Chapter 22

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Mrs. J.K., Obi-Wan is preparing for his next adventure… He still doesn't know where he will end up… neither do I. Someone suggested Dragon Ball, but to get stronger in there, he needs to be beaten up to within an inch of his life… that is not a reward according to me. Meh, I'll think up something, for free even.

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Bummer, Young Jedi, they were prepared. There is nothing more to do than to barricade my mindscape tonight. It is going to be a rough night.

22 A Final letter.

Young Jedi, they made their minds up, a seven witches Coven, and married tonight, remember, when things are too tough, there exist those blue muggle pills that give a boner for hours on end. I know, I took one in my previous life, but the missus was not in the mood, I was forced to do it by hand… not my finest hour, I can tell you that.

Anyway, Hermione was off the market, she dated Diggings every Sunday, and she is happy about it. Diggings was even happy for her that she was allowed access to the Potter Library. According to him, it was a unique honor very few could claim.

Luna compensated by dry-humping her sister-wives, claiming that Harry has to be her first shag, but expect a lot of them the day after.

Again, Luna is on the kinky side of the Force! I am starting to like her best… I can wait to write my last letter.

Xxxxx

That night, my last good deed was to project a Numbing and a Healing spell to make the night pleasurable for the girls too. Getting the cherry popped can hurt I am told, so those two spells will make it a night with good memories.

I did not stay to witness the marriage, our young Jedi can handle it by himself. Locked up in my Mindscape, I did some sorting. The discovery that I can delete memories got me on a rampage through memory lane. All the murders he committed got erased, the torture, the branding of his slaves are gone too.

I discovered the blackmail Tom had over Dumbledore, Albus was fucking Tom's crush while he was witnessing it, hiding behind strong wards in a corner of the room. A memory vial to Dumbledore when he came back to Britain shut the headmaster up about his identity. Yep, Tom was not interested in girls, torturing was much more fun.

Anyway, sifting through the memories and deleting the worst ones took all night. It was a relief, now that they are gone, the pressure was gone too. Being stored away did not mean they were forgotten, now they are. I just left some samples to remember he was a scumbag.

The next morning, there were eight people at the breakfast table with silly smiles on their faces. Young Jedi did something right last night, their faces read: Well Shagged! Good for him and them. Until he remembers that he has to perform that for the rest of his life. His pelvis will suffer… no, they can vanish it and with some Skele-grow he will be fit for another decade. I better save that recipe in a special memory bank. It might come in handy.

A flock of Gringotts owls flew in with the notification that their Contracts changed into marriage certificates, and a summon to get the Lady's rings. The girls realized now that their parents received notification too, soon the floo activated, one parent after another came through, led by Aunty Amelia.

She said: "So you all went through with it? Then congratulations are in order. Everyone, I am happy for you. The decision to get married before going to Hogwarts was approved by us all, so we expected it one of these days. I wish you all the happiness you so deserve."

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