Chapter 8
The Harrys didn't even flinch at Voldemort's blatant threat, they simply looked at each other, and the third Harry, the eighteen-year-old, snapped his fingers, creating black chains that anchored themselves both to the ground and to Voldemort's hands and neck, forcing him to drop his wand and kneel on the ground.
``Yes, you and what army?'' the fourth Harry, the thirty-year-old, asks Voldemort satirically.
The other Harrys laugh at this broadly until the fifth Harry, the oldest looking of them all, comes up with an idea, ``Why don't we sell him into slavery? I know a couple of Harrys who would pay good money for a Voldemort as complete as this one. All the Voldemort you can find these days has been broken after all ´´
Harry has no idea what the seven are talking about, but he seems to understand that there is some kind of communication and trade between the Harry Potters of the worlds that he is not aware of. As much as he wants to ask, he recognizes that now is not the time, but he is very angry to learn that they plan to sell someone from his world without even consulting him.
However, Dumbledore doesn't have this sense of presentation that Harry has, so he asks the question on his mind, ``Is this how you got rid of your Voldemort? By selling them into slavery? I expected a lot more from you boys. I called you here to help us, but I never thought you would do something as horrible as taking him as a slave''.
You could tell from Dumbledore's voice that he was disappointed in the seven Harrys, but Harry knew that would only piss them off more. After all, if there was one thing Harry hated, it was the pathetic disappointed grandfather voice Dumbledore made when Harry didn't live up to his standards.
Of course, Harry was right, and the seven of them soon went from amused to pissed off. The second Harry, who was the most like the Harry of this world, was the one who responded.
‘’You're right Dumbledore, you wanted me to kill him, which is of course much, much better,'' he said sarcastically as he looked at Dumbledore, ``But don't worry, I didn't kill, nor did I sell my Voldemort into slavery. I fucked him, and I'm willing to bet three hearts, obviously not mine, that the other six Harrys here didn't do things much differently, did you, boys?''
At this, the other six Harrys smiled and celebrated in affirmation. Dumbledore couldn't have looked paler, nor Harry more intrigued by this affair, but the one who really almost fainted was Voldemort, who had been miraculously silent all this time.
‘’That's a lie! '' he shouted, echoing what Harry said the first time they met, ''I would never fuck Harry Potter!’’
Voldemort was desperately trying to deny the words of the seven, but they only laughed at his stupid denial. The third Harry, aged 18, spoke next.
''So how do you explain this, Tom? '' he asked as he raised his left arm and allowed the whole room to see his ring finger. On this finger was the Gaunt ring, one of Voldemort's horcruxes.
Obviously, Voldemort recognized it instantly and his eyes almost popped out in shock. In an attempt to deny this fact, he turns to look at the other six Harrys in the room, only for them to also raise their hands in which the same ring is placed. Even eight-year-old Harry pulls out a chain from under his shirt from which hangs this same ring.
‘’Don't be so dramatic," says the fourth Harry, "you were the one who fell in love with us, not the other way around’’
‘’Of course, us being your Horcrux, that is, having a piece of your soul in our heads, helped a lot to speed up the process of falling in love and the subsequent wedding,'' continued the fifth Harry.
‘’And since we are the master of death, which is to say an immortal god, and because of that you are immortal too, it made you practically want to lock us in a tower of gold and worship us for the rest of our infinite lives,'' finished the sixth.
‘’Of course, we didn't allow that, as it would be too boring, but it was nice to be a dark lord at your side. The killing and torturing was fun,'' said the seventh.
At this Voldemort fell silent again, taking in what his life could become.