This is the first time I have written something new for a change.

This is NOT beta'ed! I should warn you all that I am deaf and it does affect my ability to write well. So, yes, I am aware of grammar is not perfect and there isn't a need to point that out. If you feel it needs to be improve, suggest yourself to be a beta or someone that would like to work with me. I am patience, but I do like to post it up within a week or two at the most.

Alright, enough of that, time for the warnings...

Warning: Cuss, sensitive, lemons, mpreg, various pairings/slashes, and violence. {This is all I have so far, I will add more or warn before the chapter. However, do understand there is a reason for being rated as M. You are at your own risk~}

I do not own HP or the characters. JK Rowling owns HP and her characters.

Enjoy~

The letter was not exactly for the savior to read after two weeks of the war. Especially from a family he adjusted himself into since he went to Hogwarts. He was curious about the circumstances they're hinting at. When arriving through the floo network, the brown hair woman caught him from falling out of the floo.

"I will have to get you book on how to use the floo properly. You can't keep falling onto your face, Harry," She sighed.

Harry glanced up and sighed along, "Thanks, Hermione. After Voldemort managed to get through that way and tried to locate me, it wouldn't be the same, you know?"

The witch agreed and helped Harry back onto his feet, "At least, Professor Dumbledore sorted out the Horcruxes before he came and saved us a lot of time on this."

Harry turned his head over to the living room, which happened to be emptied, "Are they in the kitchen or something?"

She nodded, "Yeah, I arrived ten minutes and they told me you were coming soon."

The savior sighed and they walked over to the kitchen to see Molly, Arthur, Ginny, and Ron at the table. They were in the line and the opposite freely open. Harry noted their eyes were filled with such worried and fear on the matter. He pondered what it could have been that might be this urgent to their attention. Hermione and Harry sat down to join them in silent. The savior offered a comforting smile to them, knowing that the dark lord wouldn't return anymore after what he has done, and there was nothing much more than he could have done.

"Is everything alright," Harry finally broke this nervous strain of silence.

Molly glanced at her husband, "Why don't you go ahead, dear, you explain a little and I will as well."

Hermione glanced at Ron and Ginny, seeing they weren't having any eye contact with either of them, and something was wrong. She couldn't interpret what might have been going on currently. It was rather an unusual scene, however, she suspected something to arise to the matter. Molly's hands fidgeting noticeably and Arthur's breathing were thick and slow, which was not missed. The man agreed to his wife and took a deep breath.

"As you can see, Molly and I were eager to offer you something, Harry, something we felt you deserves to be happy about and there wouldn't be much of a refusal." Arthur kept glancing both at the guests, "We were thinking about it and…well,"

"We thought we were on the same page merely. We did the basic spell together…and oh, Harry, forgive us, we made a mistake." Her lips quivered, nearly about to cry.

Arthur patted her shoulder, "It cannot be undone and it is common among Purebreed to do this for the magical world."

Harry narrowed his eyes, "You didn't murder someone, did you?"

Molly jolted and shook her head immediately, "Merlins, no! If we have done that, we would have disappeared immediately and killed ourselves!" Her head shook, "No, this is a traditional thing, especially my family has done for me and I was grateful I was given an opportunity to choose. I was hoping you would do the same and feel the same."

Hermione pulled up her head and blinked, "Are you talking about what I am thinking about? Why didn't either of you request a ministry for this? It could have saved a tremendous amount of trouble, don't you think?"

The husband shook his head, "I am one of the many people in that field, Hermione. That's why we invited you here, to explain it better than we could, and we are feeling guilty for the matter currently."

The frowns upon the savior grew, "I don't understand," He glanced at everyone, barely getting anything from the Weasely friends, "What is this traditional thing that you're offering?"

The mother gulped, "Please…think this through, use the room if you must, but do not deny this opportunity." Her head shook, "Arthur and I made a bond contract, but accidentally made the wrong type. A bond contract is a marriage bond, but it is different when a family offers their child to wed or bond to keep the magical line going."

Harry froze and stared at the woman. It was not something he had expected them to truly considered or act upon for the matter. He saw this was a normal thing for 'arranged marriage' to them. Hermione wasn't upset over that and she glanced at him curiously, but she fixated her attention on the couple.

"What is the bond requesting or the choices?" Hermione rested her elbows on the table.

Arthur glanced at his children, "You can wed or bond to either of them, but one will become a squib since their magic is in the contract. Once they are wed or bond to Harry, they have their sibling's magic. The squib sibling will have magical children. However, if he chooses to wed or bond both of them, they are free to keep their magic. If they are both rejected, they will lose their magic and none of their children will be able to have the magic to carry on."

The emerald eyes snapped widely and stared at his best mate and the youngest Weasely. They were rather nervous and squirming in their seats. Now, everything has fallen into places and quickly returned his attention the parents.

"…'minone, I need to talk to you alone." He muttered.

The witch agreed and Molly sighed. The woman knew the young witch would be able to help in the matter and left them be. Harry and Hermione went upstairs to the guest's room. The savior drew out his wand and casted Silencio immediately. Harry plopped down onto the bed and stared at the ground.

"I take it that is normal for parents to offer wedding or bonding contract?" He softly spoke, rather surprised by this event.

She took a deep breath, "Yes. According the traditional contract, you cannot refuse under those circumstances. However, they should have gotten an official of Ministry that would know what they're thinking of and they made it a challenge for you without realizing their errors. It is a basic magical line savior they are focused on." She slowly sat next to him, "How are you feeling all of this?" Her head tilted, her hair slipped down in front of her.

The emerald eyes continued to stare at the wooden floor and recalling the details at once. His mind was debating on the matter and sighed as he turned to the witch.

"According to Griphook," His hand ruffled his hair, "I have to wed four people for four different houses and each person I wed will earn the house title on what I believe they would best represent. Each of them will be requested to carry an heir for the house to continue for generations. With that kind an offer, I don't think I could refuse either of them."

Hermione smiled lightly, "At least they won't worried about losing their magic, but how do you feel with marrying them? Or bonding them," She sheepishly smiled.

Harry scratched his head, "Ginny, she kissed me once and there is something going on there. As for Ron…don't even tell him I told you this, but, when he was under the love potion, he hugged me and I kind of liked the attention and how it felt. However, they're brother and sister…I'm not sure if they're comfortable about this whole I'm loving both them and whoever the two other people are as well."

She shrugged, "It is common to have more than one lover in the wizard world, especially to uphold the head of the house's title for the next generations."

Harry agreed with her on the spot since he had known the truth. He had learned about this as he had turned seventeen years old. There were strange things going on and several discoveries during his sixth years, but at least, he got his life sorted out going. Hermione observed him in silent, knowing this was tricky situation, and the awkward situation as well.

"So, you're okay with this?" The witch leaned in closely with a smirking hint on her coming on.

Harry nodded, "I was in shock two months ago about the four marriages, but they made things a little easier for me."

Hermione grinned widely at her best friend, just knowing it would be alright for her other best friend and girlfriend of hers. Harry couldn't deny the feelings there. There were no needs to say more and headed downstairs to the kitchen with nervous wrecked people. Harry stood prideful without fear towards them.

"I'm not mad, but glad in a way. If Ron and Ginny are okay with me as their husband, I will marry both," He smiled.

Ron and Ginny jerked their heads, speechless by such result, and sat there. Although, the redhead girl couldn't stay in her chair and ran out of her seat. Her arms clasped around his neck and jumping with glee.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Her smile showed much appreciation, "Ron, isn't this great? We'll be happy for sure!"

Harry chuckled and hugged her back, "But there is more than accepting both of you."

"Great, conditions that we must follow in order to be married to you?" The misery exposed right out of the young Weasely man.

Harry shook his head, "Not conditions and besides, the only thing we'd have to deal with is consummation on the wedding day or night. However, that is not what I wish to talk about. Let's sit down," Harry led Ginny over to the table and finally sat down.

The redhair girl reposed herself once more as a respectful young lady as she should be. She bundled up her happiness aside and waited for her future-husband-to-be. Molly and Arthur exchanged glances, pondering what this might possibly be, and shrugged along. Hermione took Ginny's former seat and patted Ron's shoulder happily. Ron struggled to show a smile, but held back from fear that revealed in his eyes.

"Two months ago, I have learned more of my inherited background and come to find out I belong to four head of the house. Each house have two requirements, each of them insist that I wed one person and one heir for that house. This would lead me to have four spouses I must wed and each spouse will have an heir to give birth. Of course, that means I will decide what head of the house my spouse will land in." His arms rested on the table, "I am willing to marry both of you because I do care about you both and you are already my family, where I care and love about you both. What I will be asking of both of you is understand that I must marry two more people of my choice and we will live together. I have Kreacher remodeling Grimmauld to be homely and told him how to design it for the future preparation. Everyone will have a bedroom of their home as well I will."

Harry deeply breathed and found himself pleased to inform them well enough without complication. Ron stared right at Harry and no longer containing those frightful eyes. Instead, held hope and happiness that showed that it would be alright for him. His parents were at ease to know their kids would be safe in Harry's hands and everything. At least, they were helping without realizing. Molly stood up gracefully and drew out her wand eagerly.

"Let's get you sign the contract and I will have lunch ready in an hour to celebrate," She shifted her wand briefly and the golden contract appeared in front of Harry.

Ginny leaned over and pointed to him where to sign specifically, where Harry would sign to agree to marry both of them within a year. This was not an issue for the savior and the best decision for himself and others. Ron watched him placed the signature on the form and the contract glowered in bright gold-ish and zipped out of its existence for the completion. Arthur grinned and hugged Hermione, then his son, and finally Ginny and Harry at once.

"Ginny, Ron, why don't you take Harry upstairs and discuss more on the wedding plans," He hummed curiously.

Ron nodded, "Come on, Harry, let's hear Ginny's plans and then yours, and mine last."

Harry turned to Hermione, "You'll be alright with-"

"-Oh, go, Harry, Molly is going to show me how to make her special food. I need to know the witch's kitchen style." Hermione grinned.

Harry shrugged and followed his 'newly' fiancées. Ginny opened her bedroom door, knowing it was the closest room, and they followed in. Ginny and Ron sat on the bed, while Harry sat on her chair in the room. He pondered how this would work out, knowing he likes them a lot – knowing he would be loved for eternity, and having a large family. This was pleasing him well enough.

"Alright, Ginny, let's hear you first for the wedding plan. We're going to combine the idea and work it out as a team." Harry gestured her to begin.

Ginny understood, "Well, an outdoor ceremony would be nice and family and friends invited. Since you're marrying Ron, I better be the only one wearing a white dress." She smug at both of them.

Harry chuckled, "I believe we can agree to that. Is there anything else you'd like at the wedding?"

Her head shook, "No, mum is going to be the one in charge of the food, cake, and decorations. She has done it for Charlie and almost for Bill, but Bill hasn't gotten the official dates for the wedding of his own yet. The twins…they haven't been dating anyone as far as we knew."

Ron chuckled, "We'll have to dare the twins to bring a date or investigates more."

The savior rolled his eyes, "Okay, your plans for the wedding?"

"I said my plans to go last. So, you go next, Harry," He glanced away, puzzled by such…startling way of himself now.

Harry sighed, "I'm for the outdoor wedding, but the guest lists will have to be looked over due to people I do not trust, but we'll sort those out later. I prefer that we'd do the ceremony in early morning and that can allow us to consummate in the middle of the day and reception party for the night." He shrugged, "Good music and food for everyone, firewhiskey and butterbeer, and no reporters allowed in except for Luna's dad." He turned over to his male fiancée.

The male redhead sat up straight, "If we're doing this as an outdoor type, there better be anti-flies, spiders, and bugs to keep the food safe and people happy. I will not wear that ugly red or green suit," He shrugged, "But, having fun sounds like an idea thing…but I must wonder, do I have to carry those bouquets as a bride should be doing?"

Ginny gasped, "But all brides must have a set of bouquet for good luck for marriage! We're the brides, Ron!"

Harry coughed, "How about this, as one of the brides is carrying the bouquet?"

The siblings glanced to each other and agreed to that kind of a term. They turned their attention to their fiancée naturally.

"Now, I am thinking both of you will need a ring that you are one of the selected fiancées. We will go after lunch since they are at the Gringotts for safety of reasons." He smiled, "Tomorrow, both of you will be the first people to live in the remodeled home and plan our lives from there."

Ginny frowned, "What of the other future spouses you're supposed to include?"

Ron agreed, "Yeah, not that I'm keen to the idea of sharing, but they need to be added."

The savior shrugged, "I haven't decided yet or who would be a good spouses and rightfully earned house titles. As soon as I do, they will be brought to our home immediately and we will continue to sort things out for our future."

Ron laid back a smidge, "Alright, but don't expect me to want to get pregnant right away."

Ginny turned her head over to him, "Don't ignore what we have to do for our family, Ron, the babies aren't going to make themselves."

His head shook, causing his hair flying everywhere almost, "Just not right away," He grumbled.

Harry noticed how guarded the Quidditch player was being and something was nagging him in the back of his head. His sister was about to open her mouth-

"Why don't Ron and I talk alone, Ginny? I'll talk to you after him," His hand rested on her shoulder.

Miss Weasely sighed and chose not to argue. Harry gestured Ron the way out to his bedroom and the young men strolled along to the other bedroom. Once the door was closed by the man-who-lived, he faced Ron without holding his fear.

"Ron, is something the matter?" His voice picked up only to his best mate's attention, "Is it too weird for friends to marry each other or something?"

Ron's shoulders dropped, "You fancy Ginny, but you only did it to make her happy that I can keep my magic and have magical children."

"Ah, actually, that's not why," He rubbed the back of the neck, "I am attracted to both genders and kissing you and loving you seems like a dream come true."

The blue eyes brightened up, "Really? What about knocking me up, though? Are you a little uncomfortable by…well, doing it?"

Harry chuckled and grabbed Ron by the waists to pull closer, "More like aroused to the idea, but when you are ready, I'll be ready." He kissed him on the cheek, "I'm certain our kids will have brown or red hair, but much like you as their mother."

The colors grew brighter on the fiancée and Harry chuckled. He tugged him closer, causing him to squeak, and turned deeper shade of pink.

"If you knew how I felt about you two years ago, I was afraid I'd lose you for sure, but this is better." The savior snuck another kiss on his cheek.

The heat grew on Ron, "Shut up," He hid his face between Harry's shoulder and head, "Don't tell 'Mione about this."

Harry curled his arms around his future husband, "Whatever you say, love," His head rested against his', "The only thing that changes is the fact you are mine," His voice lowered, "Why don't you relax while I talk to your sister?"

Ron nodded, "Careful, she will not like it, if you overspent attention with anyone than on her."

The man-who-lived grinned, pleased to see his fiancée beginning to accept this naturally, and imaging him being pregnant. If he hasn't found out about the House titles, he would be puzzled by such pregnancies occurring under Wizards. He did end up spending a lot of time learning about that and managed to accept it after a while. He patted his back and released him as they drifted apart.

Harry headed back to his young fiancée's room and found her already packing ahead. His eyebrow rose and observed how her wand movement set the magic at ease.

"Someone is eager," Harry smiled.

Ginny picked up her head and watched the last spell settling itself, "Ron might need help tonight, so I do mine right away."

He leaned against the doorway, "I see. Well, how are you feeling all of this, Ginny? I mean, aside from the fact no one has to lose their magic."

Her attention was now fixated at him, "It is alright. We're going to have a large family, but bigger than mum's dream…I'm curious who else would be your spouses besides my brother and me. I mean, aside from what my parents did on a stupid accident."

Harry shrugged, "I'm not certain who, but I have to think about it for a while before your brother and your wedding comes. If I tried to deny all those houses, I would lose not only my powers, but my life. I have chosen not to argue a chance I can have now."

She nodded and casted the trunk away. She helped herself on the bed and allowed her fingers to feel the soothing blanket.

"I do worry that it wouldn't work out or destroy us all before the big dreams could even happen," She set her wand on the small dresser, "Living with three other people can be invading, especially when you cannot even stand living with six older brothers and several problematic arrives. Five of them left and Ron hasn't chosen to leave yet. He likes the amount of the attention he gets now, but the more people there are…the less likely chance he'd want to stay."

The emerald eyes noticed her wizardry poster on a Quidditch Seeker, "That's why we will be a team and no one will be ignored. All of you will be my responsibility, regardless of being willing or not." He softly spoke, "I promise that none of you will be ignored or favored over each other."

The girl sighed and shook her head, "It won't be easy, Harry, but I trust you well enough."

They exchanged a smile for one another and left this conversation alone. Harry was rather pleased to know it was turning out well so far. He walked over to her and offered his hand. She accepted it and he pulled her closer as causing her to gasp. His hand curled her hair behind her ear and leaned towards her. His lips pressed against her cheek and she quickly stared at the ground with much red as her brother was earlier.

"Lunch is ready!" The witch of the house chanted out.

A knut for thoughts?

I will post the next chapter tomorrow.