Chapter 57 - The Punishment

It had turned out that Daphne nor Fleur were displeased. No, they were furious as his whim could have killed him. While Fleur was more displeased and used the connected mirrors. Daphne was growling at him as a dangerous aura surrounded her.

While he may be immortal, doesn't mean he can't be killed or reckless. He could just be resistant to aging and diseases, since they didn't know if he could regenerate a limb much less his whole body.

In the end, they decided to punish him in a way he would always remember. He has been banned from having sex with anyone for a whole week. Which was a tad harsh for the current him but Harry didn't really have any room to complain.

'It because they care.' Harry told himself as he watched some older girls playing cards.

While the girls were decent looking, they didn't really stand out compared to other girls either. Truthfully, Harry didn't really have an interest in their beauty, but more what the group consisted of. The group was full of lesbians that were nearly as active as he was.

How he came to know about the group was they tried to pull Daphne. Which she naturally shared with him as she bursted out laughing. Apparently her checking out girls and setting up dates with him for the summer wasn't lost on them. Only they thought she was a lesbian and decided to invite her.

'Well, Daphne is slightly bi so they aren't wrong. She just has interest in women but not in the same way.' Harry thought.

The group he was watching was currently playing strip poker and it was fairly interesting to watch he suppose. Harry was just more interested in what would come after.

'If they're like me, I should get a live show.' Harry thought as he watched listlessly.

Time ticked by and Harry watched as the girls slowly stripped a layer of clothes until they were nearly or totally bare. At first they were giggling and appeared to not have any intentions he was hoping for, but that soon changed as they subtly moved towards each other.

"Harry."

As Harry froze he turned around slowly to see Daphne standing there with her hands on her hips. Her eyes were shooting daggers at him as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"No sex means you can't watch it either."

Pouting like a small child Harry looked up at her with puppy dog eyes which were ineffective.

"Come along lover boy."

With the scene he wanted to see being left behind. Harry felt like crying as it was going to be a long week.

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In his office, Dumbledore was sighing as a fairly old book sat on his desk. There it was explaining and known facts about summoning an elemental being. It explained the benefits and dangers with summoning one.

"I don't know if I should praise Harry or not for making history once more." The aged wizard thought. "It shouldn't be possible for one to summon a spirit king as all thoses that tried before died."

The book explained how even summoning a high level spirit was extremely rare and took a considerable amount of power and talent. Even then it would usually leave the caster fairly drained and the highest ever summoned at once was five. Yet even they only held a tiny portion of what needed to summon a spirit king or t was theorised.

'It is a good thing that Tom can't summon any. The spirits are hostile to those that mess with their own soul much less split them.' Dumbledore thought. "I guess I will leave his punishment to his lovers."

'Now Tom what are you up too.' Albus thought as he recalled Snape coming barreling into his office.

On the potion master arm was the mark of the dark lord followers. While it has grown darker, it still has a ways to go. However, it indicated that Voldermort was on the move to reclaim his power. Something that worried him greatly as this shouldn't be the case according to Harry.

'Well, changing events will have this effect and we did some pretty big changes according to Harry. Mostly for the better but who knows for how long.' Albus thought before tapping his finger. 'Now the question is did Voldermort resurrect himself and how?'

Despite all his knowledge, he couldn't pick out an option he knows that Tom would use. If had to pick an option it would be the one he used last time around that Harry told him about. The issue being is he needs the blood of his enemy and Harry really the only one that filled it. Tom had the habit of looking down on others and didn't view those that opposed or he slaughtered as enemies.

'Maybe, he found some other way.' Albus thought but decided to hold off until he could find some evidence. He at the moment can only theories based on the mark growing darker. 'Time will tell either good or bad.'

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Inside the Gryffindor common room, Ron woke up early or early for him as he walked down the staircase. As he looked around he saw most of his friends studying or completing their assignments. Which placed a frown on his face as he barely began his and their due in a couple days.

As he scanned the room, his eyes naturally fell upon an orange orb with a red star inside of it. Next to it was a journal with time taking its toll on it. Walking over to it he picked it up and read the faded title.

'The Seven wishing orbs.' Ron read mentally as he flipped it open.

There he was drawn into the story Daphne wove containing an adventure and search of a mysterious wizard from over four hundred years. Once he read about the seven orbs that will grant any wish. A large amount of greed suddenly awoken inside him as he grabbed the orb and shoved it into his robe.

Ron rapidly looked around to see if anyone else noticed his action but found no one paying attention to him. Letting out a small sigh of relief he ran back up to his dorm room to investigate the journal more.

'If it grants any wish, I can have anything I want." Ron thought as he smiled happily.

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In the common room, Harry was laughing as he watched Ron action. The prank has gotten off to a great start.