Trust the Force Harry! By Fvdv123

Chapter 17

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., It is strange, I never came to read your books about Scamander and Gellert. Maybe it is because I knew how the story will end… Harry ends up with an Albus Severus… not on my watch though! I'll give it my spin... for free.

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The day before Harry's birthday, he celebrated Neville's birthday at Longbottom Manor… three-quarters of the guests were females… most of them were from the positive pile of candidates.

Harry sighed: "Hannah? I expected to be at the birthday party of Neville, not at the audition for the next Lady Gaunt or Black."

Hannah grinned: "Don't worry Harry, we consulted Dowager Longbottom about it, she found it a good idea, this way she can present some candidates to her grandson too."

17 The selection.

Harry groaned: "Oh for Merlin's sake! I have to warn Neville about it or he is going to be married at the end of the day."

Ah, Padawan, judging at the hungry looks some of the girls have, so are you. Neville's grandmother is a stick-up-her-cunt kind of a traditionalist, so Nevvy will get his collar today, and the leash handed to a proper pureblood girl.

Harry went to Neville: "Hey Nev, a fair bit of warning mate, almost all of the girls here are on the market to be the next Lady Longbottom. Hannah, Susan, Daphne, and Tracey set it up with your Gran. They expect us to select our future wives today."

Neville paled: "That is why there are so many girls at my birthday party? What do I do Harry?"

Harry shrugged: "My first instinct was to make a run for it, but then I realized there is no escape from it. I am supposed to choose two girls, you have to select one, or two if you select someone with a Consort option with a line continue obligation, like Susan and Daphne have, as is Luna."

Poor Padawan! Why do I feel NOT sorry for the bloke? Oh, yes, he gets to shag seven girls! Quit whining little baby! Go for eleven or more! Die from exhaustion instead of old age! Get calluses on your dick! Yes! That is right! I am fucking jealous! I remember my teenage years, it was a bloody train wreck. Now I have to go through the afterlife watching someone else getting more pussy than he can handle… This is Hell? Did I anger some Deity? Did I believe in the wrong one? WTF Dude? They all proclaimed they were the real deal!

Neville swallowed: "Two Harry? What do I do? What am I supposed to do?"

Harry looked at Neville: "You should know that better than me Nev! You are the one with the pureblood upbringing and are supposed to know stuff like this. Be happy that you only have to repopulate one House. I have four Houses and a fifth one is almost ready to be claimed."

Neville gathered his thoughts: "In situations like these we are supposed to mingle with the guests and feel with our Magic witch girl is having the biggest pull on it."

Harry looked at Neville sideways: "So... feel with our Magic witch girl has the strongest reaction? What if that girl doesn't feel a thing with her Magic?"

Neville sighed: "They do Harry, if they came here with the intention to select a potential husband, their Magic will react with our Magic, initiating the pull."