AN: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter universe except the crazy ideas I may write about for your viewing pleasure.

Review Commentaries:

spedclass: I plan to continue updating, thanks for the reviews!

the DragonBard: I do not recall if I included Shinji later on or not. I'm making edits chapter per chapter, so bear with me here. Hopefully you'll enjoy the story again after the edits.

(Story)

If there was one thing one Mr. Harry Potter did not like, it was being the center of attention. So when he had grabbed his usual goblet of pumpkin juice, he had expected with some semblance of reasonable logic that he would, within seconds, receive the cool taste of its' sweet liquid upon his tongue and feel it wash down his gullet. Instead, he felt a draft running between his legs.

He was rather perplexed when he could feel the rough woodwork of the table more definitively than he could remember. It felt as if he could feel every single grain and ridge of the seat he was sitting on. In his normal day to day experience at Hogwarts, that had never happened. It was always a roughness hidden behind his pants.

Another oddity he noticed which perplexed him was that as he tried to make sense of these things, there was an eerie quietness to the Great Hall which he also could not remember being there before now. It seemed so still he couldn't make sense of it. What was even more odd, was that when he looked up, Hermione seemed to be flushing this bright Weasley red from her cheeks to her ears, she was burning a deep red.

And there, beside Hermione, for some reason Ron had a bit of blood dripping from his nose. A glaze to his eyes. That look reminded Harry of Voldemort so much it sent shivers down his spine. It looked like when Voldemort found Bellatrix alone with Nagini in his nightmares. Well, it was either the look or the hot breath on his neck.

Craning his neck around Harry looked to see who was breathing on him, invading his personal space so much. The bright red Weasley hair was all he could see at first, before from behind the curtain Ginny's face emerged. If Hermione or Ron's reaction to whatever had been odd, Ginny's looked downright bizarre to Harry. Her eyes were very, unnaturally wide. There was a redness across her cheeks, and for some reason her Hogwarts uniform seemed to be so much skimpier than normal. The Hogwarts skirt wasn't supposed to be high up was it?

Standing ever so slowly, Harry prepared to make a run for it. H was unaware of the gigantic sweat drop on his forehead. He was also unaware of his complete nudity, not to mention utterly unaware of the futility of his hopes to escape whatever had happened once he reached for his goblet. It was the price of poison after all.

As if time had found its' pace again, Harry made his run for it. Dashing past the towering Ginny behind him, he felt the sharp smack of her hand on his rump. Not bothering to let it bother him for the moment, Harry made seemingly impossible jumps, dives, and sliding halts all around the Great Hall as all the women, and gay men, ran after him. He never wanted to think of how Dean pushed others aside to flash him.

From the rafters several men sat and watched in merry amusement. One, a rather ordinary Japanese face, black hair that came in a slight ponytail, and priest's white robes, worried for the poor boy. It was difficult having women chase you everywhere, as you did everything. He spotted a few of the British girls who reminded him of his six loves. He actually spotted a regal purple haired looking girl with long pigtails running down to her feet and he actually hid behind another. No Need to be Spotted!

The boy he hid behind didn't exactly look like a boy at the moment. In fact, with red hair and a long pigtail, not to mention great melons unbound, would convince anyone that this 'boy' was indeed a girl. After a few questions, the subject wasn't touched on much. Not with a style like Anything Goes. The 'boy' who was a girl at the moment snorted at the less adventurous man. Of course he suffered from the same disease. All powerful except when it came to his wives. He felt bad for the boy behind him sometimes, he had to deal with six wives, rather than five.

Sitting beside the two a boy with brown hair and glasses sighed. Those two were always at it in some way. The cowardly one who had beautiful alien wives. The rambunctious one who had martial artists for wives. Well, three martial artists, one con-artist, and a kitchen artist. He on the other hand had seven wives to deal with, from his first wife in the orange haired love of his life, to the little brown skinned, white haired girl. He nearly fell off the rafters as he imagined all of his wives naked on their wedding night. He was brought out of his reminiscing as he heard loud crashes below. He nearly fell off again and he was ever so grateful for the boy next to him for catching him. It wouldn't help to interrupt the Initial Chase when the process had already begun.

There were seven of the next man, sitting all side by side, to each enjoy the sight of someone else being chased around. He himself had too many wives to count anymore. There was the blond in the purple suit, and the pink haired girl with green eyes. There was the tall woman in the mesh suit and the red haired girl from another village. There were like, three princesses he was married to, and his own ba-chan. Yeah...too many to count. All seven of him felt a headache coming on. Running a hand through the bright sunshine yellow hair, his blue eyes followed with a great mischievousness. How fun this was. He felt seven pairs of hands cover his mouth as his best friend stopped him from screaming, "YOSH!"

It was the least unlikely candidate to interrupt the moment. A man in green, without his bright blue wife, he was perhaps the luckiest amongst all the men. He only had four wives. Unsheathing his blue hilt sword, he screamed out, "YAGH!"

As if it were the easiest thing alive, everyone stopped. The men on top of the rafters stopped in their horse play, and the women down their in the Great Hall stopped chasing around a poor, slightly worse for wear Harry Potter, still naked as the day he was born. Even the butterflies chasing Harry had stopped to hover in the air.

Naruto stood there for all to bear witness to his great words. As Hokage he had to have something great to say, right? There, in front of everyone, he turned around and dropped his pants, revealing his shiny behind to everyone. It had the effect Naruto had desired as the Number One Surprising Ninja, everyone was temporarily blind but Harry, ho took his opportunity to run out of the front doors.

Tenchi burrowed his head into Ranma's shirt further, crying at the sight. Keitaro took the opportunity to cry with Sasuke, while Link just rolled his eyes and tried to keep from falling off the rafters. Naruto just laughed and laughed giving the peace sign, "Take that fools! Naruto strikes again!" His only answer was a pink haired woman's frying pan to the back of his head. Naruto had no idea how she managed to know when he was misbehaving.

Meanwhile Harry just prayed to whatever God was helping him, though we know they're laughing at him at this point, as he looked for a new place to hide. He was still unaware he'd been inducted into a madman's scheme to haremize the entire multiverse.

(Story)

AN: May 4th, 2011: And there we have it! I have finally begun making edits to Haremization! I hope you enjoy! Please review!