Warning: This story will contain large doses of Dumbledore, Snape, Death Eater, and Weasley bashing. This story will be a HarryxHermione/Harmony Fic, and will likely have more than the two of them together. This story contains: Murder, Betrayal, Revenge, Time Travel Shenanigans, Female Weight Gain, and Sexual Scenes… all overage of course, I'm not a monster.

Read that and didn't leave? Good I'm DubbaCheezBugga, I now write fanfiction, and I won't be afraid to admit this story came to me in a dream. Mythology and all. So now, sit back, relax, and get a box of chocolate frogs or something I dunno… and prepare for the tale: Harry Potter: And the Fury Of Fates.

Italics mean thought

"Quotes mean speaking"

This is normal


Prologue: The Boy who Conquered

-May 2, 1998

-Approximately 8 minutes since the Vanquishment of Voldemort

"Don't go!",

"Harry Potter…",

"Well Well Well, if it isn't the Half Breed Potty!",

"Come to die…",

"You can't go!…"

"…",

"'Arry! Run!",

"AVADA KEDAVRA!…",


All of these words rang through the mind of "The Boy Who Lived", Harry James Potter, as he drifted unconsciously and almost peacefully in an endless void of white.

Three bursts of color pierced the white void, all adorning on Harry's person: The first was a cloak of cape that shimmered with the luster of the night sky. The second was a golden amulet around Harry's neck, with wings that resembled an Angel mid-flight. The third and final piece was a burst of lime green energy coursing near Harry's heart, giving off an aura of dread.

Harry continued to float through the bliss, not smiling or frowning. As if there was a form of peace no man or woman had ever been known to experience, he drifted endlessly… until he wasn't.


Above the River Styx in a secluded cavern, its ferryman was reaching under the water with his oar. This particular cavern, illuminated by Styx's glowing water, was the place Charon voluntarily spent his breaks, fishing for wayward souls when eventually he found his prize. Out of the eerily flowing waters of the Styx, and as soon as he breached the surface, Harry breathed a sharp breath and coughed out its supposedly ailing water.

He gasped for air as he looked around. Noticing his glasses were shattered he took them off before slipping them back on, before realizing that his eyes were seeing perfectly without them

Harry was stunned, but glanced around before noticing the ferryman placing the oar back in the water.

He walked up to him, "Excuse me sir?.. Where am I?" Harry asked, feeling uneasy about this new environment.

The figure glances around and Harry paled seeing the greenish skulled face of the ferryman, two green fireballs in place of his eyes. Harry panicked and reached for his wand only to find that it wasn't there, the boatman pulling out said stick.

Harry then tried to grab it out of the ferryman's boney grasp. "Hey give me my wand back, ya boney bastard!" he yelled as he tried to jump up.

The ferryman then took the wand and placed it in his oar, seemingly causing the two magical items to fuse. Harry noticed that it grew slightly longer as the ferryman placed the oar in the flowing River, and rowed onwards.

Harry's face flushed and he suddenly felt compelled to sat down,

"What the bloody hell have I gotten myself into?…" He said as he nursed his aching head.


Harry gazed around the distorted landscape and saw hundreds of people burning in agony and suffering. They rowed past a man who was all skin and bone, shivering from hypothermia in a knee deep pool: the pool was labeled like an exhibit: 'Tantalus' was the title.

They then steered around a mountain that seemed to pierce the clouds, or smoke Harry thought. Blood-curdling screams were heard as a muscular man was dragged down the mountain screaming to a boulder. Harry read on the crash site plaque the victim was known as 'Sisyphus'.

They steered even further and saw above what Harry assumed was a burning sun, but in reality was actually a wheel with a burning man spinning in the sky. Harry's seeker vision flinched as he saw the name, 'Ixion' on the cliff nearest to the 'sun'.

Harry shivered as they rowed past the hellish hellscape, and if this is where the boatman was taking him then perhaps his uncle was right about wizards burning in hell.


After hours passed, much to Harry's surprise the boat stopped at what appeared to be a cabin. The skeletal ferryman raised his hand and motioned to the door. Harry jumped out of the ship and walked on the set path that eerily resembled bones. He reached the door and an elderly woman with a faded dark magenta colored cloak, along with a freakishly large pair of scissors strapped to her belt opened the door. Harry flinched as she resembled a cyclops, or at the least, wore two large Monocle-like glass eyes that gave Mad-Eye-Moody's eyes a run for their money.

The old woman smiled, revealing a pair of denchers, she pulled out her first for a fist bump, confusing harry.

"Ah Harry Potter! Welcome to Tartarus!" she said with a toothless grin.

"I'm sorry madam? Do you wish for me to hit you?" asked the baffled Harry.

The old woman giggled.

"I tried to warn my sibs that Magical Britain would be up Dumbledore's ass… the Darwin awards for the last century should've pointed THAT much out." She said with a hint of humor.

"What do you mean?" he shot back, confused.

The old woman chuckled, and motioned to him.

"They doubted the lengths Dumbledore would go to keep you ignorant, the conniving ba- Oh right! Here you'll want something." She chuckled out.

She reached back and then handed Harry a wafer and a cup of tea. Harry bit down on it, noting it was like talc, but better than anything Hermione cooked on the hunt for the horcruxes.

"Thank you madam, but who are you, and where are we?…" Asked Harry as he took another bite, while struggling to chew it.

"Well in about 2 minuites, my sisters will be here, and they're better at explaining this stuff than I am, as my head's always among the stars." The elderly woman replied.

Harry sipped the tea and sighed in relief. It wasn't the best tea but his throat was killing him and his mouth was as dry as a desert.

"Don't you mean clouds?" Asked Harry.

The old woman laughed. "Kid I see ALL things in the future, your future as it stands now isn't good, but if you think the future is amongst the CLOUDS, then you're being ridiculous."

Suddenly, a woman that looked incredibly attractive, akin to women he saw in the magazines stashed in Dudley's old room. The woman looked to be in her mid forties with sunglasses blocking her eyes, with a semi worn forest green cloak adorning her shapely body, a long ruler on one side of her widened hips, and an abacus on the other.

"Ah Harry Potter, I May see and know all things occurring at the moment, and I even plan out all lives… yet strangely you always seem to elude me…" The woman was swaying side to side until she sat down, Harry getting a vibe similar to Luna from this lady.

"Pardon what do you mean?… What did you plan?…" he asked the tall woman.

The new arrival rubbed her head. "I apologize Lord Potter, I struggle to remember things very well… short term memory as I live in the moment…"

Harry pondered. "Wait… so if you can see the future-" he pointed towards the elderly one. "And if you see the present-" he pointed at the voluptuous bombshell. "Do you have someone who sees the past who can explain what happened?"

Atropos nodded. "Yeah she's-"

A loud thud is heard and they look down and see someone the size of a child knock their head into the table before climbing onto a chair. Harry noticed she was wearing a brand new looking sapphire colored cloak, a bandaged cloth was covering her eyes, and finally, she had a large Spool wheel strapped to her back. She reached out and touched Harry's face before groaning in annoyance."

"Hey sis! I foresaw you coming!" Replied Atropos with a grin, much to the further annoyance of the newcomer.

"You let Harry Potter in already hadn't you… sister. I warned you to not let him in until all three of us were inside!" Scolded the youngest looking one. However, she had stood on the chair and reached around the table as if looking for something, the middle sister sighed and handed her a piece of the talc, the younger one biting down on it.

Harry looked at them and saw that it was actually food, so he took another bite of the talc, but a cloud of dust swarmed his mouth from this bite, his mouth instantly drying up. He sipped the tea and coughed as the dust from the talc fell out, immensely relieved that his mouth was no longer a desert.

"I apologize but… just WHO are you all? You seem extraordinary but you all have yet to introduce yourselves…" Asked The-Boy-Who-Lived.


The women frowned and addressed themselves, the youngest looking one speaking first, then the middle one, who Harry picked up was named Lachesis, and finally the eldest who greeted him first.

"I am Clotho, Fate of the past, for I weave the very strings of life itself!" She said this as she readied a string from the spool.

The string glowed as it was handed to Lachesis. "I am Lachesis, Fate of the Present, for I determine the fates of every man, woman, child, and beast." She then shaped the string into the guise of a serpent.

The serpent hisses at Harry before reverting back to a string that tightened when in the hand of the eldest. "And finally, I am Atropos, Fate of the future, for I determine the end for every and all things." The scissors slice through the rigid string as if it were nothing, the string then turning to dust.

Harry gulped, shocked as he had read about the Fates in a book while researching horcruxes.

"Well why do you have me here?"Asked Harry. "I have to be here for a reason… did I kill Voldemort?"

The fates frown and shake no "No, you weakened him to a state of being able to be destroyed…" Replied Lachesis.

Harry was confused. "And is that bad or something?! You must be dark!" He threw his tea at the woman but it was caught by Atropos who proceeded to drink it.

Atropos replies. "I see all ahead Harry, I warned my siblings you'd lash out like this. But… hey wait what's that?"

Nothing happened but a few seconds later a piece of roof fell off and hit Harry in the face, who groaned as he rubbed his nose.

Lachesis clears her throat. "My sister sees all that can happen but often can't focus on what will happen when it does." She said as she healed Harry's nose.

"So wait, why am I here then? Did I break a prophecy or something?" He asked.

Clotho clears her throat and reaches over for the plate that fell from the ceiling and bites it, coughing hard at the ceiling furnishment.

Atropos giggles. "Clotho, while she knows all that has happened, she can't see what's in front of her very well."

Lachesis nods in agreement before handing her some tea to wash it down, and an actual talc for her to eat, which Clotho did begrudgingly.

Clotho growls out. "Oh silence sisters, and Lachesis at least I do not forget what I'm talking about mid sentence."

Lachesis rolls her eyes and scoffs. "I most certainly do not… uhh…. Not… what were we talking about again?" She says as she scratches her head.

Clotho sighed and rolled the prophecy to Harry. "This sphere was the original prophecy sphere made for you to fulfill that Halloween, decades ago."

Harry tilted his head, "Real prophecy? But Dumbledore said-"

Atropos laughed. "Dumbledore telling the truth?! Now that's comedy gold!" She continues to laugh and falls off her chair, Lachesis rolling her eyes and Clotho scoffing.

"Sister it may be funny to you, but not when you account for how many deaths this deception alone has caused." Spoke the Fate of the past.

Lachesis sighs and nods.

"The Styx should have removed any impurities that were on you… a horcrux, bindings, blocks? All of them were washed away in the river." Spoke the Fate of the present.

Harry looked at it and worried, was he hurt or stunted of his magic by his friends?

"I'm not gonna like this am I?…" Asked Harry.

"Most changes are ones people do not like Harry, but it is required for you to grow and fulfill your true destiny." Spoke the Fate of the future.


Harry sighed and breathed in, gazing into the bandaged eyes of Clotho

"I am ready." He said firmly.

Clotho nodded and pulled out Harry's glowing string and handed the string to her sisters, Lachesis grabbing the center while Atropos grabbing the end.

Clotho hums as she recites. "You were salvaged from the curse from a horcrux in your head, Dumbledore is a liar and he placed you amongst the abusers to weaken you, after he bound your magic, he silenced any and all ties to your heart."

Lachesis hums as she recites." Dumbledore manipulated you with the Weasleys and proceeded to dumb you down all the while plotting your demise, while the Weasleys and himself bled your vaults dry. Molly also used love potions to plan out a series of marriages to ensure the order: Tonks, Fleur, Hermione, and yourself we're all victims.".

Atropos hums as she grips the end of the string, as she recites. "Their plot succeeds when the potter family dies and the wizarding world is doomed to be destroyed by a world non-magical."

The string stopped and reeled back into the spool, Harry feeling shocked and angry. Betrayed by everyone he had ever known, but he also feels fear. Fear for those who were innocently lost due to Dumbledore's plan: Fleur, Sirius, Tonks, Remus… Hermione…

For some reason that last one struck him the most… He glared in fury and nodded, feeling a fiery passion to get her back and fix all this.

"What do you need me to do?" He demanded, causing all three fFtes to gain aCheshire grin…


Harry and the Fates walked down to the boat waiting for them, getting on and setting sail. Harry looked around and was surprised to see numerous souls trying to grab onto the boat.

Clotho whispered to Harry. "The lord upstairs planned this out. To make your restoration of the future possible he halted all deaths to reach the afterlife from the night you survived the first curse."

Harry was surprised, for all of Dumbledore's big talk about the next big adventure he chuckled imagining the ex-Supreme Mugwump having to wait in a line for 2 years at least, without any of his sweet candies. The thought alone could potentially be patronus fuel if he saw it for himself.

They kept rowing and rowing until the boat reached a fascinating area: a glorious grassland, reminiscent of paradise on Ear- well,The Afterlife. They reached the shore where they saw a man and a VERY fat woman. The woman was shaped like a bloated hourglass, jiggling wildly as she walked and judging by the height of 5'5 and the distribution of fat, Harry would argue she appeared around 500lbs. At least he assumed so, as she also was wearing an almost Snuggy like burgundy cloak adorned with various clocks on her person ironically enough. Despite it being a cloak, it did hug her large body somewhat, enough to hide most of her body while also leaving not much to the imagination. A vast difference from the robes of Hogwarts.

The man was just a bit taller than the woman, roughly 5'8 and Harry would argue the hat he wore had made him appear to be 6'3. His face had a sleek black beard with hair was just as slicked back as well, various beakers and ingredient pouches dangling from his countless belts like a muggle commando's belt bullets. He wore a button up shirt with suspenders and slacks, closed toe shoes, and specialized goggles: but over most of it was a once black lab coat stained with potions as if it were a black velvet painting.

"Oh my tiny little Harry-kins!" The woman hugged Harry tightly, crushing him between her large arms and unbelievably soft body. Harry felt his face heat up, along with some tightness near his crotch, as he sunk into her large buxom chest and huge belly, his skinny body practically being swallowed by the much larger woman. She let go of him and pinched his cheeks. "My how much you've grown!~" She got serious. "Fleamont greet your grandson!"

The man, named Fleamont, chuckles as he walks over. Harry had a feeling this man was either extremely happy, or on something… seeing his grin Harry assumed it could be both.

"Little Harry? Wow, how's it going!? He chuckled as he offered Harry a potion, the woman gasping and snatching it away as she giggled.

"Fleamont, no need to get your grandson hooked on this stuff too." She said playfully, wagging her chubby finger in a scolding manner.

"Sorry Euphemia, I just want him to have a good time~" He chuckled as he swirled the bottle around. Euphemia giggled and kissed her husband deeply, who cheekily gave her large bum a quick squeeze, the supple fat engulfing his hand in soft ass flesh.

Meanwhile, Harry was baffled as he asked the Fates. "Who the bloody hell are these people?"

"These are your grandparents on your father's side, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter." Replied Lachesis.

Harry nodded in shock before asking. "Wait, if they're my grandparents, why do they look… well… young?" He asked as he scratched his head in confusion.

"In Elysium, or Heaven as you mortals call it, your soul transforms yourself into the prime version of yourself, so for your grandparents, and mostly everyone, it would be their 20s. It also restores their injuries such as your grandfather's splinched hip. Of course some people choose other ages but this is essentially the default age."

Harry nodded and saw Fleamont walk over with a strut. He seemed like the kind of man to carry a cane, and in fact he did, resembling a caduceus staff, except the snake was real.

"So I've heard you wrung up more trouble in Hogwarts than your father," he joked as he slugged him in the arm jovially and replied in parseltongue, "~You've led quite the laugh riot here in our abode Harry~". Harry paled as he heard this.

Clotho nodded as Lachesis said. "Another crime Dumbledore had done against you: keeping you ignorant of your heritage. Your family speaks parseltongue naturally."

"Also, did you know your grandfather invented countless modern care potions including: Skele-Gro, the Modern Wolfsbane potion, and Sleekeasy's hair tonic. Snape took great pleasure in making the grandson of a prodigy hate the subject." Replied Clotho, shaking her head in disappointment.

Harry's jaw dropped as he asked. "Well that adds fuel to the fire… but…what about my grandmother?".

The woman waddled over as Harry subtly watched her large, melon-like breasts, almost the size of her head, jiggled up and down wildly, the massive mammaries very clearly braless yet staying round and firm. Her huge belly, which was a round, bulbous apron, wobbled and swayed from side to side in a mesmerizing manner, occasionally smacking against her wide thighs, each one nearly as wide as his admittedly small waist. Connected to her thighs was without a doubt the largest arse Harry had ever seen, with wide hips that were nearly four feet end to end, and bulbous arse cheeks that jiggled like gelatin to no end as she walked.

"She actually looks really pretty." Harry thought. Harry shook his head but was surprised at the thought, not that he felt that way about his grandmother obviously but this was something he'd have to put in the back burner of his mind regardless.

Fleamont chuckled. "Potter charm working I suppose? Us Potters have an affinity for any kind of food or chemical related magic, our wives and or husbands often reflect that fact, well, at least according to the records. Personally, I think we just have the talent of making our women huge, as there hasn't been one mention of a 'large' male Potter ever since we started writing this down. We once had a reputation about our family name 'mistakenly' being printed in the daily prophet as the 'Porkers'."

Euphemia smiled as she talked to Fleamont. "Of course, your mother took that one literally and transfigured the entire staff at the time into pigs and sent them to a slaughter house… no bad word had been printed about a Potter since."

Harry was shocked as that information would explain why the Prophet was so willing to put him through the wringer in sixth year, but as he saw his grandfather grope his grandmother's large, plush arse, he was too shocked and admittedly aroused to continue the prior line of thinking.

"Oh not in front of Harry you scamp~", she playfully swats his hand.

Several minutes of asking questions later, Harry asked one of the bigger ones on his mind.

"What happened to you? Did Voldemort?…" Harry asked before Euphemina interrupted him.

"Oh heavens no! Dragon Pox, your grandfather died before he could submit his vaccination formula, James was able to post mortem though." She replied.

Fleamont frowns, "Most of it was you leaving my side the day before my sweet, but we haven't been apart since." Smiling at her fondly.

Harry listened to his grandparents talk until he asked his grandmother what she did for a living, forcing her to look around for something before turning back to Harry.

"Sorry force of habit, I was one of the Unspeakables for the Ministry. I invented various Ministry sanctioned devices fueled by magic before it went to the dogs… I take it the Fates brought you here for their commission?"She asked.


The Fates nodded as they took all three Potters to a small building that was shaped almost like a time turner, floating rings and all. His grandmother walked up the steps, her wide arse jiggling like two hypnotic pendulums, side to side, side to side. Despite his efforts, Harry couldn't help but gaze upon his Grandmother's large arse, which jiggled and clapped wildly a few inches from his face. Despite his efforts, he couldn't help the fact that his trousers were tightening. Fleamont chuckled as he saw this.

"Seems the Potter blood runs true honey… right down into Harry's crotch!" He laughed as his grandson flustered in embarrassment.

Euphemia smiled warmly however and after reaching the top and entering the building she sat next close to Harry, her vast hips and belly oozing over onto his skinny lap, which didn't help matters at all, and in fact made them worse.

"Harry, there's no shame in getting an erection, especially at your age. You never knew I was your grandmother until about an hour ago. Besides, every Potter and their grandfather, or grandmother, had a similar reaction to a relative they've never met so it's perfectly normal." She smiled reassuringly as Harry calmed down.

"Thanks grandmother … but where are we?" He asked.

Euphemia smiled as she explained. "The crowning achievement of my afterlife career… the Time-Tornado Generator!" She announced proudly, throwing her arms to the side in pride as she stood up, sending her body jiggling. Unfortunately for Harry, he was still sitting, and his grandmother's large arse, for the briefest of moments, engulfed his face.

Despite this, Harry was intrigued. "What does this do?"

"Basing it off my runic invention of 23 years before my death. The machine harnesses God-Given, chronokinetic energy to super charge apparition runes to cause you to be able to teleport into further points backwards in time!" She exclaimed in fiery passion.

"You invented time turners grandmother!?…'' Asked a shocked Harry.

"Well of course, they're a relatively recent invention and I was the only one who knew how they worked perfectly." She said with a hint of pride.

Fleamont whispers in Harry's ear. "By 'recently' she meant when she was in her 70s".

"Why not go forward in time, like 1000 years?" Asked her grandson.

His grandmother chuckled. "Oh it could, but it could cause problems so it's locked to times in which you were alive." She explained as if that was a commonly known fact.

Harry nodded and they walked deeper into the building where Fleamont and Euphemina started pressing buttons and flicking switches. Runes lit up and activated, several rune stones floated up and started spinning in a circle, forming a time-space vortex.

Clotho handed him a small box. "Press this to open another distortion to send yourself and the two Ex-Weasley women to the past with you." She said with a smile.

Harry nodded and looked in the vortex, before nervously looking back. "Is there anything else you need me to know… like what I am SUPPOSED to do… Just to be on the safe side..?"

The fates thought and huddled together, mostly spouting gibberish but Harry could catch the words: "Fat, Bookworm, Lord, Veela, Weapon, Gray, and United". They give a grin to Harry as they all simultaneously replied.

"We've given you all the help we're supposed to."

They then shoved him through the wormhole, screaming the whole time.

Harry straightened himself out and looked down at the rapidly shortening wormhole, ready to deal with whatever was on the other end. For himself, for Hermione, for his family, he will release the fury of the Fates.