The rest of the weekend passed without any event of note. On the evening of the Greengrass visit, the two girls, once again, joined Harry in bed. And, again, he made no comment or move, other than to allow them to slide in on either side of him. They did the same thing the next night.
Once they were all settled on the Sunday night, he asked them, "Though I certainly don't mind, you know there are two bedrooms with their own ensuites that aren't being used now?"
"Don't be silly, Harry," chuckled Hermione. "We still use our own bedrooms and bathrooms. Where would we get cleaned and dressed if we didn't have them?"
Harry had to bite his tongue not to answer that one. However, Daphne had clearly come to the same answer on her own. "Not yet, Harry; alright?"
"You know I don't mind," he responded. "Whatever you're comfortable with is fine by me. If you want, we can discuss each step... each stage... before we take that step. What do you think?"
After having already turned out the lights, Harry was unable to see the expressions on the faces of the other two. So, he just waited to hear what they'd say.
Hermione answered first. "That makes a great deal of sense."
"Mmm," murmured Daphne. "Yes. I... think I'd like that."
Within a few minutes, with all three thinking about that plan, they drifted off to sleep.
Monday morning began when the three bondmates walked in to the Great Hall for breakfast, it was to see the Headmaster once more sitting at the table; though looking quite unwell.
The three looked at the elderly man strangely before heading to the Gryffindor table to break their fasts.
When they arrived, but before sitting, it was to see the two youngest Weasleys also sitting there. That stopped the three of them cold.
Furious, Harry stormed up to the head table.
From a distance of about two feet from the leading edge of the dais he shouted at the aged Headmaster while pointing back at the Gryffindor table. "What the Hell are those two doing here? Why aren't they in either a Ministry holding cell... or, better yet... Azkaban?"
"Potter!" Snape loudly snarled. "You arrogant little snot. How dare..."
Which was as far as he got before Harry pulled his wand from his pocket and, with a loud bellow of "Stupefy!" launched a knockout curse right at the tall black-dressed man.
Snape had to dive sideways out of his chair as the back of it nearly shattered from the impact of the curse.
"Harry!" exclaimed the Headmaster, quite shocked.
"Sorry, Professor!" Harry smartly replied. "I was under the Imperius curse! Either that, or it seems to be a compulsion of some sort that makes me attempt to defend myself from verbal assault each time some person abuses me."
"Now, Harry," stuttered Dumbledore. "I don't think that's possible."
Meanwhile, Professor Snape repaired and retook his seat, clearly looking to hex Harry right back, but - after a sneer from Fake-Moody where the man was still filling his role as the real Moody and appeared ready to defend the three teens - withheld himself.
"Ah!" Harry happily exclaimed to Dumbledore. "So, you agree that all those claims of being under the Imperius curse by the alleged Death Eaters in 1981 weren't possible. Well, seeing as you know that... and as you're the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot... I'm sure we can soon look forward to all those perjurers facing justice and being sent to Azkaban for their crimes.
"How soon will we be seeing them on trial, Chief Warlock Dumbledore?"
With a look crossed between one of sorrow and anger, Dumbledore replied, "I think we'll take this to my office, right now, Mister Potter," and moved to stand.
"And miss breakfast... the most important meal of the day... Sir?" Harry shot right back.
Hesitating a few moments with a steely look at Harry, Dumbledore replied, "After breakfast, then," and settled back down again.
"In the meantime, Sir," Harry smoothly asked, "Perhaps you can tell me why Ronald and Ginevra Weasley are currently sitting at the Gryffindor table? After all, they tried to poison me with love potions only a few days ago. And it appeared they were planning on doing the same to my bondmates."
"We'll discuss that in my office after breakfast, Mister Potter," the Headmaster firmly stated with a hard look back.
"In that case, Sir," Harry firmly said, "We three will enjoy our breakfast at the Slytherin table. I don't want to heighten the risk of any of us being poisoned again."
Without awaiting a response, he turned to Professor McGonagall and clearly said, "Professor. As we have been summoned to the Headmaster's office after breakfast... a man who, when we last visited his office, illegally attacked both me and Miss Greengrass... as mine and Miss Granger's Head of House, I ask for your attendance, as well. I have no need to ask for Professor Snape's attendance on behalf of Miss Greengrass as I have no doubt he'll be there; whether his attendance is requested, or not."
Without awaiting a response from Professor McGonagall either, Harry turned and led the two girls over to the Slytherin table.
During breakfast, Harry broached the subject of the three of them being re-sorted.
"I think we should, just to get away from the Weasley potion princesses," Harry quietly said to the other two. "Plus, I can see how uncomfortable it is for Daphne to sit there or here."
"Then what House would we go into?" asked Hermione.
"Harry's right; and Ravenclaw," replied Daphne, equally quietly. "The three of us are clearly going to be considered smart enough to be in that House. We'll just need to convince the Hat."
"The Hat wanted to put me in Ravenclaw during my initial sort," Hermione admitted. "But, I begged it to put me into Gryffindor; because that's the House Headmaster Dumbledore was in when he was a student here."
"You already know I was supposed to go into Slytherin," Harry added.
"And it considered sorting me into Ravenclaw, as well," said Daphne. "So, we're agreed? Ravenclaw?"
Harry and Hermione both nodded their heads.
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