AN: A new project! I've been writing on this a ton (eight chapters finished as of right now, after just two weeks!) and I've got a few things I want to clarify beforehand. First, there will be no slash. Second, while there will be nudity, pillow-talk and other scenes commonly associated with smut, there will be no actual smut. And last, don't take the story too seriously. This is just me having some fun. Also, there's announcements at the end of the chapter!

Edit: Shortly after uploading Chapter 4 I got a review that describes the goal of this story better than I managed in above AN: "This story is utterly ridiculous... but also really fun." It might not be the case for everyone, but this is what I hope you will be thinking while reading.

Chapter 1: Lady Gryffindor

Harry Potter woke up to a hurting scar, having dreamt of Voldemort. That was a good sign. However, the dream had been on his mind a lot, so it was not conclusive. He opened his eyes, and found that he was – indeed – in his bedroom at the Dursleys.

A smile bloomed on his face. Hello, 1994.

The moment to travel back to had been the topic of some careful consideration from his side. On one hand, if he went to a later time – say, any time after Voldemort's resurrection – he wouldn't be able to stop the man before he got started, and he would not be able to avoid all deaths, either. On the other hand, if he went to an earlier time, well, he definitely wasn't going to risk fighting a basilisk again, he still wasn't sure how he had possibly survived that. While trying to capture Pettigrew was an option, he did not feel like tangling with dementors again, nor did he want to risk Sirius getting caught by them, and it would also throw off Voldemort's resurrection.

Not to mention he really didn't want to go back to before puberty. He had, after all, discovered that he was the holder of six titles – well, currently five, as Sirius was still alive – and that he was expected, and in fact all but required, to have one wife for each of them. And then there was that… other contract that would have to be handled. Seven wives. He couldn't help but chuckle. If only he'd known that the first time around. Perhaps he wouldn't have been so moody all the time.

So, once he had a general idea of when he wanted to travel to, he needed to pin down the exact time. And it was by far the easiest to travel towards a point he remembered clearly. That had been his first ever dream of Voldemort, only two days before the World Cup – which was quite a good point to start making changes anyway.

Soon after waking up, Harry was confronted by his Uncle Vernon – always such pleasant company – about the letter sent by Mrs Weasley. Not having forgotten his old tricks, Harry didn't budge an inch and eventually brought up Sirius – believed by Vernon to be a mass murderer – to get permission to go to the World Cup. Pigwidgeon appeared soon after, with Ron's enthusiastic, hasty letter on the same topic, and Harry penned the expected replies.

The first day went by quite quickly with Harry spending most of the time going over his plans and writing down the not-yet-invented potion he would have to brew, and so did the next day, during which he packed. Improving on last time, he'd prepared the Dursleys for the Weasley method of traveling – connect the Dursley fireplace to the floo network and enter it – which he had only gotten away with by pointing out that the Dursleys could close the curtains to absolutely ensure no one outside would see anything unnatural.

When the Weasleys showed up, he also picked up the Ton-Tongue Toffee – that was just bullying.

About half an hour after arriving at the Burrow, he told Ron and Hermione he needed to talk to Ginny about something, and after dodging a few questions for the why – it's personal, Harry said – he made his way to her room and knocked.

"Can I come in?"

The silence lasted slightly longer than it should have.

"Sure," Ginny's voice sounded.

Harry entered, noticing she had a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Thank you," he said, closing the door behind him and waving a quick muffliato. He figured it might be needed.

"What's that for?" Ginny asked. "And uh, you're not allowed to do magic."

Harry smiled. "That's a special silencing charm, I don't want to be overheard. And while I might not be allowed to do magic, the Ministry won't know that it's not your parents who did the magic, and what your parents don't know can't hurt them."

"Is… is this about the life debt?" Ginny asked hesitantly, though her voice also betrayed a hint of eagerness.

"It's not," Harry replied. Disappointment flickered over her face. "Or perhaps it is, if you want to. But it's not the reason I want to talk with you."

He sat down next to her on the bed.

"Then what is it?" she asked

"Can you keep a secret, Ginny?"

"Of course."

"You'll have to keep it a secret from everyone. Even your mother, even Ron and Hermione."

She nodded. "I can do that."

Harry smiled. "Just like you kept your nightly broom excursions a secret."

Her mouth dropped open. "How do you know about that?!"

Harry's smile grew. "Thanks to my secret. I'm a time traveler."

"A… a time traveler?" Ginny stuttered.

Harry nodded. "I used a complicated ritual to travel back in time, so I could change what's going to happen in the future. And… I was going to lose my magic if I didn't."

Ginny's jaw dropped again. "Why would that be?"

"We…" Harry hesitated a moment. "I discovered an old marriage contract that had to be fulfilled within about one year's time, but I was already married – almost straight out of school – and the vows I had made didn't allow for a second marriage. I came back yesterday morning."

"You… you were married? To who?"

Harry heard an undertone of hope in her voice. It was her, however for the moment he wasn't going to reveal that.

"That's not important. You know that I am Lord Potter, right?"

She nodded.

"Dumbledore…" Harry sighed. "He had – has – the best intentions, but he made some mistakes. The biggest of them is that he never made sure I learned about Lordships. I knew that I was Lord Potter, of course, I learned that soon enough at Hogwarts, but I didn't know what it meant. And there were more things I didn't know.

"Do you remember, when I saved you from the Chamber, that I had summoned the Sword of Gryffindor from the Hat?"

She nodded.

"Only a direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor can draw the Sword," Harry explained. "As I have done so, I have the right to claim the title of Lord Gryffindor. And you know what that means, right?"

"You need to have two wives."

Harry nodded. "But that's not all. I can explain you everything later, but… I have more titles. Two from defeating Voldemort. Another one by means of heritage that I can prove. And a last one because I've been named Heir to a family. Six in total."

"So… you'll need six wives?"

"Yes. And… remember that marriage contract that had to be fulfilled? That will be another one still – the contract requires that we both keep our current family name."

"Seven wives…" Again, she looked at him with a shimmer of hope. "Is that why you wanted to talk to me?"

Harry nodded, smiling. "You are already a very brave young woman, Ginny, and I have seen so much more from you in the years to come. How would you like to become Lady Gryffindor?"

She squealed and hugged him tight, almost tackling him from her sitting position. Harry just grinned.

"Welcome to the family, Ginny. You're the first, but you won't be the last."

"That's okay," she enthusiastically reassured him.

Harry lifted her back down on the bed and took her head in his hands, then gave her a brief kiss on her lips, which made her blush deeply.

"We're keeping this under wraps for a few days," he told her. "By the end of the week, we'll start telling people that we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

Ginny nodded happily. Harry was about to stand and leave when she spoke again. "Do you already know who the others are going to be?"

"A few," Harry replied. "Three for certain, but I'll have to see at Hogwarts who else might be interested – and available. One of them will be Luna, she's your friend, right?"

A smile broke out on her face. "Then we'll practically be sisters!"

"No telling her yet," Harry said. "I haven't even met her yet, this time around."

Ginny frowned. "Then how do you know she'll accept?"

Harry smirked. "I may not have met her this time around, but I do remember she was interested last time – and I bet most girls like the new me more, anyway. And I couldn't even refuse her if I wanted to – the Lovegoods have an old alliance with one of my titles, and have the right to demand marriage in some cases – and the current situation qualifies. But remember, Ginny – we're keeping it secret for now. Most of what needs to happen, needs to happen at Hogwarts, after all."

"Of course," she replied.

Harry canceled the muffliato and left the room – and a very happy Ginny – behind.

The very next day was already the World Cup, and Harry was firmly convinced that they had had to wake up entirely too early. However, the day then went by quite quickly, with Harry spending most of his time trying to remember what his friends were like at this age, and finding an acceptable balance of how to act, himself. There was no way he could recreate the way he had been at the age of fourteen, but luckily he hadn't seen anyone for a month, so some changes could be excused. Plus perhaps a few more changes after tonight.

He also talked a little more with Ginny, in part because he knew that would make it more believable if they came out as boy- and girlfriend next week, and warned her not to stay with him if something happened. She – of course – accurately guessed that he knew something was going to happen, and he had to reassure her that no one would be harmed, even though it might look bad.

Of course, this time he hadn't been as careless with his wand, and still had it on him when they were woken by Mr Weasley. Very quickly, they made their way outside, and Harry managed to shake off Ron by claiming he wanted to make sure Ginny was alright – and if that made Ron suspicious, well, he'd be proven right before the end of the week anyway.

Harry slipped into the darkness, on his way towards the ruckus, wand in hand. As soon as he noticed the group of Death Eaters, he started firing – disarming hexes, stunners, and a bludgeoning hex sprinkled in every now and then. He knew the Death Eaters wouldn't fire anything dangerous back. Without Voldemort around, they didn't have the spine.

Indeed, they quickly dropped their act, some of them running away, others shielding or even firing a stunner or such back, and the ones that had levitated the muggles dropped them quickly, however not quickly enough that Harry was worried whether they'd survive – again, they just didn't have the spine.

Harry easily dodged the spells coming his way, dropping a Death Eater, then another one. Others began to apparate out. Harry ducked behind a tent for cover, then sent out a few more spells just as aurors appeared.

That was the signal for the rest of the Death Eaters to leave. Harry immediately stepped out of his hiding spot and held his hands up, wand kept loosely between his fingers. Multiple lights sprung to life as the aurors cast vision spells.

"Who are you?" a voice barked.

"Harry James Potter," Harry replied.

Two aurors walked over to him. He recognized Scrimgeour, but not the other one. Scrimgeour held his wand – with a lumos – close to Harry's face, identifying his scar.

"What were you doing here?" Scrimgeour asked him.

"I attacked them," Harry said, nodding to the three Death Eaters still lying prone on the ground. "I couldn't just let them keep going." He hoped he'd gotten someone of note. He started explaining exactly what he had seen happen, and the spells he had used.

"That was foolish of you, to pick a fight with people wearing Death Eater outfits," Scrimgeour told him after he had finished.

"Without Voldemort, they aren't going to do anything," Harry said, also remembering the Dark Mark that had been cast last time, and how it had made them flee. "They didn't fire a single curse that could've killed me, and what they did fire didn't hit."

"It was still foolish," Scrimgeour grumbled. "However, I can't exactly arrest you for opening fire on people clothed as Death Eaters, that law's still on the books." He marched over to the other aurors, who had now identified the three that Harry had brought down.

"Jackpot, sir," one of them said. "Lord Malfoy."

Harry grinned internally. Jackpot, indeed.

"Good," Scrimgeour replied. "It's just muggle baiting and illegal imagery, but that should still be enough for a month Azkaban for each offense."

More if it had been someone else, Harry added mentally. If someone without status would be caught in Death Eater robes, they might easily go to Azkaban for as many as six months. He was dismissed by Scrimgeour and – after making sure his name wouldn't be mentioned in the investigation – made his way back to the tent just before Mr Weasley, Ron and Hermione did. Though he was questioned about why he had been alone, Harry just claimed he'd lost the others, and didn't say anything about him confronting the Death Eaters. They went to bed late in the night, and would go back to the Burrow the next morning.

By the end of the week, Harry and Ginny announced their relationship to the rest of the house, with the expected reactions. Mrs Weasley was immediately enthusiastic, Mr Weasley seemed about to say something before realizing Harry was probably the least likely to take advantage of Ginny, and Ron seemed to have a bit of trouble with himself before congratulating them.

Harry hadn't noticed it the first time around, but he now suspected that Ron might've had something of a crush on him, himself. He'd only learned Ron was gay when Ginny told him. Apparently, his rather surprising marriage with Hermione had been one of convenience for both sides. Gay marriage was not allowed in Magical Britain, so Ron had to marry a woman anyway – as not marrying at all was also frowned upon – and Hermione had been at risk of losing her place in the magical world because she was muggleborn.

But Harry turned his mind back to the present. The day after announcing their relationship – today – Harry asked Mrs Weasley if he could spend the day exploring the nearby village with Ginny, which she agreed to.

Of course, that had never been the plan. Harry and Ginny walked down the road, hand in hand, until they were outside of the wards, then Harry put his arms around her and apparated them to the Diagon Alley apparition point.

As they were making their way to Gringotts, Ginny suddenly spoke up. "Won't you get into trouble for apparating without a license? And underage magic?"

"I only get in trouble for apparating without a license if I get caught," Harry said, "and apparition is done wandlessly, so the Ministry cannot easily pick up on it."

"I like the new you," Ginny said, grabbing more of his arm.

Harry smiled at her. "More in line with your expectations of the Boy-Who-Lived?"

She blushed, but giggled slightly. "A little."

He placed a kiss on top of her head. "Just promise me that you'll think of me as Harry first. I'm still the same boy as last year, just… with more experience in life."

"What did happen, in the future?" she asked, turning serious.

"A lot," Harry replied. "And it won't happen this time around, I promise you."

"But what happened?" she persisted.

"War," Harry replied honestly. "Voldemort" – he ignored her flinch – "was resurrected, and he even managed to take over the Ministry. But we defeated him, in the end. This time around, I know what will happen, and I know how to kill him. In one year, he should be gone forever."

They walked up the steps to Gringotts, and Harry had to admit to himself that he was momentarily surprised the goblins just let him in – he wasn't used to that anymore, after having broken into the bank. This time around, he shouldn't have to do that, if everything played out the way he wanted it to.

He stepped up to a free teller. "May your vaults overflow with money, master goblin. I seek an audience with the Potter account manager to formally take up my Lordship and request his assistance in several related matters."

The goblin nodded. "You will need to perform an identity test to confirm you are who you claim to be, master wizard." He wrote a few lines on a piece of parchment and dropped it down a tube, then beckoned another goblin, who made their way over to them.

"Please follow me."

They did so, through one of the many doors in the atrium, through a few corridors, and into a room, where they were told to wait. They each took a chair, and Harry quickly instructed Ginny on proper behavior.

The moment the door opened again and a goblin walked in, both Harry and Ginny stood up, and he bowed while she curtsied.

"Welcome to Gringotts," the goblin said. "I am Goldtooth, the Potter Account Manager."

"May you grow ever richer, Account Manager Goldtooth," Harry spoke before the three of them sat down.

"You have a claim to the Potter Lordship?" Goldtooth asked.

"I am Harry James Potter, son of the late Lord Potter," Harry replied. "I would like to perform an identity test to prove this, so I can take up the Lordship."

"Very well," Goldtooth replied, placing the required instruments on the desk between them and instructing Harry how to take the test.

The results only took a few moments, and they proved that Harry was who he claimed to be. Goldtooth revealed the Lord Potter ring, and Harry slipped it on his right hand ring finger. He knew already he would keep this as his primary title, even with so many more to claim.

"Do you want your… companion to receive the ring of Lady Potter?" Goldtooth asked.

Ginny seemed quite surprised by the question, but Harry had expected it. It was unheard of to do business like this with someone who was not family, either now or in the future.

"No," Harry replied. "This ties in to the second reason I wished to see you. However, before anything else, I would like to ask you, are you aware of the Sword of Gryffindor?"

Goldtooth nodded. "Goblin-made, but currently not in our possession. If you happen to know where it can be found, I would like to ask you to inform us, so it can be returned to it's rightful creators."

"That is what I wanted to speak to you about," Harry replied. "My research has indicated that a special arrangement was made for the Sword of Gryffindor, overriding the right of creation. Would you know where to find the relevant documents, so it can be confirmed?"

Goldtooth looked at him for several long seconds before nodding. "I do remember that exceptions to the right of creation are sometimes made – and of course confirmed in contract. Are you implying the Sword of Gryffindor is one of these items?"

"Considering what I know of the object, it seems likely to me," Harry replied.

"And what is it you believe to know of it?" Goldtooth asked, now clearly testing the waters.

"To the best of my knowledge," Harry replied, "Godric Gryffindor was aware of the right of creation, and came to the agreement to buy it out for his Sword, after which he made the Sword proof of the Gryffindor Heirship, by enchanting it such that the Heir of Gryffindor – or Lord Gryffindor, if one exists – can summon the Sword at any moment."

"And you have done so," Goldtooth surmised.

Harry nodded. He hoped he had gathered enough goodwill, through his respectful behavior and the sudden opportunity for Goldtooth to perhaps become Account Manager for Lord Gryffindor, that the goblin would request the document, rather than demand Harry hand the sword over.

He was right. Goldtooth sent a message through the Gringotts communication system, and after two minutes of slightly uncomfortable waiting – though Harry definitely handled it better than Ginny, who he had to calm by placing his hand on her thigh – a goblin entered with the relevant document. Goldtooth read it over, then looked up.

"Lord Potter, it appears you were correct in your knowledge. If you can indeed summon the Sword of Gryffindor, you are both it's rightful owner and the legitimate Lord Gryffindor."

Without a lot of fanfare, Harry held out his hand in front of him, and the sword materialized.

Goldtooth openly grinned at his fortune of his client claiming a second title. "Congratulations on your new title, Lord Potter-Gryffindor. It will be a pleasure doing business with you."

Harry grinned right back. "Account Manager Goldtooth, I am not done yet. Though, before we will continue, I would ask if you can procure the Lord and Lady Gryffindor rings for us."

"That I can do," Goldtooth replied, sending another note. He looked up at Harry again. "You said you were not done yet?"

Harry reached into his satchel and pulled out the Invisibility Cloak. "This heirloom, often referred to as the Cloak of Death, whether or not that is correct, is the proof that I am Heir to the Peverell Lordship."

He did not stop to give Goldtooth time to react. "In addition, as a child I have defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort, born by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle, son of Merope Gaunt, last descendant of the Ancient House of Gaunt, in a conflict initiated by him, and thus I wish to claim the Gaunt Lordship by Right of Conquest.

"As Parselmouth, I wish to claim the Slytherin Lordship.

"And I believe I have also been legally named Heir Black, which should be in your records."

Just then, a goblin stepped in and handed over the Lord and Lady Gryffindor rings to Goldtooth.

Said goblin accepted them mechanically, then stared at Harry as the other goblin left.

"Not done yet, indeed," Goldtooth finally said. "I am most pleased that you came to our bank today, Lord Potter-Gryffindor. I can confirm that you have indeed been named Heir Black. As for the other titles, please give me a moment."

He handed over the rings, then started writing on yet another piece of parchment.

Harry placed the Lord Gryffindor ring on his right middle finger, then took the Lady Gryffindor ring. "Ginny, if I place this on your finger, it is the official gesture that I intend to marry you and name you Lady Gryffindor. Owning the ring will give you the right to veto any marriage contract I would agree to that would give the title of Lady Gryffindor to someone else, and gives you the right to demand marriage for the title once both of us are seventeen years of age. It also gives me the right to veto any marriage contract that includes you. Only if you give the ring to me of your own free will, without being coerced or threatened in any way, or if we enter a formal betrothal or marriage contract, does this agreement break.

"I want to speak to your parents before the end of the holiday – likely in the last week – together with you to set up a betrothal contract between us, if that is okay with you. Do you want the ring now, as a promise?"

"Yes," she simply replied.

Harry took her left hand, and slid the ring on her ring finger. "Keep in mind that you are not yet Lady Gryffindor, even though you wear the ring. You will assume the position either when we sign the contract, at a date stipulated in the contract, a date of our choosing, or when we marry, depending on the contract itself. For now, you can will your ring to be invisible. It feels just the same as the intent that is at the base of all spellcasting. I want to ask you to do so for a while longer, and I will keep my own Gryffindor ring invisible as well."

Ginny nodded, and moments later the ring faded from view, even to Harry.

"Lord Potter-Gryffindor," Goldtooth spoke up. "I have here everything needed to prove or disprove your other claims."

Harry had only vaguely noticed the requirements being brought in. Over at the other side of the desk, Goldtooth was reading a document. He put it down after a few seconds, and handed over a ring – the Lord Peverell ring.

"Congratulations, Lord Potter-Gryffindor-Peverell," he said as Harry slid the ring on his left ring finger.

"For the Lordship of Gaunt, you will need to see if the ring accepts you."

Harry slipped that ring on his left pinky. It flashed white as it resized to fit him.

"Congratulations, Lord Potter-Gryffindor-Peverell-Gaunt."

"For the Lordship of Slytherin, you will have to talk to this snake," he gestured to the snake in a cage.

"§Hello,§" Harry said.

"§Speaker,§" the snake replied. "§I have never met one of you before.§"

"§Then this is your first time,§" Harry said. "§Pleased to meet you.§"

He looked toward Goldtooth, who grinned once again and handed over the Slytherin ring. Harry noticed that Goldtooth waited for Harry to put the ring on his left middle finger.

"Congratulations, Lord Potter-Gryffindor-Peverell-Slytherin-Gaunt."

"That's quite the title," Harry smirked.

"Quite the title indeed, my Lord," Goldtooth replied. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Harry nodded. "An overview of my assets, though I have little doubt that they are in good hands, and I would like to visit the Potter family vault."

After all, he would need to have that contract with him when he went to Hogwarts.

AN: I am currently in the process of creating a discord and an account where people can support me if they wish – the site has yet to be determined. More on the both of these… probably next week or something.

AN: In addition, I now have an actual update schedule! A Noble Lord's Duty (this fic) will update twice a week, every Saturday and Wednesday, while for Riddle of the Ages, the goal is to update once every two weeks on a Monday, however that one might be harder to keep – I don't expect to have the next chapter ready by Monday, for example. If I don't manage to finish the chapter in time, it gets pushed a week back, updates will still be on Monday.