Travel and talk a lot! Wifes and a punch at hypocrisy! Sleep on heaven, harem dream

The girl sitting across from me was the supposed female version of Harry James Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, the child who lived, the child of prophecy.

A curiosity about prophecies. They cannot be changed. Or their result cannot be changed. You see, in the final battle between Harry and Tom, if Harry had died the prophecy would have been fulfilled anyway. Trelawney said that the one who had the power to defeat the Dark Lord would be born at the end of the 7 month, the son of those who challenged him 3 times and had a power that Tom didn't know about. Ironically the prophecy did not say that she would defeat Lord Voldemort but that she had the power to do so.

Now... there were other aspects of the prophecy that were not specified. As we know young Longbottom was also born at the end of 7 months. More precisely 1 day before Harry who was born on July 31st. But old Trelawney said that the champion chosen to fight Voldemort should be marked as an equal by the self-styled Dark lord. See... If Tom hadn't attacked the Potters he wouldn't have been 'killed' and subsequently weakened by Lily Potter's rune spell nee Evans. In the same way… There was no reason for the Potters to be attacked unless all of this was handled.

Here was where I wanted to go. What are the chances that, out of 2 kids fit to be the champions who would defeat Tom, Harry Potter will be chosen? How would Tom know of the prophecy that was supposed to have been heard only by Trelawney w Dumbledore? What are the chances that Lily Evans would have time between all the battles against the Death Eaters to learn and master a unique and ancient protection that in one way or another would link the child who was supposed to be protected to her tormentor? The answer is that those chances didn't exist.

I knew that and that was exactly why I was so determined to stay off the bearded bastard's radar. I didn't know if he was an ordinary manipulative person or an evil being but I wouldn't be his toy in this little game.

Now look, I wouldn't interfere. After the intervention of Dumbles Harry... or rather, Hestia was, is and will be chosen champion to defeat moldyshorts. There was no way to change that anymore. She had already been marked by the noseless after all. On the other hand, that didn't mean I couldn't be of some help.

As I thought about it, I started to smile even more evilly. Destroying whatever the old bastard's plan is would be very funny. That and the fact that Hestia Potter was a beautiful girl. In fact if she didn't say her name I wouldn't relate the girl to her canonical male counterpart.

She was a redhead. Not the Weasley muddy red, but a lovely shade of smooth blood red split into 2 side braids. She had green and brown heterochromatic eyes and her body was beautiful, albeit underdeveloped. Her clothes were also absolute rubbish. Men's shirts and baggy pants hid the girl's thin, battered body.

I sighed.

"Hermione, lock the door and throw a muffliato. We don't want to be overheard" she said before my girl did as I asked. So... Right Hestia? How much do you know about the wizarding world?"

And so we had a long conversation. I started by talking about the world and how it was divided.

There were pure racist bloods that dominated the politics and wizard economy of the time. They were mostly anti Muggles and Muggleborns but were disgusted by bloods in the same way. Then came the half-bloods that, depending on the family situation, would be seen by wizarding law as purebloods or just another wizard who invaded space in the world that could be magically extended. Then there were the muggleborns. Witches born to parents with no apparent magic.

We debated inbreeding and the prospect that in another 30 years all witches born would be abortions. I also explained about abortions and why they didn't have magic (my theory was that magic was exhausted in childhood to correct congenital problems that without the intervention of manna would be exposed in the form of severe physical and brain deformities). I also talked about the influence she had, whether she liked it or not. I told her about my family, about the Weasleys and their attempts to get her attention.

I also started to tell her about Dumbles and how he was responsible for several senseless deaths during the war by upholding a law that prohibited the use of lethal spells on Death Eaters. I talked about the fact that few of Tom's supporters were actually tried and arrested while the vast majority dodged using the excuse of the unforgivable imperium.

I also spent a great deal of time using my manna to heal the internal and external wounds on her infant body and felt like visiting the Dursleys in the summer. They would need therapy soon if it were up to me. I also used my expertise in legilimency to transfer all the magical knowledge of this world that I possessedafter all the study that I Mione did.

"So are you going to Slytherin? To stay away from the director?"

"Yea. And I also think I fit in with Slytherin. I'm pretty bad if I say it myself."

"I don't believe you are bad. You were the only person who really helped me. But... I have doubts. Do you know who will win the battle between me and... Do you know who?" she asked without using the made-up name of the noseless pillow-biter. Of course I needed to explain about the taboo spell to her. It also helped when I started calling him by the proper names she used constantly.

"No. My magic is not how it works. In fact... well the difference between prophecy and clairvoyance has already been understood by you right?"

"Yes, Mione explained everything very well." She smiled at my sister who happily reciprocated. I think she has a friend after all she has never allowed anyone unknown to call her Mione before. Even Nyn needed a month before I could call my sister that.

"Well…then it will be easy. I can see the future using paths so to speak. How to explain...? Ah, let me give you an example. Supposing I want to know how we're going to be ranked today at the opening ceremony of the school year at Hogwarts. I usually create a question and focus on it consciously as I make my manna completely fill that question and then I have my answer. Of course, I can use it in many other ways. Nothing prevents me from using objects like cards, tarot, ouija board... anyway, but for the prophecy... it's as if the magician sees a scene that will happen in the future and the whole process by which the scene takes place is ignored. It is also why prophecies can be manipulated and why it is not recommended that the magician the prophecy speaks of be accompanied when receiving it."

"So…how did the director find out about a prophecy that I didn't even know? I don't remember receiving any"

"That's why the prophecy wasn't about you. You were just a person who could be the one the prophecy spoke of. See, there is no specified time for a prophecy to happen. There was a case in an old record... the book of Caliostro if I'm not mistaken... well I don't remember well, but there was an account of a prophecy that came to pass 1000 years after it was made. If all else, the champion chosen to defeat moldyshorts might not even have been born in this century. But after everything that's happened..."

"Does this mean that someone posted the prophecy that was freely roaming the world in search of a possible wizard who would defeat you know who the headmaster manipulated events so that it was linked to me?"

"Yea"

"You could comfort me you know?"

"He's not usually compassionate," Hermione said wryly.

"Look, I've already done more than I should in helping with everything I've already helped. Honestly where are the thanks?

"Thank you, Castiel." The girl smiled. I kind of had to admit that I liked that smile. Um... maybe I have a target for the second wife job.

"You must pay for the help. Acknowledgments are too fleeting for me. I want something tangible" I said.

"What you want?"

"I want you to be one of my wives!" I spoke directly.

"One of your wives... Do you intend to have more than one?"

"Yes of course. As a rich and handsome man I have every right to be a hedonist. After all, I have money and the ability to satisfy several women."

Of course the last statement was a lie as I didn't have the ability yet, but me 2 years or more and I would be a real Casanova. Hermione had slapped her face in resignation anyway and the young Potter looked almost disbelieving. There was a lot in those eyes that could be read. Hope. Desire. Confusion. Fear.

I knew she had a shitty life. But...again until today it was none of my business. Of course, how I chose her as my future wife would avenge me for her past grievances, which is why the Dursleys would suffer.

Now that I think about it, Dumbles really wanted to break the girl. After all, I don't think it's impossible for the fat bastard to sexually abuse Hestia when she's grown curvy enough. Ah, just imagining it makes me want to kill someone.

"I...I...If...you really...want this I wouldn't mind your wife!" she started out stammering and in the end spoke the last words with frightening rapidity. I had a little disbelief in my heart. Was it that easy? Maybe she doesn't know what married people do? Should she be innocent about bedroom art?

"Are you sure?"

"Yea"

"Mione, are you against?" I asked my first wife with curiosity. I wondered what she would say. Ever since she told Mione she was going to be a harem king she never broached the subject again and just lived like I never said anything. But...her silence could be interpreted as consent, right? I hoped so, but I wanted a real answer.

"I'm not against... But the agreement..."Yes! You will be my first wife!" I said almost jumping in excitement. I was happy after all. Two wives already. Um, that was going really well. Honestly it wasn't difficult. Looks like Issei Hyoudo wasn't very lucky.

Anyway, I took a marriage contract and gave one to each of the girls to sign using blood.

"These are marriage contracts. Please read the clauses carefully and ask me if you have any questions. Once they sign they will be my brides and that won't change unless I break the contract myself."

They read it carefully and signed shortly afterwards. Which gave me another surprise. The contract was actually quite simple. There weren't many obligations on either side, just sexual fidelity. Say what you want about me but let me remind most women of a certain Christian Grey. If I remember correctly, he was so controlling that even the amount of calories Anastasia ate was determined by him. In comparison I was much more romantic. After all, I restricted myself in my pursuits of pleasure to only the women who agreed to be my brides.

That means he wouldn't have adventures with unknown women in the alleys and streets. I could only empty my balls into the so-called wives. Of course I didn't use those words in the contract. I was being serious here.

"There, girls, now you are my beautiful brides. And we have 2 hours before we get to Hogsmead so I'm going to sleep in your laps. Caress my beautiful body until we arrive."

It was the last thing he said before putting my legs over Hermione's soft thighs and laying his head on Hestia. I fell asleep then.