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As Harry opened his blurry eyes with a painful ringing in his head he had two thoughts. The first is that he was never drinking alcohol again. The second being who is on me?
‘Okay Harry, think. First, How did I get here?’ Harry thinks as he adjusts to the lights. ‘So after a long 5th year, we went to the department of mysteries to go save Sirius only for it to be a trap made by Voldemort to get me to learn a prophecy, there was a big fight, the prophecy was destroyed, Sirius died, Voldemort got revealed as being alive, Dumbledore portkeyed me to his office at Hogwarts while he dealt with the press, when in his office waiting for him to show up I found a black gem that felt like it was calling to me so I grabbed it and put it in my pocket, when he returned to his office he told me what the prophecy was, I got angry at him for hiding it from me and in a fit of accidental magic disarmed him and stormed out with both the stone and his wand. Fast forward a couple of weeks to Sirius’s Will reading where in it he emancipated me and made me lord Black and gave me almost everything except a few thousand gallons to other people, this also made me lord Potter and Lord of a house I didn’t know of called, house Peverell. There were also two houses he didn’t know that the goblins said they needed to look into to see if he was the rightful heir. In his Will he also made it, that for my 16th birthday he would have me and Hermione with Remus as a chaperone go to Vegas with 10,000 galleons (the size of my trust vault) to gamble with and that this was non-negotiable. So despite multiple people arguing against it (mainly Molly and Dumbledore) a few more weeks later with some fake identities from the gobins, we were off to vegas. When we got there we went to a casino and started playing some blackjack, after winning a few rounds a gorgeous redhaired woman sat down and offered me a drink, and it’s about that time that I can’t remember what happened next, leading to now where I can feel someone lying on me naked.’
“Please don’t be a boy, don’t be a boy.” Harry whispered as he looked down with his now adjusted eyes to only see Hermione. “Oh, it's just Hermione.” Harry says, breathing a sigh of relief only to pause for a second to process what he saw, “wait, it’s Hermione!” But before he could freak out he felt someone else hug tightly of his right arm making him freeze and slowly look at the girl hugging his arm as in her sleep.
She was a red head, but not the same one as the red head that gave him a drink, that red head had dark and rich red hair where this girl had fiery red hair and while he couldn’t see what the rest of her looked like he could certainly feel how well endowed the rest of her was with her pressing his arm into her chest and with him realizing that his right hand was resting on her ass.
“What the hell happened yesterday?” Harry whispered looking down at the two beautiful women sleeping with him, when a female voice responded to the left of him, “that’s what I want to know.”
Snapping his head to the left to look at a red haired woman sitting at the table looking through documents seemingly wearing only a robe. The woman he saw was the same redhead that sat with him and offered him a drink. Looking down from her face to her robe covered body that you could just tell was made for sin. She glanced towards him and asked, “can you help me look through all this?” Indicating the large mass of documents.
Harry, not knowing how to respond to this gorgeous woman in front of him, just slowly sides his way out of the two women on him and takes this time to take in the room.
Where the redheaded women sat there where piles of documents and from what he could count 30 duffle bags packed full of something, as Harry turns to look at the rest of the room, he’s shocked to find it in a state of destruction, by the washroom door he sees some more folded robes and realizing he’s warring nothing rushes to put one on. Going over to the redhead he sits in front of her and out of curiosity checks what’s inside the duffle bag. As he opens the bag he sees multiple stacks of hundred dollar bills only for the redhead to chime in saying, “there’s 1.5 million per bag.” She says as puts the document she was reading into what Harry assumed was sorted piles of what was on each document.
“There’s 30 bags.”
“31, there’s one behind the couch.”
“I’m going to ignore that for now, what have you found out so far?” Harry says as he reaches for the bottom of the pile, thinking of something Sirius told him about how the good ones were on the bottom, he might have been talking about how to find the non-cursed bowls at Grünwald Place but it could apply here.
“So far, in liquid assets you seem to be the world's youngest multibillionaire, you fully own about half the casinos in Vegas, have 15% shares in stark industries and fully own frost industries. and I’m only about halfway through the documents.”
“Merlin’s beard, from what I remember of what I got from my parents I already had 5% shares in stark industries to that’s 20% total, and I don’t even know what frost industries is.” Harry says as he looks through the documents he grabbed from the bottom passing over a medical one?
“No reaction to multibillionaire?” The redhead woman says with a raised brow.
“Oh! Don’t get me wrong, that’s a lot of money, but my inheritance was about half a billion all together, so I’m kind of desensitized to large amounts of money, it just doesn’t feel real to me.”
AN: 1 Galleon = $5 in this, so in total about 100 million galleons
With that she nods and looks down at the document in her hand with Harry following suit reading at the top Marriage certificate. After reading that Harry jumps his eyes to check the names only to read his name and Hermione’s on it, but as a last name instead of reading just Ganger it read Potter nee Ganger.
At this Harry drops the documents in shock only for two identical documents to slide out from under it with the only thing changed on them being one of the names one having Natasha Black nee Romanoff and the other have Jean Peverell nee Gray.
After reading the other two certificates, Harry does the only thing that makes sense to do in this situation.
He Yells.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
After the sudden loud noise two groans could be heard, with Hermione looking over and yelling, “what was that for!?” Then groans again at the loud noise she made herself.
“We all got married last night!”
At this he got a variety of reactions from the three girls.
From Hermione he got a “WHAT”
From the redhead sitting in front of him, he got a “shit.”
And from the redhead who was in the bed, he got, “yeah, I remember.”
Everyone paused for a moment before the redhead sitting in front of Harry said, “alright, you two. Come over here so we can figure this out.” With that the two still on the bed after a couple of minutes got out of bed and put robes on of their own.
As they all sat down at the table still filled with documents Harry decided to start them off, “since only one of us seems to actually remember last night, probably should introduce ourselves. I’m Harry Potter.”
With that Hermione decided to go next, “I’m Hermione Grang- well I guess it’s Potter now.” She says blushing.
Following Hermione the fiery redhead introduced herself, “I’m Jean Peverell, nice to meet you when you're sober.”
And lastly, the redhead who was looking over the documents calmly said, “and I’m Natasha Romanoff, now Natasha Black.”
“Great, Harry, can you pass me the marriage certificates? I need to check something on them.” Hermione said, already reaching her hand out expecting them.
“Yeah, hear you go. Just out of curiosity, but what do your wedding rings look like?” As Harry asked, all three of the girls raised their ring finger, showing on their respective ladies' fingers, the lady rings of house Potter, Peverell, and Black. As Harry saw what rings they had on he let out a curse because the lady ring of a pure blood house was one step of the process of making a magical marriage permanent, with no chance at divorce. You see, there are two ways to get magically married, one is the normal marriage oath and the other is having one person wear the lord ring of the house and the woman wear the lady ring of the house. In both of these cases it is possible to get divorced, but if you were to do both methods then divorce would be completely impossible, but there’s no chance drunk Harry is so stupid as to do a magical marriage on top of giving these lady the rings-
“Harry, Look!” Hermione says as she shows him the marriage certificate pointing to the bottom corner of the paper that held the MACUSA symbol, meaning that they went to a magical church, they were magically married, it was impossible to get a divorce. So Harry after processing what that meant said one word, “Shit.”
“What?” Natasha said looking up from another document saying how much money Harry took from this guy. (Several million)
“It’s impossible to get a divorce.” Harry said with a sigh.
“What do you mean? We can just file to have one right?” Natasha asked confused but calm
Harry shared a glance with Hermione then looked back over to Natasha sighing again. “Since you two are my wives, I can tell you. Magic’s real.”
“What!?” Natasha exclaimed as Jean just nodded her head saying, “I know, you told us last night.”
“Of course I did,” Harry said resigned, “so it’s like this.” Then Harry and Hermione explained for the next 30 minutes about how magic was real and how there were hidden societies of magic users around the world, hidden in plain sight with Harry performing a few small spells to show that they weren’t bullshiting.
“Okay, that’s all great. But how does this relate to not being able to get a divorce?” Natasha asked with her eyes narrowing
At this Harry winced and started explaining, “it’s because of two things, one is how we got married,” as Harry says this he hands over the marriage certificate, “you see the symbol in the bottom corner, that’s the symbol for the magical government in the states, meaning we got magically married. The other thing is that the wedding ring you have on is the Lady rings of my Houses, which just by wearing and being accepted by the ring is its own form of marriage, and since we did both we can’t get a divorce.”
“You mentioned being accepted by the rings?” Jean asked curiously.
“Yeah, the requirements are simple though, the wear just needs to be able to have kids, to be able to pass on the bloodline.” Harry says dismissively.
At this Natasha speaks up, “but I’m infertile. Shouldn’t that mean I am eligible?”
At this Harry pauses then remembers one of the documents he skipped through and quickly reads though it a grins as he finds the answer, passing it over to Natasha, “not any more your not.” Because in this medical record it shows that Harry took Natasha to a magical doctor to fix her infertility, “we solved infertility years ago, that check is mainly there so you don’t marry a 5 year old or a 80 year old.”
As Harry says this, Natasha was just staring blankly at the paper in front of her until she did something she hasn’t done since she was a kid. She grabbed Harry and hugged him, crying into his neck, thanking him over and over. They stayed like that for another 10 minutes until Natasha calmed down and regained her composure while still hugging Harry. “Okay, before we do anything else this draining, let’s finish going through all of these documents.” She said grabbing a stack with everyone nodding with her and grabbing their own stack.
An hour later it was revealed that Harry won last night over 50 billion dollars, 15% shares in stark industries totalling to 20% with the amount he already had, he owned frost industries, and Oscorp, he owned multiple patents, about half of the casinos on the los Vegas strip alone, a few vacation homes across the world, and a mansion in New York State. And there was one last thing-
“A marriage contract!?” Harry exclaimed
“Yeah, if I remember right, after you won Frost industries from the old owner, he bet his middle daughter hand in marriage to win it back, and obviously he lost.” Jean explained, being the only one to remember anything past the 2nd casino.
“Okay, we can think about that later.” Harry said, not even wanting to deal with that now. “But that was the last thing. So now you two should tell us about yourselves."
At this Jean raised her hand, “I’ll go first, I’m a Mutant.”
At this Harry raised his eyebrow, “A what?” He asked confused
Jean continued saying that, “a mutant is someone who was born with the x gene, someone who has the x gene has the natural ability to have super powers.”
“That’s so cool!” Hermione exclaimed, “how does that even work though?”
“You're not scared?” Jena asked timidly.
At this Harry scoffed, “you're speaking to a witch and a wizard, why would we be scared of you?”
At this Jean breathed a sigh of relief, “I know, I just was worried about that for a while.”
Harry smiled at Jean and said, “you don’t need to worry, we won’t treat you any different. Now, what’s your power?”
At this Jean replied, “ telepathy, and telekinesis. Though I don’t really have that great amount of control of the telepathy, it has been a lot better since I woke up this morning.”
“That’s awesome, what about you Nat? Got anything you're hiding?”
At this Natasha stiffened and let out a breath before replying with, “I’m a Spy.”
““What?”” Harry and Hermione said shocked.
“I’m a spy for a government agency here in America, after my last mission I took a few days off to enjoy myself while I was in Vegas, so when I saw two attractive young people I decided to have some fun with them, and here we are.” She said not meeting any of their eyes.
Seeing how worried she was about how they would respond, Harry reached up to her face and said, “Nat, we don’t care about any of that, okay?” With her nodding, Harry pulled his hand back only to realize something, “Wait, where’s Remus?”
HP-LV
Sitting inside a police cell was non-other than Remus who spent the night drunker than a skunk with the police on a wild goose chase to catch him. But now he sits sleeping in a cell, waiting for his best friend’s son to bail him out.