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Lily Potter, Tourney Ground – Hogwarts.

The ground of the arena trembled violently, the Ward protecting the arena shook with every clash between her beloved Harry and the terrifying dragoness protecting her nest.

And yet, the golden lion her son had transformed into seemed... pleased by the ferocity of the dragoness in question, who did not retreat even before a clearly superior opponent.

"Harry is extremely powerful, Mother," said Dalia with a radiant smile. Like Lily, her daughter was dressed in a luxurious and exquisite black robe that embraced her figure with delicacy and femininity, with her faithful shadows at her side, who observed the spectacle completely dumbfounded.

The three witches stole glances and sighs, but nobody was foolish enough to try approaching Dalia, especially not now, with the spectacle Harry was putting on.

The powerful golden lion into which her beloved son had transformed was simply playing with the dragoness, using his enormous paws to subdue her in an overwhelming display of magical superiority.

Lily grimaced as she watched Harry's fangs settle upon the dragoness' neck before lifting her into the air and slamming her against the rocky floor of the arena, and even then, the indomitable beast was far from defeated, she simply rose once more and attacked her son with ferocity.

Lily directed her gaze toward the judges' pavilion, where everyone watched the spectacle in shock and terror. Lady Potter even looked on with satisfaction as all those present trembled in absolute terror at what they were witnessing.

Including Dumbledore.

Good, thought the redhead with vindictive pleasure, let them all feel the desperation and helplessness that Dalia and she felt for years.

Even if it would only be for a year, before leaving this place and taking her place at her son's feet in Leyndell, Lily intended to enjoy every damned second of these people's suffering.

Suddenly, Lily's attention returned to the arena, and she saw her son, still transformed into that imposing lion, seize the dragoness once more with his jaws and slam her against the arena floor again, this time keeping her pinned beneath one of his enormous paws.

The dragoness writhed, fierce even in defeat, and Lily was able to observe an obvious emotion in her son's eyes.

Satisfaction.

The imposing golden lion pressed down even harder with his paw, subduing the dragoness further, and to the surprise of everyone present...

He began to speak.

"You are a fascinating creature, powerful and indomitable. You have earned my interest, but I have no use for a beast. We shall have to do something about that."

Harry's voice was deep, intense, and charged with such colossal power that it shook the entire arena, while golden roots began to emerge from the ground, wrapping around the dragoness' body and keeping her bound to the earth, completely immobilized.

A second later, the construct of magic Harry had created disappeared, leaving her beloved son once again in his human form, standing only a few meters away from where the dragoness lay.

"What is Harry planning, Mother?" asked Dalia with curiosity, a curiosity shared by the rest of the people at the tournament, who had fallen completely silent before the curious actions of Lord Potter.

With all the calm in the world, Harry placed his hand beneath the trapped dragoness' chin, looking at her with triumph and domination, his eyes shining with a golden glow.

Lily did not know what was truly happening, but she was certain she would obtain an answer soon.

And she was not mistaken.

Her son inhaled deeply, an apparently innocent gesture, before releasing his golden breath directly into the dragoness' face, which entered her body through the mouth and nose of the imposing magical creature.

And the results were both immediate and incredible.

The roots that had the dragoness subdued disappeared, but the imposing beast made no attempt whatsoever to attack her son or move at all, but rather, to the redhead's caution, began to tremble.

"What the fuck..." said Dalia, completely dumbfounded, while the spectators of the tournament began to murmur among themselves, having not the slightest idea what was happening.

Slowly, a golden light began to envelop the dragoness, while at the same time her enormous body began to shrink and adopt a human form.

The light of Harry's spell faded away, revealing a beautiful and ethereal woman, who began screaming in complete disorientation, looking around in every direction, evidently distressed.

She was simply beautiful, with snow-white skin, golden eyes and black hair, she was kneeling and naked, looking completely disoriented around her surroundings.

"What... Where am I? What is this? I... I..." babbled the woman, while looking at her hands in astonishment, moving her fingers with wonder and becoming startled by the slightest noise.

The entire arena was in absolute shock, complete silence as they watched Harry Potter accomplish something believed to be impossible, transfiguring a magical creature into a human form.

And not only that, but apparently, he had also granted her something far more terrifying.

Consciousness.

What her son had just done...

Placed him as something much greater than a mere sorcerer or king.

It made him a God.

Harry... Harry had transformed a dragoness... into a human, with the sole purpose that she might serve him, for his amusement, simply because he could.

Lily looked toward the judges' pavilion, observing how everyone was just as stunned as the rest, completely paralyzed and evidently without the slightest idea of what the hell to do.

Too many things were happening at once, and Lily was certain that the rats of the Magical World would react in different ways.

She would have to speak with her son in order to plan accordingly.

And speaking of Harry...

Her beloved son was walking with complete calm toward the nest containing the golden egg, taking it and returning toward the kneeling woman, who raised her confused gaze, rapidly opening and closing her eyes.

"You... you gave me the Light, you granted me your Grace," said the woman with both reverence and reproach in her voice.

"What is my name, Master?" asked the woman, still kneeling.

And her beloved son responded instantly.

"You do not have a name, you have not earned one. When you have proven yourself worthy, you will have earned the right to bear one."

Harry's words were firm, causing the dragoness to lower her head in shame before slowly nodding, completely submissive to her son's orders.

Harry looked at her in silence for a moment, until he slowly nodded, his gaze focused on the kneeling woman.

"But you are correct, I granted you my Grace, I flooded your soul with the light of Leyndell and granted you consciousness. You have proven worthy of serving me, I expect great things from you," said her son with complete control of the situation, while turning around and beginning to walk away.

"Stand and follow me, we have much to do," ordered Harry as he began leaving the arena.

The naked woman rose to her feet, at the same time a golden robe materialized upon her body, covering it from the intense gazes of the spectators and beginning to walk behind Harry like a faithful shadow.

Lily observed how her son's new pet hesitated for an instant, before looking back toward her eggs, then focusing on Harry once more and speaking.

"Master, my... my eggs," asked the woman, hesitation evident in her voice.

Harry did not even bother turning around as he replied.

"Leave them. They are simple beasts. I shall give you worthy offspring in Leyndell," said her son firmly, causing all doubt to disappear from the woman's face.

"As you command, Master," said the woman with complete submission, following Harry without looking back.

Leaving behind an arena full of uncertainty, curiosity and above all...

Fear.

The noise had begun to invade the stadium, everyone demanding an explanation for what they had just witnessed, but before the situation could spiral out of control, Marika's voice made itself known.

"That's enough girls, we're leaving for Potter Manor," said the Queen, and a second later, a golden light flooded the entire Potter pavilion, disappearing from the event in the blink of an eye.

And leaving a mess for the old manipulator to deal with.

Amelia Bones, One Week After the First Trial – Potter Manor.

"My Lord," said the redheaded Lady Bones, kneeling in complete submission before Harry's Throne, her body trembling with fury while looking helplessly toward her new Master.

Amelia felt bile in her throat as she saw Lord Harry seated upon his throne, with Lily Potter sitting comfortably upon his lap and looking at Amelia with veiled mockery, while softly moaning at the same time Lord Potter distractedly massaged her large breasts.

Making it clear that, within the hierarchy, Lily stood far above Amelia, and that this would not change anytime soon.

"Amelia, you requested a meeting, speak," said Lord Potter, followed by a loud moan from Lily, who shuddered thanks to Harry's skilled and restless hands.

Amelia swallowed and forced down her helplessness, that damned sensation of losing to the Evans whore once again.

"I... I have completed the task you entrusted to me, the plants you requested, seeds and samples, as well as small sprouts, and also... an offering."

To Amelia's pleasure, her words caused Harry's hand to stop, to the evident disappointment of the redhead bitch, causing all of her Lord's attention to focus upon Amelia.

Where it belongs, thought the redheaded Bones.

"Show me," he ordered, and Amelia rose to her feet, focusing her gaze upon the doors of the Manor and shouting.

"Come in, girls," said Amelia, causing the doors to open, revealing the seductive sight of Mei and Cho, both wearing small and scandalous robes bearing the colors of House Potter, both escorting an enormous enchanted trunk, which contained everything Amelia had collected for her Lord.

Both oriental witches placed the trunk before Harry before kneeling and lowering their gazes on either side of the trunk, making it clear that both witches were the offering Amelia had spoken of.

And judging by the open interest in Harry's hungry gaze, both witches would be warmly welcomed.

"An interesting offering, Amelia. My wives will evaluate the value of what you have brought me," said Lord Potter, paralyzing the redhead, who could not help but ask in alarm.

"Wives?" asked Amelia in disbelief, only to be silenced by a golden magical glow, from which emerged three beautiful and powerful witches.

They were...

Ethereal.

Simply beautiful.

Possessing a certain aura of divinity, without a single visible flaw, and with the most seductive and sensual figures Amelia had ever seen.

A brunette.

A redhead.

And a blonde.

The complete collection, thought Amelia bitterly, unable to maintain eye contact with any of the three women.

"Oh... this must be your new pet, isn't she, dear husband? Amelia, the one who was promised to your father and is now yours to do as you please" purred the blonde, gently caressing Amelia's neck.

It was evident who the prey was and who the predator was between the two.

"Yes, and she has served me well. I entrusted her with a task and she fulfilled it to the letter. She will be initiated tonight. Do not be gentle. For years Amelia ignored the injustices committed against my mother and my sister. She was accepted because I saw her potential, but she will have to work for it," said Harry firmly, causing Amelia to shudder for some strange reason.

Amelia swallowed and spoke.

"My Lord! I... I thought that you..."

Began Amelia, only to be interrupted by Harry.

"I shall take your virginity, Amelia Bones. No man other than me shall touch you for the rest of your life... but my wives also possess carnal appetites that you will have to satisfy. Now leave. Accept your punishment with dignity. You have my word that your virginity shall remain intact for me, and that your virgin petals shall only be opened by my virility," said Lord Potter firmly, while channeling his magic into his voice, silencing Amelia instantly.

"As you command, my Lord," said the redhead while attempting to rise to her feet and obey the orders of her new Lord.

Only for Harry's voice to interrupt her.

"On your hands and knees. At this moment, you are nothing more than a bitch of House Potter. You will have to earn your place after your punishment," he ordered coldly, filling Amelia with shame, as well as a desire she had suppressed for years.

"As you command, my Lord," said Amelia, trembling with need and desire as she began crawling behind the blonde, prepared to accept her punishment with dignity.

The last thing Amelia heard were the uncontrolled moans of Mei and Cho before the doors closed.

Apparently, Amelia's punishment was only just beginning.

She was not mistaken.

Anastasia Greengrass, Greengrass Hall – England.

"Our contacts are terrified, the Wizengamot will not move against Harry Potter, we have no allies. What are we going to do, Anastasia?" asked Lady Greengrass' husband, looking at her like a damned frightened rabbit.

"What can we do? Await our sentence with dignity," said Lady Greengrass with complete calm while touching up her makeup, preparing herself for the long night ahead.

Two weeks had passed since the first task of the Triwizard Tournament and the Magical World was completely paralyzed, practically held hostage by the infamous reputation of Harry Potter.

The Golden Lion, as many starts to calls him.

There was simply... no way to stop him, although Anastasia could not blame them. How in the hell did you oppose a man capable of subduing and taking a dragoness as a pet?

Anastasia knew perfectly well that her family stood alone, nobody would step between Harry Potter and his debt with House Greengrass, Anastasia and her daughters would end up as just another set of whores at the feet of the Potter patriarch.

Unless...

She took her destiny into her own hands.

"How can you say that? We are purebloods! That filthy half-blood is beneath us, we must..."

Her husband's words died the moment the fireplace in the entrance hall flared with golden flames, the ancient wards of Greengrass Manor were completely shattered, causing her husband to collapse to the floor while clutching his chest in immense pain.

Pathetic, thought Anastasia, as she watched Harry Potter emerge from the fireplace, accompanied by the mysterious woman from the trial, who was now dressed in a sensual and frankly scandalous golden robe that left practically her entire body exposed, covering only her womanhood and breasts.

Although curiously, the provocative manner in which she was dressed only made her appear far more dangerous, with an aura of power impossible to conceal.

Her husband looked toward the imposing and terrifying figure of Harry Potter with absolute terror, and to Anastasia's disgust, he did not take long to begin humiliating himself and idolizing the powerful Lord.

"Lord Potter! We received your letter! We are grateful that you have deigned to visit us! We..."

However, Lord Potter seemed to possess no patience for the pathetic display, therefore, without even bothering to look at her husband, he simply ordered.

"Silvaryth, dear, dispose of this pest. I need to speak with the true head of House Greengrass," ordered the Golden Lion, as many in the Magical World had begun calling Lord Potter.

The woman, Silvaryth, Anastasia reminded herself, did not hesitate and simply seized her husband by the throat, forcing him to look her in the face before opening her jaws and bathing his face in her powerful flames, ending his pathetic life in the blink of an eye.

But Anastasia did not even bother looking at the agonizing man, she had more important things to do after all.

Harry Potter walked toward the center of the room, causing a Golden Throne to appear behind him and looking directly toward Lady Greengrass.

"Your letter has intrigued me, my Lady. You have my attention. I hope you are capable of keeping it if you truly desire my protection for yourself and your daughters," said Harry Potter, while Silvaryth walked forward and knelt at the foot of the Throne like a trained pet before her Master.

Anastasia was extremely nervous, but this was not the time to hesitate, her life and the lives of her beloved daughters were at stake.

Therefore, with complete determination, Anastasia stepped forward and removed the two golden brooches that held her elegant robe in place, allowing it to fall like water to her feet and leaving herself completely naked beneath Harry Potter's interested gaze.

"House Greengrass is yours, my Lord Potter, and its Lady, your toy, willing to please you in anything you desire," said the mature woman, shivering beneath the dominant and interested gaze of her new Lord.

Anastasia was more than ready for a long night pleasing her new Lord...

Without realizing...

That her two young daughters were spying upon the main hall of Greengrass Hall.

It would be...

An interesting night.

Of that, there was no doubt.