Harry's New Mommies

Since you guys liked the first chapter, here is another one for you to enjoy! Let me know what you thought about it in a review!

So, as you can see guys, I have de-aged Narcissa and Bellatrix by a few years, and have had their recollection of Harry completely wiped away. As that would be the case with the rest of the world. To the world, Harry Potter was just another boy. Not the Boy Who Lived. And, due to the Horcrux no longer being active within Harry, as Mrs Cluas purged it from his system, Voldemort is no longer a threat.

Also, I have de-aged Harry from 11 years old - what he was in ch1 - back down to 6, and he has had memories repressed. However, he will have nightmares of the Dursley's, as they were far too ingrained within his system, and he will have fantastic dreams of Magic, and Hogwarts, just so the entire 'magic' thing isn't wiped completely from him!

Anyway, I hope this chapter is wholesome for you! Please enjoy!

Chapter 2 - The Meeting

Narcissa yawned rather loudly as she was awoken from her slumber. Rising up and stretching her arms above her head, she could only moan in delight as she felt the muscles relax and small little popping noises gave even more pleasure to her body as her body was stretched out.

Opening her eyes, Narcissa quickly looked towards the other side of the bed, and she frowned lightly when she noticed that her little snuggle-pillow – Bellatrix – wasn't in the bed with her, even though normally, whenever she woke up, Bellatrix was still fast asleep.

Shrugging her shoulders, Narcissa didn't ponder upon it any more.

Instead, she opted to rise from the bed, before quickly glancing at the large, grandfather clock that was on the other side of the room to have a quick check of the time.

'Seven in the morning...' Narcissa thought to herself with a small little groan, 'It is much to early...' She added on as an afterthought.

She really didn't like waking up early. It meant that the day could drag on for a bit too long for her tastes, and getting back to sleep now would be useless, now that her body was awake, and for the fact that Bellatrix would most likely wake her up in a few minutes for breakfast anyway.

Sighing to herself, Narcissa brought her arms up behind her back, fiddling with the back of the bra, and after a few moments, a small little 'clicking' noise was heard as the bra came undone, the straps falling down her shoulders, and with no pressure supporting them, her breasts spilled out for all to marvel at.

Allowing her perky and firm D-cup breasts some freedom, Narcissa quickly flicked the worn bra into the laundry hamper, then, she started to hum to herself as she grabbed hold of the elastic-band of her panties, and started to slowly take them off, raising one leg at a time to take them off.

With that done, Narcissa spared one last glance to the worn panties, and she flushed in embarrassment when she noticed that they were still a little soggy.

Quickly flicking them to the hamper, Narcissa spared a brief glance at the full-body length mirror, and she gently trailed her hands down her hips once again, before gently playing with the small, neatly trimmed batch of pubic hair that rested above her glistening lips.

Now, Narcissa actually didn't mind having pubic hair, it was her ex-husband that disliked the idea of having it, but now, in her newfound freedom with Bellatrix, she could do whatever she wanted with it, and having pubic hair just made her feel more 'womanly' than if she didn't have any.

Heading over towards her dresser that was on her side of the bed – Bellatrix had one as well, just on the other side of the bed – Narcissa pulled open the smaller top draw, of which was filled with a dozen or so bras of different color, and styles.

Taking a random one from the neat little drawer, the one that had been chosen was a rather modest one that had a bit of frills around the edges and was a simple silver color.

Opening the other small drawer, Narcissa hummed to herself as she glanced at the many choices of underwear that she had available, although, she kept her eye out for one that was of similar color to her bra – she did her best to match colors of her undergarments.

And, once that was selected, she quickly did up her bra, fiddling around with the strappings on it to get it to the most comfortable position on her shoulders, then finally clipped the buckle together, then once that was done, she brought her panties down, and stepped into them, gently pulling them up her legs, and up her thighs, before they nestled in place, and once again, the outline of Narcissa's cameltoe was there for all to see.

Narcissa then opened the next drawer, opting to go with a simple white shirt that had a few little patterns on them of different shades of green, and as she put it on – struggling a little bit to get it past her breasts – it came down to her waistline, barely giving someone a glimpse of her panties underneath, and that was it.

She didn't feel like going with any pants this particular day, sometimes they felt a little too restrictive on her form.

"Cissy!"

Turning around sharply, Narcissa looked towards the door, and she could hear frantic footfalls from the hallway. On instinct, Narcissa went towards the holster on top of the dresser, and pulled out her wand, keeping a firm grip on it as she heard Bellatrix rapidly approaching.

Moments later, the door slammed open, and it revealed Bellatrix, wearning nothing but a simple black singlet that had big, white letters reading 'Bad Bitch', and it was easy to tell that she wasn't wearing a bra, with the way her breasts bounced with each movement, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath, allowing Narcissa a proper look at her slightly untamed pubic hair and vaginal lips.

Although, Narcissa was a little taken back, Bellatrix looked absolutely frazzled, and her hair was wild and unkempt, like she ran her hands through it roughly, and her eyes were wide with hints of surprise, and fear in them.

"What's wrong?" Narcissa asked, taking a few steps towards her eldest sister – who oddly enough, looked a tad bit younger than before.

"I... you... child..." Bellatrix muttered out, speaking so quickly that Narcissa could only really hear those three words come out of her mouth, however, the frantic pointing towards somewhere else in the house was really grating on her nerves.

"Calm down!" Narcissa urged her sister, the grip on her wand loosening slightly as she realized there wasn't any danger in the house, and as she placed her free hand upon Bellatrix's shoulder – trying to calm her down to make more sense, "What is wrong?"

Bellatrix took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down the best she could, and once she felt like that was the case, she looked directly into her sister's eyes, "Why is there a child in the house?"

Standing there, stunned for a few moments, Narcissa blinked a few times, "A... child?" She said, trying to reconfirm what Bellatrix just said.

"Yes!" She forced out, her hands gesturing wildly again towards another area in the house, "A child, in the living room! Barely looks six-years old!"

Narcissa felt her heart stammer in her chest, and she gulped audibly, "Lead me there."

Nodding her head, and sending a curious glance towards her sister, Bellatrix turned on her heel and went back towards the door, Narcissa following a few steps behind her.

For Narcissa, her mind was running a million miles a minute, how did a child get into their home? How did a child even find the place that was hidden by powerful spells? How did the child get past the barrier, even?

However, suddenly, Narcissa remembered what happened the previous night, when she wished upon a shooting star.

'I wish I can raise a child again.'

Did... did her wish really get granted?

Is that how a child suddenly appeared in their home? Because the shooting star granted her wish?

Just that simple thought, it made Narcissa's heart leap into her mouth, and she could feel... nervous excitement coursing through her veins, and she could feel her breasts start to ache at the thought.

Although, what Narcissa didn't realize at that very moment, all of her hormones started to go out of whack, and that caused her breasts to produce breastmilk once again, even though she wasn't pregnant, nor breastfeeding a child anymore.

Apparently, her body really wanted to experience breastfeeding once more.

Harry didn't know what was happening!

He remembered going to sleep in his dormitory back at Hogwarts, and now, suddenly, he finds himself in a place that he doesn't even recognize! And, to make matters worse, he could hardly remember anything!

When he tried to remember things, everything felt... fuzzy and muddled up, so his memory was basically gone out the window, and he tried to remember names... that came to a failure as well.

And, as he looked around, he saw many fancy looking trinkets that gleamed under the light of the room, and if he glanced outside, he could see the sun slowly rising over the horizon.

However, as he looked around the room again, in the very far corner of the room, which was decorated in very fancy, and high-quality wallpaper, and even soft carpet that tickled his feet, his was able to see a large, grandfather clock, standing proudly in the corner of the room, and he was just barely able to see the time as he squinted, "Seven in the morning." He muttered out to himself.

Gulping audibly, Harry slowly walked around the room, trying to find any possible hint of where he was.

However, as he came across a large mirror, out of the corner of his eye, something made him stop dead in his tracks, and he could feel his heart start to hammer away at his chest.

Turning around fully, he looked into mirror.

And he couldn't help but let out a scream – which sounded awfully cute, and childish – and that was because as he stared at himself through the mirror... well, he could hardly even recognize himself!

He looked... younger!

The clothes that he was currently were so baggy that he couldn't even see his arms, nor his legs poking out of the fabric, and his face, it looked smoother, and his cheeks were a little bit chubby, and even his height was so different.

Before, he stood at a reasonable height of 5', however, right now, if he had to guess, he was maybe 3'7.

Tousling his black hair around, Harry could still fear a very faint mark upon his forehead that resembled a lightning bolt, and his bottle-green eyes were hidden behind a pair of glasses that were much too big for his body.

"What... happened?" He muttered to himself, before he cleared his throat and flushed heavily at the way his voice sounded. It was just so high pitched, and he wasn't used to it!

However, before anything else could be done, Harry suddenly froze on the spot when he noticed that at the very far end of the room, through the reflection in the mirror, Harry saw the door-handles rattling around.

Frozen like a deer in headlights, Harry could only gulp as he watched as the door slowly opened, and two women slowly filtered through.

Taking a step back in fear as their eyes landed upon him, Harry looked left and right rapidly, trying to find anyway that he could run, and possibly hide.

But, it was all for naught. There was nowhere to run, and there was nowhere to hide in the room. There was no door that he could leave through, apart from the one where the two older women came through.

Now, with unbridled fear coursing through his body, Harry couldn't help but curl up into a little ball on the ground, and start to shed a few tears as his silently cried, his hands rubbing his body in an attempt to self-comfort himself.

He was scared. He was alone. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know how he got here, and most of all, he didn't even know who these two people were.

Frowning lightly as Narcissa saw how the child had reacted – something was... awfully familiar about that child, but she couldn't place her finger on it – however, despite having an intruder in her home, she couldn't be angered, or even upset.

It was just a poor, lost little child.

And, seeing the child acting like this, it bubbled up something within her.

It took her a while for her mind to register what exactly her body was feeling, but once she realized what it was, she couldn't help but have a fond, serene smile upon her face.

It was her maternal instincts.

"It's alright, little one." Narcissa said, her voice carrying across the room in a soft whisper. Giving a brief glance towards her eldest sister, Narcissa gave a small gesture signifying that she wanted to do this alone.

Blinking a few times, Bellatrix gave a rather hesitant nod towards her sister. She had never seen her act like this... only really when she was replaying really fond memories to her about raising Draco.

Nodding her head, silently thanking Bellatrix for agreeing, Narcissa gently tugged down her shirt, making sure that it was covering her panties – and currently, she was really regretting not wearing pants or shorts! - and she slowly made her way over towards the child that was cowering in fear.

And, as she stepped closer, she could hear his near silent sniffles, and she could even see a few little tears falling from his adorable chubby little cheeks.

Now, within a foot of the cowering child, Narcissa bent down, so she could make herself appear less threatening to the child, should he look up again, and making herself closer to his height would also be a factor in helping calm him down.

"You alright, little one?" Narcissa inquired, gently raising a perfectly manicured hand and placing it onto the boy's shoulder, where he flinched violently at the contact.

"Don't hurt me..."

Frowning heavily at that response from the little child, Narcissa could only gently run her hand across his shoulder, as the other one lowered towards one of his hands, "I won't hurt you, little one." She whispered out softly, gently running her thumb across the boy's skin.

Gently peeling the boy's hand away from his face, Narcissa was greeted with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, the soft, bottle-green eyes seemed so innocent, yet so full of pain at the same time, and his glasses were filled with little teardrops, making them near impossible to see out of.

Gently running her hand across the boy's head, she gently brushed away the strands that were sticking to his face, and then, she found a peculiar marking upon his skin, that in shape of a lightning bolt.

It looked... old... and it had made a permanent mark in his skin.

Now, before 'The Wish', Narcissa would've instantly known who this was, and what this marking meant.

However, now, since the timeline had been altered, and practically changed by a simple wish, Narcissa didn't know anything, it was almost as if history was rewritten.

"Poor thing." She murmured out, her hand gently tracing across that nasty looking scar, However, she stopped immediately after he flinched from the touch, and she could see him wince in pain, "Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Mmm..."

Hearing that little hum of acknowledgement, Narcissa gently cupped the boy's chin, causing him to look up at her, flashing him a soft, motherly smile, Narcissa gently took the boy's glasses from his face, momentarily frowning as they were way too big for his head, and she gently started to clean the lenses with the fabric of her shirt.

As she was doing so, she made a mental note to get this boy a new pair of glasses, ones that properly fit on his face.

However, she quickly shook her head away from those particular thoughts as she placed the glasses back on his face, "What's your name, little one?" She asked softly, running her thumb underneath his eyes to scoop of the remaining tears that had yet to fall.

"H-Harry..." The boy whispered, "M-my name is Harry."

Narcissa had a gentle smile on her face, "My name is Narcissa, Harry." She introduced herself, before looking over her shoulder, seeing Bellatrix still standing there, looking at the both of them with a dumbfounded expression, "That lady behind me is Bellatrix, my sister."

Bellatrix made an odd noise in her mouth as she was suddenly introduced, fidgeting lightly on the spot as she gave a soft little wave. Suddenly, she felt very awkward about her state of dress – or lack of – and tried to pull down her singlet to cover her waist, however, all that did was reveal more of her perky C-cup breasts.

For the both of them, any other time before this wish and before everything started, they would be freaking out that Harry Potter was with them, and Bellatrix, for her part would've been screaming for the fact that Voldemort's enemy was right in front of them, so young, and vulnerable.

However, once again, thanks to a little powerful magic, they didn't even think of it. To them, there was no such thing as 'Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived'.

To them, all that Harry was, was a young, scared little child.

GRUMBLE

Flushing brightly, Harry's hands shot down to his stomach, clutching at it as he gave a soft, nervous chuckle, "Sorry..." He muttered out, looking away from the gentle blonde.

Tittering lightly, she ruffled Harry's head, "Don't worry, little one." She said, "How about we make breakfast?" She asked.

In her previous life, in her marriage with Lucius, there would've been no way that she would've cooked. Not when they had many House Elf's to do that.

But now, with no House Elf's to speak off, Narcissa had found a small little hobby of cooking. She found it very relaxing.

Seeing little Harry nod his head, Narcissa gave a soft smile, before she stood up, showing that she did indeed tower of the small child by nearly two feet, where he only just came up to her stomach, "Good. Then, afterwards, I can help find out where your parents are."

It was only the other possible, and maybe logical reason that Narcissa had. If this boy wasn't a result from her wish, then it was entirely possible that he might've been travelling by Floo, and must've stepped out at the wrong fireplace.

If that was the case, then his parents must be freaking out righteously, trying to desperately find their lost little boy.

But... if that wasn't case...

Well... she would have to discuss with Bellatrix about that, and what had happened last night before she finally went to bed.

Shaking her head away from those thoughts, she outstretched her hand downwards, and seeing it, little Harry nervously took hold of it, and helped himself up on his feet, "Come on, Bella." Narcissa said, looking towards her sister, "Let us make some breakfast."

Nodding her head, Bellatrix started to make her way over towards her sister and this little child, a contemplative expression on her face as she tried to figure out just where this boy came from... or how he even came here in the first place.

And most of all, figure out why her sister was so... soft and gentle with this child.

END CHAPTER

I hope you liked this chapter, I tried to make it lewd at the beginning, and rather wholesome for the rest of the way!