Chapter 47: Contrasts By Night

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The Kitchen,The Potter Residence, Godric's Hollow, Wizarding World...

All was quiet around the Potter household as Lily sat down with her sons round the dinner table in a bid to consume their evening meal. James had called ahead and explained that he and Sirius were going to be "burning the midnight oil" after another shipping mishap at the shop and told her not to wait up for him. With a sigh, she pushed her peas across her plate in much the same disappointed manner as her eldest son had when informed of his father's apparent absence.

Lyell ate with as much ease as he always had content to make playthings of his meal before eating them often incurring a less than kind look from his older brother and mother before resigning himself to eat quietly before finishing and going to bed.

Harry had been the last to leave the table, still refusing to eat his peas or speak of his most embarrassing moment where the red head bully had broken his glasses. Lily had enough of his sulking and dismissed him for bed.

Without a word he had gladly gotten to his feet and retreated to his room dreading the fact that she would be speaking on his behalf to the mother of his bully and his current teacher making him appear even more of a weak and whining brat to those whom taunted him.

Lily Potter set about washing the dinner dishes and taking out the garbage all while her mind drifted back toward the rather steamy mystery of her elder sister's husband "Reynard". She wondered if it was even his real name given that he called Petunia Vixen. Scraping peas into the rubbish bin and placing her hands into the murky dish water had been all her night had been good for once the boys retired to bed for school the next morning.

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The Bedroom, The Potter Residence, Godric's Hollow, Wizarding World...

With a discontented sigh, Lily Potter moved across her silent and darkened bedroom toward her large plush four poster bed with the numerous pillows of silk and cotton. The color had not mattered in this bland world of existence some girlish shade here a touch of mature input there, anyway one looked at it she was a mere housewife going through the motions about an empty bed she found herself awaking in every morning.

As she lied down, Lily recalled the letters she had taken from Petunia's home shortly before she returned and had read at least two of before the boys arrived. Feeling a bit relieved that James had not come in for the first time in years, Lily summoned her coat via magic and the letter's she warded.

Leaning back against the pillows on her bed, She took the letters into her hand and eagerly read the third letter expecting it to be just as steamy as the first two.

To My Delectable Exquisite Vixen,

It may well please you to know that I can still taste you on my tongue after our departure this morning I was tempted to have another lick...I have no doubt that you, my naughty Vixen are smiling at this very moment. When I think of all the hours I have to endure yet another conference with mindless fools droning on and on about their production numbers shifting my thoughts to you in that red dress you brought for my last birthday, that I now favor even above the green one as of last night.

My cock aches just thinking about having slipped between your lovely thighs while you wore it. The material as soft to the touch as your sweat slick skin. The very fragrance of you haunts me. I find it rather fitting to say that the things you do to me are positively criminal and I should lock you up for all eternity to preserve some manner of goodness on my part.

In fact, I plan to do just that when I get home.

Are you envisioning it just as vividly as I am Vixen...my cock slowly sinking into the depths of your warmth while you desperately try and escape the bonds wrapped around your wrists and ankles...or would you prefer it be my tongue invading your warmth while you thrash about begging for more and whimpering for my cock?

I'd savor the taste of you even then before filling you with my seed and getting us on the path to possibly having another child...are those naughty fingers hard at work stroking that hollowed empty space just begging to be filled? Do you imagine me sucking them as dutiful as I do your breasts when I'm inside you? Perhaps, that is the first thing I'll do when I return.

How I love to watch you naked and writhing before me.

Reynard.

Lily could hardly catch her breath as she finally finished the third letter she had taken from her sister's home that afternoon. She considered reading the first two over and over noting that this Reynard had been the sort of man she never would have expected her prude of an elder sister to want to have anything to do with.

The Petunia she knew would have scoffed at the vulgarity of this letter and possibly reported Reynard for his candor. Of course that was the Petunia Evans whom had been unwed and spent most of her time in her younger sister's shadow.

In all truth, Lily didn't know what to make of her elder sister after years of not having been privy to her goings-ons in life. They exchanged letters but none were even remotely close to the letter's she found from Reynard. Casual condescending this that spoke of childbirth, birthdays, possible holiday plans and so forth.

It made no sense to Lily that Petunia had been living a life that far exceeded the excitement of her own. James was rarely home, despite no longer being gone for the purpose of playing Quidditch. He had hurt himself during one of the season matches some years back and the injury ensured he would never play again crushing his dreams of being a world renown Quidditch Chaser from when they were kids.

He had changed drastically over the years, his belly became enlarged due to his excessive drinking. His hair was going, his eyesight had been poor to begin with but he never seemed to be able to do well with paperwork or any sort of academic related position. He was fired from numerous positions before he even managed to get the shop up and running.

They were burning through the finds due to mismanagement of shipments and the loss of sales despite Sirius Black becoming partner and putting up the galleons to keep them afloat. The stress and strain had caused Lily to have a rather frightening miscarriage of their third child and regular bouts of depression.

Her sorrows only increased when she ventured down to the shop where James as spent his hours working and spied him bending some young blonde bimbo, possibly just out of Hogwarts, over his desk while Sirius did his best to make excuses for him.

Settling into bed, Lily had turned off the lights and put away the letters she'd taken from her sister. There alone in the dark and half way to sleep with the words of Reynard still sinking into her mind, she realized that this was Friday and the children would be home for the weekend so her talk with Harry's teacher would simply have to wait.