Again, thank IdlemanRPG for being beta on this chapter as well.

Now I'm gonna warn this: this chapter and the next one will be the last chapter before the Big Jump back in time, so expect a lemon drought, although NSFW material will still happen, with other characters and eventually the main cast when old enough in the story. I may also take a break from this story after this.

This and the next chapter will mostly be loredumps and will have a handful of lemons, blood and gore so if you're uncomfortable with that I'd suggest waiting until chapter 4 to read. That's when the time travel happens.

April 1st, 2001

7:30 AM

The Morning after Harry and Hermione had sex


Harry smiled in his sleep as he opened his eyes, smiling as he saw he was on top of a smiling Hermione. Her skin looked nicer than he remembered but frowned seeing the mudblood scar on her arm, not out of disgust but as a reminder of what this past had cost them.

"Hmm… I ought to do something about that in the new timeline…"

He stretched and got up to start the day, making sure to at least put on some trousers and saw Fleur and Ginny were sleeping on the sofa, smiling in their sleep as Harry walked past. Harry walked out the door and left the rook, walking towards the Burrow to start his machinations of revenge towards the Weasleys. He decided to place wards around the shack to prevent them from apparating and burning out the Weasley floo, knowing full well that they'd try to run. Harry grinned as he walked off to go plan, and maybe pick up some breakfast. He walked back inside and smiled seeing the two smaller girls sleeping on top of each other, Fleur using Ginny's belly as a pillow of sorts. He walked over and kissed Fleur on the cheek and Ginny on her forehead as he started to cook breakfast.

Harry hummed as he prepared almost two dozen large quiches with various meats and cheeses in them as he ran out of vegetables the night before. The two girls on the sofa stretched and smiled before getting up and walking over. Harry blushed seeing them naked, well Fleur was while Ginny had panties on, although in reality, she simply had a bra and from the look of things, those were going to be useless as well.

Fleur smirked and ran her hands through her luxurious blonde hair that waved in the wind from the air conditioning Luna had installed.

"Ahh eet is wonderful to feel healthy again",

Fleur shook her wide hips a bit to stretch, sending her bosom jiggling. Harry grinned as he watched her and Ginny chat and stare at the large and growing pile of food. Harry grinned and flipped a pancake but with surprising speed, Ginny grinned and snatched it out of midair and bit it, smiling at the taste of the fattening breakfast.

"Mmm, it's so good! Thanks Harry!" Ginny said as she chewed on the pancake before walking back to the table, a sway in her wide hips, sending her large naked bum wobbling wildly, ripples dancing across the cheeks.

Scarfing down her pancake, uncaring of the crumbs falling into her cleavage, Ginny plopped her bum down on the clearly ill fitted chair, large slabs of arse and hip fat hanging low. Shaking his head fondly, Harry grunted as he brought a large plate, filled to the brim with dozens upon dozens of pancakes to the table, placing it as gently as possible on the table with a decent thud. Almost immediately, the two girls started shoving the pancakes down their throats, not bothering with utensils. The two girls moaned in ecstasy as they savored Harry's cooking, uncaring of the crumbs and syrup that started to build up on their faces, boobs, and in Ginny's case, her belly. All that mattered was eating.

After a few intense minutes, the two girls were finished, barely any crumbs left. Leaning back in their chairs, the two stuffed girls gently rubbed their visibly enlarged bellies. While Fleur's belly wasn't too big normally, it now stuck out a few inches farther than normal, appearing firm to the touch rather than soft. While Ginny's belly was seemingly unaffected, the fact it was barely jiggling when she moved was a clear indication of how full she was. Waving his wand, Harry gently levitated them up to the now permanent bowl couch he and Luna cuddled in a few weeks ago, obviously enlarged and enchanted to hold over 2000 pounds of women. Carefully placing them inside, Harry sat in the middle of the two girls, their bulging bellies practically smothering him.

"Alright, who wants a belly rub?" Harry offered, slowly rubbing each girl's gut, loud gurgles resonating in a symphony of sorts.

"Ginny first Harry, she ate so much more than me." Fleur said, gently rubbing her fingers across her own gut in a semi successful attempt to help. Before he could protest, Ginny somehow managed to heave herself unceremoniously on top of Harry, knocking the wind out of him as nearly 400 pounds pressed down on him. Despite the fact her large, shapely, naked bum was directly on top of his manhood, Harry sighed in relief internally at the fact there wasn't even a wiggle down there.

Harry reached out with one hand to timidly place it on the swirling mound of food that made up Ginny's bloat, even redder as he could feel it's churning and practically hear it at this range, rubbing it slightly with small, shy movements as if unsure just how okay this was. After a few seconds, it was clear that his efforts were working as Ginny's gut rumbled violently under his hand before she opened her mouth and let loose a monumental burp, one that sent her entire body into motion as it echoed around the living room and even snapped her bra off, leaving her chest bare.

Somehow knowing that his work wasn't done, Harry took his other hand and intensified his efforts, both hands going into overdrive as he dug his fingers deep into the ball of fat. He was thorough, making sure he covered every square inch he could, doing his damned best to alleviate the pressure in Ginny's huge gut. His efforts eventually paid off when Ginny let loose another belch, one that, while not as intense as the first, was impressive nonetheless.

Fleur smiled at them, "Nice One mon friend, now i believe it is my turn~", Fleur says as she positioned herself on Harry's lap, causing an erection to immediately form in his pants, his manhood nestled in between her large bum cheeks. Harry blushed, stunned but was quickly snapped out of it as Fleur motioned to her somewhat petite belly, despite the fact it was much larger than most women's. "I believe I asked for a belly rub 'Arry?~", she purred out, Harry's heart melting a bit as he started giving her the massage. Ginny could only stare in shock as Harry became putty in Fleur's soft hands.

Harry placed his hands firmly on Fleur's relatively flat stomach, giving her a jump as he gripped hard enough to make Fleur bite her lower lip in pleasure, his hands kneading the abundant fat that was there. Harry's fingers gripped what was there and Fleur began to practically blast out hormones in pleasure causing Harry to make quite a large mess in his pants, though not really caring with his hormone rampant brain taking control

Fleur moaned as she got up and looked at him, kissing him intensely as Harry stripped out of his clothes and moaned alongside Fleur, her gargantuan chest pressing up against his. Ginny stared in shock as she tried to call out to her, uncaring of the fact that her womanhood was also going into overdrive and beginning to leak as well.

"Fleur! You said you wanted to wait!", Ginny screamed, only to be ignored.

The two kept making out until Fleur's face paled in realization, letting out a loud burp on par with, perhaps even surpassing Ginny's inside Harry's mouth. Harry's eyes widened as he coughed out the air as Fleur blushed in embarrassment, covering her face as Ginny scooted over worryingly, practically sitting on top of Harry again as she consoled Fleur, her belly squishing up against her.

"Are you alright Fleur?! What happened back there?…", Ginny asked as she gave Fleur a drink of water.

Fleur quickly drank it and thanked her, her belly now jiggling again now that there was room. "Merci friend Ginny, mon Veela instincts drew me to the edge… as soon as I smelt his seed it drove me mad!", she purred out as she gripped her head angrily.

Ginny held Fleur's hand and patted it. "It's okay Fleur, you lost control so what? It's part of your nature as a Veela…"

"Maybe…. But I still had not let myself stay in control…", she places her hands on her shoulders as if to hug herself, only to be met with a hug from Harry.

"Fleur, if you need to talk about this I am always open…", he says with concern in his eyes, Fleur wipes her tears and nods.

"As an adult Veela, I must quench an inner passion of mine…", she stuttered out as she crossed her thick legs, her eyes crossing as she stared down at Harry's toned but scarred chest. Harry paled as she lunged at him almost like a wild cougar ready to tear into its prey as Ginny shrieked in shock.


Meanwhile upstairs in Luna's Room.

Hermione was cooking a 'light' snack, although in reality it was a few meals worth of food, reheating some leftovers from yesterday on a cast iron. Luna was sitting naked in her bed, watching early internet videos through a portable mirror, though it was obvious she was also sneaking peeks at her girlfriend's fat naked arse as it jiggled.

"You really need to explain how you got a computer running in the magical world, and on a mirror no less". Hermione asked as she plated up the food, taking a large bite of a few different things crammed together.

Luna smiled, but as she was about to open her mouth, Ginny's shriek was heard. Hermione immediately ran out the door the best she could, leaving Luna to sigh before trying to hoist herself out of bed. It was somewhat strenuous without any help, but Luna realized that something had caused her to feel lighter, or at least easier to maneuver than she was the day before.


Back downstairs

Hermione, followed by a clumsy Luna, waddled down the final flight of stairs only to witness Fleur trying to bite off Harry's cock with razor sharp fangs, with Ginny somehow holding her back.

Fleur's face, noticeably redder than before, was sprouting some form of rudimentary feathers like acne as she tried to snap down around Harry's genitalia.

"YOU PIG! WE WILL KILL YOU FOR SEPARATING US!" Fleur snarled out as her nose and chin extended until her entire mouth took on the form of a razor sharp beak with serrated "fangs".

"What the bloody hell has gotten into her?!" Hermione asked in shock only to get body slammed into the ground by a panting Luna.

"Her Veela instincts are overriding obviously, she's going paranoid from being separated from Bill for so long." Luna spoke out as if that were obvious.

Wedged underneath her larger lover's naked countless folds, you could possibly make out, "Yeah, but she's half veela!", from Hermione's muffles.

"Oh don't be silly, there's no such a thing as half veela. All veela are female and can be produced from any male seed and a veela mother." she spoke, yet again, as if it was obvious.

Harry paled as Ginny lost her grip on Fleur, so out of instinct he kicked her face, causing her beak to chip slightly. She squawked out an obscenity before trying to slash him with sharpened wings that spontaneously sprouted from her arms.

Harry got a new scar on the cheek but Luna quickly pulled her wand out of one of her love handles and stunned Fleur, suspending her in the air almost like she was paused mid animation.

"Oh dear I had hoped these effects wouldn't occur before we traveled back.", Luna lamented.

Muffles were heard as Lunamoved her massive arms up.

"A little help?", she asked, batting her eyes at her male lover.

Luna was pulled up by Harry and Ginny, much to the relief and disappointment of a heavily breathing Hermione, whose loins were beginning to moisten at the sensation of her larger lover on top of her.

"Thank, pant, you, pant, now what in the bloody hell happened to Fleur!?" Hermione loudly asked, not bothering to get off the floor yet.

"I've got no clue, Luna?", Ginny asked as she bandaged up Harry's injury, uncaring of the fact he was naked and his cock was pressing up against her belly.

Luna nodded and looked at their frozen friend. "As I said before there's no such thing as a half veela. It is a conspiracy the veela made to enlist help from the British ministry with their merfolk wars. Fleur's veela nature causes her magic to mostly revolve around love and sex, since Harry teased her without any conclusion to that-" she spoke before being interrupted by a paled Harry.

"So I have to bloody do her like this!?", Harry asked, relatively mortified at the idea.

Luna shook her head no and waddled over before kissing him comfortingly

"No no, We wouldn't sacrifice your manhood or you in the process, but since Fleur is technically married to Bill by magic, her veela magic took what you did as a threat to her mate." She said rubbing one of her few chins.

"So what, do I need to kill Bill?" Harry asked as he was willing to get that particular one out of the way for Fleur's sake.

Luna shook her head, "Sadly no, you see if any one of us killed him Fleur couldn't be around us, or more accurately she would devour our flesh after burning us to cinders for murdering her mate." Luna said with her head hung low.

Ginny felt sick to her stomach at the information and Hermione was no longer hungry.

"So what do we do? Have Fleur killed him?", asked Harry.

Luna's head shot up with widened eyes and she nodded in agreement.

"I suppose so, that if the bind was broken by Fleur… it would most likely cause her bond to break and allow her Veela magic to not kill herself, due to its more primal instinctive nature, compared to ours.", Luna said ecstatically with both chubby hands clasped together.

"Okay I am asking you about this later Luna, but for now how do we get Bill here?". Asked Ginny.


The Burrow

April 1st, 2001

8:00 AM

Bill was bloody pissed. Ever since his slut of a wife had been stolen, his brothers and him lacked entertainment, and there was no way anyone was gonna look at his mum's fat arse for entertainment.

So he was tasked with getting some muggle broad for the show to continue since it was HIS wife that got stolen.

The bloody injustice of it all…

At least that's what he thought before he felt a strange fog cloud his vision, the words, "Follow me", echoing repeatedly in his head. Drooling, Bill followed without bothering to try resisting.


The Rook's Backyard

April 1st, 2001

8:10 AM

In the backyard, Harry had Bill standing in place while Hermione and Ginny moved the suspended Fleur into the front of him, all three girls still naked and frankly unbothered by their lack of dress.

"Will this do it for revenge Harry, or do you want to rough him up first?" Ginny asked curiously, not caring that she was baring her breasts at Harry.

Harry sighed.

"I hoped to make things happen later than this, but yes. This will do as Bill himself hadn't done anything to me that warranted MY wrath… the wrath of a Veela though?…" Harry pondered out loud.

He grinned at the idea but Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder from behind, her breasts rubbing up against him. "Be careful Harry, but should Bill be awake for this?", she asked, genuinely wondering. While she wouldn't particularly care either way, she simply wanted to know if she should cast a silencing spell when needed.

"I'd say that we should let him be awake as soon as I unpause Fleur.", Luna said wistfully, sitting down and chowing down on some food already. Hermione and Ginny waddled over and joined her, sitting down on either side of the gargantuan blonde and joined her in the feast, practically diving face first into it.

Harry nodded as he unstunned Bill as Luna did the same to Fleur, the ravenous and angered Fleur pouncing on Bill indiscriminately.

Unholy screaming ensued as blood was sent flying in every direction, Fleur's talons going through her husband/enslavers body like paper. Harry immediately threw up a Notice-Me-Not spell and silencing charm, not wanting to subject Hermione, Luna and Ginny to the gore. Especially now since they were eating again. The backyard was mostly silent for around a minute, the only sound being made were the three girls eating and the occasional burp. Deciding to check on Fleur, Harry told the three feasting girls what he was going to do, throwing up a larger Notice-Me-Not around himself and the original before undoing the first one.

Unknown to the girls, Harry was met with Fleur sobbing over her ex-husband's carcass, Harry gulping as she was covered in his blood, but was relieved to see her in her human form. Harry frowned as he walked close but was stopped by Fleur's eyes widening and clenching her heart, as she collapsed onto the ground. Harry, in a panic, cleaned up around her with Scourgify before undoing the Notice-Me-Not charms.

"Luna, something's wrong!" Harry shouted, worried about Fleur's condition.

"Well… I expected-"

Suddenly, Fleur floated out of Harry's hands with bright flashes of light escaping every hole in her body as she spun around. Hermione was shocked, Luna sighed in relief, and Ginny as well as Harry watched in morbid curiosity. Fleur spun around and rapidly began to swell up in size until she soon reached what looked like a halfway point between Luna and Hermione in size, although they had no idea for sure until they weighed her: her bust grew to become large enough to easily be off of the letter scale for bras, unless 'Triple Z's' were a thing, with her bum and hips likely growing in size to match, although from their angle, Harry and co couldn't say for sure.

Fleur landed on the ground wide awake and breathing hard, her immense bosom wobbling crazily. She pushed herself up and popped her back, thrusting her impressive boobs out even more.

"Merci 'Arry~", she purred before grabbing and kissing him passionately enough to cause Harry's toes to curl up. She pulled him down closer to her, her breasts practically swallowing his smaller body as she thoroughly snogged her lover.

Harry moaned and melted into the kiss as the other three girls watched in shock and arousal. Hermione shamelessly drooled at the edge of her lips while Luna grinned perversely and wiggled her hips at the potential she was witnessing. Ginny blushed as she saw Harry beginning to hump Fleur, the mere act itself enough to moisten her naked loins. Without looking away, she slowly attempted to put her hand underneath her belly apron, entranced by the magnificent sight of Fleur's breasts flopping around, the largest breasts she's ever seen bouncing around more than Luna's beautiful arse.

"Oooh it appears our leetle friends like our little show 'Arry?~" Fleur purred

Harry grunted and thrusted faster and harder, claiming Fleur as his own. "You feel bloody amazing!~"

Fleur grinned and lifted her breasts up the best she could as she massaged her humongous nipples, and after a few pleasurable seconds she fired out two streams of glowing white milk on the three girls watching. Ginny was shocked and spat some of the surprising delicious milk out of her mouth.

"Fleur! What the bloody hell was that?!". She asked as her hormones began to sky-rocket. Hermione moaned loudly as she gripped her head and bodyslams Luna in a make out session, their numerous rolls colliding with a meaty whap. Both ladies moaned as their combined weight broke the bench Luna was sitting on, unbothered as they continued to make out. Ginny gripped her belly, shaking it up and down in a fit of shock and arousal and moaned as she joined them.

Fleur panted as she watched all three of the younger women pleasure themselves and each other. Luna and Ginny each sucking one of Hermione's large tits as she drooled mindlessly in pleasure. Hermione panted as she charmed up two conjured large dildos to ram themselves into Luna and Ginny's pussies while fingering herself the best she could.

"OH GOD!~ What the bloody hell is happening to us?!~", Hermione moaned out loudly as she buckled her vast hips into her hand as she cummed, her juices absolutely drenching her hand.

Harry grinned and started sucking on one of Fleur's fat tits, making her eyes widen in pleasure as grinned wildly. "OH 'ARRY! TAKE ME! BREED ME LIKE CATTLE!~", Fleur screamed out in pleasure as Harry's cock hardened faster due to his hormones clouding his mind. Each thrust drove Fleur closer and closer to nirvana as Harry panted harder as he kept thrusting and getting closer to climax.

"Fleur I'm gonna cum!", Harry panted out as Fleur nodded the best she could with her boobs pressing into her face.

"Do it mon Cherie~ Cum inside of me, make me yours!~" Fleur moaned loudly as Harry thrust one final time and blasted a rush of cum that hit Fleur like a speeding freight train. It felt like heavenly bliss and Fleur could ascend to the astral plane, but frankly she wouldn't because this was TOO damn good to leave.

Harry panted hard as he still felt crazily aroused as Fleur laid on the ground, twitching with copious amounts cum leaking out of her fat pussy. She lazily motioned to the other girls and Harry grinned before watching the scene in front of him. Ginny was sitting on Luna's face, moaning loudly as Ginny was licked clean by Luna. Hermione was doing the same to Luna's pussy. Harry licked his lips as he saw her fat legs spread open as he kneeled down and began to pleasure the future Mrs. Potter-Granger with his tongue, shoving his head deep into her fat.

Hermione's eyes widened in shock and then clouded with pure hormonal bliss. She moaned Harry's name into Luna's pussy as he licked, causing Luna to jiggle uncontrollably in pleasure which made Ginny's screams of pleasure increase and echo across the area. "OH BLOODY HELL YES!~".

Ginny groped her tits and came hard into Luna's mouth making her cum into Hermione's, and then her into Harry's mouth. Harry grinned and licked his lips as he came and then rammed his cock into Hermione's pussy, making her continue to moan. Her face turned even more red from the pleasure under Luna's belly and her musk hitting her face, Hermione crossed her legs around Harry's hips in ecstasy the best she could.

Harry grinned and smacked Hermione's ass, causing the large mounds to jiggle and slosh around, a muffled moan resonating under Luna's gut.

"Like this 'Mione?~", Harry asked as he thrust deeper and deeper, his body practically being sucked into and vanishing into her arse.

Hermione moaned in pleasure as he did so and Harry grinned devilishly. "You want me to pull you out? I don't think so~ I think you like sweating in the face like a fat pig~", he groped her love handles hard, making her gasp louder in shock. She screamed in ecstasy as Harry and Hermione climaxed at the same time, cum pooling onto the ground. Slowly, Hermione popped out from under Luna's stomach, panting hard and dripping in sweat and pheromones, her head as red as someone with a sun tan and dripping with Luna's cum.

"Oh Harry~", Hermione laid down on her back and panted softly on the ground, smiling as she fell asleep in the open grass. Harry smiled at how at peace she appeared.

"Rest up gorgeous~", he walked over to Luna who had just finished pleasuring Ginny. Their pussies had been rubbed together for pleasure the best they could, what with all the fat down there, both ladies panting hard but Ginny wasn't able to keep up with the libido of one Luna Lovegood.

"Oh dear~ Sorry Ginny but I think I require a man's touch~", Luna said panting as she rubbed her breasts. "I think I can help Miss Lovegood~", Harry said with a husky voice that drove Luna even more wild.

"Just take me already~", Harry jumped on top of her and they made out savagely, enjoying the taste of each other's tongues and the mix of all the girls' juices. Luna grinned as she saw Harry's cock still hard, the effects of Veela's milk a lot more potent than she could ever imagine: and that was saying something. Luna struggled, but eventually flipped over and presented Harry her fat arse and hips, swaying them left to right as Harry stroked his cock a bit, causing him to groan in pleasure.

"Don't waste any strokes like that Harry~ I want that ALL to myself right now~", she bucked her hips, essentially twerking the best she could, her cheeks clapping slightly. This drove Harry mad and he rammed his member into her fat womanhood, vanishing into her arse and making Luna's eyes cross in pleasure.

"Oooh bloody fuck!~ Take me! Take me now!~", Luna moaned as she jiggled, feeling the food from earlier sloshing around in her gut which rippled with pleasure and satisfaction.

"Oh YES!~" she screamed as she struggled and eventually caused herself to fall onto Harry's lap as they cummed together. Harry screamed out in slight pain and panted hard as he felt the wind get knocked out of him as he came inside of her.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?~" Luna asked breathlessly with a purr, looking behind her the best she could. From what she could sense, Harry's face was almost covered by her arse, if the mop of black hair right by her cavernous crack was any indication.

Harry panted hard and smiled tiredly, nodding and closing his eyes to rest….


April 1st, 2001

The Night after the Group Orgy

8:56 PM

Harry rubbed his head as he awoke naked on a beanbag in the den, frowning as he felt his aching legs. But as he did he smiled feeling the softness of this beanbag he was on, unsure if it was some form of water bed or gel based mattress, whatever it was it felt heavenly as he positioned himself to feel more comfortable.

"What the bloody hell happened?", he asked nobody in particular.

He heard heavy footsteps and saw a still naked Ginny waddle over with a very large bowl of popcorn, and if he had to bet, it was absolutely soaked with butter. She smiled and sat next to him on an alternate beanbag, uncaring of the fact he was arse naked.

"Basically? All of us got high on some really good Veela milk." She tossed a few kernels into her mouth, chewing them. "And you had your way with Fleur, Hermione, and Luna in that order. Luna was way too into it and basically crushed you under her arse upon climax~"

Harry grinned, remembering the feeling: he may have fractured a rib or two but by God being under her arse was worth being under a night of skele-gro… or whatever potion healed bones. It had been a long time since he needed it, of course he was going to forget it.

Ginny nodded but opened her eyes and pulled her wand out from her hair, "Oh right, Episkey!", she flicked her wand at Harry's legs. A notable pop and jerk on Harry's body, as well as a loud gritted grunt, let her know the obvious break was fixed. She relaxed as she threw a few more popcorn kernels into her mouth.

Hermione and Fleur slowly waddled over carrying a few trays, both of them naked as well, each with tons of fattening food on them, replenishing itself constantly, shocking Harry.

"How's this possible?" Harry asked rhetorically. He knew it was because of magic but still.

"Remember the Gemino charm used on Hufflepuff's cup? Well, Ginny had the idea to use it on our food.", Hermione said almost grudgingly as she had never thought of using it herself.

"Sorry it is not as good as your food 'Arry, but we figured you would need to rest on something soft.~" she said with a sense of mirth.

Harry suddenly felt the beanbag he was on felt stranger, warmer, softer. He pulled out his wand and cast a disillusionment charm on it, revealing it was a naked Luna who grinned nervously with a blush.

"No hard feelings love?", she nervously chuckled, a few ripples traveling throughout her body.

Harry shook his head no, still stunned, "None taken, but what are you doing there?" Harry was just completely confused about this whole scenario.

Luna nervously chuckled, surprisingly embarrassed.

"I may or may not be too fat to go up the stairs by myself, so the girls set me here to rest… so they put you on me to rest…"

Ginny grinned as it was revealed the beanbag she was on was merely one of Luna's thighs. She lightly waved at Harry who nodded as he relaxed on Luna's other thigh, leaning back against Luna's breast. Luna served as a dual bench for Hermione and Fleur as they placed the trays of food on Luna's belly, with Fleur then reaching out for a thick sandwich and biting into it smiling.

"So what are we doing here exactly? Having a book club?" She said through chews, the idea making Hermione get excited until Luna pulled out a remote from her cleavage rolls.

"Watch the telly of course.", she said with a smile, "The good doctor should be on".

She pointed the remote towards a large box style television, it had a VHS built in and a DVD player hooked up to it, with various buttons on the front of the screen.

Hermione scoffed lightly "Luna, magic and technology don't mix, I mean look at the Ford-"

As she said that Luna flicked the television on. On the television screen was a cartoon with a robot smoking a cigar while talking to a ginger with slicked back hair and a ratty red jacket.

"Angela…", Hermione said astonished as she witnessed the animated muggle cartoon run in the Rook without any problems.

"Oh poo, the marathon must have ended. Oh well this show is pretty good. Pass me a doughnut love.", Luna asked, reaching out a chubby hand towards the tray but making no effort to reach it.

Harry nodded as he handed her a pink sprinkled doughnut, one that was visibly larger than his hand and was practically soaked with frosting. He was intrigued in this show but was more concerned about Hermione's brain trying to destroy itself in figuring out what the hell was going on.

"Wha? How? This? Uhh…?" She tried to ask but Fleur sighed.

"Most magicials try to figure things out by using magic when they fail to realize the simplest solutions are the easiest… electronic devices at first didn't work with magic, and electricity itself doesn't react well with magic." Fleur spoke through her sandwich, knowledgeable on Britain's backwards thinking.

"So? The devices shouldn't be able to run… should they?…" she asked curiously

"They're not, I converted a charm that was used as what is essentially it is a glorified bug zapper when applied to a rune: into what is essentially an electrical generator running on the magic around it.", Luna said with an aura of pride, placing her hands on her fatty hips the best she could.

Hermione still stared in shock, mindlessly grabbing a random dessert and devouring it as she took in this new information, "But the devices should distort and break apart like in Hogwarts, no?", asked Harry.

Luna shook her head no, "The technology in the muggle studies class is VERY old… seriously old… this is a recently produced box television made by a muggle Japanese company.", she said, shaking her head before cramming another fatty pastry into her mouth.

"But the technology, shouldn't it go haywire? Like, the Weasley's Ford Angela?", Harry asked, genuinely curious, idly handing each girl a new food item.

Ginny giggled, sending her bosom wobbling, "Arthur had the habit of charming electronic devices to work the way HE wants to work as opposed to him figuring out how they actually work. It was silly to see him explain to Charlie the taxonomy of muggle vehicles, as if bikes were pack predators while sedans were herdable prey. The Ford Angela was alive due to magical charm work."

Harry nodded, remembering how the steering wheel fought against him while flying, almost like grabbing a rampaging bull by the horns in an effort to steer it.

"But HOW isn't the television distorting! Or getting satellite waves! Magic should distort that… no?" she asks in a mix of annoyance at not knowing how, and bewilderment at the fact that the solution was so simple.

Fleur sighed in slight annoyance, "The electronics not working in the magical world worked in the first few years, maybe a decade or two after electricity became public use. But that was before people realized that electrical parts should have insulators. Those insulators separated the magic from the electricity. As long as that is ensured, which is for most muggle devices at least around the 1970s.", she said.

Hermione was silent… she growled and slammed her fists lightly into Lunas thighs sending several ripples down.

"Hey! Quit it!" Luna laughed as she spat out some crumbs from her mouth. Somewhat annoyed that she was being used as an oversized stress toy by Hermione, not that she minded though, but now wasn't the time.

"I'm sorry I… I'm just… ugh!…"she was about to go on a rant until Harry shoved a doughnut into her mouth, in which she greedily wolfed it down and eagerly awaited another.

"Love, just let it go, you're getting yourself worked up over nothing. Just, forget about why and how and just enjoy it." Harry asked, placing another doughnut in front of Hermione's face, to which she wordlessly ate, smiling at her lover.

She happily chewed on the fattening doughnut while the robot on the screen sang something about cracked corn. Finishing, she wasn't discussing when Harry already had one waiting for her.

Harry smiled serenely as he rubbed her belly, spelling the ever full tray to continuously feed the girls. Nuzzling into Luna, everyone continued to eat and watch the television, the show about the future giving all of them hope for the future.


May 5th, 2001

The Rook Backyard

11:30 AM

Harry was still naked but had a notable increase in muscle mass on himself: nothing insane considering his frame, but enough to show that he was indeed working out. As for why? Well the girls' hormones began to run rampant, given that Fleur offered to use her abundant and delicious milk for any of the cooking requiring it, and they were more concerned with as much money as possible going to food as opposed to clothes they'd tear off anyways. Only Harry had clothes but he had to admit the girls were onto something with a nudist lifestyle, enjoying the sense of feeling and confidence it gave them. Not to mention with all the sex they were having, clothes were a waste of time at the Rook.

He was chopping up hickory wood he had gotten from a muggle shop to use for a huge barbecue. He wiped the sweat off his brow and smiled as he placed the ax into the chopping block.

"A job well done." Harry says as he picks up the chopped up wood logs.

Harry carried the wood to a kindling pile: tossing them in as Harry brushed off his hands. He smiled and walked over to the door, as he heard chatting and saw Hermione and Ginny talking about their plan to marathon something. Harry smiled as he saw his main lover talking to a close friend who was practically family, both girls, like Luna and Fleur, larger than they were a month ago and not slowing down. Hermione waddled off and Ginny smacked her arse before she left, making Hermione jolt in shock as ripples wobbled her ass around hypnotically.

"That'll be later, won't it?~" Hermione purred out, Ginny grinning back sultrily at her.

Harry chuckled as he walked in, Ginny glanced over smiling. "Morning Harry, what's the plan for today?" she asks as she bit into a large sausage wrap she made for herself, cheeks bulging as she tried to eat it as fast as she could.

Harry nodded as he picked up a much smaller wrap and bit into it.

"Well… considering that we've been talking about the next part of our plan I've decided to go ahead and start the wedding."

Ginny smiled as she continued wolfing down her wrap as she listened to Harry's plans: she was aware of magical sermons and was officiated since any pureblood is technically officiated enough to do the ceremony legally. Not to mention the fact that considering everything that's happened the last three years, Ginny was honestly the only person they'd want.

"Okay I'll get the stuff ready for the wedding, but I suggest you talk to Hermione. I'm unsure what but something is wrong with her…"

Harry nodded as he walked off, noticing that Fleur and Luna were helping themselves get ready: mixing paints that would be adorned on them and the rune circle for the binding to take place.

"Do not worry Luna, I am familiar with how to make this… unfortunately we will need the blood of the sermon's family to give it a red color…"

Luna nods as she continues stirring the, for now, white magical paint within the cauldron.

"Why don't we just use tomato sauce for it?" Luna asks, grunting with each stir, unused to this amount of physical effort

"Magic would marry us to the empty tomato jar then. Or worse we die. We need to get some of Ginny's blood for this ritual or some other pure blood." Fleur said.

"True… I'd offer mine but I wouldn't wish to be drained of it all for the ceremony in time… we should've started this sooner but I was too lazy to get off and stop stuffing my fat arse", Luna grunted out.

"Well in fairness it's a lovely arse ", Fleur said, only to get splattered in the face with some paint.

"I didn't say it WASN'T!", she giggled, "But for now I guess one of us will need to break the bad news to Harry and Hermione…" she sighed.

They continued stirring the paints as Harry decided to go upstairs to try to talk to Hermione, worried for his fiance.


Meanwhile Upstairs

He climbed up and saw Hermione on her bed, sobbing as she held a letter. Confused, Harry wondered how exactly she got mail until she saw where it was from: Australia.

"Oh Harry my parents! They-they're dead!", she sobbed on the bed as Harry hugged her worriedly, sinking deep into her flab as he consoled his fiance.

"What happened to your parents, Hermione?…" Harry asks while stroking her bushy hair… he knew this wasn't an easy question but he hoped that talking about this would make it easier on her.

She sniffled as she rereads the letter, "While the Weasleys imprisoned me, the Magical Australian government found them and put them in their equivalent of Saint mungos for excessive Memory damage! And now I'm considered a criminal by the ICW!…", she broke down sobbing as she hugged Harry, Harry frowning and simply hugging her back, knowing that now wasn't a time for words.

After a few minutes of Hermione crying onto him, it eventually devolved back down to sniffling. Laying down and cuddling on the bed, Harry calmly stroked his lovers back, trying to soothe her. Hearing her stomach growl, he waved his wand summoned over a large platter of various foods. Almost on instinct Hermione grabbed a piece of toast, one that was practically drowned in butter.

"My parents would think I'm a disappointment!…", she sobbed and coughed out a tiny bit of the toast she ate in realization, shocking Harry.

"I am a fat lazy slob who binges around all day getting pooned by you and a bunch of other fat and lazy slobs… and I fucking love it, BLOODY HELL! I've gone stir crazy about it!", she says through battered breaths, "I used to be an honors student, Harry!…" she said while crying.

"Well I doubt it 'Mione-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW THEM LIKE I DID!" She sobbed out, "YOU WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE…", she sniffled and sobbed out.

"YOU NEVER LOVED THE DURSLEYS BUT I HAD LOVED MY PARENTS, AND OUT OF MY CONTROL I ABANDONED THEM! You wanna know what they thought when I returned home for my 6th year summer? Th-they were so happy they took the whole summer off… they were happy to see I was willing to be near them… happy to just EVEN BE NEAR ME… and then I had to obliviate them on my 18th!" She sobbed out.

Harry frowned and rubbed her belly, knowing she loved that. "I'm sure they would understand… I know what it's like to lose your-"

Hermione glared at him with a look he only could compare to what he saw on Hermione's arguments with him in year six. However, this one, broken up by sobs, rather than a monotone potioned up rant, was her pure intent.

"LIKE YOU'D BLOODY KNOW WHAT THAT'S LIKE!", she hissed out as she shoved him back gently, although with the size difference, he was sent back easily.

Harry was stunned as she seethed with rage, Hermione breathing in and out hard, her eyes eventually widening in realization.

"O-oh no… I-I'm sorry Harry I-"

Harry raised a hand to her face, gently cupping her chubby cheek, "No Hermione, as usual, you're right… I wouldn't know a thing about that…"

Hermione paled as her heart broke, hoping to God, Merlin, or any divinity listening that he wouldn't break it off with her because of this… to her surprise he holds her hands and looks into her eyes.

"I wouldn't know a damn thing about that, because I never got to know my parents outside of a year of my life… not even when I was with the Fates, I couldn't meet them: I know my bloody grandparents better than them…"

Hermione frowned but her tears were gently wiped away by Harry.

"Sirius was arrested and whenever I could talk to him, it wasn't with the vulnerability you can show family… It was with the stress of talking to an escaped mental institute patient."

He placed his hands closer to her hands, as he positioned himself to sit next to her, sinking into the divot she made on the bed. Hermione let him, her stressed frown fading into one of remorse.

"Remus even had tried his hand at raising me… when we first met: that month of living in Remus' dingy shack… bloody hell that man was too humble for his own good…" Harry remarked as he shook his head.

"That was easily the best month of my life since my parents died at that point… but you… you lived with your parents for your whole life. You may have been forced to keep away for the later school years but I'm positive if those bindings snapped you'd be more than willing to return to them…" he said.

Hermione teared up and hugged Harry, not in a fit of passion but in a fit of relief and sadness as she let it all out. Soon Harry broke the silence, hoping to cheer her up.

"Well, What were your parents like?" He asked, conjuring a handkerchief and gently dabbed away her tears.

"My father, John Richard Granger, was as stoic as they come. He was a very hard worker and loved us as much as he loved his job. I'd know because there would be nights where he would stay past my bedtime to work out late, "earning good honest money" he always said."

Harry rubbed her soft back and positioned her on the bed before reaching for a bottle of lotion, not knowing that it was labeled 'Kreme de Voyage'. Harry rubbed some of it on his hands and then on the large canvas that was her exposed back. Hermione shuddered from the cold and smiled as she started to relax.

"My mum was also a dentist… specializing with anestetics but she mostly spent time at home after my father hired another anesthesiologist a short while after I was born… ooh that feels so good…"

Hermione groaned in pleasure as Harry gave her aching legs and sore feet a thorough rub down, rubbing as deeply as he could with all the blubber she had. Hermione practically felt the stress melt away as her vision blurred from the euphoria

"There there love, I'll get this all sorted out… I'm sure there's a series of grand misunderstandings here…" Harry said as he delivered ministrations to his lead lover.

Harry smiled as he caressed her large thighs, digging into the rolls, Hermione resting on the bed smiling as she felt calmer… confusing Harry as she was drooling. He looked at the bottle and saw it was in French.

"Hmm… I should ask Fleur about this when she wakes up…", he said as he set it back onto Luna's apothecary stand.

He got an idea and decided to transfigure something official looking robes on her, using her blanket. He also proceeds to perform the largest girdling spell known to man at this point, surprisingly making Hermione appear rather buxom and robust in terms of a figure, almost like a muggle model, with a fairly large bosom, each breast slightly larger than Ginny's current ones, with and eye catching an arse and hips to match. Harry smiled as he magically did her hair before she woke up.

"Harry?…", she asked as she woke up, rubbing her head before seeing the suit sleeve on her now slender arm. She looked over and saw Harry transfiguring the sheets on Luna's bed into official looking robes, on his lapel was the crest of House Potter: ironically, two lightning bolts crossing each other.

"There." he said as he held her hand.

"Harry, where are we going?!-", her screams whipped into the wind as a piece of paper slipped from their apparition swirl. It said: "Be back soon, do what you need to finish the ritual, we need to knock some business out of the way. -Love Harry"

Ginny waddled in upon hearing the apparition pop and grinned as she read the note. It was time to bash a head in.


May 5th, 2001

The Road from the Burrow to the Rook

12:00 PM

Charlie Weasley was grinning while wearing a new set of dragonhide gear. He joined the preserves in Romania not out of fear of their extinction, but because of the fact their leather is very expensive to sell, and very luxurious. Several broods of dragons had to be sent to slaughter for his horrid actions against the dragons who were weakened during the fasting process to prevent them from crushing their eggs.

He had done many misdeeds ranging from cursing the dragons with sickness that would cause them to be too weak to protect the eggs, or heat them up to a degree of death. Swapping the eggs between clutches, the magics of the queens, female dragons, would strengthen their children but would cause any foreign dragon egg to become poisoned. Charlie had even gone as far as to contaminate various samples of draconic sperm from the kings, a male dragon, with toxic potions. Regardless, Charlie didn't care, it meant more leather to him.

Charlie was indifferent in terms of his sister or any of the whores vanishing: he'd rather be respectable and claim a pureblood woman for himself, unlike his hedonistic brother and father.

However, he had heard muffled screaming and walked near the Rook of that freak Luna, curious to what it was and if he could take it. He found a cellar and it was creaked open and whatever was inside was calling his name.

"Charlie… Charlie…", the voice echoed.

Charlie opened the door and cast a lighting spell, nothing, he groaned and lit a match with the bottom of his shoe and screamed at what he saw.

Ginny was chained to the wall with a special set of chains, morbidly obese and covered in sweat blood, various red juices and other stains and liquids, breathing hard and shivering from the cold if her erect nipples were any indication

"Charlie?… Charlie! you have to help me!… Granger and that veela tramp smuggled me out of the house! Please help… please…" she begged, feigning ignorance and began crying.

Charlie smirked as he slowly walked over.

"But you're already tied up~ I need to get my rocks off anyways.", he walked over before unzipping his pants. Ginny shivered nervously before attempting to squirm away from him. Charlie grabbed her fat face grinning with a look of lust.

"I'm gonna make you remember this forever~…", Charlie says as he licks his lips.

Ginny's sudden look of satisfaction should've been a clue that sent warning signs in Charlie's head, but he wasn't really paying attention. All that mattered was his satisfaction.

Ginny moved her hands as the chains lashed off her arms and legs. She dropped to the floor with a heavy thud as Charlie was chained upside down onto the wall. Ginny pulled her wand out from her very deep, cavernous belly button, putting on a show of sorts before casting a spell on herself, cleaning off any of the stains on her or in the room. Electric lights shined to reveal it was a white tiled room, easy for cleaning.

"There we are, spik and span!", Ginny said as she patted her belly in appreciation, sending ripples across the pale fat aprons surface.

Charlie struggled in his restraints as Ginny gagged him with what looks like a fake snitch with serrated dragon wings, causing him to pale in fear.

"What's the matter? I thought you liked quidditch, so don't be such a little snitch~", she pulled out a large beater's bat from her apparently charmed belly button, using the same spell on Harry's moleskin patch. Winding up, she then proceeded to smash it against his side making him scream in pain, which caused the serrated snitch to flap its wings, cutting his lips.

"What's the matter? Snitch got your tongue?~" she joked before smashing the bat into his chest with surprising strength, causing him to groan and grunt.

The beating lasted for several hours, a bruised and battered Charlie had dozens of scars around his lips, tears ran down his reddened eyes as with a final swing Ginny smashed the bat against his shoulder, the bat splintering into dozens upon dozens of tiny splinters sent that were sent flying, grinning frowns as she held the broken end of the bat.

Ginny tutted in disappointment. "Shoddy sports equipment…", she tossed the splinters aside as Charlie laughed under the gag. Ginny yanked it out roughly, leaving a raw cut, causing his mouth to bleed. "What's so funny?", she demanded.

Charlie coughed up blood as Ginny looked around for something else to beat him with, preferably a bat or an easy to configure weapon.

"You think this is over you fat Trollop? I'll kill you! Rape you and then kill you!" Charlie yelled out In rage. Grinning at her fat ass as she bent over to look for something to shut him up.

Ginny frowned at him in annoyance and clicked the snitch: causing it to fly off and start cutting him, occasionally buzzing around him like a bee.

"AGHH! YOU WHORE! I BET YOU'LL BE SUCKING POTTER'S COCK IN HELL!"

This caused Ginny to glare at him a bit before grinning.

"That'd be difficult since we're both alive… as well the fact I'm not in relations with him… but whatever shotty business your family did with Dumbledore REALLY angered someone beyond the grave… the Fates if you don't get it.

She reached behind her and pulled out another shrunken Beaters bat: this one however had various horns hammered into the beating end. Charlie paled.

"Oh you recognize these… you know how hard it was for Harry to get one horn and or back spike of EVERY dragon you killed off due to your leather fetish?"

She held the end of the bat under her hand, raising it up and down on the palm of her hand. She slammed the bat into his left leg making him scream in agony as his bones broke from the blunt horns of a Iberian Belchburner. He cringed as she flipped the bat over to show the goat-like horns of a Himmilayan Archback that gored his stomach, cringing in absolute agony as they dug into his flesh.

"Hmm I wonder what these do…" she swung again, this time the saw-like back ridge of a Saharan Whiptail dug into his shoulder. Ginny tried to pull it out only noticing that it wouldn't budge.

"AGGHH! YOU BITCH!", he screamed as Ginny sawed his arm off, it dripping with a bleeding mess.

"I-I'm going to kill you…" he says

A blast of a cauterization spell hit the stump where his right arm used to be. Ginny looked over and saw Luna and Fleur waddle in with the bubbling white paint.

"The first batch is ready, we just need the final ingredient." Luna said panting as she pushed the cauldron full of runic paint.

"Shame, I was having so much fun…", she looked at the top of the bat and saw it was created with the skull of the now extinct, thanks to Charlie killing the last breed of the last elderly female, Argentinian Rampart. She raised the bat up and swung it down upon his ghostly pale face, splattering brains, blood, and Weasley skull fragments across the room.

"There, the deed is done.", Ginny said as she panted, tossing the bat aside with an iconic clunk sound.

Fleur nodded and used her wand to accio all the blood into the boiling pot: to Ginny's surprise the pot merely glowing a light pinkish color.

"I thought you only needed one person's blood… why isn't it done?" Ginny asked, baffled.

Luna sighed in disappointment as Fleur explained "Well Luna did the math for our weights at the moment… with the amount of paint she measured for, I doubt one Weasley will be enough."

Ginny's eyes widened out of shock, "How big do you three exactly plan on getting before the wedding day?"

Luna blushed and stroked her hair, as if trying to appear as small as someone her size could get, as Fleur smirked at her.

"Luna wishes for us to be big enough to have to be forklifted, or preferably levitated, down the aisle as opposed to waddling down it. Regardless, she wants us borderline or even immobile sized and truth be told, I can see the appeal behind it. We just want to be as big as possible when we get married." Fleur spoke as if it was a common fact.

Surprised at how well Fleur had grasped onto the English language, while there was a French accent she wasn't saying "Eez" any more. Ginny blushed red and nodded before her stomach growled. She glanced at her sweating fat folds and panted out.

"Got any lunch saved up? Beating my bast- I mean BROTHER, though I dunno if it'd be an insult to brothers to call him that… well regardless it was quite a workout and I've worked up a bigger appetite than usual." Ginny joked, patting her tummy in a loving way.

The girls grinned and waddled into the house to gorge on food… Charlie's battered corpse, however, was left behind, forgotten.


May 5th, 2001

International Confederation of Wizards Headquarters

New Babylon, Magical Iraq

12:00 PM

The International Confederation of Wizards were meeting up in their headquarters, the oldest city recorded with magic in the time of humanity: Babylon.

The ICW was discussing tensions between the Muggle United States and Muggle Middle Eastern countries: under the rule of the muggle dictator Al Qaeda: despite the hostility between the two muggle nations the magicals were parts of the same alliance and they needed to discuss. Allies of each side were there with the Supreme Mugwump, Babajide Akingbade.

"Now We need to discuss the tensions between the Muggle Middle East and the Muggle USA, especially Al Qaeda. President Swiftwater?"

He looks over at the President of the Magical Congress of the United States of America: A Sharply dressed Native American Woman named Lakota Swiftwater. She is known for her term as a magical Soldier in Vietnam: where muggle America lacked a reason to fight Vietnam the magical Vietnamese had attacked magical American traders. Her Allies were the American representative on the ICW: Abraham Foster, the French representative on the ICW: Jacques Delacour, and the British representative on the ICW: Neville Longbottom.

"Yes Mr: Akingbade, the Muggle soldiers are placing platoons while our magical advisor of the president is preventing them from settling in areas with magicals around: this IS, however, causing tensions within the troops. How are things on your end Sultan Taniyn?" She asked as she fiddled with her wand.

The Sultan of Magical Iraq: Nadia Taniyn, a Middle Eastern woman wearing elegant robes with a hijab and turban, with various runes carved into metal emblems across the robes: where muggle Iran was very oppressive at the time, magical Iran was one of the most progressive nations in the magical world. Beside her were the Iranian representative on the ICW: Muhammad Zad, the Bulgarian representative on the ICW: Hector Karkaroff, and finally the Egyptian representative on the ICW: Isis Hassan.

"Unfortunately the muggle Iranian terrorists groups are causing- well, terror but we've been doing good work blocking them off from the magical world and sneaking magical luck potions and other spells to local No-Maj rebellions.", she says as she drank her water.

They continued discussing how to cull the muggle Al Qaeda from invading magical areas when a swirl of black magic appeared in the room. Neville drew his blade, the sword of Gryffindor, to deal with the threat.

"Whoever this is, return to where you came from or else!", he exclaimed with a voice that caused the apparition to shudder a bit before fully forming.

The swirls took the form of two human beings before the black vapors around them vanished to reveal Harry and Hermione, Neville's eyes widened and he lowered the sacred blade while keeping it in his arms, the tip hitting the marbled floor with a tapping sound. In the atrium in front of 6 of the worlds most known magical governments: we're the defamed war hero Hermione Granger, as well as the "Man-Who-Won", Harry Potter. Neville places the tip of his sword up against Harry's neck.

"Alright, who are you scum?", Neville asked as he placed the blade closer to his neck.

"What's wrong Neville? It's me Harry…" he pleased but was met with the blade, Hermione yelped as she was stunned by Muhammad.

"Hermione!" Harry gags out as Neville places the blade closer.

"Answer this, if it's true, I'll let you go. When I visited my Mum in sixth year, what did she give me?"

"A Gum wrapper, just like every visit. You have a collection at your home.", Harry said with utmost respect.

Nevilles stoic stance faltered as his eyes widened.

"…That… yeah that's really Harry Potter.", Neville said as he dropped the Sword of Gryffindor. He then hugged Harry tight, lifting him up.

"Who are these two people, Lord Longbottom? And how did they get within the atrium?", Sultan Nadia asked.

"Lady Nadia, these two are not just two people: they saved my nation from a dark lord who had terrorized Great Britain for the past 30 years!" Neville replied stoically as he picked up his blade, and sheathed it back in its scabbard.

Harry was surprised to see the confident man who the bundle of nerves grew into. Neville's clothes consisted of hide-made armor and a cape made out of some animal pelt, it was obviously made out of a Bear as its taxidermied head rested on the left shoulder of the cape. He had grown a neatly trimmed beard out and his full head of hair combed over, though his figure SCREAMED workout buff.

"Jeez Nev, you've bulked up!" Harry joked as he slugged Nevile's shoulder making him nervously chuckle.

The ICW watched in shock as Harry did so but per regulation, they chained Hermione, but Harry pulled out the elder wand and it melted the chains on the floor. Their eyes widened seeing the elder wand in the hands of a deadman.

"How on earth did you get that, child?", asked the Supreme Mugwump: partially out of fear and partially to understand why he had his predecessor's wand.

Harry sighs and places the wand up to his throat.

"I am Harry James Potter, born the 31st of July, 1981: swear upon my life and magic that everything I speak within these halls is nothing but the truth."

The wand glows as he casts a Lumos charm, the mugwump looks at the officials beside him and they nod.

"Alright Mister Potter: you may speak your piece. But I do hope that whatever caused this will not result in violence."

"Yes sir, but can you untie my fiancé?", he asked. Neville'seyes widened and he undid the knots, Hermione thanking him with a chaste kiss on the cheek before returning to Harry's side.

Lakota looked at them and nodded. "Hermione Granger is a wanted criminal for causing her parents to die from fatal Obliviation. So what happened then?"

"Hermione was under the influence of various bindings on her mind, soul, and magic because of one Albus Dumbledore and a majority of the Weasley family."

The ICW listened as Harry explained some aspects of what had happened during his time at Hogwarts. Some of this disgusted the ICW while the French and Bulgarian representatives were shocked by what occurred during the Triwizard Tournament. They knew they'd have words with their respective headmasters, especially Jacques Delacour for his youngest daughter being forced to stay underwater for her sister to rescue her.

Lakota was stunned at the vast amount of stuff that happened: Magical America was Allied with Magical Britain after the Magical World War. Her predecessors always spoke of Dumbledore as if he was a crackpot, but he died before she took office so never took the advice as the man being crazy, just senile in his old age. It appeared she'd have to send some apologies out to some of the Magical White House's alumni.

Meanwhile Babajide was disgusted at what had occurred at Hogwarts, no, Magical Britain in general while within Dumbledore's grasp: he was confided into what Dumbledore's wand truly was but figured that the man was too good to abuse its power. Clearly he was wrong: The ICW could have, no SHOULD HAVE, stepped in the moment Voldemort's return became public knowledge but by then it was too late…

"And then after I perished I had met the Fates, and they told me to return and gave me the Hallows: the inheritance of my ancestors the Peverells.", he said, showing off all the Deathly Hallows with the leaders nodding in affirmation.

"So zis Herm-minine" was imperioused?" Asked the Bulgarian representative.

Harry nodded as Hermione explained.

"I was layered with charm after charm while I was petrified from the basilisk my betrothed mentioned. After that, the Weasleys and Dumbledore would add more and more every summer or whenever they caught me alone." Hermione clarified, a few tears pooling in her eyes.

The ICW nodded as they unanimously removed the charge from Hermione's record, more than satisfied with the evidence given to them.

"Now that it is very clear that you didn't do it on purpose, that begs the question of what exactly happened to cause this."

"Well, in my second year at Hogwarts during the time I fought the basilisk, Lockhart was intent on Obliviating both the Weasley and myself. He succeeded flawlessly and with a broken wand as well. Considering the fact that a few years later he was exactly the same as when he Obliviated himself, it stands to reason that whatever happened to Hermione's parents, was caused by a third party." Harry said.

"As you can see, I performed the Obliviation both successfully and with better results than Lockhart with a perfectly functional wand. As my fiance said, what happened to them is not a symptom of an Obliviation gone wrong but rather an act of malicious intent. Considering all the Weasleys have done to me, my fiance and a few others, I highly suspect it was either one of them who did it, or they bribed or hired someone else to do it for them." Hermione lectured.

The ICW nodded as they added onto the Weasleys' growing list of charges.

The head asked. "Do you seek a Blood Feud against them?"

Harry shook his head no, "The youngest, Ginny Weasley is a friend of ours who was just in bad shape as Hermione was. Fleur Delacour also suffered at their hands as well. When I rescued Hermione I later snuck in to save Fleur while me and a very dear and close friend to all of us, Luna Lovegood helped me take Ginny when she was sent out. Charlie, Fred, George, Percy, Ron, Arthur and Molly Weasley are the only Weasleys left that we wish to enact the Blood Feud with."

"What about the son commonly known as Bill? Surely he is included in the Feud, considering the part he played in your suffering?" Asked Jacques Delacour with a raised eyebrow.

Harry and Hermione nervously looked away, opting to look at the floor in an unusual moment of embarrassment.

"He, he was actually our first kill. You see, Harry was attempting to comfort Fleur and her Veela instincts saw him as a threat, considering the fact she was still 'married' to Bill. We froze her and Luna said that if she was the one who killed Bill, it just might allow her magic to keep her alive. We lured Bill over, unfroze Fleur and that was that." Harry explained, to start.

"But as soon as the kill was concluded Fleur suddenly became a lot healthier and less sickly looking than before. We wouldn't have let her kill him otherwise because Fleur Delacour's veela instincts were tearing her apart.", Hermione finished, blushing nervously as she hugged Harry's side.

Jacques Delacour's eyes widened before stopping to think for a moment before paling dramatically. His face then turns red with wrath and he slams his gavel on the table.

"Pardon granted! It was in self defense!", he yelled out.

The other ICW are confused, as are Harry and Hermione. The man walked down from the podium and over to Harry before shaking his hands.

"I am Fleur Delacour's father: Jacques Delacour. It is a capital crime to love potion a Veela as their magic will falsely blind them to the potions effects."

Harry's eyes widened as Hermione sighed in relief. The gavel is hit again and they see the Supreme Mugwump nod.

"I've heard all I need to hear", the African man said, "Tonight we will leak out all the Weasley's misdeeds to the Wizarding public worldwide and explain Harry Potter's return. How would you like us to do that, Mister Potter?"

Harry taps his chin and shrugs.

"Enough secrets have been kept from me in my life, so I'd just like to go with the cold hard truth. British media always makes me out a hero in one minute and a villain the next: so I'm curious if this will get them to shut up."

The court adjourned as the two met up with Neville.

"You two should come to my manor, my wife Hannah would love to catch up with Luna and Ginny sometime."

Harry nodded as they exchanged floo addresses, Neville smiling as he saw it was the Rookery. Jacques Delacour also handed Harry a floo address, asking if it would be possible to contact Fleur soon: Harry was curious why this was the case but nodded and pocketed it the address.


May 5th 2001

The Rookery Living Room

7:35 PM

Soon the two return home to the Rookery, and sit down on the expansive bean bag chairs.

"Ahh Harry, it's nice to be back home… but we've got permission from the ICW to kill the Weasleys now… hey where are the others?"

The door opened up and a blood soaked Ginny waddled in with a nervous expression on her face. She waddled past them and into the bathroom to try to wash it all off…

"You okay there Gin?" Harry asked, getting up in case comfort was required.

She turned around quickly, her belly swinging around like a wrecking ball.

"No I'm bloody not!… I just killed a man!" She yelled as she gripped her hands together. She sighed and rubbed her hands together. "I'm sorry, I, just…"

Harry hugged her gently, sinking into her belly. "It's okay Gin, taking a life is never easy… come on.", he led her to a bean bag where Fleur and Luna hugged her from all directions, surrounding her in a supple, plush flab from all directions.

Hermione struggled to try to undo the girdling spell, grunting as her efforts were in vain. She looked over at Harry and saw he was asleep. She sighed and joined in the cuddle session, skinny as a twig to her disappointment … until her clothes flew off, scattering across the room in her sleep as she fattened back up to her normal 600+ pound weight.


July 13th, 2001

The Rookery

3:30 PM

Harry dressed up in some decent looking robes while he looked in the mirror. He smiled as things had gotten much better since the ICW leaked everything. The Weasleys were now social pariahs, omitting Ginny and the late Bill and Charlie: and were too scrutinized to leave the Burrow much less use their blackmail on anyone.

Harry's return was celebrated and apology letters went out to the various girls for how they were treated. He adjusted his tie as he walked off to the main room, where all the girls were finishing up getting ready.

"Are you girls ready?", he asked.

All the girls, even Luna, were wearing special robes and putting a very light amount of makeup on their faces. Their robes were a step above the standard wizarding robes, with these particular ones emphasizing their feminine curves. They also showed a bit more skin, their ankles, wrists and just a tiny bit of their cleavage on display. The robes were all a dark gray that was borderline black, with gold, maroon, blue, and silver highlights for Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Fleur respectively. Hermione dotted a minuscule amount of powder puff on her face and smiled as Fleur cranked up her allure a bit before walking over to Harry, a sway in her steps.

"'Arry why can't we stay home, or better yet invite ze Longbottom here?", she asked with a purr, making sure to press her large breasts onto him.

Harry rolled his eyes in amusement, swatting her pheromones away with his hand.

"Not falling for it Fleur, we're heading to the Longbottom manor for this dinner and that's the end of it. And remember, dont over eat ill make your actual dinner when we get home.", Harry remarked.

The girls sighed, save Ginny, who smiled and positioned her cleavage to appear better looking while brushing herself off.

"Okay Harry, we're ready!", she said.

Harry smiled at them all and they walked to the Lovegood floo. Harry threw some powder in and it created the iconic green portal: "Longbottom Manor!", Harry called out as it opened up to become an entrance into the manor. They all walk through one at a time.


July 13th 2001

Longbottom Manor

3:35 PM

Longbottom Manor was akin to Malfoy Manor, similar in size and architecture except there was less of a gothic and dark atmosphere, as well as a more home feeling to the atmosphere. They entered the home and smiled as a house elf took Harry's cane, Hermione had learned from Luna that House Elves were sentient magical parasites: feeding off of radiating magics of wizards and witches, they happily serve witches and wizards as it gives them increased lifespans, hence how Kreacher lived for so long. She'd work on getting elf rights in the new timeline as opposed to abolishing the servitude they had.

They walked into a room with a pelted rug that looked to be made out of a black lion's fur, Luna's eyes widening as she recognized it as the pelt of a Nundu. On a pair of chairs on top of the rug were Neville Longbottom and his wife: Hannah Abbott, she had grown out of being the pudgy pigtailed Hufflepuff and into a slender woman with a physique similar to Aunt Petunia, possibly even worse as she was practically skin and bones. Hannah sighed softly as she flipped through a hardcover book labeled, 'Legend of Harry Potter', Harry cringing as he saw the cover.

Hannah glanced up and smiled brightly, "Luna! Ginny! How are you two?" She got up and hugged the two tightly, practically gripping their backs, Ginny hugging back just as hard and Luna patting her back, careful not to injure the dangerous thin woman.

"Hello Hannah, you look…", Ginny said, surprised as Hannah nodded, knowing what was going through their minds.

"Yeah I hear you but come on, let's get to some dinner.", she led them to a large dining room table where a banquet was laid out, filled with a large variety of many different dishes. Everyone fixed a plate and dug in, Neville smiling as he chatted with Harry and Hermione.

"So how has everything been? Have you guys been adapting okay?", Neville asked as he cut into a Salisbury steak made by their family house elf: Trouser.

"Oh it's been positively wonderful Neville, finally being able to walk into public while gathering books: the gifts have also been nice.", Hermione said, drooling, remembering the countless muffin baskets she had gotten from generous wizards and witches.

They continued eating and dining, Harry noticed that Hannah's body had churned inside…. He pulls out the elder wand and sends a small burst of magic that hits her in the stomach, her eyes widened and gagged as a lump formed in her throat, Neville grabs her and starts performing the heimlich.

Hannah gagged and coughed out a flapping butterfly-like creature, it had multiple gossamer wings that looked like stain glass, but the center of the creature appeared similar to a horrifying looking centipede.

"What the BLOODY FUCK IS THAT?!" Ginny yelled.

"KILL EET! KILL EET!" Shrieked out Fleur.

They blasted spells at it, the creature hissing and went flying out an open window only for Neville to slash it into two with the sword of Gryffindor, which he then pointed at Harry.

"What the BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO TO MY WIFE!" Neville bellowed out as Hannah collapsed, "Hannah?!", he helped her up as she coughed up some phlegm and a tiny bit of blood

"It's…it's gone…" she passed out saying.

Neville places an ear over her chest and sighs in relief, practically shuddering in shock. Harry looked over concerned as Neville picked Hannah up and carried her into their bedroom to rest. He then sat down next to Harry and the others.

"Ginny, I'm sure you remember what happened to Hannah during Harry's Horcrux hunt, do you?", Neville asked.

Ginny nodded as she remembered, long buried memories beginning to resurface…

"Yes Neville I do remember…", she said in sadness.

Hermione coughed and looked at them, "What aren't you two telling us?"

Neville sighs, "Hannah and I started dating in that year: my family was pure blooded so while it was love we went public with it to make sure she wouldn't get harmed… unfortunately that didn't mean Jack to the death eater faculty."

"It was like a school full of Snapes except they all treated all houses badly and acted out with about as much pleasure Umbridge had with those damn blood quills." Ginny continued.

Harry nodded as he took this in, Neville continuing his speech.

"Hannah was quite… ehh… shall we say… 'very Well-Rounded' when we started dating and the teacher for Magical Beasts, Yaxley, grimaced at that… he had us analyze a magical parasite: a Gutrot Worm… the bloody bastard imperioused me into shoving one's egg down Hannah's throat…" Neville continued with a light sob.

The girls gasped as Harry was confused at what a Gutrot was. Luna frowned at them.

"Poor thing Hannah… Gutrot worms are a species of invasive magical parasite. Feeding not only off the food the host eats, but the magic within.", Luna lamented.

"They can't be removed through traditional means, they'd either have to die which would require starving the host. Or killing it with poisons.", Hermione said, "They… they… oh dear god…"

Neville nodded

"They forgone treatment for her, claiming that she needed it for a more appropriate husband… but how in the name of magic did YOU get rid of it Harry?", Neville asked.

"Well when you have the world's most powerful wand, it was as simple as inducing as me wanting to cure whatever happened", Harry swirled the wand around.

Neville nodded as he lamented.

"My wife, and I owe you a life debt, Harry. You saved my wife from dying from starvation, which would be horrifying considering how much the creature drained, or worse a life without using magic…"

Harry raised up his hand, stopping Neville.

"You don't owe me anything Neville… the point of a life debt is a form of fallacy in itself."

This confused everyone in the room. They blinked, Harry clarified.

"A life debt requires someone to save someone's life without rewards as an intention, not without rewards as a remote possibility in their mind. The universe only lets those who follow those to be able to incite one: but if that's the case why would they be willing to call on one?"

They nodded and agreed with Harry.

"Maybe, but not everyone who is saved is grateful. The debts extend to family too, typically those who were put in danger long ago were putting them in said danger: Andromeda and Perseus from Greek mythology for example.", clarified Hermione.

Harry nods, "Well regardless I won't incite it… well unless you wouldn't mind me taking out the Weasley family?"

Neville paled as he sat down to his wife, gently rubbing Hannah's arm, making her smile softly in her sleep.

"Are you mad?!" Neville yelled out as Ginny got a migraine. Fighting through the pain, Ginny quickly stunned Neville before he could get out of hand, his hand already reaching for his wand.

"Ginny, are you okay?" Harry asked, shocked and stunned Neville was about to attack them out of nowhere.

"I-I'm good… I'm just getting headaches… maybe use the Finite whatever spell on him like you did us.. ow…", she groaned out as she rubbed her head as the migraine got worse and worse.

Almost immediately Harry cast an overpowered Finite on Neville, pumping as much power as he could into it, causing Ginny to sigh in relief as the migraine immediately stopped. However, Ginny collapsed to her knees as she hissed in pain, once again grasping her head. Harry, Hermione, Luna and Fleur immediately rushed to her and kneeled down next to her, all four of them surrounding her as they worried about and checked on their friend/lover.

"Ginny, are you okay?" Luna asked worriedly, kneeling in front of her and shaking her shoulders lightly, trying to get her attention. Ginny simply turned her head a bit to gaze at Neville's unconscious body, a soft, wistful smile on her face that quickly turned into a frown.

"Oh Merlin." She muttered softly, sniffling a bit as small tears began pooling in her eyes.


December 25th, 1994

The Hogwarts Great Hall

7:45 PM

It was the night of the Yule Ball during the Goblet of Fire, and Ginny and her date Neville were currently sitting at one of the many tables. For nearly the entire time they've been there, save the one quick dance that they both enjoyed immensely, the duo were simply conversing as Ginny simply ate and ate.

For the past week, Ginny was eating more than usual, matching her brother Ron's appetite without trouble and then some, but tonight, it was seemingly endless. For almost the entire hour they've been there so far, Ginny did nothing but eat, pound upon pound, plates upon plates of food vanishing into her insatiable stomach. Its effects were very much noticeable, her belly slowly but surely growing as it filled with the endless buffet. By this point of her feast it was around the size of a muggle football and sat on her thicker than normal thighs, and if her pace was any indication, it would likely continue for a few more hours.

The stomach area of her dress was nearing its limits and Ginny frankly didn't care: all that mattered was that she was hungry. Cheeks bulging as she filled her greedy mouth with cheesecake, she motioned to Neville fill up another plate for her, who was all too eager to oblige.

They smiled and kissed before she went into the next plate before out of the corner of the memory she noticed Harry and a somewhat chubby Hermione dancing, and Ron glaring at them. The next week she and Neville were in a broom closet making out. Ginny's shirt was about to get discarded, freeing her MUCH larger belly until the door opened and McGonagall obliviated them.


June 13th, 2001

Longbottom Manor

5:45 PM

She wiped her teary eyes and sniffled as she helped Neville into a bed Harry quickly transfigured. Hannah's eyes opened up as she glanced at Ginny.

"You finally remember?… that's good…" she coughed and adjusted herself to rest more comfortably.

"How… why?…" Ginny pondered sadly.

"Ginny what happened?" Hermione asked.

"Neville and I dated during the tournament year… we… we had put it under the fidelius charm…", She laments.

"Okay so that was wiped, but how does Hannah remember?" Asked Harry.

Hannah nodded weakly.

"I put them under said Fidelus, but I was afraid if I made them remember they'd just get obliviated again, or even worse… but during my seventh year I got hit by that magic draining parasite." she explained, reaching her hand out towards Ginny, beckoning her towards her.

"Since he didn't realize that you two used to date, he just went after me, and I just couldn't say no to such a kind, sweet boy. He was probably the only boy in Hogwarts who wanted to date me when I was fat and getting fatter and I just wanted him to be happy. When they stuck that parasite in me, I eventually wasted away until I looked like this, just enough magic left in me to be classified as a squib and, I'm ashamed to admit it, but while I did grow to love him and I always will, the other reason I married him was because it was the only way I could survive. I'm so sorry Ginny. Can you ever forgive me?" Hannah explained, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Ginny frowned and nodded, "I forgive you… but I… I'm just stunned.", she said as she rubbed her arms.

Ginny sat down next to Hannah and hugged her as her stomach began to rumble. She looked down and paled before trying to cover herself up in a futile effort to preserve her modesty. She saw that she was completely naked and whatever bindings Harry placed on her broke. She saw that she was easily just as big as Hermione had been, if not barely bigger. Her robes were also in tatters, with Ginny blushing harder when she saw that she couldn't cover up remotely anything.

"Oh bloody hell…", Hermione remarked, now realizing what just happened to Ginny.

"What happened to me?!" Ginny quietly screamed as she struggled to cover her breasts, causing her to drop her now much bigger belly a bit, smushing into Hannah's blushing face, which before it was buried under the pale flab, had an odd expression.

"If I have to guess… the girdle spell broke.", Harry said while rubbing his head, actually shocked that the spell broke.

"THAT WAS AN ELDER WAND GRADE GIRDLING SPELL! HOW DID IT BREAK!?", Ginny shrieked out in abject embarrassment, for once worried about being naked.

Muffling was heard under Ginny's ginormous gut, along with the sensation of something rubbing against it. Ginny let go of her breasts and with a significant degree of effort, pulled up as much of her belly as she could, pulling up over a hundred pounds of flab, lifting just enough to allow a red Hannah to barely wiggle out.

Hannah pants and wipes the sweat off her blushing face.

"If I had to guess, the spell broke due to whatever bindings placed on you to shrink 4th year broke too.", Hannah pondered, wiping sweat off her face.

"B-But Harry used Finite Maxima on me with the Elder Wand!", Ginny exclaimed. "How could this not have shown back up then?!", she said, gripping her belly to make sure this was all her.

Luna looked at Ginny's larger arse and was stunned, with Hermione scratching her chin as she came to a conclusion.

"Harry wanted Dumbledore and the Weasley's bindings with the wand… Neville probably placed those bindings on you for your safety on a broomstick Ginny."

Ginny realized that and nodded, blushing in embarrassment as she remembered why they place the spells on her gut

"Okay but why did they shatter now?" Ginny asked.

"Must be psychological.", Hermione said with a shrug, as Neville groaned and got up rubbing her head.

"Either that, or the charms were tied to Neville's own. So when he was cured, you were.", Luna added while wondering about that herself.

Ginny looked down at Hannah and got off of her, the latter breathing hard and shuddering as she sat up. Neville groaned as Harry and Fleur helped him off the floor. He was placed in the bed with Hannah, who checked him over, his eyes opened and lit with a fire of hatred.

"Those Weasleys will BURN!" He jumped out of the bed and ran downstairs much to everyone's shock, Harry followed him since he was the quicker one and he tagged him before he apparated outside the home, causing the two to get spun away like a tornado before vanishing.


June 13th

Ministry of Magic Attrium

6:00 PM

The two wizards crshed on the pavement in the ministry and peeled themselves off of the ground. Neville dusted himself off and coughed before lookign at harry, who adjusted his glasses and ispecting them.

"What the bloody hell are you doing Harry?!", Neville grunted out.

"Making sure you don't do anything bullheaded like the Weasleys, what the hell happened man?!" Harry asked .

The two got up and walked off towards the innards of the ministry, Harry more so following Neville, as they walked into a part of the ministry unseen to Harry before.

"Those Weasleys and Dumbledore didn't just charm you, they charmed a lot of us…", he shuddered as he spoke.

"Who's "US", exactly?", Harry asked curiously, hoping to get to the root of Neville's aggression.

"The original families of the wizarding world! That's bloody who!" He yelled out.

Harry was confused.

"Dumbledore oblivated the knowledge of them from our entire generation!… ugh okay let me explain."

They reach a room where they see a giant tapestry of Merlin and Morgan le Fay, with 5 wizards and 5 witches by their side. A Phoenix perched one leg on Merlin's shoulder, and the other leg on Morgan's shoulder. Neville locked the door to the room they were in and Harry stared at the tapestry.

"What… What is this?…" Harry asked.

"The story of the original ten, and the separation of the wizarding and muggle worlds." Neville began to narrate.

"Long ago the wizarding world, and the muggle worlds were once one. Muggle and wizard, even magical creatures stood side by side protecting the utopic kingdom of Camelot."

The kingdom had many beings throughout it all doing various tasks and or talking to one another.

"This kingdom was led by King Arthur, who I am sure as a muggle you may know already, and protected by his knights of the round table."

The knights raised their swords and the tips shined like a star when touched together.

"But many don't know that Merlin had his own order, one consisting of the most powerful witches and wizards in the land: The Order of the Phoenix"

"WAIT!" Yelled Harry.

Neville halted the story and glanced at Harry

"What? I wasn't done with the story" Neville questioned.

"I thought Dumbledore founded the Order of the Phoenix?!" Harry asked.

"More accurately he named his own organization after the original, the Head Bastard always did view himself as Merlin's Heir." Neville answered,

"Uhh…", asked Harry, wondering why he had thought that.

"The bloke viewed himself as a hero for the wizarding world after talking down Grindelwald. I suppose there was an aspect of the name inspiring hope for the wizarding public during the time, but I'm sure it was to stroke off his own bloody ego… now may I continue?"

Harry nodded and continued to listen intently.

"The Order of the Phoenix fought alongside the Round Table to protect Camelot from all threats. However, Morgan le Fay was not the monster that muggle history makes her out to be… Morgana of the Fae, that was the old term for witch and wizard folk, was also a seer."

Morgan was pregnant and panting as her eyes flashed purple, Merlin held her hands as she recited a prophecy in front of him.

"The world will fracture from the bastard son of the golden king, the brood of the phoenix's nest will break it apart, but their heirs will start to piece it back together: only after stopping a threat worse than the the bastard son could ever dream"

Her eyes stopped glowing and she frowned at Merlin who had tears in his eyes.

"The Order planted runes around Britain, these runes would hide the muggle and magical worlds from each other if the situation arose… it will rise eventually it did."

The tapestry showed a great battle. Muggles, wizards, and beasts fighting against each other.

"After Mordred murdered his father in cold blood: the muggles began to kill wizards and witches left and right, even going as far as murdering half of the Order despite being on the same side… as the battle ended the remaining wizards separated the two worlds and their history would become no better than mythology in muggle eyes"

Harry was gobsmacked but nodded.

"Who of them all are left?…", he asked Neville.

"The families left are Potter, Longbottom, Dagworth, Bones, and Bulstrode. Though Hector Dagworth died toward the end of the war sadly."

Harry nods recognizing the names of the other two left.

"So we need to find Susan Bones and Millicent Bulstrode…"

Neville nodded.

"I also plan on taking you up on that offer to assist you in killing off the Wesleys. Just let me kill at least one."

Harry smiled and shook Neville's hand.