AN: My usual thanks to DarkLordRising and Cateagle for the help!
Chapter 21
Something Wicked This Way Comes
"Come on mom, don't worry," Rose spoke in a soft, husky whisper. "You helped me the first time, now let me help you." young witch grabbed a panting Bella, helping her to get up, sperm pouring from the older witch's recently fucked cunt. Who would say bonding could be at the same time so good and so tiring; Apolline made it look so much easier. The woman had already cum three times non stop and Bella still had one more step to go. Her mind was going blank from the amount of magic and pleasure; she could understand why some Coven members would choose not to be bonded. But she wanted it, to be even closer to Harry and Rose. Luckily, Rose was there to help her with the incantations.
The certainty came to Bella last night while she was at Godric Hollow with her friends.
Bella stood in front of the ruins of the place that had once been her home. Bella, Apolline, Briar Rose, Narcissa, and Monica had beer bottles in their hands, looking at the unchanged pieces of rubble that the Ministry of Magic had dubbed sacred.
"I made so many mistakes at that time," Narcissa sadly stated. "You and James were always there for me, and, yet, I decided to listen to aunt Walburga and all the rubbish about blood purity and all this shit." She sighed, "Lucius was so pretty and gallant at the time. I was such a fool."
"It wasn't your fault love," Monica tried to say. "They deceived you."
"I wish Mona… but I can't deny my own fault. I was blinded by power and the feeling of being special." Narcissa looked at the graveyard. "You know, for some time, I really hated Lily\." Briar Rose and Monica looked at her with wide eyes. "Yes, she was better than me in every single thing; she was a Muggleborn and was better at magic than me, she had engulfed the most beautiful man, that was not a monster, in the school, and, for a long time, I thought she had stolen my sister from me.."
"Cissy!" Bella started saying.
"I know, Bella," Narcissa waved. "I never lost you, and she was not at fault. The blame laid only on me. You had always been clear about how you thought and I chose to follow the easy path."
"You know I love you; right Cissy? I always did," Bella said with a warm voice.
"I know Bella… it took me some years to see and when it happened, it was too late. That bitch had already taken James and Lily away from us."
They stayed in silence for a while; Bella took another beer from the case and brushed a tear from her face.
"Are you okay, Bella?" Apolline asked.
"Just remembering. You know, when Lily got pregnant, I felt so happy for her. She always wanted a family. At that time, I decided I would love Rose like she was my own, but also decided I wanted my own child." Bella took a sip from the the bottle. "But I was so focused on my career in the DMLE that I concluded it was not the right time. I talked to James and he wanted it too, but agreed with me. Idiot, he always agreed with us to make us happy, Bella had a soft smile at her lips. " We decided to go for it when Rose would be around two." Tears started running down her face as her voice wavered and cracked and sadness. Apolline and Narcissa hugged her. That… that bitch… that monster! She took everything from me, I hate her so much!"
"I know it hurts Bella," Apolline whispered. "But you have Rose, and you are a wonderful mother to her; and you have us."
"For a time, I didn't; I was lost. when I accepted that assignment as an undercover/liaison between the DMLE and New Scotland Yard. At the time the IRA was striking hard and Crouch believed that some escaped Death Eaters were involved. And so I went on some very, very dangerous missions. I eventually took a bullet and was forced to step down. That's when I found, through a friend in NSY, where Rosie was. You know the rest; she saved me as much as I saved her."
"And now, you have Harry," Briar Rose asked.
Bella could only smile.
"Yes, now I have him too, or maybe he has me."
"Little James?" Briar asked.
"No, most definitely not. He has some of James' qualities, but he is more like Lily, Rose is more like James."
"Who is he, Bella, I mean, for real. My daughter is trying to hide it but she is head over heels for the boy, I think I have the right to know." Briar Rose asked.
Narcissa looked at Bella who nodded.
"You could say he's a Mirror Verse version of Rose. OW!" The blond exclaimed as Apolline pinched her ass.
"Nerd!" The French Veela snorted with a playful roll of her eyes.
"Not Mirror, love," Monica corrected, "He's neither bearded nor evil. He's more like the girl version of Quinn Mall-OW!-ry. Bloody hell stop with the pinching, woman! That hurt!"
Briar Rose looked confused.
"Okay, too many muggle references," Narcissa said.
"What my dorky sister and quasi-sister-in-law mean, is that Harry is from another dimension. He's the genetic double of Rose, with an XY chromosome pair instead of XX." Bella explained, giving Narcissa and Monica a smack on the back of their head.
"What? Is this a prank?" Briar asked wide eyed. "Are you telling me he is the boy version of Rose?"
"On my life and magic, I swear I'm telling you the truth." Bella swore, looking straight into Briar Rose's eyes. "How else you would explain the Evans eyes?"
"So he really is my…" Briar Rose counted on her fingers "cousin twice removed, like Rose."
"In a magical, inter-dimensional, mysterious way, yes."
"Fuck… I mean… sorry… but fuck!"
"Yep." Bella said simply. "That was pretty much our first reaction too."
"Is that an offer, Bee?" Apolline asked, trying to lighten the mood at bit.
"Not right now Pol… this is.. wow… what's he doing here?"
"We don't know. Andy is looking into it and she thinks there is some kind of connection between our dimensions; too many coincidences."
"Coincidences?"
"Remember when we told you I was in a coma for about a year, in the early 80s? My soul, or mind, or something was sent there. I could see him and the world around him; but I couldn't touch him. I stayed by his side, day in and day out for almost seventeen years." Monica explained. "Now that he's here, I can feel his magic touching my heart, my body, my soul, and… my core."
"Oui," Apolline continued. "Andy is right, his magic is intimately connected to this plan and to the people here… too much so to be a coincidence. I believe he is here for a reason."
"Wow… sorry, that is a little too much… and you are taking him into your house, are you not afraid of him?" Briar asked Bella.
"Harry already saved our lives, Bee… and the way he acts with Rose, it's… nothing short of incredible."
"And with Gabby as well." Apolline added.
Narcissa had an idea.
"Sis, do you reckon James' Pensive is still hidden in the basement?" The regal blond asked.
"If the Ministry didn't take it, probably. Let's check" Bella was already a little drunk.
"Hmm, what about the wards?" Narcissa asked.
"I'm Lady Potter, remember? At least until Rose and Harry are of age," Bella walked in the cottage's direction and could feel the new Ministry wards trying to stop her, but being overpowered by the much older and much more powerful Potter wards. She could feel the stasis bubble over the crumbled building.
Bella smiled sadly, almost overwhelmed by the memories of her old life; James and Lily, Rose's first months, the nights of intense love. Bella even missed the fights they sometimes had.
"Okay, let's look for that Pensive." Narcissa said, touching her shoulder.
"It's hidden in the room under the cellar; a remnant from the times of ol' Lovegood's merry band before the house was offered to our family as dowry during WW1."
"Let's go then…"
They really found the enchanted object under the cellar, and Bella carefully extracted the memories from Monica's mind.
"What you are about to see is not pretty," Monica warned. "It's a real miracle he hasn't gone Dark...or worse…"
"He had you, love. And Susie," Narcissa told her partner soothingly, stroking her cheek.
"Not only that… his will is strong, just like Rose's… and Lily," Bella whispered and pressed her magic against the runes on the pensive, making them shine. "I need to see this; I already know some of it, but I need to see it." Bella poured the memory into the magical liquid and with a deep breath, the determined witch dove into the memories from another world and another time.
When they exited the memories, there wasn't a single dry eye on the witches, their expression varying from terror and pain, to complete rage.
"That….that bitch! How could she?! Why wasn't I there for him?! I mean, that other me! Why didn't Dumbledore leave him with us?! I'm of Lily's blood too! Evans blood runs true, I could have sustained the blood wards!" Briar Rose was screaming, enraged. Harry could have been her -well, the other Bee's son! Instead that Greater Good obsessed goat fucking bastard left him with Petunia of all people! "And all the manipulation and backstabbing…"
At that moment, a silent Bella was sure she would join Harry. If he was strong enough to endure this, years of war and still turn out the caring man he was, he was good enough for Rose.
"That was not our Albus, we must remember that…" Narcissa tried to rationalize, even with her emotions were almost out of control. "That was not our world… that world was…" The blond shivered.
The women stayed there, in silence for a while, each lost on their own thoughts, and pain. Harry was a survivor.
Apolline pointed her wand to Bella's temple and pulled the memory. "I think it's time to see his arrival, now, and how he lived at Grimmauld Place."
Bella nodded and once again they dove into the pensive.
"He faced the Dark Lady without hesitation," Narcissa said after she got out of the memory. "And he didn't even knew who Rose was at the time. A Potter indeed." She giggled.
"At the beginning, we were afraid of him, really afraid. But, deep down, I felt his magic and I somehow knew he didn't want to hurt us. I can only imagine how afraid he was." Bella said.
"Hermione didn't help," Monica noted bitterly. Where did she go wrong with that girl?
Suddenly, Bella and Apolline, felt a wave of magic hitting them. The now familiar warm blanket, caressing and touching the very cores of their being. Briar Rose watched her four friends flushing and moaning; Apolline even threw her hands under her skirt and started rubbing herself.
Narcissa felt her panties soaking, even with all the distance. If she was sure to reward Harry for saving Bella before, now she knew she would double down on it. Her mouth salivated thinking of herself riding his cock. And it was clear to her that all the others were having similar thoughts.
"Oh my god!" Briar Rose started. "What the heck is going on?" She didn't want to say, but it looked like they all had a simultaneous orgasm out of nowhere.
"Don't… worry… Bee," Bella said, regaining her composure.
"Oui… I think out little special family just added another member."
.OvO.
Rose helped Bella to the bed, then helped the beautiful older witch to lay down. Bella could still feel jolts of pleasure running through her body, her magic adapting to the new forming bond. Bella knew she would be tangled with Harry and Rose for life, but, again, in a sense, she already was. The witch liked Amelia, she really did for a while, but she had never loved anyone like the Potters. And she was looking forward to experiencing that again; and, if she could help save her daughter in all but blood with that, even better. But the bonding process was an intense one; Bella could understand why some of the younger girls might want to join without being bonded. It was powerful, ancient sex magic; it was no wonder the Veela still practiced it. Bella was sure that, after the process was completed, she would not be able to live without Harry in her life, holding her, carrying for her, fucking her. Good thing Apolline and Bella had thought about renting the house on the outskirts of Hogsmeade for the school year.
Bella looked up to see the glowing faces of her two angels, so alike and, yet, so different. One she'd known ever since the little girl was a baby, who she saw performing feats nothing less than miraculous, and the other who had come from a place beyond death to help them, and in so little time had became an integral part of her life. Their own personal sex angel.
"Are you sure Bella?" Harry asked, his raging erection glowing, wet with mixed juices, pointing at Bella. "I don't want to push you.
"Yeeeees, Harry… please… push, deep inside…" Bella pleaded, she wanted him so much, her magic needed him.
"Mom… we love you… you don't need to prove anything." Rose said in a soft voice.
"I know baby… I want it, I really do, just help me with the incantation if my mind goes blank from the pleasure..."
"Sure mom," Rose reach down and grabbed Bella's knees and raised them, bringing them up to the witch's shoulders, spreading her ass cheeks and her pussy, sperm pouring from her entrance and exposing her pulsing, anticipating anus. Bella was panting, the last one who took her there was James and judging by the way Harry hungrily looked at her asshole, all Potters were ass loving men. Harry held the base of his cock, salivating in anticipation, the fact that Rose was holding Bella's legs up, granting him easy access only made it better, and the older witch's face, craving and asking for him, drove his libido to the ceiling. Harry positioned the tip of his dick in her anus, and lightly pressed it. Bella moaned loud.
"Mom… do you offer this final proof of commitment to your warlock and the coven willingly?"
"Yes, please… yes…" Bella moaned, feeling Harry's dick just pressed against her Rosebud, rocking her hips in desire.
"Then I humbly accept what is so selfless given. So…" Harry applied a little more pressure, her muscle starting to open up to him.
"Mooote…" Half the head of his dick was inside. "it… be!" Harry grunted, the entire bulbous head was inside her incredible tight hole. Bella threw her head back in a scream of both pain and pleasure.
"FUCK!"
Harry pressed in slowly, giving her insides time to adjust to his size. The wizard pushed his magic along with his member inside the woman, trying to make her feel as much pleasure as possible. Soon, he was entirely inside her ass; it felt like a perfect fit, warm and squeezing every inch of his member.
"Morgana's tits… I am so… full." Bella moaned. "Please move babe… fuck me!" The MILF asked with a glint in her purple eyes.
Harry started moving, feeling her muscles massaging him on his way out, he moaned and shoved back in, soon finding a rhythm that felt comfortable to both of them. Bella started rocking her hips every time he moved back inside her ass, her mind gone, lost in a sea of pleasure. Even James had never felt this good inside her.
"YES YES YES… BREAK ME! FUCK MY ASS!" Bella screamed, thrusting her hips upwards, jets of fluids squirting from her open pussy. Rose was amazed, she had never seen her stepmother like that, a mess of lust and pleasure and the echoes of Harry pleasure were building fast. They would come soon, and hard!
Harry kept moving, he was not even thinking anymore, his hips moving on their own.
"Your ass feels so good Bella. I'm going to cum!"
"YES BABE, YES! Please, deep inside my ass. I want to feel it!"
The begging was too much for him. Harry felt his muscles tensing, before overflowing her ass with his hot spunk. Harry could not believe how much he came, even after he had cum three times before that day. Bella screamed and came with him, feeling her insides full of Harry's sperm.
Rose saw a golden glow surrounding the three of them and felt closer to her mom than she ever was.
.OvO.
That Thursday, August 1st, saw Hermione Granger entering the Leaky Cauldron. The bushy haired witch looked tired and angry; deep bags under her brown eyes betrayed the fact she hadn't slept a wink the night before. The night following the collapse of her friendship and building romance, and the betrayal of the person that mattered the most to her, after herself, and her father-in that order, not to mention the utter rejection.
Since she couldn't sleep, she read, read and read some more. Specifically about beings borne from troubled minds and unstable magic or downright Dark Arts like Necromancy and Demonology. The two best (or worst, depending of your point of view) were Obscurus and Dementors -though those originally began as unsentient Lethifolds, until some Dark Lord infused a living soul within a Lethifold. The creature gained sentience but also an undying hunger for more.
Tulpa, she had read, followed closer processes to the Obscurus, although it borrowed to both the Patronus and the Dementors. In essence, it is a thought given form and substance, like a sentient Patronus, but born of greed, fear, anger, envy and gluttony or lust rather than happiness or love. Sometimes more than one emotion was involved, creating a more powerful and manipulative Tulpa. According to the tome she was reading, it required either one powerful wizard or witch with talent in Legilimency or a Coven to process the complex meditation like a network of computers doing distributed calculations.
That led the bushy haired witch's mind to drift toward her mother and that Snake Bitch. And incidentally to said Snake Bitch's son; she loathed that little shit with every fiber of her being. Hermione hated him with a passion that eclipsed her general contempt for average Purebloods, yet she had written him, to join her for lunch at the Cauldron, which was precisely where she was now and why she was there.
The peacock in green was easy to spot, and so she walked toward him, and sat at his table.
His eyes rose from his plate to her and with a grimace, he pushed the plate away, even though it wasn't nearly empty.
"There goes my appetite. I really hoped it was a prank of Pansy's, but no, it's actually you. What do you want, Mudblood? Is a couple months away from your stench too much to ask for?" The blond wizard sneered.
Smirking, Hermione leaned forward.
"Hello to you too, Draco. Nice to see you as well. And my holidays are horrendous, thank you for asking," Hermione replied in a sweet voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Let's cut to the chase, Granger, I know you hate me as much as I hate you. So if you asked me to come, it must be something very important." Draco replied after a moment, pinching the broken bridge of his nose.
"Your mother and mine are shagging," Hermione simply said.
A pause.
A blink.
"What?" Draco asked, refusing to believe he had heard her right.
"My mother and yours are lovers," Hermione clarified. She wasn't smiling, anymore.
"Merling fucking Nimue up her arse, she isn't kidding!" Draco realized
"I don't know what you've taken, Granger, but it's giving you hallucinations. There's NO way my mother would fuck a Muggle! That is downright bestiality! Zoophilia, even!" The Malfoy heir growled, his eyes filling with rage. How dare that Mudblood filth dare accuse his mother of such depravity?! A woman, he could understand even if he didn't accept, but a Muggle woman?! That was an insult to the very name of Malfoy!
Without losing her self control, Hermione opened her purse and pulled several squares of paper
Muggle, unmoving photographies of Narcissa and a golden skinned beauty of hispanic heritage who has a definite likeness to Granger, in front of some strange building were all people dressed the same. "Merlin, it is such a shame she's a Mudblood, if Granger turns out as beautiful as h...WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING!"
Draco jumped to his feet, flipped the table to the side and grabbed Hermione by the throat.
"I should kill you for fabricating such abject fallacy, Mudblood!" The Pureblood ponce screamed, squeezing his fingers around the gasping witch.
But then he let her go and yelped, as a strong Stinging Hex hit his elbow.
With a billow of her black cloak and equally dark hair braided hanging over her shoulder, Eileen Snape stepped toward him, her wand still pointed at him.
"Aunt Eileen, I-" Draco began.
"Save it, Draco!" The Potion Mistress snapped at him; she turned toward the coughing and gasping younger witch.
"Are you alright, Miss Granger?" Snape asked in an even tone. "What happened, or better yet, what have you done to make my godson attack you like that?"
Hermione, her throat sore, picked a photography and showed her professor. The greasy woman arched an eyebrow, but didn't seem surprised. Draco stared at his godmother, then at the Granger girl; then his godmother again.
"No!" He said simply "I know Mother has certain… proclivities and a soft spot for the Whore-Who-Lived, but…"
Snape looked at him and sighed.
"Draco, sweetheart, they've known each other since the time of the Quidditch World Cup. Monica and I have been corresponding for years, as well, even before either of you started at Hogwarts. I didn't know she was a Muggle, though, I believed she was a Squib with a talent and drive that reminded me of… never mind. She seemed to know a lot about the magical world at the time."
With a twitch of her wand, the table was back in place.
"She read a few articles I had published in Potions Weekly and reached out to me," She concluded. Appraising Hermione with a glance. "I guess that explains some things I had wondered about you, Miss Granger."
Draco was staring at both witches. Then he picked a second photo and looked at his mother's expression. Narcissa looked happy, free. In love. Everything he couldn't ever be.
A deep, cold anger grew inside his heart, replacing the love and veneration he once had for his mother with hate and contempt.
"She will pay for this betrayal. She will live, but she will suffer and she will suffer alone!"
.OvO.
Harry looked at the enormous, imposing castle and smiled. How good it was to see it standing, not broken or turned into a mass grave. Again, he thanked the old ones for this new chance. Today he would perform in front of the teachers, so they could see his skills. It would be funny to hold back, like a normal sixteen year. Bella and Apolline were with him, as well as Gabrielle, glued into his arm. Harry liked the skin to skin contact with the Veela, specifically with the chilling wind signaling the end of the summer.
Rose was at the Greengrass estate with Daphne and Tracey, creating a strategy to convince the Patil patriarch to allow Padma to spend the remaining of the summer at G place, for training, once Bella got a special permit from a old friend at the DMLE for the teens to use their wands inside the house. Susan was in a meeting with Narcissa and Ted, moving her emancipation process forward.
"Please, Harry, pleaaase try not to blow things up." Bella said with a serious face.
"I will make no promises…" Harry said with a mischievous smile.
"You are spending too much time with Rose." Bella rolled her eyes.
A wide eyed Minerva McGonagall waited for them at the gates, by now Harry was starting to get used to this kind of reaction, he could only imagine if the glamour hiding the scar on his forehead failed, people would die.
"Merlin… you look like…" The old professor started, but regained her composure almost immediately. "Good morning Miss Black, Miss Delacour. This must be Gabrielle and Harry I presume." The old witch said with a neutral tone, giving both teens her best stern look. Harry had to hold back the urge to chuckle. "Please follow me." Minerva started walking towards the castle. "You two will be tested today in a multitude of disciplines, to make sure your previous education was on par with Hogwarts standards, if we find any of it lacking, you will be placed in the appropriated class with under year students. Most of the tests will be of practical nature, as both had already performed their OWLS."
Harry felt a wave of happiness over entering the old castle again, true, the magic in this one felt a little different, but it was Hogwarts, no doubt about it, he felt almost like it welcomed him back. "Maybe all Hogwarts in all universes are somewhat connected." He mused, walking towards the Great Hall. That may be something worth looking in.
Gabrielle on the other hand, had dubious feelings about the school. When the Veela first arrived here, almost two years ago, all she wanted was to stay and go to classes with her friends, Rose, Daphne, and Tracey. But she saw the ugly side of Hogwarts that year, too. How bigoted idiots treated her, how Hermione called her a whore, and how the Purebloods saw her as nothing more than a half-breed animal and she could not help but to think that was the year they started losing Fleur. Despite her victory at the tournament, her sister only became more distant and depressed after that year. But now Rose got rid of Hermione, and, now, Gabrielle had Harry. Her mate. Her mother's mate; maybe even her sister's. Fuck the English and their prejudices, if needed, all she had to do was break a few bones. With an evil grin, Gabrielle entered the great hall.
All the professors were seated at the staff table, looking at them, Harry paid special attention to Eileen Snape, the tall, lean witch, that looked at him with such a disgusted expression that it was almost funny. Maybe because of that, Harry didn't register the completely baffled expression on Aurora Sinistra's face. The beautiful black witch looked at him with wide eyes, not believing her own eyes.
"Harry…" She whispered to herself.
Snape looked at him, at the boy, the mysterious little Potter who had everyone running in circles. Even her Dark Lady was obsessed with him. Another Potter man after all these years that she thought the world was free from that particular plague. Another Potter to help the little whore, and worse, he looked just like HIM. Snape felt her magic burning with the memories, but was surprised when the boy's own magic aggressively responded, surrounding not only him, but the whores around him. It was different than anything she had ever felt; only Rose came closer. The woman grunted.
As Harry expected, the tests, consisting mostly of fifth year spells. Minerva was first, asking for basic transfiguration on non-living things; then some more complex ones. Just like the Minerva he knew, the woman was serious and all business. Harry was impressed by Gabrielle, who, just like him, didn't have any problem with the tasks. "Well done Mister Potter and Miss Delacour, I can see the teaching in other schools are on par with the one in Hogwarts." The old witch said.
Next Filius asked for some Charms and paid special attention to the summoning and banishing ones. Gabrielle Conjured an exquisite chair and some flowers, while Harry Conjured a living bunny, to everyone's surprise.
"Show off!" Gabrielle giggled. Next was Eileen Snape, completing the mandatory disciplines with defense. She stepped down from the table and looked at them.
"I heard Beauxbatons has an outstanding dueling class, is that true Miss Delacour?" The tall, lean woman asked, barely hiding the disdain on her voice.
"Yes, madam."
"Care to demonstrate?"
"Oui…" Gabrielle shrugged. They walked to the center of the room and bowed to each other. Harry was expecting a vicious attack from the professor, but it was almost robotic, like she was really checking Gabby's abilities to attack and defend herself. Harry chuckled, but not low enough.
"Finding something amusing, Potter?" Snape asked, with venom on her voice.
"No sir, I mean, madam!" Harry said. Snape's lips twitched, and she glared at the boy.
"Well, I guess it's your turn to demonstrate then…"
"As you wish professor." Harry said walking to the center of the room, passing a smiling Gabrielle and winking at her. He took his place at the center and didn't have to wait long for the first curse to be thrown at him. Harry watched it approached, almost in slow motion. Next to the likes of McNair or Voldemort, this was nothing; his battle trained mind weighed his options, to block with a simple shield, to dodge, or to send a message. Harry knew it was dangerous, but he chose the last. With an almost careless movement, he not only parried the Stunning Spell, but reflected right back at the tall witch, to everyone's surprise.
Eileen dodged her own spell and glared at the boy. His eyes scared her; they seemed to look deep inside of her soul, warning her not to push him. Lily's eyes, glowing with power. Snape clenched her teeth and attacked again, a barrage of silent spells, which the boy parried and dodged. The wizard seemed to know every hex, every curse and how to deal with it, making the woman more and more angry as the duel went on. Everyone around her disappeared and only that cursed copy of the man she hated the most in her life remained.
Harry noticed the escalation in power, hexes turned into curses; but, again, nothing compared to the Dark Lord. He knew that this was not Snape's full power but he was afraid the woman would lose it if he didn't do something soon. The answer was a Bone Breaker Curse the witch sent at him, aimed at his wand holding arm.
Bella could not believe that Snape had used a deadly curse against Harry, the look on the woman's face was one of madness and anger. Bella raised her own wand to attack when the ground in front of Harry jumped up on it's own, blocking the curse like a wall. Gasps came from the staff table as the calm boy flicked his wand and the piece of rock shot towards Snape. The witch produced a powerful shield in front of her but Bella saw Harry smiling; a smile that sent shivers down her spine. He was a cat playing with a mouse. With another wand movement from Harry, the piece of rubble from the ground broke itself in dozens of smaller pieces and circled the sleek woman with incredible speed, before hitting her back in multiple places. Snape fell to the ground but quickly got up with a roll, ready to fire again.
"Enough!" Dumbledore's voice echoed through the hall, as he finally entered the room. "The poor hall can't take it anymore. I guess the boy has more than demonstrated his ability to defend himself and his knowledge of the subject, right Professor Snape?"
"Of course, Headmaster…" The woman hissed, raging; humiliated by a Potter, again. The entire staff watched wide-eyed, those were beyond NEWT level with just the silent casting of the spells; all but Aurora Sinistra.
Harry was still poised, ready to pounce in a heartbeat; eyes hard, cold, and focused. Bella knew that look and approached him, whispering in his ear.
"It's okay, babe… it's over, relax…" The boy instantly took a deep breath, his body relaxing, as he looked at Bella and smiled.
The Headmaster sat at his place and waved his hand.
"Let's continue the evaluation, yes?"
Babbling got up; it was her turn to have fu...err evaluate this prodigious teenager. She didn't notice her best friend's concerned expression.
Harry looked at her. She wasn't wearing robes, instead she wore blue jeans, flannel shirt and Santiago boots.
The professor summoned a cup of pumpkin juice in front of Harry and took out six sheets of parchment that she covered with an elaborate array of runes. Upon activation, they folded themselves into tiny humanoids about 5 inches in height each and everyone of them picked up a toothpick as is they held swords,
"If they knock over your pumpkin juice, you fail. if you touch them directly you fail. Here's twelve sheets. Do what you will with it, but use only runes. Go."
On the signal, the tiny parchment men fanned out on the table, and approached Harry's place and the glass of pumpkin juice. Harry quickly drew complex runes on five of the sheets, and on two of them, a complex chain of arrays embedded in each other.
The two sheets folded together, and formed a tiny tank, while the five others formed five men. Of the remained sheets, Harry tore stripes and covered them with runes and wrapped them around toothpicks as well. The combination turned into cute little rifles, and on the tiny tank, that was blue in color was a tiny flag with a black omega symbol.
Babbling squealed in joy and excitement.
"Scratch failing, Harry. If I spill your pumpkin juice, you buy me and Aurora dinner!" She exclaimed joyfully.
For the next ten minutes the paper men circled each other, taking cover behind salt and pepper dispensers, circling around the plates. When the tank fired, and it did fire, the glass two of Babbling's soldiers were hiding behind exploded and turned them to shreds. One half of a soldier tried to crawl, before collapsing; the paper 'Marines' took use of the shock among the enemy troops to surround them and take them out with extreme prejudice, taking no prisoner and finishing each one with a "bullet" in the head. That done, the victorious figures raised their guns in the air and silently chanted and celebrated before Harry shut down the arrays, returning the parchment to its original state.
"Tracey has spoken well of you, I see she was right; well done Potter, well done indeed." The professor said, going back to her place. Aurora was next, and she was relieved to not have to evaluate Harry, as he was not taking astronomy as an elective, only Gabrielle was. The witch was not ready to face him, she needed to put her ideas in place first.
Albus Dumbledore watched as the evaluation continued. He could see the gold strings coming out from the boy's aura and reaching for the three women with him, and weaker ones between the women themselves and smiled. This was going to be an interesting year after all.
.OvO.
The Thames usually weren't very crowded during the weekdays, only a few witches were frolicking in the warm, clear water, enjoying the calm and gossiping.
Among them was a statuesque witch, her long silk-like grey hair cascading down her tail well defined back. Back in the day, during the conflicts against Grindelwald, she was nicknamed the Valkyrie, both because of her physique and fierce and ruthless fighting style, casting curses and cleaving limbs with perpetually sharp ax.
Water dripped from her breasts, still proudly standing with only a slight sag despite her nearing 80, not looking a day over mid-fifties, pink nipples pointing hard from a sickle sized areolas.
"This way, madam." A young ephebe wearing blue and white loincloth called for her, indicating a massage table set between two columns and at the feet of an Artemis statue.
His eyes were obscured by a blindfold that didn't seem to impede his movement.
The witch smiled and openly ogled him as she walked toward the table, ambient charms drying the excess moisture from her skin and hair the further she walked from the pool.
On the table next to her was an equally naked woman with red hair cascading on each sides of her head and neck, as another young man was working her chest and ample breasts.
"Same massage as mine for my friend" The woman said. "The full formula."
"Yes, madam." The young man answered as the witch laid on the table on her belly.
She smiled in delight as he massaged her back.
"What do you think, Augusta?" The redhead asked, as her masseur's fingers circled her dark pink galleon sized areolas while his other arm was going toward the red patch of hair.
"It is very enjoyable, indeed." The witch, Augusta, replied, a smile on her lips.
the red haired witch turned her head in her direction.
"You know what I mean." Was the younger woman's annoyed retort.
"Potters are a much older and stronger House than Bones, Amelia." Augusta replied evenly. "Don't hesitate to move lower, lad." She added at the the masseur, a boy recently graduated on Hogwarts.
"The Potters are going Dark, Augusta." Amelia Bones stated then moaned as her masseur's hand brushed her clitoral hood under her triangle shaped red bush. "And it's because of the Blacks' influence, but then, they have been allied with the Lovegoods for centuries, mixing their lines."
Augusta was enjoying her massage tremendously; but Amelia's attitude was grinding her nerves and costing the wanna-be minister the Potter-Black's support. It was true that the closeness between the Potter boy and the Black girl miffed her, and that her own son Frank had helped it happen was source of anger and disappointment. One of the reasons why she secretly sabotaging the researches for a cure for his and his half-blood tramp of a wife Alice's condition, and why she was so domineering and belittling of Neville so much. She needed the regency of the Longbottom's Seat to ascend as full time Supreme Witch title by the time her grandson assumed the seat. The Longbottoms would again be a force to be reckon. And that's why she wanted Amelia Bones as Minister and indebted to her.
"Let's say - yes, dear, my arse needs some care- for the sake of argument that I consent for a contract between Neville and Susan. I presume you wish for a line continuation clause?" The young man moved his hand on her taut butt-cheeks and spread them as he was making circular movements, exposing her dark pink colored anus and the pink folds peeking through the opening outer lips. Getting more wet by the second.
"Good Freja, this is divine!" The older witch thought in delight.
Amelia grinned, there it was.
"At the contrary. She would be Lady Longbottom but strictly under your control, while the Bones title would revert to her closest living relative."
"Namely you." Augusta stated between moans of pleasure.
"Yes. But mostly because of how Susan is turning out to be. She is stubborn and overly progressive on the pro-Muggle agenda. Change needs to come, but it must be progressive and without losing our traditions and I trust that with your grandson as her Jarl, she would be under your boot."
Augusta arched an eyebrow; not many knew that they were descendants of the Lothbrok family in Sweden and Denmark. This Auror did her homework, or had someone do it for her.
Looking at her, Augusta saw that Amelia was moaning and bucking her hips upward, as her masseur was fingering her pussy, she turned on her back and looked at her own boy.
"Do me. Hard.
"Yes, madam." The boy simply said, and moved between her strong and well defined thighs, and started to lick them, moving toward her grey hair surrounded pussy. Soon enough she was moaning loudly as he was sucking on her clit.
Smiling, Augusta enjoyed the ride.
There would be time for power-play and politicking. Now she need to be fucked, and fucked hard. She reached under the loincloth and started playing with the young man's cock as he moved around to eat her and finger her holes.
.OvO.
Harry was the last one to walk out of the fire at Grimmauld Place, and as always, he stumbled and almost fell, only to land on two big soft pillows with soft hands and sweet nice scent.
"Thank you Susan…" Harry looked up to the blushing red haired girl and smiled, only to get a kiss on his lips from the girl.
"Are you sure you didn't lose on propose 'Arry?" Gabrielle asked giggling.
"I wish, at least that way my pride wouldn't be hurt. So, Sue, how was your meeting?"
"It was great!" Susan pulled Harry to sit by her side. "Miss Narcissa and mister Tonks think my case is strong, and the goblins already gave their approval with the documentation. Now it's running at the ministry and we should have a result in a week or two. Aunt Amelia may fight it, but she doesn't have the same prestige as Bella and Mel, so it would be political suicide to fight against it at the 'mot." Harry smiled, it was good to see Susan happy like that. Together with Rose and Daphne, she was still the girl his magic reacted to the most, and she had saved him when he was a child. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, even if she didn't join the Coven.
"I'm really glad for you Sue! I wish there was more I could do, but here I have no political influence." Harry said.
"Believe me Harry, you helped more than you can imagine." She said and kissed him again. Gabrielle pouted a little, for some reason, she felt a little jealous of Susan. The red haired girl shared a closeness with Harry that she didn't had, but craved. Gabrielle hoped the bond could give her that, if not, she was ready to put in the time. The young Veela had also decided to complete the bond before the end of the summer, despite her mother's warnings. Harry had taken her on more dates, just the two of them, and they had been the best time she ever had. For a while she could not came to terms with it, but now she was sure. Gabrielle had fallen in love with Harry; just like Rose and Susan. Now watching Susan hugging and kissing him, the young Veela hoped she could fully share him.
The fire flared green again, and the little entourage formed by Rose, Daphne, Tracey, and Padma entered the room.
"Harry! Look who we brought!" Rose chanted, pointing at a blushing shy Padma.
"H-…hi Harry…"
"Hi Padma, I'm glad you could make it; I hope your father didn't gave you too much trouble."
"Not as much as my sister…" Padma sighed.
"I know Rose must have told you already, but if your sister, Lavender, or anyone gives you shit, let us know okay? We stick together." Harry said in a serious tone.
"That is my knight in shining armor…" Daphne said in a joking tone, before kissing him.
"Not that I don't think you can't protect yourselves, but this kind of idiot always run in packs." He said apologetically.
"I'm just taking the mickey on you Harry." Daphne grinned. "So, how was it, we are going to be in the same year?"
"Yeah…"
"So, everything was all right?" Rose asked.
"Oui, up until Harry and Professor Snape almost destroyed the Great Hall…" Gabrielle giggled, and the other girls looked at Harry in silence, with wide eyes.
"You did what?" Tracey asked, a grin forming on her face.
"Gabby is exaggerating…" Harry tried to wave it off.
"Didn't she throw a Bone Breaker Curse at you?" The Veela stated quizzically.
"Well, yeah. But…"
"Didn't you lift the floor to block it?" Now Daphne was looking at him with hungry eyes, and Rose was chuckling. Harry only nodded. "Then you used that same piece of the fucking floor like some kind of machine gun and threw her ten feet on the ground, all without breaking a sweat?"
"Hey, I…"
"That is awesome!" Tracey jumped. "The term didn't even started and you already made enemies with the darkest teacher at the school. I bet you hated each other back in your world." Harry locked guilty. "Ha!"
"Hey in my defense, she attacked me first, and in my world Snape was a man!" Every girl looked at him wide eye. "And they called Gabrielle a charms prodigy!" Harry tried to deflect the attention.
Padma giggled, here ten minutes and it was already more fun than her home, with her sister constantly nagging her, and they haven't even gotten to the good part yet.
Rose threw her arms around Harry's neck. "I hope you know that you will have to teach us that, right, we will make sure it's worth…" She kissed him, deeply and sensually.
Suddenly the phone ringed, scaring everyone.
.OvO.
Narcissa walked through the fireplace with Ted only to find an exasperated, crying Susan. Briar Rose's phone call had resulted in a spiral of events that brought the tired law witch at Grimmauld place. Ted Tonks looked around what looked like a convention of beautiful witches, and the weird, lean boy with them.
"Okay," He said, feeling that the room was not in the mood for pleasantries. "Start from the beginning, what is this about a marriage contract, and how you came to know about it."
"Well, as you know Mister Tonks, I run a spa both for magical and non magical people." Briar Rose started. "Both my daughter and my step-son Roger do some work there over the summer. Well, Roger is highly… required… to give massages to some old witches."
"Happy ending massages…"
"Not now Tracey!" Briar Rose raised her hand. "Earlier today, one of his most loyal customers came to the spa, one Augusta Longbottom. And what was my surprise to see Amelia Bones herself visiting! The two of them ended up in the same room, and Roger overheard them talking about a marriage contract between Susan and Neville!"
"I can't marry Neville!" Susan cried. "Hannah would hate me, and I don't like him that way! I… I'm in love with Harry!" Susan said, loud and clear to the room. Harry hugged the crying girl.
"It's okay, Sue, we are going to fix it…" Harry whispered.
"Okay, has Roger heard anything else, any detail can help us?" Narcissa asked.
"He said that Augusta asked about line continuation and that Amelia said it was not needed. It would be a contract of total control and submission…" Briar Rose said.
"Much like my own with Lucius… and Amelia being the closest relative would become Lady Bones for good, this is a clear attempt of line theft it if I ever saw one." Narcissa scoffed.
"What we can do?" Bella asked.
"The thing is…" Ted said. "Nothing she is attempting is illegal. Immoral, definitely, but not illegal."
"Mon Dieu, Britain's laws are barbaric!" Apolline said in astonishment.
Narcissa was lost in thought. That was actually a really clever move from Amelia, a very Slytherin move, all to counter Susan's move from emancipation. Suddenly it came to her.
"Roger said that specifically about the line continuation? That Amelia didn't want to grant it?"
"Yes. I am not very versed on Pureblood costumes, but Roger had dated one last year, and she was all over it. Why?"
"That is our out from this." Narcissa held Susan's hands. "Sue, I know you will not like it but there is something we can do."
"What?" The crying witch asked with hopefully eyes.
"We need to file a contract on our own, before she does…"
"What? You mean another marriage contract?" Susan was not believing it.
"Yes, I know is not the ideal, but listen up, we are going to use the Pureblood bias to our benefit." Everyone was listening attentive to the solicitor witch. "Here is what we need to do. We are going to write a contract between the Bones and Potter lines, you and Harry, we will make it very loose, and with easy outs, then you, Harry and Bella will sign it and we file it tomorrow!"
"But Susan is not the Head of her House yet, not until emancipation," Ted intervened.
"Yes, but it will generate a conflict of interest when Amelia and Augusta file their own. The Ministry will be obligated to review the case, giving us time to move the emancipation process forward. And here is the trick, we will put a line preservation clause in our contract. Any first born will bare the name Bones, as Rose is the Potter heir apparent, not Harry." Narcissa had a predatory grin on her lips. "If Amelia presses to solve the conflict of interest in the 'mot, we can call the clause and accuse her of line theft. Amelia is not married, and never been married, over her forties; what are the chances of her producing a heir? Can you imagine the reactions of the Pureblood families at the possibility of losing yet another of the old lines?"
"That's actually… very clever, it may work!" Ted said. "Especially if we go very public with the betrothal, announcing it at the Prophet or something."
"The thing is… if this end up going to the 'mot, they may push a clause to enforce the contract…"
Harry and Rose looked at each other.
"Would you do that for me Harry?" The red haired girl asked with a shy voice.
"Of course Sue…" Harry said, looking at her light green eyes. "I just want you to know that no matter what, I will never take your ability to choose. You decide who to be with at the end."
Susan leaned and softly kissed his lips. "I think I already did Harry, even if I have to share." She looked at Rose and the other girls, only to receive reassuring smiles back.
"Okay!" Narcissa said, jumping from the chair. "Come on Ted, we got to write this, even if it takes all night."