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Twenty minutes later, they met in the kitchen. Nymphadora, in a greenish costume, looked gorgeous. Very subtle makeup stressed her beauty, and the delicate frames of her glasses added charm to her face. Harry looked on in awe. He had already changed his clothes, hiding his wet panties and pants in the closet. He will wash them when he is left alone. His excitement subsided a little, although now, looking at Tonks drinking coffee and eating prepared sandwiches, he felt excitement again.
"Did you come back late yesterday?" The girl's question interrupted the boy's delight.
"Yyyy..." Harry stammered. Only now he remembered his morning concerns "yes... I think it was around midnight... mmm... did you sleep already?"
"No. I was not at home. I thought you noticed."
"It was dark in the room and I didn't look in," he said with relief. Phew, she didn't see.
"I didn't get back until around four," she yawned, "I'm terribly sleep-deprived."
"Were you on a date?" He asked, trying to make his voice sound calm. He felt, despite himself, a stab of jealousy.
"Yeah..." She replied with a wince, looking at him seriously On a date... With Bellatrix. I sat at her place and tried to keep her spirits up. I'm worried about her. She is in a terrible state.
Harry answered nothing. Bellatrix, a thirty-five-year-old aunt from across the street, was one of the few Death Eaters to avoid Azkaban after the Second Magick War. Slightly taller than her cousin, with shoulder-length dark hair, full breasts and a rather wide but shapely bottom, she caught his attention from the start. Of course, he preferred Nymphadora, but Bellatrix attracted his gaze in no small measure.
The two women were friends, so they visited each other often. Under pressure from her mother, Nymphadora began visiting Mrs. Black to help calm down after years of being abused by her ex-husband and the Dark Lord.
Bellatrix was heartbroken. Years later, under the influence of the marriage contract and the spells of control, she suddenly regained a free life, her once sharp mind, and became Lord Black. Thus, Nymphadora, few years younger, inevitably became her closest confidante, in her last days sitting at her aunt's house for long hours whenever she could and keeping her spirits up.
"I'm afraid for her condition," Marta interrupted Harry's musings. "She's terrified, in shock, unable to cope with anything. And in addition, this trip of mine..."
She regarded Harry.
"You know what, Harry, I would like to ask you something. For these three days, while I'm away... look at her. You are a smart guy, and she needs company now... You can't leave her alone. Maybe you can do some shopping for her, help her with something... Or in the worst case, just sit with her and talk..."
"Sure, Tonks... I will try to tear it apart. I can use Bombarda." this joke was definitely out of place.
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm serious" Martha was not laughing.
"I was joking. You're right, it was stupid. And seriously... of course you can count on me."
"I hope... Because if not, we'll count on your return." Nymphadora got up from the table and kissed Harry on the cheek. "I have to go now. Until Wednesday..."
Harry followed her out into the hallway. She put on autumn boots and that brown coat in which she looked so great.
"Bye, Harry! I'll look in on Bellatrix some more!"
"Take care of yourself and come back unharmed!" called out the boy behind her, standing in the open doorway.
He watched with pleasure as she walked down the corridor, swaying her hips gracefully. Nymphadora went to her aunt's door and rang the bell.
"Hi, Bella... I'm leaving," she said as the woman opened the door.
"Have a pleasant trip Nymphadora" Bellatrix's eyes were red, you could see that she had recently cried "have fun..."
Tonks looked at her neighbor carefully and then looked at Harry.
"Bella! Harry is staying. I talked to him. If you need anything... you know, shopping... Or just to talk... You can always come in..."
"Something you... I will not bother the boy..." the aunt waved her hand "I can handle it."
"But it's really no bother!" cried Harry "I ... with pleasure ... if you only want..."
"Dear you are" Bellatrix smiled for the first time "Thanks. Then why don't you come in tonight for dinner? It will be my pleasure. And I don't want to be alone..."
"Sure! " Harry looked at Bellatrix with sympathy. In a brown knee-length skirt that perfectly matched her hair and a white blouse, under which large breasts were highlighted, she looked really attractive. Only her eyes, reddened from sleeplessness and crying, spoiled the view of the alluring woman.
"What a jerk," he thought of Rodolphus, "to leave such a chick..."
"In that case, come in at six o'clock. I'll have a bit of time to get settled by then."
"Well, then you have an appointment!" called out Nymphadora "Harry!" she winked at the boy in agreement and ran down the stairs.
Harry closed the door. Actually, the invitation to dinner fell from heaven to him. He had no plans for the evening. After yesterday's unsuccessful evening, he did not want to go out anywhere, and sitting alone somehow did not turn him on. Besides, he liked Bellatrix; he enjoyed talking to her, from the beginning. By the way, despite the age difference between them, they were on a first-name basis with each other. In addition, her curves worked on his imagination almost as much as the sight of Nymphadora. And if he could somehow help her...
For the next few hours, Harry was busy. He did the dishes, did the laundry (that unfortunate morning accident), had a quick dinner of some sort, and then sat down to study. He had to make up for a year away from Hogwarts. Only the falling dusk and the need to turn on the lamp made him realize it was already late. He thought that, since he was invited, it would not be appropriate to go empty-handed. He got dressed and ran down to a nearby store. He bought a red Portuguese wine, semi-sweet - he knew Bellatrix liked such. Returning, he stopped by a flower shop. A red rose seemed to him an appropriate accompaniment to the wine.
"It will be nice for her," he thought. "Don't let her think all men are like this jerk."
He returned home and wrapped the bottle in decorative paper, tying the neck with a sisal ribbon. He took a shower, shaved, put on one of his better shirts and at eight o'clock sharp, he stood outside his neighbor's door.
Bellatrix was sitting in an armchair. The table had long since been set. Dinner was waiting. Candles and a small wall lamp above the table illuminated the darkness of the room. She was preparing dinner with pleasure, so she didn't have to think about Rodolphus all the time. The only element slightly spoiling the perfect picture was the half-empty bottle of cognac on the sideboard. Over the past few days, especially when she was alone, the alcohol had warmed her up, dulled her fear, despair, and horror. Today she was also already lightly humming in her head, but she curbed the urge to reach for another glass. She waited impatiently for the young visitor. She had grown very fond of him since he had moved in with Nymphadora. Handsome, slim, taller than her, cultured and well-read, he was the complete opposite of her husband - now ex-husband. Looking at Harry, she sometimes thought "I wish my son was like him."
"My son... unborn..." this thought painfully riddled her to the core. The pain returned. So strong, so acute. She felt she was about to fail. She stood up and reached for the bottle. However, she didn't have time to fill the glass when the bell rang. She quickly stowed the bottle in the bar and opened the door.
Harry looked bewildered at Bellatrix. He expected to see her the same as in the morning, with swollen, red eyes. Meanwhile, she looked fantastic. Her eyes sparkled, completely different from the morning before. Her white blouse opened slightly, showing her shapely neck. And below, hidden beneath the clothes, were... were... so big...
Former reluctant Death Eater smiled at the young man. She had such a radiant smile.
"Hello Harry. Come in. I've been waiting for you."
"I..." Harry shook off his surprise, pulled out the wine and rose held behind his back "This is for you. It's not appropriate to come empty-handed..."
She smiled even wider.
"You are sweet. Such a sweetheart."
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He felt the scent of her perfume, the soft touch of her lips. It made him feel hot. He thought that if he did... No, he couldn't even think about it. This was his aunt, eighteen years older.
He walked into the room. The burning candles created a warm, cozy atmosphere. He stood surprised.
"Do you like it?" Bellatrix brought in tea.
"It is ... is beautiful..."
"I've always liked the right setting, the mood. I've always tried so hard for him..." her voice faltered. She walked up and embraced Harry from behind "I'm so glad you came. I didn't want to be alone..."
Harry felt her warmth, softness... her hands on his breasts... her breasts... touching his back through his shirt... Despite himself, he felt arousal. He was so close to a real Woman... The penis in his pants bulged out.
"It's meaa... Maybe I can help something..." he said quickly.
"Sit down, you are my guest. I'm already serving meat," Bellatrix let go of him and went to the kitchen.
"Thank Merlin" thought Harry. He sat down and breathed deeply. He massaged his stretched out member.
"Calm down madman. She's just an aunt. Her husband and the Dark Lord abused her, she has problems... What are you thinking..."
Bellatrix served a hot dish, poured wine. They ate and talked. The woman questioned Harry about his studies, about his plans for the future. Harry was eager to tell her. They sipped wine. One glass, then another...
The earlier cognac, now mixed with wine, warmed Bellatrix. She felt relaxed. She looked with pleasure at the young man sitting across from her. Calm, composed, eloquent, and so cultured... Plus such a graceful, handsome boy... She felt excitement rising somewhere deep inside her. She felt herself getting moist. Her cheeks were burning. She began to breathe heavily. This young man, so many years younger than her... was working on her...
Bellatrix had always liked sex.
She wanted a child very much. Bellatrix was no longer the youngest, she felt that time was running out for her. Rodolphus moreover, also really wanted an offspring. One year, two, five... She wanted to get pregnant so badly, they tried so hard... For the last year, they even specifically waited every month for her fertile days saving their strength beforehand, so that right then, right then... To no avail. Month after month... She suggested Rodolphus see a healer, do tests, but he inexplicably stubbornly rejected her requests. He claimed that everything was fine with HIM. In turn, she herself ... She was embarrassed to go, to get examined... Against this background, there were more and more frequent exchanges. She usually lost, he was so confident... She was ceasing to feel like a woman, she felt like an empty vessel, an unnecessary bag that will never be filled...
She remembered her last conversation with her husband. It was on a Tuesday. He came back from a raid on Mudbloods houses. They stopped taking her, slowly losing control over her, and the next spells of control would make her as dangerous for both opponents and allies, she made dinner, just like today. Since Sunday they had taken a break from playing games, they wanted to gather strength for the next attempt, for TODAY and TODAY... Just now she was in her most fertile period. Just now they should make an attempt...
After dinner, Rodolphus announced to her that he was leaving, that he didn't want to try anymore. He was so nasty... He said... He said he wanted to have a son, he wanted to have children... and he will have one. Fucking bastard... Moments later, was an Auror raid.
"She will at least give me children," - he said, aout some inferior pure-blood
He was so cold, so indifferent... She cried, asked... He treated her like an unnecessary, useless piece of furniture... That night he fucked her twice, bye-bye... She lay completely indifferent, helpless, feeling nothing. He went in and out of her. He went in and out. He crushed her with his weight, and she, like an inert doll, accepted his thrusts. Finally... finally, he lowered himself into her. Once, then a second time... He flooded her useless, infertile uterus with semen... It was all the same to her. She wanted to scream, to curse him, to throw away her despair, her ruined love. She couldn't...
Two days later he was detained at Hogwarts...
Fresh memories flooded her with a wave of despair. She couldn't hold back her tears. Her life had become a void, useless to anyone...
"Bella! Bella, what happened!" Harry noticed the sudden change in her face, the tears that flowed down her cheeks.
"No... It's nothing... I'm sorry... I'll get over it soon..." the woman wiped her face with her hands.
Harry looked at her carefully. In the light of the flickering candles she looked beautiful. And at the same time so pathetic... He felt a wave of compassion rising inside him from the inside, tugging at him, leaking out... He didn't want her to cry. He had to do something, he had to react somehow...
He leaned over and across the table stroked her hand. Her skin was so silky smooth.
"Please... Don't cry..." the words flowed out of his mouth on their own, he couldn't stop them "Please, Bella... This jerk... You are so beautiful, so good... I don't know how he could do this to you... I would never do that..."
The woman, feeling the touch of Harry's hand, twitched. She felt as if an electric current had pierced her. And his words hit her like a stone. She looked at the young man. He was looking at her so seriously, with such warmth in his eyes.
Rodolphus is probably in Azkaban right now. He certainly isn't thinking about her right now. And here she is, with this young man. So handsome, sensitive. So what if he's eithteen years younger? It doesn't really matter...
She felt that her cunt was quite moist. She felt the excitement rising in her, growing. His touch was so pleasant. He was stroking her so gently.
"To hell with it all, let it happen what it wants. I don't give a damn about you, Rodolphus!" she thought.
She stopped crying. With her hand she grasped his outstretched palm. She looked the young man in the eyes.
"Harry, I have a question. Just tell me honestly," she said in a confident voice.
Harrys gaze, surprised by the sudden change on her face, was one big question mark.
"Have you been with any woman so far? You know, so close..."
"Yhmmm..." Harry's face momentarily took on the color of a ripe beet, giving a fully comprehensive answer.
"Never, right? You never made love?"
Embarrassed, Harry violently pulled his hand away and sat in the position of a good boy, with his knees clenched, his hands on his thighs and his head lowered. It even looked comical in a full-grown man in his seventeen.
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