Harry's Marvelous Medicine
Part 1:
Though Harry had been mistreated at the hands of the Dursleys, undernourished and neglected, he had never been as ill as he now was.
Lying in his new room, in his new home, with his new family, Harry could not stop shivering. The fever had yet to break, and he was hot to the touch. Sweat clung to much of his body, leaving his sheets damp.
Luckily for Harry, Andromeda had been able to take the week off work and was busy tending to him. Though she was a nurse by training, the methods of treatment that she was giving her nephew would be considered 'peculiar' by many in the profession.
"Oh, baby," she cooed as she entered the room again. It pained her to see her sweet Harry so unwell, particularly when the whole thing had been so avoidable.
Someone organising the Tri-Wizard tournament had failed to properly check the dragons for Dragonpox. Normally, this would not necessarily have caused a problem, but dragon eggs are highly contagious if the mother has said illness, and so when Harry completed the first task and retrieved the golden egg, he came into close contact with the real eggs and thus managed to develop a case of Dragonpox. Cedric Diggory and Viktor Krum also came down ill. Fleur being Fleur somehow managed to avoid it. The whole thing had made Andromeda very irate, as Ludo Bagman, Barty Crouch and Albus Dumbeldore could attest to. Cornelius Fudge was avoiding her at every turn and so she had yelled at the dumpy Dolores Umbridge instead.
"Feeling any better?" she asked sweetly as she sat on the edge of his bed and gently stroked his forehead.
"No," he said weakly.
"The potion is almost ready," she smiled back. "But I've got to take your temperature again," she told him.
"Ok," Harry blushed. He knew that she did not really need to take his temperature, but he enjoyed the process too much, and was grateful to have something more pleasurable as a distraction.
Andromeda peeled back Harry's duvet to reveal his adorable naked form beneath. Whipping out her wand, she quickly cleansed his body, to the relief of the boy who sighed contentedly in response. His aunt's magic always felt so warm and comforting to him.
Knowing what was coming next; Harry lifted up his legs and spread them revealing his cute hole to his aunt, who had produced a thermometer from within her robes. "I think it's gotten bigger," Harry stated, eyeing up the device.
"Don't be silly," Andromeda shushed him, but she could not stop the smile from spreading across her face.
The first time that she had 'taken his temperature', he had questioned whether it really needed to go in his ass, she had asked him if he would rather it anywhere else and he had simply blushed and mumbled 'no'. Every time since Andromeda had expanded the thermometer and then pretended that she had not, though of course they both knew that she had. It was a fun game. Particularly fun given that it was now even thicker than her own girthy length.
She gently slipped the thermometer into Harry's lubricated ass, to much moaning from her patient. "Relax now, baby," she soothed as more and more of the 'medical instrument' slipped inside of him. It would have taken a while for most people to take the entire length inside of them, but Harry was not 'most people', and his ass was certainly not ordinary. "All in already," Andromeda said smiling.
Harry was pre-emptively gripping the bed sheets, knowing full well what was coming next. Andromeda tapped the thermometer with her wand and Harry squealed as it began to vibrate in his ass. The first time she had done this, he had cum almost immediately from the surprise pleasure. He had a bit more control now though.
Andi gently stroked Harry's cute length as he mewled and moaned. "You like that? You like having your temperature taken?"
"Yes, auntie!" Harry cried.
"Only good boys like having their temperature taken."
"I'm a good boy!" Harry declared as Andromeda's hands playing with his hard cocklet and cute balls, added to the blissful vibrations from his ass and sent him into orgasm. "Ugggghhhhh!" Harry cried.
Having an orgasm whilst ill was an odd sensation. The general stuffiness that Harry felt from his blocked nose and murky head, suddenly lifted as the pleasure took over his delicate body. As if sunlight had suddenly broken through an overcast day, Harry did not feel ill during or in the immediate aftermath of his orgasm. Instead, he felt more than fine.
Meanwhile, Andromeda simply enjoyed the sight of Harry's adorable shaft spurting out the contents of his balls, all over his chest. "You've made such a mess," Andromeda faux chastised him.
Harry blushed as he began to scoop up his cum with his fingers. "It's alright as long as you clean yourself up, young man," she wagged her finger at him. He tried and failed to look innocent.
Andromeda reached over and carefully removed the 'medical instrument' from its place in Harry's hole. "Oh look at that," she grinned evilly as she pretended to read the thermometer. "It hasn't worked properly. We'll have to try another hole."
"Maybe it didn't work because someone used it as a sex toy," Harry retorted.
"Are you arguing with a medical professional?" Andromeda stuck her nose in the air, as if she was offended.
"Of course not, ," Harry smirked.
"Clearly you are feeling better today," Andromeda commented. "But open wide," she instructed.
Harry opened his mouth and Andromeda duly lowered the thermometer into his mouth. "Good boy," she said as she moved it gently up and down, Harry sucking his own ass off of it. Harry moaned as he tasted himself on the tube; it was deliciously naughty. "In all seriousness, you have improved today," Andromeda said, removing the cleansed thermometer. "The potion should be ready tonight, baby," she told him, as she moved the duvet back over his body, tucking him in. "Nurse Dora should be here soon," she said softly, leaning over and kissing him lovingly on the forehead.
"Thank you, aunt Andi," Harry said genuinely.
"Anything for my boy."
A couple of hours after Harry's temperature check, Nymphadora Tonks emerged from the floo of her mother's residence, bedecked in what can only be described as a 'slutty nurse's outfit'. Tonks had decided it was apt to expand her breasts quite a bit, until they were spilling from the uniform.
"Red and white really suits you with that pink hair," her mother snorted as she saw the ridiculous outfit her daughter was wearing.
"Don't pretend you don't want to get ill just to have me look after you like this," Tonks cockily asserted, giving her mother a spin for good measure.
"Hmmm," Andromeda replied simply. But her eyes gave her away; she was in fact picturing every nasty little thing she wanted to do to her daughter in that costume. "I've almost finished with your charge's soup," Andromeda gestured for Tonks to follow her into the kitchen. "It's just there," she pointed to a bowl, sitting on the kitchen table.
"What needs to be added?" Tonks asked as she went to retrieve it.
"A little special sauce," Andromeda whispered in her daughter's ear as she trapped her body between her own and the table.
"And where's this sauce?" Tonks asked shakily, her mother's appendage pressing into her ass.
"You know exactly where," Andi insisted, reaching around and under Tonks' laughably short skirt. "No underwear, just fishnets huh," Andromeda teased her daughter. "Classy."
"I was trying to be a tease and it clearly worked," Tonks replied. "You really couldn't resist."
"I can never resist my slutty daughter," Andromeda said as she nuzzled her daughter's neck from behind and pulled out Tonks' hard shaft.
She had left it a moderate six inches; easy to handle. And Andromeda took full advantage, gently milking her daughter, making sure to keep it aimed at Harry's bowl of soup. "You like mummy milking your little cock?"
"Yes, mummy, please," Tonks begged, her mother's soft hands felt so good.
"You like the idea of your little brother eagerly drinking up all your thick cum?" Andromeda teased.
"Yes, mummy!" Tonks liked that idea very much.
"You like the idea of helping your little brother get better with your sticky seed?"
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Then cum for me," Andromeda said her final command quietly, whispering it into her daughter's ear, before biting down sharply on her exposed neck.
That was the final button pushed for 'Nurse' Tonks, whose cock erupted, spraying her seed exactly where it was aimed – Harry's soup.
"Much better," Andromeda said as she released Tonks' spent cock. She moved around her daughter and mixed in the thick cum, with the spoon, before tasting a bit herself. "Perfect."
Tonks went as red as some of her uniform.
"I'll need you back here to retrieve the special extra ingredients from our guests later," Andromeda told her daughter.
"Of course, mum," she replied, taking the bowl of soup up to Harry. "I am your nurse after all."
"How you feeling, little bro?" Tonks asked as she entered Harry's room with his soup.
"Mmmm," Harry murmured as roused himself from his slumber. Once he had properly come to and noticed what Tonks was wearing he sat right up. "Much better," he finally answered, his eyes never leaving his cousin's ample cleavage.
"My eyes are up here," she teased, as she planted herself next to him on his bed.
"I know," Harry said cheekily, still staring at Tonks's breasts.
"Are you able to feed yourself, or do you need me to do it?" Tonks asked with a smile, already knowing the answer.
"Oh, I'm so ill Nurse Dora, could you do it?" Harry fluttered his eyelashes pleadingly at his carer.
"You're lucky you're cute," she said, acting as if she was only doing it begrudgingly, but they both knew she wanted to.
So, Dora sat there, on the edge of Harry's bed, slowly feeding him spoonfuls of soup. After the second spoonful Harry giggled, "It definitely tastes like you," he told her.
"How did you...?"
"Magic," Harry shrugged.
"Slut," Dora breathed under her breath as she continued to feed him his special soup.
"I like it better with essence of Tonks," Harry giggled.
"I shall give your compliments to the chef," she replied. "And once you're better you'll be drinking it straight from the source for a whole week," she stated firmly.
"Fresh is always best," he laughed.
"You're much better today," Tonks said, a huge smile breaking out across her face. She had hated seeing him so ill over the last few days. But he was regaining some vigour and life, and that made Tonks happier than any orgasm. "Only a few more spoonfuls," Tonks said, offering another one to Harry.
Once Harry had finished his soup, Tonks sat by him, gently stroking his hair as he settled back into a sweet slumber.
She got up with the now empty bowl and went to leave the room, after kissing him on the forehead. She glanced back at his peaceful form one last time, realising how lucky she was to have found such a perfect brother.
"Thank you all for coming here today," Andromeda said to the four women seated on the sofa before her.
"Of course," Madam Pomfrey replied.
"Is Harry ok?" Hermione asked, concern clear in her voice.
"He is getting better, Hermione, don't worry. You can see him after he's had his potion," Andromeda reassured her.
"There's been an inquest at the Ministry," Amelia Bones stated. "Making the boy-who-lived ill is a sure way to get fired. Of course everyone is blaming everyone else, and apparently it's no-one's fault," she huffed. "Let me lead the investigation and I'd find the culprit in a day."
"There's some consternation at Hogwarts too," Minerva McGonagall said. "Amos Diggory spent an hour yelling at Albus the other day. But the tournament has to go on, there is no other way..."
"We can discuss the politics of the situation after," Andromeda said. "But the potion is a more pressing concern."
"Of course," McGonagall agreed.
"What exactly is the special ingredient you need from us?" Amelia asked.
"I think you know exactly what," Andromeda said pointedly. "I have an assistant here to help me... harvest the samples," she smirked.
That was Tonks' cue to enter with a dramatic flourish, still bedecked in her nurse's uniform. "My, my," Pomfrey muttered as all eyes raked over Tonks' busty body.
"She can certainly collect my sample," Amelia said wryly.
"Is that not harassment in the workplace?" Tonks said impishly.
"Outside of work I'm your mum's friend, not your boss. Plus, that would imply you didn't want your throat fucked, which is of course, a lie," Amelia said, almost threateningly.
"I'll do it for a raise," Tonks teased.
"You'll do it for free, and you'll do it now," Amelia asserted.
Amelia flexing her dominance and power, always got Tonks very flustered and thus she dutifully dropped to her knees before her boss, and lifted up her skirt.
Andromeda, realising that they had now begun, also dropped to her knees, but she did so before Madam Pomfrey, her fellow nurse.
The wet sounds of fellatio soon filled the air, as Tonks did her best to battle Amelia's fierce beast. Even with her metamorph skills, it was still a challenge. Not only was Amelia lengthy, but also very girthy. It was a cock worthy of her status as a powerful witch. "With this performance you certainly won't be getting a raise," she tutted at her subordinate.
"I always find that it's best to grab her hair," McGonagall commented. "Certainly helped with discipline when she was at school."
McGonagall was sitting at one end of the sofa, next to Amelia, slowly jerking her own large shaft as she watched her former student gag and splutter over her friend's cock.
"Yes, you were correct, Minerva," Amelia said to Minerva, having knocked Tonks' silly nurse's hat off of her head, grabbed her spiky purple hair and forced the girl's throat to take her shaft. "She just needs a firm hand."
On the other side of the sofa, Pomfrey was simply sitting back and allowing Andromeda to expertly work her shaft. This was partly because Hermione, who was in the opposite position to Minerva, was, instead of pursuing her own pleasure, eagerly sucking on one of Pomfrey's large breasts. She had popped it out of the matron's blouse and had set to work.
Poppy gently stroked the girl's head as she nibbled on her nipple. "Good girl," she said softly. The joint sensation of having her dick and tits sucked was already beginning to have an effect on her. Pomfrey had always been something of a quick shot, a fact that she was often teased about. Perhaps, it was her nature as a caregiver to be more concerned with the pleasure of others than her own, or perhaps it was simply genetics. Regardless, having the experience of Andromeda Tonks working her cock, and the supple innocence of Hermione Granger tonguing her nipple was already causing her orgasm to build.
"You have to give me a warning, Poppy," Andromeda reminded the school nurse.
"Of course, Andi," she groaned, struggling to concentrate on anything but the exquisite pleasure she was feeling. "I don't think it's going to be very long," she warned, as Andromeda gently sucked on her hanging balls.
"I'm surprised you've lasted this long Poppy," Amelia snorted.
"Shush! Just because we don't all have the stamina of a bloody gazelle!" she snapped back.
"You'll have to stand when you're about to cum," Andromeda said, having summoned a vial over.
"Of course," Poppy said through gritted teeth, as she tried to hold on for longer, so she could further enjoy the divine pleasure she was feeling. But in the end it was a pointless endeavour; the joint oral labour of Hermione and Andromeda proved to be too much. "Fuck! I'm about to..." she announced, prompting Andromeda to back off slightly, allowing Poppy to stand upright.
Andromeda brought the empty glass vial up to Poppy's cock, and continued to jerk the shaft. Concurrently, Hermione had decided to aid Andromeda by settling on the sofa behind Poppy and burying her face in the older woman's asscheeks. "Shit!" she screeched as Hermione's tongue flicked over her rosebud. "I'm fucking...! Pomfrey never finished her sentence, for a powerful orgasm soon swept over her, and washed away all vestiges of coherent thought.
Unconsciously licking her lips, Andromeda watched as the vial in her hand was quickly filled up with the thick, gooey liquid. A part of her wanted to drink the contents herself, but of course she resisted. She simply imagined instead.
Though she did not have to imagine for long, for once Poppy had finished cumming and Andromeda had put a stopped in the vial and placed it back in the tube holder, she grasped Poppy's softening cock and lapped at the tip, rejoicing in the taste of the remnants of the school nurse's cum. "This'll do nicely," she commented, gazing up at a slightly frazzled Madam Pomfrey. "I'm sure I can entrust you to take care of your young charge," Andromeda said.
Hearing there was someone to assist; Poppy snapped out of her post-orgasm haze and turned around to face Hermione. "Ok, you cheeky thing, get your bottom half off, and let me see what I'm working with.
Hermione scurried to obey, ridding her bottom half of clothing, until she was naked below the waist, save her knee-high socks. Everyone liked a girl in knee-high socks.
Her cock already stood hard and proud, a mess of brown hair at its base. "Very nice, Miss Granger," Poppy said as she took it in hand, unable to help but perform a health check. Satisfied with Hermione's wellbeing, she switched from inspecting it, to competently sucking it, much to Hermione's own satisfaction.
Along the sofa, Andromeda had settled next to her daughter, in front of McGonagall, whose very lengthy and firm shaft she had a lot of experience with going back to her later school years. "This takes me back," McGonagall smirked as Andromeda reacquainted herself with one of her favourite cocks.
"It's so hot seeing mother and daughter next to each other," Amelia noted, as Dora continued to fuck her face on her boss' shaft. Said shaft was now completely coated in saliva, as was Tonks' face. Tears had left tracks along her cheeks, thick globules of spit dripped from her chin and yet it was one of the most satisfying blowjobs she had ever given. Not only due to the size of Amelia's cock, after all she had worked this cock before, but because of the way that Amelia so casually dominated and used her. That was new. Usually the very busy woman was stern but efficient. But now, having decided to use the whole evening, she could afford to indulge more in her domineering predilections. And Tonks absolutely loved it. Growing up under the firm hand of her mother, and McGonagall when at school, had led to Tonks being submissive to older women, and Amelia was certainly no exception. "Particularly when they gag in tandem," Amelia giggled, as Andromeda battled to cram her former Transfiguration Professor's cock down her throat, as Nymphadora simultaneously did the same, but with more success.
The three women on their knees performed their duties with diligence, competence and of course, some willingness, whilst all utilising different techniques. Nymphadora, with her youthful vigour and metamorphic skills, repeatedly slammed her head up and down on Amelia's shaft, taking brief breaks for air, before continuing. It was exhausting, but somehow fulfilling for both parties. Poppy meanwhile, true to her matronly nature, gently worked over Hermione, suckling her tip, mostly using her tongue to make Hermione whimper continuously at the tender blowjob. And Andromeda mixed her hands and mouth to great effect, taking half of Minerva into her mouth, as she used both her hands to milk the rest of the woman's shaft.
Hermione was the first domino to fall, despite having started later. She came into her vial with a series of loud, pleasured whimpers, before falling back to the sofa satisfied. Amelia was next, finally succumbing to the metamorphic constrictions of Dora's throat with aggressive growls and grunts as her contribution to Harry's medicine blasted out of her. And Minerva was last, cumming with a satisfied sigh, age having in no way affected her vitality, as she produced the largest and thickest load of tasty seed.
Then of course it was Andromeda's turn. The other five women collaborated seamlessly to bring their host off. Dora took her mum's ass, burying her tongue as deep inside as it would go. Minerva remained standing, kissing her former student as she played with the woman's impressive bust. Amelia took point on Andy's cock, skilfully slobbering all over it as Poppy and Hermione took a juicy ball each. Unsurprisingly, she lasted only a couple of minutes, before she filled up the last vial with her virulent seed.
"Are you sure you don't need mine as well?" Tonks whined for about the fifth time that day.
"He had yours earlier to give his body a bit of a boost before the main thing. But if you're that horny I'm sure Hermione will oblige you," Andromeda replied. It took about ten seconds for Hermione to find herself on her knees with Tonks' cock in her mouth. "Now we just have to add these samples to the main potion and then give it to Harry," Andromeda said.
"I wonder if he'll notice," Amelia said.
"Oh he will," Andromeda smiled almost proudly. "He'll even be able to tell who it is..."
"Here's your medicine," Nymphadora said to Harry as she entered his room, glass full to the brim with the remedial concoction.
"Yay," Harry sat up straight as Tonks, back in full nurse's uniform sat on the side of the bed and handed him the glass.
"You don't need to drink it all up in one," she told him, as he went to do just that. Heeding Tonks' advice he gulped down two mouthfuls before pausing.
Giggling he turned to his adoptive sister. "What are all the ingredients in here?" he asked with a wide grin on his face. A grin that implied he knew exactly what was in there.
"Mum didn't tell me," Tonks replied flatly.
"Well I taste..." Harry paused dramatically and took another sip. "Definitely Hermione," he licked his lips again. "Definitely Madams Bones and Pomfrey too..." he took another sip. "And the distinctive saltiness of Professor McGonagall..."
"Is that all?"
"There's one more," he said, raising his finger. "Mummy," he said finally.
"You really are the sluttiest little thing," Tonks commented, shaking her head in disbelief. "Also that was really hot," she added, before turning and shouting. "He got it all right!"
Upon Tonks' triumphant announcement, all of the generous donors piled in through the door.
"Oh, Harry I've been so worried about you..." Hermione began on a blistering recounting of her fears over his illness.
"I'm fine, Mione," he reassured her.
"Why's it always you?" she sighed. Harry simply shrugged.
"That is a question I myself have asked many a time," McGonagall said.
"You've spent more time in my infirmary than out of it!" Pomfrey added.
"I hope this habit of getting into trouble does not continue into adulthood," Amelia warned.
"Of course not, Madam Bones," Harry smiled sweetly. "The only time you'll see me will be when I'm under your desk," he flirted.
"Promises, promises," Amelia growled with desire.
"You're definitely better," Andromeda laughed. "Now finish up that potion, and you'll be able to get out of bed tomorrow." Harry positively beamed at that news. "But no sex until at least the day after, and only after I say so," she said sternly.
Harry pouted. "Not even blowjobs?"
"No," Andromeda refused to relent. "But when I say you can have a whole day playing with mine," she said, her face softening once again.
Harry gulped down his potion as if it was orange juice.
And within two days Harry was back on his knees, servicing his adoptive mother with abandon. And all was once again right with the world.
I'm finally back, though not with the main Hogwarts' Coven story. This sordid little number was inspired by a conversation with the wonderful Prime_Blue (on AO3), when I myself was ill, some months ago now. It is partly an ode to their own The True Wizard's Way, I have borrowed the relationships between Harry and these women from that story. In a sense it is a filthy fan-fiction of a filthy fan-fiction!
Parts 2 and 3 will follow in the coming weeks. I hope y'all enjoyed!
Have a good weekend ;)