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"Has there been any word about Potter or any of his spouses, Cornelius?" Albus asked.

"No, we are still taking a beating in the international press. If he has escaped; there is no way we will be able to get him back." Cornelius responded. "Now, what do you know about you-know-who is up to?"

"Nothing, he has not been seen since the incident at the ministry. I figured; he would try to recruit. But I have not seen any evidence of that." Albus admitted.

"The DMLE found him; or at least one of his hideouts. The DMLE sent two Aurors to explore a major magical fire in the Malfoy Mansion complex. When they got there, they found the entire facility had been reduced to ash by obvious fiendfyre. Then they lost contact with the Aurors."

"A day later, a backup was sent. They confirmed that the place had been reduced to ash. They also found the bodies of the original two Aurors. They had been killed by the killing curse. The DMLE is sure that they were killed by a very powerful killing curse. So, the guess is YKW." Cornelius said with a frown.

"We both have budget shortfalls. These are our main priorities right now. Voldemort and Harry are just not important right now." Albus stated.

"How many professors are you losing?" Cornelius asked.

"Several; I still have to find replacements for Filius Flitwick and Minerva McGonagall. It will be hard with the funding shortage. Due to the shortages; Hogwarts will no longer have classes in Flying, Arithmancy, Divination, and the Study of Ancient Runes. We lost six and will have to stretch to return two." Albus said quietly. Not admitting that he also slashed all the teachers' pay, but kept his exaggerated salary. After all, he was Albus Dumbledore.

"The ministry has been able to shed many of the international departments or parts of other departments with international sections without many complaints. Even the elimination of the Department of Mysteries; has not created any stirs." Cornelius almost bragged. "The only issue is the size of the DMLE. People want us to increase the size of the Auror force but are unwilling to pay for it."

{S}

Life was good aboard the boat. They used it as a long vacation. Harry enjoyed his ladies. His ladies would trade-off with each other as well. Since there was no time pressure, they took the boat to any port they thought was safe. All of them loved the fresh produce and new locations. It was fun to just relax.

{S}

Harry was getting nervous. How was his reception in France going to be? Did Fleur still want him as her husband? What would Beauxbâtons be like? Do they have to sort there?

They were likely to have lunch in France. They had breakfast in Sant'Antioco; the girls noticed how nervous Harry was. The closer they got to the end of the voyage; the worse Harry got. At this point, he was barely holding on. All of them could see their destination. They were going to berth in Berre-l'Étang.

"Harry, what is going on?" Hermione asked.

"Sorry, Mione, there are just so many questions. While we are currently free from Fudge and Dumbledore, what is going to happen when we dock?" Harry asked, almost whining.

"Sébastién Delacour said it will be fine. I trust him. My aunt is his second and will be the one to greet us. Relax. Everything will be fine. At least until we take our NEWTS. Those I don't know about." Susan said.

"I hope you are right, all of you." Harry finally said.

"Trust us, Harry. It will be fine." Daphne said.

"Whatever happens, we will deal with it all as a team. After all, we are a tough group of honey badgers." Hermione said. "You drop the one blade?"

"Yes, five clicks due west of Phare du Planier. Just as I was told to." Harry replied. "I still have this cursed blade. Do you think the ICW will search us?"

"Of, course, silly boy. You will have to make the oath. Remember that a serial killer is someone that has killed three or more people. Be very specific. I am sure it won't fool Amelia, Sébastién, or Algernon; but the masses." Hermione said.

"You sure the hat sorted you right, Mione?" Daphne asked.

"The hat put me in with the Gryffs because of how I argued with it. The original choices were Slytherin and Ravenclaw. I wanted to be in Dumbledore's old house. I also fought my parents to come to Hogwarts. Hence the hat stall."

"Interesting, well golden boy, you were also a hat stall. Where did the hat want you to go to?" Daphne asked.

"I argued to be put in Ravenclaw," Harry admitted. "The hat was charmed to put me in Gryffindor. He said I could be put in three of the four houses but the charm. So, I threatened fiendfyre. You all saw the results."

"Why, as a muggle raised, would you care?" Daphne asked.

"I wasn't raised that way. My aunt was abused by a Slytherin and Tom has recruited more heavily in that house. So, I did not want that house, I am sure Dumblefuck would have done everything to make sure I would not gain any friends within that house. He made the hat try to force me into Gryffindor. I am just glad I went to Ravenclaw. The only thing worse would have been a puff. Could you see me as one?"

"You are full of surprises. No, you are way too ruthless and anti-social to be a puff. We had to force you to accept your harem. You are innately a loaner." Daphne said.

{S}

"Well, will you look at that? Both French and ICW Aurors. I don't see either my aunt or Sébastién. This should be fun." Susan said. All of the teens looked at the shore; the boat crew was throwing lines at people on the shore. Soon they would have a gangplank to go down.

{S}

"Mister Potter, I hate to say this but…" The unknown ICW Auror started.

"It is okay; I am sure this came from the British Ministry. Those stupid idiots can never learn. But since you asked so nicely, I will save you time. I, Harry James Potter, swear on my life and magic that I am not the slasher serial killer, nor did I kill Narcissa Black nor Dolores Umbridge, so mote it be. Lumos. See, is there anything else you need?" Harry asked.

"You are known to carry a cursed blade. May I…" He stopped as Harry handed over the blade. The Auror cast a couple of spells.

"This is your only cursed blade?"

"That is the only cursed blade I have currently. Why, should I get another one?" Harry asked with a laugh.

"According to our records, the retired head of the British Department of Mysteries gave you this blade. He also registered this blade to you. So, if I searched this boat, I would not find another one?"

"Auror…" Harry asked.

"Katharina Henoth, Mister Potter." She replied.

"Auror Henoth, you could search from keel to the top of the radio antenna. You would not find another cursed item. If you want, I would even swear on it. Do you want to see our other ICW licenses?" Harry asked.

"No, and no need for the oath," Katharina said with a smile.

"May I ask why you are being so nice?" Harry asked.

"You may, it is not that big of a surprise. Magical Britain wants us or the French DMLE to extradite you. They are demanding that we immediately turn you over to them, just like that. If, and when we find you that is." Katharina replied.

"If you find me?" Harry asked quizzically.

"You are going to just appear in a French holding cell; demanding your due process. We and the French do not just turn a person over to someone else." She spoke. "The paperwork must be correct at least. If the person does not want to go; they are allowed a hearing."

"The primary reason for the demand for your extradition is that you supposedly killed Narcissa Black. Dolores Umbridge, and Minerva McGonagall. Such alleged crimes are very heinous. They are so bad that we would; at the least, require the person to be interrogated with veritaserum to make sure they had not committed any crime in our territory or the French's; since you are in their territory. That also allows the person to request the potion in the testimony of the extradition by itself."

"I expect that, once we tell them we have you; they will want you back immediately. But will not want the extradition inquiry that law requires." Katharina said.

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked, seeing where this was going.

"We would hold the hearing with a full press. Do you think they will want you to be able to defend yourself in front of the press? I am sure you might say one or more items that will either wand their charges or bring other things to light that they will not want out. Not when everyone knew you were speaking while under the truth potion." Katharina said with a smirk.

"If they say they will not allow a hearing?" Harry asked.

"Then we hold you for thirty days then release you. At that point; if they try to force it is kidnapping. We can protect you then."

"That sounds like fun. What can go wrong?" Harry asked.

"They are allowed to have one discussion with you. You are allowed a solicitor with you. They can ask you to go back. Mirror calls are allowed. Which I think likely." She spoke.

"Let me guess, the British Ministry has not turned over Dumbledore," Harry smirked.

"Not only that; he has even refused to talk with either the French or the ICW DMLE officers. The British Minister of Magic decided to protect Dumbledore. The reason, YKW is afraid of the headmaster. Albus can also flee to his castle. Under ICW law; and British Magical law; we cannot arrest him while he is at Hogwarts." Katharina stated sadly.

"Well; then I expect you to take me to the jail. I just hope I get a private cell for the next thirty days." Harry said with a grin. "I want the hearing, because; I, Harry James Potter, do hear by swear on my life and magic, that Albus Dumbledore did cast the first spell, a Diffindo that killed Narcissa Black, I dodged another that Minerva McGonagall cast at me. I responded with a Bombarda; I saw it kill her. I then escaped the room. So, mote it be. Lumos."

"Da that will do it." Katharina laughed.

"Now, which one of you two do I have to go with?" Harry asked.

"Mister Potter, my name is Auror Marie de Brinvilliers. I am here to take you to Paris. You are to hand your ladies your wands, then turn around. I have to put magical suppression cuffs on you. Then I will take you by side along." The French Auror said. "I will put on the documentation that you turned yourself in Armentières. Unless you can think of a better place to enter France?"

"It's fine. Susan, please contact your aunt and Sébastién." Harry said, complying with the witch. He noticed that Hermione had his wands.

"What is happening? Maria asked as she could not apparate.

"We have anti-apparition wards up. Where are you trying to take him?" Susan asked.

"French DMLE Headquarters, in Paris, why?" Maria asked.

"We will meet you there," Susan said, dropping the wards and apparating Harry to the French DMLE HQ.

A few seconds later, the Aurors appeared. "You don't trust us? Katharina asked with a smile.

"Considering the British Ministry; do you blame us?" Hermione asked.

All the Aurors laughed. Then they led the group into the building. The teens all had their wands seized. Nothing happened until they entered a meeting room. Harry was cuffed to a chair. They all sat down. Then Sébastién, Aelia, Fleur, Gerald, Sidney, Algernon, and Amelia came in and sat down.

"Mister Potter; you are under arrest. You will be held in a cell here until either the British Ministry agrees with a hearing or thirty days. On the 31st you will marry Fleur Delacour and become Harry James Delacour. Your current consorts will also become Delacours on that day. They will retain the rights of line succession if they want it. Now; do you have any questions?" Sébastién asked.

"Will I be alone or will my consorts be allowed to stay with me?" Harry asked.

"Most nights, one of them can stay with you. You will have a private cell that includes a shower. Your consort of the night will enter your cell after your last meal for the day. She will leave before you can receive your breakfast." Sébastién said.

"Will Fleur get to join me?" Harry asked.

"I wish she could. She would be less annoying then. Please don't tell her I said that though. However, the British Ministry is still trying to extradite my daughter. We can stop them by allowing the use of veritaserum." Sébastién said.

"Since marriage is legal in France at sixteen; we will shut them down. Also; in France; we check the male for lust, love potions, and the effects of the imperious and allure before we allow the marriage. On the plus side, when you leave here; you will spend two weeks, one here in Paris and one in Montpellier alone with my flower aside from the Auror guards. After that, you are free. Until September first, when you will be reporting to Beauxbâtons"

"Very well; I guess. What are the literary selections, and cuisine?" Harry asked.

"Since you are paying for it, you can have any food you want to order. You can read any book your ladies bring. When not here; your ladies will be confined to my home. Once a day, Fleur will come to get them after your dinner, then they will come here so you can chat a bit with Fleur. In the morning she will take the girl back. You are not allowed to touch a wand or a weapon." Amelia said.

"Yes, I will have the chance to know them all and to know our mutual dynamics. It will be fun to seduce them and fuck them stupid before letting them go." Fleur said. In French.

"Ladies, you all agree?" Harry said, seeing the girls all nod. In French, "Well director and deputy director, I place myself in your hands. It looks like I will be safer than the rest of my ladies." Sticking his tongue out at Fleur. She just smirked back.

Harry felt Croaker put something in his robe when the ICW Unspeakable searched him. He was sure it was going to be fun. The only worry was the British Ministry, would they remain stupid and keep him in here?

{M}

Harry

If you and two of your girls are willing, we have another chance to eliminate more death eaters. We need you to go to Durmstrang and deal with all the death eaters there. Tom was able to recruit some idiots at that school. If you will, one of your girls would take polyjuice and fuck another in your guise. While you would use your cloak and your H&K to have fun. If you and the ladies agree, have them wear red scarves tomorrow. It is important. Voldy wants to take over the school; forcing any surviving students to take the death mark. This note will self-destruct in ten seconds. Good luck, Harry.

AC

{N}

Harry Potter Wrotting in Gaol.

It was announced by the ICW DMLE that the French DMLE is holding Harry Potter. He swore a magical oath that the charges of the British Ministry are false. He is demanding a full public hearing with veritaserum to determine if both the French and ICW DMLE will release him to the British Ministry.

The British Ministry is demanding that he must be turned over to them; they refuse to allow Mister Potter to have his public extradition hearing. If the British Ministry refused the hearing; Mister Potter will be released and determined to be innocent of all the crimes the British are alleging against him.

{S}

"I am glad you are here first, my sexy bookworm," Harry said.

"We did stone, cloak, wand. I won. What is going on, my love?" Hermione asked while sitting in Harry's lap.

"Croaker has a task. It requires a bit of a sacrifice from one of you. Also, something that would make you uncomfortable." Harry said.

"This should be good," Hermione said while kissing and nibbling on his neck.

"One of you will have to use polyjuice and be me for a night. That one will fuck the consort of the night. The consort will not know about the switch until later. Croaker will get me, my cloak and sidearm. He is also giving me an item that will glow and direct me to anyone with a dark mark. I will apparate to where I need to go. Do what I need to do. Then apparate back. I assume some sort of temporary cell switch excuse." Harry said. "Do you want to do this, my love?"

Hermione responded. "I think it would be fun plowing one of the other girls with an actual dick. You know we have used strap-on toys as well as other toys on each other? Both when we do multiples with you and when we just want to have fun, one-on-one. One of these days, we want to do a bugger line with you."

"Yes, I noticed, but I had to ask. Well, let me know how you are getting along with Fleur. If you all get along. We will go along with the main plan as well the task." Harry said. He was looking forward to marrying the veela. She was as hot as she was smart. She was also ruthless and cunning, score!

{S}

"Mister Potter, we are going to do a cell sweep, please come with us so we can put you in another cell." A French Auror said.

"Absolutely. Do you need to cuff me?" Harry asked as he turned around and put his hands behind his back. Harry was a perfect prisoner and always obeyed the guards.

"That will not be necessary. We all know that you want to remain here until the thirty days are up. Merd, our chief has even arranged a wedding for you with his eldest daughter." The Auror laughed and finished in rapid French "You lucky bastard, I would love to tap that ass. Veela are supposed to be a sex goddesses, you realize?"

Harry laughed. "Don't let her father hear you saying such things about her ass, however; I can't argue with you on that. I know how lucky I am and what a veela is rumored to be like in bed."

{S}

"Fleur, I am so glad to see you, even if you are a bit late," Harry said. "This cell is even more boring than my regular one. The only reason I stay is you girls keep me entertained usually by sucer ma bite.

"That is fine, mon jouet de baise. Blaim the British for this boring cell. The British want to make sure we, your ladies, are not bringing any contrebande to you. Especially the weapon sort. They are requesting these searches. To make sure you are defenseless."

"I have to warn you. My papa thinks that either British Aurors or Dumbledore's group will be trying to extract you the day before our marriage by force. Can you cast stunners or more lethal spells wandlessly?" Fleur asked.

"Yes, is there anything else before you go?" Harry asked. Fleur removed a bundle of silver fabric from her belt, followed by Harry's shoulder holster, a stray bullet, a ring, and a map. Harry smiled at that. He checked the pistol and racked a round into the chamber before reloading the magazine and putting it into the gun.

"Non, mon amour. I will return tomorrow. They will return you to your other cell before I will be allowed back." Fleur said. She clasped Harry into a hug. Then in French, "Good luck, lover, make sure you get your sweet ass home safely. I will find a way to hunt you down in the afterlife if you die."

"Tomorrow my beautiful silver-haired angel," Harry responded kissing Fleur on the cheek.

{l}

"Why are you late?" Harry's words came out sounding dominant and he was almost as surprised as she was.

"Uhm...because …I"

Daphne tucked her hair nervously behind her ear. Harry wanted to reach for her and touch her hair but her sudden appearance in the flesh had caught him off guard. The strange thing was he could see a flash of excitement in Daphne's eyes every time he barked out a question.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Daph. What do you think I should do about that?"

Another flicker of excitement across her face, her bottom lip trembling as his words filled the air. She did like it.

"I don't know, Harry," Daphne answered breathily, her beautiful eyes fixating on his face.

"Just as well I do," he answered, opening his robe. The rest of his clothes followed swiftly until he was naked. Daphne's expression was a mix of shocked surprise laced with a healthy dose of lust. "Come closer, Daphne."

"On your knees," he ordered, giving in to the urge to fist a hand in her glorious hair as she obediently knelt. "I was going to punish you by giving your butt a good spanking but instead I think I'll use your pretty little mouth to bring me off. Open your mouth."

He tugged her head back until her mouth was wide open, hot air lavishing his aching length. She looked so beautiful, sitting on her knees, fully dressed as he brushed his dick again her lips slowly. It was hard not to groan as her tongue snaked out and danced against the side of his shaft. He was ready to blow already and he hadn't been inside her hot mouth yet.

With another groan, he grabbed the base of his cock and fed it into her waiting mouth. Hot, wet lips enclosed his engorged flesh and he groaned and jerked, pressing more of his cock inside. Daphne clamped down and sucked hard, taking him as deep as she could. When she stopped accepting him, he pressed in further, the tip of his shaft brushing the back of her throat and causing her to make a gurgling noise.

It was so damned hot he wanted to hear it again so he pulled out and surged forward as hard as he could, holding her head pinned to his body as he tried to fit all of his length inside. She choked and struggled a bit so he eased out and quickly checked her face as he slapped the head of his shaft playfully against her parted lips. Daphne appeared to love having him force his dick into her mouth as hard as he could. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

He took his time, his eyes never leaving hers, as he pressed deeper and deeper. He could see the point it became a bit uncomfortable, but he pressed on until he was brushing the back of her throat again. Daphne's lust-filled eyes watered slightly as he kept pressing, kept pushing his length deeper until she suddenly swallowed and he slid down her throat with the movement.

Harry's knees shook as his dick was lodged down his consort's throat and it was being clamped so hard it was the most incredible feeling. He didn't want it to end but he knew she wouldn't be able to breathe with him down there so he pulled back reluctantly, savoring as much of the moment as he could.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth real hard now, Daphne. You're going to be a good girl and take every inch of my length. When I cum you're going to drink every single drop, I give you. No spitting, only swallowing. Are we clear on that?"

Daphne's nod of understanding meant she was happy to go along with the game they were playing. He'd had never dreamed that Daphne would be submissively on her knees choking on his dick and loving every moment of it.

Harry surged deep, hitting the back of her throat and coming back out quickly. He held Daphne's head still and began bucking fast into her mouth, fucking her hard and fast, hearing her choke with each hard push.

It felt fucking amazing and sounded fucking amazing. The pressure was building and he knew he was about to erupt. Panting and groaning, he forced his dick down her throat and jerked convulsively against her face as his seed splashed down her throat. Harry groaned again, pleasure washing through him as he pulled back so he could let go of the next load inside her mouth.

"Drink it, Drink every drop."

The sight of Daphne's head bobbing on his cock, her throat working to swallow everything he gave her was so erotic. Harry slowly eased himself away. His semi-hard dick was wet and glistening.

"That was very good, Daphne," he said softly, changing tack and gently stroking her hair as she still knelt before him. "I feel that you've almost made amends for your tardiness but not quite. Do you want to continue to make amends?" Daphne just nodded.

"Take off your clothes."

Daphne smiled and obeyed him, standing up to take off all her clothes. She then looked to him for a sign of approval, but he remained focused and intense. His length was back to full hardness.

"Spread your legs."

Again, she listened to him, opening up her thighs to show him her glistening core, beckoning for him. He walked over and then dropped to his knees in front of her. With a sly smile, he looked up and quickly started rubbing her clit, holding eye contact. He placed one hand on her lower stomach, holding her down as she bucked up against him. He was dedicated to his mission, never breaking rhythm until Daphne's clit throbbed against him in a body-shaking orgasm. He wiped his mouth and smiled at her, so self-satisfied with his work.

"Good girl. Bend over for me now."

Again, Daphne obeyed, getting on her hands and knees on the rug, displaying her core and filled arse for him. Harry smirked at the butt plug she had in.

"I'm going to shag you like the slag you are," Harry said.

With that, he inserted himself into her immediately, with no slow build-up or time wasted. His length filled her up as he thrust hard, slamming so passionately. Daphne felt her core tightly holding him, begging for him to use it for his pleasure, to squeeze out every last drop of cum he had. His hands grabbed her hips, for balance as his length tickled her G-spot. His cock threw her into a sea of moaning and an intense orgasm.

As Daphne came, her pussy tightened even more around Harry, the muscle contractions persisting for at least a minute.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I can't do this for much longer." Harry groaned. He pulled out and slowly stroked his length. Harry then pressed against her butt plug, getting Daphne to whimper and orgasm. As a response, he slapped her ass hard, chuckling at the reaction. Who knew Daphne had a spanking fetish?

"So, can I take this out and bugger your ass instead?" Harry asked. Daphne turned around and nodded, spreading her ass cheeks so he could easily remove the plug.

He quickly cast a wandless cleaning followed by a lubrication charm.

"I think you're ready now," Harry said. With that, she felt the pressure of his length entering her arsehole, stretching her much more than the plug had. Harry thrusts gently at first, then quickly let go of his trepidation. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her body upwards as he ravaged Daphne's arse. No matter how hard Harry buggered her, it felt like he could go deeper, owning her ass.

"What a needy girl. Do you like my shaft in your ass?" Harry asked.

Daphne couldn't answer with words, so groans had to suffice. In response, Harry released her wrists so she was on all fours again. He reached around to rub her clit to the same rhythm as his thrusts. This caused her to start begging to cum.

"Cum for me. Cum in my arse." Daphne demanded.

With that, he bellowed an "Oh fuck" and stopped thrusting. She could feel thick globs of cum filling up her arse. His dick pulsed, making it feel like he came for minutes until he slowly softened inside of her, letting out a deep, contented sigh. Both were satisfied. They didn't even mind that they were watched. Daphne noticed Harry take another sip from a flask. She had questions about that but was too exhausted to care at this point. Her lover had fucked her silly.

{S}

Harry found slinking around Durmstrang fun. The map was accurate. It allowed him to find the school. Hell, it dropped him at the front gate.

He had what he needed. He wandlessly unlocked the gate. His cloak allowed him to just walk through the wards. The silencer and hollow points were doing their jobs quite well.

The school itself helped. Unlike Hogwarts, each student had their own room; this made his project even easier. The only concern he had was if students had personal wards protecting them in their sleep. He soon realized that was not an issue. Just like the school's wards, the cloak allowed him to get around all of them.

By the end, he couldn't wait to see the morning's papers. Then at the deputy headmistress's office, he saw interesting documents. These will have to be sent to the press. The decision to do this was affirmed. In a week, voldy was going to personally show up and take over this school. He then put two into the boy the deputy was buggering. Followed by his last bullet into the deputy's open mouth. Her face was no longer a thing of beauty. The gun slid back and locked. His ring quit glowing. It was time to go.

{M}

Slaughter of Death Eaters at Durmstrang

It came to our attention that Monday night, over thirty students and teachers were slaughtered by unknown means at the school. All of the dead were found to have the he-who-shall-not-be-named brand on their arms. I repeat only students and teachers that had the brand were killed; all others were left unharmed.

The Romanian DMLE stated that none of the students nor teachers had any information about who perpetrated the slaughter.

On a related note, an unknown source provided this paper with documents from the dead deputy headmistress. These documents show how the unnamed terrorist was going to take over the school with the help of his branded that went there. Their deaths stopped this tragedy.

While vigilantism is illegal; this time it saved many innocent lives.

{S}

"You are late today. Is there any reason?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"Dumbledore warned the ICW and French DMLE that the recent deaths at Durmstrang were quite similar to some strange deaths at Hogwarts. Since you were at Hogwarts at the time; you are of course a suspect in his opinion. I mean, it is not like you are in a cell, with wards or such. Or that under veritaserum, Daphne did confirm that you shagged and buggered her last night. As it turns out, the Auror randomly checks on you; verifying the shagging and buggering." Fleur said.

"Who was me, if I may ask?" Harry asked with obvious curiosity.

"I am glad you are sitting down. It was Luna. She was surprised how much she liked it. Her only pout is that she will have to wait until next week to retrieve her knife." Fleur said. Harry laughed at that. It was his knife, technically. He would have to give it to the girl at this rate. Or get her, her own cursed blade.

The two suddenly went quiet as the door was suddenly unlocked. Daphne came in with a smile. "Morning Hubby. Morning Sister Wife."

"How are you, love, and would you be upset if Luna used polyjuice on you?" Harry asked warily. He imagined Luna had dominated his snake.

"It was Luna. That is very surprising. I have to be honest. I enjoyed it. I hope you will be as rough on me soon." Daphne said. Harry blushed but agreed with a smirk.

They got up to leave; as a new Auror came in. "We won't be here, tomorrow. We are going muggle scuba diving. I like our new hotel. It is the Les Bords De Mer in Marseille. Our home for the next two weeks." Daphne said, internally laughing. She left the room; followed by the Auror.

"Are you going to be okay there that night? Who is going to be here that night?" Harry asked nervously.

"Luna volunteered; she likes playing that part. The hotel room is a perfect trap. Hermione is borrowing an invisibility cloak for that. We think those will be older folk. Just so you know; that Auror is acting jealous of you having me. Tonight, he will tell a spy for the British gits, our supposed location. All of us are staying at the Delacour Château. Don't worry, Leon is not jealous of you. He is jealous of me. He asked if he could try to make you change sides." Fleur said with a laugh. "He said he wants to suck your length until your eyes cross and then have you shove your dick into his ass so hard that he tastes it in his mouth."

Harry frowned at that. "Sorry, I only bat for the other team. Will you be participating in the trap?" Harry asked.

"Yes, do worry futur mari, we will be safe. I love the basilisk hide armor. It will keep us safe. Susan requests that you give Narcissa's to Amelia."

"That is fine. Tell Susan to do that. Before we start school, we need to talk about the British situation. After Durmstrang; I think we put a permanent crimp in Tom's forces. Dumblefuck is already short. The night before our wedding will break Fudge's people. Maybe some that also work for dumb." Harry said.

"I agree mon amour; we will talk as a group then. After we get married, however, I expect your full attention will be on me for the honeymoon. I will shag you so hard and often you will even forget your name." Fleur said. Harry laughed and gulped.

{S}

It was a quiet night. After dinner, Harry had been moved to an interrogation room. He heard the Auror that did the mover run off once the door was closed. A few minutes after he was alone, the door opened and a few seconds later closed. No one came in. Harry started to read the current teen witch weekly. He was surprised that he was still on one of their top ten lists.

Then an alarm went off somewhere in the building. Then a closer alarm. Harry got down under the table. A few minutes later, the door opened and a bland grey-robed individual came in through the door. Harry quickly hit the person with a cutting curse. It turned out to be a girl. His spell did a number on her knee. When the girl fell where he had a clear line of sight, Harry followed up with a piercer. He dragged the body into the room and after a few minutes, closed the door. Then he sat back down to continue reading. It was true that Britain was scraping the bottom of the barrel if only one got to him.

{S}

"Mister Potter, I need you to drink this?" Sébastién said.

"Of course," Harry said. He knew what he was going to be asked. This was pointless.

"Did you kill anyone last night?" Sébastién asked.

"Yes, an unknown lady came into the room I was in. Since she had no insignia or official robe; I thought she might be a threat to me.

I took her leg out with a cutter and then hit her with a piercer in the chest after she fell."

"Did you leave the room?"

"No, I was told that I had to obey all orders until the thirty days are over or I would just be handed over to the British Ministry."

"Did you touch her wand?"

"No, for the same reason."

"Did you touch any blade?"

"No, there was none in the room that I saw."

"Did you see anyone else but the Aurors and the stranger who invaded your room?"

"No." Then Sébastién handed Harry a glass to drink.

"Why the questions?" Harry asked; while looking at the British representative in the room.

"Two of our Aurors were killed. They had words carved in them. The slash wounds were from a notoriously cursed blade. If they weren't corrupt, I would be upset. One was getting money from the British Ministry." Sébastién said.

"Was there any clue about who the invaders were?" Harry asked.

"Considering where they entered this area; they had to be someone's Aurors. The traitor had maps from there to where one of the corrupt Aurors had requested you be put. The one you killed had a British DMLE emergency portkey on her. A few others we killed also had portkeys to the same place. Saint James Park London. Last; one of the traitors had ten thousand British pounds on him." Sébastién said.

"We lost four, unfortunately. We were able to kill thirty Here. There was a simultaneous attack at the hotel where your consorts were staying. The attack was on their room. Your consorts killed another fifteen and captured two. The ICW took them to Geneva to question them." The DMLE said with a smirk.

"How are my ladies?" Harry asked.

"They are all unharmed. Hermione is a little put out that Daphne killed more of the invaders than she did. I think there may have been a bet about the number of kills." Sébastién replied.

"Before you ask, you will still be married tomorrow. I suggest stamina potions and essence of dittany. My daughter is licking her lips thinking about her honeymoon." Sébastién said while smirking at the young wizard. Harry blushed.

{S}

The wedding was pretty much anticlimactic. Harry was moved into an interrogation room where the table and chairs were removed. The only bright side was the beauty of Fleur in a silver wedding dress that accented her curves. His jaw dropped at how beautiful his bride was. Even his consorts were jealous of the veela's looks. For two more days, he was going to be held in the cell. It irritated Harry that he was horny and could not do anything about it. Nor did any of his consorts visit him. Plus, he had one last meeting with the fucking British Ministry.

{S}

"Mister Potter, this is your last chance to come clean." Fudge demanded.

"Come clean of what? That you, corn hole fudge pucker, are a corrupt dipshit? Yes, I can come clean on that." Harry said with a smile.

"Harry, my boy, you need to be polite to your minister of magic. You also have to confess your sins. You also have to return to England." Albus said while giving a disapproving grandfatherly look. A look spoiled because he was only in the discussion by a mirror.

Harry laughed. Korshak said in a low, dangerous tone. "Mister Dumbledore, you know better, Mister Delacour is not your family; so, quit the bullshit; you need to address him properly.

"Minister, you still have yet to allow Mister Delacour to have a proper hearing. Without that, both France and the ICW are required to consider him innocent." Shargel stated. "You have less than 24 hours to request the hearing or he will be released."

"As far as Cornelius Fudge being Mister Delacour's minister; as of yesterday; he is now a citizen of magical France via marriage. Per the ICW regulations, that allows him to renounce his British citizenship and British magical citizenship. Mister Delacour did so. As a matter of fact; you, yourself signed the forms acknowledging it when you came in here today." Korshak said smirking at Fudge.

"What, I did no such thing!" Fudge countered.

"You did not even read the forms we had you sign to let you leave the international apparition and portkey room with Dumbledore's mirror," Korshak said. "Oops, it seems the French DMLE put the forms in the mix of other forms. They wouldn't have done that but the forced extradition attempt."

"The perpetrators were never identified!" Fudge snarled.

No, they weren't. But our department thought it was more than coincidence that the portkeys on them ended in London, the armor robes were made in England and only used for the British DMLE." The French Auror in the room said with a smirk.

"Don't forget the wands all came from Ollivanders." Harry chirped in.

"You do realize, you could get custody of Mister Delacour here, if you would let him have a hearing. We, at the ICW, want that to happen. Is there a reason you do not?" the ICW Auror asked?

"The reason, the British ministry does not want a public hearing for the homicidal brat, is not a concern for either the French or the ICW." Fudge responded. "You should give him to us for a trial, now."

"Well, now that he is a French citizen, we cannot just, as you say, give him to you. He has legal rights." The French Auror said with a smile. "As far as that goes, we can only hold him for twenty-four hours more."

"We at the ICW are dropping the international warrant against Mister Potter in twenty-four hours; for the same reason. I do not see any issues with having a public hearing but that is your problem."

"I have a problem with this," Albus stated. "As Mister Potter's magical guardian, I did not approve of his marriage."

"Mister Dumbledore, how senile are you? Did you forget that you were one of the tri-wizard tournament judges that demanded that Mister Delacour must participate in it? As an organizer for the tournament; you signed off, only wizards and witches that were of legal age, could become a tournament participants. These tournament rules were also signed off by Minister Fudge here." Korshak said with an Are you stupid tone.

"There is more. After reading through the full rules; you had some legal choices you could have made." Korshak said. "Let's start when Mister Delacours name came out of the Goblet; you could have put out the fire. That would have voided its choices with no effect on those that it had chosen. Then you would have to re-light it and have students resubmit their names. The Goblet would then have chosen a new pick of champions. It could have been done right then and there."

"The second choice, you could have declared Mister Delacour ineligible per the underlying contract. That would have let him not participate without losing his magic." Korshak continued reciting the contract. "Third, and last; you could have put in a change to the underlying contract, and either give Mister Potter some sort of equalizer or put handicaps on the other champions. Both of these would require you to alter the tasks, making them less deadly."

"You did none of those things; so, both the law and magic declared him an adult. With him being an adult; you are no longer his magical guardian. He then could sign the marriage license." Korshak finished. "I will not discuss the question; if you were legally that status in the first part."

"Aren't solicitors so much fun; Dumbledick. You have no power over my life now; no matter how you feel about it. Now that I am a French citizen; even if you get stuff changed in the Wizengamot; they no longer affect me. I am free from you." Harry said.

"You have gone dark Harry. You must come back with me to Hogwarts. Once there; while following my orders you will learn to go back into the light." Albus stated sadly. Trying his disappointed persona.

"Mister Korshak, is calling someone dark, going dark, becoming a nascent dark lord, or is a dark lord in training; slander?" Harry asked.

"Sorry; no. There is no wizarding definition of dark. That is why he uses it. If he said you used black magic. That would be slander unless you did something with magic that was defined as black magic by either the ICW or the French Ministry of magic." Korshak said.

"You could say, Dumbledore's attempt to control you, putting you with your abusive relatives, or trying to force you to return to Hogwarts as dark," Shargel said with a smirk while staring at the old wizard in the mirror. "But unless you have proof, he did something like cast an unforgivable; you cannot say he cast or is using black magic."

"You cannot say that he murdered Narcissa Black; because he was not even tried for that alleged crime," Shargel said.

"I can say he is dark because he cast the spells that killed Narcissa and Dolores for an unknown reason?" Harry asked. When he said that, Albus instantly looked pissed. This meeting was not going as he planned.

"Yes. I would not recommend it. Unless you are confident that their deaths were caused by Albus here. That is too close to accusing him of murder. Unless you are confident what could come to light under veritaserum." Korshak said.

"You are no fun. But I shall take your recommendation. After all, why would I pay you for your opinions just to ignore you?" Harry said.

"Well, Fudge, Dumbledore; unless you agree to let Mister Delacour have a hearing; we are done for today. You have not provided anything that requires us to change our views. In a day, we are required to release him." The French Auror said as he summoned others to take Harry back to his cell. "