Widening Witches

by IdleManRPG

When a pureblood witch opts to live in the muggle world, she's bound to be influenced by the vastly different lifestyle. Gaining hundreds of pounds within a few years, a meeting between an abused orphan and his bushy haired Soulmate, a case of accidental magic, a few marriage contracts and 150 countries is all it takes to ruin Magical Europe. Weight Gain, SSBBW, Harem and Bashing.

11. Chapter 11

After some pondering, I've elected to up the fat elements within the story considerably. So that's more eating, bodies squishing against each, burping, jiggling, etc. Along with this, I'll also delve more into how Magical Europe deals with sex, fetishes, obesity, etc. The non fetish version will delve more into the worldbuilding itself, but it will still deal with the reasons listed, just to a lesser extent, or none at all depending. Same with this story: it will delve into worldbuilding, but it will be less than the listed reasons.

In other words, this is the confirmed and final harem for Harmony: Luna, Susan, Daphne, Fleur, Tonks and Ginny, although Ginny's part in the harem is more for Luna than anything.

I'll be doing my best to portray Ginny as likable and although she'll have some moments (living with the Weasleys will definitely screw someone up in some capacity) she will ultimately be a great person and will be a way better friend than Ron. Remember, a majority of the time we've seen her in canon was AFTER she was possessed by a Horcrux, which nearly consumed her soul, with no treatment of any sorts afterwards, so her having a completely different personality if she potentially wasn't possessed by the Horcrux is not out of the question.

It was about 7 AM, and Harry was trying to tune out the light sounds of the rain outside, attempting to write the first of a few letters on his laptop. Today was the day that he and Hermione were going to meet three of their betrotheds, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out what to write, racking his brain for a way to hopefully convince he and Hermione's future wives to come meet them, without coming across as a git.

He knew that, according to his Mum and a few people in America, that children in Magical Britain had relatively little to do for activities: it was either reading, chess, a few quick games, the utterly moronic and suicidal Quidditch, a few other things here and there, or meeting with other people. In the end, the end result was the same: if someone said they were busy with something, it's near certain they simply didn't want to interact with you, as all these activities could be stopped on a dime or rescheduled. Hence why he was taking so long coming up with what to say.

Leaning away from the table, Harry looked out at the rain, which was starting to slow down. "Hopefully it will stop by midday," he mused. Taking a sip of coffee, he simply sat there for a few minutes, trying to get his thoughts in order, when Narcissa tiredly lumbered in, her heavy footsteps alerting Harry to her approach. Hell, he felt the ground shake. Clad in a pale yellow robe that barely reached her knees, Narcissa sleepily walked into the kitchen, not even bothering to close her robe all the way, allowing her belly to sway freely and her large breasts to jiggle wildly, although thankfully for Harry's eyes, her nipples were covered.

Her hair an absolute mess, sticking out every which way, she didn't bother to move it out of her eyes, which were barely open with fatigue. Filling her mug with coffee, she opened a cabinet and grabbed some sugar, pouring a copious amount into her drink. Without looking, Harry lazily waved his finger, shutting the cabinet again as Narcissa sat down next to her son, her fat arse overflowing and hanging off the sides of her magically strengthened chair.

Twisting one of his hands slightly, the amount of steam wafting from his Mum's mug lessened noticeably, allowing her to down a large amount of it no problem. Letting out a groan of relief, Narcissa gave Harry a small pat on his shoulder in appreciation as he also straightened her hair, the blonde locks curling lightly at the ends.

"What's going on Harry?" Narcissa asked, a little more coherent with caffeine running through her system. Peaking over, she saw that he was attempting to write letters to Daphne, Luna and Susan. "Ooh, writing letters to you and Hermione's wives?" She teased, a cheeky grin on her chubby face. Blushing, Harry tried to explain himself.

"W-well yeah, but I don't know what to say without coming off as a git. I can't just say 'yeah, my Soulmate and I are getting married to you girls and we want nothing to do with the Wizarding World if we can help it'. Hermione and I would look like complete wankers. We're getting married and nothing short of death will change that, so we want to at least try and make it work." Harry admitted, slumping against his Mum's body in exasperation, sinking into her fat.

Narcissa wrapped a bingo wing around her son, squishing him closer against her massive bosom. "I think the best thing you can do is be mostly honest. Just admit that you and your girlfriend Hermione both signed the contracts, and that you're unsure how you feel about the Wizarding World, as you had goals and plans on the non magical side of things. Just pretend that this is a whole new experience for you two, and react accordingly, ok?" Narcissa advised, barely managing to plant a kiss on her son's head.

"Alright Mum, but what if we run into that wanker Draco and that fangirl Ginny? Harry asked, getting off his mum and starting to type. Narcissa took another sip of coffee before replying. "Just completely ignore that child I was forced to have with that monster Lucius, unless he attacks you two and the girls, then you have my full permission to end it however you want. It doesn't matter how you end it, just don't start it. As for Ginny, she was just as much a victim as you were. She barely interacted with you for years, you barely knew her, and all of a sudden you were all over each other. If that doesn't scream Love Potions or some other mind alteration, I'm not sure what will. After all, it's magic, anything is possible. It doesn't help that she was possessed by a Horcrux for almost an entire year and never received help afterwards. Just treat her nicely and take it from there. You want breakfast, I'm making pancakes for us." Narcissa said as she heaved herself up off the chair and adjusted her robe.

"You mean you're making pancakes for yourself and giving me a few." Harry said, although the sly grin on his face showed that he was joking. A draft in mind, Harry began typing, pumping his magic into his fingers and brain, allowing him to type and process his thoughts faster.

"What can I say, it takes a lot to keep up this amazing figure, and a girl has to eat." Narcissa grinned, slapping her belly and sending ripples across its surface. As her stomach jiggled, the motions quickly spread across her body, sending her breasts and arse into motion as well.

An undisclosed location a few miles from London

In a moderately furnished, single story manor, filled with paintings of past family members, generations of furniture, and many other generally old items gathered over the years, a 13 year old red head was sleeping in a bed big enough for two, buried under the thick yellow covers. Eventually a house elf, a male one that was clearly up there in age, if the dozens of wrinkles and hunched posture were any indication, popped in as quietly as it could. He immediately made his way to the young girl and started to shake her, quickly waking her up.

"Mistress, it's be time to be waking up." He croaked, his high pitched voice somewhat struggling to speak. The girl eventually opened her eyes, really tired dark blue eyes that stood out against her near pale skin. Forcing herself into a sitting position, she knocked the covers off her, revealing her overweight body, garbed in a blue nightgown. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she asked what time it was in a soft voice.

"It's be 7 AM Mistress, Mistress Amelia tolds Dippy to fetch Mistress Susan for breakfast." He said before popping away. Yawning, Susan got out of bed and stretched, raising her arms above her head, thrusting her already impressive sized bust forward, the breasts jiggling at the motion, and soon began making her way to her dresser. Pushing her silky smooth red hair out of her face, she quickly looked at herself in the mirror: all 139 pounds packed onto her 4'11 frame.

Starting from the bottom up, she set her eyes on a pair of slightly above average hips that flared out. Her upper legs padded in inches of fat, she tentatively reached a hand behind her and gently squeezed her large round bum, one that was already beginning to stick out behind her. Gazing at her midsection, she looked at the smooth, flat slab that was her stomach area, the jiggling mass reaching down past her knickers, the undergarments digging into her body. Finally, she stared at her large bust, which was amongst the biggest of her age, with her best friend Hannah Abbott and her cousin Millicent Bulstrode all having relatively the same breast size, although hers were just a smidge bigger than Millicent's, who had the second largest. Tenderly cupping one her breasts in her hand, she silently marveled at how it already filled her hand and then some, the secret pride of the Bones family already making itself apparent in her, with breasts that were almost half the size of her head.

Grabbing a pair of fresh clothes and undergarments, Susan bound into the shower, not even in there for 5 minutes before throwing on a pair of old muggles jeans she found and took a liking to, and a dark red blouse Hannah got her for her birthday last year. Throwing on her feather-light charmed bra and knickers, she mentally noted that the bra was getting a bit tight. Pulling up her jeans, she grunted when they got caught on her fat arse. Jumping up and down a few times, she blushed as her breasts bounced up into her face. Eventually putting the jeans on, noticing in the mirror that they too were getting tight, primarily across the seat of her arse. Throwing on her blouse, she ignored the fact that her belly was hanging out from under it and over the waistband of her jeans.

Making her way out of her room and towards the dining hall, her bosom and belly jiggling as she walked, she passed by the dozens of family portraits that made up the pale blue hallway. On one side were all men born into the family: all of her uncles, grand uncles, grandfathers, who were either slightly average sized men, or large burley men, and her father Edgar, an average sized, muscular man with combed back dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and the beginnings of a goatee. On the other side were the women who either were born into the family, or outsiders who married the Head of House.

However, as opposed to the men, two key features made the women stand out. As opposed to the muscular males, the women were softer. From chubby with barely a potbelly to speak of, to full blown huge, with a few of the paintings occupants looking to weigh at least 400 to 500 pounds, some of them not even bothering to cover themselves up completely. Her one many great grandmother, who was thankfully drawn young, was shamelessly scratching her bare belly, the double rolled slab of flab bursting out of her dress and hanging between her knees. Despite being the most shameless painting, and the largest woman on the wall, she was far behind her own mother in the other thing the Bones women were known for.

That title belonged to her mother, possessing the largest pair of breasts in the family, which was the true pride of the Bones family. Weighing an estimated 275 pounds, at least before she died, she had the largest pair of breasts in the Bones family and quite possibly Magical Britain itself, her breasts so large and round that she didn't bother wearing a bra, her bra size either near the end of the alphabet or going past it. Her portraits breasts were on full display, the massive mammaries filling her expanse lap, enhancing her hourglass figure, with what little her dress covered preserving her modesty. Walking past, Susan gave a sad smile at her mother, idly stroking her own dark red hair she got from her.

She didn't know who started it, but she could safely say the phrase 'meat on the bones' originated from her family, along with the current nickname Busty Bones.

Finally making it to the dining hall, she found her mother figure/Aunt Amelia already eating breakfast. Contrary to belief, many people believed that her Aunt's imposing figure of 6'2, with dark red hair that was beginning to get gray streaks and a white skin tone similar to Susan's, was due to her being muscular when that was not the case. In reality she was fat just like herself, weighing in around 300 pounds while possessing an hourglass figure herself. The robes simply hid it all, and when people gossiped that it was muscle, Amelia didn't disagree with them, as there was a substantial amount of power under her flab.

Already eating a protein rich breakfast, with lots of meat, eggs and various dairy products, Amelia quickly turned and gave Susan a quick greeting, her massive breasts, each one easily around twice the size of her head, jiggled as she did so, before going back to her meal, adjusting her large rump, which was about the same size of her breasts, just slightly bigger. Sitting down next to her, Susan's own breakfast, which consisted of the same items Amelia had, popped in front of her. Without hesitation she dug in, practically inhaling her food, but with a refined grace, keeping up with her manners and not being a pig.

As the two redheads ate in comfortable silence, a door opened up, followed by the light clacking of something walking across the hardwood floor. As it got closer to them, Amelia and Susan finally stopped stuffing their faces, Susan herself having a piece of bacon hanging out of her mouth. When it was a few feet away, whatever was making the noise stopped, before hopping onto the table, revealing itself to be a beautiful white owl with golden eyes, holding a pure white envelope.

The owl swaggered and strutted it's way to the two large girls, a slight sway in its steps as it made its way towards Susan. Dropping its letter on Susan's pudgy lap, the owl nuzzled itself against Susan's bosom before grabbing a piece of bacon and made its way back to the door. Jumping off the table, the door it opened closed behind it upon its exit.

Bewildered, Susan and Amelia could only go back to their breakfast. Eating a few more plates worth of food, Susan leaned back against her chair, allowing her stuffed gut to push up and pop out of her shirt. Gently placing her hand against the slightly hardened pale dome, she let out a long burp, making some room.

"Uuuuuuuurp." She belched, going on for 5 seconds before stopping. Letting out a sigh of relief, she tugged her shirt down, although it didn't do much good as a few inches of belly were still exposed. Trying a few times to tug it lower, she eventually gave up and let her stomach hang free and opened up her letter as a house elf took her dish away.

Dear Susan Bones

This may be a surprise to you, but I'm Harry Potter, and you're one of my betrothed. I just found out that I and my girlfriend Hermione were magical a while about a year ago, and the both of us accidentally signed marriage contracts with you, Daphne Greengrass, Luna Lovegood, and Fleur Delacour in France. I'll be honest, we're both scared and worried about all this. Magic is real, we're both married to four complete strangers we've never met with no way out. I mean, we had dreams in the non magical world and now we have to put those on hold and do a lot of reworking.

Anyway, if you're up for it, and are allowed to, the both of us would at least like to meet you, Daphne and Luna before we go to Hogwarts. We're going to be married no matter what, so Hermione and I thought, let's at least get to know them and make it easier in the long run. I have also sent similar letters to Daphne and Luna, with hopes to meet Fleur after the year is completed.

If you'd like to group up before Hogwarts, we were hoping to meet up at that ice cream place in Diagon Alley at about noon tomorrow. If you're not there, then we'd at least like to sit as a group on the train to Hogwarts, and PLEASE, keep this a secret, and only tell your parent and or guardian, as I don't want the whole Wizarding World to know I'm there.

It's honestly really disturbing this obsession they have with me and something I didn't do.

Signed, your future husband, Harry Potter

Showing her letter to her Aunt, who agreed with Harry's concerns, gave her permission to meet him, Hermione, Luna and Daphne.

"But first, we're getting you more clothes, as you're already growing out of these. We'll leave in an hour to get new clothes." Amelia chastised, poking a finger at Susan's belly, sending it wobbling as the digit sank into the blubber. Wrapping her niece up in a hug, unintentionally shoving her head deep into cleavage, she gave her a quick pat on the back as she separated and walked off to her room. As her aunt walked away, Susan stole a quick glance at her arse, the perfectly round cheeks bouncing with every step, the robes doing very little to hide the subject of much DMLE gossip.

Somewhere far from civilization

In another manor, similar in size to the Bones family, only with much more wealthy furnishings, another teenage girl slept. The one difference being that while Susan's manor was filled with bright colors and generally gave off a warm, friendly atmosphere, this girl's home was gray, dark and depressing, with various shades of grays, blacks and whites making up the colors, with the very rare green, blue, silver or red. Snoring away in her king sized, its occupant was blissfully unaware of the 10 year old blonde girl sneaking up on her.

Crouching down next to the bed, the girl reached out a hand and poked a soft mass that was pressing against the cover, her finger sinking in. Not seeing any reaction, the girl decided to up her efforts and climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of her target, pressing both her hands into the squishy mass and finally waking up her sister. Icy blue eyes softly glared at her younger sister as Daphne was woken up.

"Astoria, what are you doing here? Where are Mother and Father?" Daphne yawned in a monotone voice, pushing her silky blonde hair out of her face. Lightly shoving her sister off the bed, Daphne got out of bed as well, standing at 5'3, well above her sisters 4'6, her nightgown hiding most of her figure, although it did nothing to hide her massive stomach, which pressed tightly against her clothing.

"Mother and Father said they will be out until noon, so until then it's just us. I'm going to have a house elf get us breakfast, you look like you're hungry." Astoria informed her sister, cheekily patting Daphne's belly and sending it wobbling. Blushing, Daphne told her to go do that while she took a quick shower. Grabbing some clothes, Daphne rushed into the bathroom and took off her nightgown, revealing her 131 pound body in all its glory.

Staring at her reflection, Daphne grasped the biggest, both figuratively and literally, problem with her body, and that was her large, round gut. Grabbing it with both hands, Daphne's eye twitched when she saw that she barely grabbed ¼ of the dough ball attached to her midsection. Letting it go, she watched, admittedly mesmerized, as it slapped against her thick thighs and jiggled, the meaty apron hanging down to mid thigh, drawing attention to her second biggest asset. Turning around slightly, Daphne marveled at her large buttocks, which already took up a chair's worth of space when standing and practically ate her knickers. Turning back around, she frowned at the one part of her that barely grew. Cupping her budding breasts, she sighed as they barely filled her hand, the tiny mounds barely growing. Meanwhile Susan Bones was rumored to have the largest pair of their age group, with breasts that filled her hand and then some. Despite all this, she marveled at the fact her long legs were still relatively smooth, despite their size.

Hopping into the shower real quick and throwing on some robes, Daphne made her way downstairs where Astoria was already eating from something called 'McDonald's', a few bags of the admittedly delicious smelling food on the table. Tentatively grabbing a sandwich looking item, Daphne moaned in delight as she bit it into it, her taste buds alive with flavor. Quickly stuffing the rest of it in her mouth, Daphne sat down and began devouring the food rapidly, but making sure to keep up with her manners.

After a few minutes, all the bags were empty. Tenderly massaging her full gut, which slipped out of her robes and filled her lap, Daphne marveled out the pale orb of flesh that covered her meaty legs. As Daphne lifted her heavy gut up to adjust its position, she mentally winced at the weight it held, she simply dropped it back on her lap, letting it land with a loud WHAP, followed by the sounds of her stomach gurgling.

"Astoria, where did you get that amazing food?" Daphne asked breathlessly, barely managing to bring a hand to her mouth, covering up a deep belch that sent her belly rippling. "Merlin that was heavenly." She thought.

"I don't know, I told them to give us breakfast, and the house elves just said they found the bags just sitting there inside a building. They said the muggles that were working there weren't eating it, so they popped in and took it." Astoria explained, also scratching her gut, which was barely noticeable under her robes.

As Daphne, and to a lesser extent Astoria sat there, letting their breakfast digest, a house elf soared through the air, crashing onto the table with a groan. With barely any time to comprehend what happened, multiple house elves flew through the air from the hallway, various profanities and complaints being shouted.

"Bugger!"

"I must clean the utensils!"

"Mistress' pleasure stick has to be polished!"

"My leg!"

As about two dozen house elves piled up in front of them, Daphne and Astoria hugged each other in an attempt for comfort, Daphne's stomach forming a shield of sorts for her younger sister. As the sisters cowered in fear, the pile of house elves shifted little by little as something climbed up and over them. The girl's anticipation soon vanished as a white snowy owl made its way to the top of the pile, specks and splatter of teal house elf blood littering its plumage as it planted one mighty talon on the head of an elf.

Gazing down at the two blondes, the owl trotted over to them and hopped onto Daphne's gut, making the girl moan in discomfort as her talons pressed onto her belly. Dropping a letter on her chest, the owl hopped off of Daphne, forcing out a loud belch that echoed throughout the dining hall and actually ruffled the owl's feathers a bit. Watching the owl trot off, both girls winced as it carelessly stepped between a male elf's legs, making him squeak in agony.

Opening her letter, Daphne raised an eyebrow at its contents.

Dear Daphne Greengrass

This may be a surprise to you, but I'm Harry Potter, and you're one of my betrothed. I just found out that I and my girlfriend Hermione were magical a while about a year ago, and the both of us accidentally signed marriage contracts with you, Susan Bones, Luna Lovegood, and Fleur Delacour in France. I'll be honest, we're both scared and worried about all this. Magic is real, we're both married to four complete strangers we've never met with no way out. I mean, we had dreams in the non magical world and now we have to put those on hold and do a lot of reworking.

Anyway, if you're up for it, and are allowed to, the both of us would at least like to meet you, Susan and Luna before we go to Hogwarts. We're going to be married no matter what, so Hermione and I thought, let's at least get to know them and make it easier in the long run. I have also sent similar letters to Susan and Luna, with hopes to meet Fleur after the year is completed.

If you'd like to group up before Hogwarts, we were hoping to meet up at that ice cream place in Diagon Alley at about noon tomorrow. If you're not there, then we'd at least like to sit as a group on the train to Hogwarts, and PLEASE, keep this a secret, and only tell your parents and or guardian, as I don't want the whole Wizarding World to know I'm there.

It's honestly really disturbing this obsession they have with me and something I didn't do.

Signed, your future husband, Harry Potter

"So who's the letter from?" Astoria asked, trying to peak over Daphne's shoulder. Flustered, the older girl poked Astoria in her belly, forcing her off as she giggled. "It doesn't concern you Astoria. Come along now, I have to send a letter to Mother and Father." Daphne chastised, dragging her younger sister away from the pile of injured elves.

The Burrow

In a large, haphazardly constructed house, more akin to a shack, with many hastily added additions that looked like it would fall apart under its own weight any second, two girls slept, one red haired, the other blonde, both of them 12 years old, sharing a bed that barely had enough room for the two of them despite the blonde hugging her companion under the covers. As the two girls slept a loud, ominous gurgle echoed throughout their shared room. Cracking open a pair of brown eyes, the red headed girl groaned in annoyance, too comfortable to move. As she lay there, simply focusing on trying to go back to sleep, the gurgling noise sounded again, only much louder.

Sighing in defeat, the redhead gently removed the covers, revealing a very large pale sphere attached to her midsection, easily bigger than a pregnant woman's stomach, which slightly quivered at the motion, along with the rest of the large blonde hugging her torso. Tenderly unwrapping her companion, the red head carefully got out of bed, her impossibly round gut bouncing as she stood up to her height of 4'9, with a weight of 124 pounds, 30 or so of them due to her wobbling gut.

Walking to the loo, the redhead turned back around as she heard the blonde sleepily whimper.

"Ginny." She sleepily whined, her chubby arm lazily seeking her body pillow.

"Luna." Ginny affectionately thought, her heart melting as she looked at her best friend. Heading back to the loo, Ginny held her head high as she ignored her gut, a nearly perfectly round ball of fat that was almost 2 feet in diameter, which wildly bounced with every step, audibly sloshing around as it jiggled and wobbled about, the near inaudible sounds of BOING, GLOOSH, BOYOUMM, BOYOING, and other comical noises emanated from her gurgling gut.

As Ginny lumbered to the loo, her thoughts drifted to a few weeks ago, remembering the event that gave her the gut that she idly rubbed as she walked.

12 year old Ginny was currently tearing apart Ron's room, not a care in the world as she and her twin brothers, Fred and George were the only ones home at the moment. The reason being is that a few days ago Luna gifted her a few candies from her vacation and a few days later she finally decided to have some, only to find out they 'mysteriously' vanished. Knowing her older brother Ron was a complete git when it came to food: whether it was getting, taking or shoveling it down his throat, Ron had no morals when it came to it, so she definitely knew he took it.

As Ginny, clad in some old muggle khakis she found along with a nice red button up shirt, searched for her stolen candy, her older twin brothers, Fred and George, were sneaking around the corner, a small lime green and red ball in hand. As they neared their hopeful target's room, Fred held the ball up triumphantly.

"Our greatest prank yet: The Santa Spray! If our research and planning goes accordingly, those affected by the gas this ball releases will have a gigantic gut for 15 minutes, making walking, interacting with people and a few other things much more awkward and annoying: perfect for Christmas. Bombs away." Fred narrated before chucking the ball inside and quickly shutting the door and running away with George back to their lab/room.

Before Ginny could even realize what just happened the entire room was enveloped in red and white dust which sent her into a coughing fit. As soon as she started coughing all the dust started seeping into her skin, allowing her a chance to catch her breath. Taking a few deep breaths, Ginny became aware of a small discomfort and feeling of pressure by her stomach, along with the noise of a deep, ominous gurgling that permeated the room, echoing off the walls.

Glancing downward Ginny gave a shriek of alarm as she saw her stomach ballooning outward, her shirt filling up with pure belly lard. To her dismay there seemed to be no sign of it stopping as her stomach continued to expand, eventually stretching her shirt to its limits, the buttons straining as her fat oozed out of the gaps. Eventually her shirt couldn't hold the gut back and started falling apart, starting with the bottom button.

As the button was launched off the shirt, Ginny sighed in relief as she had a little bit more breathing room, her stomach lurching forward as it did so. Her stomach continued to expand outward, popping off more and more buttons before it eventually stopped growing, the mass of jiggling fat resting on and above her knees, depending on which part of the gut it was. Giving it a light, experimental slap, Ginny was utterly mesmerized as it wobbled, an audible sloshing noise emanating from it as it slowed but didn't stop its jiggling. Narrowing her eyes, Ginny began marching off toward the twins bedroom, intent on raising hell.

As Ginny stomped towards her target, she silently prayed that the twins couldn't hear her coming, because she sure as heck could hear herself. With every step her stomach bounced up and down violently, at times reaching just below her chin, coupled with its contents churning and gurgling around in there.

Silently lying against the wall outside their room, angling herself so that her stomach was out of view, Ginny gently knocked on their door, preparing herself for vengeance. A few seconds later, Fred opened the door only to have the wind knocked out of him as he was sent flying into George, knocking each other out as their skulls collided and crashing into their lab equipment, destroying their notes.

Looking at her handy work, Ginny grinned smugly and gave her belly a good whack, sending it wobbling even harder, the sloshing sounds it made oddly soothing to her.

"I'm not gonna lie, that felt nice." She thought to herself, giving her belly a few light taps in appreciation, her stomach seemingly quivering in agreement.

Ginny sighed at the memory. The Twins, in their infinite wisdom, were short just a pinch of an ingredient in their concoction, and now she was stuck with a ball of fat attached to her gut that was slowly but surely getting bigger. As far as the family could tell and guess, her gut was permanent, as they were so bloody poor they were barely scraping (she still resented her parents on some level for this, having more children than they could afford) so they sure as hell couldn't afford to go to St. Mungos, let alone someone who would take the time to actually look at her in depth.

For Merlin's sake, they couldn't even afford a 7 galleon wand, the absolute bare minimum needed. Beyond that, almost all their clothes were secondhand, the wand Ron would be getting was chipping and even with Bill and Charlie out of the house, things relatively stayed the same as if they didn't leave. Hell, she was certain they actually got worse.

Her dreams of playing professional Quidditch were destroyed before she could even start. No way any team would pick her fat self. Relieving herself, Ginny came back to her room to find Luna still asleep, the blonde laying face down on the covers, her already fat arse sticking up in the air. Like Ginny, Luna was larger than the other girls their age, however, unlike her friend, Luna's bulk came naturally. Simply eating more and lazing about put a substantial layer of pudge on her body, which was already settling on the lower half of her body, giving her a pair of hips, arse and thighs that were already bigger than those of someone who was thin.

Feeling naughty, Ginny gently placed her hands on Luna's cheeks, each of the fatty orbs easily bigger than her own head. Pushing down slightly, Ginny blushed at the sensation of her hands sinking into the arse, the fatty buttocks jiggling like a waterbed. Smirking, Ginny quickly squeezed her hands, quickly waking up her friend, startled by the sudden pinching sensation. Pouting, Luna gave Ginny's gut a light slap, right on top of the chasm that was her bellybutton, sending it wobbling right in front of her.

An awkward silence filled the room before the girls devolved into bouts of giggles and laughter. Extending a hand, Ginny grunted as she hauled the 122 pound Luna to her feet, her fat arse and hips quickly sagging downward. Hugging her best friend closely, her round gut awkwardly pressing against her friend's comparatively smaller stomach, along with being visibly taller than Luna's 4'7, Ginny bent down slightly and gave her a quick peck on the lips, which Luna leaned up to meet.

"Morning love." Ginny murmured, resting her forehead against Luna, who simply closed her silvery eyes. The two young lovers simply held each other, content with the moment, before a sharp rapping on the door brought them out of their stupor.

"Girls are you up? Breakfast is ready." A shrill voice sounded from beyond the door. Sighing in defeat, the young couple quickly got dressed: Ginny in a pair of jeans and a red checkered shirt, which did nothing to cover her stomach no matter what she did with any of her clothing, so she just let it hang out. Luna wore a white blouse that left a few inches of her potbelly free, while a light blue skirt barely covered her hips and bum, occasionally riding up if she was careful and exposing the flesh that wasn't covered.

Now fully clothed, the girls gave each other a quick hug before going downstairs, where two plates of breakfast awaited them: large quantities of eggs, steak, bacon, some potatoes and juice. Plopping down on the wooden chairs both of them groaning under them, primarily Luna's, with her meaty thighs and bum easily hanging off the chair. Digging in, they almost didn't notice an older, larger redhead wearing an apron walk in.

Like Narcissa, she was a larger, plump witch. Unlike her however, her figure was obtained by having 7 children, not shameless gluttony, and gave her a rather dumpy appearance, as opposed to one would associate with a plus sized model. Waving her wand, the newcomer summoned another plate for herself, and one for her other tall, lanky redheaded child that stomped down the stairs.

Unceremoniously sitting on his chair and still half asleep, the new child shamelessly shoveled food into his mouth, focused on just getting into his body. Not really bothering to chew, bits and specks of unchewed food flew from his maw, occasionally hitting Ginny and Luna, who were just finishing their meals. Their faces only showing disgust, the duo were thankful for the adult smacking some sense into the rude boy.

"Ronald Weasley, chew with your mouth closed and have some manners! I know I raised you better than this!" Molly Weasley screeched at her son, causing him to wake up fully. As Molly berated Ronald, Ginny and Luna leaned back in their chairs, digesting their meals and watching the child be rightfully punished.

"He deserves this for calling you Loony." Ginny remarked, patting Luna's thick thighs, sending ripples across its service, with Luna simply nodding in agreement. As they watched, Ginny saw something white in the corner of her eye. Looking over, she saw an owl with a letter. Heaving herself up, careful not to upset her stomach, she let the owl in and offered an arm, which the avian gladly took. Making her way back to the table, the owl hopped off Ginny's arm and onto Luna's lap, nuzzling against her. Opening her letter, Luna was unaware of Molly getting up.

Dear Luna Lovegood

This may be a surprise to you, but I'm Harry Potter, and you're one of my betrothed. I just found out that I and my girlfriend Hermione were magical a while about a year ago, and the both of us accidentally signed marriage contracts with you, Susan Bones, Daphne Greengrass and Fleur Delacour in France. I'll be honest, we're both scared and worried about all this. Magic is real, we're both married to four complete strangers we've never met with no way out. I mean, we had dreams in the non magical world and now we have to put those on hold and do a lot of reworking.

Anyway, if you're up for it, and are allowed to, the both of us would at least like to meet you, Susan and Daphne before we go to Hogwarts. We're going to be married no matter what, so Hermione and I thought, let's at least get to know them and make it easier in the long run. I have also sent similar letters to Susan and Luna, with hopes to meet Fleur after the year is completed.

If you'd like to group up before Hogwarts, we were hoping to meet up at that ice cream place in Diagon Alley at about noon tomorrow. If you're not there, then we'd at least like to sit as a group on the train to Hogwarts, and PLEASE, keep this a secret, and only tell your parent, guardian, or someone you absolutely trust, as I don't want the whole Wizarding World to know I'm there.

It's honestly really disturbing this obsession they have with me and something I didn't do.

Signed, your future husband, Harry Potter

Just as Luna finished reading the letter and was about to show Ginny, a loud shriek rattled her ears, forcing everyone to cover them in pain. Looking at the source, she saw the owl glaring at Mrs. Weasley, its wings spread apart and it's feathers puffed up as the redheaded mother withdrew an outstretched hand, which was in the letters direction. Warily, she showed the letter to Ginny, keeping an eye on Molly. When Ginny signaled she finished reading, an embarrassed blush on her face, Luna folded the letter back up and stood up. Sensing it was no longer needed, the owl nuzzled against Luna and Ginny before flying off.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay over Mrs. Weasley but I must be going and check on Father." Luna curtly thanked the Weasley Matriarch before giving Ginny a warm hug, whispering something in her ear. As she hugged her, Luna stealthily stuck a finger in Ginny's bellybutton, the digit vanishing as she wiggled it about, sending the orb shaking as Ginny started to lightly giggle.

"I'll try and find a way to allow you to join us, maybe as a concubine." Luna reassured before leaving, feeling Ginny's eyes on her swaying arse as she walked out.

The Next Day

"Now Hermione, I know you, Harry and Narcissa will be completely fine on the wizarding side of things, but as your Mum, a Godmother and a best friend, I have to say 'Be Careful', just for the sake of my conscience." Emma fussed over Hermione, giving her daughter one last hug before her departure, the sheer difference in size making for a comical sight.

In the near since her Hogwarts letter, Hermione ballooned up to an even 200 pounds. Despite the extra 25 pounds, and another inch of height, bringing her to 5'3, Hermione's body remained mostly the same, with relatively minor changes. For years, her belly settled into two thick rolls, but over the past year, those rolls fattened and eventually combined into one smooth slab that ended just above crotch, although it was just as big as the two rolls. Silky soft in both appearance and feeling, Harry embarrassingly, yet also shamelessly admitted that it was even better than a pillow when he slept over one night very recently.

They were both mature, intelligent, rational teenagers that were given The Talk. Narcissa, Emma and Dan completely trusted them not to take things too far without protection, and if they did decide to take the next step, to do it safely.

As for her breasts, they grew a few inches and started to actually round out, while her hips and butt grew outward, her thighs fattening to the point her knees were connected when standing. While her hips started to take on their natural curves, her buttocks actually got a head start, flaring out to form a shelf-like shape as they took on a semi bubble-like appearance.

Hermione opted to wear a simple pink blouse, one that actually didn't hug her figure tightly, although it did hug her bulky body somewhat, outlining a few of her rolls and belly button. Her legs were clad in a pair of jeans, that while large, hugged her bum snugly.

They also exposed her chubby ankles, which were clad in trainers.

"We'll be fine Mum. All three of us are wearing our Protective Pendants, while Aunt Narcissa and I are practically unapproachable due to our size. Seriously, obesity is something that doesn't exist in Magical Britain based on what John told us, while Harry is the real problem, no offense love." Hermione said, successfully attempting to calm her Mum.

"Seriously, how the bloody hell did they know it was me? I was probably in there for 5 seconds with Hagrid in the other timeline before I was swarmed." Harry ranted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. Harry himself wore a simple gray T-shirt patterned with tribal patterns, one that exposed his toned arms. He also wore black khakis and a pair of trainers as well. With copious amounts of effort, he actually managed to style his hair somewhat, swooping it to the side, although it still had a wild look.

"It's because you're practically a clone of James Potter physically. The man grew up in Magical Britain, there's likely dozens upon dozens of photos of him throughout his life floating about there. Hell, if I remember right, Hagrid gave you a whole album at the end of your first year filled with pictures of your parents. Since James and Lily had only you, it stands to reason that if a Mini-James is walking around, he must be Harry Potter. Honestly, you'd have to be a complete moron, you ignored the past 13+ plus years, or it's a lie when people say they don't recognize you." Narcissa interjected, performing last minute adjustments on her red and black robes.

For the most part, they were standard European Wizarding robes, with some minor yet major changes. For one, instead of being the standard baggy robes that functioned more like a tarp than a robe, Narcissa wore robes that functioned more like a dress and actually showed off her figure, cradling and accentuating her buttocks, breasts and belly. In addition to this, long cuts on the sides gave people a clear view of her smooth meaty legs, and if one were daring, perverted and lucky enough, a sliver of her green knickers and some of her belly and buttocks. Finally, the top of her dress had a massive opening, showing off practically all of her eye-catching breasts, which were practically trying to jiggle free. It didn't help that an expensive looking necklace was wedged deep within her mammaries, practically hidden between the two globes of fat.

All in all, she was the epitome of high class, flirty, and sexy. Enough to show the magicals that she was not to be messed with, but revealing enough that they would not confront her.

"In addition, you're the most famous person in Magical Europe. Knowing the levels of debauchery Dumbledore and other magicals there can stoop too, we can't leave it out of our minds that he or someone else could have magically taken pictures of you without you knowing before I took you home. That lady with all those cats who used to watch you was allied with Dumbledore, she could've had a hand in it. Those fake Blood Wards said you couldn't be harmed as long as you call that 'place' your home. Apart from the fact you nearly died a few times, nothing prevented them from you being spied on. After all, the 'instant' those Blood Wards fell, the location was swarmed by Death Eaters." Narcissa lectured, giving Harry a hug from behind in a successful attempt to comfort him.

"Hermione, are you ready?" Narcissa asked, untangling herself from Harry and getting a nod in confirmation. Eyes and hands glowing a dull lime green, Hermione moved her hands in a way that it looked like she was running her hands over an invisible sphere. After a few seconds, green mist spawned from her hands, twirling and shaping itself into a glass sphere, which soon displayed an empty alleyway across from a disgusting looking pub several central out of date.

Harry's eyes and hands glowed a vibrant orange, small sparks of energy dancing on upon them. Taking his right hand, Harry gazed upon the location Hermione was scrying, before making various poses with his fingers."Ignore, Intangible, Disperse." He thought, willing his magic to do as he commanded. Feeling his magic accept the command, Harry traced a large circle in the air, easily big enough for him, his Mum and Hermione to pass through, orange sparks staying in place. Grabbing the edge of the circle, Harry spun it like a roulette wheel, the circle of orange sparks becoming a white blur as it picked up speed. Finally, Harry placed both hands in the center of the circle and spread them apart, revealing the location in London they would arrive at, the non magicals walking past like it wasn't even there.

Now that the magical wormhole was created, the group of three shuffled through, waving at Emma as she left for an appointment at the clinic, allowing Harry to undo the tear in reality, fixing it as if it never happened. Harry, Hermione and Narcissa stared at a dingy pub from across the street, disgust marring all three of their faces. They could practically feel the filth emanating from The Leaky Cauldron, the urge to take a shower immediately taking hold upon sighting it. Taking a deep breath, Harry and Hermione braced themselves for what was to come.

"Alright, let's get this over with."

"Bloody Hell, the air alone will have me cleaning between my folds for weeks."

"I'll help wash you if you help wash me."

"Hermione, stop teasing Harry. Harry, stop being a pervert, regardless of how sincere you're actually. Now you two, PLEASE keep quiet about that kind of talk: the men and women there lose their bloody minds when they see a woman's ankles, let alone anything but a man's head or hands. By the way, good choice for your outfits, both of them will get them worked up."

The group entered the pub, and Hermione and Harry looked around for a few seconds and decided that The Leaky Cauldron was MUCH worse inside than the outside: It was dingy with many filthy looking men and women making a loud ruckus, dirty with a fine layer of dust and a slight sheen from some kind slime, and decidedly disreputable looking, with a few half broken wooden chairs, half eaten foods and one especially poor looking wizard passed out drunk in the corner

Hermione realized that all of a sudden all noise in the pub had stopped. The bartender was staring at Harry. "It's Harry Potter," he said as if he was stunned. All of a sudden, every single witch and wizard in the place was on their feet rushing towards Harry. Harry looked at them with sheer panic in his eyes, his hands subtlety glowing with magic. Luckily,Narcissa quickly placed herself between Harry and the crowd while Hermione covered his back. Now that Harry was protected as best he could be, Narcissa turned to glare at the people who swarmed them, making some of them wilt under her gaze.

"What is wrong with you people? This is a child who is clearly scared and afraid of the apparent savages who are swarming him like a piece of meat." Narcissa shouted, planting a hand on one of her vast hips, making the patrons look away uncomfortably as it sent her body jiggling.

"B-but he's Harry Potter. He defeated You-Know-Who and saved us all!" The bartender, Tom if Narcissa remembered correctly, stuttered behind the counter.

"I don't care if he was Pendragon reborn, BACK. OFF!" Narcissa yelled, her patience nearing its end from the idiotic sheep surrounding her.

"Or what?" The poor drunken wizard asked, waking up and stumbling in front of Narcissa, the scent of alcohol wafting off of him, forcing Harry and Hermione to cover their faces as it was so bad.

Before the drunken man could realize his mistake, Narcissa swung her fat arm at him, her fist, wielding a pair of modified smooth brass knuckles, quickly transfigured courtesy of Harry, and clocked the man in the jaw, sending him plummeting to the ground like a ragdoll.

"Do any of you gits want to test your luck?" Narcissa asked, extending her arms out to the side, exposing her obese body to them. When she saw everyone back off, she threw her head back smugly and guided the children to the actual entrance, making sure to sway her hips with every step, sending her posterior quaking.

"Bloody freaks." Harry stage whispered to Hermione, who only nodded in agreement, both of them ignoring the shocked looks of the magicals they left behind. With Narcissa finishing the sequence to enter the shopping district, the trio took a deep breath in preparation.

"It's even worse than I remember/could have imagined." Narcissa and Hermione said respectively, the urge to throw up taking hold. It was even worse than the pub they just exited, with even more witches and wizards in various states of deprivation.

One old wizard had a rat in his pocket, slipping it some crumbs from some half eaten moldy bread he had in the other pocket of his dirty robes. Another witch they passed by turned into a space between shops, pulled up her dress, and squatted against the ground.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was going to do.

As they made their way to Gringotts, the large white marble building standing out against the dark and dirty shacks that made up the alley, a loud squeaking noise drew Harry's attention. Peeking around some boxes, Harry shouted in disgust as he scrambled away wildly, making Hermione and Narcissa hug him in concern.

"Rat orgy. It was an honest to God rat orgy. I fucking hate this place." Harry ground out, some American language sneaking into his speech. Sure enough, as if mocking him, about 30 or so rats of various colors and sizes, scurried out in different directions, each one covered in something sticky and having an aura of smug satisfaction.

As they neared Gringotts, Harry and Hermione decided to try and figure out how Dumbledore kept a stranglehold on the country. John said that Dumbledore created and tied a spell to the system that detects magic in Britain, and therefore allowed him to control the population. Channeling magic into their eyes, Harry and Hermione briefly recalled their lesson from their Japanese teacher.

"Not many people know this, but the Byakugan from the Naruto manga/anime was actually inspired by a few of the real life magicals of Japan. Of course, the manga greatly exaggerated the real version, but it is still useful nonetheless. While we may not have X-ray, 360 vision and the other abilities, we can see the various magics affecting an area or person." A young, soft spoken Japanese woman with dark hair, pale pupils, and an incredible figure, complete with a very large bust, with hips and ass to match lectured.

Turning to the whiteboard, she quickly began writing the colors that corresponded to the types of magic at work, taking care not to undo her work with her breasts, each one easily larger than her own head and straining against her top, leaving little to the imagination, brushed against the whiteboard.

-Red is emotional tampering

-Yellow is intellect tampering

-Green is physical body tampering

-Blue is memory tampering

"For example, if someone was glowing blue, red and yellow, their memories have most likely been erased or changed, with a few spells cast to make them act a certain way, as after the memory modification, they're a blank slate ready to be reprogrammed to someone's liking. This is why America, Australia, Japan and various other countries have VERY strict laws and regulations in regards to this, depending on intent, as the most sacred thing someone could have is their freedoms. However, in Magical Europe, along with some of Magical Africa, Magical South America and a bit of Magical Asia, this is a widespread problem, as they don't see it that way. While they view Love Potions as a simple prank, we treat it on the same level as a date rape drug." She said, turning around to face the class, much to their silent displeasure, as they longer had a view of her large jiggling bubble butt, which was practically visible through her dress.

"However, if I EVER find out that you children have used a Love Potion or modified someone's mind to your personal benefit, even as a joke, I will PERSONALLY drag you to the police myself. DO. I MAKE. MYSELF. CLEAR?" She ground out, crossing her arms under bust, making them look larger than they were, but the students were too terrified to stare.

"YES MS. HYUGA!" They said in unison.

Channeling some magic into their eyes, Harry and Hermione were both confused and worried. As they were expecting a torrent of various magics, they were thrown for a loop when the air was mostly clear and everyone, themselves included, had no magic affecting them. Although, looking closer, they could see a few yellow and blue swirls trying to affect them, and only them, with their pendants stopping it easily. Since the magic wasn't affecting them, Harry and Hermione took some time to start analyzing it.

Running their fingers through the magic, which they realized was the magical network spanning Europe, the duo couldn't pick up everything in the magic, but a few things did stand out. One of them being Dumbledore's magical imprint, which stood out as gray amongst the orange, most likely due to his positions as Supreme Mugwump and Chief Warlock. Pushing a great amount of his magic into the gray stream, leaving him slightly winded, Harry tried to find out who was and has been affected by Dumbledore, if he did anything at all. Sending out a pulse of his magic to act like a radar across the stream, Harry waited patiently for the pulse to come back, containing the information he sought: sort of like Prior Incantation or whatever the Europeans called it.

After a few minutes, the pulse came back, allowing them to release their magic.

Nothing came up. The only significant magic they could pick up was something to try and enforce the Statute of Secrecy, although it was failing at that, and a spell targeting First Generation magicals to eventually make them leave the normal world for this one, despite how much worse it was.

"Jokes on them, Mum was a pureblood who wanted to live in the normal world. Bet they would never think of that happening." Harry snickered.

Walking up the steps of Gringotts, the group passed a pair of short creatures wearing scarlet and gold uniforms guarding the large silver doors that made up the entrance, complete with large spears. "Goblins." Harry and Hermione thought. Waiting in line inside the opulent marble sheathed lobby, the group eventually made their way to a free teller, who looked more grumpy than the others. Once Harry and Hermione were at the teller, Narcissa shuffled off to another teller.

"Good afternoon Mr. Goblin, I would like to start a banking account here." Harry politely asked, feigning ignorance about the fact he already had a vault.

"We call them vaults here child and may I have your name so we may begin the creation process. I am also called Snapgrab." The goblin asked, who looked like it took every ounce of his will power not to be rude.

"Harry James Potter." Harry whispered, leaning so that only the goblin may hear, wh

"You already have a vault here Mr. Potter, as evident by the key you should have." The goblin said, talking to Harry as if he was a moron.

"I do not wish to sound rude, Snapgrab but I lived my whole life in the muggle world as a muggle. I've only very recently found out I was a wizard and I never knew it existed in the first place. Is there a way to get a new one or prove I am who I say I am?" Harry inquired.

"Well for a small fee we can make a new key but it requires you to give blood to prove your identity." Snapgrab droned, clearly not caring enough.

Wordlessly, Harry gave his arm to the goblin, who cut his hand with a small blade, letting his blood drip onto a small red sphere. After a few seconds, the sphere blinked white, signaling that he was indeed Harry James Potter. Grumbling, Snapgrab stuck the orb into his desk which quickly became a new key.

"Here is your new Trust Vault key, is there anything else I can help you with?" Snapgrab ground out, his teeth practically cracking with every syllable.

"I heard a few wizards outside talking about how the cart rides are nauseating. Is there a way to take money from my vault without the need to do so? Also, if anyone comes in with the other key, can you destroy or confiscate it?"

"For 10 Galleons we can give you a pouch that is just connected to your vault, or for 25 Galleons we can give you one that tells you how much you have inside. Just stick your hand inside and grab whatever you need. Be advised that if the bag is stolen, we are not responsible for whatever money is taken from the vault. As for the other key, it will cost 50 galleons to spread word of your request, and a further 100 to actually take it." Snapgrab droned, although his eyes lit up at the mention of retrieving the lost key.

"In that case, just the bag will do." Hermione deadpanned, Harry nodding in agreement.

After filling out the paperwork, Harry and Hermione walked out of Gringotts, meeting up with Narcissa, who had an ear splitting grin on her face and a bag similar to his in hand.

"Why are you so chipper Mum? You look like you've won a year of free pizza."

"Even better. Finally emptied out all the vaults I could and I'm going to sell it to America full price. We'll be millionaires!" She cheered, wrapping an elated Harry in a hug.

Elsewhere, in one of the many shops throughout Diagon

Neville Longbottom, a slightly pudgy teen of about 5'1 with blonde hair, was browsing his favorite herbology shop, picking up a few new seeds to plant back home, when the sounds of someone struggling drew his attention. Following it, he even found a girl grappling with one of the plants on display.

"Bloody hell. Let go!" A girl of about 4'10 grunted, trying to pull her arm back from a vine of Devil's Snare. As she struggled, Neville briefly scoped out her figure. One thing for certain was that she was fat, a good 140 pounds minimum if he could guess. Other than the fact she was fat, her belly was HUGE. A flat squishy apron that popped out of her shirt, it hung just above her knees and jiggled with every movement. She also had a good sized pair of thighs which rubbed against each other and a fat ass that left little to the imagination in her jeans. Working his way up, he looked at her large breasts as the bounced, each one about half the size of her head, maybe a little smaller. Finally, he took in her facial features with long, honey blonde hair that reached her shoulders, done up in dial pigtails, and round brown eyes that were narrowed in frustration

Rushing over, Neville quickly grabbed the girl's shoulder, startling her just enough that she stopped in her tracks. "What you want to do is just relax. Devil's Snare tightens it's hold whenever something struggles as it makes it think it has prey." Sure enough, the instant she stopped struggling the vine started to loosen its grip, allowing her to slowly but surely free her hand. Cradling her scratched wrist, she looked at her savior in astonishment.

"Merlin, that was amazing. How did you do that?" She asked in awe, taking a moment to tuck her belly back into her jeans, although a sliver of skin was still exposed.

"I-It was nothing really. I'm just really good with plants." He stammered, a blush crawling on his face as he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, trying not to stare at the excess flesh.

"Well whatever your secret is, I hope I'm paired with you in Herbology." Dashing in, she quickly gave him a peck on his cheek, his body glowing red as he felt her breasts, and especially her belly squish against him before she dashed off, sending her body bouncing and jiggling.

"By the way, I'm Hannoh Abbott!" She shouted, rounding a corner and disappearing.

"I-I'm Neville Longbottom." He muttered, a dopey grin on his face.

Back with Harry

"Now I should be back in a few hours for dinner, but if I'm not, make something for yourselves, alright?" Narcissa informed the kids, making sure everything was fine last second.

"No problem Mum."

Wordlessly, Narcissa took a deep breath and made her way through the filthy streets of Diagon, making sure not to touch anything but the floor.

"Alright, we still have some shopping to do, but do we really need to get wands?" Harry asked, not too keen on buying a wand.

"I've been thinking about it and we really don't need to buy wands. We were going to be snapping them anyway so might as well save those 14 Galleons." Hermione said nonchalantly, shrugging her meaty shoulders.

After about an hour of shopping and purchasing the bare minimum, which was a few books and a cauldron, Harry and Hermione were making their way to Florean Fortescue's, although they saw a pale blonde boy yelling at the poor witch who was measuring him inside a type of clothing store.

"I bet he is such a charming young man." Hermione said sarcastically.

"Draco Malfoy: racist brat, psychopathic bully, and albino weasel." Harry joked, sending Hermione into fits of laughter.

"If for whatever reason I fall for him, I need you to not knock sense into me however you can, as the only way I could EVER find him attractive is if I wasn't myself." Hermione ordered, a no nonsense look on her face.

Across the multiverse, countless versions of Hermione sneezed, momentarily confused before going back to loving someone who absolutely hated her, her parents, tormented her for years and literally joined the magical nazi's to kill and enslave everyone like her and her parents

"Trust me, you have my word. Real quick, you have the time? We should be meeting our betrothed soon. God, that's still so strange to say." Harry promised.

"Let me check." She said before digging her hand into her pocket. After a few attempts, a few which had her hopping up and down, sending her fat jiggling, she finally pulled out her iPhone 4 and turned it on without any problems.

"We should head over now." She said, trying to put her phone back in her pocket to no avail. Eventually, she stuck it in Harry's back pocket, giving his bum a quick squeeze, drawing a small yelp of embarrassment from him.

"Electricity doesn't work around magic my fat arse." She muttered under breath.

Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor

Making their way to the agreed meeting spot, Harry started to take deep breaths as they got closer and closer, trying to calm his nerves as Hermione rubbed her hand over his back, successfully distracting him from his thoughts.

"Remember, I'll be with you the whole time." Hermione reassured him, enveloping his body in her patented hug, her massive body practically sucking him into her flab and providing a familiar comfort he grew up with.

"Do you think the girls will be fine with me getting ice cream for them, at least while you talk to them beforehand?" Harry murmured into her shoulder, his eyes closed in peace as he simply let Hermione hug him.

"I was actually going to suggest that. Give the girls a warning about what to do, what not to do, how to handle you, everything in regards to you. I hope you're okay with that?" Hermione said, planting a quick kiss on his forehead, right where his scar used to be.

"I'm fine with it love, I trust you when it comes to these things." Harry said, giving her a quick peck on her chubby cheek. Grabbing her hand, he let her guide him around the corner and into the dining area of the parlor, where it was easy to see where their future wives were.

"Holy shit they're hot."

"Hermione!"

"What? It's true. Look, let's just go talk to them and break the ice."

Guiding a nervous Harry to the group, who had his head down and avoiding eye contact and trying to focus on Hermione. Hermione noted that even though she was clearly much bigger than the three of them, that they themselves were clearly bigger than Harry. Despite having some muscle definition, Harry was still moderately scrawny, with Hermione easily twice his weight, and it was apparent that their three wives were somewhere in the middle of their respective weights.

"Are you girls Luna Lovegood, Susan Bones, and Daphne Greengrass?" Hermione asked the group, who stopped their discussion to look up at a girl even larger than them, their eyes widening at the sight of quite possibly the fattest girl their age they've ever seen.

"Yes we are. I'm Daphne Greengrass, the redhead is Susan Bones, and the younger blonde is Luna Lovegood. It is a pleasure to meet you." Daphne said, gesturing to herself and each girl as she said their name, her fat arm sending the rest of her body jiggling.

"It's nice to finally meet you." Susan chirped, giving a small wave to the duo, sending her bosom wobbling, drawing the gaze of the four other teens.

"This is incredible! Just yesterday my only friend was Ginny and now I have five new friends forever! Hopefully we'll be able to find the Crumple Horned Snorkack." Luna cheered, practically jumping with joy in her seat, although her large behind kept her grounded as waves rippled across its surface

"Crumple Horned Snorkack? Oh I-I have one at home. S-She's an absolute sweetheart." Harry stuttered out, the girls staring at him in shock. Luna because her future husband owned a creature both she and her father were searching for for years, and Susan and Daphne because he owned a creature that, according to the Ministry and books, didn't exist.

"We can discuss Harry's pets later but we're pressed for time. Do you girls want ice cream? Harry is buying." Hermione ordered in a tone of voice that, even though they just met her, they knew there was absolutely no argument.

"Large Vanilla."

"Large Strawberry."

"Extra Large Chocolate."

"You know what I love, just keep calm and take your time." Hermione softly said to Hermione, gently bringing him into a hug and kissing him on the temple before sending him off.

"Alright you three, I'm telling you lot something VERY important right now so you girls don't fuck up. For years, Harry was heavily abused by his relatives before his adoptive mother took him, so get the Boy-Who-Lived garbage out of your mind. It is nothing but lies. Even though she, my parents and I have helped heal him the best we can, he is still 'fragile' in a sense. You are to not sneak up on him, you are to not touch him without telling him. If you are unsure of anything, PLEASE for the love of God, ask me and I'll tell you. He's my boyfriend, the both of us are going to be married to you three and Fleur, and he wants to at least try and make this work out. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME?" Hermione ground out, her eyes glowing as she leaned forward on the table, which groaned underneath her weight.

The girls nodded in fear and understanding, but were saved by Harry, who came in carrying a very large platter of ice cream, the metal practically bending under the sheer weight of all the ice cream he was carrying. Planting it down with a thud, the girls took their respective bowls, each one big enough to be worn as a hat, although Luna and Hermione's bowls were signifying bigger.

Digging in, the five of them talked amongst themselves for hours, each girl getting a few refills on that ice cream as they all learned about each other. Nothing specific, but rather the bare basics of each other. Susan wanted to either join the DMLE like her Aunt, who was the head as her primary choice in career, with fashion design as a backup. Growing up, she ran into many rude children, and coupled with living with her Aunt, gave her a good sense of justice and a vast dislike for bullies. She enjoyed the outdoors and swimming, and lately, she has been taking a liking to makeovers with her best friend, Hannah Abbott.

Daphne herself had no plans for a career at the moment, mainly focusing on studying so she could get good grades and see what appeals to her career wise. She had a younger sister, Astoria, who was 10 years old. She didn't interact with other kids her age, other than her best friend Tracey Davis, and even then, it wasn't that often. She enjoyed reading for the most part and that was it.

Luna wanted to continue what her father did for a living, which was primarily run The Quibbler and hunt for rare or new magical creatures, and if something new came up, she'd try it. Her only other friend was her neighbor Ginny Weasley, who herself didn't have any other friends because her mother wouldn't let her go out. The fact she suffered a magical accident due to her siblings won't be helping either. She didn't have a set activity she enjoyed and was open to pretty much anything, although for the time being, she's been taking a shine to cooking.

"Hermione, what time is it? I feel it's getting late and we should be getting home soon." Harry asked, noting that the other girls were starting to doze off.

"It's nearly 6. Yeah, we should get going." Hermione said as she glanced at her phone, which was indeed still working fine. Stifling a yawn, Hermione slowly got up, taking care not to upset her full stomach, which was visibly stuffed with ice cream and pushed hard against her jeans. Now on her own two feet, she let loose a loud and quick burp as the other girls followed suit, each of them groaning quietly as their stomachs were also stuffed, Daphne's more than the others, mostly in part to the fact that it was the largest out of the girls, save Hermione's.

Exchanging farewells, the girls opted to give Harry and Hermione quick handshakes, heeding Hermione's warning as she watched them like a hawk, before agreeing to meet on the Hogwarts Express. Leaving the parlor, Harry and Hermione watched as their wives walked off to the nearest Floo Station, their plump bodies and bums shaking and in Luna's case, hips swaying with every step.

"I*yawn* I think that went well. They seemed to enjoy themselves, although it was hard to tell with Daphne." Hermione said tiredly, leaning her bulk against Harry slightly as they rounded a corner into an alleyway. Casting a few secrecy spells, Harry started opening a portal to Hermione's house.

"I saw that too, I hope everything's fine at home. Whatever the case, we'll *yawn* worry about it later. Rome wasn't built in a day afterall." Harry said, finally completing the portal home. Walking inside, Hermione simply laid down on the couch, not bothering to transfigure her clothes into something more comfortable.

"True, but they were laying bricks every hour. All I'm saying is we should take it slowly." Hermione somehow murmured out before her breathing even out, letting Harry know she fell asleep. Waving his hand, Harry transfigured his and Hermione's clothes into pajamas and a nightgown respectfully before he opted to sleep on the couch as well. Summoning a blanket, he draped it over them as he used Hermione's padded hip as a pillow, the older and larger girl reaching a hand towards him on instinct.

That night, the duo dreamed of what was to come if everything went well, and across the country, their wives did the same.

Elsewhere

"Come on Narcissa, you raised a child by yourself, you self taught yourself about and live in the non magical world, and have knowledge about it that would put Dumbledore and the so called expert Arthur Weasley to shame, and you're essentially the head of an operation to expose and destroy a corrupt country, you can knock on a door." Narcissa thought as she looked at the wooden door in front of her. Her revealing robes were now transfigured into non magical ones that hugged her figure, but didn't reveal everything like the robes did, although there was a hint of cleavage.

Raising her hand, she knocked firmly on the door, sending her body into motion as she heard someone coming to answer. After a few seconds, she heard heavy footfalls coming towards her before the door quickly swung open, revealing her niece, although like herself, she was fat.

Standing at 5'6, Nymphadora Tonks yawned as she gathered her wits, clearly exhausted from something as she didn't bother to cover herself completely. Wearing a stretched out Weird Sisters T-Shirt, it was clear that the article of clothing was on its last legs considering the fact the chest area exposed her purple bra and sizable bust, each boob about ¾ the size of her head. Moving downward, her belly pushed against the t-shirt, her bellybutton's location clearly visible behind the fabric, even though it hung over the waistband of her pants. Coupled with her belly was a pair of good sized lovehandles sitting on a good sized pair of hips, easily two and a half, maybe three feet across.

"Can I help you?" She lazily asked, her heart shaped face staring at Narcissa in waiting.

"Is Andromeda Tonks home?" Narcissa tentatively asked, last minute mental preparations running through her mind.

"Yeah, just gimme a second. MUM! Someone's here to see you!" She shouted, turning back into the house to call her mother, revealing a large heart shaped arse. Shortly after, a blonde woman with features similar to Narcissa when she was thin, although she had a smaller bust and softer facial features bustled in the doorway, accosting her daughter.

"Nymphadora Tonks! Go back inside and cover yourself up. I apologize for my daughter, now, who am I speaking with?" She chastised, sending her daughter off before turning to the

"Andy, it's your sister Narcissa." Narcissa simply said, deciding that being honest was the best option. At first, Andromeda couldn't believe that this huge woman was her sister. There was no way she'd let herself become like this, not to mention how Lucius would react. However, as she gazed into her eyes, using Legilimency, she caught a few memories that Narcissa leaked forward, ones that only the two of them and Bellatrix would know.

"Cissy?" She asked, her voice wavering as she eventually recognized her sister past all her fat. Before she knew she rushed forward and barreled into her sister, completely ignoring the fact she was 5 times her weight. As she sunk into her flab, she cried into her meaty shoulder, staining the fabric.

"Yeah Andy, it's me. I'm here." Narcissa murmured, rubbing her sister's back soothingly.

"I missed you Cissy." Andromeda whispered.

"I missed you too Andy." She whispered back.

AN: HOLY MOLY was that a slog to do. Anyway, I've introduced more magics throughout the world that were repurposed for comics and manga. Remember, many magics, before the reveal, were edited by squibs and non magicals in the know in order to throw off suspicion. For example, when Harry channeled magic through his eyes and fingers, it was in a manner similar to channeling Chakra in Naruto.

Anyway, this chapter has shown that even though Harry and Hermione are OP, they're human and have weaknesses. Harry is terrible with strangers and Hermione, while bossy, is very protective of Harry. Susan has a relatively normal home life, Daphne is an emotionless Ice Queen even at home, Luna has little to no social skills, and Ginny has suffered living at the Burrow, both from the Twins and Molly. Seriously, Molly is such a tyrant.

Anyway, more posts I found on Reddit. Credit is due where credit is due.

Addressing the 'Magic doesn't work with electricity' bullhonky.

-I don't think that magic and technology are incompatible.

There's more evidence for them working alongside one another - and even interacting - with no issue than there is of the opposite.

Yes, Hermione does say:

"electricity, computers, and radar, and all those things - go haywire around Hogwarts, there's too much magic in the air."

But where is she getting her information from? A book or two, presumably, but who wrote those books? What was their background, what agenda might they have had for writing what they did, what tests did they conduct?

Who brought a computer to Hogwarts? I can think of a handful of reasons why a computer might not work if brought to Hogwarts that don't include 'too much magic in the air' - including, but not limited to, there being no electrical outlets at Hogwarts, the person attempting the test not knowing how to work a computer, sabotage of one flavor or another, the experiment being conducted at a time when computers were the size of rooms and still worked off of vacuum tubes - any one of which, or combination, could have seriously hampered a test to find out whether computers work at Hogwarts.

I can also think of a very good reason why Radar specifically would have trouble around Hogwarts: the Hogwarts grounds are enchanted to be Unplottable. I imagine there *would* be a poor interaction between a technology designed to clearly record the surroundings and an enchantment that prevents a specific area from being clearly recorded.

And how much magic is 'too much magic'? Would the Department of Mysteries not also generate huge quantities of magic? If 'too much magic' interferes with electricity, should it not affect all the electrical things buried under London; the cables and conduits and the Tube and emergency generators, etc.?

To say nothing of the presence of the Ministry in general, or St. Mungo's, or Diagon and Knockturn Alley, and however many other magical buildings might be dotted about the city like 12 Grimmauld Place.

No, I think that, if electricity really does not work around Hogwarts, it'll be because someone specifically enchanted the grounds or building to interfere with electrical devices. Which is not so much 'too much magic in the air' but more of 'specific, inhibiting, sabotaging magic' being in the air.

Let us also consider Dumbledore's Deluminator. In order to cause a light source to disappear from its place of generation, travel to the Deluminator in an orb, stay there for however long, and then travel back, I imagine an awful lot of very complex magic must be involved. And yet, despite this, the electric street lights at Privet Drive suffer no malfunction when Dumbledore Deluminates them at the start of PS.

Finally, let us consider Harry's watch. I believe it must have been a battery powered one, even if it had analogue hands and a clock face. Why? Because I think that Harry can reasonably be expected to have been able to clean it and rewind it if that was all it took to get it working again; if it were but clockwork and spring. I think that the reason it stopped working is that it was battery powered, and that when the battery was submerged in the Lake, in February, the cold completely discharged the battery.-

I mean, throw your smartphone into a near freezing lake and see what happens.

Going even further, if magic and electricity were incompatible, then muggleborns themselves could not exist in the muggle world, as they're magical. Therefore, they couldn't live in their own houses, they couldn't go to school, etc: their very presence would make it so living in the muggle world is impossible, yet Hermione, Harry and probably every other muggleborn/raised grew up living a relatively normal life.-

It's one of those things that, even though it's almost never addressed, whatever evidence we have against it is vastly overwhelmed by critical thinking, looking outside the box, and other details within the text.

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"I don't like Quidditch."

"How could you not like Quidditch? It's the best sport out there."

"Two things: One, it's the only sport around here, so of course it's the best, as there's no competition. Two, I dislike it because playing has a high chance of killing you. I enjoy my head on my body and not being destroyed by a Bludger flying at me, thank you very much."

See you guys later, and Happy Holidays.