Harry's Point of View-
Date: Tuesday, November 10th, 1987 (3 years, 9 months, 3 weeks left of training)
Location: Buckingham Palace, Westminster, London-
Three days had passed since we began our training. Every day was filled with rigorous exercises, magical practices, and strategic discussions. We were pushing ourselves to the limit, determined to be ready for anything. On this particular morning, I discovered something unusual in the room I shared with my bound mates at Buckingham Palace.
Mounted on the wall was a basketball-sized, see-through golden crystal. It glowed with a soft, ethereal light, catching everyone's attention. Hermione was the first to ask, "Harry, what is that?"
I smiled, recognizing it instantly. "It's part of the large see-through golden crystal that holds one of our bound mates, Lilla. Her soul is at Hogwarts...well, it's more like she is Hogwarts. This acts as a container for her and a focusing crystal. If it's here, that means…"
Before I could finish my sentence, Lilla materialized in front of us. Her mate mark glowed softly, stunning everyone in the room. Fleur's eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed, "Lilla, you're here!"
Lilla gave a warm smile to everyone. "Yes Fleur, I'm here. Harry, could you please get your grandmother and the head of Director for Security Liaison? I have important information to share."
I nodded and quickly left the room, returning shortly with my grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, and the head of Director for Security Liaison. They looked curious and slightly concerned as they entered the room.
Once everyone was settled, Lilla began to explain. "Minerva McGonagall, one of your bound mates, has a mate mark as well. She was aged back to 20 but can make herself look like her usual self to fool Albus. She's been attending meetings at Hogwarts. Recently, Dumbledore called a meeting with the staff, expressing concern over Harry's disappearance from Privet Drive. He's insisting Harry needs to be with his family for protection against Death Eaters, not realizing the true threat they posed."
Artemis's expression darkened. "If his mind is the same as it was last time around, he'll try to get the charges dropped and send Harry back to Vernon, Dudley, and Marge. He wants to come out looking like the hero of the wizarding world… A few of my daughters still have nightmares about Harry dying before coming back. None more so than Amy, who is here with us."
Hearing this, I walked over to my daughter, Amy, and pulled her into a loving fatherly embrace. Her eyes reflected the pain of those memories as she whispered, "I still remember it clearly, Dad... But now, we have a chance to change things and make sure it doesn't happen... Please hold me for a little bit. I need this hug for the moment."
I held her close, feeling her trembling slightly in my arms. "We will change things, Amy. We won't let anything happen to you or any of us. You're safe now, and we'll make sure it stays that way."
Fleur, Hermione, and Gabrielle joined us, their presence adding to the sense of security and love. Hermione gently stroked Amy's hair. "He's right, sweetie. You have us, your mothers, to help with that as well."
Fleur added softly, "You also have your other mothers who you've yet to meet, but know that they would say the same thing. We're all here for you."
Amy nodded, her tears slowing. "Thank you, all of you. I'm so glad we have this chance to be together and to change things for the better."
As we stood there, united in our resolve, I knew we had the strength and determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Date: Tuesday, November 17th, 1987 (3 years, 9 months, 2 weeks left of training)
Location: National Shooting Centre, Queen's Road, Bisley, Surrey, UK-
The air was crisp and cold as we gathered at the National Shooting Centre. The expansive grounds were bustling with activity. Policemen, military personnel, and members of the royal guard were present, their presence not only for security but also to help us with our training. My bound mates, the twenty huntresses—my daughters—my grandmother, and I were ready to face the rigorous training ahead.
The range was a hive of disciplined chaos, with rows of targets set up and various firearms neatly arranged on tables. The clinking of ammunition, the hushed murmurs of instructions, and the occasional crack of a gunshot filled the air. Hermione, Fleur, Gabrielle, and I were about to dive headfirst into a world we had only ever seen from a distance.
"Alright, everyone," said Captain Reynolds, a stern-looking man from the royal guard who was in charge of our firearms training. "Today, we'll start with the basics and work our way up. Safety is paramount. Listen carefully and follow instructions to the letter."
We started with revolvers and handguns. The weight of the revolver felt foreign in my hand, but I was determined. Hermione, Fleur, and Gabrielle stood by my side, equally focused. Under the watchful eyes of the instructors, we learned how to load, aim, and fire. The recoil was jarring at first, but we quickly adapted.
"Good job, Harry!" Hermione called out after I managed to hit the target close to the bullseye. Her own shots were improving rapidly, her determination evident.
"Thanks, Hermione! You're doing great too!" I replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie growing stronger with each passing minute.
We progressed to assault rifles, battle rifles, and carbines. The weapons were more complex, but with each shot fired, our confidence grew. Captain Reynolds and his team were patient, guiding us through each step, correcting our stances, and ensuring we understood the mechanics and safety protocols.
After hours of intensive training with firearms, we moved to another part of the range where Artemis, Zoe, and my daughters—the huntresses—awaited us. Their faces were calm and composed, embodying the spirit of skilled archers. They had set up a series of targets and were ready to teach us the art of archery.
Artemis handed me a bow, her eyes shining with pride. "Remember, Harry, this is not just about strength. It's about focus, control, and patience."
I nodded, taking the bow and feeling its weight. As Artemis, Zoe, and the huntresses demonstrated, we watched closely, absorbing their techniques. Drawing the bowstring back, feeling the tension, and releasing the arrow felt almost meditative. The thud of arrows hitting the targets echoed around us, a rhythm of growing skill and determination.
Hermione was a natural, her arrows finding their mark with precision. "This feels... right," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "Almost like magic."
Fleur and Gabrielle were equally impressive, their grace translating into their archery skills. "C'est magnifique," Fleur remarked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction after a particularly good shot.
Over the week, we cycled through various weapons: handguns, submachine guns, shotguns, sniper rifles, and machine guns. Each session was grueling but rewarding. The military and royal guards were relentless in their training, ensuring we were proficient and safe.
In the evenings, we gathered around a fire, muscles sore but spirits high. My grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, often joined us, her presence a comforting reminder of our purpose and the support we had. She watched our progress with pride, knowing that we were preparing for the battles ahead.
"Harry," she said one evening, her eyes soft with affection, "you're doing incredibly well. Your determination and the bond you share with your mates and daughters are your greatest strengths."
"Thank you, Gran," I replied, feeling a surge of gratitude. "We're all in this together. We'll be ready for whatever comes our way."
As the week drew to a close, we stood at the range, a united front. We had learned, adapted, and grown stronger together. The future held many uncertainties, but with the skills we were developing and the bonds we were strengthening, we faced it with unwavering resolve.
"We've come a long way in a short time," Artemis said, looking at us all with pride. "But this is just the beginning. We'll continue to train, to grow, and to protect each other. We're ready for whatever comes next."
And with that, we knew that we were not just preparing for a battle but forging a future where we could stand together, united and strong.
Location: Buckingham Palace, Westminster, London, United Kingdom
Current Date: Tuesday, December 1st, 1987 (3 years, 8 months, 30 days left of training)
It had been two weeks since our intensive training at the National Shooting Centre, and the rhythm of our daily life had settled into a demanding but rewarding routine. We were gathered in one of the larger meeting rooms in Buckingham Palace, planning the detailed outline of our 3 years, 9 months, and 0 weeks training program.
Present were Hermione, Fleur, Gabrielle, Artemis, Zoe, my twenty daughters—the huntresses, my grandmother Queen Elizabeth II, and the head of the Director for Security Liaison. We were deep in discussion, mapping out training schedules and strategic goals, when a Royal guard approached us.
"Excuse me," he said, catching everyone's attention. "A Miss Amelia Susan Bones and her niece Susan Bones wish to talk to you. They are at the gate, and their left hands are glowing."
My grandmother, ever the astute observer, responded promptly, "They must be one of Harry's bound mates. Please, escort them here immediately."
The guard nodded and hurried away. Moments later, he returned, leading Amelia and Susan into the room. The sight of them was startling. Like Minerva, Amelia appeared to have been aged back to about 20 years old. Susan's eyes were filled with tears, and her expression was one of relief mixed with overwhelming emotion.
Without hesitation, Hermione and I approached Susan and pulled her into a comforting embrace. "It's going to be okay," I murmured as she sobbed quietly.
Between sobs, Susan managed to say, "I remember everything from the last time around. I'm so grateful for this second chance."
As Susan calmed down, Amelia took the opportunity to explain the reason behind their unexpected visit. "Before coming here, I visited Bellatrix in Azkaban," she revealed, causing a ripple of tension in the room. "I noticed that the dark mark on her arm was lighter in color. It also seemed she had a mate mark, but it was faintly visible. She was behaving...normally, unlike her usual self."
Artemis, whose insights into magical bonds were unparalleled, frowned deeply. "If what you are saying is true, Amelia, then the dark mark is laced with dark magic controlling her. It means she hasn't been in her sound mind for as long as she's had that mark on her arm."
A heavy silence fell over the room as we processed the implications. Artemis's revelation stirred a mix of emotions, notably anger and compassion.
Zoe, ever concerned, placed a gentle hand on Artemis's shoulder. "Are you alright?" she asked softly.
Artemis shook her head, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. "Bellatrix has the mate mark, which makes her one of the bound. She's been locked up in her own mind, manipulated by dark magic."
I felt a surge of resolve. "We have to save her," I stated firmly, addressing everyone in the room. "She's one of us, one of the bounded. If there's a chance to free her from this manipulation, we must take it."
The room was charged with a new sense of urgency. My grandmother nodded in agreement. "Arrange a meeting with the authorities at Azkaban. We need to assess this situation carefully and plan our next steps."
Everyone nodded, united by a common goal. We were not just training for our protection but also fighting for those who couldn't fight for themselves. Bellatrix's situation was just one of the many challenges we would face, but together, I knew we could overcome them.
Location: Buckingham Palace, Westminster, London, United Kingdom
Current Date: Tuesday, December 8th, 1987 (3 years, 8 months, 23 days left of training)
The grand halls of Buckingham Palace echoed with a sense of urgency and anticipation. My mates—Hermione, Fleur, Gabrielle, Artemis, Zoe, Susan—and the twenty Huntresses, my daughters, had all gathered in the opulent Throne Room. We had been staying here for the past week, strategizing and preparing for what was to come.
Today was different. Today, Amelia was bringing Bellatrix Lestrange to us. Amelia had been working tirelessly with the authorities at Azkaban to secure this meeting. The moment of truth was upon us, and the atmosphere was thick with tension.
Amelia arrived, guiding a restrained and heavily guarded Bellatrix into the room. Bellatrix's appearance was haggard, but her eyes still burned with a fierce intensity. Amelia stepped forward, her voice steady.
"We have her here, as requested. Artemis, it's time."
Artemis nodded and approached Bellatrix. As she examined her, I noticed something peculiar. The Dark Mark on Bellatrix's arm seemed to pulse with a dark energy, almost as if it were alive.
I stepped closer, my eyes narrowing. "Artemis, wait a moment." I reached out and touched the Dark Mark, infusing it with my magical and godly energys. Immediately, Bellatrix's demeanor shifted. Her eyes softened, and for a brief moment, she seemed lucid.
"Thank you and please Help me" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
But as I removed my hand in sock at what I heard, the Dark Mark's control snapped back into place. Bellatrix's body tensed, and she began to lash out, screaming in madness. "My lord will get you all! Let me finish what he started!"
Artemis pulled me back, her eyes wide with shock. "Harry, what did you do?"
"She's being controlled," I said aloud, my voice echoing through the room. "Artemis was right. The Dark Mark isn't just a symbol, it's a conduit for Voldemort's control."
With renewed determination, I focused my magic and godly engerys once more but more powerful, covering the Dark Mark with my hand. Bellatrix's body relaxed again, and a soul mark began to form on her hand glowing softly as the Dark Mark faded completely form her arm. She looked at me with a clarity I had never seen before.
"Thank you, Harry. Thank you, Artemis."
The room fell silent as everyone processed what had just happened. Bellatrix Lestrange, the feared Death Eater, was now free from Voldemort's control. It was a small victory, but a significant one.
As we prepared to continue our work, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. We were making progress, one step at a time. And with my bound mates and allies by my side, I knew we would prevail.
Tuesday, December 15th, 1987 (3 years, 8 months, 16 days left of training)
The past week has been a whirlwind. Bellatrix, now free from the Dark Mark's control, had been recovering from the torment she'd endured for the last decade. Seeing her slowly reclaiming her true self was a relief. Her gratitude towards Artemis and me was evident, though she was still fragile, both mentally and physically.
As for the rest of us, we spent our days focusing on building our strength and stamina. Hermione, Fleur, Gabrielle, Susan, and I were in the middle of a rigorous workout session, pushing each other to our limits. Amelia, Lilla, Artemis, and Zoe were occupied elsewhere, handling various responsibilities that came with our unique situation.
Today, we were in one of the palace's spacious rooms, repurposed as a gym. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I finished another set of push-ups. Hermione, beside me, was catching her breath, while Fleur and Gabrielle were on the treadmills, their faces flushed with exertion. Susan was doing squats, her form perfect and precise.
Suddenly, a shimmering light filled the room. I looked up, recognizing the familiar, ethereal glow. Aphrodite appeared before us, her beauty radiating warmth and power.
"Harry," she began, her voice like a melody. "It's time we met face to face, my little brother."
I stood up, wiping the sweat from my brow. "Aphrodite," I said, a mixture of awe and curiosity in my voice. "It's an honor to finally meet you."
She smiled, a soft, knowing look in her eyes. "The honor is mine, Harry. I'm here for two important reasons. First, to finally meet you in person. And second, to ensure that the bonds between you and your mates are solid, strong, and safe from any outside influence or meddling."
Hermione stepped forward, her eyes wide with wonder. "You can do that?"
Aphrodite nodded. "Indeed. Not just the bonds present in this room, but also those with the others you have yet to meet or re-meet." She looked around at each of us, her gaze lingering on Bellatrix, who had been sitting quietly in a corner, observing.
"I will fortify your connections," Aphrodite continued. "Making them unbreakable and shielding them from any form of external interference."
She raised her hands, and a gentle, golden light emanated from her fingertips, enveloping us all. I felt a warm sensation, like a comforting embrace, spreading through my body. The bond I shared with each of my mates grew stronger, more profound. I glanced at Hermione, who smiled back at me, her eyes reflecting the same feeling of security and love.
Bellatrix, too, seemed to relax, the tension in her shoulders easing as the light enveloped her. Her eyes met mine, and she mouthed a silent "Thank you."
Aphrodite's light faded, but the warmth remained. "There," she said softly. "You are all now protected. Your bonds are indestructible."
"Thank you, Aphrodite…sister," I said, genuinely grateful.
She nodded, her expression serene. "Take care of each other, Harry. You have a long journey ahead, but together, you will overcome any challenge."
With that, Aphrodite vanished as quickly as she had appeared, leaving us all standing in the room, feeling more connected and stronger than ever before. The road ahead was still uncertain, but with the bonds we now shared, I knew we could face whatever came our way.
Current Date: Tuesday, December 22nd, 1987 (3 years, 8 months, 09 days left of training)
The past week had been a whirlwind of activity. Bellatrix's recovery continued to progress, and our training sessions grew more intense as we honed our skills and prepared for the challenges ahead. Today, Buckingham Palace was abuzz with anticipation; we were expecting new arrivals, Nymphadora "Dora" Tonks, her parents Edward and Andromeda Tonks. The revelation about Bellatrix being sane and safe had undoubtedly reached them, and I could only imagine their reactions.
We gathered in one of the palace's grand reception rooms. Hermione, Fleur, Gabrielle, Susan, and I stood together, ready to welcome the Tonks family. Bellatrix was with us, her eyes reflecting a mix of nervousness and hope.
The door opened, and the royal guard escorted the Tonks family into the room. Andromeda's eyes widened in shock as she saw Bellatrix. "Bella?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Bellatrix stepped forward, her demeanor calm. "Yes, Andromeda, it's me. I'm free from the Dark Mark's control."
Edward Tonks placed a protective arm around his daughter, Dora, who looked equally stunned. "How... how is this possible?" Edward asked, his eyes darting between Bellatrix and me.
I stepped forward, trying to ease their concerns. "Bellatrix was being controlled by dark magic through the Dark Mark. We managed to break its hold on her."
Andromeda's expression softened, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh, Bella, I thought I'd lost you forever."
Dora, however, seemed to be processing something different. She glanced at Bellatrix, then at me and my mates. She hesitated for a moment before walking over to us, her eyes fixed on her hand. When she reached us, she held out her hand, revealing a mate mark that glowed softly.
"I remember everything," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The life I once lived, the things that were never supposed to happen. I'm... bound to you, Harry."
Hermione stepped closer, her face filled with understanding. "Dora, you're not alone in this. We're all bound to Harry, and we've all had to come to terms with it."
Fleur added, "It's a lot to take in, but we're here for you."
Dora looked at each of us, her eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and fear. "Thank you. It's... it's comforting to know I'm not alone."
Gabrielle smiled warmly. "You're family now, Dora. We'll help each other through this."
Susan nodded in agreement. "We've all been given a second chance, and we're going to make the most of it."
Bellatrix, who had been watching the interaction silently, stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on Dora's shoulder which has the mate mark. "You're stronger than you know, Dora. We all are."
Dora took a deep breath, her expression growing more determined. "Alright then. Let's do this together."
The room was filled with a sense of unity and purpose. The Tonks family, though initially shocked, quickly adapted to the new reality. Andromeda and Edward were grateful to see Bellatrix free and healthy, and they welcomed the bond between Dora and us with open arms.
As the day went on, we continued our discussions and plans. The addition of Dora to our group brought a new dynamic, one that we welcomed wholeheartedly. The bonds we shared grew stronger with each passing moment, and the sense of family and unity among us became even more profound.
In the evening, we gathered in the palace's grand dining hall. The table was filled with food, and the atmosphere was lively and warm. My grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, joined us, her presence adding to the sense of occasion.
She raised her glass, a warm smile on her face. "To family, to unity, and to the strength we find in each other."
We all raised our glasses, echoing her sentiment. "To family."
As we ate and laughed together, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. Despite the challenges and the uncertainties ahead, we were stronger together. Bound by fate and strengthened by love, we faced the future with unwavering resolve.
The road ahead was long, but with my mates, my daughters, and my family by my side, I knew we could overcome any obstacle. Together, we would forge a new path, one filled with hope, strength, and unity.
And so, we continued our journey, ready to face whatever lay ahead.