A/N: I modified last chapter a tiny bit, to simplify titling. All adults are now Lords and Ladies. Certain job titles, like auror, minister or professor, can replace these depending on circumstances. This should also resolve everything with the weird titling going on during the trial, while still letting me use the more awesome sounding Lord and Lady, with a semi-decent excuse.
Chapter 2 — Growth
Bellatrix picked up the newspaper after Harry finished drinking. She'd heard about other women reading it while nursing, but it just felt disrespectful to her.
There was news. Some Death Eaters locked away, some freed.
Frank Longbottom had died during the attack from her husband and in-law. But Alice was in St. Mungo's, and expected to stay there for at least a week. Cruciatus overdose. Nasty stuff.
But perfectly possible she'd wake up from her coma, and she'd been a friend of Harry's birth mother.
While the Oath of Care would basically guarantee Bellatrix could keep Harry, she knew perfectly well that she wasn't immortal. And while she couldn't think of anyone able to kill her aside from possibly Dumbledore, she didn't want to risk Harry's well-being on that.
She'd already gotten Andromeda in their little Coven for that purpose, but Andromeda was married, and if Harry had to move it, in was possible that the mudblood would notice something wrong. And while Andromeda would, of course, dispose of him if he was a risk, murdering your spouse drew a lot of the wrong attention.
But Alice Longbottom was perfect, aside from having her own brat. Dead husband, no close male relatives… sure, there was the grandmother, but if push came to shove, she could also be welcomed into the Coven.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
That evening, around midnight, Bellatrix bundled a sleeping Harry up as tight as she could. She'd gotten a carrier that would keep Harry close to her body, and she was wearing her combat stuff. She prepared using all identity hiding charms she knew from the Death Eaters, though using a black cloth mask instead of the white bonelike masks the Death Eaters wore.
Then she apparated to a seemingly random alley in London. The entrance to St. Mungo's was right around the corner, but Andromeda had told her how the hospital was hidden from the muggles, and there were no space-manipulations in the spell damage ward. This meant bypassing the right wall would be all she needed.
A few charms for sticking and gravitational attraction on her boots, and she scaled the wall.
Keeping track of her height by the windows on the opposite wall, she reached the approximate height and used a divination made for looking through walls to pinpoint the right spot.
Most wards were supported by small wardstones on its edges. In a case like St. Mungo's, in the corners of the building. It was these stones that held the ward, preventing her from just apparating in. Or casting spells through the edge — or border — of the ward.
She found one. A sticking charm held it in the corner, and while she couldn't cast spells past the ward's edge without raising an alert, the sticking charm was outside of it. As Andromeda'd said, it was small — grit, really. Perhaps as large as her thumb was thick, and her hands were almost dainty.
It wasn't possible to land a spell through a solid wall, but a subtle drilling charm solved that issue, and she dispelled the sticking charm.
Then she simply banished the wardstone into the room. She apparated into the room, but outside the wards.
Then she just walked in. She went through its edge, but that wouldn't register different to the wards than just walking into the front entrance. Andromeda'd told her it wasn't even being monitored.
It was dark, but a minor darkvision charm solved that issue. Before long, she'd found the right bed. It said Alice Longbottom at the end.
A quick diagnostic charm confirmed what Bellatrix thought. In a coma, not going to wake up anytime soon. And when she wakes up, she'll be Harry's through and through.
Bellatrix pulled down the blanket and spelled the hospital gown open. Then she loosened the straps that held the sleeping Harry to her and gently woke him.
When he fussed, she laid him at Alice's breast, and as used as he was, he drank right away. Bellatrix felt the snap of familiarity that meant Alice was now a Coven member.
Alice stirred. Now, that wasn't completely extraordinary, but it was that she moved her arms and cradled Harry to her chest.
She'd… woken up? Because Harry drank from her?
Bellatrix swiftly cast her diagnostic spell.
This was impossible. She could barely find a trace of the Cruciatus damage.
She looked up, but Alice was looking down lovingly at Harry. And somewhat confused. Bellatrix'd wait until Harry was done before talking with Alice. It'd be rude otherwise. And it gave her time to decide about what to say.
Luckily, Harry hadn't been that hungry, and was done with thirty seconds.
Alice looked up and noticed Bellatrix. "What happened?"
Bellatrix removed her mask and hood, so that Alice could recognize her. "I can't tell you much." She said. "Trust me, for Harry's sake?"
Alice nods. "Yeah, but, where's Frank? Is he around here? And Neville?"
"Can't tell you. Nobody can know Harry or I were here, and so you can't have known about it. I didn't know nursing Harry would cure you — I just thought to get you on our side for when you woke up. You'll need to tell them you don't know why you're healed."
Alice collected herself, and if that included hugging Harry, who still lay on top of her, Bellatrix understood that. "Okay. I can do that."
"Good." Bellatrix said. "I guess it's hard to wait for the morning when the Healers return, and your vitals won't set off any alarms — I checked and you're healthy now. Want me to put you back to sleep, so the morning will be there sooner, and you can ask about your family?"
"Yes. Please." Alice lay back and let Bellatrix get Harry again. She covered herself and lay back.
"When you have time unattended, drop by Lestrange Manor. There are a few things we have to tell you. Do so alone."
"Understood."
"Sleep tight." Bellatrix cast a sleeping spell. It should get Alice under until morning.
She strapped Harry back onto herself tightly and headed back to her corner. She tied a string around the wardstone and led it through the miniscule hole she'd made. Then she cast a sticking charm around the hole, except where the string would touch it.
She apparated outside, and hanging on the wall, pulled the wardstone back in place with the string.
A flick of her wand burned the string, leaving no other trace of her passing than the hole, and she apparated home.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
Two months after she adopted Harry, Bellatrix sighed as she tried her best to feed Harry the baby food she'd bought. Even Cassie had weaned off completely, but Harry was near impossible to convince. Still, as a new record, after much cajoling and outright begging, Harry had eaten a full three spoonfuls.
Not that she didn't want to nurse him. But secrets must be kept, and that'd be a lot easier if he could eat normally.
Those soulful green eyes looked up to her, unhappy but trusting she knew what was right. And she convinced him to try a fourth spoonful.
He swallowed, frowning oddly. And then puked. Within a second, Bellatrix had her wand ready, cleaning up everything.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry."
Harry started crying. In seconds, she had her corset down, and Harry out of his chair.
She offered him her breast, and he calmed down again. "I'm sorry, Harry. I don't know what it's about, but if you can't eat, then it's just drinking for you."
He looked up at her, the very picture of betrayed trust.
She gently kissed him while he drank from her. "I won't make you try again. I promise."
After he finished nursing, she just cuddled him close. Solid food just wasn't in the cards for him.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
It was well over a year since she'd adopted Harry, and Bellatrix sat down to play with him and Cassiopeia when it happened.
Cassie crawled over to Harry, pointed at the blocks he was building a castle (Hogwarts!) out of, and hissed.
Harry, completely unconcerned, hissed back, and handed her the block.
Cassie took it and carefully balanced it on her other block.
Bellatrix came back to her senses. That had been parseltongue. Her daughter could have gotten it from her father, of course — Voldemort had been the most famous user of the ability in recent history.
But how Harry could have gotten the ability was beyond her. She'd cast plenty diagnostic charms on him in the time he'd lived with her, but they showed nothing near his soul, where such an ability would have to come from.
Perhaps something to do with Voldemort's defeat?
Regardless, it was useless to think about it. But if it came out — from either — they might get in trouble because of it.
As much as she'd have wanted them to be able to use it in public, she'd have to teach them to keep that ability quiet. Even though it definitely warmed her heart that they had something special between them.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
The flames flared green, and Nymphadora came through, followed by her mother. Today, the Hogwarts Express would leave, carrying her with it as a new first-year student.
She couldn't wait.
Her five-year-old cousin, Harry, ran towards her and hugged her. She hugged him back tightly. She was going to miss him in the coming year. It'd be yule before they'd see each other again after today.
"We don't have much time." Her mother interrupted them. "Your father will be at the station soon, and we need to meet him there."
Nymphadora rolled her eyes. Her father hadn't noticed anything about the Coven in years, and probably wouldn't now, either. Still, she pulled at the collar of her robes. When relaxed in her natural form like now, she barely had A-cups, but she knew what Harry liked, so she grew them all the way to D.
Harry happily latched on and drank from her. Nymphadora relaxed as she cradled her cousin's head to her chest with one arm, maintaining the hug with the other.
She'd miss this almost as much as she'd miss the rest of him. Her breath calmed as Harry drank away all her anxiety, leaving only her giddiness. She was going to finally learn her own magic. She rested her head on Harry's as he switched to her other boob, and whispered. "Gonna miss you, Harry."
He responded by squeezing the hug and tightening his lips for a moment. A full minute later — and it was rare she was his entire meal — he pulled back. "I'm gonna miss you too, Nym."
She smiled. Harry hadn't ever been able to say her name yet. So to not hurt her, he'd taken the habit of shortening it. Which, while adorable, was unneccesary. She'd never be hurt as long as he tried, and he definitely did.
Since Nymphadora could almost feel her mother telling her to hurry, she fixed her robes. "Let's go?"
An hour later, she was waving at them with her arm out of the window; the Hogwarts Express picking up speed. Waving to her mother, her father, Aunt Bella, Cassie, and most importantly, Harry.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
"Mum, what's going on?" Harry's concern was clear in his voice.
Bellatrix sighed. "Cassie's not just sick, Harry. She has Dragon Pox. For some reason, you and I didn't get sick from it, but Cassie is. The Healers are doing everything they can to make her better."
"It's gonna work, right?"
"I really hope so, honey."
Harry cuddled closer to her, and she absentmindedly kissed him on his head.
"I really hope so."
Cassie had been in St. Mungo's for two weeks now, and she was getting desperate.
A door opened, and a Healer came up to them.
"I'm sorry, Lady Lestrange. There is nothing more we can do. Best I can see, she's got maybe a week left."
Bellatrix squeezed her eyes shut.
After a moment, the Healer continued. "Both you and Harry have been tested and found resistant to the disease. Little Cassie has mostly been complaining she wants to go home."
"We'll take her." Bellatrix managed. "At least she'll get to be with us."
"I'll arrange it."
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
She put Cassie in her own bed in her room. Her daughter was pale and clammy. Obviously in pain, and wanting nothing more than to be held, despite being four already.
Even if Bellatrix hadn't been willing, Harry was more than eager to keep her company and alleviate her loneliness.
So now she sat with one of them on either leg, and the kids were talking in parseltongue. She'd never known the language could sound so sad.
She wracked her brain, trying to think of something, anything she knew that could help Cassie, but she'd always been better at killing people than saving them.
Unlike her darling Harry. When he—.
Wait. He'd drank from Alice that first time. The Healers had called it a miracle when Lady Longbottom woke up that quickly.
Perhaps it hadn't been a coincidence. But if she let him try, and it didn't work, he'd feel guilty about failing to save Cassie.
Then again, it'd also explain why Bellatrix herself had been immune from the disease. And why none of the Coven had ever gotten sick since Harry was in their lives. He drank from everyone at least once a week — except from Nymphadora, who was at Hogwarts now.
Even Mispy, the house-elf, was looking like the pinnacle of health.
It was worth a try.
"Harry, there's one more thing we can try, maybe. But it's very unlikely to work." Best guilt negation she could come up with on so short a notice.
"Tell me. I'll do anything." He near demanded.
"When you first drank from Alice, she was very hurt as well. We thought it was strange that she woke up when you drank from her, but it might have been that your drinking healed her. So we're going to have you try drinking from Cassie."
"Okay." He reached over.
"Wait." Bellatrix gently held his hand. "You're going to need to be careful, and drink as little as possible. Cassie hasn't been able to eat well for a while, so it might be bad for her to give you too much milk."
"Okay. I'll stop as soon as we can."
Cassie was nearly unconscious from the disease and hardly knew what was happening. Bellatrix removed her girl's robes, and Harry crouched down. Normally he was firm when drinking, but to Cassie, he latched on as gently as any five-year-old could.
The Cassie's arms moved, cradling her brother to her chest. Right before Bellatrix's eyes, the color flowed back into her skin. The washed-out violet tint her eyes had taken on sprang to life, once more reminiscent of her own. Even the lankness of her hair receded.
Harry pulled back, and Cassie let him go with obvious reluctance.
"Mum?" she said. "Harry?"
"You're all right." Bellatrix sagged in relief.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
N—Tonks sat on the train back home with many concerns. There'd been a couple of third years making fun of her first name. She really missed Harry and the others. And she felt as if she was weakening magically. At the start of the year, she'd been the most powerful of her peers by a significant margin, but by now it had shrunk, and on top of that, she'd actually had to try in class. Spells didn't just happen on the first attempt anymore.
Still, it wasn't all bad. Hufflepuff was great, and she'd befriended all girls in her dorm to some degree. Mary and Beth McKinnon, identical twins, though Mary was more studious and Beth more social. Talita Goldstein, probably smartest in their dorm, and she had a brother around Harry's age, whom she falsely claimed was more adorable. And Olivia Jones, a muggleborn with an easy smile and a sweet tooth. And on the magical front, despite feeling weakened, she was still the best with the actual casting of magic.
Potions didn't count as casting magic. And besides, nobody could do well with Snape, so that didn't count twice.
Tonks told her dorm mates goodbye, and left the train.
Harry ran towards her when he was her, with Cassie right on his heels, and slammed into her with running hugs.
"Hey there. You missed me? I sure missed you two."
She grinned as they started telling her how much they missed her.
Hufflepuff was great, family was better.
Harry took a step back and grinned at her in pride for what was coming. "Welcome back home, Nymphadora." He carefully enunciated. He'd obviously practiced saying her name, as he definitely couldn't before she went to Hogwarts.
And while part of her wanted to correct him to use her surname, most of her was just overwhelmed by how adorable he was, and just knowing how much effort it must have taken him…
"Glad to be back." Nymphadora said with a smile. "And call me Nym if you want to. I know it's a lot easier."
She followed them towards the adults, each of the kids grabbing one of her hands. She felt like a big sister again, instead of a little firstie.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
Green flames flared, and Nym stepped out of them. While she might not technically be his big sister, Harry still thought she was the best big almost-sister ever. Cassie might have been great, but she was very much his little sister.
Having already gotten the first hug out of his system when getting her from the station earlier, he still hugged her again. And it'd been a long while since he'd drank from her, so she'd want it. Harry had skipped dinner to be thirsty enough for it.
In the hug, he lay his head against Nym's chest. He noticed she was growing boobs.
"Fuck, I'm not waiting." She whispered. She pulled her neckline down, her robes unpicking as per the normal charm. Harry felt his head being pushed out by the sudden growth of her breasts as she grew them to be as big as his mum's. He giggled at the sensation and turned towards Nym. He looked her in the eye as he latched on to her nipple, pushing into her as he drank.
As always, her embrace grew tighter, and he could taste the tension flowing out of Nym. The flames of her inner magic had… decreased, though they pulled up again as he drank, turning back into the bonfire he knew they should be.
Nym's milk was sweet, as was that of all witches, but it tasted like shifting colors, with an underlying solidness made from shield. The black and purple offset the gentle roughness.
He tasted magic, but he'd never successfully explained how it tasted. If there were words for it, he didn't know them. Still, he knew for certain that every witch he'd ever drank from tasted unique, and he wouldn't mistake any for another even once. Nym's milk was always the amazing same, no matter her actual shape.
He raised his hand, bared Nym's other breast, and switched.
Nym sighed and hummed softly at him. But she felt calm and happy, and that was all Harry really wanted from her.
He drank his fill, delighting in the unique, pure taste of Nym, and stepped back.
Ah, while he'd been drinking, his mum and Cassie had come in.
Nym waved her hand, and a purple haze followed it. She frowned.
"What's up?" Harry asked.
"That's the spell to use sparks in the color of our choice. Using it wandlessly, I can just make a haze." Nym explained. "But the important part is, I'm strong again. While at Hogwarts, I felt like I was getting weaker all the time."
"I think it's because of Harry." Harry's mum smiled. "When he first drank from me, my magical power just about doubled. I think you just never learned how it feels without him. And I guess we found out what happens if he doesn't drink from us for a while."
"That's weird." Harry said.
"Honey, there are lots of weird things about you." She grinned at him. "That's what makes you so adorable. But I guess we should all remember that if you don't drink from us, we'll slowly revert our strength to what it'd be without you."
Nym started talking about school, but Harry knew that if there were more problems, mum would solve it. She was awesome like that.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
Bellatrix looked up as Mispy popped into the room. "What is it?"
"Lord Bulstrode be at the floo, and asking to talk to you."
"I'll be there in a moment." She needed to wear more, though. Her normal corset-and-skirts gave her great mobility and comfort, but leaving shoulders and arms bare didn't send the message she wanted here. No need to give a widower ideas she wasn't willing to entertain.
In the end, she just threw on her deep purple over robe, and even tied the open front closed.
She entered the hall, and Lord Bulstrode's head was in the fire there. "Lord Bulstrode." She greeted.
"Lady Lestrange." He greeted back. "I ask for your help."
That must be quite important, to get to the point so soon. Especially in an asking position. "Oh? And what would you need my help for?"
"It's my daughter, Millicent." He wetted his lips. "There was some amazement about how your Cassiopeia recovered from Dragon Pox overnight. I wanted to ask if you could do the same with Millicent."
Well, wasn't that interesting? Millicent was of Harry's age, so this was an opportunity. "We don't understand how Cassie just got better. But if you'd like, we can put Millicent in the same room she was in. It's worth a shot."
"Ah, I understand. No guarantees. Still, it's better than just letting my girl die. Can I bring her over now?"
Bellatrix nodded. "I'll have Mispy prepare the room. And in return… I've been wanting to introduce Harry and Cassie to more kids their age. If it works, I want Millie to come over at least every other week, more if they get along well."
Bulstrode looked relieved that the apparent cost would be so low. "That won't be an issue. I can have her there in five minutes."
"See you then."
The green flames disappeared, and Bulstrode's head with them.
"Mispy." Bellatrix spoke.
The house-elf popped next to her.
"You heard all that?"
"Yes. Mispy be happy that Master Harry be getting a playmate. And a new Coven member, Mispy thinks?"
"Yeah, that's the plan."
Mispy nodded. "Mispy be readying the room." She popped away.
The house-elf was a blessing. Even as a technically equal Coven member, she loved to work and clean and take care of people just as much as she had while bound.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
"Well, hoping for the best from here." Lord Bulstrode said, standing next to a sleeping Millicent in Cassie's room.
"And I hope with you." Bellatrix said. "Too many magical bloodlines have been lost over the years. But I think you should go home. I'll keep you informed."
"Yeah. Once again, thank you very much."
Bellatrix escorted him to the hall, and he floo'd away.
Well, it was time. She went to the drawing room, where Harry and Cassie were playing. Harry crawling around playing horsey, with a cackling Cassie clutching to his back.
She couldn't suppress a smile. While they'd always liked each other, their bond had only grown closer after Harry'd drank from her, and he still did so often, though little at a time. Cassie needed her own nutrients, but there was no better way of calming them both down for bed.
After Harry collapsed through his arms, she interrupted them, asking them to come with her, taking them to Millicent.
"Who's that?" Cassie asked.
"That's Millicent Bulstrode. She's the same age as Harry. And she's really sick, the same as you were a few months ago." Bellatrix turned to Harry. "Lord Bulstrode has heard about Cassie getting better, and he's asked if you can heal his daughter the same way. Otherwise, she might die."
"Of course!" Harry said. Generous little boy, as always. Bellatrix certainly didn't mind. Even if in the future she herself might not always be close, there'd be other Coven members around to protect him against those who'd exploit it. She'd make certain of it.
Bellatrix took out her wand and removed the robe of the nearly insensate girl.
Cassie and Harry climbed up onto the bed, and the latter crawled close.
He looked at Millicent's face, and obviously pitied the deathly sick girl. Then he leaned in and latched on to the girl's nipple, and drank, though very little. Bellatrix felt the familiarity snap into place.
Millicent gasped as she came awake. Her arms moved around Harry to cradle her to her chest, and the color flowed back into her.
Bellatrix smiled. They'd keep her here for a day, and in the morning, tell her father about the "good news", and that it'd happened overnight and she didn't know why. Millicent was in the Coven and would happily cooperate. And meanwhile, she'd ensured the girl would have access to Harry.
But for now, she'd let the kids get to know each other.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
Harry steadied himself after the disorientating sensation of being apparated. Then they started down the street. It looked exceedingly boring to Harry, but apparently Aunt Petunia liked it.
They visited every so often. Otherwise, Aunt Petunia would miss him, and that'd make her unhappy.
After a few minutes, they reached number four and rang the doorbell. There weren't wards to knock on, which'd be a lot simpler and less noisy.
Aunt Petunia opened the door and led them in.
As always, her house was immaculately clean, as if they had a house-elf. Though when Harry'd asked last time, they didn't. They didn't have one because Aunt Petunia's husband didn't like magic. For the same reason, they always visited when he wasn't there.
Harry didn't really understand that. How couldn't you love magic? But as mum said, it was just something muggles were odd about.
Once out of sight of prying eyes, Aunt Petunia undid her top, because she didn't have magic like the rest of the Coven. Harry went to her and sat on her lap, and she hugged him.
He hugged her back. Even if she was bony, hugs were about caring for each other, and she cared for him. He could bask in that.
He leaned in, and gently suckled on Aunt Petunia's nipple. Unlike when he drank from anyone else, he didn't taste any magic. Her milk was still sweet and filled his belly, but there was no heady rush, not the spectacularly unique taste that was amazing and different for each Coven member. There was no magic.
He could still feel Aunt Petunia relax as he drank her worries and anxiety away. She relaxed and cradled him against her. It was nice for the hug, not as much from the taste.
But he still wanted to drink her worries away, because he also liked Aunt Petunia.
He only sipped. But he knew that to Aunt Petunia, it'd feel just as great as if he drank fully.
Aunt Petunia talked with his mum, but he tuned it out.
Hugs were nice.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
When Cassie started eating a lot more, Bellatrix cautiously allowed her to nurse Harry more. She still insisted on doing most of it herself, since Cassie couldn't physically meditate yet, and was therefore less likely to notice any nutrient shortages herself.
And while she knew it was a bit silly, there was one thing she'd never been steadfast on, and that was sleeping alone. Both kids had their own bedrooms, and occasionally slept there alone. But sometimes either slept with the other, with her, or both with her. And so it was this morning when they woke up in one bed, all together. She slept nude herself, as it was very comfortable. And while they'd obediently tried the nightclothes she bought for them, her children also slept nude.
And well, if they were all dressed for it anyway, why not give Harry his breakfast right away. It was Cassie's turn, though, so she crawled over to her brother in all but blood.
She offered her nipple to Harry, who was barely awake, but started suckling anyway. And then she grew breasts while Harry drank.
Because of course her daughter would be a metamorphmagus like her niece was. And of course the first time she'd instinctively used it was because she knew Harry liked to drink from bigger breasts.
She patted her daughter's head, causing her to smile up at her for a moment, before focusing on Harry again.
They'd talk about it, later.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
Olivia Jones was giddy. She'd always been curious about what the lives of people in magical society were like, and Nymphadora had invited her to meet her aunt and cousin. She couldn't wait!
It was their very first Hogsmeade weekend, and Nymphadora was just leading her up to the room they'd reserved. On questioning, her friend had also been missing her family, so Olivia didn't feel bad taking up her time. She'd been worried about that.
She suddenly heard her friend's voice behind her.
"Imperio."
And then she worried about nothing. Everything was just fine.
Act like normal.
That wasn't too hard. She'd been happy about meeting them, anyway.
An adorable little boy with unruly black hair hugged Nymphadora as soon as she entered the room.
Then her friend greeted the older woman. "Good afternoon, Aunt, Harry. I've brought my friend, Olivia Jones." Nymphadora turned to her. "Olivia, these are my aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, and her adopted son, Harry Potter."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Potter, Lady Lestrange." She remembered her wizarding culture lessons well. When formal, all adults were called Lord or Lady, and children mister or miss.
"The pleasure is mutual, Miss Jones." Lady Lestrange smiled. She looked a lot like Nymphadora — they shared their curly black hair and pale skin and violet eyes, though she knew her friend's real eyes were brown instead. Her friend just considered Lestrange's violet cooler.
"Nice to meet you!" The Potter boy chirped.
They sat down with the boy on Nymphadora's lap. It was easy to see how much they liked each other.
Breastfeeding Harry is perfectly normal.
Yes, of course, it was normal. Only natural, right? Still, she was thankful that Nymphadora's voice in her head reminded her of it. Otherwise, she might have stared and made a fool of herself.
From girl talk in their dormitory, she knew Nymphadora had B-cups naturally, but wore them as C-cup. Olivia would have loved to have that ability herself, but she didn't begrudge her friend the advantages.
But when Nymphadora pulled out her breast to nurse Potter with, it was definitely a DD cup.
She turned to Lestrange, inwardly smiling at the casual affection Nymphadora showed for her cousin. But now that the niceties were over, she could ask her first question.
They traded a few words, and Olivia just felt at ease when Harry pulled back from Nymphadora. Her friend smiled at her.
You want to breastfeed Harry. You don't need to lactate to do so.
She kind of did. And it was convenient that she could just do that. So why not?
"Hey Harry." She told the boy. He looked up at her with a smile. "Would you like to drink from me too?" She hoped he would. She had red hair, some freckles, and only a B-cup, making her by far the smallest in the room.
He looked at her, surprised, but nodded, and came over to sit on her lap.
She cast an enlarging charm on her robes, allowing her to bare her breast to the boy. He sat down on one of her legs, his on either side, and leaned forwards. His green eyes looked straight into hers, and she felt his lips on her nipple.
Olivia suddenly no longer felt the compulsion to nurse Harry, but only a strong desire. She embraced him close while he drank, luxuriating in the pleasure it gave her. She felt her magic stir and flow towards him while growing in power.
And she understood.
She looked up at Nymphadora, who looked surprised. "Later," she mouthed silently. Even if it'd been for a good cause this time, she'd need to make sure her friend wouldn't imperius her again.
But first, Harry. He pawed at her other breast, so she gave it to him, twisting her torso to get close enough.
—Harry Potter and the Coven of Life—
Harry studied his wand. He'd had it for a month now, and tomorrow he'd head to Hogwarts himself. Between his mum and cousin Nym, everything had been prepared for him. The other four girls of Nym's year in Hufflepuff were also members of the Coven, so he'd spend time with them, and always have someone near to feed him.
After he'd understood how inconvenient it was, he'd tried eating solid food, but he'd reacted the same way his mum had told him he had as a toddler — vomiting, and having to nurse afterwards.
Not that he didn't want to nurse. It was like a hug, but much closer. But it was inconvenient that he needed to, and it had to stay secret, restricted to members of the Coven.
So in the past month, he'd learned several spells to help keep it a secret. According to both his mum and Nymphadora, he was a lot stronger magically than most people, but then again, the same went for the rest of the Coven. He knew the confundus charm, and had a little practice with obliviation, but wasn't good enough to use it on actual people yet. He'd trained on his mum, who was so good in Occlumency that he couldn't hurt her anyway, and she'd create fake memories for him to practice on. But he'd only need to master it next year — for his first year, Nym would be around to help him and do the obliviation.
Most important part was the amulet he was to wear at all times. During mealtimes, it'd make people think he was eating. Not anything specific, just in general. Never eating anything would draw a lot of attention towards him.
It might be boring occasionally, though.
Still, he couldn't wait. Finally going to learn magic like Nym, and be at Hogwarts. Meet new friends. He didn't like that Cassie had to remain behind for now, and had asked his mum whether Cassie couldn't be moved up a year, but apparently that wasn't possible.
Still, she'd be with him next year.
He noticed his mind was running in circles, so he sought out his sister. It'd be good to spend time with her, when they wouldn't see each other for about four months soon.