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Her 10 year old niece smiled so prettily with her dimpled cheeks, emerald orbs wide and innocent with long lashes curled, giving her a doe eyes look of pure innocence and child-like wonder. But she was anything but that. She had short curly flaming red hair, so much like her sister's that it hurt how much she looked like Lily.
"I love you, Auntie." She giggled girlishly, her arms snaking around her waist and giving her a kiss on her cheek. "Do you love me, Tuney?" She said, the same nickname her sister gave her all those years ago, before... Before Petunia destroyed the relationship she had with her sister.
"Of course I do, Harriet." Was her dull reply. But her niece paid no mind, only smiling and giggling, pleased with her answer as Harriet fondled her breasts, magic humming in her palms as she roughly pinched her sore nipples. Petunia was naked on the couch with nothing but a collar on, her niece on her lap as she suckled and fondled her breasts. Her husband and son paid no mind, eyes glued on the Telly as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Harriet made sure of that, as she rubbed her cock between the folds of her pussy. It didn't take long until the cock slipped in and fucked her right there in the living room in front of her son and husband as she screamed out her orgasms ("Don't let your pretty voice in Tuney! Or else I'll let Dudley have a go, hmm?")
"Can you make me supper, Tuney?"
"Of course, Harriet." She made her and her family a feast. Petunia and her family did not didn't eat until Harriet was done. And not until she sucked her cock underneath the table like a lolly as she fingered herself until she came all over her portion of the food. Petunia ate on the floor like a dog, lapping up the cum with Harriet standing over her, a wide smile on her face as her dignity was torn to shreds and still maintaining that innocent look.
"Can you draw my bath for me, Tuney?"
"Of course, Harriet." She undressed Harriet, taking off her pastel pink dress and taking off her socks. Petunia licked the soles of her feet and toes, sucking the "little piggies" as Harriet would call them.
"Can you wash me, Tuney?"
"Of course Harriet." Harriet ended up fucking her in the ass, plowing into her insides as she came over and over again. It wasn't until she was forced to cum 6 times from anal did Harriet stop.
"Can you put me to bed, Tuney?"
"Of course, Harriet." Of course, they didn't go to bed until Harriet was all spent and that took hours. Petunia slept the floor in the corner of the room that used to be Vernon's and hers. Now he slept in with their son in the small room.
"It's so they don't take too much place! They walruses and just an eyesore for our castle, Tuney! They're pigs that belong elsewhere. The fat pig is only good for money and Dudley to do all the housework and my homework. It's so we have some time to spend together Tuney! I love you, so, so, soooooo much!"
When Harriet was asleep did the hold over her lessen a bit. Just a bit. Enough for her to crawl (she could never stand, no matter much she tried) to the mirror and look.
Her past horse-like face was reformed into a heart shape. Her blond hair was more brighter and healthier, that covered her breasts that now resembled a watermelon. Her small breasts had grown, making them obscenely big. Her ass was more fuller, her waist small and hips wide. Her lips were plump and not thin like last time. Her face was still sharp, her cheekbones sharp and not a wrinkle on her face, as if she reversed her whole face, back to when she was more young. But it was the face of the stranger, it did not look like her. The person in front of her was not Petunia Dursley- "Evans, Tuney, Evans. You're not his now, you're mine."- but a broken woman with cum leaking out of her pussy with bruises, scars and bite marks littered all over her body with markings of "whore" "slut" scribbled all over her body like tattoos.
The bruises were not from Harriet, no her body was too small. No it was from Vernon, and no matter how much she screamed her him to stop, he never drew back his fists and slammed them into her broken body as he called her a good for nothing whore and useless no good wife and mother as Dudley stood by egging him on as he laughed in her face. It wasn't until she was "saved" by Harriet did the beatings stop and Vernon and Dudley went back to watching the Telly like it never happened as Harriet picked up the pieces.
She was disgusting ("You're beautiful like this, Tuney. This body is all mine. You're all mine, even though you hate me for it.").
Petunia Evans hated herself but Harriet loved her entirely.
"You're mine, Tuney. Never forget it."
A/N: so yeah, that happened. and before you ask, yes I'm a girl. I just have sick fantasies, that's all. Please note that this story is also about fucking under aged girls (SI is technically an adult). Harriet is an extension of me, I do not wholly support the acts that's been commited in this Fanfiction. This is all just fantasy! The characters are fiction, they're not real. This is my way of coping of some that's happened to me in the past (I think you know the implications of why I have such dark fantasies). This is just my place to vent, so if you don't like it well... Then bitch why'd you click it lol.
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