These are just a few independent short stories, based on some ideas that came to me while writing the main story. As you might expect they mostly involve the three sisters causing mischief and are not meant to be serious stories. They are independent from each other, so it is not necessary to read them in any specific order.

Harry Potter belongs to JKR.

Harry Potter and the Daughters of Fate – Additional Stories

- # 1 The Master of Magic -

…Luck had already snapped her fingers. "What have you done?"

Luck stepped a little bit closer to him, before she smirked. "It's a surprise, Master." Then she leaned forward and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.

Suddenly, Harry felt magic course through him like he never had before, as if his magical reserves had been increased tenfold. He gasped, trying to control whatever was happening. All the while, Luck kept a firm grip on his arm, while both Time and Death simply watched in amusement. After a few minutes, Harry magic calmed down again, but it still felt like there was much more of it now.

"What did you do?" Harry asked, once he was able to speak again.

"Nothing much, Master." Luck shrugged. "Just made it so that by defeating Voldemort you invoked an obscure magical reaction that gave all his magical power and that of his minions to you. Oh, and I think the same is true for possessions."

Harry blinked at her. "You said yourself before that I didn't really want power."

Luck nodded. "Then why would you give me more and more of it?"

"Where would power be better placed than with someone who doesn't really want it, Master?" Luck asked innocently.

"She has a point, Master." Death agreed.

Harry hid his face in his hands in exasperation. He kept his eyes shut for a few seconds, before he opened them again. "Alright. Just to be safe, on a scale from Malfoy to Merlin, how powerful am I exactly? I don't want to cast a wingardium leviosa and accidentally blow up the atrium."

"Very wise, Master." Death nodded, before she and Luck turned to Time, whose expression had clouded over a little.

She took a few moments, before she focused on Harry. "Master, your scale is a little un-handy for exact computation, but with an error of .000001 Merlin, I would estimate your power is around 12.551684 Merlin, or if you prefer 12 Merlin and 732.256 Malfoy."

Harry blinked at her slowly and Time shrugged, her face becoming a little red. "I like numbers."

"Are you trying to tell me I'm as powerful as Merlin?"

Time shook her head. "Thank… Merlin."

"I'm saying you are about twelve and a half times as powerful as Merlin, Master." Time clarified.

Death frowned. "Are you sure your calculation is correct, sister?" Time looked at Death incredulously, making Death raise both her hands in a placating gesture. "I just mean, if you are correct, how come she isn't here yet?"

"Who?" Harry asked uncomfortably.

Before any of his new companions could answer, there was a flash of light, and a new girl appeared right in front of him. This one had blonde hair and two differently coloured eyes, one green, one blue. She bowed to him. "Master, thank you for claiming me. I am Magic, your humble servant."

As Harry fell to his knees, crying desperately, Magic shot a confused glance to the three other Concepts standing around her new Master. She had served a good number of Masters throughout history, but this had never happened before. Time, Death and Luck shrugged in response. They would fill her in later.

- #2 Convincing Hermione -

"Hermione will tear my head off." Harry said, while sitting at home and waiting for Hermione to arrive. He had finally decided to tell her the truth about his new companions.

"Why would she do that, Master?" Time asked confusedly.

"She is against slavery – me too, now that I think about it – and with you calling me Master and everything…" Harry trailed off.

"Do you think it would help her understand if she could experience first hand how great it is to serve you, Master?" Luck asked innocently.

"No!" Harry quickly shot that idea down. "Absolutely not! You won't do anything to convince Hermione in any way, do you understand, Luck?"

Luck raised her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, Master. Geez. It was just an idea."

"Promise you won't do anything." Harry knew better than to risk Luck doing things her way.

She looked a little hurt, but under Harry's continued frown she sighed and gave in. "I promise, Master. I promise."

That moment, the doorbell rang. Harry went to let Hermione in, who greeted him with a hug. After a few minutes of small talk, Harry went on to introduce Time, Death and Luck to her.

"You see, they are kind of… well… my servants. They enjoy calling me Master for some reason. I promise I don't make them do anything they don't want."

Hermione frowned. "So you are telling me you are the Master of Time, Death and Luck?"

"Yes." Harry answered, scratching his head.

All of a sudden, he found himself tackled into the couch he was sitting on, with Hermione hugging the stuffing out of him. "That's great Harry. So this is how you defeated Voldemort." Harry nodded, too confused to speak. "I waited so long to find another one." Hermione stated mysteriously.

She let go of him and sat back on the arm chair she previously occupied. When Harry looked at her confusedly, she smiled. "It's so nice of you to take them in, Harry."

"You… are not mad that they behave like servants?"

"Nope." Hermione grinned. "Look. Booksmarts, Booksmarts, where are you?"

Suddenly, a girl their age materialised behind Hermione. "You called me, Mistress?"

"Yes, I did. This is Harry, and these are Time, Death and Luck. Harry, this is Booksmarts. I'm her Mistress."

Harry blinked. And then he blinked again. That was… unexpected.

TIME SKIP

After Hermione and Booksmarts had left, Harry and his companions started cleaning up. "Sooo…" Harry started, and all three girls turned to him, "Booksmarts?"

"Yes, Master."

"She is an actual Concept?"

"Yes, Master."

"But, I mean… what would her family tree even look like?" Harry was honestly curious. "What generation would she be?"

"Well, Master," Time started, "we kind of stop counting after the third generation. So let's just say she is not third generation. It is considered impolite to investigate lower than that."

"You have rules of politeness?" Harry asked, not sure why he was surprised.

"Yes, of course, Master." All three girls confirmed.

"Still," Harry muttered, "I have to remember to ask Hermione who Booksmarts' parents are, next time."

- #3 Concepts in Hogwarts -

"Welcome back for the new school year." Albus let his eyes wander over the crowd of students. It had been an eventful summer after Voldermort's rather sudden demise, but now he was back to doing what he loved the most. "There will be a few announcements. First of all the forbidden forest is forbidden." He felt someone tip his shoulder and turned around to see Minerva holding out a roll of parchment for him. "A moment please." He said to the students, while he quickly unrolled the parchment. He cleared his throat, before reading out loud. "It says here, the forbidden forest is even more forbidden this year, than it was before. Students are advised to avoid entering it at all costs. The newest denizen of the forest, Madam Umbridge, is a very dangero… Minerva, I think this is the wrong scroll."

Minerva opened a bag, and a look of embarrassment flashed over her face. "Right, Albus, sorry." She held out another scroll and took back the first.

Albus cleared his throat again. "Students are also advised to take note of the list of items forbidden in Hogwarts. The full list can be seen in Mr Filch's office. This year for your convenience, we added wands, cauldrons and books… Minerva, I don't think this is the right one either."

"Oh. I don't know how that happened." She opened the bag again, and picked up a third scroll.

"Are you sure this is the right one?" Albus asked urgently.

Minerva nodded confidently, so Albus turned around and once more cleared his throat. "This year, we welcome a new club in Hogwarts. In the newly founded 'Ferret Club', students can learn about proper care and feeding of Ferrets, as well as receive lectures on the life as a Ferret from someone who has first hand experience. Interested students should please see Mr Malfoy, the club president…" Albus blinked a few times, before he turned back to Minerva.

"Minerva, is it possible that you brought the bag with the prank announcements that the teachers write up for me every year at my birthday, rather than the bag with the actual announcements?" He whispered.

WITH HARRY

Down at the Gryffindor table, Harry turned towards Luck and frowned at her, while Time and Death were busy giggling. Luck shrugged and grinned. "Master said he wanted to have a funny school year."

AT THE HEAD TABLE

A few minutes later, the hall quieted down again, as Dumbledore stepped to the podium once more. "Now that I have my actual announcements, we can proceed. First of all, the forbidden forest is still forbidden. Let me make it clear, that it is just as forbidden as in the previous years, and not any more or less forbidden than before. Furthermore, the list of forbidden items now includes the entire stock of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Wands, Cauldrons and Books however are still very much allowed in Hogwarts. Finally, we are glad to welcome Harry Potter back to Hogwarts, after his extensive travelling outside of the country during the summer." There was thundering applause, and Harry wished he could just vanish.

"Yes, yes, I know you all appreciate his sacrifices. Well, two things are special about Mr Potter's return that I need to point out. First, while Mr Potter will of course remain a member of Gryffindor House, the continuing demand on his time from many different parties makes it necessary to change his sleeping arrangements. We want the smallest possible inconvenience for both him, and his house mates, and so he will no longer sleep in the Gryffindor dorms, but be given one of the foreign student apartments. Secondly, Mr Potter made friends during his travels and three of them decided to follow him here. As they are too old to be sorted, they will join Gryffindor at their own request. As the foreign student apartments were meant to house a delegation of students at the same time, Mr Potter's three friends requested to house with him. Please welcome Miss Anna Chronia," Time stood up and bowed to her fellow students, "Miss Thana Toss" Death stood up and waved, "and Miss Fortuna Fish" Luck stood up, but instead of bowing or waving, she raised his hand as if she was in class.

"Yes, Miss Fish?" The headmaster asked a second later.

"I just wanted to clarify that my name is a double name. It's For Tuna Fish. I thought that would have been obvious." She pointed at her pink cat ears.

"Erm… yes, right. Miss For Tuna Fish. Apologies." The headmaster agreed, reading the scroll of names again. "Do you go by the name 'For' or by the name 'Tuna'?" He asked, sounding honestly curious and not for the first time since Time, Death and Luck had joined him Harry started wondering what was wrong with the world.

"Oh, no, I use both names, so it sounds like Fortuna. I just wanted to clear this up in case anyone is trying to write me a letter or something. It wouldn't do to get the address wrong, after all." Luck answered happily, and Harry hit his head on the table.

"Yes…" The headmaster agreed. "Makes sense." He paused for a moment, obviously having to collect himself. "Ah… well. If there is nothing else, then now we sing the school hymn."

- #4 Luck and Love -

"Do you see how Master is staring at the red headed girl?" Luck asked her sisters excitedly.

Time and Death nodded. "Though I thought he liked his friend Hermione. He always seems so happy and content when she's around." Death pointed out.

"Maybe he likes both of them and cannot decide?" Time ventured.

"Or maybe he likes both of them and doesn't want to decide." Luck suggested.

Death and Time turned and frowned at their baby sister. "Luck, whatever you are planning, you know that Master will not just let you give him two girlfriends, don't you?"

"But some Luck in love never hurt anyone." Luck argued.

"I know this might sound counter intuitive, but don't you think luck in love is more… Love's speciality?"

"Yeah, probably, but she makes for boring luck in love. I can provide interesting luck in love."

"As far as I understand it, people usually do not particularly care if their luck is of the boring kind." Time explained.

"Yeah, but those people are not Master. I'm sure Master will appreciate it. Don't you want Master to be happy?"

Time and Death considered their sister's words. They did want their Master to be happy. And he had not particularly forbidden them to help kick start his love life. The two older sisters looked at each other, before both nodded and turned back to Luck. "Alright, sis, what's the plan?"

TIME SKIP

After a long day of classes, and a conspicuous absence of all three of his charges, Harry stepped out of the castle and walked down towards the lake to meet Ron. He was framed by Ginny walking on his left side, and Hermione walking on his right. Days in Hogwarts had been busy, but peaceful, and so Harry did not have his guard up when heard a shout behind him.

"Take this, Potter." Harry, Ginny and Hermione spun around to see Malfoy hurl something in their direction. There was a flash of light, so bright that all three had to close their eyes.

When they opened them again, instead of Hogwarts and the surrounding lands, they found themselves on a miles wide white beach, with crystal blue waves rolling up to their feet every few seconds. As he felt the water between his toes, Harry looked down and noticed that he was wearing only boxer shorts.

"What the hell was that?" Ginny was the first to break the silence. Harry turned towards her, but then quickly turned away again, his face red. Ginny's clothes had turned into a very nice looking bikini and Harry was not used to seeing girls in anything but Hogwarts robes. At least not girls he knew personally.

"What's with our clothes?" Hermione asked. Harry shot her a tentative look, but quickly turned away from her as well. Not, however, without first noting that her newly acquired bikini fit her very well.

After a few seconds, Ginny frowned. "So, as a revenge for offing Voldemort, Malfoy decided to make us holiday at a tropical beach?" She asked tentatively.

"Seems to be a weird revenge strategy." Hermione agreed.

Harry had a weird feeling about this. "Do you have your wands?"

"Harry, look at me." Ginny said incredulously.

"I'd rather not." Harry tried, but Ginny grabbed his head and forced him to look at her.

"Where do you think I could carry my wand?"

Harry gulped, his face turning hotter. "Good point."

Ginny grinned. "Like what you see though, don't you?"

Coughing hard, Harry turned away, only to be confronted with the full view of Hermione. His best friend smiled at him, but Harry still decided to turn into a third, safer direction. "What do we do now?" He didn't particularly want to call on Time, Death or Luck while the two girls were around.

"Well, if Malfoy wanted us to take a vacation so badly, I say for once we follow his advice." Ginny suggested playfully.

Harry turned back towards Hermione, hoping for a more serious suggestion, but Hermione had flopped down on the sand, seeming to enjoy the sun and the sound of the ocean. "I second Ginny's idea."

"Isn't it dangerous to just sit here? Where do we sleep tonight, and what if there are dangerous animals on the island?"

Hermione looked up at him confusedly. "I thought we could sleep in this big manor over there." She pointed in the direction away from the ocean, where Harry hadn't looked yet. Harry followed her gesture and saw a large manor-like beach house a little more than quarter of a mile away. It was built into a cliff that separated the beach from the island beyond. There was a waterfall with a small lake right beside it.

"And this sign over here says that the island is totally safe." Ginny added.

Harry turned around and saw an old looking wooden sign. "Careful: Island totally safe."

He blinked a few times, but then he shrugged. Being the Master of Time, Death and Luck meant that he was not taking danger as serious as he used to, so he decided to go with the girls' plans for now. "Alright, but let us check out the manor first, please."

"Alright." Hermione stood up again and bowed down to get rid of the sand on her legs, affording Harry a great view of her body. Again, Harry quickly turned away from her.

Five minutes later they stood in front of the large manor. There was an envelope stuck to the gate leading into the front garden of the house. Hermione quickly took the envelope off the door, opened it and started reading. "Dear Reader, I find myself in need to sell the island, including the manor. It is just too safe and beautiful for me. The price is one Galleon. Included in that is the island, the manor and a life time of magical resupply of the manors food and drink resources. I made the contract with the magical supermarket three islands to the east, and they wouldn't allow me to change the place of delivery, so it is included now. If you want to buy the island, please drop the Galleon into the envelope and throw it into the air. Be warned however, it the island is very safe and beautiful."

"Well, do any of you have a Galleon?" Ginny asked.

"Nope." Hermione said, pointing once more to her attire.

"I don't usually carry them at all." Harry answered.

"But you are the only one who has any pockets left in their attire. Check, maybe you had one in your trousers by accident and it survived the transformation."

Not seeing the point, but not wanting to deny Hermione such an easy request either, Harry put his hands into his pockets. He was surprised when his fingers touched something round and metallic. He pulled his hands out again, and indeed, between his right index finger and thumb he held a Galleon. That was convenient.

Before he could say anything, Hermione snatched it out of his hands, and dropped it into the envelope. Then she threw the envelope up into the air, where, to their surprise, it was snatched up by a large white albatross, who immediately flew out towards the sea.

"That was new." Ginny commented.

Hermione nodded. "Let's check out the house."

Harry knew he had a certain trio of sisters to talk to, so he excused himself. "You start on that, I just want to look around to make sure it is safe." Both girls looked a little disappointed, but nodded, opened the gate and ran through the front garden towards the house.

Harry walked a little while, before he knew he was out of view. "Time, Death, Luck?"

All three appeared before him immediately. "Yes, Master?"

"What is going on here?"

"Draco Malfoy attacked you and sent you here with a specially made portkey." Death recounted.

"So Draco Malfoy wanted me to be alone with two of the most beautiful girls in Hogwarts, on a tropical island, which I could buy for one galleon, including a large manor home."

Time and Death shuffled their feet a little, looking towards Luck nervously. Harry turned towards the youngest sister. "Did you have anything to do with this, Luck?"

Luck stared back at him with an unreadable expression. "Are you saying you feel lucky to be stuck on this island, only with Ginny and Hermione, who only have bikinis to wear?"

"No." Harry quickly said.

"Well, if I had something to do with this, don't you think you would have ended up feeling lucky?" Luck asked pointedly.

Harry frowned at her. "Come on, Luck. We both know you did something."

After a moment, Luck cracked. "Alright, Master. We may have changed the destination of the portkey slightly."

Harry raised his eyebrows, silently demanding more explanation. "He wanted to send you to the top of some high mountain." Luck confessed.

"Hence why the bikinis and boxer shorts. That was actually part of Malfoy's plan." Time supplied.

"We might also have made the island more agreeable with human life." Death added a short while later.

"Did we do wrong, Master?" All three asked at the same time.

Harry always failed to stay mad at them. "No, it's fine. It is a nice island. But now I need you to get us back to Hogwarts."

To his surprise, the three sisters shook their heads, all with sad expressions on their faces. "Sorry, Master, but you strictly ordered us not to make your life too easy, even if you requested it. Taking you back to Hogwarts would be making your life easy."

"You put a large manor on the island which has its stock of food and drink resupplied every week and I assume it was you who put that sign on the beach, saying the island is safe. That's not making my life too easy?"

"No, Master. You still are basically stuck in a place where you didn't want to go and we also made sure that during your stay you have only shorts to wear and Hermione and Ginny only bikinis. So Mr Malfoy's original idea still came to fruition."

"Aha." Harry said, unconvinced. "Still I need you to take us back. Hermione will have a fit because she's missing classes, and I'm sure Ron is worried for Ginny."

"No can do, Master." Time said. "Your own orders, I'm very sorry." Somehow though, she didn't look it.

"Alright, I remember my orders, but this is a special circumstance."

"You said to ignore you if you said that, Master." Death reminded him.

"Argh. I know. I know I said that. But I can really not stay on this island, living in the same house with Ginny and Hermione who only wear bikinis all day."

"We are really sorry, Master." Time repeated. "But we would be going against some of your very first orders if we helped you get off the island."

Harry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Alright, alright. Just tell me how long until they find us."

"Oh, don't worry Master, they are on it already. Though, I guess they will first try to find you on the top of that mountain Mr Malfoy wanted to send you to. And… uhhh…" Death broke of nervously.

"What?" Harry asked sharply.

"Well, for the island to be completely safe, it had to be warded against all outside threats as well. So it might take a little while for them to find you here." Time continued for her sister.

"How long?" Harry asked.

"Half a year?" Luck ventured. "Maybe a little longer?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at the three sisters. "Alright. We all know you somehow planned this whole venture. And I promised your mother I would get you to stop pulling crazy stunts like this last time she visited. So as your punishment, you will stay here with us."

"As you wish, Master." All three said, bowing.

"As our maids." Harry continued.

The three sisters grinned at each other, and then snapped their fingers, changing their attire into maid uniforms. Harry mentally noted that making them maids was obviously not a good punishment for future transgressions.

"Yes, Master."

"Alright, you can start by going to the manor and preparing three bedrooms. Well, and your own quarters afterwards."

"Uh… Master?" Luck asked carefully.

"Yes?"

"There is only one bedroom."

Harry stopped, closed his eyes, and slowly rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand. That plot twist should have been painfully foreseeable.

TIME SKIP

The Order of the Phoenix found the island half a year later. By that time, Harry had told Hermione and Ginny all about his three charges. The two had swiftly decided that he needed at least two girlfriends if he wanted to keep track of Time, Death and Luck at the same time. When the order arrived, the teens had just started their day of enjoying the beach without any attire, which made for quite an awkward moment when the order arrived.

Fifteen minutes later, the teens re-emerged from the large manor house, as fully dressed as the island allowed them. However, Hermione explained that they weren't coming back just yet. After all, they had already missed half a year of schooling and so there was no point in going back to Hogwarts this year, she argued. They would return to Hogwarts on the first of September, to repeat their current school year. Harry and Ginny happily agreed with their third lover. Somewhere inside the manor, three maids high fived each other.

At the end of an enjoyable day, the order left the island without the three teens. For some reason, Tonks had decided to stay behind as well. As soon as the order had left, Tonks clothes somehow transformed into a bikini, and magically, a third set of bikinis appeared in one of the cupboards of the manor. When Harry arrived back at the manor, he shot a glare towards the three sisters, who just smiled back at him innocently.

That night, when the humans had gone to bed, with the new girl deciding to sleep in her Master's room as well, Luck turned towards her sisters. "See, I told you this was a great idea."

"How long do you think until Master let's us use more of our powers again?" Time asked, though there was no regret in her voice.

"I think it might be a while." Death said.

"Worth it though." Luck stated.

"Definitely." Her sisters agreed.

After a moment of silence, Time turned towards her youngest sister. "Why didn't you tell us about the third one?"

"Um…" Luck seemed nervous. "It was a surprise?"

Time narrowed her eyes for a few seconds, but then decided to let it go. Somehow, she was sure all would work out well.

IN ANOTHER PLACE

In a place outside of what humans perceive as the universe, an older woman smiled as she took a sip of red wine from the glass in her hand. Focusing her daughters' efforts on only one subject had been the best idea she had had for a long time. For once in her life, she could fool around with her daughters' plans, instead of the other way around. Three was a much more magical number of girlfriends than two anyway, she thought with a mischievous grin on her face.

With another sip of red wine, she stood up and got back to work. Love had alerted her to her daughters' plans and then helped her toying with them. In exchange, Fate had promised to find her a Master of her own. She idly wondered whether a boy with three girlfriends, who all knew about each other, would qualify as a good Master for Love. She decided to keep that idea in the back of her mind.

- #5 Winning over Ron -

"I can't believe it. This always happens. You get three beautiful servant girls, and I get nothing."

As Ron stormed out of the otherwise empty dorm, Harry groaned and hid his face in his hands. Telling Ron about the three sisters had been a stellar idea, indeed. After a moment, he felt three hands softly patting his back.

"Is he always like this, Master?" Time asked.

"No, he's usually a good friend. It's just… well I guess being the sixth brother is not that easy."

"Well, I can tell you that being the third sister is already no piece of cake." Luck agreed, causing Time and Death to make sounds of protest.

Suddenly, Harry had an idea. A way to end Ron's jealousy once and for all and to do good by his friend at the same time. "Hey, Luck?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Can you maybe do something about this? You know, provide Ron with some luck of his own?"

"I'm afraid there is only one of me and I'm not leaving you, Master." Luck answered with a smirk.

"Good one, Luck, you're getting better." Time complimented.

Harry shot both of them a glare that asked 'Really?', but both just smiled back at him calmly. After another moment, he sighed. "Alright, I guess ran right into that one."

"So you want me to provide your friend with some luck, Master?" Luck asked.

Harry nodded.

"I can do that, Master." Luck said with a smile.

After a moment, Harry added. "Feel free to pull out all the stops, Luck." After all, what were friends for?

"Really, Master?" Luck asked excitedly, and after a confirming nod, Harry found himself tackled onto the bed he had been sitting on, with his arms full of a squealing cat girl. "Thanks, Master, I won't disappoint you." After hugging him for another few seconds, Luck jumped up and vanished, before Harry managed to sit upright again.

"Master?" Time asked.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think it was a good idea to tell her to pull out all the stops?"

"Sure, what's the worst that could happen?"

Harry missed the look Time and Death shared after his question.

TIME SKIP

Nothing happened until dinner the next day. Suddenly, the doors to the entrance hall flew open, and a pudgy, older man walked in, followed by a horde of reporters. "Good evening, everyone. Apologies to barge in while you are enjoying dinner, but I'm sure you all want to witness this historic occasion. Headmaster, you have made the necessary arrangements?" He asked.

"Of course, of course."

"And where can I find Mr Ronald Weasley?"

Ron followed his natural instincts and quickly hid behind Harry, but to no avail, as Dumbledore seemed happy to point him out to everyone.

"Mr Weasley, it is so great to finally meet you. May I be the first to congratulate you?" The man said, coming over to Ron and Harry.

"Congratulate me for what?"

"Why, for being the youngest trainer and owner of a major Quidditch team, of course." The man said.

"I am?" Ron asked confusedly, while the reporters started shooting one picture after another.

"Yes, of course. The previous owner of the team has died a while ago but due to infighting amongst the heirs, the ownership of the team was unclear. But yesterday, we found a letter that was attached to the original will, leaving everything to do with the team to you."

"What team?" Ron asked, starting to sound more eager.

"The Chudley Cannons. Though thanks to a sudden and unexpected influx of cash, they were able to upgrade their roster a little bit." The man said in a celebratory voice, before he stepped to the side, and more people came through the door. Harry easily recognised Oliver Wood, who he heard had been playing for Puddlemere before. And, wait, was that Gwennog Jones in the middle? And she was not the only player from Holyhead to be in attendance. Harry thought he recognised the petite young woman standing behind Jones as the Harpies' previous seeker.

"I… I own the Chudley Cannons?" Ron asked, not believing his luck.

"Yes, Sir. Now, arrangements have been made for the team and staff to live at Hogwarts with you, so you do not have to neglect your studies while taking care of the coaching. A second Qudditch pitch has been build, for the training needs of the team. All other things you can discuss directly with the newly named captain, Miss Jones, I trust." At that, Ron looked over to Gwennog Jones who nodded and give him a broad smile.

Ok, Harry admitted to himself while the man and the reporters were leaving, maybe Luck did go a bit overboard, but this isn't too bad. Just as he thought that, the man continued.

"There is another matter to discuss, Sir. You see, when we found that your inheritance had previously been ignored, we asked the Goblins to dig a little deeper in case anything else had been overlooked. And indeed, it seems your ownership of the Cannons was not the only thing. We also believe that you are the rightful King of the Veela community on the Isle of Man."

"Wha…?" Ron asked, obviously not following anymore.

"For your convenience the ten members of the Veela High Council have decided to accompany us here today, to verify our suspicion."

Again the man stepped aside, and into the hall came ten beautiful women of different ages, the youngest around Fleur's age, Harry wagered, while the oldest could have been Fleur's mother. The eyes of many boys in the hall glazed over, but to Harry's surprise Ron was unaffected.

Ron was obviously still trying to collect himself, while the Veela formed a circle around him and started chanting in a strange language. They chanted for ten seconds, before a golden glow started surrounding Ron. The glow got stronger and stronger, until it flashed once and then died down. The oldest of the Veela stepped forward towards Harry's best friend and bowed, while the others bowed as well, but remained in their spots.

"Your Majesty, it is truly great news that we finally found you."

"Err…." Ron answered intelligently. Though Harry could not blame him for his lack of words in this particular situation.

The older Veela smiled, and continued talking. "Your Majesty, there are a few things that we should discuss immediately, if I may. First of all, let me again introduce the High Council. We exist to govern the Veela community while we had no King. You may retain us as advisors, or you may dissolve the council if you wish. That is not a decision you have to make right now, though. I am Alveera, the Chancellor of the Council."

Ron nodded numbly and the Veela smiled and bowed again.

"There are a few more of us I have to introduce to you." Next three women came into the hall, all around the age of twenty, Harry would guess, though with the Veela it was hard to pinpoint. The remarkable thing about those three women was that they overshadowed anyone else in the hall in terms of beauty and grace. And with ten Veela already in attendance, that was saying something. "These three are the current Princesses of our Community. Traditionally they will be members of your harem." The Chancellor explained.

"Uh… Harem?" Ron asked, his voice sounding dazed.

The three 'Princesses' stepped in front of Ron and bowed. "Your Majesty, it will be an honour to be a member of your harem." One said. "I'm looking forward to my life as one of your wives, your Majesty." Said the second. The third simply smiled happily at Ron.

Ron looked like he was only a few steps from fainting, but it seemed at least one thing got through to him. "But… if they are my wives…" He started haltingly "… then what about Hermione?"

"Your soul-mate?" The Chancellor asked, and Harry had to resist the urge to facepalm at her words. "Do not worry, we have already talked to her. She was inducted into our community earlier today and will of course be your head wife."

"Huh?" Ron asked and it seemed he had once more lost the ability to form words. The Chancellor smiled and pointed towards the door of the hall. In came seven women. The one in the middle and slightly in front of the others dwarfed even the three 'Princesses' with her beauty. She was younger than them, maybe even Harry's and Ron's own age and her hair while looking perfect, was slightly darker than that of the average Veela in the room. Her face looked oddly familiar to Harry. Then it dawned on him. "Hermione?" Ron shouted what Harry thought.

Hermione nodded and stepped closer to Ron than any of the others had, pulling him into a soft kiss. "I always knew you had it in you." She said, once she stepped away again. "My harem sisters and I very much look forward to tonight." She had a slight grin on her face. "Our servants," she waved towards the six women who had accompanied her on her way in and now all bowed deeply "have already prepared the master bedroom of the Royal Suite for our use."

Harry wasn't sure if he was more shocked about Hermione's new looks, the fact that she was alright with Ron having a harem and she being a member of it or that she so happily called people her servants. The youngest of the six servants made a step forward and bowed again. "I am Ianna, the head maid of your castle, your Majesty. Or do you prefer Master as your wife prefers Mistress?" That last remark actually made Harry mouth fall open.

Ron gulped and scratched his head. "Uh… whatever Hermione thinks, I guess." He answered.

"Very well then, Master." The woman smiled and bowed again. "Please do not hesitate to call on any of us should you need something. Of course your staff in the castle back home is vastly larger than just us six, but we thought bringing a smaller number would make it easier to blend in. It is an honour to serve you, my Master."

Somehow Harry didn't think their plan to 'blend in' would work very well, seeing that several of the boys in the hall had already lost consciousness in the presence of so many Veela.

The Chancellor once more started talking. "There is one more thing to discuss, your Majesty. The manager of the Cannons suggested that some of your subjects could form a cheerleading team for the Cannons. Of course, back home many would like to sign up for such an opportunity to work for you directly, but I wanted to clear it with you first." Ron looked to Hermione, who nodded. "Fine, I think." He answered.

"Very well." The Chancellor said with a smile. "That is all I needed to discuss for now. Tomorrow we will start teaching you about the state of our community and your rights and responsibilities as our King. I hope you enjoy the night with your wives." As if on cue, Hermione and all three 'Princesses' gave Ron part dazzling, part loving and part seductive smiles, while all others started to leave the hall.

"Wait, what about Quidditch?" Ron suddenly asked.

Gwennog Jones turned around. "We can discuss everything tomorrow, King Ron. I would not want to take any of your time this evening." She said with a sly smile, before bowing and then continuing to leave the hall.

When everyone but Hermione and the three Veela 'Princesses' were gone, the headmaster cleared his throat. "Yes, very well done your Majesty. May I just say that it is an honour to have you here in Hogwarts with us. I hope you will find the Royal Suite to your liking until the castle's new King Ronald Wing is finished by the start of the next school year. Now I have taken the liberty to have the house elves set up a candle light dinner for your and your wives in your new suite. I hope you will have an enjoyable evening."

With that, Hermione and the three Veela dragged a now completely stunned Ron out of the hall. Harry let his head fall on the table in front of him. After taking a moment to calm down, he turned around to the girl at his side. "Time?"

"Yes, Master?"

"I think I need you to take me back, to fix this."

"Yes, Master." Time agreed.

"Do you think I should just talk to Ron some more about the three of you to try and make him see reason?" Harry asked. It was a plan he had originally discarded, because providing Ron with some luck of his own had seemed that much easier. Now however simply to convince Ron out of his jealousy somehow seemed like the preferable option.

"Well, Master, I am far from an expert in human interaction, but from my unprofessional point of view it seems to me that that is what friends usually do to overcome their problems." Time grinned slightly.

Harry was silent for a few moments, marvelling about how Time's voice could sound so subservient and so wise-arse at the same time.

"Time?"

"Yes, Master?"

"If you could keep yourself from saying I told you so, that would be appreciated." Though Harry was sure she would find another way of reminding him of this particular mistake.

"As you wish, Master."

"And Time?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Next time I am thinking about letting Luck pull out all the stops, please just tell me not to."

"Yes, Master." Time said with a sly smile on her lips. Yes, Harry was sure he would keep hearing about this for a while.

Again, if you read this, I hope you enjoyed it.