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Weeks passed, and Harry was truly getting bored. Hermione would have been the perfect girlfriend for him if he had been his old, pathetic self, but being as he was, he found himself quickly tiring of her care and concern for him every time Sirius was mentioned, or another Voldemort-related attack appeared in the Daily Prophet. He was just glad he could take out his frustrations on his two now pregnant slaves at night, or he'd surely have snapped and killed then all within the first few days. He'd been right in his theory that the almost constant stimulation would cause Cow's mind to fracture faster. From what he could discern during his nightly mental examination of her, the Veela felt justified that their Master wouldn't hurt them, and the human part couldn't function at all under the onslaught of so much constant pleasure. The human part died in two weeks, a record time; the Veela part died two days after. Harry tested his slaves and found that she'd been pregnant for a week at that stage. Nymph had already been pregnant for two weeks. All Harry did was cast protection spells over their wombs and bellies, and fuck them just as hard as he usually did. Not a bad birthday present for himself, he thought.
On the first of August, however, respite arrived in the form of their Hogwarts letters. His contained the Quidditch Captain's badge, making him want to alternatively smirk and scowl because he knew it meant Dumbledore was trying to butter him up, but also that there would be more demands on his time, so he had less time to get his plans going. Ron was pissed off that Harry had the badge, since he decided that Harry would prevent Ron from playing simply because Hermione was now his girlfriend. Idiot. He would never let a female control his actions.
Harry and Hermione left, to "celebrate", and he fucked her nice and hard, though sadly still while wearing a condom. Over the past few weeks, he'd slowly upped how hard he fucked his girlfriend, and had been delighted when Hermione had actually wanted him to go harder and faster a few times. After each of those times, he'd implanted the thought in her mind that she liked him taking control, because she liked it when he lost control, and when he went harder, she was sure to get more pleasure as a result. He didn't think it would take very long for her to become entirely submissive to him, and then he would brainwash her to agree with his views and not care what he did to his slaves or offspring. Soon after they'd re-dressed from the "celebration", they heard Molly's voice calling for everyone to come to the kitchen, so, hand in hand they quickly headed back inside, discovering that they were to leave for Diagon Alley within the next ten minutes. Of course, this set off Ron, who hadn't eaten any breakfast yet because he'd secluded himself in his room after Harry and Hermione's betrayal. Molly simply sighed, rolled her eyes, and handed over a plate of food. "Eat it quickly, so we can leave."
Ron, being the bottomless pit he was, quickly demolished his plate and demanded another. However, Molly was not in the mood for his behaviour and had his plate washed and dried in the blink of an eye before shooing him out the front door where Harry, Hermione, Fleur, and Ginny stood, looking at the black Ministry car that was standing in the driveway. Molly bustled out the door and ushered them into the car, which once again had far more space on the inside than what it looked like from the outside.
The ride to Diagon Alley was tense, as Ron kept shooting everyone angry looks and wouldn't participate in the stilted conversation Molly struck up. Finally, they arrived and disembarked, meeting Hagrid outside the Leaky Cauldron, and Molly handed Harry a pouch of Galleons. "Bill got these for you yesterday so you wouldn't have to go into Gringotts and spend more time in Diagon Alley than necessary. It's safer, and faster too. Bill says it's taking people at least five hours to get through the lines at Gringotts."
Harry nodded, cursing himself for forgetting that Molly still had his trust vault key. He made a mental note to send a letter to his Potter account manager, asking for the recall of all vault keys that weren't in his direct possession. He took the money pouch and emptied it inside his mokeskin pouch, which he only ever took off when getting totally naked, and dutifully followed Molly and Hagrid through the empty pub into the Alley, and to their first stop, Flourish and Blotts. Hagrid had wanted to split up the party into two and go with Harry and his friends to Madam Malkin's, but Molly would have none of it. She was nervous enough as it was to be in Diagon Alley without her husband, but Dumbledore had said a weekday was better to shop on than the weekend, when everybody would be there and much more chance of an ambush. After all, according to Molly, the household had received their letters a full day before anyone else would.
They spent a good half an hour browsing for the books they needed to get, and Harry had to remind himself that he was supposed to be under the impression that he couldn't take Potions anymore, as he shouldn't know that Snape wasn't teaching the class that year. Still, he ended up purchasing two potions books, neither the recommended one on the list, so he could pretend he was going to self-study the course and still take it at NEWT level. Hermione was proud, which was what he wanted because otherwise her nagging would be too much.
Finished with the bookshop for now, they went to Scribbulus—the stationery shop—Slug and Jiggers Apothecary, Madam Malkin's, Eeylops, and then finally they got to Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes.
Set against the dull, poster-muffled shop fronts around them, Fred and George's windows hit the eye like a firework display. Casual passersby were looking back over their shoulders at the windows, and a few rather stunned-looking people had actually come to a halt, transfixed. The left-hand window was dazzlingly full of an assortment of goods that revolved, popped, flashed, bounced, and shrieked; Harry's eyes began to water just looking at it. The right-hand window was covered with a gigantic poster, purple like those that the Ministry had put up on all the other shop fronts, but instead of being Azkaban posters or half-hearted attempts at telling people how to protect themselves, they were emblazoned with flashing yellow letters:
Why Are You Worrying About You-Know-Who? You SHOULD Be Worrying About U-NO-POO—the Constipation Sensation That's Gripping the Nation!
Harry started to laugh. He heard a weak sort of moan beside him and looked around to see Molly gazing, dumbfounded, at the poster. Her lips moved silently, mouthing the name U-No-Poo .
"They'll be murdered in their beds!" she whispered.
"No they won't!" said Ron, who, like Harry, was laughing. "This is brilliant!"
Harry hated to agree with Ron about anything, but in this, the whining git was correct. Voldemort, despite being out in the open now, could not afford to attack Diagon Alley in broad daylight. Sure, he'd had his followers take Florean Fortescue and Ollivander, but that had happened during the weekend, while all of his better Death Eaters were home from work. If he wanted to attack on a weekday, he'd either have to have it organised weeks beforehand, going on information he didn't know would still be accurate when the time came, or use himself, Bellatrix, Pettigrew, and a number of inexperienced and/or underage new Death Eaters.
Voldemort may be many things, but stupid, he was not. Indeed, he actually considered himself a tactical genius; he had always been fascinated with history, Muggle or magical, and when he'd been forced to stay in the Muggle world each summer, he'd paid attention to the tactics of the British and German armies. He'd read books on historical battles as well, and from that he'd formed his own theories and tactics by tying in his magical knowledge. Harry knew that the first option of organising a raid for months was far more likely than the second, but it was still incredibly unlikely because he considered the twins no more dangerous than a pair of fleas; annoying, but basically harmless. He likely knew they weren't in the Order, and his year living as a parasite on the back of Quirrell's head would have convinced him they simply liked being controversial. No, even something like this U-No-Poo product wouldn't make Voldemort target them.
As soon as they entered the shop, they could barely move out of the doorway due to the large number of people inside. Harry felt as though it was going to be very difficult to even get to the shelves, it was that packed.
On one large shelf, there were the Skiving Snackboxes that the twins had perfected during their last, unfinished year at Hogwarts; Harry noticed that the Nosebleed Nougat was most popular, with only one battered box left on the shelf. There were bins full of trick wands nearby, the cheapest merely turning into rubber chickens or pairs of underwear when waved, the most expensive beating the unwary user around the head and neck, and boxes of quills, which came in Self-Inking, Spell-Checking, and Smart-Answer varieties. A space cleared in the crowd, and Harry and his companions pushed his way toward the counter, where a gaggle of delighted ten-year-olds was watching a tiny little wooden man slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable hangman--spell it or he'll swing!
"Patented Daydream Charms," Hermione read off a nearby box. She had managed to squeeze through to a large display near the counter and was reading the information on the back of a box bearing a highly coloured picture of a handsome youth and a swooning girl who were standing on the deck of a pirate ship.
"One simple incantation and you will enter a top-quality, highly realistic, thirty-minute daydream, easy to fit into the average school lesson and virtually undetectable (side effects include vacant expression and minor drooling). Not for sale to under-sixteens," she finished, and looked at Harry. "You know, that really is extraordinary magic!"
"For that, Hermione," said a voice behind them, "you can have one for free."
A beaming Fred stood before them, wearing a set of magenta robes that clashed magnificently with his flaming hair.
"How are you, Harry?" he continued, shaking hands with him. "Come on, I'll give you a tour."
Harry left with Fred while George popped out of nowhere and took Fred's other side. He followed them toward the back of the shop, where he saw a stand of Muggle magic tricks on display. "They're not a big seller, but for people like dad who love Muggles, it's heaven," George said offhandedly.
"Have you thought about branching out and subtly making magical versions of Muggle technology?" Harry asked. "Like having mirrors which you can contact someone else with and seeing their face and talking to them? It would be amazing for the Order and Aurors so they can respond to people who are under attack."
"Funny you should mention the Aurors," Fred said as he pushed aside a curtain next to the magic tricks, letting Harry into an area with much less bright and nauseous packaging.
You wouldn't believe how many people, even people who work at the Ministry, can't do a decent Shield Charm," said George. "'Course, they didn't have you teaching them, Harry."
"That's right… Well, we thought Shield Hats were a bit of a laugh, you know, challenge your mate to jinx you while wearing it and watch his face when the jinx just bounces off. But the Ministry bought five hundred for all its support staff! And we're still getting massive orders!"
"So we've expanded into a range of Shield Cloaks, Shield Gloves..."
"... I mean, they wouldn't help much against the Unforgivable Curses, but for minor to moderate hexes or jinxes..."
"And then we thought we'd get into the whole area of Defense Against the Dark Arts, because it's such a money spinner," continued George enthusiastically. "This is cool. Look, Instant Darkness Powder, we're importing it from Peru. Handy if you want to make a quick escape."
"And our Decoy Detonators are just walking off the shelves, look," said Fred, pointing at a number of weird-looking black horn-type objects that were indeed attempting to scurry out of sight. "You just drop one surreptitiously and it'll run off and make a nice loud noise out of sight, giving you a diversion if you need one."
"Handy," said Harry, impressed.
"Here," said George, catching a couple and throwing them to Harry. "So you see, your little communications mirror idea is actually really great and in line with our DADA products thinking."
"Got any other ideas?" Fred asked, chucking Harry some Skiving Snackboxes and Patented Daydream Charms, which he caught and placed in his pouch.
Harry had been looking at the Shield products. "Add in some Anglo-Saxon rune sets here, here, and here, and then they'll probably be able to withstand moderate to heavy curses like powerful bombardas or piercing hexes," he said.
Their eyes were wide. "Really?" asked George.
"That would be brilliant! We'll look into that for sure," Fred said, excited for the research soon to come.
"As for other ideas, I can give you access to a pensieve," Harry said slowly, "and I suggest you go to a Muggle technology shop and take a look at televisions. Pensieves are incredibly expensive and rare, so if you make them more simple and just for viewing, not immersing, and make them not only compatible for memories, but also VHS tapes and laserdiscs, then that'll go a long way to slowly advancing our world, plus it'll be a big seller for the DMLE and Muggleborns."
The twins were now gaping at him, so he raised an eyebrow and waited for their brains to re-engage. After a minute, they simultaneously said, "Wicked!"
Harry was sure they had dollar signs in their eyes for a split second before they turned to each other and had a conversation with each other using expressions. Moments later, George said, "You know, Harry, we see you as our secret investor, and we are saving up to pay you back for your investment."
Harry started to object, but Fred cut him off by saying, "But what you just did isn't the work of a one-time investor. It was more like a partner."
"You showed that you were thinking about our future far beyond our ability to pay you back, and you know what our core values are and how much we love research and experimenting," George continued.
"So we want to make you a silent partner, with a sizeable amount of the company's earnings going directly to you. The only problem is that we have no idea how much a sizeable amount is," Fred finished.
Harry got a contemplative look on his face, then said, "How about somewhere between 30 and 35% of the company? It's not too much and not too little, since with how much business you seem to be doing, that amount wouldn't hurt you."
The twins communicated silently again before turning to him. "35%," they said at the same time, and Harry smiled.
"Done."
They both held out a hand to him, so he took Fred's hand in his left and George's in his right and shook them well. "We'll inform our account holder of this and make sure yours knows you have that stock in the company, yeah?" said George.
"Now look around for anything you like, and you'll get it for free, just tell us which things you have so we know what to restock," Fred insisted.
"You'll never have to pay us, Harry," George said when Harry started to protest again. "You're the only one who believed in us when the rest of our family didn't, and you allowed us to open up our store when we thought we wouldn't get to do it for years and years, especially with Voldemort back."
"Yeah, no one would have wasted money on an owl-order-only joke shop when they had to feed their terrified families," Fred explained. "Us having a store, in Diagon Alley no less, enables people to leave their kids here while they buy the necessities, and it lets kids get a break from their tense homes, all of which makes it more likely they'll buy something, even if it's only to seem polite or in thanks for looking after their kids when technically we're not a daycare centre."
Harry nodded solemnly. "I get it now, guys. Like I said when I gave you that money, the world could use a few laughs in the coming years. I stand by that."
The twins hugged him and led him out from the back so he could get back to the Weasleys and Hermione. With the trip to Diagon Alley done, the party exited through the Leaky Cauldron and into the waiting Ministry car. Truthfully, Harry had hoped to visit Knockturn Alley today as well, but apparently that wasn't going to happen. No matter, he'd go tonight, when the Alley was more active and less dangerous.
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It was nearly ten by the time Harry managed to slip out of the Burrow, wearing a blond wig he'd impulse bought a few days before receiving Dumbledore's letter; it was always such a hassle going out and being immediately recognised as himself. As he was technically still underage and therefore unable to use magic, he had also equipped the new Beretta M9 with a silencer that Warmesh had procured for him and passed to him through their secure linked Gringotts box two days ago. He traipsed down the driveway and called the Knight Bus once at the end. The purple triple-decker bus came into existence in front of him with a bang , and Stan Shunpike stepped off to begin his speech. However, Harry cut him off and said, "Here's the eleven sickles; I already know the prices. I'd like to go to the Leaky Cauldron, please."
"Oh… er, well then… take a seat then, yeah?" Stan said, thrown off his game and mildly confused.
"Thanks," Harry said, and claimed the closest bed available.
They departed with another bang , and Harry was thrown back against the bed. From there, it took a few very long minutes to arrive in Diagon Alley. By the end of it, Harry was sure he was bruised all over, but he managed to exit the death trap without hobbling or wincing once, and then after he'd entered the Leaky Cauldron he cast a healing charm. With the extreme magical saturation of Diagon, it was impossible for the Ministry to detect underage magic; which was just as well, seeing as every eleven-year-old's magic reacted strongly each time they touched a wand that didn't choose them, and then again when they got the right one.
He strolled down the empty Alley and into Gringotts. The purse Molly had provided didn't have anywhere near as much money as he might need for venturing down the darker wizarding alley, so he approached a bank teller and asked to have one thousand Galleons retrieved from his vault, and to speak to his account managers. The goblin complied and got one runner to fetch the gold and another to escort him to his managers. Entering a conference room, he smiled at the two goblins without showing teeth—it was a sign of respect and intent to do no harm for the goblins, and while he certainly didn't respect the greedy little creatures, he did fear what they might do if they decided they didn't like him; whole fortunes had been known to legally disappear from such occurrences.
"How goes the quest to obtain more wealth?" Harry asked as the runner left and closed the door.
Warmesh and Cragflesh both smiled in the same manner as Harry had at his small jest. The latter started the report. "The Black holdings are going well, and I have received word from your female elf that your properties are slowly but surely being cleansed of their former Dark creature problems, and they are being remodeled to your exact specifications."
Warmesh agreed, stating, "That is also the case with your Potter properties… well, other than the house in Godric's Hollow, which was demolished weeks ago and the land there is currently having a team of goblins build a Muggle house on it. We expect it will be done within the week, after which it will be rented out. We don't expect word to get out to the magical world until this approaching Halloween."
"Good, good," Harry said. "What about the excavation of old paperwork in my vault? From the letter you sent me a week ago I understand that more was found than was expected. Are there previously unseen, unpaid bills I need to take care of?"
The goblins looked at each other hesitantly. "Not on your part, exactly," Warmesh started.
Cragflesh picked up the conversation. "The previous Lord Black was a fugitive, and was therefore unable to do anything about the large debts that other families owed the House of Black. As you know, the Malfoys, Notts, and Parkinsons all live on Black property without paying rent as they should. If you were to call those debts due, all of them would be ruined financially, and you could legally take all their women from them and do what you will. You would effectively be removing most, if not all, of Voldemort's Pureblood financial backing in one fell swoop."
Harry's eyes lit up. "Do it," he said. "I want every female in the households contained in Goblin custody until my Hebrides mansion is up to specification, then move them there. Inform me when this is done. Also, I wish to purchase the three Knockturn Alley whorehouses outright. Once the mansion is complete, send all the whores there and put up 'closed for remodelling' signs. I want each storefront to become a portal to specific doors in the mansion, the ones I highlighted in the blueprint near the reception area."
The two goblins nodded, seeing where he was going with this. He continued. "As for the buildings themselves, I want them remodeled: one to become a warehouse, one a safe-house, and the smallest to become a safe-house and slave-smuggling establishment. This can be done?"
"Yes," Warmesh said, and Cragflesh nodded in agreement. Harry smiled again.
Warmesh went into the next thing on the agenda. "Several marriage contracts have been uncovered in your vault as well. One promising you both of the Patil daughters if you voted a certain way in a Wizengamot vote long gone. As it happens, Dumbledore voted that way without knowing what that meant for the two girls, so you can claim them any time you desire.
"Additionally," Cragflesh said, "The Greengrass Patriarch has requested that the longstanding alliance between themselves and the house of Potter might be extended to include you taking over guardianship of their four daughters, as he fears he may be threatened to turn them over to the Death Eaters—they have been sniffing around for new 'female entertainment' at revels and the beauty of his daughters is well-known."
"Send letters to both parties, the first stating that it is time to collect my dues and to have them be prepared to leave at any moment," Harry said. "Lord Patil must make the arrangements to pull them out of Hogwarts and say they are going back to India, but he will never be seeing them again as while they will be leaving the country, it will not be with him and his wife, but into hiding until the war is over. When will the Hebrides house be ready?"
"In about a week, Lord Potter," Warmesh said.
Harry nodded. "Good. Provide the Patil twins with remote-activated port-keys to the Hebrides mansion and give me the remote. In the letter to Lord Greengrass, tell him that for their own safety, his daughters will be moved out of the country, so he must withdraw those who attend Hogwarts from said school, and to cancel the applications for those of his daughters who are not attending yet. Assure him that they will all receive adequate schooling and will be able to work towards OWLs and NEWTs if they so desire. When the war is over, we shall see what the girls' desires are in regards to going back home or returning to Hogwarts. Give all four girls remote-activated port-keys to the Hebrides mansion and once again give me the remotes."
"It shall be done, Lord Potter," both goblins said simultaneously.
"Good. The only thing remaining is to ask about Hufflepuff's Cup. Was it found among the things moved into my vault from Bellatrix Lestrange's?"
"Yes, Lord Potter," Cragflesh said. "It was found and ritually destroyed. The soul fragment is dead."
"Excellent! Is there anything else requiring my attention at this time?" he asked.
"There is still the matter of other betrothal or marriage contract requests," Warmesh said.
"Send them to me through our private connection and I will look through them when I am able," Harry said.
All three bowed to each other and then Harry left for Knockturn after retrieving his sackful of Galleons from the teller he'd spoken to before.
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