Harry went to the Gryffindor table with Hermione, Ginny, and the twins. He watched but he had to fight the temptation to cover his ears. It was a different year and thus it was a different stupid song. He could not believe how bad this song was, it was beyond all measure with its absurdity. He was trying to figure out if the hat should be mandated to take some kind of lesson on how to structure a song the right way.
Then again, Harry was not a master of lyrical genius, so he was not one to really talk. The green eyed wizard waited as he wondered where Kara and Diana were going to be sorted.
Okay, he thought that it didn't really matter because they would be staying with him in his private room, because that was the perks of being married. He watched the first years, it was amusing how much Kara towered over them and in particular how Diana towered over them.
'So where did Diana get sorted?' Donna thought to him through the mental link.
'Donna, the sorting hat is just singing a stupid song,' Harry projected through the bond link.
Donna eagerly perked up at the thought before she gave an excited inquiry through the bond link. 'Oh, can I hear it?'
'Are you really sure you want to hear it?' Harry asked to her through the link, wondering if she knew what she was getting herself into. His face twisted into a smile as he thought about everything regarding that song and how completely lame it was.
'Sure, Harry, it won't be that bad,' Donna thought to Harry and Harry projected her the song through the bond link. He could almost sense through his mind's eye Donna being utterly appalled by hearing the song as it was transmitted through the link.'Okay, that is kind of lame.'
'I told you so,' Harry thought and he turned towards the line which was progressing steadily. As usual, the first years were going to be sorted first, which was good, he supposed. Harry kept watching them moving forward. He remembered a time where he was this small. He was about three, maybe four, so it was a long time ago but there was a time where he was in fact this tiny.
After some time, Diana made her way up to the stool and put the sorting hat on her head.
'You are an extremely complex mind, that could go into any of the houses without any problem,' the sorting hat commented to Diana.
'Thank you,' Diana thought in a modest tone of voice, but there was a slight smile that tugged across her face despite the modesty.
'Much like your husband, but then again he knows how to pick them,' the Sorting Hat commented as he paused and added. 'And I know that young Mister Potter can hop onto this sorting, I suppose I should say hello him.'
The Sorting Hat paused; he could almost sense that the students were getting restless and hungry. Then again, there were instances where he drew out the sorting of the students, in an attempt to amuse himself. Sitting in Dumbledore's office for a year, it did not have any hobbies whatsoever. He decided to shift through Diana's memories, taking a little bit of time to do so as the Sorting Hat decided to make its decision.
Well there is one place where I can send you now,' the Sorting Hat thought to Diana before he opened his mouth wide. 'You would do well anywhere but I can see that your courage and determination is the one virtue that you have that would extend beyond all others. Therefore you will do well in….GRYFFINDOR!'
'Good job, Diana,' Hippolya chimed in through the bond link.
'Although we didn't need some glorified piece of fabric to tell Diana where she should have been,' Karen thought through the bond link. She was now at home, taking a long hard soak after several hard hours of work. She wished Harry was there, although she was not going to go so far as to tell him to send a dupe her way for some relief. Besides, she did not need any distractions from her work.
'Well that's one down, now it's Kara's turn,' Faora thought as the group all waited to see where the blonde would be sent.
Sure enough, Kara made her way up to the sorting hat to park herself down underneath it. The blonde prepped herself for that moment, biting down on her lip and she waited as she allowed the hat to drop down over her head.
'Another complex and dedicated mind, Mr. Potter does know how to pick them,' the Sorting Hat commented.
'Naturally,' Kara thought, she did not have the modesty that Diana had all things considered. The blonde rested back on the three legged stool that she sat on and waited for the Sorting Hat to say a few words.
'Well you are extremely difficult,' the Sorting Hat mused in a swift way as it shifted through Kara's mind. 'Well, I suppose that we should cut to the chase, because there might be a few people who might riot because they're not getting their food.'
'Oh by all means, take your time,' Kara remarked to the Sorting Hat.
'Are you trying to get more people to crucify you?' Faora thought to Kara through the bond link but Kara snickered.
'Well, this is going to be inevitable, so….really there's nothing else to say,' the Sorting Hat commented before it decided to yell. "Gryffindor!"
The Sorting hat said that statement out loud and Kara made her way to where her husband sat. She made sure to show the ring that Harry bought her, along with the bracelet. There were more than her fair share of jealous glares that were delivered from several of the females at the table but given the fact that it looked like they did not take care of themselves and had the worst type of personalities, it was just as well.
"Hey, Harry, congratulations," Neville remarked to Harry.
"Thanks Neville, how was your summer?" Harry asked to him and the Longbottom male shrugged his shoulders.
"Couldn't get to the Quidditch World Cup, Gran wouldn't buy tickets," Neville offered, but Harry smiled towards him.
"You didn't miss much," Harry offered to him.
'Yeah the real show for Harry was in Narcissa Malfoy's private booth,' Faora chimed in with a grin.
'That's the truth right there,' Harry remarked, to be blunt he could not look at Draco Malfoy without breaking out into laughter and a rather smug smile.
"Well, I'm getting married, after I finish at Hogwarts," Neville offered to Harry and his ears perked up as he turned around. "To Hannah Abbott."
It was funny though for many reasons, Hannah was an old childhood friend of his, very much like a sister. Although given the way that purebloods roll, being "like a sister" wasn't exactly a roadblock to going at it like rabbits.
Still Neville knew that it was tradition so he did not fight it too much, besides he supposed that he would be better off marrying a childhood friend that he trusted as opposed to some pureblood shrew who was only after his money.
"Congratulations for that," Harry remarked to Neville as he reached forward and shook his hand. "Hannah seems like a nice girl."
'Easy on the eyes too,' Nym chimed in through the link.
'Yes….well she's off the table,' Diana pushed in through the bond link.
'Unless something happens to Neville,' Faora commented idly.
'Faora Dru-Zod, are you plotting assassination to add another female to Har's collective?' Kara thought through the link in a reprimanding tone of voice.
'I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm just talking about a legitimate possibility , the Longbottoms are an old family, therefore they'd have a lot of enemies, wouldn't they?' Faora thought through the bond link.
"So is there any kind of marriage agreement, any kind of stipulations to the contract, Neville?" Ginny thought to him.
"I have to do it two months or so after my seventeenth birthday, or all of the Longbottom family holdings are going to default over the Abbotts," Neville informed them. Then again, Hannah and her mother were the only two of that line left and Hannah's mother was in really ill health, the healers did not give her any more than a year and a half to live.
"And what if something happens to you?" Ginny asked in curiosity.
"Well, she'll get the holdings anyway," Neville offered as he smiled. "It was one of the more….draconian agreements, I'd admit, even by the standards of our world."
"No, wait, We have a draconian government? Get out of here," Harry remarked as Hermione's smile widened.
"It could be worse, we could have a Draco government," Hermione said to Harry and Harry gave her an extremely poignant look that told her to never joke about things like that ever. The brunette simply smiled and the food appeared before them.
They enjoyed a feast for the next half of hour or so, sitting in silence, before Dumbledore rose to his feet.
Harry's eyes widened as he saw it in his hands. He managed to clear his head to make sure that he did not see things, but it was there, staring at him.
'Albus Dumbledore has the Wand of Eternity,' Harry thought to Faora, confirming what Karen told him. That was something that was true throughout the multiverse.
'So what are you going to do?' Faora thought to him.
'Wait for the right opportunity to itself,' Harry thought back to her.
Harry found out this past summer that thanks to the completion of his Ordinary Wizarding Level exams, he received a substantial windfall of money from the Dumbledore vault, being made Dumbledore's heir after the events of Halloween 1981. He would receive another windfall after he took his NEWTs at the end of the year, and receive the rest after Albus died.
The Dumbledores were one of the richest families in the magical world and Albus made smart investments to increase his personal vault of gold over the last few decades. Harry would be in for an even more substantial gain of gold than he already held.
"Now that we have all ate, I have a few announcements to make, although I will get the unexpected out of the way first," Dumbledore remarked as he placed his hands down on the table and a bright twinkle flickered through his eyes. "First announcement is that Quidditch has been cancelled this year."
There were more than a few boos and heckles and Harry could have sworn he heard the sound of Oliver Wood's head exploding, despite the fact that he left Hogwarts after last year. Dumbledore waited patiently for the sounds of boos to die down.
"That is because the Triwizard Tournament will be making its long awaited return to Hogwarts this year!" Dumbledore added and one could hear a pin drop.
The truth was many of them heard the rumors but none of them were going to believe it until they heard it from the horse's mouth. Dumbledore watched the collective expressions of the students and the gasps that they had. The Headmaster thought that he could cut the tension with a knife.
"The Tournament was canceled hundreds of years ago because of the death toll," Dumbledore remarked to them.
'Death toll?' Hippolyta commented calmly through the bond link although there was a kind of artificiality to that calm that she had.
'Given the collective stupidity of the vast majority of magicals, I'm sure most of them got themselves stupidly killed because of said stupidity,' Harry thought and Kara smiled as she averted her eyes towards her husband.
'Repetitive much?' Kara asked in a slightly teasing tone.
"Owing to the dangerous nature of this tournament, the tasks have been modified and after years of intense negotiations, an agreeable medium has been reached for the tournament to run in the most exciting manner we could determine," Dumbledore said, although even he would have to admit that meeting with the heads of the foreign schools had edged him a few years closer to that next great adventure that he often talked about. "Therefore, no one under the age of seventeen years old, that is to say of age, will be allowed to compete."
Some of the Hogwarts students who were only a few months away from turning seventeen protested about this turn of events that had been stated to them.
Before this could go any further, a grizzled old man with a scarred face entered. He was wrapped in a cloak and he walked forward, his leg clunking against the ground. Dumbledore's eyes focused on him….before his eye began to whiz around to look at Dumbledore.
"May I present to you, Professor Moody, your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore offered.
"Well, well, Mad-Eye Moody," Harry remarked to them in a lowered voice.
'Ha, now you all have to go through what I went through,' Nym commented through the link with a smile crossing her face in triumph.
"Moody….my father had to help him just this morning….even with Mum….well it gave him something to do," Ginny remarked to them and Amanda leaned towards Ginny.
"Why would your Dad have to help him?" Amanda asked to Ginny in a lowered tone of voice and Ginny happily told her why.
"Apparently Moody thought that he was attacked, he had cursed dust bins, and everything," Ginny informed them all. "There was rubbish everywhere according to sparkle boy's father."
Emily's lips twitched at the sound of Ginny's nickname for Cedric.
Harry found it curious that Moody just happened to be attacked before he went to Hogwarts. Call him paranoid but he thought that something was up and he did not like that fact one bit.
He would have to find out later. Although he did think that Moody was one up than Lupin on the facial hair department but perhaps it would be best to judge him on his teaching style.
He noticed that Moody was drinking from a hip flask and refused any food that was put in front of him.
'He's paranoid that someone's going to poison him,' Nym thought.
'Hasn't he heard of spells to scan for poison?' Kara interjected through the bond link.
'I asked him, he said that there's too many ways where they can not detect anything,' Nym thought to them.
Kara and Harry decided that it would be best to make their first rounds as Head Girl and Boy that night as their prime copies. Although they were most certainly taking advantage of their powers to send dupes out on following nights but the two of them returned to their quarters with bright smiles crossing their faces.
"Diana's at the library, she wanted to get a look at it," Kara informed Harry before the green eyed wizard responded with a nod.
"That's good, besides she can keep an eye on Hermione to make sure she doesn't spend the rest of her life in there," Harry remarked as he saw this image in his mind's eye of a skeleton with bushy hair with a book clutched in her hands in a death grip.
"How much more of the library does she have yet to go anyway?" Kara thought to Harry.
"Not too much, the entire back corner," Harry responded to Kara and the blonde smile as they made their way into the private room.
Kara smiled as they arrived at their destination. Classes would begin tomorrow but they could unwind now. It was very dark by the time they got back from the prefects meeting.
"Library has a midnight curfew," Harry informed Kara as he checked the watch. "So we've got a couple of hours to kill."
Kara straddled Harry with a smile and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck." I'm sure that you can think of a few things that we can do, Harry."
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist in response as the blonde kissed him wildly. She worked her tongue into his mouth as Harry tipped the blonde onto the bed, before removing her robes.
Kara was sexy in her school uniform, with a white blouse that was maybe a size or two small for her. Her tits wrapped around her lovely and ample breasts, with it riding up to showcase her sexy toned tummy. Her skirt rode up to show her stocking clad legs and then there was a hint of her lacy red panties. He saw her shoes which she kicked off to reveal her stocking clad legs.
"Time to indulge myself into you, my love," Harry commented as he placed his hands on her stocking clad legs and dove between her legs.
"The Triwizard Tournament, I can't believe they brought it back," Cho remarked as she joined Harry and Kara after dinner. The Asian Ravenclaw had a bright smile crossed over her face. "I never thought…."
"Well, we've never thought that many things would happen but here we are," Harry responded with a smile. The truth was that he was sticking around for a little bit longer but unless there were circumstances that prevented him from doing so, he was going to be sending a dupe back to Hogwarts along with Kara so they could do their Head Boy and Head Girl duties once NEWTs were finished.
Their situation was unprecedented, so there was nothing about what would happen if the Head Boy and the Head Girl left.
Ginny walked up to join Harry and the other two with a bright smile on her face.
"Hey Harry Hermione's in…."
"The library," Harry commented with a long sigh escaping his lips and Ginny's face twitched into amusement. Astoria, the twins, and a young blonde with vapid eyes that appeared to be lost in space were trailing behind her. "I should have known that she would be there a lot giving NEWTs coming up."
"Are you going to be the one that's going to tell her that she needs to come out every now and then to get some fresh air and eat?" Ginny asked and Amanda smiled as she saw the situation present itself before their very eyes.
"No, that's Diana's job, apparently," Amanda commented in a light tone of voice as she saw Diana bring Hermione back out of the side room. Hermione looked to have been dragged out of the library unwillingly.
Harry allowed himself to be amused by the situation, at least briefly.
"Hello Harry Potter," the blonde stated in a random and spotty fashion.
"Hello," Harry commented, this greeting came almost out of nowhere, at least to the point where Harry was caught off guard.
"Harry, this Luna Lovegood, she's in my year but in Ravenclaw," Astoria remarked to hm.
It was amazing how there were people who tried something with Luna because she saw the world in an entirely different way. Yet, if Astoria was there, their intentions were such where they did not seem too interested in trying anything. It was amazing how something like that worked, but that was true. Astoria may have taught some people a harsh lesson.
"Pleased to meet you, Luna," Harry remarked to Luna, as he tried to figure out what she was. There was something that Harry got a sense out of with her.
"There's a message that I have been given to tell you, Harry Potter," Luna offered as she stared at him and now both Harry and Kara were interested at what she had to say. They looked back at the blonde.
Cho was interested as well. She did not know what to make of Luna although she was angry that some of her fellow Ravenclaws had been tormenting Luna. For the supposed intelligent house, they decided to resort to some brutish things such as bullying and that reflected badly on the entire house.
Harry raised his eyebrow and a smile twisted around his face. "And that message is…."
"You have completed two steps, you are one step away from achieving a great destiny," Luna offered him in a cryptic voice. "Even though my purpose has nearly been fulfilled, your purpose has barely begun."
Harry blinked for a few seconds as he tried to mull this fact over in her head and tried to piece together what she said.
'Well there's someone who lives in their own world,' Faora suggested to Harry and the emerald eyed wizard had no idea why.
'I wonder if there is something about her that….I don't know actually,' Kara thought, she was at a loss for words.
'Luna….she's one of them, a person who sees beyond the physical world,' Diana commented to Kara and she smiled as she walked over.
"You have a gift, Luna," Diana said out loud.
"Thank you," Luna commented in a completely modest tone of voice.
"It is one that should be nurtured," Diana offered to Luna and Harry would have to agree.
It appeared that Luna did as well, the blonde's expression flickered over towards her. She closed her eyes before she commented to Diana. "That was the same thing my mother told me before she….before she died."
"Sorry to hear about that," Harry offered to Luna and the blonde inclined her head with a nod.
"She experimented with magic….beyond what most of us could be see and perceive," Luna remarked to them. "She thought she could see beyond what we all saw and it was risky, so she paid for it, with her life."
"Again, sorry to hear about that," Harry remarked although he wondered if this little experiment had tainted Luna even more than she would care to admit. There was something about her that he could not pinpoint but she had a certain aura.
"So, do you have any homework, Luna?" Ginny asked Luna.
"From Divination, Professor Trelawney is an interesting person, although she taps into too far of the darker elements of her inner eye," Luna remarked in a brisk tone of voice before she sighed. "She does have the gift but she doesn't really tap into it in a healthy way. It's a shame really, but….I have no idea why she leans that way."
Harry thought that Trelawney was a bit out to lunch but Harry figured that if Luna saw something in her, than there was a good reason why she saw something. Her great grandmother had the gift of sight.
'Well she's pretty…unique,' Donna thought in a way that offered a last moment word swap.
'Normality is not something that this group should be thinking about,' Nym thought to them through the bond link and there was a few smiles.
Harry decided to test something as he latched onto the threads that were linked to Amanda and Emily. He blinked his eyes before he thought to them.
'Amanda, Emily,' Harry thought to them and the twins jumped up in startled surprise. 'Can you hear me now?'
'Yes in our head,' Amanda thought as she started to blink and there was a few seconds where she wondered if she was losing her mind. The truth was she thought that she'd gone down the rabbit hole of sanity a long time ago but that was just how those things work.
'I can hear you, Harry,' Emily admitted to him as she smiled.
'Good,' Harry thought as he thought to them. 'Now….since I've slept with you after my second maturity….there is a link that's been established that I could turn on and off at will….but yours is the strongest given our close blood relation. So it's the easiest to establish.'
Harry paused and then started to speak once again.
'Maybe I should talk to you about the ins and the outs of the bond link,' Harry remarked to Amanda and the redhead nodded.
'Perhaps it would be for the best,' Amanda thought and Harry, with help from Kara, Faora, and Diana who jumped onto the call did what they could to clue her in.
Luna watched them and smiled. She could hear a fate humming, although without the key to decode it, she was obviously not privy to the thoughts. She was able to see things in her own world, in her own way and get these things done only way that she could.
Then again, dying when you were nine years old gave you a brand new perspective on life.
Elsewhere in the world, another version of Harry Potter smiled. Down to the very last hair, he was a picture perfect copy of the original. The same green eyes, the same dark hair, the same tall and handsome appearance, everything was completely the same. His green eyes flashed with intensity and he smiled.
He knew his purpose and he knew that he was an exact duplicate of the original version of Harry Potter. His green eyes flickered with curiosity and brimmed with even more thoughts of what he was going to.
'Well so far, so good,' Harry thought as he entered the hallowed halls of Cambridge.
Then again, he only thought that things would go fine. He spent most of the summer, years by his perspective, barely a couple of months to the outside, practicing creating long lasting dupes. He got some practical practice on the island as well, as he made his rounds. Most of the dupes were only for temporary purposes however, to allow him to make love to several amazing women at once.
The dupes could also make dupes, although dupes created from the dupes were only seventy percent of the power of dupes made from the prime. The dupes made from the prime were ninety five percent of the power of the original.
Of course, there were a few more variables other than that, but the same general principle applied in the end.
'Well this is working nicely,' Harry offered as he looked around and saw more than a few attractive girls. 'Quite nicely.'
He caught a few hints from their thoughts; they were extremely attractive, single, and willing to get laid. All he had to do was pick his shots wisely and they would be placed into the palm of his hands.
Harry could get a sense what was going with the original copy at Hogwarts if he chose to do so. Of course, he thought that it might be for the best that he would keep his mind on the situation at Cambridge.
"Hi," a young brunette with dark hair and blazing blue eyes, with a busty look and long legs stepped towards Harry. She leaned forward to show him a hint of her amazing cleavage and Harry smiled at her in return. "My name is Lindsey Preston…and you're…you're Harry Potter?"
"Yes, I am," Harry remarked and she smiled towards him as she shifted. Harry saw the stockings that wrapped around her legs and her amazing cleavage was pretty much up in his face.
"Oh great, I'm here to show you around the school," she commented in a bubbly tone of voice as she motioned for him to follow.
Harry saw her eyes checking him out and she was not the only female in the hallway that was doing so. He made sure to wear the tightest clothes possible to emphasize his newly enhanced physique that was still growing and his muscular arms.
"Welcome to Cambridge, as I said, I'm Lindsey Preston, your new student mentor," Lindsey commented to Harry as she grabbed him by the hand and lead him off to the side. Harry followed her down the hallway. "You'll find that Cambridge has made some changes since you last checked us out a couple years ago but I can assure you that our standards in education have not been diminished in any way."
"I wouldn't have chosen this school if I had any doubts," Harry said with a smile that he could tell that she was caught off guard but she kept herself calm and staring back at Harry.
"Well I'm glad…that is we're glad to have you," Lindsey commented as she lead him down the hallway. "I'm going to give you the standard tour….but if you have anything to say, anything at all, or if you have any questions, well I'm sure that we can discuss it."
Harry saw that she was stammering a little bit and could not really keep the smile that was off of his face. He kept his gaze more than neutral as the two of them made their way down the hallway.
"The emphasis on science remains the same as it always has been," Lindsey commented to him with a wide smile that crossed her face and Harry nodded as she kept explaining about the virtues of this school.
Her school spirit was something that was amusing and she was amazingly perky. Harry thought that he could do something with this amount of energy that she had in her. The green eyes of Harry Potter followed her as she concluded the tour.
Lindsey appeared to be a bit nervous thus her clipboard slipped from her arms and fell to the ground. She bent over, giving Harry a brief hint of what was underneath her skirt. He acted like he was not looking, even though he caught quite the peak of her.
"Sorry…..just having one of those days," Lindsey offered to him an apologetic tone of voice as Harry waved it off.
"It's alright, it's alright," Harry told her as he placed his hands on the wall and leaned back, shifting his gaze as he drank in the sight of her body.
Lindsey did not notice Harry doing this, mostly because of the fact that she was doing the same thing.
"Right….I should show you where my room is….in case you need anything," Lindsey commented before she hastily amended. "I mean…if you need to ask any questions about school or any of the programs here."
Lindsey paused as Harry looked at her.
"So how red is my face?" Lindsey asked Harry and he smiled towards her.
"Very," Harry remarked to her in a cool voice.
Lindsey turned around and led him down the hallway before she pointed out her room. He got a glimpse of it; it was a practical room for a teenage girl.
"My roommate….well she moved out last year and I haven't gotten a new one yet," Lindsey told Harry and he nodded. "So all I need to do is show you to your room and we'll be all ready to go."
Harry smiled as he allowed the young co-ed to lead the way. He noticed that her skirt rode up her legs and he saw the stockings that covered her legs.
"You're in right there…one of the best rooms, no less than you deserved," Lindsey commented, but then again her uncle was on the board. Therefore once he saw Harry's grades, he actively recruited him to the school and it had been a close race for several schools.
"Thanks….this is perfect," Harry remarked as he leaned forward and teased kissing her on the lips but he pulled back.
Lindsey closed her eyes and sighed.
"I'll see you later," Harry remarked to Lindsey.
'Oh don't worry, Mr. Potter, you'll be seeing a lot of me later,' Lindsey commented, as she thought of the best way to seduce him because someone like that, he had to be amazing in bed.
Lindsey turned around and Harry watched her. He thought it was the best thing to leave her hanging for it so much that she was choking for it later on.
As far as Harry was concerned, the best Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher that he had was Andromeda. Sure Lupin was good but was disqualified from being the best on account of having really bad facial hair.
Moody knew his stuff, for better or for worse.
"I'm not about to coddle you," Moody told them in a gruff voice. "This world's fucked up, there are people who will do some of the most horrific things that your minds can fathom or perhaps you can't fathom it."
Moody flicked his finger towards them.
"One year and I return to retirement, so you better sit up and pay attention, because I've got a few things to tell you," Moody told them as he placed three jars containing three spiders on the desk. "The Unforgiveable Curses are among the strongest bits of magic that you'll ever learn and among the darkest."
'Not hardly,' Harry thought to himself.
"These three curses will lead to a life sentence in Azkaban unless there is just cause during a time of war," Moody stated as he looked towards them. "And you better have a good reason for using them."
Moody told them in a calm tone of voice.
"The Imperius Curse is one of the strongest curses to control the mind, it's like a puppet on a string that you can do your bidding, any sense of moral, conscious, or reasoning is gone," Moody remarked to them. "With this curse, you have a puppet who can murder, rape, and pillage upon your whims."
He smiled.
"But naturally, there needs to be a demonstration," Moody told them. "The Dark Lord was able to put even the strongest willed people under the Imperius."
"Which isn't saying much for this world," Harry whispered to Daphne, who nodded, sitting next to him. Kara sat to the other side and Diana sat in front of him.
"Mr. Potter, I was intending to use spiders as a tool but I believe that the Imperius Curse would be better utilized a living breathing human being, I got full permission from Dumbledore and I can assure you that the effects are temporary," Moody remarked.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "There isn't a person on this world or any other who could control me, not Voldemort, not anyone."
"You shouldn't be so confident, Potter, the Dark Lord made a fool out of many people who thought they were too strong willed to put underneath his thumb."
'Hmm, defensive, much?' Harry thought but he was on his guard. 'And the difference between them and me is they only thought that. I know that.'
"Well, take your best shot, Professor," Harry told him, confidence brimming through his eyes.
Moody did take his best his shot and he lifted his wand. "Imperio."
Harry felt nothing not even a buzz. His sheer force of will pushed Moody back before he could even utter a word.
Moody's eyes widened.
"Again," Moody remarked. "IMPERIO."
There was nothing. Harry broke the control of the spell and Moody tried to blurt out a command.
"Very impressive," Moody conceded.
"Did you expect anything else?" Harry asked.
"As far as Voldemort is concerned, Harry is three to zero in wins against him," Daphne remarked to him.
"The Dark Lord is not a joking manner, he was taking Potter likely, it won't happen again should you meet," Moody offered.
Harry wondered what got Moody's panties in a knot but he shrugged his shoulders to sit back down for the rest of the lecture.
"Draco still hasn't figured out the significance of that smile on your face every time that you look at him?" Daphne said, she had no idea that Draco would be this naïve but then again, it was not surprising at all that he would be this naïve. Then again given it was Draco, perhaps Daphne had a bit of an unrealistic expectation for his level of intelligence.
"Yes….perhaps," Harry remarked as he smiled. "Malfoy junior gives me the impression of one of those people that need things spelled out for them and then after that, he still doesn't get it."
"Well there are a lot of things that Malfoy doesn't get," Daphne remarked to them but Tracey raised an eyebrow.
"Crabbe and Goyle haven't been putting out lately, have they?" Tracey asked and Daphne's expression contorted into one of disgust.
"Must you put these unholy thoughts in my head, Trace?" Daphne asked her as she started to roll her eyes.
Tracey smiled at her. "Sorry, but….Draco would rather hide behind two large, hulking bruisers that are bulky and muscular. Don't you think that there's some kind of reasoning for that."
"Yes, it's one of the has many issues that Draco has and all of them come from his father taking too strong of a hand in raising him," Lucretia commented and Daphne's expression curled into a sneer as her nose wrinkled.
"Again….ew," Daphne remarked as Harry checked the time.
"As fascinating as it is….well actually it isn't fascinating at all talking about Draco's sexual fetishes, I believe I have a date to attend at Hogsmeade," Harry remarked as he made his way out the door.
One of the perks of being a NEWT level student was unrestricted Hogsmeade access and that was a road to get Harry out of the castle even more often.
Lucretia smiled. "I'm tagging along with you Harry, if you don't mind."
"Of course, I don't mind," Harry told her as he looped his arm around hers. Right as he saw Draco coming around the corner. The younger Malfoy stopped and gave Harry a sour look as Harry raised his hand and waved to Draco with a wide smile across his face.
Draco put his head down and ran off.
"Do you think he's caught on?" Lucretia asked to Harry and Harry shrugged.
"I'm fucking his mother, his sister, his cousins, and his aunt, and…." Harry said but he stopped himself from voicing the completely horrific thought that he was going to speak. He refused to even think such a horrific and quite vile thing.
Lucretia wondered what Harry was thinking but she shrugged. She decided to drop the other bombshell that Harry may or may not have known.
"Vega got special permission to leave Durmstrang for the weekend, so she'll be stopping by and meeting us for a visit whilst she's in the country," Lucretia commented to Harry and he smiled, it had been a while since he saw Vega and he could not wait to meet back up with her again.
"It's good, I can't wait to see her," Harry offered and there was a few seconds where Lucretia paused before she smiled knowingly.
"Too bad Nym couldn't get time off work to join us and Aunt Andi is busy but….maybe for the holidays," Lucretia suggested and Harry would have to agree.
The duo walked together in silence for some time until Lucretia spoke up.
"I'm disappointed Harry," Lucretia commented as they were away from the school and on the path to Hogsmeade.
Harry raised an eyebrow before his expression darted over Lucretia's face. "How so?"
Lucretia was only too quick to tell him why she was so disappointed with him although the blonde's expression tugged with a slight smile. "Well….you were with my mother at the Quidditch World Cup and I'm kind of sad that I wasn't invited."
Harry reached forward and grabbed the Malfoy female before pulling her into him.
"Really, I'll make it up to you, I swear," Harry told her and she smiled, she knew that he would. "So, how are your additional studies?"
"They're going along pretty well, I should be able to take my exams at the end of this school year and get my qualifications," Lucretia told Harry and the wizard's gave her a smile and he nodded, a prideful look on his face.
"Good, very good, I think that you're going to do well in getting your Mastery for Chemistry," Harry informed Lucretia and the blonde nodded.
She figured that the more qualifications that she had the better, because it was the more money that she could make. Before she even thought about any modifications of potions using Muggle methods she had to study exactly how those methods worked and understand them. She thought that she was going to struggle at first but the pieces fell together quite nicely. Mostly due to the fact that Harry had tutored her quite thoroughly in all aspects of it starting in the summer after his first year when she was living with him.
"Thanks to your help Harry," Lucretia said to him as she leaned towards him and he wrapped his arm around her waist, before kissing her on the lips. The blonde returned it.
"So, let's go meet your mother," Harry told Lucretia and the blonde followed into the Three Broomsticks.
Narcissa sat waiting, dressed in robes of the most expensive material. It was no less than what someone like Narcissa Malfoy would wear. Harry kept his eyes on her carefully as she smiled before Harry sat down across her. Vega was sitting at the table, drinking a Butterbeer as she turned her attention fully towards Harry.
"Harry, nice to see you again," Vega said as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Harry, before kissing him on the lips. Harry returned the kiss hungrily.
"Hi, Vega, nice of you to make it," Harry told her and the dark haired witch sat down. "Lady Malfoy."
"Lord Potter," Narcissa commented as she allowed her hand to be taken into his and kissed. "Our encounter a few weeks ago was one of pleasure but now….I have urgent matters of business to discuss with you before we move onto the pleasurable parts."
Narcissa paused, it was obvious that she enjoyed holding certain bits of information over people's head but there was a time for politically motivated games and there was a time for business. Now it was the time for business.
"And what would that matter of business be?" Harry asked Narcissa and the blonde's expression filled with a wide smile as she considered Harry before she informed him of the situation.
"There is an old Malfoy family rule that I uncovered," Narcissa remarked to Harry and she paused. "There were several families who adopted this rule but….the Malfoys practically embraced it."
"And what was that rule?" Harry asked her, as he drummed his fingers off the table.
Narcissa's expression twisted into a knowing smile as she fired off the response to him. "He who achieves dominance gets all of the spoils."
She paused for a second for dramatic effect before she continued. "It was a rule that was adopted into an unofficial law, although one may say that it is more of an honor amongst purebloods type of deal. The fact of the matter is that those who lose a duel, forfeit all of their assets to the family of the one who wins, should the head of house of the opposing family claim it."
Harry had a shrewd idea where this one was going but he wanted Narcissa to be the one to tell him and sure enough the blonde did do so.
"In September of 1991, my son Draco challenged you to a duel and given that the Potters and Malfoys are two old pureblood lines, this duel fell under this agreement," Narcissa offered him as Harry smiled, his grin becoming quite calculating.
"Draco neglected to show up for the duel like the spineless coward that he is," Harry said to Narcissa and the blonde responded with a brisk nod. "Therefore….a forfeit under the laws of magical dueling would be considered a loss."
Harry smiled as he realized the same lesson was enforced time and time again, that was to never squander a resource.
"I receive all of the Malfoy gold, properties, and everything along those lines," Harry said to Narcissa and the blonde nodded swiftly.
"You do, but….you receive much more than that," Narcissa added to him, her face barely concealing the wide grin that she had. "Given pureblood laws, you receive the spoils of war, any wives and heirs."
"So you receive me, Vega, and Mother," Lucretia commented to Harry but then she paused and added as an afterthought. "You'd also get Draco but I doubt that you swing that way."
"I think it's been established that I don't," Harry offered to them.
Vega gave a look of mock sorrow. "Well, Victor will be disappointed."
"Why?" Harry asked but Vega gave him a slight smile.
"No reason," Vega told him with a smile but Narcissa gave her niece an expression that told her that she better knock it off.
"You also get…my sister….Bellatrix," Narcissa said and Harry smiled as he invited her to continue. He knew about some of these circumstances thanks to Andromeda and so far Narcissa was saying the right thing, that being the truth. "My sister….not in her right mind….signed over the holdings of the Lestrange properties to my husband. Thanks to the marriage agreement between Rodolphus and Bellatrix, she became the head of house."
Harry had a question in his eyes and Narcissa answered.
"My father was a very savvy negotiator," Narcissa remarked to Harry and he nodded with a smile on his face. "He always got the most out of things and out of people. Still the fact of the matter is that….Lucius got these properties and thanks to Bellatrix being sentenced to Azkaban, she fell under the dominion of the House of Malfoy."
"So…did Lucius set her up?" Harry asked and Narcissa blinked as she responded.
"Well, Lucius may have claimed that the Longbottoms knew where the Dark Lord was," Narcissa said to Harry as she chose her words carefully. "Bellatrix was angered about the Dark Lord's demise….but she was not the only one. Many of us….well relief was not a word that I would use but some of us second guessed him."
Narcissa thought that the Dark Lord had the right ideas at first, making sure that the Muggles did not overrun them and pollute the ideas that made their culture unique. Muggleborns for the most part felt the need to destroy the virtues that the old families put in place for a long time. Whilst new ideas were needed, they did it in a way that was so much of a culture shock and just spit in their faces.
In many ways, some Muggleborns tried to force their ways on them while claiming that purebloods should not force their virtues on them.
It was also a point that Narcissa recalled that at least twenty five percent of magical crimes against Muggles were against Muggleborns. Some people who white knighted first generation magical users would claim that it was purebloods who committed the crime but muggleborns could get drunk with power as well.
Of course the Dark Lord's right ideas became less and less about maintaining tradition and making sure that the Muggleborns did not end up exposing them to Muggles then everything else. Narcissa and several others saw it but there were others that were blinded by the Dark Lord. Then again, there were many of them who were in it for the power more than anything else of the matter.
"He would do such an underhanded thing," Harry offered to her and Narcissa eyed Harry.
"If you were to claim Bellatrix, the Ministry could not stop you," Narcissa informed him.
"And all I have to do is break her out of Azkaban," Harry commented as he followed this line of thought.
"Well, there are other ways but generally speaking that would be the most direct way,' Narcissa offered him.
Although she had to say, that if anyone could storm the gates of Azkaban and break her sister out, it would be Harry Potter
"You may want to take the potion and give it a test run," Lucretia offered to him and Harry turned towards her as his head nodded.
"Right, because the ravages of Azkaban….they would have done a number on Bellatrix, no two ways about it," Harry commented to Lucretia and the blonde nodded.
"The potion should restore her looks to what they were before she was sentenced to that place along with her sanity," Lucretia offered.
It was here where Narcissa struggled to keep a straight face. Bellatrix's sanity….was quite the fractured thing to begin with but she supposed that Azkaban drove her to the point of no return. She was one of those witches who was the top of everything in her year and she pushed herself to excel, being the middle child of the Black sisters.
That was why she joined the Dark Lord, well one of the reasons. There were very few female Death Eaters out there, the Dark Lord decided that they were only suitable as breeding stock to the next generation of his Death Eaters. That left a bad taste in Narcissa's mouth after she found that out, among the other things she found out about the Dark Lord.
"So it's settled, I storm Azkaban….and break her out," Harry said as he worked together a plan in his head.
'And if the Ministry tries anything, tell them to blow it out of their asses,' Faora thought to him as she perked up. 'Sounds good to me.'
'I figure it might,' Harry thought to her in amusement as a smile crossed his face.
Narcissa was smiling as well and she watched Harry.
"I have copied letters that my husband sent….to colleagues that you might find useful," Narcissa offered to Harry as the blonde kept her gaze on him. "Why don't you, Vega, and Lucretia come upstairs with me now?"
Harry got the not so subtle hint, as Narcissa lead the way up the stairs. He saw her delicious rear swaying in front of him as they walked up the steps and he stepped back, being the gentleman he was to allow Lucretia and Vega to move up the stairs.
As they reached the bedroom, Narcissa cast the necessary privacy spells as Lucretia and Vega took care of locking the doors and the windows.
No sooner did that happen, Narcissa removed her robes to reveal a lacy bra and panties along with stockings. Vega was on one side of Harry, working his shirt off of him and Lucretia was working his pants off.
"Now Harry, I don't need to tell you what to do," Narcissa commented with a purr as she reached into Harry's boxers after his pants had been pulled down.
Azkaban was a cold and desolate location on the North Sea. It was on an island away from the land, with large walls and gates all around. Not that the people inside really needed the walls, the gates, or the water, given that the prisons of their own mind did an adequate job of confining them.
A figure appeared at super speed, kicking the water up as he flew low to ground. He landed directly in front of the gates and put his hand on it. With expert skill, he pried the bars of the gates open and then slipped inside, making his way through the grounds.
Harry Potter was inside Azkaban and he was on a mission that was not going to take him much time, if at all. The green eyed wizard knew his job, he was going to head to the high security wing, take what he needed.
The Ministry did a good job for him; it put all of the Death Eaters in one place, in the high security area. Of course there was no wing of the prison that was more secure than the one that Sirius had been placed in but still it was the thought that counted.
Harry sensed the Dementors coming but he was ready for them. He raised his hand in front of him, a smile crossing his face before he uttered the two words.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
The bright light appeared from his hand and formed into a Nightwing. He directed it and chased the Dementors back. He could sense the creatures getting weaker at the guardian fueled by the thoughts of his activities with Karen, Kara, Faora, and Diana, amongst others.
He reached the high security wing of the prison and sped up the stairs, determination flooding through his face. Harry would reach where he needed to be.
He reached the destination and saw her through the door. She was ragged, malnourished, and there were only slight hints to the previous beauty that she held. Yet, Harry saw Bellatrix Lestrange on the other end of it.
Harry stepped forward and grabbed the edge of the cell as he pulled it open. The door busting off of its hinges.
"Bella, it's your master, we're leaving," Harry told her and Bellatrix obediently got up to her feet, as she moved forward, the ravages of the Dementors were obvious on her face. She shook and shuddered but Harry held her steady.
Harry popped the cork of the bottle that he had, the modified rejuvenation potion he had been working on with Lucretia for years and he tilted Bellatrix's head back to dump the potion down her throat. The dark haired witch shuddered as she felt the potion go to work and it slowly but surely restored her looks and sanity, essentially turning back the clock to how she looked prior to being thrown into Azkaban all these years ago.
It took her body some time to assimilate and she would still need a good meal. Narcissa had informed Harry of a place where he could take her until she could be moved to the castle and given how particular that place was, Harry could only do that after she slept with him.
"Hang on," Harry ordered her and Bellatrix, taken aback by his authority manner, wrapped her arms around him as he stepped back.
The two of them hovered outside the prison and Harry focused his X-Ray vision to try and pinpoint the support beams that held that wing of the prison up, to prevent it from dropping into the water. The Death Eaters were too weak to escape.
Harry smiled, magic was the only thing that held it up, all it took was one little nudge. He squinted his eyes and the magically enhanced heat vision fired through the support beams.
There was several screams that echoed but they were ignored, as the wing with the Death Eaters inside was sliced off. Harry knew that they were driven beyond madness and death would actually be an improvement.
He watched as all of them sunk into the sea, none of them having a chance to be brought back to life. His green eyes followed the progress of a few hands trying to push up but they sank down beneath the water, never to return.
Bellatrix's arms tightened around Harry's neck and she felt herself cum from sheer desire she felt of his power.
They shot off, with Bellatrix balanced on Harry's back, leaving the Death Eaters to their grisly fate.
It would be weeks before their bodies were recovered, after a routine inspection of Azkaban, much too late to do anything.
Bellatrix found herself trying to get back into what passed as being awake and alert. The dark haired witch wondered if the past thirteen or so years of her life had been some kind of wild delusion.
She turned around, she recognized this as her sister Narcissa's bedroom, in one of the Malfoy family dwellings. This entire situation was curious, to borrow a phrase from a certain wand maker. Bellatrix wondered if she could even trust what was going on around her or if these surroundings would prove to be her doom and her gloom.
"So you're awake."
Bellatrix's eyes averted as she saw the green eyes staring there. She recognized him but there was not a person in their world that would not. Granted, she heard the prisoners of Azkaban shriek for his head more often than not but still, he was well known. Not popular in Azkaban, unless one counted being number one to kill with an AK as popular.
"I am," Bellatrix offered as she kept her eyes on him. She sounded oddly tranquil but Harry somehow thought that was not going to last for that long. Call it a crazy hunch but that was just what he thought in the back of his mind. "So I have you to thank for you breaking me out of Azkaban."
"Well, your nephew, you have him to thank," Harry remarked and Bella raised an eyebrow before Harry proceeded to explain to her in as great of detail as possible the situation regarding Draco.
Bellatrix allowed that all to sink in. "Well, I never liked him. Never met him, but I never liked him. After all he's Lucius's brat, and being a male Malfoy is something that is a curse like you wouldn't believe."
"I'll believe it," Harry commented to her with a light smile crossing his face as he watched Bellatrix. The dark haired witch did not take her eyes off of Harry, in fact she was sizing him up quite nicely. "So, how are you feeling?"
"I'm on the mend, but….there are things that I wish to do now that you're here," Bellatrix commented, her eyes flickered with pure maniacal fury and Harry wondered what he was getting himself into. Her violet eyes were quite alluring as Harry watched them. "Now that I'm one hundred percent better, I remember everything, and I remember feeling a taste of your power."
Bellatrix rose up to her feet and wrapped her arms tightly around Harry's waist as a smile crossed her face.
"And I remember enjoying that small taste that you gave me, master," Bellatrix remarked as she brushed her body against him. "It's been a long time since I've gotten pleasured. Dating opportunities weren't too plentiful and my husband….well he and his brother were a bit too into each other."
Harry was not going to ask about the true identity of Vega's father but it was pretty much an open secret that it was not Rodolphus.
"And most of the other Death Eaters…..well they were more into the Dark Lord than I was," Bellatrix said as her eyes flashed and a smile crossed her face, extremely predatory and hungry as she stared Harry down. "And if I see something that I want, if I see something that I need, I'm going to take it."
"Oh, will you now?" Harry asked with a grin as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Yes," Bellatrix told him and without any further preamble, her lips met his lips and she tried to shove her tongue down her throat.
The dark haired witch was using her tongue to drill her way down the throat of her new master as she reached down his pants, trying to grab a hold of his great endowment. Bellatrix closed her hand around him and prepared to worship her new master.
Now that he liberated Bellatrix from Azkaban, the Hufflepuff Cup was in his hands and it was taken to the castle for purging of the Horcux. It would be a useful trinket that he would be able to exploit for his own benefit. Now he was on his way to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black for another item.
'Really, I'm sorry that you had to come to this dump, Harry,' an unknown female voice stated and Harry nearly skidded to a stop.
The young Kryptonian wizard frowned, he had quite a few girls keyed into the bond by now. The Twins, Daphne, Astoria, Ginny, Rose, Lucretia, Nym, Vega, Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Andromeda were a few that he had allowed inside the backdoor from the magical world in addition to his Alphas. They flitted in and out of the bond as Harry had to put them through an activated tutorial.
'Way to give him a heart attack, Jaime,' Karen chuckled through the bond.
'Damn you, Karen, why did you have to spoil my surprise?' Jaime asked in a pouting tone of voice but she could barely keep her face straight otherwise.
'Because it's fun to see you squirm,' Karen thought as a smile cracked across her face as she decided to let Harry onto the secret. 'Well we found out that given that Jaime and I were….involved before the marriage, we had some kind of link, that transferred over to you after we married.'
'Makes perfect sense to me,' Faora commented to her. She could not wait to meet her brother's exact double, although she would technically be Faora's sister.
'Faora,' Jaime thought to Faora through the bond link before she concluded. 'I didn't know you in the past timeline although I think that I would have remembered someone as amazing as you.'
'Well thank you,' Faora thought with a grin.
'Okay, that's enough, the two of you should get a room or something,' Karen thought to both of them through the bond link and both girls snickered in amusement.
'Only if Harry and you are in it,' Jaime thought to them through the link. 'So….I'd like to wish you the best of luck in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry.'
This statement caught him off guard and Harry felt rooted to where he stood in front of Number Twelve Grimmauld place. A place that Sirius claimed that he would never be caught dead in although Harry convinced him not to bulldoze the house, at least until he went over everything inside with a fine tooth comb.
'I'm not entering the Triwizard Tournament,' Harry protested to his double.
Jaime smiled. 'Well at the very least….you're making sure to get those things taken care of. Oh and here's a tip for you, the Come and Go Room that you've been beating yourself of is on the Seventh Floor of Hogwarts.'
Harry was not going to admit it but locating that particular room and the Diadem Horcrux, it was causing him to rip his hair out.
'All you need to do is walk by the Tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy trying to teach trolls ballet, three times, think clearly what you need, and make sure you think about a place where you need to hide things,' Jaime thought to him. 'Riddle's memories might not have been clear and if I recall correctly, the room moved.'
'Why?' Harry wondered.
'Because it was required to be moved,' Jaime thought to him and the snickering of someone.
'So is everyone keyed in?' Karen thought to them.
'Everyone but Hermione because….' Harry thought before Faora jumped in with the reasoning.
'Because Hermione's angsting about the fucking NEWTs will give us all headaches, and it's best to keep her shut out until that's over,' Faora thought to Harry. 'Speaking of which did you pull the strings you needed to?'
'Yes….I did,' Harry thought to her. 'Hermione will be starting at my former school should she chose to go after she concludes her NEWTs.'
Harry thought that Hermione would appreciate the thought of gaining her Muggle education through traditional means. While it was easy to get her the credentials through Gringotts, it did not seem like the Hermione thing to do. Harry knew her enough to say that.
'And besides, all you'd hear through the bond link is a never ending stream of oh my, I'm going to fail everything,' Ginny thought to them as she smiled. Bless Hermione, but she could get pretty neurotic when it came to her studies. 'And….we hear that enough out loud.'
'So how do you think she'll do?' Kara thought.
'She'd hit her NEWTs out of the park, obviously,' Daphne thought, she was trying to keep herself calm about doing her OWLs although it was a potentially stressful endeavor for her. The blonde was not going to lose all sense of her sanity like Hermione was going to.
'So this is the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black,' Amanda thought through the bond link.
'Yes about as noble as a Malfoy's genitals,' Jaime thought.
'Yeah, that was a mental image that we could have all done without,' Harry remarked to them with a shudder.
'The sad things is Draco thinks rather highly of himself, even though he has everything to be embarrassed about,' Lucretia commented in a sigh. Her brother decided to take to strutting around the Mansion nude. 'He seems to think that clothing is optional at home.'
'Again, that's a mental image that I could have done without,' Harry thought as he pushed himself through the house doors and nearly choked on the dust. 'I thought Sirius said that there was a house elf here.'
'Well there's a house elf there, but given that it's Kreacher…..' Andromeda thought before she trailed off.
Bellatrix had no problems finishing her older sister's thoughts. 'There's something fucking wrong with that house elf.'
'Well, your tact has not improved any,' Narcissa commented in a light tone of voice.
'Ladies, do I need to spank you?' Harry thought.
'Are you offering?' Bellatrix asked through the bond link.
'I think they should be punished,' Astoria stated egging him on through the bond link but Harry smiled as he used a dust clearing spell to make the atmosphere a bit more bearable.
"STAINS OF F…."
Harry's eyes shot heat vision into the horrible painting of Mrs. Black and caused it to burn to cinders in a matter of seconds. A permanent sticking charm was no match for heat vision and there was silence.
'Sirius will be disappointed that he didn't see you obliterate his mother,' Andromeda thought to Harry and the rest of the bond mates.
"I'll send him a vial with the memory," Harry smiled as he moved around but he saw the house elf creeping around the shadows.
He could sense trouble so he decided nip that problem in the bud.
"As the heir of the ancient and most noble house of Black, I command you to step into the light and face me," Harry remarked, sure it sounded pompous but it was the only language that a house elf from an old pureblood family would understand. "Kreacher, face me."
"Yes, master," Kreacher commented, he would have liked to say something but ancient magical law prevented him from doing so. It pained him to see his mistress destroyed before him.
"I wish to talk to you about your master, Regulus Black," Harry remarked to him.
Kreacher hung his head low and Harry sensed some house elf self-loathing coming on. It would be best to see this play out as it was. "Kreacher has failed master, master tasked Kreacher with….destroying an item."
"This item would not have been a locket, would it not?" Harry asked Kreacher and the house elf's eyes widened. "I thought so. You will go to wherever you have the locket hidden and you will bring it to me."
"Kreacher cannot…."
"I will allow you to carry out your Master's final wish and destroy the locket," Harry remarked as he turned to Kreacher. "That is not a request, this is an order and you will comply with it."
Kreacher scurried off so fast that he nearly tripped over his feet. He was breathing heavily as he made his way to the room.
Harry could tell that Kreacher had a slight fanatical worship to Regulus Black that was quite unsettling to say the least. He wanted to figure out what the house elf was up to but soon enough he would find out.
The house elf brought the locket back and immediately, Harry knew. He knew what the locket was as he held it clasped in his hand.
He would take the locket, get the Diadem, and all he had left was the familiar.
The Triwizard Tournament arrived, it was hard to believe that this much time passed between now and the tournament but it was true.
Diana was bouncing up and down on the heels of her boots in great excitement, her large breasts swaying and jiggling, to the point where Harry was amused by his wife's antics as he pulled the woman into him closer. Kara stood on the other side of him.
The students crowded around, having been let out of class a half of an hour early to see everyone arriving at the school. As always, the teachers were going to be on edge.
"Someone's taking this a bit too seriously," Kara commented as Harry pulled her into him tightly. The blonde's head rested on his shoulder.
There was a sound of the arrivals as Harry looked up. He saw the arriving of the horse drawn carriages.
'Beauxbatons, always have to be pompous and make an entrance,' Jaime though through the bond link.
'They're a very prideful school,' Harry commented with a chuckle.
Jaime answered with a mirthful expression. 'Well prideful was….yes I guess that's a pretty good descriptive term for them.'
Harry did not say anything, Amanda and Emily slipped off before Emily spoke out loud.
"Look there's Fleur!" Amanda yelled as she lost all sense of herself.
Hermione, actually showed up at that point to see the visitors arriving, but Harry's glance turned to the twins.
"Is there something that you're not sharing with me?" Harry asked to the twins with a smile.
Emily was happy to chime in with an answer. "Well….Fleur….she's the sister of a friend of ours that we had when we were out of the country."
"Amazing," Harry told her as he got a look at the attractive female. He made a mental note to find out more about this one later but now the Durmstrang arrival snatched his attention.
'Well….we like to arrive in style,' Vega commented through the bond link as she sensed Harry's amusement towards her. 'I'd suggest you'd cover your ears, because the fangirl squeals will be obnoxious when Krum shows up.'
'Thanks for the heads up,' Harry thought to her, although he wondered if some people were setting their standards low for the Bulgarian Seeker.
Everyone was talking about Krum being here, how he was the odds on favorite to enter the tournament and compete for his school. The hero of the latest Quidditch World Cup and all that, he was someone who was worshiped by most. He had his share of fangirls and Harry would be a full not to acknowledge.
The feast was going to be amazing as well but Hogwarts always had an excuse to have a top of the line feast. That was just the way that things rolled with the school, they were all about the feasts.
The Goblet of Fire was an old artifact that was going to draw the three champions for the tournament.
"So, I'm in," Diana commented as she wrapped her arms around Harry. Diana had been there the entire day, with Harry and Kara having slipped off briefly. "That Moody….he's really the best security that they could have for the Goblet."
"Oh, Professor Sparkling Eye is guarding the Goblet," Kara remarked as she watched Moody slump away.
"Something's….off about him," Harry whispered. There was paranoid and there was this. Plus, he noticed that Moody seemed to be drinking from that hip flask quite a lot. It indicated he had a drinking problem or that something was up.
Regardless, Harry saw the rest of the security and someone who was a far lot more easier on the eyes, Nym, who smiled and waved at him. The Metamorphmagus sat down along with the rest of the staff and struck a conversation up with Rose.
"This is the final call for all of the names in the tournament," Dumbledore called from the table. "After this moment, being entered in the tournament will no longer be allowed."
"Did you hear about Fred and George?" Ginny asked as she sat herself down across from Kara ,with Hermione sitting next to her. Amanda and Emily followed closely behind her.
"Okay, I'll bite….what did the terrible twosome do?" Harry asked in a curious tone of voice.
"They tried to get past the age line that Dumbledore drew up with an aging potion and well….they got a pair of white beards that put Dumbledore to shame," Ginny commented in amusement.
'The more things change,' Jaime thought to them through the bond link. 'So, just wait any minute….it's going to start. Krum, Diggory, Delacour, and myself were in the tournament.'
'Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of the Triwizard Tournament?' Harry asked to her through the bond link. 'Given that there was four and tri means three.'
'It almost sounds like someone put your name in the Goblet in your world,' Kara commented in a calm tone.
'Yes they did, Snape,' Jaime thought to him. 'And I'm so fucking glad that I wasn't a redhead, otherwise….well you get the picture.'
'Snape can't hide forever,' Andromeda thought as she sensed Harry's agitation towards the greasy haired Potions master bubbling.
The Goblet of Fire was about ready to start and the champions were going to be drawn. Diana was on the edge of her seat waiting, they all were in fact.
"Now, the Beauxbatons champion….FLEUR DELACOUR!"
'Of course,' Jaime thought as she smiled. Fleur was actually fairly nice, once she stopped being a snotty little bitch acting too good for everyone.
"The Durmstrang Champion….VEGA BLACK!"
Krum was shocked as was the rest of the Durmstrang contingent.
'Be careful of their Headmaster,' Andromeda warned Harry.
'That's Karkaroff….didn't he sell out a whole bunch of Death Eaters to save his butt from going to Akzaban?' Harry thought to her through the link as Krum clapped along with a few others.
Now it was the moment of truth, the Hufflepuffs were excited. Cedric Diggory practically sparkled but he was gracious.
The Hogwarts Champion…DIANA POTTER!"
There was a mixed reaction, as Diana was a newbie to Hogwarts and thus, they did not take to outsiders very well. The twins made up for the lack of ovation and when Ginny gave a "Clap or I will hex you into the next century" look, the rest of the Gryffindor house began to clap.
Diana did not care, the fact that Harry and Kara were looking on her with smiles was all the adulation she needed.
The Goblet grew quiet and Harry prepared himself to cheer Diana on.
Dumbledore shifted to give a speech.
"The Triwizard Tournament will be a…."
The Goblet of Fire roared back to life and Harry's gaze fell upon the Goblet as it did so. Kara wondered what was going to happen now.
'Wait for it,' Jaime thought to him.
Dumbledore picked out a slip of paper and he held it in his hand. There was a long pause before he read the name out.
"HARRY POTTER!"
'Told you so,' Jaime thought in a smug tone as Harry braced himself to stand up but he was not standing up to silence.