Expect these gender-bent Draco, Snape, Ron, Percy, Fred, George, and Hogwarts to start at age 13 instead of 11.
This was inspired by FestiveBoi's The Effects of a Botched Ritual, which I highly suggest you read.
Also, Molly and even Umbridge will be hotter, a little younger, Dumbledore is retired, and McGonagall is Headmistress. Enjoy!
Part I: Days in the Life
One: A Snippet in the New Life
About seven or so years ago, something awful happened that changed the lives of three families. Well, five families, if you count, those were not involved. There was a mass attack that took the life of eight men. Those men were James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Arthur Weasley, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Tom Riddle, or Voldemort as he fashioned himself, were all killed. Four wives have left widows (though if you asked Bellatrix and Narcissa, they glad to be rid of them), and eight children lost a father.
Sirius, Remus, and Arthur had been called forth to protect Potter Cottage against the attack. Voldemort had brought Peter, Rodolphus, and Lucius as reinforcements. After everyone else had fallen, there stood James, defiant to Voldemort. When James refused to move, he placed powerful protection on his wife and child. Voldemort stunned Lily, but when he tried to kill Harry, he was destroyed.
However, something else transpired that night; a ritual long thought a myth. The ritual, while complicated, would allow Harry to be protected and loved. The ritual was performed under James' nose, thanks in part to the books of the Potter library. The ritual would have Harry release pheromones to create feelings of love, admiration, and protectiveness to those around him. Although there was a catch, the pheromones would only affect the women around Harry, not the men around the boy.
Lily knew this was a risk, but she didn't care. If it meant her son was protected, so be it.
Potter Cottage was mainly destroyed, with Lily and baby Harry staying at a small flat in London. It was a week after James was buried when a letter with the Malfoy seal on it. When Lily opened it, she was shocked. Narcissa Malfoy, now returning to her maiden name, Black, had offered her, Harry, along with Arthur's wife and children, to stay and house at Malfoy Manor and her daughter, Lyra.
This could be a trap, she thought at first. She had been close to Narcissa when they were at school but drifted apart when they married men on different sides. She knew it was a risk, but she was used to taking risks at this point. With Harry in her arms, she flooded to Malfoy Manor.
After much arguing and debates, the remaining Potters and Weasleys moved into Malfoy Manor, later rebranded as Black Manor. A month later, Narcissa's sister, Bellatrix, had joined them. Of course, Molly and Lily were suspicious of her, but Narcissa instead had been forced due to her marriage. After it came out that Bellatrix gave valuable information to the Order, including the identity of Pettigrew as a spy, she was acquitted of any wrongdoing.
It was, after all, a rather large manor and could house almost a whole house at Hogwarts, which proved crucial since Molly and Arthur had several children. The two oldest sons, Bill and Charlie, had offered for their families to move in, but which Molly declined. Molly also had five young daughters, Priscilla, Freida, Georgina, Ronnie, and Ginny, as Bill and Charlie inherited the Burrow, which according to Molly, now looked more like a cottage. However, she admitted this as a welcome change, as the home reminded her too much of Arthur.
While Moly had considered it, she found it soon tricky even to consider moving out of the Manor now, since the moment all the children had moved in, something clicked within each woman. A strange motherly urge to protect each child and ensure their safety. Molly and Lily had begun cooking for all the children, Narcissa made sure the children all had proper clothes, and even Bellatrix had started playing with the older girls, regaling stories of her pranks on Gryffindors.
However, this all paled in comparison to the attention they gave Harry. Lily could remember the euphoria and unimagined bliss she felt when she breastfed Harry, sometimes even removing her entire shirt as he fed. During one of these sessions, Narcissa, Molly, and Bellatrix had been present, with each woman fondly staring at the babe. Then again, each woman of the man had had their moment of admiration with Harry. Molly when she read Harry a bedtime story, Narcissa when she bathed him, and Bellatrix when Harry fell asleep on her chest.
Even the younger girls were taken by the Boy Who Lived. Priscilla, Freida, and Georgina could not go a day without holding Harry, and Ginny, Ronnie, and Lyra couldn't sleep unless Harry were in the same room as them.
It seemed out of this tragedy had come to some semblance of happiness and no, not shown, honest, genuine pleasure. All thanks to their little wonder, Harry.
Two: Peaceful
When Harry's eyes opened, she felt something soft. He always woke to something soft; either the bed or his mother or one of his aunts cuddled him. Although he didn't have his glasses, he could tell it was his mother's soft bare arm on his face.
"Morning, dear," Lily said with a smile.
"Morning, my lovely," purred Bellatrix.
If Harry's vision weren't blurred, he would have seen that he was cuddled between his mother and his Aunt Bellatrix, both looking entirely at ease and in contempt joy with him. Once they realized he was awake, they squeezed their bodies together, burying themselves into Harry. The young boy soon found himself crushed between two beautiful witches. Yet, he didn't care; he felt like he was on another plane of existence.
They stayed in this state for a few moments; even when they woke, they didn't move. Bellatrix began playing with Harry's hair while Lily stared dreamily at him. All this was interrupted when three girls around the same age as Harry came running in, jumping right onto the bed. Lily was curious how long Lyra, Ronnie, and Ginny had been waiting outside the door. Not that she cared, she thought it was pretty cute, and it seemed Bella agreed.
"More of my lovelies," Bellatrix chirped, making room for the younger girls.
All three of them immediately went for Harry, cuddling up to him.
"Happy Birthday, Harry," said Ginny.
"Are you excited?" asked Lyra.
"Of course," answered Harry earnestly.
It was true. Today was Harry's eighth birthday, and for the past week, everyone in the Manor had been planning some aspect of how to celebrate. Lily knew Molly would be cooking a large breakfast, and Lily was sure Narcissa would have Dobby wipe up the most delicate cake.
"I heard mum was making a huge breakfast for you," said Ronnie with a sly smile.
Speak of the devil. Soon, the children were running out of the room. Bellatrix slowly got up and cheerfully followed. Lily stopped for a second and took notice of what she was wearing. Bellatrix wore a silk nightgown, not too revealing but still seductive. She followed Bella and would protest her outfit until she saw Molly and Narcissa, who were both in the kitchen.
Both wore nightgowns. Narcissa was always beautifully elegant, with silvery hair and strong cheekbones. She wore a gold and silk nightie that, like Bellatrix, was not too exposed but did give a good look at her legs. Thanks to a good diet and some potions courtesy of Narcissa, Molly had regained a lot of her original beauty. Her hair was shiny and wild, with a lovely rosy face and a voluptuous body. Her nightgown was silk too, but white and did a tremendous job showing off her massive breasts.
Priscilla, Freida, and Georgie were at the table too, and even Priscilla had begun changing their nightwear. The usually proper and even pompous girl now wore tops and shorts to bed, both of which showed off her curves and body.
Then Lily looked down and realized what a hypocrite she was. She, too, was wearing a gown that gave a good view of her body and her cleavage. Why did I wear this, she thought? But she pushed that thought away the moment she saw herself and felt pride at her appearance.
"Harry, dear," said Molly as she ran over to him.
Soon, Harry was engulfed in a hug with Molly. Lily and Bellatrix both giggled when Harry blushed, having been gathered right into Molly's bosom. His blush grew redder when Narcissa joined Molly, smothering Harry together. Lily had to hide her smile behind her hand.
"My little birthday boy," cooed Narcissa.
Yet it wasn't over yet, as once Molly and Narcissa let him go, Priscilla, Freida, and Georgie gave the lad a massive group hug, with Harry being engulfed by three teens.
"Why, look at this, G," said Freida.
"What is it, Fre?" asked Georgie.
"I think our birthday boy is blushing."
"Trapped between three gorgeous redheads, no doubt.
"The poor dear."
"Enough, you two, your both spoiling his day," reassured Priscilla. "Come, I've saved you a seat right at the head of the table."
"And I've made you a plate," said Molly.
Priscilla ushered him to the seat while Molly gave him a plate. Once again, Lily giggled when Molly bent over to hand Harry his plate; she gave him a good view of her cleavage. Lyra, Ronnie, and Ginny all eagerly took seats next to or close to Harry, and soon as quickly, the table was filled.
"So, how do you want to spend the day. How about a game of Quidditch?" suggested Ronnie.
"I agree. Mother says it would be a crime I don't make the Quidditch team," boasted Lyra proudly.
Lyra's mother sighed slightly. It was moments like this when she was glad Lucius was dead. When she was married, Narcissa's recurring nightmare was her daughter turning into a mini-Lucius, some spoiled little brat. While Lyra did have moments here and there, her time with the Potters and Weasleys had given her a sense of fairness and kindness, though she still had some over self-confidence. Narcissa couldn't blame her; she knew her daughter would become beautiful one day. She had silvery blonde hair and a pale yet pretty face, one of the few traits from Lucius she was glad Lyra inherited.
When she turned to the other young people at the table, she felt the same. Both Ginny and Ronnie were cute and pretty, with Ginny being shorter but with a lovely face and Ronnie being taller with Molly's rosy face. The twins had short pixie hair and heart-shaped faces, with mischievous grins and their bodies were tall and muscular. Priscilla had already become a great beauty. Despite the seeming pompousness and uptight nature, she was a beauty with her neat hair and glasses. Narcissa found it odd that she covered herself in professional robes whenever she was out and about, but in the Manor, she wore shorts and a sports bra, always insisting they were comfortable.
Narcissa was snapped back to reality when Ginny asked her mother. "Mum, when we're finished and ready for the day, can we fly the brooms?"
"Yes, please. Oh please, mum," insisted Ronnie.
"Could we?" asked Harry.
The adults knew once Harry asked, they couldn't say no.
"Alright, but you all have to finish eating," replied Lily.
"And Priscilla or one of use has to watch you," added Molly.
"And you can't go too high," added Narcissa.
It didn't matter. Soon, the children were all off, and in what seemed like minutes, the children were running outside to the broom shed.
The women got ready afterward. Showering and dressing. Lily wore a simple cardigan and skirt. Bellatrix wore tight pants and a leather jacket, having adopted the punk rocker look long ago. Narcissa wore emerald robes, with Molly dressing similarly, both robes showing off their cleavage.
"I used to think dressing like this made me a scarlet woman. Merlin, I was a prude," Molly admitted.
"As I recall, you and Arthur had a wild streak," said Bellatrix slyly.
"Oh yes," Molly replied proudly. "Before the children came along, I'd like skinny dip every night. Not that I don't miss him."
"Same," Lily spoke up. "Not a day goes by that I don't think of James."
"Is it wrong that I don't particularly miss Lucius?" asked Narcissa.
"He did give you a daughter," said Lily.
"Only good out of that marriage. It was a betrothal, set up by our parents. I felt like property with him," said Narcissa. "He was so angry when Lyra was born like he expected me to pop out an heir."
"Honestly, I'm happy Rodolphus is dead. Was always drunk, always angry, always asking for an heir," complained Bellatrix.
"I thought you said he was sterile," said Lily.
"He was, but he could never admit to it," replied Bellatrix. "However, I prefer present company any day."
Despite the tragedy they faced and the difficulty of raising children, the women of Black Manor enjoyed their current life. Money was never a concern. Narcissa had a large dowry, the combined inheritance of her parents, and the Malfoy estate. Similarly, Bellatrix and Lily inherited much, not just from the Lestrange and Potter branches but also from Sirius and Remus. Even Molly, though she kept it a secret, had inherited a small fortune from her brothers. This combined wealth made the four witches one of, if not the richest women in all of the Wizarding World.
They were not lazy in terms of work, though. Narcissa and Molly both made meaningful investments in foreign markets that proved profitable. Lily published a piece on potion-making that earned her a good deal of recognition. Bellatrix, in turn, was published too, in a thesis on understanding the dark arts. All of which only added to their wealth.
This integrated with their returned beauty had made them very desirable indeed. Wizards sent them followers, cards, and most surprisingly, marriage proposals regularly, as well as some unwanted pictures of a specific part of the male anatomy. One persistent bugger was a Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, who all four of them regarded as nuance. The four of them had even been offered to pose for Wicked Witches Magazine, which they respectfully declined, though each of them grew scarlet at the idea.
Right now, they were watching from the window as Harry dived and flew through the air, chasing the girls on his broom. He did bring a smile to their faces. Lily even swore she saw Bellatrix bite her lip.
"He is athletic, like his father," said Lily dreamily.
"You can see why Lyra, Ginny, and Ronnie fancy him," said Bellatrix.
"I think Freida and Georgie fancy him too," said Molly in a similar tone.
"I know, we aren't the only ones receiving marriage proposals; I can't tell you how many witches have sent offerings of marriage to their daughters," replied Lily.
"I can't blame them; sometimes, I like to imagine Lyra and Harry getting married," said Narcissa with a sly smile.
"Sometimes I like to imagine Ronnie or Ginny having children with Harry," said Molly.
"I know, wouldn't they look so cute," cooed Narcissa.
"I can't believe you are already planning my son's wedding," joked Lily.
"We're just imagining," said Narcissa.
The remainder of the day was enjoyable. Andromeda, Bellatrix and Narcissa's sister, came by to visit with her daughter, Nymphadora. Nymph, as she preferred to be called, was a constant visitor of the Manor. Like Freida, and Georgie, who liked to tease Harry on his crush on them, Nymph went in with full force, even at times using her metamorphmagus powers to make her breasts or rear bigger. Today was no exception. Nymph was wearing what was a bra and Daisy Duke shorts as she raced to see Harry.
Lily wondered why Andromeda allowed her daughter to wear this until she saw Andromeda herself, like Molly and Narcissa, was wearing robes that showed off her assets. Andromeda, like the women of the Manor, was a widow, having lost her husband to a Death Eater attack. Andromeda confessed that had it not been for them, she may have never moved past his death.
Near the end of the day, Molly had made a fantastic cake with six layers. Harry had received several presents, some from strangers, which Harry politely donated to the orphanage. By the end, Every child was tired and ready for bed. Narcissa and Bellatrix carried Lyra, Ronnie, and Ginny to their rooms, while the older girls and guests said goodnight to Harry.
"Sleep tight, dear," said Priscilla kissing Harry on the head.
"See you later, Hare Bear," said Freida.
"Hope your birthday was mischievous," said Georgie.
The two twins simultaneously kissed Harry on each cheek before skipping off.
"I hope you dream of me," said Nymph as she hugged Harry, Lily swearing she made her breasts bigger when she hugged him.
"See you later, my little one," said Andromeda kissing his cheek closer to the lips.
Harry watched as the women left, each one slower than the last. Now it was only him, Lily, Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Molly. Each woman was lost in their thoughts; this day of joy gave them an incredible feeling of euphoria.
"We should head to bed," said a tired Lily.
"Lily," asked Narcissa tentatively. "Could we all stay with Harry tonight?"
Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Molly gave hopeful smiles, and Lily decided to give in, exhausted from the day.
"I don't mind, mum," said Harry.
"Why not," she answered, and they all headed off to the master bedroom.
When they entered the bedroom, Harry already had his pajamas on. Immediately, Harry climbed into the bed and throw himself on the covers. As his grey eyes roamed the room, he saw all four older women disrobing, not even bothering to wear nightgowns. Long gone were the days when they wore regular undergarments; now, they wore only tight lingerie and struggled to contain their breasts. Harry was often enthralled by the patterns and designs of bras and how each fit the personality and beauty of the women perfectly.
Harry loved women; he felt safe with women. He loved every aspect of them, the way they acted, smelt, even walked. He saw this as each of the four adults swayed and moved their hips as they approached the bed. He even liked the traits each of them had. Whenever embarrassed, Molly's breasts grew red, which they were doing now. Bellatrix walked cat-like whenever she was exposed.
Soon, the four were in bed with him, smothering into their warmth.
"Sleep, my little prince," said Narcissa.
"Goodnight, dear," said Molly.
"See you, my lovely," said Bellatrix.
"Night dear, and happy birthday.
In no time, Harry was asleep, snuggled between the women. One in that room, however, was not sleeping. Lily lay with a jumble of thoughts running through her. She looked at Harry, her little angel, asleep and happy as he lay on Bellatrix and Molly.
I wonder how strong the pheromones are getting, she asked herself. She looked down at herself; she was practically naked. She was tempted to strip off her remaining clothes as she entered the bed. She sighed knowing what she had done to protect him, knowing what she contemned herself to for him. As Harry turned and reached an arm out, his arm fell onto her shoulder, giving her a shutter. Even his touch affected people. Lily grabbed his arm and smiled. At least you'll be safe, and she thought as she drifted to sleep.
Part Three: Onto Hogwarts (Five Years Later)
Harry awoke early as per usual. He always went for a run in the morning. While the house women didn't sleep in the same bed as him anymore, Harry still felt comforted by their presence. Harry stretched as he got out of bed.
He looked at himself in the mirror. Due to modesty, he'd never admit to it, but he was quite the specimen. The thirteen-year-old was lean but muscular, with wild black hair and gleaming emerald eyes.
Quickly, he got dressed and ventured outside. Already, a group of young women. Priscilla, Freida, and Georgie were in sports bras, while Lyra, Ginny, and Ronnie wore t-shirts, all wearing shorts.
"Morning, Harry," said Ginny, wide awaken.
"I wish you didn't pick such an early hour," complained Ronnie, still trying to wake up.
"Yes, I'm missing precious beauty sleep," whined Lyra.
"It's healthy to get up early. It makes you more productive," replied Priscilla, stretching.
"Yeah, ready for the day, I believe," said Freida.
"Sorry, guys. But let us get out here before Molly makes breakfast," Harry said honestly.
The prospect of food seemed to wake Ronnie up significantly. The run took up to an hour; the morning wind cooled down the summer heat. Still, by the end, everyone was sweaty and tired.
Harry was taking glances of all the girls, the sweat and breathing of their bodies only enticing their natural beauty. He watched as Priscilla's wet breasts rose and fell with every breath as sweat ran down Freida's back. Even the tired and tangled hair of Ginny and Ronnie drove him wild. The girls knew this, each giving knowing smiles at the thought of Harry mentally undressing them.
"Girls, I think we should all shower before breakfast," suggested Freida.
"Yes, get all sweaty clothes off," added Georgie.
Each girl relished the look Harry gave as images of their naked bodies being drenched in water covered his mind. After calming himself, Harry ventured into the kitchen to see Molly busy at the stove. At the sight of her, Harry wondered why he was taken so off guard by the girl's innuendo. Like always, Molly was cooking away in nothing but her bra, knickers, and an apron at the furnace.
"Morning, dear," said Molly, concerned about her cooking.
"Morning. Anyone else up?" asked Harry.
"Turn around, my lovely," said Bellatrix entering the kitchen. "You sleep okay."
"Just fine. When are we leaving for Diagon Alley?" asked Harry.
"As soon as everyone is ready," answered Lily joining them, giving a peck on the cheek. "You excited?"
"I've been to Diagon Alley before," said Harry.
"Not to buy school supplies," said Bellatrix.
"Which reminds me," said Molly handing Harry a plate. "Should we use glamour? We don't want to draw to much attention."
"It's up to Harry," replied Lily. "Besides, he's not the only one who draws attention."
"True," admitted Molly.
"Don't remind. If one more sweaty guy approaches me with a bad pick-up line or a declaration of love, I might just use an unforgivable," grunted Bellatrix.
"Let's just get it over with," replied Harry.
"Don't worry, you'll have us," reassured Lily.
An hour and a half later, after everyone was dressed and feed, they were prepared to travel. As they walked through Diagon Alley, the girls and women simultaneously formed a protective barrier around Harry while trying to seem inconspicuous. This, of course, failed, as several witches and wizards recognized the women.
Despite the attention, Harry did enjoy himself. He had ice cream for lunch, examined racing brooms, and enjoyed the company of the most influential people in his life. However, Harry noticed something with Ginny. The usually outgoing and adventurous redhead was quiet and reserved. While at Flourish and Blotts, she took Harry aside to private corner of the store.
"Is everything okay, Ginny?" asked Harry.
Ginny seemed unsure of herself, taking a moment to think of what to say next. She had two ponytails and was wearing a jean jacket, which Harry thought made her look like Anne of the Green Gable.
"It just," she finally said, "I'm not going to see you for a year."
"We have a month before me, Ronnie, and Lyra leave," said Harry.
"I know, but still, an entire year. I couldn't even go a day without you, let alone a year. So…I thought of something."
"Oh," said Harry confused.
"Something to remember me by," now Ginny was blushing scarlet. "Close your eyes," she asked.
"What?"
"Close your eyes," she said firmer.
Harry did so. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, something unique accrued. Ginny's lips met his, and Harry could feel new emotions and feelings bubbling up inside him, all brought on by this one kiss.
When Ginny pulled back, she looked worried. She and Harry were breathing heavily, and he was looking at her funny. She a second away from bursting into tears when Harry grabbed her, pulled her in, and their lips met once more, this time more passionately. Slowly, they drew back. Harry looked into Ginny's eyes; no longer was this the face of his friend's little sister, but rather the beginning of an equal. He stared at her like she was woman.
"Now, I can say I'm the first to kiss Harry Potter," she said breathily.
"Yes," Harry smiled.
Throughout the day, Ginny had an energy unmatched as she skipped and hummed carelessly. Occasionally she would give Ronnie, Lyra, and even the older women knowing and victorious smiles. This confused the younger teens, but Bellatrix and Narcissa looked surprised. Later on, Molly and Lily gave Ginny impressive and sly looks. Later on, Bellatrix took Ginny aside and asked her a question that made her blush and giggles.
Harry, on the other hand, now knew this was a great day. He had kissed a girl and now felt a new beast growl in his chest. He wanted to kiss Ginny more, hold her hand, carry her. He wanted more.
Later on that night. Harry lay in his bed, dreaming of himself as a knight saving a princess version of Ginny. Unbeknownst to him, something was brewing outside his door.
Lily, her heart beating and her hands clenched, walked up to his closed door. Staring at the entrance to his room, she took in a deep breath. She dropped, revealing her naked body to the moonlight. Her skin was pale, her breasts perky, and her hair down. There wasn't a thing in her natural form. She stared down at the doorknob before she heard a sound.
She covered herself with her hands as Bellatrix walked forward, wearing a petite robe. Lily looked ashamed and embarrassed until Bella removed her robe, revealing her unclothed form.
"Don't worry, I had the same idea," Bella said humorously. Lily laughed as she let down her guard. "You two came come out now."
Molly and Narcissa emerged from the corner, neither bothering to wear a robe and walking through the Manor starkers. Narcissa's thin waist swayed, and Molly's massive breasts giggled as they moved. There, in the night, stood four beautiful witches with no stitch on them, standing outside a bedroom.
"His strength, his scent, it's becoming stronger," said Lily.
"A crueler man would have taken advantage of it, but not him. He's noble," said Bellatrix dreamily.
"We'll have to fulfill his urges and our own, eventfully," Narcissa said, wanting so bad to head in.
"Yes, but maybe not now," Molly said trying to be fair but finding it difficult since she was bare. "I'm guessing we all had the same thought."
"Giving him a piece of us before he leaves," said Bellatrix.
"When he's older," said Lily, paining herself as she felt so warm.
"When he's older," said Molly, feeling the same pull to Harry. "Come, I'll make us some tea. No need to put anything back on."
Lily and Bellatrix grabbed their fallen robes but didn't even bother putting them back on. If their daughters or Harry walked into the kitchen, they'd be given an eyeful. Four witches were sitting at the table, drinking tea and chatting entirely and utterly naked.
HPHP
A month later, the group hustled and bustled into King Cross Station, trying to get early. Of course, the Weasley girls were late, with Freida and Georgie spending an hour in the bathroom, followed by Priscilla, then Lyra, then Ronnie, and finally Ginny, claiming she wanted to look good when Harry left.
While not a full couple, Harry was beginning to grow fond of the youngest Weasley. Whenever prying eyes were pulled back, Harry would take time to tease the young girl, which judging by the giggles and grins Ginny gave him, he knew meant she enjoyed it—playing with her hair and grabbing hold of her hand. The two hadn't kissed again, as Ginny said, in her own words, she didn't wish to dimmish the memory of their first kiss with an arbitrary one.
Right now, Ginny was wearing a white dress she only ever wore for special occasions. Harry thought it was cute, and it caused him to look to the other outfits of his new fellow students. Lyra was wearing a dress of dark emerald, while her mother wore a light green dress that made her appear professional and business-like but did take away from her beauty. Her hair was near and tied into a stylish bun.
"Remember, Lyra. You are a woman of the House of Black, and strangely, the House of Potter, you must compose yourself in a dignified and professional manner. Understood?" asked Narcissa.
Lyra shook her head.
"Good," Narcissa said. "It doesn't matter if you end up in Slytherin or even Gryffindor. Stay loyal to your friends."
"You don't need to remind me. I'm not going to let our houses stand in the way of this," Lyra replied determined.
On the other side, Molly was talking to her daughters, primarily Ronnie. Harry remembers his mother mentioning that she use to see Molly as a prude, were as Harry always saw her as the opposite. There was no discomfort or dishonor to Molly, rather a great openness to her. Sex and body positivity was never looked down upon to her; this was a woman who cooked in her knickers and told her children never to be ashamed of what supposed feelings of pride tell them, which uplifted her daughters. Frieda and Georgie walked around the manner in their undergarments on hot days, and rumor had it Priscilla was in a same-sex relationship with Mrs. Penelope Clearwater, which Priscilla admitted to being true during dinner. Molly was wearing a flowery dress skirt, a jean jacket, and a top that her breasts popped. The twins wore matching tank tops and skirts, while Priscilla and Ronnie wore dresses with flower patterns.
"Remember, this is not the Manor. I've taught you never to be ashamed or unopened, but at least try to apply some standards, which means we should try not to have a repeat of last," said Molly looking at the twins.
"So what if I sleep topless," said Freida.
"Or if I sleep in a thong. We sleep naked at the Manor," said Georgie.
"But you are not at the Manor anymore. I swore never to have anyone take my girls down, but I want you to all act accordingly. Especially since Professor McGonagall is headmistress now. Lord knows how strict she was," said Molly.
"We'll be careful," reassured Priscilla.
Just then, Ronnie hugged her mother, and then Ginny joined in, seeking comfort in the warm embrace.
"Miss ya, mum," Ronnie said.
"Miss you too," said Molly.
Now it was Harry's turn. His mother, wearing a simple spring blouse and dress, turned to him. Bellatrix was with her, in her usually punk rocker look.
"Sweetie, you remember to behave. Your father and his friends were troublemakers, and they made a few mistakes they can't take back. Listen to the teachers and don't start any fights," said Lily sternly.
"But if someone does start a fight, be sure to finish it," added Bellatrix. "I'm not saying blow up the school but remember to have at least some fun."
"Take care of Ronnie, and Lyra, no matter what house they're in. And one last thing," Lily throws Harry into her arms, hugging him fiercely. "Know how much I love you."
Suddenly, Bellatrix had joined them. "All of us," she said.
Then Molly, Narcissa, and Ginny joined in on this hug, embracing the boy who is meant so much to them. Ginny even reached out and took his hand, squeezing it tightly. In a moment that seemed to last forever, they all broke apart.
"Well, we should be off," said Lily.
One by one, they entered the barrier and onto the business of Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Already parents were rushing their children onto the train. Before joining the train, Harry and the others gave the adults and Ginny meaningful looks, but beforehand, Ginny grabbed his hand and pulled him in.
Planting a kiss on his cheek, she whispered in his ear. "Don't forget about me."
"Will do," replied Harry.
Strangely enough, Harry thought Lyra and the twins looked jealous as he entered the train. A new adventure is waiting on the horizon.
HPHP
An hour later, the four adults and Ginny were back at the now-empty Manor, already missing their younger ones, Ginny especially. Molly found her daughter outside, sulking as she played with a stick. Almost, she called her.
"Ginny," called Molly. "Would you care to accompany me for a bath?"
Solemnly, Ginny answered. "Fine." There was sorrow in her step as she wallowed inside.
The bath on the first floor was large enough to be a pool and offered water that relaxed anyone. Both Molly and Ginny soaked around, Ginny sitting with her chin on her knees as Molly washed.
Ginny looked at her mother. There was one thing to be said about Molly, which was that she was beautiful. Molly was taking cups of water in her hands as she purred them onto her soapy and exposed breasts, the envy of the house. Molly had a 34K bra, and with her curviness and gentle skin, she was irresistible. Any guest to the house took immediate notice of this, and Molly loved every moment of it.
Ginny was envious. She wished she was like her mother or Lily. She wished she was older and prettier for Harry. Absent-minded she was, she woke up when Molly decided to splash her.
"Hey," Ginny protested.
"Woke ya up," smiled Molly. "Come here."
Ginny swam towards her, and once in range, Molly scooped her up into her arms, squeezing her right into Molly's bosom. "He'll be back in no time, dear."
Despite the awkwardness of her position, Ginny calmed at her mother's comforting words. "I know, but what if he changes," whined Ginny.
"That boy, change. He's too modest for his good. You'd need a lot to change a boy like that," said Molly. "He's got a big heart, Gin. A heart big enough for everyone. Besides, you got something everyone else wishes they got from him."
Ginny did manage a smile this time and a wide one at that. She touched her lips at the memory of her first kiss, their first kiss. Her mother saw this and her cheeks grew red as a thought entered her mind.
"I never asked," began Molly, "how was it?"
Ginny's head shot up, and her face grew scarlet. "Like kissing a prince. I never felt like that before."
"Was he. And do you think after sharing such a passionate moment, he'd forget about you," said Molly as she began to stroke Ginny's wet hair. "But you, I want you to understand something, Gin. Harry is an exceptional case; you might even have to share him."
Molly expected her daughter to burst into tears, beg her for a different answer. However, the face she made seemed like mild understanding, like her mind was working on concepts stronger than her own. Proudly and determinedly, Ginny looked right at her mother.
"For him, I'd accept it," Ginny replied vehemently.
This was not the answer. She was looking right at the girl and smiled. With fierceness, Molly hugged her daughter, which again proved awkward since they were both exposed. After a long moment, Ginny drew back.
"Mum," Ginny began awkwardly. "I've seen the way you, Aunt Bella, Aunt Cissy, and even Aunt Lily look at him. I've seen the way you all act around him. Would you be one of the women I share him with?"
Molly was defiantly not expecting this conversation. For a moment, she was at a loss for words, her cheeks redder than ever. Ginny looked embarrassed about what she was about to say but pressed forward.
"I don't care if you do, if you are one of the women I share him with, As long as you and he are happy," said Ginny.
Then, it was Molly's turn to surprise Ginny. The matriarch grabbed Ginny and hugged her. After a long minute, they broke apart.
"I think I've had enough," said Molly standing up.
"I'll stay in a little longer," answered Ginny, splashing water onto her face.
Molly walked right out with a smile. She was not even bothering to put on a towel. She walked through the Manor starkers, half wet, in a happy state using a drying spell. It was in this state that Bellatrix found her, surprised by the women's nudity.
"Nothing to wear," joked Bellatrix.
"Just in a good mood," replied Molly, shaking her rear to her room.
Bellatrix, feeling particularly humorous, spanked her, causing Molly's smile to widen.
HPHP
At Hogwarts, Harry had had an exciting day as he lay in his four-poster bed. He'd met two new friends, Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger. Neville was nervous and shy but seem to calm down when Harry met him. Hermione, on the other hand, was quite talkative and outgoing. However, she seemed especially chatty around Harry, almost like she wanted to impress him with her knowledge. This seemed to annoy Ronnie slightly.
Lyra had made two new friends as well. Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass. Lyra had introduced Harry to them on the train, and the two girls, like Hermione, instantly liked him. Daphne stared at him in awe, probably thinking he was the unique hero the stories told of his heroism. Pansy looked at him predatory like he was fair game. Both girls hoped he would be sorted into Slytherin, and they and Lyra were disappointed when the Sorting Hat declared him in Gryffindor, along with Hermione, Neville, and Ronnie.
During the feast, many of the teachers were staring at Harry. Headmistress McGonagall gave him nods of approval. Hagrid, who Harry had met many times, smiled and cheered. One was especially interesting. Professor Severa Snape.
Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin, had long, raven black hair, and despite the hooked nose, was very pretty, though the long robes did nothing for her body. She looked right at Harry, longingly, like he was some old lover returning to her. He might have even saw the slightest of blushing on her pale cheeks.
Later on that evening, in the Common Room, Harry found himself sandwiched between not two but six women on the couch. Between Lavender Brown, Parvarti Patil, and Freida on one side and Georgie, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell. All four of the new faces were hammering on and on about what he would love about Hogwarts, asking questions about himself, while Freida and Georgie took amusement in his discomfort.
Now, he was in his dorm, looking forward to what was to come. He had no idea of the number of females all thinking and dreaming of him. Everyone woman Harry knew went to bed with a smile and a barrage of thoughts on how Harry would react when they met again.
Notes:
This is not going to be a full-on story, but rather snippets and little moments in the life of Harry.
One of the reasons for the gender swapping and Dumbledore being retired is to avoid the cliché of bashing, which I find annoying.
Lily will not be part of Harry's harem, as I have a better plan with her.
If you need casting notes
Levi Coralynn as Lily
Katie McGrath as Bellatrix
Sophie Coady as Molly
Molly Sims as Narcissa
Maya Kendrick as Ronnie
Sadie Sink as Ginny
Red Fox as Freida and Georgie
Mia Sollis as Priscilla
Indiana Evans as Lyra
Elle Fanning as Hermione