, and there was a few things his beloved Hermione was less prone to accept even with her being a wiling servant, slave, pet, and minion to his will.

The shift in air from the door left him with a scent from a particularly remembered hair gel tickling his senses, and Harry tried not to groan as he heard the particularly improper footsteps that Draco Malfoy made when he swaggered, but he had to remind himself firmly that Cissa would be annoyed if he slapped him too much even though she had hinted that she had her own measures that would be in place if he didn’t listen to her advice given this summer. Seeing his face off one of the reflective surfaces especially the sneer present on it, Harry wondered if Bella had been right about Draco needing to either be cursed some more or otherwise put in his place, which given how he had already seemed to think he could do that to Harry’s minions as well as Draco’s supposed pet Pansy had required a lot of positive memories to get those images out of his head. Still as he heard the opening of his supposed rival’s lips, Harry decided to cut off the childish taunt at the source, and to be honest, Draco was far too like fighting an unarmed man in a battle of words for his amusement to form let alone be enjoyed.

“Really now, I had hoped you have though on our last encounter Draco, but it seems that you have not, and were about to say something that once more makes you look a fool since you always seem to open your mouth to prove your lack of intelligence,” Harry said giving the brat a glare as well as preempting what he was now lip reading though he knew that some of Cissa must have been passed on for how quickly he recovered normally. “Still there was a reason you weren’t sorted into Ravenclaw, but as much as I have enjoyed visiting with the twins, I have to say you seem to act more the reckless Gryffindor than the cunning Slytherin you are supposed to be. Hermione at least was able to do some research about our mutual cousins though you have seemed to demonstrate a complete lack of quality one would expect from the blood of House Black, but I doubt you can hold out whatever infantile response has been slowly forming. I can still hope that the months have allowed you to develop at least one decent quip, but I highly doubt it considering the rumors about how things have been at your home.”

Sadly Harry had to almost be grateful that he wasn’t holding his breath with how slowly Draco processed his statements, but he had suspected that the potions used to conceive him had somehow completely neutered the quick wit he had enjoyed with Cissa when her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, and it was not as if Bella had minded her lips distracting both of them at the time. Still he knew better than to try that argument with Ronald, as the wait would have allowed him to eat some food, scoop a girl over his shoulder and still have time to ravish her before plopping her disheveled form down where they both ate again to restore the energy expended. Unfortunately, Ginny would likely have been amused by those thoughts before imagining herself as the girl involved within a few years at most, but Harry wasn’t completely aware of that even though he had the misfortune to have been informed on the precise amount of partners Molly had, and luckily evidence existed that Percival was not the result of her attempts to gain gold from Lucius though that was probably because Dumbledore had facilitated her and his thriving gold from him, which Harry planned to make a truly memorable lesson to the foolish woman though that was before he had to resist counting the times he had to neutralize unwanted potions introduced to his system during his stay already.

Personally, Harry was beginning to suspect that potions or those used during both Draco and Ronald’s infancy hadn’t helped whatever had been taken during the pregnancies, and he made note to have his researchers acquire some disposable test subjects and time compression to make sure there were no complications, but Harry had to wonder if his honey trap collected enough for his needs or if other sources would be acquired. He pushed those thoughts aside as Draco began to recover and he had to steel his mind for the level of idiocy that he was about to here, but Harry had to take solace in that he was not the only one that would have their mind twitching in contemplating the lack of sense being directed about them. There was still Cissa’s hope that something could undo his conditioning, but Harry was planning to squirrel Draco somewhere miserable where enough beatings would make some lessons sink in eventually.

“Really Potter, you can't even go into a bookstore without needing attention and what is this, another fan girl on top of that bucktoothed muggle you hang out with,” Draco said in a voice that failed to convey the emotion he went instead of almost being humorous. “Still I suppose a blood traitor is a step up even if it is a freckled Weasley, but you can do things to them that you can't with a proper pureblood, and unlike you I will eventually need a mistress. The only problem I see is that it would make the little people think that Weasel is actually my rival, but you don’t have family to twist the knife a bit. She may have been trash, but somehow she looked far better than this Weasley, and it is about as close to family as you will ever get though you would all enjoy being poor together.”

Unfortunately it seemed that his dialogue had become less refined with his constant trading barbs with Ronald though Harry suspected that he wasn’t going to be able to use Ronald to draw his attention and get away, but if Lucius was similar to his son than he hoped Arthur returned soon enough to get a diversion, and not just so they could go do some real shopping outside of the oddly hiked prices found in Diagon Alley. So he really was interested in getting away from Molly, and the girls needed real wands though Harry hoped that Hermione was able to have one tailored to properly fit her unlike how he suspected Dora had grown too connected to hers, but he wasn’t going to break it though Harry planned to have any enhancements done that they could since Ollivander was a wand maker not a crafter similar to buying premade clothing and tailored as far as he had been informed. There was simply no hope that he would ever see Draco as a rival; although, being able to demonstrate that he was being involved with Narcissa would be more interesting if it was being cruelly rubbed into his rival, but Draco had never really had the chance to be his rival, and it was for the best he had not chosen to be in Slytherin as bad things would have happened to his housemates to ensure that he was left alone.

Still he gave Ginny a slight smile as he passed the worthless books to her though it would save them money, and he hoped that Molly let the twins share to save the waste of gold, but having met Lockhart, Harry was wondering if he was using teaching as a scam to sell more books to get more money. As it was, he was left with using about as much wit as he would expect for a dog to deal with Draco, but he was hoping that his eyes were not playing tricks on him as he saw Lucius approaching with Arthur slowly heading towards them. With just a little effort, Harry suspected that the two would provide the distraction he needed, and it was not as if he couldn't feel the star struck look that Ginny was directing at him right now, but she was going to take work to get her similar to how the twins described her though he was loath to admit that Draco was right about how gorgeous Lily was though she was not trash even as he had to clamp down on his first impulse to alternatively banish and summon Draco until he exploded or at least several organs were torn out.

“All of that said and nothing of value imparted, but I suppose in your case blood didn’t tell, and I do accept your compliment about my mother though if you call her trash again I will make you regret it,” Harry said as dozens of crippling to fatal options passed through his mind before he stilled that reaction while contenting himself with what Cissa hadn’t requested in spearing her son. “Besides, I don't need attention like you do, but I do seem to attract it where you need to act like a spoiled infantile brat to get things, and when that doesn’t work you go threatening your father to solve things. I am amazed that your housemates didn’t eat you alive this last year, but it is a new year and I doubt what influence or goodwill your name granted you will suffice if you have annoyed everyone as you have been trying to do to me. Thankfully you are too unimportant to matter though I can understand why you tried to gain me as either a friend or rival as both would reflect on you, but you just don’t matter enough and your advice is merely second rate.”

Before Draco could respond, there was a clash as Lucius showed up and started speaking while sneering at poor bedraggled Ginny though Harry had been amused that Draco hadn’t tried to call her his girlfriend, but Hermione was about though he knew his lover had restrained herself from decking the brat the past year even as they had mostly avoided him. It was a slight bit of effort but he met Ginny’s eyes while projecting some sympathy thus that she was able to ignore the barbs on her status, her family, her dress as well as other slights, and he hoped that things wouldn’t become complicated for it, but he had tried to suppress the fire that his girls found intoxicating as well as enticing. Still he didn’t doubt that it might make things complicated during the rest of his stay, but the shyness was a help as he didn’t doubt that by the time he was officially taking his OWL tests that she would resemble Molly who had at one time been a looker, and Harry had enough women after ravishing him or having him drive them out of their mind with pleasure.

It took some effort, but Harry managed to hide his smirk as Arthur and Lucius became a very good distraction, and the scene was actually enough that they could disappear though he was wishing he had been able to do more than a subtle charm that would prevent Molly from worrying long enough to get his tasks accomplished. Still despite his coolness to Ginny, he had been annoyed with how Lucius was acting especially as it was the sort of behavior that typified a bully, and Cissa had ended up being right that Lucius was unable to change, but he had expected that even though Harry was unsure how to break it to her that Draco was prone to not changing either. Harry could still give him a chance and a few years might be able to educate him with the correct reinforcement to be a socially acceptable person though the House of Malfoy was as good as dead, and he was already contemplating how to celebrate that though he barely managed to suppress the urge to cackle at the idea of all those that Draco had bullied or belittled getting their licks and kicks in against him.

Still as Harry managed to escape with such a large group, he had overlooked the interaction of Lucius with Ginny, but it was not as if Dobby, Cissa or even Bella had an idea in how Lucius planned to do things as the man had seemed to recall that Dobby had been bound to the House of Black or at least his ancestors had been. If it had not been for his fear of what the Lord Black was contemplating, Lucius probably would have continued his plots in the manor instead of wherever it was he still was entertaining himself with his prisoners. Normal wards did not prevent elves from going there, but retrieving the people was adequately warded against live transport outside, and dead bodies wouldn’t help them even if they were dropped in the main entrance when the already well known raid did occur, which in part was why Lucius had gone at this time of day even though Harry was kicking himself for having not used a magical tracker and monitor on him though most had been designed to watch infants and young children with how it took a stronger level of magic to dissipate it.

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