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Chapter 90
Harry looked at Draco, “What is it brother?”
Draco looked embarrassed. “Denis Creevy is sharing a booth. With the backing of the Weasley…sorry the Coven twins, he is at their booth selling certain posters. He has done a large amount of business. The twins are selling sweets which turn people into birds. They call them canary creams. They are going faster than Krum action figures.”
Hermione groaned, “So that’s how they knew. I knew Luna had some market penetration, but meeting wizards from Bulgaria who recognized me and Lyra was ridiculous. Less so if it was a recent acquisition during the faire.” Turning with some irritation to Luna. “Did you know this was happening?”
Luna with an unconscious motion to protect her bottom, “Do you mean know or KNOW? I’m not allowed to share sight of things unimportant…REMEMBER?”
Hermione with a cold look in her eyes, “You are dissembling! You knew! Did you set this up as a prank against me?”
Luna getting more nervous by the second, “It’s harmless, increases his fame, and very profitable! Just act slightly haughty and proud of your wizard, and everything turns into envy and respect. You know this, and honestly need the practice!”
Lyra looked at Hermione, “She’s definitely right about that. If you act above it all, you will be.”
Hermione glaring at Luna with a full mad on, “I want you and my hair-brush in the tent, NOW!”
Harry ordered, “NO.” Hermione head snapped to Harry, who looked at her calmly.
“Harrrry” Hermione whined.
Harry now slightly irritated, “I said, no. Press it and you will be the one with the sore bottom. What are the rules for spanking bottoms? What is the first rule?”
Hermione paused and turned red. She then dropped her head, “never hit in anger or pleasure.”
Harry looked at her calmly. “You should be strapped for breaking that first all-important rule, but as this is the first time we will let it go. Next time I will assume you are doing it on purpose, and we will have a different conversation. You are a brilliant witch so I know this mistake will not be repeated. Do you agree?”
Hermione, contritely looked back in Harry’s eyes, “I agree, I will remember.”
Stephen came up to Harry and quietly said, “You handled that perfectly. Never violate that rule…or safe-words, and everything else is manageable.” Andy, Juliet, and Ted all looked at him and nodded with pride. The sisters and friends watched the situation intently. They had been on the wrong side of that situation many times, and were reaching the ages where they had to start considering the other side. Harry’s handling was DAD worthy. Both comforting and frightening in equal measures.
Harry then turned to Luna, “Did you do it to prank Hermione?”
Luna shook her head, still unconsciously protecting her bottom with her hands, “Target of opportunity. I was approached by the twins and Creevy to add to their booth with the posters. It was a definite money winner, and would give our Duke and his witches some powerful publicity. If handled properly it would only enhance everyone’s rep. Her freak-out was expected and just an added bonus. The threat of a paddling was unexpected.” She said glancing with some worry at Hermione.
Harry looked at her, and grinned, “Nice one. I wouldn’t take any offers to spar with Hermione for a few days. It could turn pear-shaped.” Glancing at Hermione, “However I don’t foresee a repeat of using her authority to paddle any bottoms in retaliation in the future.” Hermione blushed and looked down. Harry then motioned everyone inside to set up their bedrooms, despite the fact the elves had it well in hand.
Before they went in, Andy reminded, “Harry, Hermione, Lyra, and Luna. Remember we have dinner tonight with the Minister. Ted and Juliet have graciously offered to accompany the terrible trio on exploring the faire. I know they are not helpless, but have arranged an Auror to accompany them.” Looking at her daughters. “I know I don’t have to remind you, but be aware. Even if they don’t paddle you for disobeying, your father and I won’t be so merciful. This is a dangerous situation and dangerous situation protocol is in effect. Any backtalk will have you still uncomfortable for the game in two days, understood?”
All three curtseyed, “Yes Mum.”
Juliet with a questioning look, “Dangerous situation protocol?”
Ted replied, “As Stephen is military, he understands. Military chain of command. No questioning orders until the situation is no longer dangerous. You do exactly what you are told, when you are told to do it. You don’t wander. Stephen is in command; Juliet is his XO. The auror will be his SGT, and Chastity is his corporal with the twins being privates. The twins will not mind, as it is much more likely Chastity will get strapped for abusing her authority, then they will be bullied under it.” Chastity face was slightly worried giving credence to the situation.
After about 30 minutes where everyone had arranged their personals for the three days they would be here, there was a commotion at the entrance. “Hello the house! Auror cadet Tonks presenting herself for duty!” Everyone came running to greet her with hugs all around.
Tonks on seeing literally everyone in armor, just snorted. “What the heck! The light stuff is better than most Auror armor, and the heavier stuff…” She shook her head.
Harry with a frown, “That isn’t acceptable! Once this duty is over, you will present yourself Nymphadora Tonks of House Black to your house for the initiation of a dimensional store, and the entailment of a full suit of combat armor. The camouflage matrix will be left open so you can alter it for your auror uniform requirements. We will make sure you can do the entailment ritual which will be used on all critical possessions. I understand your fellow aurors may have an issue. You will inform them this is an order of the Black of Black, and as such your opinion was neither requested, nor required. CLEAR?”
Tonks who went white-faced, just curtseyed, “It will be as you command, Lord Black.”
Ted just looked at Harry and mouthed ‘thank you’. Harry gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. He had heard Tonks had refused when her father tried this.
Andy then smirked, “I had requested an Auror, but I guess a trainee will have to do…”
Tonks looking at her mother with disbelief, ‘Oh, Ha Ha. You somehow seem to think I forgot you were a Slytherin. As if the most important noble in the land…or his proxy…wouldn’t get exactly what she required.” Andy just smiled and held out her arms for a hug, which Tonks happily provided.
Andy asked, “Have you seen Sirius? I expected to find him here, though I should not be surprised he isn’t.”
Tonks shook her head, “No, I have heard he is definitely around having fun in embarrassing ways. I only hope he doesn’t end up arrested…or in a duel over some witch’s virtue.”
Andy with a grin asked, “Find any decent wizards, yet?”
Tonks groaned, “NO! I am in training, and my fellow trainees are too wet-behind-the-ears to even come close to getting me wet, and the available trainers don’t compare…especially after our Lord Black spanked me last year. Damn, just thinking about Harry gets the juices flowing. Sigh. He has shoved that bar so high…and not where I want him to either. I have little hope of finding a real wizard to compare…”
Ted just snorted, “Well you will find one when the time comes. You may have to look farther afield however.”
Tonks suddenly upbeat, “Hey that is right! They have converted the Tri-Wiz to the World Student Magus Competition. I hear there are going to be eight schools now. One of these guests should have the juice to get me interested…hopefully for more than just a tumble.”
Andy shook her head at that mental image, “Right! Anyway. You auror trainee Tonks will be under the command of Stephen as your CO and Juliet as your XO. Your sisters are under your authority, though if you abuse it, you are not old enough to avoid having your bottom roasted…I will use the cane.” Tonks snapped to attention. “Yes Lady Black! As you command!”
She then looked at everyone. “All right, it’s off to dinner with the Minister.” She looked at her younger daughters, “Trust me, you will have far more fun than us.” They grinned as they expected as much.
The six then went to the main ministry tent of Britain. They were definitely noticed with three in magus armor, and the other three in full combat armor…All wearing the family colors of Black. Master Auror Moody quickly examined them and snorted at the dimensional stores and the combat armor. “If the six of you weren’t the household of his Grace, I would not pass you through. However, there is little reason for you to attack the heads of your country after all.” And he laughed leading to Harry smiling slightly. Harry had his OM1 glowing around his neck over his armor…next to the Guardian glyph glowing with a soft blue light.
Harry grinned, but refused to be embarrassed by his over-the-top militarization, “Yes, I see your point. Just making a statement about the new Pendragon and Black family. We are returning to the Old Ways.”
Moody grinned, “Glad to hear it. I am thinking of claiming Nymphadora as my trainee. As she is Black raised and trained, she is the only one I am interested in training.”
Harry nodded, “Good, I can see you strapping her into shape. Be aware, I have ordered her to get a dimensional store and her own full combat armor. It will be done before the 'hols are over.”
Moody grinned wider, “Excellent! I wish more had the juice to power such or the resources to have them made, but she is high sorcerer so shouldn’t have a problem.” And he waved them through.
Harry came through the entrance way seeing the large open tent which could seat hundreds comfortably. There was a head table at one end and many tables throughout the tent. There were expensive chandeliers with rare glowing crystals providing a soft evening light. Many servers were walking through providing drinks and finger foods while everyone was talking.
Harry was immediately noticed by…well everyone. They all had differing reactions to this group not wearing expensive and ornate robes, but combat armor. Even Magus combat armor. Harry and his family pulled back their cowls, showing their faces, and disengaging their different protective wards built into the armor.
Minister Fudge came hurrying over, “Your Grace! Welcome! I am so glad you could come!” he bowed and Harry with a smile bowed back.
“Thank you, Cornelius for having us. We are honored by your invitation to dine with you. You of course know my wives, Hermione, Lyra, and Luna.” They each curtseyed and greeted the minister warmly. “And you know my parents, the Tonks who stand in for me until I am old and wise enough for policy making.” Andy and Ted then greeted the Minister warmly too.
After the greetings, Fudge looked at the armor, “Have you had some difficulty?”
Harry smiled, “No Cornelius! It is my way of reminding everyone that Pendragon and Black are old military houses, and we will be returning to the old ways. Until we dispose of the mud-blood pretender Riddle and his cohorts, we will be living in our armor, so to speak.” and Harry laughs, “However, you are correct. This isn’t appropriate attire for this event. Harry then commands, “Company armor off!” Everyone has a swirl of magic surround them, and their armor is gone. The black party is now in beautiful dinner jackets and evening gowns. All high-end muggle and absolutely stunning. The four witches have enough jewelry for a coronation. Much of it, goblin-made. Harry himself looks absolutely beautiful in a black Armani Dinner Jacket and white shirt. However, the jacket has his senior crests beautifully embroidered into it. Pendragon, Gryffindor, and Black. His Guardian glyph glows on his left breast, visually transferred onto the jacket, and his OM1 glowed around his neck.
Fudge smiles at the magic and wealth the armor and these clothes display. The no-mag outfits also make a very striking statement about combining the old with the new. Interestingly enough, Cornelius thought this almost makes them look American...Oh No!
Fudge then brought Harry’s entourage over to the Irish delegation. Unexpectedly, the Irish minister saw Harry and bowed deeply, exclaiming loudly “My Duke! I am glad to finally meet you! You need to appear in your Irish demesne and restore the Irish nobility the way you restored Britain's.”
Harry with a grimace and a bow in return, “My apologies. I was not under the impression our Queen had also made my Irish nobles forfeit. Silly of me not to realize. I am embarrassed and hope my ignorance is not perceived as a lack of regard. Please let my Irish subjects, know I will be joining them next week to rectify this most unfortunate mistake. Make them aware, I and our Queen look forward to the renewal of their oaths of fealty.”
The Irish Minister smiled and bowed his thanks. He then introduced Harry to the rest of the Irish delegation. Harry of course introduced his wives and parents. He heard a young man, the son of a delegate, with a smirk whisper to another “Monster Killer’s Mate. I’d tap that!” While lusting at Hermione. Harry’s head snapped up and looked at the young man who made the comment. In a loud voice which carried, “I was immensely proud of my Mate when I asked her to make that poster. You see, I had already made a poster with my second wife and felt it was appropriate my first wife make one too. The poster perfectly showcases the dedication and love we have for each other.”
Looking at Hermione with love and appreciation, “You see, shortly before this timely event, I had readied myself for combat, to protect my people from more dementors. During a game of Quidditch, a group of Dementors again attacked, or so we thought. Previously, a group of terrorists had infiltrated our government and sent Dementors on our school.” Glancing with respect at Minister Fudge, “It was the dedicated and tireless efforts of our Minister and loyal staff which rooted these villains out, and ended the threat. However, before Minister Fudge was able to do so, 100 dementors attacked during a quidditch game. I was able to keep them busy until the students were safe in the castle.”
Turning back to the young wizards, “Naturally, I assumed a few of the Dementors had remained for revenge on me. I had killed over 50 of their brothers after all. I bore down on them thinking I was in a battle to the death, only to find it was a school boy prank gone horribly wrong. I was a bit worked up, being ready for combat and denied.” There was a light in his eyes, which made the guards in the room nervous. Here was an apex predator, and he was irritated, “Once we resumed the game, I wasted little time quickly driving the Snitch to the ground. Now the game was over, but I found myself still full of fury, with nothing to vent it upon. Remembering my previous game’s celebratory escapades, I asked my Hermione to join me for a shower. She naturally said yes, despite seeing the look in my eyes and the set of my jaw, that this wasn’t going to be a case of gentle lovemaking.”
Continuing to glance at the young wizards, Harry pitched his voice to more loudly carry throughout the tent. Everyone was riveted by the story. “Without a pause, my Hermione gave herself to me to expend my need for combat. Those bruises and bites were not glamours. A less trusting and weaker witch would have submitted to my rage with the hope that by surrendering, it would lead me to be gentler. Hermione had no such fear or weakness. She knew I needed combat and by Merlin, she gave me combat! Hermione bit, punched, and clawed fighting for the pleasures she also demanded from me. She joined me in my rage to expend it, and use our mutual climax to bring me back from the brink, returning my humanity. This was the most precious of gifts, short of a child, a witch could give her wizard. Her complete trust and commitment. I felt it needed to be immortalized.”
Now looking in the distance obviously remembering the event. “The look in my wife’s eyes says it all. To the wizard it says, ‘You wish you were worthy of having a witch willingly give herself to you, to calm your battle rage.’ To the witch it says, ‘You wish you were brave enough to give yourself to the Monster Killer to fight for the return of his humanity.’ It is an open challenge, and I have yet to meet many witches who could honestly meet it…besides my two other wives.”
Looking at the young man, “The next time you look at the poster. Once you are done wanking to her tits, or the cum leaking from her arse and quim. LOOK IN HER EYES. See the challenge there. What she endured, and will willingly endure for me again. Realize what it takes to be worthy of her, and whether you can honestly achieve that goal.” The young wizard turned red with embarrassment at the not-so-subtle critique.
By the end Harry was looking in Hermione’s eyes with such adoration it took your breath away. He gently kissed her hand and she lovingly caressed his face returning the love completely. Hermione then glared at the two young men, “It is unlikely my Lord. These boys have some growing up to do, before they could ever recognize, much less gain a witch’s complete dedication.”