A/N: Harry Potter and his world belongs to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers and anyone that has received licensing rights. I am grateful she gives us the privilege of playing in her world.

A/N: Repost to fix date. It is 1995, not, 1992

Chapter 38

June 6, 1995

Hogwarts, Scotland

Luna sat next to Neville. Since Bonnie had been taken away, her large friend had taken to moping about. She missed Bonnie too, but she was in the safest place she could be now and that was the important thing.

They would be seeing them again in a few weeks. Maybe she would give Bonnie a kiss on the cheek. She knew Neville would and she didn't like being jealous of the kind boy.

"Professor Sprout returned to classes this week," Luna said conversationally. She wondered why so many found her voice so far away.

Far away.

Something was far away.

Something important.

Or is it someone important?

Neville frowned. "I'm not so sure I want to be around Professor Sprout right now."

She understood. "It wasn't her, Neville. It was a very bad man that is now dead."

He looked at her, his eyebrow scrunching. "How do you know?"

She shrugged her shoulders. She just did. A smile spread on her face as dinner vanished and pudding wound up just before her. It was a plate full of small yummy puddings. She immediately reached for a chocolate one with pears and another that looked like a sticky caramel to put on her plate. "I just know the bad man is dead. I really don't like that bad man," she said with a shiver.

Neville moved a little closer, as though trying to shield her from something. "Is Bonnie alright," Neville asked after a moment. His blue eyes were full of concern.

She had to nod her head as her mouth was full of the delicious puddings. Once she swallowed, she spoke. "She is with our Pack. Why wouldn't she be fine?"

She took another bite.

Neville sat back, looking glum. She sighed. She shouldn't keep this from him. "Bonnie misses you."

Why did it bother her so much? She missed Bonnie. She knew Bonnie missed her. The beautiful brunette was her best mate. But Bonnie also missed Neville and Neville missed her.

Why did that bother her so much?

"I miss her too. We haven't gotten a letter from them in over a week."

She smiled. He cared about all of them. "I think we will get a letter tomorrow morning. Besides, your Gran has already agreed for you to stay at Blyihl House this summer. Daddy should send his agreement in a day or two. When he remembers. I told him I am better with the Potters. He can find the galdagorn without me this year. He is going to search Tibet."

Neville didn't question her or give her any look besides accepting her statement. She so wanted to find the mythical multi-legged wolf, but she knew her place was here. Besides, she couldn't let Neville get Bonnie all to himself. He would have to share as much as she did.

Neville stretched. She frowned to feel the same tingle in her stomach that Bonnie did to see his clothes stretch tight over his increasingly muscular form and the scruff that had started to grow on his chin. She felt shaken for a moment.

She was just feeling what Bonnie felt. That was it.

Someone was far away. Someone really important. The feeling came over her again.

Neville eyed her to see her just staring at him. He looked concerned. Only Bonnie seemed to pay that close attention to her. "You alright, Luna," he asked.

She shook herself. What was this warm feeling? She had only felt it around Bonnie until the last few days. It had to be because of Bonnie's want for their friend. "Oh, yes. This pudding is quite delicious. Would you like a bite," she asked.

She frowned internally. She never offered her pudding to anyone else. Not even Bonnie. Though, if Bonnie asked, she would give the whole plate to her.

Neville chuckled. "No thank you. Not really feeling like dessert. Listen..."

A red-headed weasel sat down across from them and Neville clamped his mouth shut.

She glared at Ronald Weasley. He had hurt her family. Well, they may not fully know it yet, but they were her family.

She had known Ronald would not be able to control his temper or jealousy. She had wanted to warn Harry but knew she couldn't. It would have been a bad outcome for many others than just her Pack leader if she had warned Harry. Seeing Harry upset the day after his wedding had upset her. That week was supposed to be a celebration of two meant for each other.

Harry was a brother she had never had. He accepted her without question. He had always been nice to her. His wife, his whole Pack and Neville just accepted her. No one besides Ginevra or her parents had ever done that.

She had finally found a Home. A place she belonged and this red-headed prat had disturbed that.

"You are not welcome here, Ronald Weasley," she told him.

"This isn't just your table, Luna," Ron snapped back to her.

Neville moved just a little closer to her while eyeing Ronald. "What do you want, Weasley."

Ronald looked at Neville a little more apprehensively. "Have you heard from Harry? Mum said he was hurt pretty bad."

"That happened almost a month ago. I thought if you cared for him you would have asked sooner," she quipped. She was still angry with him and there was a danger for Harry to forgive him. She would not see her family hurt like that. There were too many other dangers around them.

"Lay off, Loony. I've been busy and didn't know how hurt he was," Ronald snarked back. "It's not like he's reached out to me or anything."

"Fred and George have asked a few times a week," she told him. The boy looked very guilty. She knew Fred and George had kept him informed. She could protect her Pack like Harry did them.

"Ron, I will tell you this once. Luna is a lady and I won't have you talking to her that way," Neville said in a low voice.

She cheered to hear Neville's cold tone. Bonnie had chosen a fine mate for them. He would protect them and their Pack.

She stopped there.

Her eyes went wide.

Mate.

Them.

Pack?

When had she started calling her family Pack?

Nnnnooo, she thought slowly as she realized mate didn't mean friend in this instance. No. NO!

She had seen her husband years ago. He was a tall, thin man... with muscles, blond hair, determined blue eyes and a fist ready to punch Ronald if he said one more bad thing about her or their Pack.

SHITE! No. The man loved plants... no animals. He was supposed to love animals. Like her.

No, he is going to be a celebrated Herbologist, dear, the voice said in her head.

He is a magizoologist, she argued. She loved Bonnie, but she couldn't be in the way of Neville and Bonnie.

You won't be in the way. You are one of the ways. You of all people should know things change.

She cocked her head as the visions started to come. It was always like this. It took a small thing and then the voice in her head would tell her and she would see. She liked the voice. It sounded like her mum.

She missed her mum.

"Neville, do you think Bonnie would look better in a red or yellow dress," she asked him.

The boys had started to argue and stopped the second she spoke.

A wolf can only have one mate, she told her voice.

The voice smiled. That is true. But if her mate isn't a wolf, then her mate could have another, and the wolf can be happy with both.

Ron looked at her like she was mental. "What does that have to do with Harry!"

"It doesn't, Ronald. Unless you think Harry would find her more attractive in a red or yellow dress, but I rather think him attracted to his beautiful wolf, not Bonnie."

Bonnie was theirs, not Harry's.

Neville looked at her before shaking his head. "Red, Luna." The boy didn't question her and she smiled. Bonnie had chosen well for them.

Ron looked disgruntled. "You are both mental."

Neville turned back to him and his features showed his anger. "Call her mental one more time Weasley and it won't just be your hair that is red."

Ronald flushed. "You deserve each other," Ron said angrily.

Luna frowned. "Neville, I need to talk with Bonnie."

Ron stood but stopped. She cocked her head to the other side, not really focusing on anything. "Luna, what is wrong with Bonnie?" Neville was concerned and even Ron looked worried.

"It's something important," she said blinking and trying to focus on the here and now.

"Luna, is something wrong? I will go get Professor McGonagall to get hold of Gran right now," he told her.

"Is Harry and Hermione alright," Ron asked.

She shook her head. She could see many happy days ahead. Many sad ones too. But she wasn't sure how her future wife and husband would take her vision. Bonnie wasn't ready yet, but Bonnie had started to feel her body react to Neville and thoughts of her lately. Just like she had.

Luna had had very pleasant dreams of Bonnie, even if she didn't feel she liked girls that way.

"I don't need to talk to her now, but very soon. The Potters and our Pack are fine. Maybe a little tired. It is Monday." Ron mottled. Neville looked at her confused. "I think Professor Lupin put them through a heavy workout and Harry is still not up to full par. He will be soon though. Bonnie is concerned for him."

Neville let out a breath and Ronald a nervous laugh. "You had me going, Luna."

She focused on Ronald. "Ronald, unless you are willing to accept Harry and all of us as is and not get jealous of other people, I don't want you around." She stood up. She was done with her puddings, even though they were only half eaten.

It felt like a good evening to go to Hagrid's. Curfew didn't start for another hour and a half. She wanted friends around her and set off out of the hall. "Luna, wait," Neville said behind her. He rushed to his feet and to follow her. Ron was left at the table to stare at them. "Will you wait," Neville said coming up to her side. "Where are you going?"

"Hagrid's," she told him without any concern.

Neville rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the stairs. "I was hoping to finish a letter," he told her.

She smiled. "I will be fine, Neville."

"I'm not letting you go off on your own," he said resolutely. She much preferred this more confident Neville. The fact his baby fat was melting away with their workouts this year didn't hurt.

She stopped and he almost bowled into her as she turned to put her hands on his arm and stepped up on her tip toes to kiss him on his cheek. It was better to know now if he liked her that way. Her visions were wrong at times. As she lowered herself and stepped back, Neville looked shocked and touched his cheek. The blush on his face was quite attractive. She understood why Bonnie liked him.

"What was that for," he asked.

"I didn't want to be jealous of Bonnie being the only one to kiss you," she told him.

He stood for a moment, his eyes looking at her like they did Bonnie. She smiled before starting off again. It was a nice night to skip.

After a moment he took off after her. She kind of liked him chasing after her. "Hey. Wait! What? Luna!"

-oOo-

June 7, 1995

The Third Task, Hogwarts, Scotland

Draco stood in the three-sided tent that had been partitioned into four stalls. It was the start and finish area for the Champions.

He was required to be here, even if he didn't want to be. There were other things out there to worry about that were more important than some stupid Tournament. Unless he wished to challenge the cup though, he had to be here.

Swallowing, he wished he had that power. After seeing what Potter could do and the power that the Dark Lord wielded, he knew he would lose if he tried. The Tri-wizarding Cup was a very powerful magical object. He just didn't have the power or skill it would take to break it.

It was still fifteen minutes before sunrise and the Champions were enjoying a few final moments with their families. He had raised an eye towards Cedric and Angelina when she had come down with his parents.

That was until they caught him looking at them questioningly and she held up her hand. "Oh, that is beautiful," Tracey said seeing the diamond ring on her hand.

Pansy nodded. "Congratulations, Ms. Johnson."

Cedric turned to them. "Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy."

Tracey had moved to Angelina. The girl had been good to his wife. Draco felt as though he may owe them, as well as the Potters, for protecting Tracey this year.

"Congratulations," he said to Cedric and held his hand out.

Since coming back, Cedric had treated him with respect and had made sure Pansy was well too. Cedric took his hand. "Thank you. Still don't know why she said yes last night," Cedric said to him with his classic smirk.

"I don't either," Angelina said jokingly before talking to Tracey again.

Cedric chuckled. "Good luck today."

"You too," he said back before letting go of Cedric's hand.

A few moments later, it was called for all family to leave the start area. Pansy moved in close as Tracey took a step back. Pansy wasn't having this whole second wife thing that Tracey seemed to be perpetuating and pulled her in close.

"You be safe," Pansy said thickly. "We'll be waiting for you."

Tracey eyes looked wet. "Just come back," she said.

Draco cupped a cheek of each of them. He spoke softly to them. "I love you. Both of you. I promise to be back in your bed tonight."

Tracey blushed and Pansy gave a watery smile. Tracey had proven quite shy so far behind closed doors. Draco liked it, and he was never going to push her into something she didn't want. That being said, she always insisted Pansy to be with them whenever they were intimate and Pansy insisted she always come to bed with them.

"I love you," Pansy said to him.

Tracey nodded. She looked as though she still didn't believe Draco. It had only been a few weeks. She would see in time that he did love both his wives. Maybe it wasn't quiet as deep as it was for Pansy, but it was there. He would do anything he needed to keep them both safe.

He saw and felt the fear in them. They were both worried after what happened. He didn't blame them. Sometimes the fear of the Dark Lord suddenly being there caused panic attacks in him.

Someone cleared their throat. His wives stepped away, both wiping at their faces and trying to straighten themselves out. Pansy was going to be Lady Malfoy, and Tracey would be Lady-Waiting Malfoy. They both knew their families expected them to act proper Ladies.

He looked to see Mr. Diggory. "Mr. Malfoy, the families of the Champions are allowed to sit in the upper boxes. I haven't seen your parents and was wondering if you would like me to escort your wives to the box."

Draco felt some of the pit in his stomach lessen. "I would never impose that on you, Mr. Diggory, but I would personally appreciate it."

"Of course," the man said.

He nodded to them. Tracey was about to walk away when she suddenly rushed him and hugged him. Her lips found his and he was happy to wrap his arms around her. Pansy was quickly as his side. He shared a kiss with her and after a moment they backed away.

He smiled at them. Tracey took Pansy's arm and Mr. Diggory gave him a nod as he followed his wives. Angelina and Mrs. Diggory had waited for them before they went up the steps.

Diggory's eyes followed Angelina until they disappeared.

"Diggory," he said to the boy. When Cedric turned, he nodded. "Thank you for keeping them safe. I know you mentioned it to your father."

Cedric shrugged. "I would want the same for Angelina."

He nodded.

"Champions to your stalls," a greying witch said walking by.

Draco clenched his muscles in his arms to keep them from shaking. For the last few weeks, he had had an Auror shadowing him and his wives. Today he couldn't on fears of breaking the rules of the Tournament. They were going to be all over the grounds. It still didn't relieve his fears the Dark Lord would try to find a way to eliminate him.

He sat on the stool and grabbed his backpack. It was too late now if he forgot anything, but he opened it to review its contents anyways. Two meals worth of bread, dried fruit and meat, as well as a few apples. He also had his rope, a knife, a small blanket and a half dozen other items they thought might be useful.

He patted his inner pocket. There was a vial of pepper up and two pain relief potions, as well as a tin of burn paste and another knife.

He closed his bag and picked up his broom. He had a while to wait, but he didn't want anything out of his site or easy reach. He put the broom on his lap and then slung the straps of the small backpack onto his shoulders.

"Welcome, everyone, to the last task of this Tri-Wizarding Tournament. It is a bleary quarter-past four and the sun is set to rise in a short couple of minutes," a tired sounding Bagman announced.

Draco yawned. He wished he had some coffee. He had first tried the foul-smelling stuff when at the Potter's. After a few days, he had grown to like the stuff. Now he wished he had it this morning.

-oOo-

Fifth Event, Hogwarts, Scotland

Cedric never feared or disliked boggarts before. They were a low-level dark creature that were easy to take care of. He didn't fear much, but a group of six Death Eaters in full robes and masks and holding wands stepping out of cupboards was something to fear. They had brought him up short as he entered the room. He knew people were watching and heard the screams when spells started to fly from them.

He had jumped behind a table and flipped it over. He had done what Potter showed them in their defense classes and reinforced the table. It took him a matter of seconds to realize the spells weren't doing anything.

In that time, a general stampede had started above and Aurors were trying to calm people down.

"Shite," he swore to himself. With all the damn security on the grounds he should have realized that they weren't real Death Eaters. It was what he feared though. Having Death Eaters appear and attack his parent or Angelina.

"Riddikulus," he called out to a Death Eater that stepped around the table.

The robes turned a vibrant pink and feathers sprouted all over its head as the mask turned into a flamingo mask. By now, the crowd above had stopped. He stepped out and shouted it a few more times before forcing the boggarts back into their wardrobes.

He let out a breath and a mirthless chuckle. "Some game," he said to himself.

A hole opened in the floor and he saw the medallion. This had been the third room. The first had been a puzzle to get a key to open a door. The second he had had to brew a potion to get through a burning door. This room had been the worst.

"Cedric Diggory finished the fifth challenge. The Hogwarts Head Boy is the only one to finish five for five so far as it is just past ten," he heard an announcer at the challenge.

He grabbed the medallion and looked up. It didn't take long to see Angelina looking at him.

"As it stands, Delacour is a challenge ahead, but with only four badges having skipped this challenge. Malfoy is on her heals, having skipped the second challenge. Krum is on the second room of the fifth challenge, having issues with his potion," the announcer said.

Angelina looked spooked too from the boggarts. She blew him a kiss and smiled at him.

He had seven more badges to collect and he could already feel himself lagging a little. It had been three-and-a-half hours since sunrise and he had used every moment doing an event or getting to the next.

"Take a quick break," Angelina yelled down from the spectator area as he stepped out to his pack and broom.

He nodded and opened his pack. One of his friends had told him about muggle energy bars and he took two out of his bag. They weren't overly filling, but they had a lot of calories and they were light. He ate them quickly as Angelina was joined by his parents.

"You're doing good, Ced," his father said.

His mother looked concerned. Cedric was pretty sure those boggarts had spooked her. His aunt had been killed by Death Eaters about the time he was born. He believed Potter and Draco that they were back.

He nodded his head as he chewed. "Thanks, dad. Just remember you can't say anything," he told him. His father was part of the Ministry and it would be cheating if his father said anything.

His father smiled.

"Victor Krum is now onto the third room."

He swallowed and then took a quick drink from his thermos. Angie had helped him find a potion that quenched his thirst and replenish his magic with only a few sips. It wasn't a pepper-up potion, but it had a slight spice to it.

"Angelina," he said blowing her a kiss this time.

She smiled. "Get going you goofball."

He smirked back at her as he took out the map to the next event and mounted his broom. With a kick, he was off for the Dark Forest on the other side of the school.

-oOo-

Eighth Event, Hogwarts, Scotland

Draco got out of the water. He blasted a few more spells into the water as he scrambled up the side of the small river. He was panting. The damned grindilows had almost pulled him under. At the top of the bank he fell to his knees before flopping on his back. He was supposed to get to the damned centaurs to get the next medallion. So far he had had to avoid an acromantula, a damned goat that breathed fire and now the grindilows. Above him ran walkways that Aurors and other were on.

He cursed the damned organizers for this.

He saw movement and Pansy and Tracey were rushing to see him. He waved to them before pushing himself up. Looking at the watch Tracey had given him, he saw it was a little past noon.

"Diggory has just notched his eighth badge while Delacour is almost there. Krum seems to be lagging today, only just finishing his sixth challenge while Malfoy is close to his seventh," the voice of Bagman echoed over the course.

He snarled to hear the Bulgarian's name. He didn't care if the boy had been cleared and found to have been obliviated, and most likely imperished. It was him that had sent him to the Dark Lord.

Draco was not going to let that bastard win.

Turning, he saw the next bluebell flame marker. It was a distance away. He started to walk. After another ten minutes, he came into a clearing. It looked like the four paths all converged here.

He entered the clearing with his wand out. Anything could be waiting here. An arrow landed at his feet and he raised his wand. A single centaur entered the clearing. Around his neck was one of the medallions.

"You dare enter a Sacred Glade with your wand out," he said to Draco.

Draco took in a deep breath before slipping his wand into his sleeve. "Forgive me, Alduwin. It has been a hard journey and I did not know what this place was."

Swallowing his pride was much easier. He knew he had two choices. Either he fight the centaur or he bargain. Draco would prefer to bargain. He doubted only one was around the clearing. He also wanted to sleep in a bed tonight.

The proud creature looked at him with its black eyes for a moment. "You would surrender so quickly? Entering this Glade with a weapon or wand drawn could see you dead."

"I would assume if you wanted me dead, that arrow would not have missed," he responded.

The creature pawed the ground. "We have been asked to extend a courtesy for this event. You want this thing they have asked us to wear."

Draco nodded. "That is the quest I was charged to complete."

He knew there was a certain decorum to this. The packet had had much on magical creatures. He understood now the oaf Hagrid had actually known what he was talking about. Tracey had helped him study creatures. She knew more than Pansy or him, so he had listened.

The creature frowned. "Wizards threw the old ways away centuries ago. Why should I adhere to the old traditions?"

"I have something to offer in trade," he told him.

The chestnut stallion raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think you could have anything we would desire, youngling?"

He slung his backpack off and the centaur raised his bow and pulled back the arrow. Draco put the bag on the ground and held out his hands. "I am here under the ancient pacts. My name is Draco Malfoy. I enter your Sacred Grove in peace and ask for the same."

The centaur bared his teeth. "Youngling, if you call the ancient pacts, then your life is forfeit should you wield any weapon or break any deal. The deal we have made with the Ministry of Magic," it said with scorn, "and the other wizards will not protect you. My kin and I may not like those that wield magic like you do, but we are not keen on taking the life of younglings."

Draco looked at the centaur. "I understand, Alduwin." Draco used the ancestral name of the centaurs.

It was a long moment that the creature looked at him. "Present this trinket you wish to trade."

Draco nodded and opened his bag. A moment later he took out a small pouch. He rattled it and the sound of rocks and metal could be heard. It was starstones.

The centaur's eyes widened. "Bring it here," he told Draco. Draco did and the centaur opened the bag. It was almost a pound of the stuff. He had brought it because the metal collected from fallen stars was excellent for transfiguring small amounts into powerful runes. He knew he would be giving up an advantage for other trials, but he did not want to fight the centaur. He doubted Tracey would forgive him anytime soon if he did, and he found he rather enjoyed sharing the bed with two others.

"I accept the tithe under the old pacts, Draco Malfoy. I am Tinnian." At that, the centaur took the medallion off and handed it to him. "I would offer a boon. This is worth far more than that gold hunk. The next task is also in this wood. The centaurs can teach you how to pass it."

Draco looked at him and then up at the walkway. An official was there. Was this allowed? The official looked stunned. As did a few other onlookers. When the official didn't say anything, he nodded. "Please, Alduwin Tinnian."

-oOo-

Twelfth Task, Hogwarts, Scotland

She wiped the hair out of her face. She now had ten medallions in her pouch. She was tied with Diggory and the sun was more than half-way past its zenith.

Fleur was determined to win. She would not let the boy who killed her sister do that. He did not deserve such an honor. It still didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his effort.

Last she heard, he had nine of the badges. Cedric had started this event before she had, and he already had ten. Luckily, she was excellent at rune translations and it had only taken her twenty minutes to complete it and open the locked box.

She pocketed the medallion. As she walked out, she could see into the other curtained areas. She was surprised to see Malfoy pouring over the texts. Cedric was pulling at his hair, a small stack of papers next to him. As part of the rules, you had to finish an event once you started.

Not as many spectators were at this event. There was a cheer from a crowd and she looked towards the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. Krum was flying around trying to catch things. She had passed that event, knowing it would not be a strong suite for her.

By the sounds of it, Krum was doing well and would soon have his eighth.

Cedric suddenly gave out an exclamation of excitement. She turned to see him rush to the box. A moment later, it clicked opened and he pulled out a medallion. He now had eleven.

She let out a slew of French curses as she started to run for the next event. Though, by this time of the day, it was more of a tired jog. "Diggory gets his eleventh badge and it looks like the young Malfoy is trying his luck at the box."

"Mon dieu," she said angrily. She would need to learn to fly better. Diggory flew overhead before she was even down the hill. The next event was at the main gates.

-oOo-

Finish Tents, Hogwarts, Scotland

Albus sat quietly. He had watched a few events today, but mostly he watched the people around him.

There were not as many people here as he thought there might be. It was a day for parents to see their children and the wizarding world to celebrate a Tournament and Champions that had worked hard to be here. Where he had expected to see happy faces and excitement, instead he saw many worried and concerned when not watching an event. Voldemort was back. It was known, but many people were trying to deny it.

The heavy presence of DMLE, French and ICW Aurors was setting some of the mood. He had never seen so many on the grounds of his school. Amelia would not tell him how many, but he estimated close to a hundred. He highly doubted Voldemort would cause any issues, not after how his comeback was not what he had wanted. Severus had contacted him about a week ago. He had been able to keep that from Amelia so far. The information he had didn't threaten Harry or his Pack any more than anyone else. Because it was not a direct threat, his vows allowed him to keep his secret.

He scrunched his eyebrows.

Secrets. He had so many secrets. It was about all he had left to offer now.

It was secrets that had locked him into this cage at a time he should be moving to stop Voldemort. Instead, he had given some of his most guarded secrets to some of the people he feared most to have them. He knew none of the Unspeakables or DMLE he had talked to in the last few weeks were Death Eaters or follower of Voldemort, but the more people that knew, people he knew Voldemort would target, the greater the chance that it would get out that Voldemort could become vulnerable. What would the man do if he knew?

The more he looked at the families, friends and other around, the more he had started to doubt that it had been wise to not go directly after the man all these years. He always thought he was saving more magical blood by not directly confronting his former student.

Amelia had already started going for the direct approach. Six of Voldemort's staunchest supporters were now either waiting trial, on the run, dead or in Azkaban. The fact Lucius had not returned to Voldemort had been a large surprise. With Lucius, Bulstrode, Yaxley and Selwyn either on the run or dead, he estimated that was upwards of sixth-tenths of Voldemort's immediate monetary support gone. Most of the other Death Eaters were not that wealthy, in Azkaban or incapable of raising funds.

Draco and Harry having named them, and Amelia moving on them, was a large blow to Voldemort.

His eye twitched. He refused to call the name Tom anymore. That boy was dead. He wouldn't mourn him anymore.

His cheek twitched as he felt a shard of pain shoot up his left arm. The curse was progressing.

"Are you alright, Albus," Cornelius asked next to him.

"Yes, Cornelius. Quite alright."

The fool was in the denial camp. He wasn't sure if that was his handlers or the man himself.

Amelia was determined that he not make a figurehead of himself against Voldemort yet. Instead, the DMLE and others had put out notices and bulletins. The Prophet was still refusing to say either way, instead running stories about the trial with Crouch and end of the Tournament.

"Albus, I was hoping to talk to you," the man said. He looked around and realized that he sat alone in the top box. He doubted that had happened on its own. The fact he didn't notice concerned him.

The harm to his hand shouldn't have been that large of a distraction. Maybe he was getting old? "And what would you like to talk about, Cornelius. Last time we talked you accused me of sabotaging this Tournament and your chances for reelection at the Solstice."

The man didn't drop his congenial smile. He was gently holding his bowler hat. "Oh, let bygones be bygones. What I need to talk to you about is support at the Solstice."

Albus snorted. "Unless you haven't noticed, I don't hold any office in the Wizengamot or Ministry and my family seat is under censure."

Cornelius nodded. "Yes. It is. But you still have many that look up to you and don't believe the charges that were leveled against you. It has been sad to see such a man as you fall, but there are other ghosts in your past that could see you deposed at this school as well."

Albus laughed. The man would be dancing if he could to see him fall. Cornelius gave him an uncertain look. "Cornelius, I already have been deposed. Whatever secrets you have I assure you are less than anything Bones has on me."

Cornelius frowned. He spun his bowler once. "So, it is true. You are with Bones now."

He looked at the man before looking at the stands. "I am not with Bones, she just out played both of us. Cornelius, what do you see when you look out at those people?"

The Minister waived his hand. "What does it matter what they think. You know the power is in the Pure Bloods and old families and their allies."

That had been the way he had seen the world for over a hundred years. Power was in the hands of those that had ruled their world for the last four hundred years. It was how their world survived. Maintain the status of those that knew the world. Bring any new blood in and indoctrinate them. At one time, muggleborns had moved freely in their society, they were respected and there had been more of them. When he had been younger, probably three of every nine or ten students of the school had been muggleborns. That was when the school maintained fifteen hundred students or more every year. Now there was almost six hundred pupils, and only about one in nine or ten were muggleborn.

The stigma of being a muggleborn was already ingrained in the society his parents had brought him up in, but it wasn't taboo for a Pureblood or anyone to marry a muggleborn. Magic was magic when it came to keeping their world alive. His own mother had been muggleborn.

Then the purebloods had been hardened to believe they were better than any muggleborn as things in the world changed faster than the wizards could comprehend. Instead of learning how to live in a world that was leaving them farther and farther behind, Wizards had turtled themselves, retreating farther into their protected enclaves and rejecting those from the world outside.

That had led to the rise of Grindewald, who wanted to bring the wizards back out into the open and reclaim their status as Gods, as they once possessed in eons past. It was a dream he had believed in for a summer. Then he realized how dangerous the Muggle World was to them. Ariana was a product of that dangerous world.

When he had become Headmaster, he had placed a jinx on the Magical Registry to reduce the amount of muggleborns. He knew they needed them. The old families were not as abundant after a hundred and fifty years of powerful Dark Lords or in-fighting. Most of that brought on by centuries of inbreeding and stagnant thinking.

It was that stagnant thinking that led him to realize muggleborns were threatening to become the dominant force in his world. Thus he had put the jinx on the Magical Registry even before he became Head Master. If it had continued, then there would be far more muggleborn wizards and witches than Pure and Half-bloods already. He had removed that jinx without anyone knowing a few weeks ago as he realized he may have done real harm to the world he had been trying to protect. Next year's class was suddenly eighty-four potential students. It had been fifty-two before that. The following years was now one-hundred and four. Each class being four in ten or five in ten muggleborn.

The number of wizards needed to increase. Two of the last four years were between forty and fifty students, and the other less than eighty. It was mostly a result of the last few years of Voldemort's ascension, and his meddling in the registry.

He watched the group that flocked around Potter. It was a group of over a hundred students that sat close together without any prompting. It was first through seventh years. He had rarely seen a single boy unite so many people. He also knew that the Dumbledore coalition and Alliance would dissolve as they grew up. He was looking at the future that would save their world. A future where the wizarding world would be more inclusive and find how to adapt to the changing muggle world.

"I see students, witches and wizards. What's your point, Albus," the Minister asked. He felt the contempt the man felt for the people he was supposed to be serving. Until recently, Albus hadn't realized he had held the same contempt.

Maybe it was time to tell all his secrets and step aside? "My point is that you have many people out there afraid of Voldemort's return. If you don't walk away from your handlers, you will fall this Solstice, Cornelius. There are many who will fight him this time. I think he will find it much more difficult to control people by fear or to break into the inner circle of those that oppose him."

Cornelius bared his teeth. "He is not back, Dumbledore. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is dead. And what the bloody hell do you mean I will lose on the Solstice! Are you threatening me?"

Albus closed his eyes. Perhaps he had been standing on the wrong side of history for a long time. He still cursed the Potters, but he was starting to realize their influence was more than his ever was. He had supporters. Many of them fervently loyal to him. How many of those supporters were closer to his age than the students below?

He didn't hold the loyalty of more than half of Hogwarts the way Potter did. He was starting to realize he never held the support he thought he had.

"I am not threatening you, Cornelius. I am only stating the truth. The House of Potter is on the rise again. We once stood with them, but Harry is not Fleamont. Fleamont believed in the sanctity of blood and our world. His grandson is much more like the Muggles now. Everything is equal in most of their eyes and he has convinced many this year that that is the way."

"It is not equal, Albus. We control things. Do you want the ICW to step in? Do you want a major breach of the Statute of Secrecy?" Cornelius was growing angry.

"The ICW is already here. You and I failed on that the moment Harry was attacked last summer and did not support what he has become. The ICW backs Potter and his ideals. They back his Allies. I can convince those that still back me to vote for you, but it won't be enough, Cornelius. The House of Black and Ross are going to claim their seats. The House of Weasley is going to issue an official apology and retake their seat. It is their eldest son, Bill, who will be Lord Weasley. He thinks more like Harry. In less than two years the Prewitts will be back in the Peerage. Looking at the list of Houses either up for elevation or the Lower seats, a third or more of them back Potter or Bones and they have the votes to let them in. The Bones and Potters will become the largest Alliance."

He let that sink in for a few seconds. "My spies say Greengrass is in talks with Black. That would put them close to half with the Houses that have already informed me that they will follow Longbottom or Potter once he takes his seat. Lady Longbottom is reviving the Potter Alliance and my influence will shrink that much more."

"To compound that, some of the Dark Alliance may never return. Bulstrode and Malfoy are huge losses for them. Bulstrode's daughter cannot take up his seat unless she were to take a line continuance and bear a son. You know blood adoption will not work with no current Head-of-House. That is more than two decades before you will have a Bulstrode in the seat again. "

"Lucius is on the run, Yaxley and Selwyn are missing and suspected to be with Voldemort, and McNair is in Azkaban. That Alliance is down some of their most powerful houses and without Malfoy or Bulstrode in a seat, two of their lower Houses cannot be voted on this year, and they had three more up for elevation. You are a politician, Cornelius. You must know what this means."

The man looked very sour. His bowler hat was starting to spin in his hands.

Albus pressed his point. "You may have this election to stop them, otherwise things are going to shift in ways we haven't imagined."

"But...but... you can't be serious. Potter doesn't have that much power," the Minister responded.

He motioned towards the group of students waiting for the first Champion to come back. "Do you see that group down there," he asked.

"What of them. They are just students," Cornelius said.

He shook his head. "There are eight scions, children of seven lower houses up for election or elevation and four Heads that are giving you large issues in the Ministry. Do you know who they look up too?"

The Minister looked down at the crowd. He could tell when the man recognized his own granddaughters in the crowd. "Albus, there are students of all four houses. I also see those beasts."

"That is the power of Potter, Cornelius. The boy will never be a politician or willingly be a public figure head, but he collects people like his grandfather. They are loyal to him and I doubt that will change now. You, myself, the Governors, the werewolves and others have melded them together in a way nothing else ever has. I have never seen the like. You are losing, Cornelius. If you keep going forward with the new legislation that your Undersecretary and others have proposed, you will lose them forever. It is our time to decide if we will follow the new generation or keep as we have been going."

Albus looked at them. Greengrass, the Ladies Malfoy, Lovegood, Longbottom, Bones, Davis, Patil, Weasley, Fudge, Davis, Zabani, Abbot and others were in the group.

Cornelius licked his lips. "The House of Fudge is still in an official Alliance with Potter. If they were to take up their seat that could be troublesome."

They sat for a few minutes, both lost in their own thoughts. "Is he really back, Albus?"

"Yes, Cornelius. Voldemort is back."

The man spun his bowler in his hands rather quickly. "The Prophet hasn't been willing to print stories against it, or anything disparaging the Malfoy or Potter brats. I can't get any publication to say anything bad."

"I know."

"You know why, Albus. I know you do. You know more than anyone what is going on."

"I have word that Black has banded with Longbottom and Greengrass. They own more than half of the Prophet and its other publications now. You won't be able to pay them any price or threaten them to print what you want." He turned to look out onto the grounds as a bunch walking towards the stands had started to shout and point. A spec was racing towards the finish line.

"If you wish to have any chance of winning any of those students and their houses, you better be ready to congratulate our new Champion. Diggory is Potter's second in that group. You alienate him or Potter, and they will hate you until you die."

Albus had seen that hatred towards him. Ever since the Yule Ball, the opinion towards him and the Governors had soured among much of the school. He just hadn't realized what the looks meant until recently.

Cornelius looked extremely bothered as the boy raced towards them. A band started to play and cheering started all around them. He smiled. He had hoped Hogwarts would win, but what had it cost him?

-oOo-

Hogwarts, Scotland

Draco sat on the bench next to the tub. His body was sore and tired.

Diggory had won, but Draco knew that would probably happen before the race started. He had collected a respectable ten badges. Fleur was about five minutes behind Diggory. If she had not had the more than half hour delayed start, it would have been very close. The bastard Krum only managed eight.

As much as he hated the young man, he had to admit Krum just didn't look into it today and the boy had slunk off as soon as he could after the closing ceremony.

He sighed. He needed to get into the bath. Even with his clothes off, he was smelly, dirty and disgusting. Pansy would never let him near their bed like this, even if all he wanted to do was fall asleep.

Looking around by just turning his head that was leaning against the wall, he found himself jealous of the werewolves. It was nice in Slytherin house to have your own bathroom, but it was a quarter the size of this. Lobo House bathrooms were as large as the room he shared with Pansy and Tracey, even though they had two rooms.

There was a separate shower stall and a bath that was six feet to a side with seats in it. A bench with hooks and lockers was on one side, while a single toilet stall and a double sink was on the other.

It wasn't opulent. Instead, there was a comfortable feeling in the blue tiling and the mosaic around the tub to look like frothing waves. If this was how the less fortunate lived, it wasn't as bad as he had thought.

By now, the bath was filled with hot water. He still didn't want to move. His muscles were almost as tired as that night he had escaped with Potter. Some of the tasks had been very taxing magically and physically and it had lasted almost fourteen hours before Diggory won.

The knob on the door turned. He looked to it, knowing he had locked the door. Thus, it was surprising when the latch lifted, and the door opened. "Hey," he started before he saw Tracey poke her head in.

"Draco, you alright," she asked.

He smiled at his newest wife. "Yeah. Come in if you're coming in," he told her and then leaned his head back against the wall. His eyebrow raised to see her in a night robe. Pansy slipped in behind her before closing and bolting the door again. "Is this allowed to have you in here with me?"

Tracey grew an attractive blush. "I am your mate. The dorm will not keep you away from me and we won't be the first ones to share a bathroom."

Pansy looked at him and her nose crinkled. "I won't let you into our bed smelling like that."

He chuckled. "If I smell so bad, why are you in here?" He had to admit, as tired as he was, he felt his body recovering some to see them both in here.

Pansy undid the clasp on her night cloak and let it fall to the floor. She was in her all and she was beautiful. Merlin, he loved his wife. He was also surprised to see the lack of hair between her legs. She moved to Tracey. "Tracey was concerned that you looked too tired to move much more. I guess she was right."

"I said he smelt so tired I thought he might fall asleep in the tub," she told Pansy.

Pansy shrugged. "That would require him being in the tub." She reached up and undid the clasp on Tracey's robes. Tracey tilted her head down, looking even more embarrassed as Pansy pushed them off her shoulders.

Draco felt his blood heat up. Tracey and Pansy were both about the same height, with dark hair similar to the other and frames that screamed they were women. Pansy had a larger bust than Tracey, but Tracey had a narrower waist and larger nipples.

It has been a little shocking to see the scarring on her arm and shoulder from the attack that had turned her. Draco found he didn't care. He found them both extremely beautiful. He didn't miss that Tracey was missing the hair between her legs now too.

"And I suppose you two are going to make sure I don't drown?"

"I plan to burn those clothes you wore, clean you off, then clean the bath and get a new one drawn before you think of touching either one of us," Pansy told him.

"Pansy, I kind of wanted to get in the bath with him," Tracey told her shyly.

Draco gave a smirk before dropping it at the look Pansy was giving him. "Only after he is clean. I would prefer you be clean too before I put an arm around you tonight."

Tracey blushed even more. Pansy had been snuggling between them the last few nights. "Yes, Pansy," Tracey said.

Pansy gave the girl a smile. "Tracey, you are not a second wife," she said affectionately before giving Tracey a kiss on the cheek.

Feeling a little more energetic, he pushed himself off the bench. "Why don't you two take the bath and I'll take a quick shower before joining you."

Tracey looked at him. "Draco, we are going to wash you. I can smell how tired and sore you are." She sounded concerned for him.

"I have been through worse than that today. You two get in the bath. I won't be long."

They both looked at him as he walked over to the shower. Closing the stall, he turned the water on and then put both hands against the wall to steady himself. Maybe he was as tired as Tracey said he was.

A moment later, the shower door opened. He turned to see Tracey. "I thought Pansy said she didn't want you to smell."

She gave him a shy smile. "I guess you will have to make sure I am clean."

He felt his blood heat up again at her shy smile. He stood, not wanting to show too much weakness. She closed the door, took up the loofa and soap on the shelf and began to wash him down.

Her hair got wet as she did, clinging to her wet body and breasts. As she stood up, she took her soapy hands and wrapped them around his cock. Seeing her washing him, the water on her body, had already excited him. He let out a slow breath at the sensation her touch brought up. Where Pansy was much more confident and controlling, Tracey was more timid, using lighter touches and strokes that excited him as much as his other wife.

She didn't say anything as she looked up into his eyes and stood on her toes to give him a kiss. He moaned into her mouth as she used both hands now to clean his shaft. After a moment, she started to quicken her pace and stepped down. So far, she hadn't touched him quite like this and he found his breath quickening and a groan come out as she brought him closer to a climax. He put his arms on either side of her head and hands on the stall door to support his quivering body.

"If you keep going I'll have to really wash you off," he told her.

The shy smile she gave him sent a heat through him. "That would be a bad thing," she asked.

He put his head against hers, the water splashing onto his back as he reached down one hand to slowly take her hair and brushed it off her chest. That was as far as he got before he started to buck in her hands and then spurted all over her leg and mid section.

When he opened his eyes, she was looking at him, her hands still on him. "I made a mess," she told him.

His hands roamed over her chest as he recovered and she arched into him. She was smaller than Pansy. His hands almost perfectly cupped her while Pansy would have spilled out. He kissed her again and slowly moved one hand down between her legs. "Maybe I should wait a few before cleaning you up."

She let out a long moan as he slid his fingers over her slit. Her breath hitched and she grabbed his shoulders as he gently pushed two fingers into her for the first time. She was soon moaning and her legs quivering as he used the skills Pansy had taught him. His fingers moved in and out as he used his thumb to search out other sensitive spots. She whimpered like a wolf as she neared her climax. He had to admit he found that a huge turn on.

Her breath was coming in ragged gasps as he moved his fingers before she suddenly let out a long whine and her hands clutched his shoulders hard. Her body clenched around his fingers and he wrapped his free arm around her to keep her from falling as her legs seemed to give out.

He prolonged her orgasm by moving his fingers in her until she gasped, "Draco." He knew it was time to stop and gently pulled his fingers out. Her crotch was sopping wet and his fingers were coated in slick juices.

"My turn to clean you up," he told her.

She whimpered. "Just take us to Pansy," she whispered.

He smiled, turned the shower off and then picked her up bridal style. When he opened the shower, Pansy was floating in the bath with her eyes closed. "I hope you two are clean enough."

Tracey had her arms around his neck and head on his shoulders. "I cleaned him," Tracey said, sounding half spent.

Pansy opened her eyes to look at them. Draco stepped into the bath and Tracey settled on his lap, still holding onto him. Pansy spun around and moved to them. She knelt in the tub before them, her breasts almost completely out of the water.

"I thought you said he was tired," she said playfully to Tracey, leaning in and giving her another kiss on the cheek before giving him a quick one.

"I thought he was," Tracey said snuggling into his shoulder.

Pansy smiled. He knew Pansy didn't want Tracey to feel as though she wasn't loved, and this was the first time she had really fallen into Draco like this. Draco yawned, even seeing the lust in Pansy's eyes.

Pansy chuckled. "Are you going to be awake enough for me?"

He eyed her. "I will always have the strength for my wives. I thought you didn't like to when you were going through your monthly cycle." He knew this was about the time it would occur and she would usually get very moody and sensitive to any touching. Typically she only liked him touching her above her waist this time of the month.

"She isn't having her cycle," Tracey said moving to kiss his shoulder.

He looked down at Tracey before looking up at Pansy.

Pansy looked at Tracey a little annoyed. "That wasn't the way I was hoping to tell him," she said to her best friend.

Draco shook his head. "Wait. What is going on?"

Pansy huffed before looking at him. The lust had fallen back to be replaced with happiness and a small amount of fright. "Draco, we are going to have a child."

-oOo-

END OF YEAR 4

Year 5 to start soon...

A/N: I plan to take a small break from this story. When I start posting again, it will under this same book. Night of the Wolf will continue….