Author's Note: I don't know if I can, but I will try to make every chapter the same length as this first one. This was an undertaking of massive proportions and I spent just as long researching as I did writing it. And my fingers are now quite sore from typing all day long. This story is an answer to WhiteTigerWolf's Whiskey Wedding Challenge. The details for the challenge will be below beneath a character/actor list.

Now, the character/actor/actress line up. I did it for this one, this is probably my only story to do so.

Harry Potter: Daniel Radcliff

Sirius Black: Gary Oldman

Remus Lupin: David Thewlis

Nymphadora Tonks: Metamorphmagus (I can make her look like whoever)

Andromeda Black: Jessie Shannon

Bellatrix Black: Crystal McCahill

Narcissa Black: Shannon Richards

Lily Potter: Scarlett Johansson

Whiskey Wedding Challenge

There are quite a few stories on this site involving marriage contracts. And I got to thinking, what if James had gotten drunk and signed a marriage contract for Harry, one that married him to the wrong witch. Ex. He goes out drinking with Amelia Bones brother, the Head of the Bones family, and meaning to write a contract between Susan and Harry, the two drunks accidentally make a contract between Amelia and Harry.

Requirements:

- Harry must be involved in a marriage contract

- James and whomever he made the contract with must be drunk when the contact is drawn up

- James and whomever he made the contact with cannot remember, and hence tell anyone, about the contract

- Harry's bride must be someone he doesn't know well, if at all

- Harry and his bride must be married by his 15th borthday

- Harry and his bride must recieve between one years and one month notice of the deadline to marry

- If harry and his bride do not marry, thier lives and magic will be forfieted

Recomended:

- Harry/Amelia Bone

- Harry/Andromeda Tonks

- Harry/Gwenog Jones

- Pregnancy

"I, James Charlus Potter, do on this date of October 31st 1980 enter the House of Potter into a contract of marriage with the House of Black.
By midnight of his fourteenth year, Harry James Potter, son of James Charlus Potter, Lord Peverell, shall be wed to the Daughters of the House of Black as agreed to by Sirius Orion Black, Lord Black. As with the old traditions of our families, should the agreed upon parties not be wed, may both Houses fall to ruin, their Magic lost and their Lives shall be forfeit. So Mote It Be.

Signed by: James Potter and Sirius Black

Witnessed by: Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.

"Well, there she goes," James said drunkenly as he watched the little house-elf, Betty, disappear from the confines of Potter Manor to the Department of Contracts of Agreements at the Ministry of Magic. Tiredly, he removed his glasses to wipe at his eyes as the fire burning in the fireplace nearby began to hurt his eyes. "You, you know," he said as he put his glasses back on, "Lily will be so happy," he said stupidly. "Finally the Potters and the Blacks will be one family."

The snort of his best friend sitting next to him made him look over. Remus and Peter had already passed out, unable to keep up the drinking game they had played to decide whose children would marry whose leaving James and Sirius alone at the table. "Idiot," Sirius Black said, a grin spread across his handsome aristocratic face. "You're mum's a Black, Prongs," the man cleverly nicknamed Padfoot explained. "We're already family," the recently titled Lord Black slurred as he dropped his head arms that he had crossed on the mahogany table. "Now shush, I'm going to rest for a minute."

"Oh, yeah," James slurred as he followed his best friend's example and put his head down. "Just, just don't forget to have kids soon Paddy. I don't want my son marrying some brat whose still in diapers." He opened his eyes, looking toward the man who he had been friends with since his first trip to Hogwarts on the Express, but the other man was already sound asleep. "Humph, light weight," James snorted even as sleep over took him as well. The bottle of Ogden's Finest Firewhiskey remained standing, innocently, on the table, what was left of its pale amber liquid glistening in the firelight.

Harry Potter woke up with a start at the sound of someone knocking on his door. He blinked in confusion as he reached for his glasses trying to figure out just where he was. The room, while rather spartan, was much better than the one he normally slept in when at home for the summer, but not as nice as his room at Hogwarts. Shifting so that he was sitting, he put is glasses on and frowned before his memories of the night before returned. He almost snorted at the memory of Marge Dursley swelling up like a balloon if it hadn't been mixed with the rage at her comments at his parents and his fear of reprisal from the Ministry of Magic.

Another knock at his door, this time louder and more forceful made him rise from his bed quickly, glad he had remembered to pack his pajamas in his trunk before he had stormed out. With quick strides he reached the door to his room at the Leaky Cauldron and pulled it open to see who it was. A woman with dark red hair stood on the other side of the door, dressed in a dark forest green robe over a black jacket and shorts that reached her mid calf and a pair of black boots. "Oi, you Harry Potter," she said with a rather forceful growl in her voice.

"Um, yeah," the black-haired thirteen year old said in confusion. His green eyes looking up at her black narrowed ones as she glared down at him. His eyes shifted to the shiny silver badge on her chest, noting the 'M' and crossed wands in its center. Above the symbol were the words 'Department of Magical Law Enforcement' and beneath those was the phrase 'Auror Department'. "Oh! You're an auror," he said blinking his eyes at the badge before stepping back and holding the door open. "Please, come in."

"Sorry to bust in you," the Auror said sarcasm easy to hear as she stepped over the threshold and looked about the small room for any threats. "I have orders to bring you down to the Ministry." The woman was all business as she remained standing next to the door. "It seems somethings come up in the Black case and they have requested your presence at the Department of Contracts and Agreements."

The black-haired boy nodded a small smile on his face as he went to his trunk and began to dig for his school uniform and robe. "I've never been to the Ministry of Magic before," he said casually as he pulled out his clothes and began to walk toward his bathroom. "Is it alright if I shower before we leave," he asked, and watched as she gave a stiff nod. "Thanks." Closing the bathroom door, he turned on the water to let it reach the right temperature as he got undressed. "You know, I'm glad they sent someone who isn't into the Boy-Who-Lived crap," he called through the door. "It always seemed so stupid to me. Who exactly are you anyway."

Outside the bathroom, the woman blinked as at the youth's casual dismissal of the title and general view of it. While she had never met him before she would have thought any kid his age would have lived it up with being famous. "The name's Tonks," she answered after a few moments. She began to move around the room, being sure to keep a distance away from his trunk so as not to invade his privacy as she looked around. She did notice the tip of a wand poking out from beneath his pillow however and smirked as she thought of her instructor at the academy.

"So, why do they want me at the Ministry anyway," the boy called back through the door.

"With Black's recent escape, the Ministry's been looking for anything that might have his name attached to it," she answered as her hair gradually shifted from red to pink and her black eyes became the color of honey. "They found a contract that he had signed off on along with your father. A marriage contract," she explained. The sound of something falling in the tub had her moving toward the door. "Potter? Everything alright in there?"

"A what," the boy shouted back, sounding closer to the door and causing Tonks to step back from it.

"A marriage contract," she answered and heard the ruffling of cloth on the other side of the door. "It means your dad and Sirius Black arranged a marriage for you," she explained. The door to the bathroom swung open, revealing the boy dressed in a button up white shirt with a grey sweater vest and black khaki pants. His shoes though were coming apart at the soles, and if she wasn't mistaken, he wasn't wearing any socks. "Isn't that your Hogwarts uniform?"

The boy shrugged his shoulders as he blushed. "Don't have much else," he admitted. The teenager looked at her quickly and blinked as he took in her appearance. "Um, not to sound crazy but... weren't your hair and eyes a different color just now," he asked perplexed as he walked toward his bed and grabbed his wand before putting it in his back pocket.

Tonks eyed the young man as her auror training kicked in. Despite the wealth of the Potter family, the boy's shoes and lack of descent clothing other than his school uniform sent up red flags about his upbringing. "I'm a metamorphmagus," Tonks said with a shrug. "I can change my appearance at will," she explained as her spiky pink hair changed to black and her eyes turned green to match his own. "Now, let's go. And take that wand out of your back pocket before you blast off a buttock."

"Do you know anyone whose ever blown theirs off," Harry asked even as he did as she asked and moved slid it behind his ear like a pencil.

The auror shook her head. "Nope, but that's what my instructor used to say. Now come on, we'll use the floo downstairs and get this whole thing wrapped up shortly. I suggest when you get back you invest in a wand holster from old Ollivander."

Harry stopped and looked at the auror in abject horror. "The floo," he asked with dread in his voice. "Can't we go some other way? We could take the Knight Bus right," he asked as he chased after her, being sure to shut and lock his door as they left. "Come on Auror Tonks, isn't there a better way than that?"

Narcissa Malfoy seemed to glide across the marble floor of what was once Lestrange Estate but was now named Black Hall. The grey eyed woman was a sight to behold, the envy of women wherever she decided to grace with her presence. Her blonde hair, dyed by magic to fit in with her family by marriage, hung in curls across her shoulders and reached to the small of her back. Her pouting lips colored crimson against her pale skin with just a touch of blush to add color. Her ample thirty-six inch bust pushed on thin emerald material that made up her formfitting dress, and stretched the opening between her neck and breasts to show her deep cleavage.

At one hundred and ten pounds, she was thankful for the featherweight charms that the manufacturer had implanted into her custom-made bras and the fact she had never been forced to wear a corset. She had been so proud of her figure that she had honestly and promptly refused her husband's pleas for an heir and had only been partly surprised when he had brought the little toe-rag he dared name Draco home just a month after their wedding. For thirteen years she had bit back her distaste at calling the son her husband had produced with some Knockturn Ally slag her child, at least in public. She never let Lucius forget her disapproval when they were alone, even if she bit her tongue around the boy himself.

Now though, she had received a summons from the Ministry of Magic, more importantly the Department of Contracts and Agreements. She was of course surprised to learn of a marriage contract superseding the arranged marriage her aunt, Walburga had created for the Malfoys. Though, she wasn't upset to learn that the marriage to Lucius was illegal and he would be paying a hefty 'fee' to erase this particular blunder from the pages of the Daily Prophet. She had been startled though to receive letters from her sisters, Bellatrix and Andromeda merely an hour later, with plans to meet at Black Hall.

As she entered the parlor, she spotted her elder siblings, the Black family twins glaring at one another as was the norm. Both of them with their long raven hair just as curled as her own stood near the fireplace in front of the portrait of formidable looking Arcturus Black and his cousin, their grandfather Pollux Black. "Bella, Andy," Narcissa cooed happily as she approached her siblings. "It has been far to long."

"Cissy," Bellatrix acknowledged her youngest sister with a nod and a smirk. Dressed in a black gown with sheer material stretched across her ample chest and revealed her collar bones. What Bella tried to pass a robe to finish her assemble was a set of sleeves that attached across her shoulder blades and fanned down to drag the floor behind as she walked like a cape, with just a hood to cover her head if she wanted. "Andromeda and I were wondering if you received a summons from the Ministry as well."

"You could have just fire called," the blonde sister said with a roll of her eyes. Opening her clutch she reached into its undetectable extension charmed depths before producing her letter. "I did indeed receive one," she answered before passing it to her first born sister before turning to Andromeda. Andromeda was nearly a spitting image of her twin, only with dark eyes that prevalent in the family instead of the blue eyes of their sister and wearing a crimson dress of Acromantula silk that covered her body from neck to toe. "Andy, I'm so happy you saw reason and came back home," she said as she drew her sister into a hug.

Andy smiled as she hugged her sister in return. "It just finally became too much," the witch said with a sad smile. "I suppose the tension was always there, what with my being forced to leave the family because he was a muggleborn. Did you know, he felt I had trapped him in a marriage by purposefully becoming pregnant," she asked with a sniff of her buttoned nose. "Now, with Nymphadora being of age and having a decent paying job, we were finally able to go our separate ways."

"It's a shame you didn't get anything out of it," Bellatrix said with a smirk as she waved at the mansion she called home. "Poor Rudolphus, the sad idiot he was, never saw it coming," she chuckled. "As though I was going to go to Azkaban though. The very thought is laughable if you ask me. A quick Imperio and a signed piece of paper was all I needed to take everything from him after the Dark Lord fell. I get the estate and he gets shipped off to Azkaban after a little bird told the Ministry about his hidden cache."

"I remember there being a poor crying woman at his trial," Narcissa said with a smirk as she turned to look at Bellatrix. "I couldn't imagine the pain you had to endure, being put under the Imperious Curse by your own orders and forced to do the Dark Lord's orders," she said with mock sympathy in her voice. Together, the three Black sister's laughed at the Lestrange's misfortune. "Now, what do these two know about these apparent contracts," Cissy asked as she gestured to the moving portrait.

"Nothing," Andy answered and getting her sisters' attention. "I spoke to Nymphadora who was the one who uncovered the contract," the middle sister said before releasing a sigh. "The contract was the brainchild of Sirius Black, our cousin," she explained with a snort of derision. Her two sisters were looking at her waiting for her to continue. "The idiot filled out a marriage contract with James Potter for one Harry Potter and the 'Daughters of the House of Black'."

"WHAT," Bellatrix shouted, nearly screamed as her eyes turning violet in her rage. "We have to marry that little half-blood mudblood spawn," she growled through her teeth.

A pair of chuckles from above caused the three sisters to turn their attention to the portrait above the fire. "I don't see what the problem is Bellatrix," Arcturus said calmly as he watched his cousin's grandchildren. "You've already bowed and scraped to one half-blood didn't you?" Seeing their confused faces, the muscular former Lord Black chuckled. "That boy you followed, the one who called himself Voldemort was a half-blood named Tom Riddle. You remember him don't you Pollux? That kid who used to run errands for Borgin and Burke?"

"Yeah, I remember him," the younger cousin said with a chuckle. "I was an Auror when he turned in Rubeus Hagrid for killing that Myrtle girl," Pollux said, happy for once that his grandchildren were listening to him. "His story never did match up though. I've never seen a person drop dead from an Acrumantula bite and not have a mark on their body. Plus, he claimed the half-giant boy had found the Chamber of Secrets, claimed he caught him red handed but couldn't take us to it. The captain then waved it off, happy to get a half-giant for the murder."

"What proof do you have," Narcissa asked, ignoring the muttered swearing of her sister to her side as she looked up at her ancestors.

"Oh, this is good," Arcturus said motioning toward Pollux. "He figured it out with his fantastic Auror training," the larger of the two men said with a laugh as he clapped his cousin on the shoulder. "While he was working at Borgin and Burkes one of his clients ended up dead and her elf took the blame for it," he chuckled. "Riddle was the last one to see her alive and was doodling at his desk. Turns out, if you rearrange the letters in the kid's name, Tom Marvolo Riddle, you get 'I am Lord Voldemort'."

"Why didn't you ever say anything," Andromeda asked looking back and forth between the portrait and her stunned sisters. "If you two knew the true identity of Voldemort you could have cut his legs off underneath him by letting those who supported him by telling the world who he really was."

Pollux shook his head sadly. "I couldn't, not with the way Walburga was so enraptured with what he was saying," the man said with a shake of his head. "They had dated briefly in Hogwarts, or so I told." Behind the two younger Black sisters Bellatrix suddenly made a gagging sound at that. "You have to understand that I loved and feared my daughter. I loved her too much to cast her out and if it had come to a duel between us I didn't have the heart to kill her, but I'm sure she had it to kill me."

"Walburga was an animal," Arcturus growled. The sisters looked at their grandfather in surprise when he didn't speak up on his daughter's behalf. "She used Amortentia to ensnare your uncle and claim the title of Lady Black. She had him on it until they had married and then slapped the Imperious Curse on him to make him little more than a slave in his home," he growled. "I didn't find out about it until she was on her death-bed, that crazy bitch came clean to me in her last moments and told me what she had done and how she only regretted her children having not been strong enough to stand at Riddle's side. I killed her myself."

Narcissa looked toward her grandfather, certain he would be shocked by that revelation, only to see him looking away a painted tear running down his cheek. "You were there," she said softly and saw her grandfather nod. Her grey eyes moved her eldest sister who was biting her lip in agitation. The blonde haired Black had always known that Bellatrix looked up to Walburga but that seemed now seemed crushed by what they had just learned. "I'm pretty sure we need to get going," she said quietly and putting her hand on Bella's elbow. "We need to get to the Ministry."

"Come on Bella," Andy said just as softly as she moved to put her arm around her twin sister. "Don't think about her, Bella," she continued as she began to lead her sister from the parlor. "Think about this we're set to marry a boy, who has the entire Potter fortune at his fingertips," she said, causing her sister to look up at her. "He's young and naïve, easily trainable," she said with a chuckle causing Bellatrix to giggle beside her. "Plus, if the rumors are true, he not only defeated the Dark Lord at the age of one but did so at the end of each of his earlier school years, the last one being Lucius's fault."

Both sisters looked to Narcissa who shrugged. "What can I say, Walburga had me marry an idiot," she said casually. "Apparently, he gave the Weasley girl some diary of Voldemort's that possessed her and caused her to open the Chamber of Secrets and release a basilisk into the same school his son attends," she said with a shake of her head. "Potter killed the basilisk, destroyed the diary and then tricked Lucius into freeing our house-elf. He did it all and managed to save the Weasley girl's life, find the Sword of Gryffindor and survive a basilisk bite in the meantime."

Bellatrix shook her head. "What sort of Dark Lord keeps a diary?"

A tangle of limbs flopped out of one of the various fireplaces located within the Ministry's atrium as Harry and Tonks arrived. Quickly the two of them stood and began to dust themselves off as though nothing had happened, neither looking at the other. Unknown to either of them they both blamed themselves for the terrible tumble. "You were right," Tonks finally admitted as she casually flicked her wand over herself to clear away the soot before turning her wand on the young famous wizard. "The floo was not the way to go."

"That's the third time I've used it, and my best exit yet," Harry muttered before he looked around. His green eyes grew large as he took in the dark grey stonework that made up the framework for the Ministry's atrium. "Merlin, its huge," he whispered as he looked up at all the office windows that looked down into the room. He was a little put off at all the large sweeping banner that showed Cornelius Fudge looking down at the workers hustling and bustling with pride.

A golden fountain stood off toward the end of the atrium with a row of lifts just beyond it. The golden figures of a centaur, a fairy, a house-elf, what Harry thought must have been a leprechaun and a witch were all kneeling in front of an aged and stoic looking wizard and witch who held their wands aloft like royalty. "Auror Tonks, if you don't mind me asking, I um, I know that some wizards and witches look down on other creatures, so I can understand why the other statues are bowing, but why is that witch?"

"Hmm," Tonks asked looking at where Harry was pointing before she recognized just what he was asking. "Well, it was mean to have the likeness of a Veela," she said with a frown of distaste at the display. "I've never really liked that statue," she explained as the pair of them walked past it. "Degrading is what it is, and completely rubbish." She led him to one of the lifts and pushed the button to call it down. "I'm glad to see you've got some sense about you."

Not knowing what to say to that, Harry kept his silence as the lift opened and allowed them to climb on. A young man who he vaguely remembered seeing at Hogwarts last year was standing just inside, his hand on a lever and dressed like a muggle doorman, his face covered in sweat. "Which floor," he asked snappily.

"Third floor please," Tonks answered without really seeming to care about the man's snappish behavior. With a curt nod, the man pulled his lever back to point at the '3' and the doors swung closed. Harry was nearly sent to the ground as the lift instead of moving straight up instead flew backwards almost pulling his feet out from beneath him before it shot upwards. "Sorry about that Potter, forgot this is your first time on a magic lift."

Harry was about to snap at her himself before the lift shifted again, this time jutting forward before a soft ding was heard. "Level three," a disembodied woman's voice said. "Departments of Contracts and Agreements, Lineage and Houses and Exploding Bon-Bon Removal."

"Wait, what was that last one," Harry asked even as he followed the auror off the lift and down the long corridor. He barely heard the guy on the lift mutter something before he pushed his lever forward and let the doors swing shut. "Never mind, I'm sure I don't want to know," he said ignoring the guys mutterings. "So, we've come all the way here but you haven't said who I'm supposed to have an arranged marriage with."

The pink haired woman stopped and turned to look at the boy, her eyes hard for a second before they softened. "You seem to have been taking this awfully well," she said as she sidestepped the boy's question. "You know, if it was me and I found out my old man and some mass murderer had arranged for me to get married, I'd have a tad bit more to say against it," she said before she continued to lead him to the correct office.

"Oh," he muttered before shrugging even though she couldn't see it. "Well, I could get mad but why bother doing that," Harry asked questioningly. "I mean, I don't know much about my parents so whatever I can get helps," he explained. "If my dad thought it was a good idea that I marry whoever it is, than I guess I'll gladly accept it," he said with a smile. "Although, if he was friends with a mass murderer I guess I could be worried, but since I don't know what type of person my dad was, I don't know what type of person Sirius Black was," he continued.

"Of course, that guy back on the Knight Bus said that Black was Voldemort's right hand man, so maybe my parents were followers of his too before he attacked us," Harry said with a shrug. "The way it stands, I'll never know what kind of people they were except from hearsay. It's not like the Mirror of Erised ever let them talk when I saw it."

The auror's eyes narrowed at every word the youth said. While she was still in training to become an auror she still had years of studying pounded into her head and what Harry was saying only fit more with what she had thought earlier at the Leaky Cauldron. The boy's best clothes were his school uniform, he knew nothing of his parents or even what sort of people they were. "I don't know much your parents," she finally said. "However, I do know they weren't Death Eaters. In most of the battles of the last war your parents were present fighting them off."

Harry had never heard the term Death Eater before but it wasn't hard to figure out that it was referring to Voldemort's followers. After several minutes they arrived at a door marked 'Contracts' and stopped. "Well, here you are Potter. Just head inside and someone will be with you shortly, but if I can offer some advice," she said in a conspiratorial whisper and leaned in close. "I'd visit Lineage and Houses down the way," she said jerking her thumb over her shoulder and pointing down the corridor. "I'm sure they have something for you too."

"Thanks Auror Tonks," Harry said genuinely. "It was a pleasure to meet you."

"It was a pleasure to meet you too," she said and was pleasantly surprised to realize she actually meant it. "By the way, you can just call me Tonks," she said with a smile and a shrug before she turned to walk away. "Have fun in there... Dad," she said over her shoulder before she turned a corner whistling.

"Barmy," the youth muttered as he shook his head and turned to the door and stepped inside. As he stepped inside he saw a short squat little woman sitting at a desk in front of a rather plain-looking door her fingers on the keys of an old-fashioned typewriter where she had paused to look up. "Um, Hi," he said giving a small wave. "I'm Harry Potter here about a marriage contract."

The woman's eyes shifted to the young man's forehead and his trademark lightning shaped scar. 'Well, at least I'll never need a license,' he thought as sarcastically.

"Ah, Mr. Potter," the woman said barely containing a squeal of excitement as she tried to seem professional. "Mr. Riteup is already meeting with your betrothed and is expecting you," she said as she stood and moved to the door and knocked. A moment later she opened it and stuck her inside before turning back to him. "Go right ahead Mr. Potter, he'll see you now."

"Thank you," Harry said politely as he stepped around her desk and walked inside the office. He was a little shocked at how ordinary Mr. Riteup's office looked, with several plants around the room and a desk sitting in front of a filing cabinet. Mr. Riteup himself was an aging man with a swelling gut, his toupee was obvious and combed almost slick back and reminded Harry of a run over cat. He was leaning up against his desk and facing a couch near the door causing Harry to look over as he walked inside and nearly trip over his feet at the three women sitting there.

Three gorgeous women sat side by side on a couch perusing a sheet of parchment with their heads together. They looked up though as he entered and Harry felt himself blush under their attention. "Hi," he said shyly and looked toward the man who was almost glaring at Harry. "Sorry, I'm Harry Potter, the woman outside told me to come in."

"Right, right," Mr. Riteup said as he moved forward to shake Harry's hand. "I'm Devon Riteup, Head of the Department of Contracts and Agreements, Mr. Potter. I'm sorry to have to call you down here on such short notice, but well, the contract we found between your father and Sirius Black has some rather serious penalties if not followed and we really didn't have much time to get everything taken care of what with you going to Hogwarts," the man explained and turned toward his desk. Vaguely Harry thought he heard the man mutter 'Lucky bastard' but he couldn't be sure.

"Oh, is there a fine or something," Harry asked curiously.

"More like, we'll lose our magic, our status and most importantly our lives," one of the three angels on the couch said to Harry's surprise making him turn around. "You will too," one of the two dark-haired women said as she stood from her seat. Harry wasn't sure if she walked or glided toward him but he suddenly found himself face to chest with one of her which made him blush again. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter, I'm Andromeda Black and these are my sisters, Bellatrix and Narcissa," she introduced her sisters as she gestured to them.

"The, the, the," Harry stuttered on the first word as his mind shut down at the woman's exquisite beauty. "Its a pleasure to meet you," he finally managed to get out as his blush deepened, making the three women giggle, though he was almost certain the other dark-haired woman had actually cackled. "So, are you who I'm supposed to marry?"

"Oh, that's not how this will work Mr. Potter," the woman named Narcissa said as she stood languidly from her seat and approached him, followed by her other sister. "You won't just be marrying Andy but all three of us," the blonde haired witch explained with a smile.

Harry's green eyes grew wide as he looked at the three women, not one of them looking over the age of twenty-five and began hyperventilating. After a moment though he forced himself to calm down. After all, he reasoned, if he could tackle a basilisk a few months ago he could handle this. 'Except that I got lucky with the basilisk,' he thought. 'Oh, but you'll get lucky here too,' a devious voice answered making the blushing boy go pale.

The three women seemed to loom over the young teenager and smiled at him. "I believe that will be all Mr. Riteup," Bellatrix suddenly said to the man and gave him an almost feral smirk. "If you will excuse us, me and my sisters need to become acquainted with our intended." Harry wasn't sure why, but something about Bellatrix Black made him worried, very, very worried.

"Right, of course," Mr. Riteup said before he watched as the young man was gently pushed and prodded, stammering, out of his office and into the hall. "Lucky, lucky bastard," he cursed once his door closed and moved back around his desk to take his seat once more.

"Excuse me," the green-eyed boy said as they moved back into the hall that led to the lifts. "Um, Auror Tonks said that I should go to Lineage and Houses when I left the meeting," he said shyly as the women stopped. "So, before we go anywhere, do you mind if we make a quick stop?"

"Oh, not at all," Narcissa said with a smile as she moved around to stand behind the thirteen year old boy, her hands rubbing on his shoulders. "Whatever my niece suggested should work out fine," the blonde haired woman purred into Harry's ear, making the boy blush harder than ever. "Come on then, I've always wondered just how far back the Potter lineage went. I knew the Malfoys could trace themselves back to Armand Malfoy who first made his way to England from France in 1066 in the army of William the Conqueror."

Harry looked at the blonde woman, making sure to look at her face and not her bountiful assets that were staring him in the face. "How do you know so much about the Malfoys?"

"Because, until this morning I was Lady Malfoy," Narcissa explained.

"You mean your Draco's mother," Harry asked in shock as he turned around fully to look at the woman. There was no way this beautiful woman was old enough to have given birth to the slimy Slytherin!

"Oh no, silly," Narcissa said with a smile. "Draco's mother is some slag in Knockturn Ally who Lucius had a tryst with before we even said our vows," she admitted with a secretive smile, not bothering to lower her voice in the slightest. "I refused to give Lucius a child, I'd have lost my figure," she said waving her hand up and down her body.

"Oh please," Andromeda said with a roll of her eyes. "I had Nymphadora and I managed to get back into shape," she said. Seeing Harry whirl on her she smiled. "Don't worry Harry, you already met her this morning," she explained. "She's the one who told you to go to Lineage and Houses, Auror Tonks."

"What? What? No way," he exclaimed. "You look you just graduated from Hogwarts! You all do!"

Bellatrix moved forward this time and wrapped her arms around the boy from behind. "I like him," she purred. "My big strong basilisk slaying husband-to-be says the nicest things," she cooed and put a kiss on the boy's cheek. Blushing madly Harry's head dropped to stare at the ground as the three women laughed. "Now come on, we need to go see just what we are getting into girls."

The three women moved as a tight semicircle around the young wizard as they made their way to the office of Lineage and Houses and stepped inside. Unlike the last office, a fresh-faced boy sat at his desk snatching a paper airplane out of the air and proceeded to read it. "Excuse me," Narcissa said, getting the young man's attention. At the sight of the three Black sisters his jaw seemed to drop as he stared at them in wonder. "We're here to see someone about the Lineage of our young intended here," she said casually as she motioned to Harry. "Who do we see about Lineage?"

The boy didn't speak but just pointed toward a door leading from his small room to the left. "Thank you," Andromeda said as she led Harry past his desk and toward the room in question. In a sudden rush of chivalry Harry moved in front of the three women and held the door to the office open for them. "Why thank you," Andy said as she bent down and gave the boy's cheek a kiss, causing him to stiffen at the touch. "We'll make a man of you yet," she said with a wink as she walked in after her sisters.

Harry blushed at all the ways that last sentence could be taken as he walked through the door into the office. Once again, he could swear he heard someone mutter 'Lucky bastard' behind his back. This office was much like Mr. Riteup's only without a filing cabinet and a simple 'In' and 'Out' box on the desk. "Welcome, welcome," a man said as he stood up and smiled at the group. "Please, allow me to draw you up some chairs," he said kindly as he flicked his wand and conjured up several simple hard backed chairs to compensate since he only had the one across his desk. "I'm Howard Kin, how can I help you today," he introduced himself as they each took a seat.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Kin. I'm Harry Potter and... um," he blushed, "these are my betrothed, betrotheds?, betrothed Andromeda, Bellatrix and Narcissa Black," the young wizard said feeling quite proud of his introduction. "An Auror I met today said that I should come here and apparently check my Lineage."

"He'll also be claiming any titles that are available for him," Bellatrix said helpfully as she leaned forward in her seat to better pay attention to what was going on.

The man looked over at Harry and blinked as if surprised that he didn't already know. "I apologize, I thought you would have already known," the man said before he tapped his wand against his 'In' box and a thick folder appeared. Opening it quickly he began to read through it quickly. "Harry James Potter, the only child of James Charlus and Lily Marie Potter was to take over the title of Lord Peverell at the age of eleven should anything have happened to his parents before then," Mr. Kin said looking up at Harry. "Now, as I understand you grew up in the home of your mother's muggle relatives but I would have thought whoever took you Diagon Alley for your first year would have brought to see my predecessor, Mr. Clan."

"No, Hagrid was sort of forgetful," Harry said. "He forgot to tell me how to get on Platform 9 & 3/4 too."

"Ah, well, nothing against Mr. Hagrid but I would have thought Dumbledore would have sent someone who could, how should I say it, fit in better than a bodyguard," Mr. Kin said with a frown. "Well, here we go," he said tapping his wand to the 'In' box once more and causing a jet black jewellery box to appear. "The Lord's Ring for the line of Peverell," the man said as he slid it across the desk. "Now let's see what exactly we're looking at here in way of your lineage shall we."

As it turned out, Harry had a rather interesting pedigree. His family was first traced back through the Potters and then into the Peverell's where he learned he was the many times descendant of a man named Ignotus Peverell who lived in the early 1200s. According to Mr. Kin Ignotus and his two brothers history described as rather dark and the original owners of something called the Deathly Hallows, which perked Bellatrix up who had seemed ready to start dozing off at any minute. Further back was William Peverell born in 1040, the bastard son and favored knight of William the Conqueror.

"Aha," Harry said grinning from ear to ear and pulling everyone's attention to him. "Sorry, I was just, uh, I was just thinking about what Narcissa said about the Malfoys earlier in the hall. The Malfoys only came to England as soldiers in my ancestor's army," he said smugly. "Wait until I can rub that in Draco's face," he said evilly.

"Yes, well," Mr. Kin said with a cough. "It keeps going back," he said with a smile. In truth, he rather hoped that Lord Peverell did rub his families history into Mr. Malfoy's smug face. "Before William stormed from Normandy, he was a Duke there and we can trace him back to his Norse ancestor, commonly known as Rollo, but more accurately named Ganger Hrolfr or Hrolfr, the Walker because he was so massive that no horse could carry him born in 846, conqueror of Neustria which he renamed Normandy. Many scholars now believe that Hrolfr was a half giant son of Rognvald Eysteinsson, Earl of More in Western Norway and called Rognvald the Wise. Rognvald himself was the great-grandson of the famous a man who we only know of by legend and songs Halfdan the Old."

"Morgana's tits," Narcissa swore as Mr. Kin moved the heaving stack of documents from one side of the folder to the other. "If that's the Potter line, what else is all of that?"

"Ah, this would be Lord Peverell's mother's side," Mr. Kin said tiredly. Reading all that history was starting to get to him if he was honest. "Let me cut through it, and get to the end, shall I," he asked as he flicked through the paper's calmly before reaching the end and going pale. "Um, yes, it, it says here your mother's family was progressively tracked back to the Knight Ywain... son of King Urien of Gore and... Morgan le Fey," he said in a cold whisper as he looked up at the boy. "Morgan was the half-sister of King Arthur born to his mother Igraine and her first husband Gorlois, Duke of Cornwall. They date back to the fifth century," he said in shakily.

"Wow," Harry said completely missing the stunned expressions on the faces of those around him. "So do I get anything from my mother's side of the family," he asked excitedly.

Numb, Mr. Kin moved his wand to tap the 'In' box once again. It took longer this time, but another ring box appeared, this one designed to look like an apple. Slowly he slid it over to Harry to eagerly took it along with the jet black box. "So, do I open these now," Harry asked and watched as the man nodded. Eagerly he picked up the black box and opened it.

A jet black ring with a black diamond set into the mouth of an ivory carved skull. Across the top of the diamond was an inlay of ivory showing a triangle with a circle inside and a line bisecting it. Carefully the young wizard removed it from its box and slid it on his right forefinger where the thing glowed brightly before shrinking to fit his finger. At once dark aura began to bleed off the stone, and encompass the youth's hand before it moved up his arm and across his chest before encompassing his whole body. "Huh, kind of tingles," Harry said before he winced. "Okay, starting to hurt," he groaned as he fell out of his chair to his hands and knees.

The other four people in the room stood up as they watched the boy writhe on the ground in pain. Then, as though someone was inflating him he began to grow. Unseen by them the scars from his cousin Dudley healed, as did the circular wound from the basilisk bite from only a few months before. His scar bubbled and boiled, dripping black sludge on the ground before with a scream of pain a black cloud enveloped the Boy-Who-Lived. Mr. Kin released a girlish scream as the visage of a screaming Tom Riddle appeared amidst the smoke before some unseen force seemed to banish it way.

Andromeda moved first, rushing to the boy's aid as the smoke disappeared. While she hadn't been so hands on as her sisters, she instantly noticed that the thirteen year old boy had grown from the size of a boy nearly two years his younger to a young man who appeared to have aged to at least fourteen if not fifteen years old. His body was tight, stretched over muscle that hadn't been there before giving him a swimmer or runner's physic. Most interesting though was the fact his lightning shaped scar had faded to nothing more than a tan strip of flesh and he kept blinking his green eyes in confusion. "Can someone hand me my glasses," he asked tiredly.

"Harry, dear, you're wearing them," Narcissa said softly as she moved to squat down next to her sister and future husband. Gently she reached out and took the bottle-shaped glasses from his face and he looked at her with bright green eyes. "Can you see me now?"

"Yeah, I can," he said excitedly before he looked up at Andromeda. "Wow, I thought you were all pretty before, but your gorgeous," he said before realizing what he said and blushed. Extracting himself from Andromeda's grip he stood, shakily to his feet. "Alright, does anyone know what just happened?" He looked around and saw everyone shake their heads in silence. "Oh, well then, on to the next one," he said with a grin as he popped open the apple-shaped box before anyone could stop him and slid the ring on his left forefinger.

"Wait," Bellatrix said trying to reach him as she saw the glimmering silver ring, beset with tiny amber stones that swirled around like a maelström. Harry looked at the eldest Black sister curiously, before his young body began to emit a white light that seemed to come from inside of his body. The others had to look away as the light grew in intensity.

The young wizard didn't scream this time as he felt something snap inside his chest. What felt like a roaring ocean suddenly swarmed throughout his body, nearly knocking him off his feet again as he felt it swell from his chest and through every part of his body, pouring into every cell and through every artery, vein and capillary in his body. As the light died down, Harry blinked as he looked at himself, but unlike with the other ring he didn't see anything different. "Well, nuts. Hey, Mr. Kin is there anyway to find out what these rings did to me?"

The named man finally turned around to see what in Merlin's name had happened only to see the same boy who had emerged from the black cloud staring at him in confusion. His mind finally registered the question and he shook his head. "Um, what just happened? Do you feel anything different?"

"Well, I felt a snap," Harry admitted. "It came from inside my chest and suddenly it felt like there was this whole ocean inside of me! But I don't think anything happened physically."

"Tell me, Lord Peverell," Mr. Kin said hesitantly. "Did you ever go to St. Mungo's after you returned to the wizarding world? Did you get your vaccinations for wizarding ailments like Dragon Pox or anything," he asked. When Harry shook his head the man sighed tiredly. "Another thing Mr. Hagrid forgot to do perhaps. Many children have blocks put on their magic when they reach a certain age where accidental magic becomes more common, especially if the children are expected to have lives around muggles. It's possible your parents put a similar block on your magic and no one knew to look for it."

"Well, that explains why I've had difficulty in classes since I got to school," Harry said with a frown. "What about the Peverell ring? Do you know what that did?"

"I think I can answer that," Narcissa said primly with a smirk at her sisters. "A few months ago you received a bite from a basilisk, right," she asked. Harry nodded. "The only cure for that is phoenix tears, which if rumor holds you had a phoenix with you, Dumbledore's familiar." Again Harry agreed. "I would assume then that the ring found those two substances in your body, and probably any giant blood remaining from Hroflr and used those to heal your body. The phoenix tears simply helped heal you while the other two fixed you up so you weren't shredded to pieces as your bones and muscles grew."

Harry thought for a moment before shrugging. "While I'm not sure if all that is true or not, it is a sound theory," he said with a smile. "Okay, are we all done here," he asked looking at Mr. Kin who nodded, swallowing thickly. "Great, we should probably be going to get something eat. I'm starving, and I want to check my stuff. I'm not worried about Tom, but the Leaky Cauldron is a bit of a shady place."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Harry," Bellatrix said with a smile as she moved to put her arm around the boy. "You'll be moving in with us for the rest of the summer," she said as her mind began to scheme. "We have lots to do before the wedding next summer, and we still need to make arrangements for us to stay at Hogwarts with you for the year."

"N, next, next summer," Harry stuttered. "I thought I had until I was seventeen!"

"Nope," Bella said with a cackle as she began to pull Harry out of the office. "Don't worry about that yet Harry, we have so much we have to do. You've grown, so we'll need to go shopping," she said, earning a mad giggle from Narcissa. "We'll also be looking over your grades," she continued, making Harry gulp, "we might have to marry you, but I'll be damned if I'm marrying another idiot like Rudolphus."

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