12

Hermione was upset. The dinner did not get any better. From the looks on her parents' faces; she was in for a long discussion ahead of her. It sucked that she agreed with most of her parent's objections and anger.

Magical Britain was a cesspool. It was dangerous to live in England for her and her family. Having her husband having a harem was not something she could even fathom as a child. She wanted a house, lots and lots of books, a loving husband, maybe a pet or two, and two to three children. Now she might have six to ten children and four or five sister wives. Not something romantic to me back then. Now I do not know why it deals feel right.

She also found out that Harry and she would not be able to visit for the rest of the summer if her parents would even let her. At least she could still owl Harry and her other friends. Her parents did tell her she could do that. She was partially afraid they would cut her off from all of the magical society during the summer.

{S}

"Croaker, I am glad you are here. What is left this summer?"

"Just a couple of spells, and one potion," Croaker said. The look he had let Harry know this was going to be amusing.

"What are the spells, why these spells, and the potion?" Harry knew from the look; he would be doing something that violated British magical laws. He knew that the man did not think the Wizengamot passed laws that benefitted the society.

"The Patronus, The Scutum, and an age potion," Croaker said.

"I have heard of the patronus spell but what is the scutum?"

"The scutum is a dark magic spell. It uses a memory of hate, rage, or despair. It is also an anti-dementor spell. The animal it summons can kill dementors. It can be cast in tandem with the patronus. One for defense, one for an offense. Plus, it doesn't need the caster to continue powering it. If your will is not strong; it will kill you. It is created by fiendfyre. So, control is a must."

"You still did not say about the age potion," Harry smirked. "Would it be a potion to temporarily age me which will end the trace? Then a day later I am my real age and there is nothing to reestablish the trace. I won't even question the legality of that or the scutum." "You are wrong on a slight bit. The potion only lasts an hour. It will also end the spells Albus put on your official wand. " Croaker looked depressed. "You are not allowed to have an incident on the way to school this year."

"You are no fun." Harry teased. He knew the man wouldn't deny Harry that fun without a good reason.

"I am getting you to Azkaban for the Yule holiday. I don't want any Aurors killed, but every last death eater better be. Muggle means will be used. That is better than a few children. We don't need it to appear that the death eaters are being hunted. They are like roaches, they would flee and breed in the shadows."

"One last thing, the attack on my house!" Harry almost snarled. He wanted answers before he let Croaker go. He was sure the man had researched the attack. He would have answers. Now, would he part with that information?

"I have friends with the Australian and Austrian DoMs. Your mom and sister will be safe. We know one of the two death eaters that did the attack. Once we find out the other, well your mother and aunt did not need to lose their house. I am sure part of it was to try to force you to live where Dumbledore wanted. The other, your aunt and you are on the death eaters' list. Either case, the bad men must apologize for that right?" Croaker said. Harry just nodded. He loved the dark humor.

{M}

Representative Hooksnarl

First, I slew a basilisk in a parselmouth-protected chamber underneath Hogwarts. Please send a team to rend it. By doing so I will pay with five percent of the meat. If you want the rest of the meat, I expect a fair price.

Second, if the hides in the chamber are usable for armor, please transfer the hide to my trust vault.

Last, I want a quantity of venom plus a couple of fangs made into knives. All other parts of the basilisk are to be sold. The proceeds go into my trust vault. I agree in advance to whatever fees Gringotts will charge for all this. The entrance is on the second floor, right tower girl's bathroom.

Second, I need my vaults moved to your French Branch.

Harry

{M}

Account holder Harry Potter

The treatment of the basilisk has been completed.

The headmaster and deputy headmistress tried to stop us; but with threats to their vaults, they let us do the contracted work for you.

Your trust vault is over five million galleons larger with four fangs, four liters of venom and enough basilisk hide for twenty combat robes. Since I was told it was okay to let you know; whatever was in your trust vaults, etc. was moved to our French Branch. Your vaults here are now empty. We will not charge you for keeping the empty vaults for ten years.

I am moving to France also.

Potter Account Manager

Hooksnarl

{M}

Hermione

Love

Again, my training takes time away from you. I am going to be learning the patronus spell. The spell creates a magical construct that chases them off. It is always an animal. Before you ask, I want you to learn the spell so yes, I will and can teach you. I am sure you can learn it. The ministry does not want non Aurors to learn it but it is not illegal. Also, it is not a spell many can cast. It is beyond newt level. Only the top witches and wizards can cast it. So you will be able to do so. You will love this, casting it, gives extra credit on your owl and newt tests.

The minister placed dementors around the school to protect it from the escapees from Azkaban. I think the death eaters bribed him to do it. Those creatures are more likely to kiss the students. The kiss turns your body into a mindless coma until the body shuts down and it dies.

The kiss is supposed to be a few magnitudes of pain more than the cruciatus curse. It is also supposed to destroy your soul. So keeping those creatures away is critical.

I found a way to remove the trace. So, if you want, we can take care of that on our first trip to Hogsmeade. It is not legal but it is not illegal.

I will be totally busy for the next two days. I will see you on the express.

So, there are two questions left outstanding.

Now that your parents know me and mine better plus the situation; will they sign?

Are you still allowed to be my girlfriend? I understand if it is a no.

Your ????? Friend

Harry

{M}

Miss Daphne Greengrass

Hello, I am not sure how to start this so I will go on with a warning. Please read all of this before responding. The family I am staying with {Muggle guardian who is a squib, and her sister – ministry of magic employee} has received your consort betrothal contract. There were a couple of issues with it. First, let me say that I do not have any objections about the contract or you as a person. That said, you sent it to the wrong place. Because you put consort of the house Potter, there is a major issue. Albus Dumbledore was made my magical guardian in 91. He also feels that any neutral house is actually the same as a dark house, so good luck with him approving it. He did sign a marriage contract between me and Ginevra Weasley five days after my parents died. So, the headmaster is trying to run my Potter life. If you send the contract again and want it to have a chance, send one for House Black. My godfather, the Black, has already told me that he would approve any contact that I agree to.

He will do so even if my magical guardian of House Potter doesn't agree. Before I agree though, I would like to have a long discussion with you. Since you already signed the contract that was already sent, I want to know why you did so. Since it is July twenty-ninth, you need not respond via letter. We can talk on the express.

There is one other major issue I feel you should be warned about. My magical guardian may sign another marriage contract. We might be in a situation where I have a wife I will not see, have no contact with, and give no support to. That is non-negotiable.

So do not trust the headmaster; I do not. For our safety, if you are his follower; you are my enemy.

Harry James Potter

Heir Black

Heir Potter

Heir Peverell

{S}

As usual, Harry got to the express as soon as it was boarding. He found an empty compartment midway through the train.

Harry started by scanning for charms or curses. Finding none, he started putting upwards. The privacy and notice-me-not were set to trigger once the train started. That done, he expanded the room so he could set up a garderobe tent. Now was the time to wait and hope. Then he realized; he shouldn't hope. Hope was the denial of reality. What was going to happen had already been decided.

Harry realized that the headmaster must have played games during the last express trip. It was more than the wards, he must have other students funnel him into that specific compartment. Harry could have forced in on another compartment. Damn; the headmaster, was a manipulative old bastard; someone who didn't care who got hurt for his plans.

{S}

Hermione arrived first. After Harry put her trunk on the rack, she turned to him. She placed her right hand on the back of his neck. Then, she pulled his head down to her and kissed him full on the lips. Even with her eyes closed, she figured that he was definitely shocked because he was as still as a statue.

But then… His mouth began to move in response to hers, and she felt him wrap his arms around her before pulling her body closer to him. She tried deepening the kiss, grazing her tongue across his lips as either a request for her or an invitation to him. He immediately responded and met her tongue with his own.

A minute later, they pulled back and separated, gasping for air. Neither had learned to breathe through their noses yet. Once they could speak. "Well hello, Ms. Granger. Can I expect that kind of kiss regularly."

"Maybe Mister Potter; if you keep being a wonderful boyfriend. An unspeakable brought me a book on the patronus spell." Then Hermione hit him in the chest.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"Risking your life in duels. I know you didn't have a choice but I don't like it when you risk yourself. Malfoy was Voldemort's number three. The only person better in a duel was Bellatrix." While rubbing his chest where she had hit him. She was embarrassed that she had hit him. She should know better. It was abuse; something her boyfriend got from his biological family. Something she promised to not do it again. She felt shame. She would have to apologize to him.

Harry shrugged. "I am learning how to fight. So, it is not quite a David versus the Goliath. It was actually like Chris Eubank versus the American Bugs Bunny. I won by cunning; not brute force. The result was a foregone conclusion. Plus, I even ate a carrot afterward."

"Yeah, I know. Umm." Hermione looked hesitant. "Please forgive me for hitting you, I shouldn't have."

"I will spank your bare ass later. That is your one warning, now why else were you hesitant, Hermione."

"Let's start. As you gathered, my parents don't like it but they will let our relationship continue. Now, you need to know, my dad was in the twenty-second special air service regiment before he got hurt, met Mom, and became a dentist."

Harry signaled to continue.

"My parents talked after our dinner. It was heated in parts. My parents want me safe. After that; they want my whole family safe. I am glad your aunt made sure that there were so few options. Most importantly, I am glad she made it so that options like fleeing are not currently on the table. So, anyway, my dad is going to ask your aunt if she would also train me in keeping me safe."

"Does your dad hold with the best defense is a deadly offense? Also, will you learn to be more confident, after all, who dares, wins?"

"Yes." She said with a bit of a blush. She had been having fantasies involving Harry. She hoped she could gather enough courage to try some of them with her boyfriend. The idea of a bare-bottom spanking caused weird feelings in her. If it wasn't because she did something stupid…

"How do you feel about it?" Harry asked. He was concerned that he might be pushing her too far and too fast.

"I am not sure. Because of all the bullying from the purebloods, and what I have read about the death eaters and the last war, I don't know. I know from reading about wars; it will escalate. Innocents will get hurt, and killed. Atrocities both planned and unplanned will happen. Every side will not be innocent."

"Well, you have to be sure. I can teach you some shields, and refine the patronus charm until you get sure. You can use that spell to send messages."

"You think I will get sure?" Hermione asked with a trembling voice. She knew this might be a make-or-break moment.

"Hermione, you are overthinking it. Once you stop that; you will come around." Harry said with a smirk. "A situation will happen where you will just react. From that point on, you will be fine. That moment for me was when I saw Draco Malfoy had his wand out; pointing at me. I knew my survival was on following what I had learned. When I woke up in the hospital; I knew that the next time, I could actually cast first. That the next time I killed, I would not be happy; but it would not bother me unless I accidentally hurt some innocent bystander."

Harry turned sad. "Because of the diary, I know Tom is coming back. The question is only when. You are right; you will see terrors of the damned. You may even be the cause of some of them. I know I will. I still want to live long enough to have a loving family. A family with you."

"What?" Hermione almost shrieked. She had read about the first war after becoming the boy-who-lived; friend. She had to know what forged his life. Voldemort could not come back; now she learned that was a lie. If Harry was right; and she was sure he was; slaughters and other horrors were in the future.

"Here is what really happened in the chamber of secrets," Harry said, knowing she needed to know.

Before he started, they heard a knock on the door; Harry looked and found Susan, Luna, and Daphne outside the compartment. The wards worked as he planned. No person he did not want to see, found him. He knew at least one male Gryffindor prefect was a Dumbledore sycophant.

Harry let the girls' in. "Harry, how was your summer?" Susan asked.

Before Harry answered he locked the compartment and activated the wards. Daphne raised her eyebrow. Harry saw that they were about to put their luggage on the rack and decided to give them a hand. "Allow me," he said while whipping his wand out from its holster, to silently levitate their items on the rack with both trunks on the racks he returned to his seat ignoring the shocked faces of the girls about his voiceless magic. Harry had to smirk at Hermione the most.

Then Harry motioned for silence as Daphne started to talk. Harry cast a few spells causing a few items on her glow. He a few more waves of his wand and mumbles under his breath while watching all but two of them fade. He did the same to her friend. She only had one tracker on each, her tie, and her necklace. All of the students' ties had a tracking charm on them this year. He knew the rune for them was only allowing the tie to be tracked in a schoolwide emergency. The tie would glow slightly when that happened. The school board put the rules when it was an emergency; over the headmaster's complaints.

"Daphne, did you know you had both tracking charms and listening charms on you? I left the tracking charm on your necklace that feels like it is your family magic and your tie, a school board-required charm. The rest I banished." Harry said while sitting down. Hermione took the time to snuggle up to his side.

"Do you think it was the old goat?" Daphne said amused. Harry just smirked.

"Susan and Luna, other than your ties, you were clear," Harry stated. He wanted to gain the trust of the girls.

"Probably, but before we actually get in-depth, Susan, and Daphne, do you both have training in Occlumency? Harry asked. He already knew the answer but not asking would be a faux pas.

"That is one of the reasons I am asking. It will get worse. If you want to leave… I think that, hell I know, Dumbledore is my enemy. So is Tom err Voldemort, and probably Fudge also." Looking at the girls and trying to see how they reacted to his statements. He knew would be a lot for them to handle. He only hoped that at least Hermione would.

"Yes, my dad made sure I can keep secrets. I would bet that Susan's aunt did the same for her. So, are you trained, Hermione?" Daphne asked.

"Yes." She smiled, "Harry made sure that I can. Dumbledore tried Legilimency on Harry. Professor Flitwick even commented about how badly hurt the headmaster was when Harry pushed him out of his mind. So anyone around Harry must be protected since the headmaster won't make that mistake again. I also heard that Professor Snape is a Legilimen."

"My dad told me that I was a natural. Since we both work for the Quibbler as well as own it, we have to keep some secrets; secret." Luna said proudly. Her dad made sure she knew sources had to be protected. The ministry had tried to get their sources before.

"Speaking of that old goat. He did veto the consort agreement for House Potter. My dad will be sending another to the Black." Daphne groaned. Her whole family hated the chief warlock. He was as bigoted as any ethnic cleanser. Neutral was not evil; no matter what that bastard thought. But now neutral meant against Dumbledore. That was fine with her family.

"Good, I think, but before I tell Sirius to sign it, I need information from you." Harry stared at the blonde witch.

"What do you want to know?"

Pointing to his snuggle bug. "I have a courting contract signed with Hermione. When I can, I plan on marrying her. So, is she acceptable to you?"

"A courting contract? Is it exclusive?" The Daphne asked at the counter.

She knew Dumbledore would never agree with that. So what other family was the boy head of the family now? Or scion of. She had wanted to be Misses Black, but this could change, depending.

"Yes, her dad signed off on it, as did Flitwick. It is to protect her. It expires on her seventeenth birthday. It is supposed to be succeeded by a marriage contract. The wording is weird and highly biased. It is exclusive so that I cannot court another witch except for other witches who want to be one of my other consorts and wives. But it only stops me courting; not shagging or buggering. Our world is run by stupid old men."

Harry continued with obvious disgust. "I wonder at the value. Doesn't that really allow me to court most of Hogwarts, really? How many of them want to be married in one or the other fashion to the boy who lived?" Harry said with disgust. "At least I was able to get the sexual parts removed. It is bullshit if I can fuck around and the girl has to be chaste. I don't mind if the girl has experience before the wedding night. Especially if some of it includes me. But even if not; there is no reason I should care; so I don't." The girls gave him approving looks at that.

"Since you are asking me questions, I feel I should be able to ask some as well?" Daphne snapped. She then blushed; she did not want to come off as a bitch. She did not want to lose her chance with Harry or lose her friends. Plus she was with Harry to protect her sister. She would do anything for her sister. No reason to risk that. There was also the truth her mother told her. Her mom admitted her own marriage was not for love, but she learned to love the man.

"That is fair, do you want in on this also, Mione?" Harry asked. This sounded like a painless way to get to know the girls. While he grew up with three girls; he still did not understand them. He knew that girls could be very touchy. Thinking of all the times his sister blew up with him for no reason he could understand Daphne's snap.

"I think we will all be forced together a lot, but it would be better to know each other a bit more first. I will go next, what is your relationship with Tracy?" Hermione asked.

Daphne blushed. "We were best friends and occasional lovers." Daphne was finally admitted. "I would keep her as my side squeeze but she is a jealous witch's witch. So, I think I will have to settle with keeping her as my friend but nothing more. I will miss the sexual touch of a female, but I think I can be happy just in Harry's bed."

"Susan, my adopted aunt said that your aunt is also interested in you joining my group. How do you feel about that, since I have already said yes to Hermione, and will tell the Black to sign Daphne's contract? How do you feel about them?" Harry asked.

"We got along well together last year. I think it is fine. Both the situation and my future harem mates. I grew up knowing I would have to share if I wanted to honor my parents by continuing my line. Consorts are known to be more than friendly with the wife. So, if I become intimate with one or more in your "harem" and it makes me, us happy, then I am fine with it."

"The magical world is weird. Sirius told me that I could play around but that wives or whatever were expected to be chaste unless I allowed otherwise. Such hypocrisy. Before you ask, before marriage, you can shag or not shag at your own pleasure. After marriage, only inside the family please."

Daphne laughed. "The wizarding world is run by perverted old men; did you expect them not to be hypocritical? On your side, all you have to do is feel that the girl in question might possibly join as a wife or consort to drop a contract; and those usually demand that she is faithful and, in many cases, penalize the witch if she is not intact. For us, we can usually play around with someone that is already your wife, consort, or ones you have contracts to be so. There is no way I will join you for one-night stands or such. I hope you will respect that." Harry smirked; but nodded in agreement. While the ritual boosted his stamina; he was sure a small harem would be more than enough.

"You are right. What was I thinking? Of course, the crusty old bastards were not going to stop their own fun. I will not do that. No matter how cute; if the girl isn't consort or wife material judged by you ladies; I won't touch them." Harry sighed. "Aside from self-preservation; I am sure if you actually become wives and consorts; I would not have enough energy to go looking elsewhere. Besides with all of you; why would I want to?"

Luna chirped in. "I am sorry, Harry. To keep us all safe; we may have to indulge on occasion."

All of the teens sighed at that but accepted the reality. The girls realized if they got Harry's heart; he would do anything to keep them safe. Luna also foresaw a bloody future.

Harry continued. "That said, what you do or do not do with each other is really not my business. If you want me to join; fine though, but that is your decision. I will not force any of you that way. It was explained to me that if you are intimate with your sister's wives, I think the term is, you will not be penalized, and I won't either. I think it is Daphne's turn?"

"What happened last year? Dumbledore didn't say enough. There are still people that think you are the heir of Slytherin. As far as who you shag before we wed. I think we would all appreciate no one outside our group unless there is a good reason for doing so." Daphne wasn't as concerned; whatever was done for the family was fine for her. She needed knowledge; that was more important.

Harry agreed; then proceeded to tell what all happened last year. The girls were outraged at the staff for their lack of concern for the students. The headmaster was their prime target. Harry's history proved that the person that was supposed to keep them safe was actually the person setting them up to die. Hermione was really shocked by Dumbledore's mudblood slip.

Then Harry added, "The basilisk netted about five million galleons. I was going to have the goblins restore the Potter family manor; well not really, I tried to create a new one; just not in Great Britain; apparently, I can't do it though. Until I am of age; the old goat can and did put a stop to it."

"I want either an actual house or a yacht. But I feel it should wait until the future. Like, when we are all official. I think many things might change between now and then. Plus, all I need is a few house elves, and your lovelies, and I am all set for a family. Since we are going into a war; or after a war; it will have war wards and a fidelis. I will be the secret keeper. My wives and children will be safe no matter what. Speaking of that. I have these bracelets that detect poisons and potions. I got extra ones for all of you."

All of the girls were silent in shock. "Well, I have no concern about you being able to take care of multiple wives and consorts." Daphne chuckled.

"Harry, do you realize how much that is worth in the muggle world?" Hermione wanted to know. She wanted to get back on that track.

"No, don't care. It is enough to make sure I can afford a large family and only have to work to avoid boredom. Sirius said it was quite larger than the whole Black worth. There are also the Potter vaults. Both the Blacks and the Potters have investments. So, money is not something I feel I need to think about. In your case, the Potter family vault has all the books from the old manor's library. Sirius sent the Black Library to that same vault. You will have enough galleons to expand it. I will make sure the final family "home" has an expandable room for its library just for you, Mione. Though I have heard that Daphne is at your heels in academics. Both of you might be in there all the time." Causing both girls to blush.

"Well, I get to ask the next. Daphne, why and what do you get out of being his consort." Susan asked.

Daphne took a few minutes to gather her thoughts. "Well, the why, as consort I would still be heir of my family. My first male child would carry on the line. My sister, Astoria, would be able to marry for love. She would not be forced into a line continuation contract. The biggest thing I would get from this is protection. Astoria, Tracy, and I would be off-limits to other Slytherins. They would not dare to try to force us to satisfy them. The protection of our family has barely been enough before now."

"That goes on in Slytherin?" Hermione was pissed. How could the school allow such activities to happen? Did the headmaster know? The heads of house? The head boy and girl? Prefects? If they did, she would not agree to stay in the school. She realized that even with the headmaster; she loved the school; and wanted to graduate from it. She just hoped the situation would not deteriorate enough to force her and Harry to flee. It would kill her if that happened.

"Yes, there is also the threat of death eaters that force those in the grey to have their children marry or dally with the dark."

"That is horrible. Harry, please accept for now. Daphne has been one of my few friends. We have to do anything to protect her." Hermione growled.

"So, you want me to also protect Tracy, Daph? Would she have to be my side chick so I can do that?" Harry asked with a knowing smile. He knew that Tracy would never act as a girlfriend or lover to any male. Every student in Hogwarts knew that Tracy was a witches, witch. Harry thought that may just be a cover for herself from other Slytherins.

"Since no one knows she only bats for my team; in theory; you could appear to turn her. However, she wouldn't be willing to appear to be that for you. But you could have the Black grant her vassalship. I assume you did that already to protect Hermione?"

"I did," Harry answered. "Who is next?"

"I pass, my ability of a seer usually grants me the information I want or need to know. Luna said dreamily. "Susan?"

"Who here bats for both teams? Susan asked.

"I don't know if I do, I am more than curious. At least with you three. I haven't thought further than that. I am just barely accepting that I will have to share my bed with other girls and with Harry. I…" Hermione stuttered.

"I am the same. I am not sure if I can or will." Susan stated.

"I have only bat for the home team so far. I am looking forward to having Harry's bat. I will not push any of this harem into doing anything that makes you too, uncomfortable. That said, if you want to try out your curiosity, I won't mind helping you with that." Daphne said.

Harry blushed. "So far, I have no interest in batting for the home team. For matters of boy and girl; I am still not comfortable with much. If it matters, Hermione stole my first kiss. I think she wants to be the first in each step of the way. I am okay with that. What I mean, however comfortable I am with Mione; I don't want the pressure to go further. Either pressure on me or any of you girls. I will be blunt; I don't want to go further with you than what you are comfortable with."

"Really, I would like you to try to go further though. I get super horny and using my hands for a couple of times makes my dick sore."

"A couple of times?" Daphne looked at him with doubt.

"I can cum a couple of times in a row. I stay hard the entire time. Each time lasts about fifteen minutes."

"That is interesting. Tracy and I limited ourselves to fingers and tongues. Because many men want to break the barrier. I was surprised that being intact on our wedding night was not in the contract anywhere. That is definitely not normal magical British society, and I thank you for that."

"Wouldn't that mean the first time for you all, as women, would suck for the wedding night?"

"Not if the woman is smart. Because of the contract, my mom put me on the contraceptive potion. She intends to get me Maiden's Relief. It makes it easier to experience … the first time you experience sexual penetration." Daphne replied.

Hermione and Harry were shocked. "Well, I guess that is the major point. Hermione, do you have any further questions?"

"No, but we were friends all last year. Once you joined the study session, Harry, you saw how we all worked well together. I think I would be happy to be with all of these ladies as my sister wives."

"Do you have any other questions, Daphne?

Susan?"

"What is your third family line? Since you said I could be with Lady Black; Dumbledore may have a Misses Potter; what would Hermione be?

Daphne asked.

"Croaker said I am of the Peverel line. I know nothing about that line. Plus, I won the Malfoy line through the right of Conquest." Harry said looking at Hermione with an unspoken question. She nodded back. She would research the line. "Is there anything else we need to learn to be around you?" Susan asked.

"That is a great question. Hermione's parents have stated they want her trained to defend herself. I am hoping she will be able to be at my side in battle. I would like Daphne to be on my other side. I don't know how you would fit into that. My adopted aunt is unspeakable. She said that both Mione, Luna, and Daph will grow into the ability to be hit, witches."

Hermione and Daphne blushed in shock. "Really?" they said in tandem.

"Yes. Just like I will be a war wizard." Harry stated.

Susan smiled. "Well Harry, my aunt said I could be a high-end Auror. Since I had planned on being an Auror like my aunt; my power level will be okay. I think you having an Auror with you will be helpful."

Harry nods. "An Auror and three hit witches. So far that looks fine. That is of course if you three, want to be trained as a hit witch?"

"Really, Harry?" Daphne responded.

"Yes, my aunt is one for the DoM. She would be happy to teach you."

"Did she teach you?" Daphne inquired.

"Yes, but I am also in training to be a war wizard. So, you three backing me would make us very lethal."

Daphne and Susan went pale. They didn't catch it the first time. "You are powerful enough to be a war wizard?"

"Yes, that is one secret you have to keep."

"Okay, I feel that I am not on the same page. Please explain." Hermione demanded. "She was embarrassed that she did not know some parts of wizarding culture.

"Only the most powerful witches or wizards can get the title of war wizard or witch. The spells they can cast require a lot of magical power. They are living and walking weapons of mass destruction. Taught truly cataclysmic spells. They are rare. As far as I know, there is one in Bhutan. Dumbledore is powerful enough to become one but was never trained for that. Same with he-who-is-not-named. No one else currently in Europe."

"Hit-witches are a lethal ministry or ICW enforcers. They are normally only drawn from the most powerful in the DMLE. Again, they are not common. With all the budget reductions, officially the British Ministry doesn't have any right now. France has two, while Ireland has one. Right now, not even Madam Bones is powerful enough to be one."

"My aunt is officially a spell researcher in the DoM. She is a fully trained and ICW-certified hit witch though." Harry said with pride. "ICW certification is higher than British. You four would all fit the ICW certification not just British." "Fudge's backers don't want the DMLE to be able to fight the death eaters. So, they will not hire someone that could be trained to that level. One on one a hit-witch can take out any death eater but Dolohov and Bellatrix. A hit person has the same power level as those two. So, it would be a fight as equals if not for all the dark spells they know."

"Those were the two that escaped Azkaban," Luna said scared.

"Escape, or maybe let out. Rookwood was let out to attend a meeting in Knockturn Alley. He escaped and the ministry covered it up. Luckily, he has not shown up anywhere since. Someone probably killed him. He was the most powerful death eater and an ex unspeakable. He was almost at war wizard level." The girls looked at Harry speculatively.

"I heard about your house being reduced to ash. Where do you live now?" Susan asked.

"On a boat, in the largest of the four suites. My aunt insisted. My adopted mom is now in Australia, my adopted sister is in a special boarding school on the continent." Further conversation was halted as the train came to a screeching halt, and the lights began to flicker.

"Wh-what is going on?" Hermione stammered out with a slight panic in her voice.

Daphne caught sight of something from outside and pressed her forehead to the window to get a better look. Moments later as she saw something dark fly onto the train and withdraw with a sharp gasp as the glass surface began to ice over.

Daphne muttered in suspicion as she glanced at the window, which was beginning to ice over. "Hermione, do you know what kind of flying creatures cause immense cold by chance?"

"Several, nothing that should be bothering us on a train." the Ravenclaw answered automatically.

"Yeah... that is what I thought..." Daphne said with a strained voice.

A creeping cold began to seep through the carriage, causing Harry to shift Hermione off of him and rise from his seat before turning to leave. He had been exposed to a dementor while training with Croaker.

"W-wait! Harry where are you..." she called out desperately, hoping for him to not only stay where it was, reasonably, safe but also to protect them.

"To greet our guests of course. I doubt anyone on this train can drive them off. It would be rude of us not to greet them properly. Our guests are the wonderful guards of Azkaban; the dementors. I was taught spells to deal with them. If you use your mind shields, the fear will go away. So will the memories they dredge up. Hermione, the patronus spell, if any get to this carriage."

With that, he opened the door and slowly strolled down the hallway, followed seconds later by the other teens. Harry was right; the occlumency got rid of the fear and memories. So, they drew their wands, following along to help Harry deal with the threat.

At the end of the car, a hooded figure floated towards him. "Expecto Patronus" Harry shouted. A large stag came out of his wand and charged the figure. It quickly fled and the temperature slowly began to rise. "See, I needed to make sure no one was going to get kissed. Ladies, let's go back to our compartment."

On the way back, they were passed by a spectral white wolf that was running down the passageway.

"It appears that someone else knows how to get rid of them. Must be our new DADA teacher." Harry said with a grin. At least the teacher knew their position.

Harry turned to the girls. "Despite you were scared, you came after me. I assume you were able to get your minds protected so they were no longer scary?" The girls nodded. "Then I will have Sirius sign your contracts."

"Yes, spouse." Daphne gave him a quick yet passionate kiss.

"Hermione?"

Hermione gave Daphne a matching kiss and then turned to him. "Yes, and yes I will have to learn to be better than Daphne at defending you." "I will be your Auror. Terror to all scum and villains that try to harm us and ours." Susan said kissing all three of the other teens on their cheeks.

"I want to create art as carnage," Luna said absently. Shocking them all. It was easy to ignore the girl; then with statements like this; they figured she would be a demon in battle.

"Good, then I have a surprise for you all. My aunt arranged for an ICW Hit team to come to teach us this year. Officially they are teaching dueling and dada since the board will not pay Flitwick. Flitwick cannot teach the class. He may show up on occasion to teach though. I am sure Dumbledore will fight it but since it is being paid for by the Black and approved by the board he will have no choice."

{S}

The ICW Auror was met by the gatekeeper who did not look happy to see her. Hagrid reluctantly opened the gate and allowed the woman to proceed to the castle. When they made it to the gargoyle in front of the headmaster's office. Grey said "I have a meeting with Albus; let me through" The gargoyle revealed the revolving staircase which they descended.

Approaching the door, she was about to knock but was met by a voice "Come in" With that she entered and noticed that Hagrid came in with her and Minerva was present along with the headmaster who was sitting in his chair. "Welcome Auror Grey. Can I offer you some tea," he asked in his grandfatherly voice. "I'm not here for pleasantries, Dumbledore!" she said in an unhappy tone. "If you don't mind, I have things to do and don't want to be here anymore than is necessary," she said with narrow eyes.

Albus was not happy. He did not want this conversation. He was also upset with the contempt the woman's voice dripped with. He was the great Albus Dumbledore after all. This Auror had no right to look down at him.

"Thank you, Hagrid; you may leave," he said dismissing the man who looked like he wanted to protest but decided against it and left the room.

"Now let's get this over with," Grey said firmly while looking at them both. "Seeing as how one of your students has been in danger due to fellow students, the Black has made arrangements for him and maybe a few of his friends to take an ICW defense class."

"Auror Grey, I assure you that Harry is safe here," he said while trying to sound sincere. "Plus, Harry needs my guidance. Our professors can teach him what he needs to know."

Grey gave a harsh laugh. "Cut the bullshite, heir Potter is not safe here. Time has proven that. The Black is concerned so I will be teaching the heir Potter and company real DADA." When she was done Albus was about to speak but was beaten to it by Minerva.

"Is that really necessary, the DADA class here is more than sufficient?" Minerva asked a bit angry at the way the Auror dismissed a fellow

Hogwarts' teacher is not good enough.

The woman simply sneered at them. "Really, so, far one of your DADA professors was proven to be a fraud. Worse, after his death it came out, he was a pedophile. Did you even check your students to see if he did unspeakable things to them, hmm? I thought not. Who knows how many of your students he put his hands on? We only know the few that were checked at Saint

Mungo's."

"The year before, there is the one who died on you. Died of unnatural causes and they found he was full of dark magic residue. According to the DoM; he was possessed. Something you should have known about." she finished while handing Albus a folder.

Albus frowned as he continued looking over the parchments, he couldn't have Harry learn any of this. Harry could not grow up to be powerful; it would ruin his plans. The brat had to die at Tom's hand. The brat could not kill Tom that would not due. Harry could not be able to challenge Tom or worse, himself. He did not want to just rely on the elder wand. He was also scared. The boy would fail to cast most of these. Then the secret of his core binding would come out.

"I'm sorry but I cannot allow this," he said while placing the papers on his desk. "That is more than he needs. Also, some of the magic taught in that class would be questionable in magical Britain," he said trying to ignore the glare.

Grey simply raised an eyebrow "Like you have a choice in the matter. The Black arraigned all of this. The ICW DMLE has already agreed to this; your last attempt may be that the school cannot afford this hmm? The Black is paying for this."

"But" Albus was about to continue but was cut off when Grey spoke up again.

"Listen up, headmaster. I am being paid to make sure Harry will be alive to graduate." she said while enjoying the old man's attempt at trying to control his anger.

Albus was caught in a bind, he thought that the ICW would stay out of magical Britain. How could someone get the ICW to agree with this? He thought that he would be able to make sure the boy only got the standard cursed DADA class. So, he would remain weak where he belonged.

It was important that Voldemort would be able to kill him. Worse, the brat would need to take training from himself so that he would follow his orders. The Black's class would not leave Harry weak or untrained. This was going to be a major upset to his plans.

If he denied this; the ICW may take the brat away which would be worse. Seeing no other alternative, he agreed to the terms very reluctantly. Grey got up to leave but turned around to face the man "Harry has an issue with your professor Snape. We will include potions in the class so that he will not have potions with that man. I trust that will be acceptable," she said.

"Is there anything else?" he asked hoping that would be it. Grey replied, "Harry has been given the authority to invite anyone he wants to attend the class. Be warned Albus; no more of your attempt to block this or you will answer to me got it" Albus was furious at this but knew he had to choose his words carefully "Very well" and with that, the Auror left.

Albus didn't even notice that Minerva left also furious, He was now alone in his office stewing in his rage. Who the hell did that Auror think she was to demand things of him? He was Albus Dumbledore; leader of the light, and vanquisher of Gellert. Not to mention the Supreme Mugwump. Everything he did was for the greater good and no one should question him; ever. Anyone not of the dark should obey him without question. That was the whole point of the greater good.