The trial of the century took place the very next day. It wasn't so much as to determine guilt, as by virtue of being the Dark Lord, Voldemort had no defense. Instead this was to get as much information out of him as possible. He had been dosed with truth serum, bound and it was so ordered that the Imperious was to be used to ensure that the information he gave was truthful.

His answer of how he survived was shocking. The dark rituals needed to craft a single horcrux, quite a number of those who heard it had to leave the chamber, his crimes too vile for them to stomach. When he was made to list the horcruxes he had made and where they were stored. It resulted in a hunt through the country to collect them all.

"This is wrong," Head Unspeakable Saul Croak stated as he had brought each of the horcruxes into the chamber. "This isn't one of them." he pointed to the locket of Salazar Slytherin that was retrieved from a cave underneath the orphanage Tom Riddle had grown up in. "It's a fake."

"Ahahaha," Voldemort cackled even through his restraints, he figured out what had happened. "It is lost forever and I shall live forever." He proudly declared. "That filthy traitor actually benefited me after all."

"You son of a bitch," Sirius shouted as he had to be restrained from trying to kill the Dark Lord. Voldemort had just been made to tell the tale of the brave Regulus Black who had agreed with Voldemort's plan to protect the wizarding world's traditions, but when he learned the true depths of the Dark Lord's madness, he did what he could to help the world and keep it from falling into darkness.

"Is there no way to find it?" Amelia asked Saul. His answer did not sound very positive.

"It could take years to develop something that might help locate it. And I'm honestly not sure if we have that time, even if we killed him," gesturing to the madman in the chair. "He could still return."

"I might have an idea," Harry grunted as being in the room with all the shards of Voldemort's soul were causing him a massive headache, but he had to be there as his presence was helping to keep the crowd calm. "I could probably find it, I am one after all." Harry mentioned to the shock of the crowd, including the Dark Lord.

"Of course," Tom cackled. "That is how you survived that night. Incredible." Genuinely impressed that it was the result of the fateful Halloween night that led to that happening.

"Shut up Tom," Harry groaned as he rubbed his forehead. "If a Black took it, we just look where he might have gone. I can't stay here, not with all of this around, I think the part of his soul is trying to get out and merge back with him and I'm pretty sure that might kill me," walking out of the chamber he needed to find a quiet place go have a lie down.

"So we'll start with the Black ancestral home," Sirius offered as he felt that would be a good place to begin the search. "I'll take Harry with me and we can look through Reggie's belongings, maybe he left a note or something."

As soon as Harry appeared in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place his headache returned. "Good news, it's here," Harry coughed as he sat down in a filthy chair. The group that came with him split up quickly to start checking the house.

"This place is disgusting, Kreacher!" Narcissa shouted for the house elf that should have been maintaining the home. "What have you been doing all this time?" She demanded to know as the elf appeared in front of her.

"Mistress Black, Kreacher is sorry, so shameful," Kreacher prostrated himself. "I's not keeping up on duties. Not since Kreacher fail Master Reggie."

Smirking as she realized she may have just dug up a clue. Narcissa decided to press for more information. "Kreacher, did cousin Reggie return here with a locket, similar to this one." Holding up the fake.

"Mistress finds the locket," Kreacher gasped as he stumbled back. "Hows."

"We have captured the Dark Lord and we need to destroy his horcruxes to be rid of him." Narcissa explained.

The crotchety old house elf looked gleeful for the first time in over a decade as he quickly ran to his space and pulled out the real locket. "Is you thinking you can destroy it?" Kreacher asked. "It strong magic, nothing Kreacher does works. Kreacher a bad elf," Kreacher sighed.

Narcissa held it up to her husband who recoiled away in pain. Quickly pulling it away from him and handing it to an unspeakable who placed it in an iron box. "Yes, that would be it, and we will destroy it, I promise." Narcissa said as she tended to her husband's pain. The training she had gotten from Madame Pomfrey was exceedingly useful at the moment.

"Good news Melie," Sirius said as he returned to the chamber. "We found it." waving the iron box in his hand as he put it on the table next to the others. The recovery of the tiara had caused much relief with the Hogwarts staff as Luna said the castle's Wrackspurt problem was going away. After a brief discussion, the initial impression among the Hogwarts staff was that the horcrux being stored in the Room of Requirement, a magical room that was created by the castle itself, was able to taint the wards of the school into working for the benefit of Voldemort.

"Now we just need to find a way to destroy them," Albus said as he looked at the ring covetously. He was almost certain he knew what the stone was.

"I recommend basilisk venom, it worked on the diary for me," Harry said as he came back into the chamber.

"And just where will we get basilisk venom you stupi-," The minister's undersecretary started to rant before Tonks shot her in the back with a stunning spell.

"Thanks," Harry smiled at one of his wives for having his back, besides the horcruxes causing him incredible pain he didn't need that shrill fat toad adding on to it. "I could get some from Salazar's basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets." he offered as he was certain the dead snake would still have plenty of venom. "Or I could use the Sword of Godric Gryffindor." He shrugged as he realized that route might be faster.

"You're going to need to write a book series to explain everything that happened to you." Fleur said.

"Probably," Harry nodded in agreement. "Headmaster could you call Fawkes here and have him bring the Sorting Hat?"

"Certainly," Albus nodded as the phoenix appeared in the chamber and dropped the hat on the floor in front of Harry.

"You certainly don't do half measures do you?" The Hat asked.

"Not really my style, so can I please have the Sword of Gryffindor again? Harry requested.

"I can do that, it does belong to you after all." The hat told him as the hilt shimmered into being for Harry to draw once more.

"I might have some questions about that." Harry mentioned before he walked towards the closest horcrux to him, he slammed the blade down on the tiara. The benefit of both objects being of goblin make was that they were equally as durable, thus neither broke. However the hellish shriek from Voldemort, the soul shard and Harry's own pain caused the audience to cover their ears. A few moments later the sound stopped and Harry picked up the headdress without pain.

"One down," he said as he took stock of the number of times he was going to have to do this again. "five more to go."

Each of the women who loved Harry were crying as they watched Harry subject himself to such pain, over and over, each object struck by the sword caused great agony on him. "Just one more," Harry huffed as he struggled to lift the blade above the ring before bringing it back down and shattering the metal band that held the stone.

With a clatter Harry dropped the sword, falling to his knees. As much as everyone wanted to intervene the vagueness of the prophecy might require that Harry be the one to do all the work. "And then, there was me," Harry said as he looked at the blade. "I really, really hope you are right about this," Harry said to the Unspeakable who was also hoping he was too. If not then he realized he would rather have fallen on the sword instead.

As soon as Harry impaled himself on the blade, Amelia rushed over to pull it back out. "Narcissa," she called out as the blonde witch began to heal her husband. "Fawkes, we need tears." Amelia said as she wasn't sure if those were the phoenix's or her own.

For a moment the chamber was silent, they knew the plan, they didn't like the plan, but they watched as the witches surrounded their husband or future husband for a few seconds, that felt like hours ticked by.

"Why is he not moving?" Luna shook Harry's arm. "Wake up," she sobbed. "It's not supposed to end this way, wake up." She was remembering her own mother who died, herself too young to fully understand it at the time, but to see Harry's lifeless corpse on the floor was distressing.

"Please, please, open your eyes," Narcissa said as she kept trying to start his heart with a spell.

"Saul you better say your prayers," Amelia snarled at the man who had told them this was the only way.

"You said you wouldn't make me a widow Harry," the metamorph wiped her tears. "Why did you lie to me? You shouldn't do that."

"Harry, if you don't come back to life right now, I am, I am, I don't know what I'll do, please, come back to us." Fleur wept as she cradled Harry's head.

A sudden intake of air from Harry as he opened his eyes, the noise and movement freezing everyone in place. "I love you," was all he could say. Harry had planned on saying something snappy if everything worked out but seeing the sorrow on the faces of the people he cared about he couldn't do it and could only say the words they needed to hear.

It took a few minutes of them hugging and kissing Harry before he stood up. "And that's all the horcruxes dealt with Tom, you're just as mortal as the rest of us. Well, not quite, seeing as how you're going to die now." Harry explained as he picked up the sword once more. "Also, there's a lot of people on the other side waiting for you." Bringing the blade down on the madman's neck, decapitating him in one stroke.

The chamber erupted into the thunderous applause at the execution of the dark lord.

That revelry and parties continued for days in celebration.

"Mister, oh my goodness, Potter," Minerva moaned as Harry pumped his hips into her.

"Minnie, I'm not a student of yours any more, call me Harry," he chuckled as he watched his old professor squirm underneath him.

"Harry, fuck me good," Minerva exclaimed as she tossed aside her stoic nature and succumbed to the pleasure. "This pussy needs a pounding Harry." digging her fingernails into the fabric of the sheets of her bed. After finalizing his transfer papers out of Hogwarts, he came back the next day to see his professors one last time and to say his goodbyes.

Minerva, the new headmistress had reminded Harry of his promise to her, after a gap in people coming to see and talk to him. Harry helped christen her new office by shagging her on the desk, the carpet, against the walls and finally they took their activities upstairs to the bedroom.

"Oi, I see why Fleur," Nurse Yvette moaned as Harry plunged his cock in her anus. "Loves you so much." Her large breasts bouncing as Harry rammed his dick into her bum. She had been surprised in her office by the naked young man and after a quick explanation, Harry was defiling her guts with his cock. Something about sexy nurses was a major turn on for the young man.

Panting like he just ran a marathon, which considering the number of women he was satisfying on a daily basis, was telling as he had been fucking almost nonstop for the last three hours, his summer was taken up with a lot of lessons on the French language and dealing with everyone coming to him for advice on everything. The sex was even more important for him as a way to relieve his stress, that it was fun and very enjoyable for himself and his partners just made it all the better.

"And I now pronounce you husband and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife."

"He's impressive, no doubt," Amelia shook her head as she lay next to an equally tired Narcissa. Harry had done his duties as a husband and made sure to bugger each of his wives that night, before getting to a wedding present from one of his wives. "But he's going to throw out his back."

"Should we be worried that he's not been saying a word the last two hours?" Tonks asked as she rubbed her larger belly, the baby was on the way and she'd be ready to deliver by the start of fall.

"I zink 'e is running on instinct at ze moment," Fleur cooed as she watched her husband heft her headmistress up by her thighs.

"FUCKING!" Maxime screamed as she felt the young English boy's fat cock shove into her folds, her orgasm making her hug Harry to her tightly.

"She doesn't even last more than a thrust," Luna shook her head. "Amateur." She had been proud of the fact that she could shove all of Harry in whatever hole he wanted without any assistance. Which was something the other women were trying to figure out how even Tonks couldn't do that without shifting her insides around a bit.

The half-giant woman had quickly been reduced to barnyard sounds as Harry groaned and thrust himself up into her snatch, even being much larger than the human, Harry was properly equipped to reshape Olympe's guts with his cock.

"Did we remember any contraceptive charms?" Amelia wondered as she couldn't recall if they did or not.

"Does it really matter Minister?" Narcissa smirked, she had been awful after Amelia was quickly put into the position after Fudge's corruption was unearthed. Amelia didn't even have a chance to protest before she was sworn in, the wife of the Hero of Britain, was enough to get her the position and Narcissa would take every chance to tease her about it.

"I guess not."

"Amelia," Albus said as he entered the new Minister's office. "I was wondering, if you kept the remains of the horcruxes?"

Amelia's face betrayed no emotions, she had known this day would come. Luna Potter had explained what that stone was and after Harry pulled out his invisibility cloak, the tale of the Deathly Hallows was explained. That was the fable Stone of Resurrection, her husband owned the Cloak of Invisibility.

"So what does that mean?" Harry asked looking up from his father's gift in the parlor of his French Manor.

"Well you would be the Master of Death if you collected them all." Narcissa said as she had heard the tale growing up as a little girl, but was certain that it had only been a tale. But now, it seemed that was not so.

Harry sat quietly as he listened to Luna tell the tale of the Deathly Hallows, the three brothers who seemed to have cheated Death. When she was done Harry clenched the cloak in his hands. "They have to go back," Harry said solemnly.

"What has to go back?" Fleur questioned.

"These things," holding up his cloak. "They don't belong here." Looking around the room at his wives, who were curious about his thoughts. "When I died, I saw my mom and dad," Harry sighed, having not said much about what he saw after he stabbed himself, he had been incredibly guarded in that information. "They were proud, surprisingly, my mom more than my dad," Harry chuckled as he wiped a stray tear. "She said she was happy I found such beautiful women who love me." Looking around the room smiling at his wives. "But, I realized something, you can't cheat Death. Tom tried, because he was afraid of dying. And Death has no master."

"Then how do we dispose of them?" Tonks wondered.

Through the gate, the howling door, into the land of nevermore,

Return what does not belong, heed this warning and hear my song,

The stick, the stone, the cloak, once returned a gift you earned

I have decreed it, I am ע̛̋͑̆̒͏̻̖ז̴̛̯̫̭͇͕͒ͧ̅ͦ̾͟ר̢̞̯̹̺̌́͊͛̎ͩ́͘א̣̤̮͇ͯͫ̈́ͦא̛̳̙͉̙̗̠̥ͤ̇́̿͆͌ͥ̇͠ל͙͉̻͉̖ͭ̀͂̋̒̽̿̅͑.

Luna slumped to the floor after delivering the words of what would seem to be a prophecy, but those in the room knew what it really was. "Well I guess it's decided, we'll just need to find the Elder Wand then," Amelia chuckled nervously.

It took a bit of time but they tracked down that Gellert Grindlewald was the last known holder of the Death Stick, which meant that only one person could possibly have it.

Bringing herself mentally back to the conversation at hand. "I have," Amelia nodded. " I would prefer to not stand if this is going to be a long conversation, her bloated belly coming along nicely with the pregnancy" she motioned to a chair, offering the headmaster a seat, so that she could take her own again.

"Why thank you," Albus smiled, happy that this was going so well, he'd switch out the stone for a cheap replacement and then get the cloak back from Harry, it would be much safer for all the Hallows to be in one place, where he could easily guard them.

"If you don't mind me requesting that my husband joins in on the discussion, as being they were Horcruxes, I would like his input," tossing some floo powder into the fireplace.

Not sure where Minister Potter was going with the discussion, but he understood that it would make sense to involve Harry if Tom's horcruxes were being talked about and he couldn't think of a reason to deny her. "No, I guess that would be alright."

"Harry, my love, it's time." Amelia said sweetly into the Beauxbatons dorm room.

"Ahh Headmaster," Harry Potter greeted Albus as he stepped through the flames. The baby blue Beauxbatons uniform fitting him very well, rather than the standard Hogwarts black. Harry seemed a bit taller as well, with some more muscle packed on than in previous years. "It's good to see you."

"And any chance I get to see you my darling wife, is a blessing," Leaning forward to lock lips with his wife.

"Mmm, Harry," Amelia called out as Harry began to pepper her face and neck with kisses. "We, ooooh, do that again later. Need to discuss the Horcruxes with Albus." pointing her hand at the wizard who was patiently waiting.

"Right, right, business before pleasure." Harry said as he leaned on Amelia's chair. "It does make the pleasure that much sweeter though."

"You are incorrigible," Amelia snorted back a laugh.

"Yes, quite, Harry, Minister, I would like to examine the items Tom had turned into Horcruxes that the Ministry kept." Albus explained. "I wish to confirm my suspicions."

"That the stone is in fact the Resurrection Stone of legend?" Harry asked bluntly.

"Wha-what?" Albus sputtered.

"Professor Dumbledore, I don't want to play games with you, we have the stone, it's in the Department of Mysteries." Harry said as he extended his hand to his wife so they could walk together out of the office.

"Then I must have it." Albus declared. "I will need to keep it safe, the Deathly Hallows are." Hurrying to follow the couple, hoping that this would be a quick visit as they both seemed to understand the gravity of the situation.

"Not ours sir," Harry interrupted. "You heard the story, at least I assume as much since you are aware of them. Did it not occur to you that they were cursed by Death. He looked at three arrogant wizards and then played them like fools. The fact that Ignotus Peverell survived so long to pass on the cloak was that he knew Death would come for them all."

The trio rode the lift down to the bottom floor. "Death knew they would never find happiness with the gifts. It's why he gave them away, they cheated him out of the deaths of those who would have died. He in turn ensured that those items would cause even more. No one cheats Death, not without a very steep price."

As the room spun to open the door to the Veil of Death. "Sir, they have to go back, they do not belong in this world, their existence breeds trouble, how many promising lives cut short all to wield the wand you hold. How many have succumbed to madness when the stone gave them what they wanted."

"But the cloak." Albus questioned.

"It's a nice cloak, that's for sure, but the tale told us, we were never meant to hide from Death. Death is not the enemy sir. Even your friend Nicholas understood that, he wanted a long and full life, but he never tried to make it last forever." Harry extended his hand. "Please sir, give me the wand. Put the legend to rest."

Albus looked down at the empty hand of a young man he considered to be a friend and then to the stick of death in his grasp. "But the Master of Death."

"Would it be worth it if it was true, to be immortal, to watch everyone live lives, to change, while you remain the same? I wouldn't want that for myself. Change is good," Squeezing his wife's hand. "Sir, I ask you again, as a friend, please, give me the wand."

Sighing with a smile, Albus handed over the wand. "I recall your first year, when only someone who truly wanted something, but would never use it, would find it. I think you've done that again here today."

Tossing the stick into the silvery mist, Harry lifted the small stone and threw it through the archway. "And lastly the cloak." Harry said as he pulled it out of his pocket. "I'm gonna miss it one day," he said as he relinquished the familiar fabric into the void from whence it came.

"I think," Albus said as he looked much older, after seeing the Hallows removed from the world. "That I would like some ice cream."

"I think that's a great idea Albus," Harry nodded. "I hear Fortesque has a new lemon sherbert."

The old man who had held on to so much throughout his life, shambled slowly with his former students out of the chamber. "That sounds lovely Harry," sending the young man next to him a genuine smile.

Deathly Hallows, Real and Removed

The title of the Quibbler article stated, in it, the details of the three relics, how they were found and how they were disposed of to ensure that everyone in the magical world knew they were gone. It was an international scandal, every other nation had been furious with the British Ministry for deciding that on their own without consulting the rest of the heads of state.

Amelia weathered the political storm gracefully. She was resolute that the amount of people who claimed they should have been used or studied assured her that she made the right decision in trusting her husband's decision. "It is with much sorrow that I look out upon this stage and see such anger. So many who believe it to be unwise or selfish to deny others the opportunity for power with the Deathly Hallows. Unfortunately, I have a very wise husband who realized the pain and suffering caused by their existence, who knew, without a doubt that people would seek to use it for their own gain, that the cycle would never end once they were confirmed to exist. The amount of bloodshed, backstabbing and chaos that would be as people tried to claim them for their own."

"I know some of you may believe yourselves above reproach, but that is not the issue, how long until someone less reputable, less caring, less forgiving, is in control of them all. How long until wars are waged to have them. When does it end?" she demanded to know of the amassed crowd. When none could answer she left without a comment, back to her home and to her loving family.

"You did this to meeeee!" Tonks roared.

"I know and I'm going to do it again and again," Harry promised as he held his wife's hand as she went into labor.

Tonks sighed. "You know, you really take the fun out of childbirth when you're so bloody smug about it."

Harry shrugged. "It's not my fault magic makes it quick, easy and painless," Harry said as he was given his first born child.

"Would it kill you to pretend?" Tonks rolled her eyes.

"Probably not, but, I can't wait until I put another baby in you." Harry said as he rubbed his wife's stomach.

"Do you have a pregnancy kink?" Tonks asked.

"I don't think so, I just love the idea of having a big family, with my beautiful wives and lots of children to love with all of my heart." Harry answered by kissing the back of Tonks' hand.

"Mr. Potter, if you are trying to make me fall in love with you, I already have." Tonks snickered.

Leaning over and kissing her lips. "Mrs. Potter, I want to fall in love with you every day of my life, and I hope I can be the man who makes you do the same."

"Oh bugger, you are really making it hard to want to wait to get knocked up again." Tonks lovingly sighed. "Have you thought of a name?"

"I was thinking of letting your mother decide." Harry teased.

"You better not, she would give him some awful name like Horatio or Plumberbington." Nymphadora lamented.

"And you would love him just the same, with all your heart." Harry rested his forehead to Tonks'. "But if it makes you feel better, I was thinking of Alexander."

"Interesting choice," Tonks smiled as she liked that name. "What made you pick it."

"Well Narcissa, Bellatrix and Andromeda all have Greek origins, and I figure with all the love and support we'll give our children, one of them is bound to take over the world," Harry smirked. "So I figured why not start with the first one."

"Mr. Potter, I sense a bit of cunning," Tonks cackled as she heard his 'sinister' plan.

"Harry, please," Fleur begged as the witch lay in bed surrounded by her sister-wives. "We cannot take anymore," her tone exhausted from the ravishing Harry gave them.

"Sorry," Harry apologized as he looked at his sweaty and panting naked wives. He carefully tended to the ladies as he had lost himself in his lust again.

"We might need another witch," Amelia admitted as she felt more worn out than when she was in training to be an auror. And she was not nearly as young as she was back then.

"Or two," Narcissa considered. "It is like he builds more stamina every year." Narcissa wondered as to the limits of her husband's ability to shag them all senseless.

"I know, those 'birthday gifts' never last long enough to satisfy him," Fleur wondered.

"It's a shame Hermione is happily married," Tonks commented.

"How about a few athletic witches," Luna said as she pulled out a magazine from under the mattress, it was already marked with notes about Quidditch players, quite a number of them already had the words written, "Enthusiastic but incompatible" or "Christmas present only."

"Huh Gwenog Jones?" Tonks hummed. "I'm friends with her twin sister Hestia. Maybe we get Harry a matching set."

Harry had put his hands on his hips while his wives spoke about him as if he wasn't there. "Do I get a say in the women I marry?"

"Since when have you ever," they responded as one.

"Fair enough," Harry relented as he left the women to their machinations while he went to partake in his second favorite pastime, spoiling his babies rotten.

"Draco's girlfriend Astoria has an older sister," Narcissa suggested.

"We'll put out some feelers, have to make sure she's Potter material." Fleur said as she laid back and rubbed her swollen stomach, if she wasn't currently pregnant, she would be again with how enthusiastic Harry was with his love making.

Harry took each of the suggested ladies on dates, and while he was not unused to dating, as a married man, it felt too much like he was cheating. It took his wives taking him out on "double dates" where his date would be one of the prospective future wives. That they then had him watch a passionate love making session as a reward for each good date.

Slowly after a couple of good dates, the other women were brought in to ease Harry into having more wives.

"Headmistress," Harry smiled as he brought his first born child to the carriages.

"Monsieur Potter, always a pleasure to see you," Olympe greeted the young man. "It's so unfortunate that you have gotten older." It had been a few years since she had been intimate with Harry as he moved out of the age range she was attracted to. "Mmm, another young English boy." She cooed as she got a whiff of Alexander's scent.

"Just make sure to wait a few years," Harry waggled his finger at the headmistress knowingly.

"I'm sure I can manage, but the contingency of Veela students may feel otherwise." Olympe warned as young Alexander was surrounded by half a dozen young Veela who all thought he was the cutest thing in the world.

"Have fun son," Harry shouted as he left with the wives and other children who came to see Alexander off. "But not too much." Turning back to his wives. "He's gonna have a kid of his own by fifth year, no doubt about that."

"Like father, like son," Fleur chuckled as they led the over two dozen children back home.