Chapter 31: Mirror Phone

"So is he not going to join us?" Harry asked as they sat around an empty spot with a hot steaming tea in hand. Livia was polite enough to bring them up some drinks, but there were no snacks to be had since this place was down to the bare minimum.

The three of them stood off from the lead scientist who was too busy with his experiment to even notice us.

"No, do not even try," the witch said with a shake of her head, "you can never get my father's attention when he is like that."

"Wait," Hary said as he held out his hand, "you are saying that he is your father?" he asked as he looked between the both of them.

Livia was a woman with keen purple eyes, long flowing black hair, clear creamy skin, thin lips, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and sharp arched eyebrows. She also stood much taller than her father at 5 foot 11 inches, with long legs, a slender figure, a voluptuous button, and an ample bosom.

Her father, on the other hand, did have the same purple eyes as her but they were gleaming with inner madness, his hair was white like snow itself and a bird's nest, his skin was lined with age and a much paler shade. He had a long pointed nose, a round face, average height, and a scrawny figure.

"I know right," Sirius joked, "they look nothing alike."

"Yes, Frankie Newman is my father,"the woman sighed as if she got asked this plenty of times. "I am Livia Newman. If you are wondering, I take after my mother."

"Well," Harry said as he drew his attention to something else namely the mad scientist turn up the voltage on that disturbing creature. "I really do not know how I should feel like with two of my researchers experimenting on a living creature. It is living right?" Harry asked to the small group at large. The thing was moving around like a living being, but it was so horrific he wasn't sure if it counted as a living being.

"Experimentation on Elder Brain is Ministry approved, so there will be no legal issues, sir," the woman briskly responded with as she pulled up her glasses.

"So you are telling me that the Ministry actually approves of that kind of stuff," Harry inquired as he couldn't believe what his ears jut heard.

"Don't feel bad for it," Sirius amended as he patted him on the back. "The Illithids are an evil and sadistic race, they would have done the same and much, much more worse to any wizard that they could get their hands on."

Giving him a look that clearly said, 'Is that suppose to make me feel better?' Harry glanced at the creature once more and turned away. Out of sight, out of mind, that is his motto for now.

Still he could help but ask, "What is an Elder Brain? Are they like part of this evil Illithids race? How come I never seen them before?"

"Well sir," the witch said as respectfully as can, "the elder brain final stage of an Illithids life cycle. If you are wondering the Illithids are better known as Mind Flayers."

"Wait," Harry said as he recalled hearing that from somewhere, then snapping his finger in an aha moment, Harry exclaimed. "Isn't that from Dungeons and Dragons, you know those octopus face creatures."

"What's this Dungeons and Dragons things?" Sirius asked as he perched up to attention, "is it a book you found in my family's library?"

"No," Harry said as he thought of how best to explain to two practitioners who knew nothing about the muggle world what a role-playing tabletop game. Deciding it would be best to simplify things into only two words, Harry replied, "its a muggle game."

"Aww," Sirius said as comprehension finally dawned on him, "Well as you will soon find out most muggle fairy tales or make-believe stuff are quite true and alive in this world."

"Yes," Miss Livia agreed, "that is indeed true."

"So how come I never heard about" Harry followed through with. He did not think of himself an expert when it came to magical beasts and beings, but at the very least he did think that he knew the basics.

"That is because they live in the World Below," Sirius answered, "and they really do not come up to the surface much."

"Wow ho ho ho," Harry said as he held out his hand to stop him right there, "are you telling me that there is a civilization right below our feet?"

"Yes," this time it was Livia who answered his question and she also had the decency to finally drop the sir. That so made him feel much older than he was. "There are countless civilizations in the World Below, some that we did not even document and others we only heard whispers about. The World Below is a vast place that stretches all the Earth's core and a myriad of races and different tribes call it home."

"So the Hollow Earth theory is true?" Harry whispered to himself.

Sirius must have heard him because he asked, "what is this Hollow Earth you speak about?"

"Well," Harry began with, "it is a theory that people have that says that the earth is hollow, however, everyone thinks it is a fantasy since the Earth would collapse in on itself if it were."

"Muggle," Sirius said with a shake of his head, "don't they know that magic itself keeps the Earth stable and breathing with life."

Looking at his godfather incredulous, Harry did not want to burst his little bubble. Of course, regular people would not know that, for started they do not even believe in magic.

"I hope that this conversation has been enlightening to you sir, but we must move on to more serious matter."

"Come on," Harry said, "did you seriously go back to calling me, sir?"

"It a form of respect," the woman answered, "you are after all the one funding all our research and experimentation, plus you have given us this state of the art tower to use."

"Yes, I appreciate that," Harry said, he really did cherish that a stern but sexy woman like her kept on calling him sir, but it wasn't him really. "however you can just call me Harry. It is what my friends do."

"Your friends," the witch repeated.

"Oh, sorry," Harry as he quickly apologized for the oversight, "I presume too much."

"No it is alright," the female researcher said as a hint of emotion leaked out of her tone. "I just don't have that many friends."

"Well, you can count me as one from now," Harry reiterated with a nod.

"Wait," Sirius butted in, "I thought we had a connection, Livia?"

Turning to face the older wizard, her looks said it all, "Let's be honest with each other, you have been pursuing for over a decade and I am still not interested. Some girls might love your fun-loving playboy vibes, but I am looking for something more serious in a man."

"Dang," Harry whispered, as he had a wide grin on his lips. This was too fun to watch.

"Come on, Livia, I moved on from that," Sirius said as he held out his hands in surrender. "I am not that kind of guy anymore."

"Good," the woman said as waved everything off, but seep down he could see she did not believe in that. "Now," she said as she turned her attention back on Harry, "What brings you here, si-... Harry."

"I guess you could say I came here to check on things," Harry answered with a shrug as he ran his fingers along the desk they stood beside and came away with a lot of dust. "Plus, I guess I was also curious about what goes on in here."

"Well I can't say you came at a good time," Livia replied as she looked around the room with only her and her father.

"We saw," Harry said with a sigh, "nobody is here in this tower except for you two."

"Yes," the woman nodded her head. "Long story short funds started to dry up and people started to scatter to the wind."

"What did I tell you," Harry scuffed as he elbowed his godfather, "a very loyal bunch indeed."

"Indeed," Sirius agreed.

"Well nevertheless," Harry said, "I appreciate that you and your father decided to stay." Pausing Harry turned to look at her with a bit suspicious boiling up to the surface, "I do not want to presume much, but why did you stay?"

"It is a long tale," Livia answered as she silently closed her eyes for a moment, "but let's just say that my father and I owed your grandfather a great debt."

"Mhm," Harry said, but added nothing to it. This would indeed be an interesting tale for another time.

"So," Harry said, "my main question is— could we rebuild?"

"Yes," Livia replied with a quick nod of her head, "with enough funds we can bring this place to where it used to be. But for now, I would start small, hire some apprentices to help around, and carry out some small research."

"All right that can be done right away. I will speak to my account manager and have him write some checks" Harry said with an incline of his head. "So is there anything that you and your father are working on right now," Harry switched up to.

"No not at the moment," the wich replied with a shake of her head, "We are only studying this Elder Brain and if we find anything of note we might follow up on it and see what we find."

"Good, good," Hary said, "there is something I wanted to task you with, if that is all right?" he inquired as he clutched the item inside his pocket.

"You may, that is after all within your right as our benefactor."

"Excellent," Harry exclaimed as he brought out whatever he had in his pocket. Bringing the item with the light, the researcher came closer as she adjusted her glasses and peered closely at the object.

"What is?" Livia asked as she turned to look at him.

"Well, this is a 2-way mirror that my family invented a long time ago. It connects two of these mirrors together and allows you to communicate over large distances."

"Didn't I give you that?" Sirius asked as he pulled out his own 2-way mirror.

"Yep, it is the exact same one," Harry answered.

"What would you like me to do exactly?" Livia wondered out loud as she picked up the magical mirror and turned it around in her hands. "Is there something wrong with it?" she asked as she gave it back to him once she was done studying it.

"No," Harry replied with a shake of his head. "I just want you to modernize the whole of magical communications."

"Could you please repeat that?" instead of Livia probing him for an answer, it was Sirius who raised the question he was expecting. All the magical scientist did was stare at him with an unknowing expression on her face.

"You heard me," Harry said as he spun the magical mirror in his hand. "I want to change up the way we communicate, totally."

"Pup," Sirius said very slowly, "are you sure you haven't gone bananas?"

"No, I am perfectly sane," Harry replied calmly. "It just that genuineness might blind you," Hary then joked."

For the first time not laughing his joke, Sirius stayed silent. It was Livia who spoke up and asked, "Would you care to explain yourself."

"Sure," Harry said with a shrug, taking a deep breath Harry felt like he was in a meeting before a board of directors. "So as you know we wizards and witches comminate through owl. That is our main form of spreading, controlling, and sharing information in the wizarding world."

"Yes, we all knew that, now can you speed this along," Sirius asked impatiently.

"Hey," Harry said as he looked offended at that very question. "This is all part of the showmanship, now be a good audience member before you are booed out."

Grumbling, Sirius was still polite enough to say nothing more and Harry carried on, "Now where was I, oh, yes, owls. Tell me this how long does it take for you to get a message through a post owl?"

"If it is a good owl it would take a few hours to get to anywhere in Great Britain," the witch supplied.

"Now what would outside of Magical Great Britain?" Harry asked.

"Now that is a lot more harder to answer," Sirius mused. "If we are talking about just Northwestern Europe it would be days, all of Europe as a whole might take weeks for anything new to reach. For the world at large, mmm, that would be months I presume."

"So tell me," Harry said as he snapped his fingers at them, "is our way of communication very effective?"

"This is a system that has been in place for hundreds if not thousands upon thousands of years, pup. We have been using owls before the advent of the Romans, before the rise of Camelot, even before the fall of our once great civilization, Atlantis."

"I am not asking for a speech about how the way things are. I am simply asking is this system of owls effective?"

"No," Livia suddenly answered with a bit of firmness in her tone.

"Good," Harry said, "Now what if I told you that was a much more superior way of communication. That it takes virtually no effort at all and it is instantaneous, just like that," he said with a snap of his finger.

"I would say that is pure imagination," Sirius retorted as he furrowed his eyes.

"Well your answer is right there," Harry said as he pointed to the magical mirror in his hands.

"How? This will only allow you to communicate through two magically connected mirrors?" Sirius posed.

"Did you ever see one of those muggle telephones?" Harry returned a question with his own question.

"Again with those muggle stuff," Sirius said under his breath in a grumble.

"Yes," Livia answered, "it that muggle thingy that uses that muggle spark."

"It called electricity," Harry clarified as he really did not know what to make about how clueless wizarding folk where about the muggle world. "And yes, those muggle thingy is called a telephone."

"What does it have to do with anything?" Sirus wondered out loud.

"Everything," Harry answered, "this is what my whole idea is based on from."

"Carry on," the witch said as she crossed her hands together.

"What you might not know is the regular people have already master the way of instant communication thanks to this invention. This muggle thingy is what allows them to talk to each other from vast distances, carry news to the far reaches of the world just like that, and connect everyone."

"I knew that the muggles used that telephony to talk to each other, but it is impossible to believe pup that it is lightning quick," his godfather uttered as he crossed his hands and had a look that clearly said he was not buying it.

"Did you not hear me?" Harry asked with a chuckle, as he broke it done to the most based parts for them to understand. "they use lightning. Of course, it would be lightning quick as you put it."

"Really?" Sirius mused out loud as he looked like he was finally turned around. "I... That's... how come Lily never told me that?"

"I guess you would have to experience it yourself," Harry said with a shrug.

"So are you saying you want to use this muggle magic spark to replicate this tele-phoe."

"No," Harry said as he shook his head while he felt like sighing. This would have been so much easier if the two of them knew a lick of the muggle world. Plus he did not know how the magic in the mirror and technology from the phone would react to themself.

"Come on where is your pride as a witch? Are you telling me you can not do better than a muggle?" Harry asked as he really emphasized the last word. "You can not even use the magic you have? The thing you were born with?"

"I..." the older woman stuttered as she clearly did not expect this sort of sally.

"Are you a magical scientist or some daddy girls that is at his beck and call."

"NO!" she shouted with a vehemence he did not expect, but Harry did not let it take him away from his passionate, rousing speech.

"Well then, what's wrong? You have the idea, you have a bases to create the new magic item, and you will be getting a butt load of gold from me. Can you do it or not?"

"There is so much that..."

Sighing in disappointment, Harry picked up the mirror and started to walk to the man mad. "I guess I will just have to speak to the man in charge. It was too much of me to think that an assistance to be able to handle this task."

"Give me that," the witch growled like a cat who's tail got stepped on. Before he could even hand over the mirror, she stalked up to him and took it out of his hands without a word.

Smiling and giving himself a high five for a job well done, Harry's victory was cut short as the sexy scientist turned to them with that cold expression back on her face. "Leave, I have a lot to do."

Harry was about to argue that this was his own fricking wizarding tower, but he knew when there would be shit to had if you mess with someone on a warpath. Taking his small victory for that, Harry slinked out of the room and them out of the space with Sirius close behind.

Well, the good news what that he was getting his magical telephone made, so take that as you would.

Chapter 32: Potter Mansion

"Well, she seemed nice," Harry voiced as they walked out of the tower side by side.

"You really think so?" Sirius asked with a chuckle.

"I guess she is a bit a touch and go when it comes to connecting to people on a personal level. But other than that, not so bad," Harry said as he thought of her lovely figure, not so bad indeed. "She is steadfast and reliable so that is what counts in the end."

"Ha, now that is the underestimate of the year," the wizard mused out loud.

"So what was all that about you chasing after her?" Harry asked as he had a wide grin on his lips.

Sighing the animagus answered begrudgingly, "I was young and foolish, so let's just leave it at that."

"You mean you were young and rejected, huh?" Harry quizzed as he elbowed him in the ribs.

"Yes," Sirius answered as he tried his best to give him a stern look, but epically failed since Harry just continued on.

"And here I thought that you were Sirius Black the great playboy who could get any women he wanted," he uttered, painting the same picture that he has been the whole summer.

"Well," Sirius stated "let this be a lesson for you. You can not catch them all."

"Are you just saying that to cover up your deficiencies?" Harry asked with a snort.

"No, no," Sirus said as he held out his finger. Then thinking better of it, he took a deep breath and uttered, "You know what I will not let myself fall for your tricks."

"What tricks?" Harry asked innocently while trying to hold back his laughter.

"Mmm," Sirus said as he looked like he was trying his best to hold himself back as he closed and open his hands. "Don't test me."

"What?" Harry said as he still played the innocent card. "I just thought you were the best there was when it came to women. You know?!"

"Oh, you had this coming, pup, don't blame me," Sirius said as he put his head in a headlock and started to give him a rubdown.

"Okay, okay," Harry said through fits of laughter, "mercy, mercy. I give up!"

Pausing Sirius looked him right in the eyes and announced, "No, you do not look like you are sorry. I think I will just carry on."

"Alright, I promise," Harry said in between chuckles, "that I will show you the proper amount of respect that you deserve."

Letting him go, the older wizard gazed up at him and asked, "see was that so hard now?"

"Yep," Harry answered, "since you deserve none at all."

"Ow, you come back here. This time you shall get no mercy from me," the animagus shouted as he chased after the younger wizard.

"So," Harry said as he continued his conversation where they left it at. Right now they were in North London where the nice, and affluent neighborhoods resided in. They were making their way over to the Potter Mansion to crash there for the night as the hour was getting very late and they wouldn't be able to visit the remaining properties for the rest of the day.

"Whu.t do u thk f our res-dant mad sci si?" Harry asked through a mouth full of meatballs. SInce they really did not have anything to eat all day except for some snacks and tea that they have been offered along their way, Sirius decided to stop by a food cart and pick some meatball subs for the both of them.

Even if the sandwich was nothing compared to the fine cuisine he has been getting used to thanks to Kreacher, this still tasted like a small piece of heaven. Or maybe it was how hungry he was. Who fucking knew checking up on some properties would work up an appetite.

"Chew and swallow before you speak up," Sirius prompted with a raised eyebrow. "Did I not teach you any better?" he wondered out loud.

Rolling his eyes, Harry could see he was not doing any better when it came to the decorum department as he could see some of the cause dripping down his chin.

"I said what do you make of our resident mad scientist? You know him right?" Harry reiterated once he swallowed his food down.

"Scientist?" Sirius asked as he repeated the word, "is it those muggles who tell the other muggles what to do?"

Staring at him dumbfounded, Harry actually wondered for a moment does he take this stuff right out of his ass. "No, scientists are the same as Livia and Mr. Frankie."

"No, no, no, these muggle scientists and magical researchers are not the same thing. They are totally two separate things that do not fit together."

"Well its potato, potahto to me," Harry said with a shrug.

"Fine," Sirius said seemingly giving up on him. "To answer your question, not really. I came to your family's tower with your father a couple of times and only got to know Livia."

"Well isn't he a bit mad?" Harry asked. He wasn't really too sure that he wanted a man with a screw loose inside of his head leading his family's wizarding tower even if his daughter was making sure to chaperone him.

"First of all to be honest Frankie Newman is a very well respected magical researcher in many circles. His papers on magic inductors was instrumental in magic engines, he also found the Sight Rot thanks to his study on Myconid, plus his magic softening pads revolutionize the Quidditch industry and made all dangerous and deadly falls a breeze."

"You seem to be a fan," Harry voiced with a chuckle.

"No, all I am saying is he might be a little touched but he is a genius so he is an asset to keep."

"Mhm," Harry mused, "then how come he never left? There was nothing there at the tower of years and he still stayed, he could have easy found patronage at another tower."

"I am sure you could have, and I am also sure that many wizarding families extended a hand out to him. However, it all goes back to this mysterious favor he owed your grandfather."

"Well if you say I should keep him, then I should do as you say," Harry nodded his head.

"Good," Sirius said, "and you can find comfort in the fact that most powerful wizards and witches are wither a bit mad or eccentric."

"Really?" Harry asked as he perked up. "I just thought that was all Dumbledore and Voldermort," he said as he mentioned the old flake and the evil psychopath.

"No," Sirius said with a shake of his head, "you will soon find out that all wizards and witches who have a bit too much magic in them fall into those two categories."

"Dang," Harry said, it seems like he just discovered why the wizarding world was so fucked up. It was wackjobs and loonies that were lead everyone down a dark, twisted path! No wonder there isn't an ounce of common sense in this world.

When your leaders were off their rockers, who was there to lead everyone to a brighter future?!

"Looks like we are here," Sirius said as they came to a stop before a large black gate. The barrier seem to stretch on for miles on end, containing the whole property and locking it down from anyone getting in.

Activating his Magic Sight which has become much easier to do thanks to all the practice he put in, Harry no longer had to go into a meditation state to use it now.

Now all that is requires is just a thought from him, and it comes on. Plus he found that his eyes have a very cool glow when he activates it making his eyes look like a shining neon sign.

Looking around the perimeter, Harry saw the glow of countless wards protecting the place like a forcefield shield. There was no way they were getting in here without express permission.

Curiously following behind Sirus, Harry wondered where he was going until they reached a guardhouse and two large closed off gates. Walking up to the guardhouse, they came to the window where a heavyset man sat dozing off.

Not giving the man any chance, Sirius banged against the window which immediately got the man awake. However his startlement also had the effect of dropping him on the ass as he looked around groggily.

"Wh- what's going on?" the man asked to no one in particular but himself as he got up from the floor. "Are there any intruders?!"

"Calm down, Jimmy, it is just me," Sirius said as this time he slowly knocked on the window to get his attention.

Turning to look at him the man's eyes immediately widened and his mouth hanged open, then only anger took over. "You," he shouted as he came out of his guardhouse with a baton in hand.

"How dare you show your face here," the man who Harry assumed was the guard for the mansion said. Coming out of the pen, the man looked ready to charge, but he came to a stop right before Sirius as if he was having a showdown.

"If you think you can waltz in here then you have something else coming for you. I, Jimmy Falcone will never let you get away with your villainy."

Doing a double-take, Harry looked at the man and wondered if he thought that they were in a movie.

Still contouring with his monologue, the guard carried on, "After Lord and Lady Potter treated you so well, raised you like their own son, and gave you everything you could have wanted. You berayed them, and not just them but your best friend and our future Lord."

"Jimmy," Sirius said as he tried to calm the man down.

"DON'T Jimmy me," the guard shouted. "You have no right to call me by my name traitor. I shall defeat you right here and now, and see to it that you get sent back to Azkaban where you belong with your wretched, evil friends."

"Jimmy, I can explain," Sirius said as he held out his hands. "Please."

"I said d.o n.o.t c.a.l.l m.e b.y m.y n.a.m.e, t.r.a.i.t.o.r!"

"Okay, okay," Harry said as he stepped up in between both men. "Everyone calm your horses."

"Aaa, you vile criminal," the man exclaimed as he pointed his finger at Sirius. "You knew you couldn't defeat me one on one, so you brought a child into all this. You knew you couldn't defeat me."

"Okay," Harry said, "first of all I am not a child, and second of all Sirius is innocent for all the crimes that they laid at his feet."

"How disgusting," the delusional man said with a sad shake of his head, "you put the poor innocent kid in an imperius curse or you must have confounded him."

Pausing then, he looked at Harry with narrowed eyes and mused out loud, "or he is in on all this. You must want me to let my guard down and then stick from behind. Well I Jimmy Falcone, protector of this sacred abode will not let that happen."

"Would you shut the hell up," Harry shouted, getting sick and tired of this whole act. Presenting his ring as it flashed to his family coat of arms, Harry growled, "I am Harry Potter, Lord and Master of this mansion. Now would you please stand down before I stupefy into oblivion."

"My Lord," the man said as his eyes widened into suasor. "Is that really you? The boy-who-lived, vanquisher of you-know-who, and my lord and master."

"Yes!" Harry sighed out. "That is me."

"It is truly an honor to meet you. I am your humble servant and loyal guard, Jimmy Falcone," he uttered as if he was meeting his idol for the first time. And he guessed he was, Harry was after all, all those things and more, and as much as he hates it, it is who he is.

"Well met," Harry said as he shook the man's hand. It was kind of weird that an adult man looked up to him, a fourteen-year-old kid who still did not know what he wanted to do in life.

"Eeeee," he squealed like a little as he gazed at his hand that Harry just shook. And Harry could have sworn he heard him mutter, "I am never going to wash this hand."

"Well it is good that we have all met," Sirius said as he walked over. "Now could you please let us in, Jimmy?"

Hissing like a snake, the man stepped back, and Harry quickly came in to defuse the situation. "Jimmy it's alright, Sirus is innocent."

"He might have tricked you my Lord, but I will keep my eyes on this snake," the man voiced as he narrowed his eyes at the wizard and made I am watching you gestures.

"Jimmy," Harry said as if he was speaking to a naughty child, "He is my guest so please do not be rude to him."

"My Lord," the guard implored, "everyone knows that he was Lord James and Lady Lily secret keeper. He must have let their location slip so that... that could get ki- killed."

"It was actually Peter who was the secret keeper," Sirius announced as he closed his eye for a moment.

"Peter, as in that sweet little boy," the man asked with a snort. "As if," he uttered, not buying it for a single second.

"He is telling the truth," Harry whispered.

"But you are right, it was my fault. I was the one who said it should have been HIM, and now look at what it got us."

Looking from between them, the chubby man stammered, "but he was such a nice kid."

"More like a two-face bastard," Harry snapped out.

"Well," he said as he turned to look at Sirius, "I am sorry that ever doubted you and said all those mean stuff about you."

"It is alright," Sirius said as he held out his hand, "it is not anything I do not deserve."

Not having any more words to say, the delusional but good intention man pointed ahead, "Well let me permit you in," he said as he walked over to his guardhouse and pressed a button which made the gates swing open.

"Thanks," Harry said with a nod as he passed through with Sirius right behind but in his own little world of depression and misery.

"No problem," he said as he puffed up his chest, "it is after all my sacred duty."

Smiling but saying nothing Harry walked into the perimeter of the mansion.

Walking along the concrete road, Harry couldn't make up what lead along the path even with his Nightvision. So they just carried on silently with no words exchanged between them until Harry finally broke with.

"So quite the character huh?" he asked, trying to create small chat.

"Yes, Jimmy is a fine man indeed even if he can get a bit fanciful," the older wizard uttered with a soft smile which really did not fit in his always cherry face.

"Though do not worry, there are plenty of wards in place which get the job done and your family has a few golems on hand and some other constructs if things ever get a bit dicy."

"Well that is good to know," Harry said as he tried to lighten the mood a bit more, but Sirius did not bite.

Sighing, Harry wished he knew anything that could get his godfather out of his slump, but knew nothing he could say. The always did blame himself for what happened to his parents and would continue to do so for the rest of his life even if it wasn't truly his fault.

Fianlly, they reached the mansion at long last. Looking up at it Harry couldn't make up much about it thanks to the darkness surrounding them, but still, he could see the grandness of it all.

The residence was four stores tall and a ground floor that opened up to a large arch to enter from and long white pristine marble pillars. The bright golden was illuminating out creating a wonderous atmosphere and glow.

Walking up to the intricate doors that were at the height of elegance and taste, Harry pushed them open and entered the mansion.

Immediately he was assaulted with more opulence as he walked into a richly decorated entrance.

Taking in everything, Harry glanced up at the two stairways that led up to the first floor, and he also noticed the door that lead further into the mansion ground floor. Plus the fricking fountain that laid beside the stairs nearly had his jaws dropping.

Glancing over at the wonderful bouquets laid out in the sides on a simple table which could have costed more than the Dursley's house, Harry looked up. Before him was well-garnished walls with rich tapestry, but what took his breath away was the stained glass roof.

It was truly a work of art, and his family must have set it there to astound their guest and show off their wealth.

"It truly is a sight to take in huh?" Sirius asked as he seem to sort out whatever was bothering him, but underneath it all Harry could still see the pain.

"Yea," Harry whispered breathlessly.

"Well this is the Potter Mansion where your family hosts all your guests and throws their parties, so that is its simple job. To wow anyone who comes to see it."

"I guess it did a real nice job."

"Oh, this is nothing, come see what's out back. You will drop your pants when you see the massive swimming pool."

"There is a swimming pool?" Harry asked, of course there was, why wouldn't it be.

"Yep, and upstairs is a sight to behold, plus the dining hall is fabulous, and the reception room is great eye candy."

"Ow, I got to see it all," Harry said as he couldn't wait to explore this place. "Is there food here?" he asked as that meatball sub wasn't nearly enough for his growing body.

"Hell yea," Sirius said, "let's go to the pantry room and grab some stuff, and we can pick up a nice bottle from the wine bottle room."

Chapter 33: Twin Sister Maids

"Yep, and upstairs is a sight to behold, plus the dining hall is fabulous, and the reception room is great eye candy."

"Ow, I got to see it all," Harry said as he couldn't wait to explore this place. "Is there food here?" he asked as that meatball sub wasn't nearly enough for his growing body.

"Hell yea," Sirius said, "let's go to the pantry room and grab some stuff, and we can pick up a nice bottle from the wine bottle room."

"Sound like a wonderful plan," Harry said with a nod.

Then suddenly out of nowhere two voices greeted, "Good evening, Master~"

Jumping nearly two feet in the air, Harry glanced around trying to spot the speakers until his eyes landed on two petite women.

The one on the right head ruby-colored eyes with a bubble gum pink hair, and the other one had sapphire colored eyes with sky blue hair. They both barely reached his neck as they stood at 5 foot 7 inches, with a delicate small frame, innocent clear eyes, and round ears perfect ears.

They both had the same pale rosy pink skin clear as a liquid pool, heart-shaped faces, small buttoned noses, rosebud lips, short delicate hands, and small calves.

Their hair was short barely reached their necks and for the light blue-haired some of hair covered her right eye and she had a pink flower-shaped ribbon. For the pink-haired one, her hair covered her left eye and she had a flower-shaped ribbon on her hair. Furthermore, they were dressed in a maid outfit, so Harry assumed help around here.

All in all, they looked like identical twins except for the different colored hair and eyes. Plus he had to note they looked so adorable, like cute little dolls.

Still they somehow they were able to sneak up on him, by god knows what means.

Calming his beating heart down, Harry took comfort in the fact that they seem to be calling him master, so he guessed that they did not mean any harm.

Turning to look up at them, Harry did his best to politely greet them, "Hi, who are you girls exactly?"

"We are your humble maids, Master," they both girls answered at the same time while they bowed their heads and slightly lifting their dresses up.

Turning to look at his godfather for reassurance the man nodded his head, "These are Rem and Ram, the one with the blue hair is Rem and the one with the pink hair is Ram. They are your family's Living Constructs which help around in the Mansion and take care of everything!"

"Wait," Harry said, "Living Constructs! What is that?" he asked as this was the first time he heard this term.

"Living Constructs are golems that have sentience and free will. They can form complex, have feelings and emotions, plus are indestructible war machines."

Ignoring the last part, all Harry's mind was set on was sentient machine. "Are you telling me that they are fricking android?"

"What's an an-dod?" Sirius asked as he totally mispronounced the word.

Not even wanting to begin on that complex subject with him, Harry's thoughts raced across to a different field. This was like a sci-fi imagination come to life, this world was so fucking weird.

It was like the wizarding world was all over the place, there is the use of owls which is so medieval even if they are fucking intelligent birds. Then there is the unimaginable stuff like spacial warping whether it be magically expanded briefcases and his Lordship ring. Now here are real-life androids come to life like in the Bladerunner.

Seeing that his godson was ignoring him, the older wizard shook his head and slowly proded him to get him back to reality. Once he saw that he was looking at him, the animagus wizard uttered, "You are very fortunate, Living Constructs can only be created by skilled and legendary Golemancer who are at the height of their trade. I kid you not when I say they cost an actual arm and leg, plus a kidney and heart.

Treat them well, they have feelings and emotions like any old regular wizard."

Snorting, Harry responded with, "Do you think I want a Terminator shit on my hand, or a robot revolution? Ha, there is no way I am going down that path."

Staring at him like he couldn't understand a single word that came out of his mouth, which he actually didn't, Sirius gave him the clear what the fuck face.

"Aaa, you wouldn't understand," Harry said as he waved it off.

Turning back to look at the two Living Constructs maids, Harry smiled down at them and stated. "Well met, Rem and Ram," he said as he offered his hand. "I am Harry Potter, and I guess I am your new master, huh?!"

The first one to react was the picked haired maid as she slowly, and uncertainty reached out with her hand and shook his. "Good to meet you, Ram," he said as he offered his hand to the other twin.

She was much slower and shyer on the up take but finally, she shook his hand as well and he greeted her, "Good to meet you too, Rem."

"It is okay if you just call me Harry," he voiced as he really wasn't too sure about two cute girls calling him Master.

"You are our Master," Rem spoke up, "we have no right to call you by your name."

"Come on," Harry said, "if I tell you to can't you do it."

"If that is the case, yes," Ram answered, "but it would not be proper, Master."

Sighing Harry could see he would not be able to break them out of their habit, so he said nothing more on the matter.

"We heard your conversation, Master. Would you like a meal and some wine brought up?" Rem asked him poliatly.

"Yes, that would be wonderful," Sirius uttered with a nod.

"Then if you can follow me to the main dining hall," Ram said as she gestured onward. Then whispering to her sister, he could hear her say, "Sister could you please prepare a quick meal."

Nodding her soft blue colored head, the maid ran off as she went to prepare their meal.

"Do you really have to taste my food?" Harry asked. Right now they sat in a massive dining hall where the table seem to stretch out to infinity. Bright golden chandelier lining the place and lit it up. Candle wicks where brought out by the maid to create a comforting atmosphere as from behind he could hear some music playing in the background

Both him and Sirius sat at the front of the table on soft-backed chairs, cushioned with elegant pallets.

Before them sat a variety of dishes, and Harry was just amazed at how fast the petite blue-haired maid was able to whip this all together. Plus the most important addition, the wine. From the bottle that Rem poured out from, Harry caught the date of 1955 on it.

So with nearly 40 years of life span, it must be really good he thought.

Harry tried to dig in, but Ram was adamant that she be his feeder. "Your sister just made this, how on earth can there be poison in it? Are you doubting her or something."

"I am not doubting my sister, her parameters just like me so not allow any treachery in our systems. Still, there is the risk that the ingredients might have been poisoned or tampered with."

"What about Sirius?" Harry asked as he pointed to his godfather who was digging in with gusto.

"You are my first and only priority, he isn't," the pink-haired answered back.

"Hey," Sirius called out, "that hurt," he voiced as he placed his hands on his chest and put on a hurt expression.

"She did not mean that," Rem tried to comfort as she rested a comforting hand on him. Continuing with his act, Sirius pretended like he was touched to the very core and wiped some false tears away.

"Will you let me do my duty, Master," the maid asked in her ever patient voice.

"Fine," Harry said as he let her take first bite at his food. "But just so you know," he said, "I have poison immunity. Plus my Lordship ring can alert me if my food is tampered with."

"Still precaution are necessary," the pink-haired maid replied as slowly chewed his food. "It is safe to eat now," she said once she was done.

Before he could pick up a spoon for himself, Ram was quick to the action and handed him one. Before she let go, she asked, "would you like me to feed you, Master?"

"What? NO, I am perfectly able to feed myself," he uttered as he couldn't believe what she was even saying. He did see on the telly that some nobles where so useless and vain that they actually had people that fed them.

However he always thought that was a fantasy made up by the common man, but who knew that is was actually true.

Taking the spoon from out of her hand, Harry started to feed himself like a normal sane person. After a while Harry looked up at her and asked, "Could you just tell from that one bite if it is poisoned, or do you wait to see if you died? What about so acting poisons, how do you catch that?"

"My taste buds are built to recognize the smallest microscopic detail. Plus just like you Master, I have poison immunity."

"Mhm," Harry simply said, then silently watching them he saw that they were not eating and asked, "Do you not need to eat. There is plenty to go around and we can never finish it all."

"That is very kind of you Master," Rem said with a bright, beautiful smile, "but as Living Constructs, we do not need to eat, drink, sleep, breath, or do many of the human necessities."

"That must be real sad," Harry voiced as he looked at them in pity. "You can taste the most fine delicacy or drink the most wonderful beverage."

"We have taste buds just like I mentioned before," Ram interjected, "even though we do not need to eat, our creator was gracious enough to grant us excellent taste buds."

"Yes," Rem said with a nod agreeing with her sister, "still just like humans require food for energy, we need to recharge once in a while."

NOt being able to respond to Rem thanks to someone, Harry patiently said, "Ram."

"Yes, Master, " she asked in an innocent tone as she blinked her eyes at him.

"I do not need you to wipe at my mouth. I can do that by myself."

"Of course, Master, she said with a nod as she stepped back. Harry could have sworn she was doing all this on purpose, but it was very hard to tell with her poker face that she constantly kept up.

If she wasn't so cute, he had no idea what he would have done. Maybe lose his shit at how constantly she seem to care for him like a baby.

Finally finishing up his meal and getting through with only a handful more incidents, Sirius was first to get up as he yawned out loud. "I am beat," he announced as he stretched his limb, "what do you say to check out this place tomorrow? he asked.

"Sounds like a plan," Harry said with a nod as he too felt quite weary.

"Alright, I will see you in the morning," he said as he walked out on him.

"So," Harry said as it was just the two of them inside the massive hall. "Do you know where I could crash for the night."

"Yes, let us both lead you to your room," Ram stated.

"Okay," Harry said as he got up once he wiped his mouth clean, "let the way."

Following behind them as they lead him down the hall way then up the stairs, Harry same up to the first floor of the mansion. Doing some twists and turns Harry took in all the sights that the mansion had to offer.

Before long they entered a corridor that lead into an empty wing, which seem to be taken over by a single room. Coming up to a large, white pristine door with golden intricate designs that lead to the aforementioned room, Rem swung it open for him letting him inside.

Walking in then taking in everything the room Harry glanced all over the refined and affluent suite. The theme of the room blue and white which flying griffins etched into the walls.

On the far side stood three large glass windows that opened up to the backyard, however, right now they were curtained closed with massive blue drapes.

In the center was a large king-size bed that could fit a family or an orgy of women and me.

Next to the bed were two bedside cabinets on either side with softly glowing lamps. Beside that was a massive drawer that had a mirror on top, and across from it was a large wooden back wardrobe.

Standing off by itself was a golden dressing screen with wonderful griffin designs.

Off to one corner was a desk and chair that acted as a study area. Beside it where shelves after shelves of books on hand. In another corner was a lounge where three soft cushioned chairs sat around a low table with a bouquet on top.

Off to another side was a small winding stair that lead up. To either sides where two double doors that lead to more rooms. Plus a single door that was slightly ajar and lead to a bathroom and shower.

"Wow," Harry said as he was amazed at not only how big the place was but at how opulent it was. It was truly a bedroom fit for a king, or as in this matter a Lord.

Walking up to the bed, Harry touched the soft silken sheets and immediately felt like jumping in it before, Rem called out. "Would you like me to draw a bath for you Master."

Turning around, Harry saw that the blue-haired woman stood hallway into the bathroom. Since he was already there, Harry just nodded his head. At this point, he was too tired to argue that he could handle it on his own.

Glancing once again at the room Harry just couldn't believe it that it was all his. You could seriously fit two of the Dursley's house in this place.

From inside the bathroom, he could hear Rem shouting, "it is ready Master." Giving the bed one more pat, Harry made his way to the bath and from the corner of his eye, he could already see Ram digging in the wardrobe for a suitable nightgown for him.

"Thank you, Rem," Hary said as he saw the bubbling bath ready for him.

Picking up a towel from off the rack set aside, Harry was about to start undressing but saw that the blue-haired maid wasn't leaving yet.

"Ah? What wrong Rem?"

"I was going to help you bathe," the woman simply replied like it was the most obvious thing.

Going red in the face in embarrassment, this certainly topped it all, who the hell needs help taking a fricking bath. Plus there was no way he was undressing before somebody else, even if she was a cute, adorable thing that he felt like pinching her cheek.

Unless he was sleeping with the person, he wasn't going to bring himself that low as to undress before them.

"Certainly not," Harry exclaimed. "I can do that on my own."

"As you wish, Master," she said with a bow, and Harry could detect the hurt tone in his voice.

Before he could call her out and apologies for his outburst, the maid ran out and shut the door behind herself. Sighing, Harry stripped out of his clothes and tipped toed into the bath.

This time sighing contentedly as the hot water soothe his aching muscles, Harry lead back inside the tub and let the water do its work. Before long, the soothing water and the bubbly foam sent him off to a light snooze.

Suddenly he was awakened to a knocking at his door, "Master?" a sweet innocent voice called out. "are you alright in there?" it asked.

Remembering where he was, Harry came out of the bath which was no already cool to the touch, and grabbed himself a towel to wrap around the waist. "Yes, Rem, I am alright. I just took a light nap."

"Okay," she said, "but it would be better for you to come to your bed since it is a lot better for a nap."

"I know," Harry chuckled as he used another towel to wipe himself off. Then resting the second towel on his shoulder, Harry opened the door and walked back into his master suite.

Ram must have picked out his clothing because a blue soft pants and long sleeved shirt was set out on his bed. Looking around, he couldn't spot the two maids so thinking that they left to let him sleep, he put on his own clothing and got ready for bed.

Suddenly from the door on the left, both girls came back in and this time without their maid dress but nightgowns instead. They were simply pants and long sleeved shirts like his that matched their eye color.

"Aaaaa, what's going on girls?" Harry asked wondering what they were doing here.

"We came here to sleep with you of course," Ram answered.

Before he could say anything, Rem dropped her head and uttered, "I am sorry that I failed you, Master. I haven't been the best maid and have bothered.

"No..." Harry tried to begin, but her sister continued.

"Yes, you are our first Master and it is clear we do not know what we are doing."

"Come on, girls," Harry said, "you did plenty good. I... The fault all lies with me. This is all new to be, being served hand and foot on. So I just think it will take some time getting used to."

Smiling at him for the first time, Ram nodded her head, "then we have much to learn for each other."

"Yes," Harry said then watched as the two girls made their way over to his bed. "And I guess you can stay an carry out your duties," he added.

"Thank you, Master," Rem said as she came awfully real close to him until she was rubbing his body against her's

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he really did not expect this at all.

"We are here to serve in any way we can," Ram answered as she gently rubbed his chest with her hands.

Chapter 34: Maid's Duty(R-18)

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as Rem walked up to him with a sway in her step until she was up close to him and started to rub against his body sensually.

"We are here to serve in any way we can," Ram answered as she gently rubbed his chest with her small delicate fingers.

"No," Harry said with a shake of his head. "What is all this?" he asked as he gestured his hands over what was happening.

"We are doing our duty," Rem answered as he could feel her hard nipples agist his arm as she went down to town.

"Yes," Ram nodded her head, "didn't you say from now on you will let us carry out our duties, Master?!"

"Okay, I feel like I just walked into this," Harry said as Ram slowly pulled up his shirt over his head and set it down off to the side leaving him chest bare.

Anyways if the two girls were very adamant about doing their 'duty' he had no problem letting them carry it out. It wasn't like he did not know about the peas and carrots and as a growing boy he was always horny and wouldn't mind where he put his dick in.

Even if it was two living machines, to him their warm delicate fingers felt warm to the touch and their soft smooth flesh felt just as alive as many women.

Still he wanted to make sure they really knew what they were doing before he went all hulk on them. "Do you girls even know what you are doing?" Harry asked out loud as Rem continued what she was doing, and Ram started to lick his fingers.

"We have been programmed to bring to our masters the height of fleshly pleasure," Rem answered as she brought his left hand closer to her flower.

"Well, don't say I did not warm you," Harry announced in a very low dangerous tone. "The both of you are going to be in a world of bliss," he added as he played along with Rem and let Ram continue doing what she was doing.

Reaching down, Harry slipped into Rem's bright blue pants that contrasted against his dark navy blue ones. Snaking over to her guarded flower, he began to stroke her little kitten which elicited a cute gasp from her.

Continuing his work on her as he warmed up the cute blue haired maid for entry, Harry popped his fingers out of Ram which got a groan of complete from her.

Not leaving her hanging like that, Harry started to knead her breasts. He estimated that they were a C-cup, they weren't as big as Tonks who had a good massive D-cup but still they were a fair bit to handle and play with. Plus with her petite figure, her bosom looked much bigger than they actually were.

Enjoying the soft noises he was evoking out of them, Harry found that their clothing was obstructing too much of his sacred work. Thus tearing into them with clear disbandment, finally his prize laid bare before him.

Pinching Ram nipples a squeal of delight escaped her mouth then wanting to return the favor she reacher over with her hands and started to massage his goose head. Rem on the other and was treated to a good fingering as went in and out of her pussy with two of his fingers.

Moaning in pleasure, she in turned started to kiss him. At first, it began as a chase thing as she lightly pecked at his lips then as the pleasure increased and he went in and out of her flower faster and faster the kiss turned more hungry.

Reaching deep into his mouth, the two of them dueled it out as they exchange tongues and saliva. He noted that she tasted of fresh plucked blueberries and irises which really went in turn with her coloring.

Still in the end all good things must come to an end, breaking off from the kiss and pulling back his hands, Harry stood up and towered before the two maids.

"Strip," Harry uttered that one single word in a tone that brooked no argument. Even he followed through his own command as he kicked off his pants and throw away his boxers until he was naked as a babe.

Doing as commanded, both cute, little maids started to take off their ruined and ripped up clothes. Ram began with her pants showing her light, rosy skin underneath, Rem on the other hand began with her shirt as her breasts bounded happily.

Taking in everything as they finally removed their last article of clothing, Harry sat down on the bed and called them over with a wave of his hand. Staring hungrily as they sauntered over while moving their hips in a sensual manner and sticking out their chest, Harry grabbed their hands once they came within reach and yanked them over.

Gasping as he pulled them both near to his chest like he was hugging them and on top of his lap so that his prick was inserted in-between them. Bringing them close until his hot breath was right against their ears and running shivers down their spins, he whispered to them in a husky voice, "The both of you have been very naughty, naughty girls. Look at you making your master all excited, and arouse."

"It is good that you are warming up to us, Master," Ram purred, "now we know that we are not failing in our duties."

"If you said that we have been naughty girls then you will need to punish us, Master~" Rem giggled.

"Oh, I will punish you," Harry chuckled darkly as a grin slip his face. "Sit," he commanded to Rem as he pointed at his feet.

Getting right to his order, Harry felt a sense of dark contentment when he saw how obedient they both were. There was something about having dark and twisted about having your way with a girl as she acted all submissive and dutiful. Maybe it was how it inflamed his pride and manhood.

"Suck," he then ordered as he grabbed the back of her head and directed her to his cock. Without a word of argument, Rem reached out with her dainty, little fingers and grabbed his shaft.

"It is so big, Master," she whispered as she started up at it in disbelief. At 10 inches and a half, his cock was a monstrous thing as dark veins ran down it and it stood proud as a pillar. Plus what made it even more daunting was the girth which she could barely wrap her fingers around.

Chuckling at her observation, Harry was feeling a bit more generous and said, "You can use those wonderful knockers of yours to help, and can just suck on the upper portion."

"Okay," she replied as she brought up her bosom with both of her hands, and enfolded his tool. Taking in a sharp intake of breath at her action as her warm flesh engulfed his little brother, Harry patted her head to ease himself.

Then he watched as she lapped up some spittle to lubricate his shaft, then started to stroke up and down.

"Mhm," Harry groaned as he tried his best not to come right then and there. Truly a man's worst enemy is a wonderful pair of breasts.

"Have you forgotten about me?" Ram pouted as she slide over to his side.

Turning around to face her, Harry grabbed her chin, and turned it up to face him, "No, how could I forget about you?" he answered as he initiated a kiss with her.

Enjoying the taste of her, Harry found out that she had the sweet flavor of fresh strawberries and cherry blossoms. After a while of tongue battling, Harry breaks away from the kiss which gets a cute moan of displeasure from her.

"Don't be saddened," he murmured to her, "there is so much that awaits us." Laying back on the bed, Harry waved her over to his side.

"What would you like me to do, Master?" she asked as she crawled over with her ass sticking out.

"It will be me who will be doing all the work," Harry answered. "Come on top," he ordered.

Doing as commanded, he added, "closer. Yes, I want that kitty of yours over here."

"What are you doi-..." she tried to ask until she was cut off as she moaned out loud with a loud, "Mmmm."

Smiling as he invoked even more noises from her, Harry got back to work as he ran his tongue over her outer walls. Then he started to move in deeper as he went into her inner walls and started to lap it up.

Shuttering on top of him, Harry watched as the pink-haired maid started to squeeze her breast and suck on her fingers. "Aaaa, you are so good with your tongue, Master~" the pink-haired maid complimented as she moved her hips closer to him until she was rubbed at his face.

Conceding to that, Harry answered back with, "I do what I can to please," as he lightly bit her clit.

Rem, on the other hand, had been a busy bee all this while as she was sucking on his goose head while running her tongue over it. She kept up with using her bosom as his shaft was placed inside of her deep valley.

Seeing that she deserved a good reward, Harry thought long and hard how to do that since he had his hands filled at the moment. But then he realized that something else was free at the moment.

Pulling forth his right foot, Harry reached over with it until he was at her crotch and started to rub at it.

Pulling back slightly in shock from his cock, the blue-haired moaned out loud as he continued feeling up her dripping wet cunt.

Harry knew he was close as the little blue hair was hitting all the right points for him, and so was Ram as she fluttered close to her release and shouted, "I am cloooose, Master~"

"I am about to cum too," Harry intoned as he grabbed both of her thighs and spread it wide to get at her snatch better. Rem must have heard him from underneath her sister because she started to go faster, and faster until she was devouring his cock like she was trying to milk all of his seed.

Then suddenly all there of them exploded at the same time and their shouts and screams crescendoed at the same time. Harry lapped up all the sweet nectar that sprayed out of Ram's snatch while on the other hand Rem swallowed all his seed, and her fluid spilled down his leg and down to the rug.

Pulling back as they each tried to catch their breath, Harry watched as Ram flopped to the floor and Rem lap up the cum that spilled out of her. Then the blue-haired crawled to her sister and started a makeup session with her.

At that sight, Harry was hard all over again then without a word he made his way over to the blue-hair jutting out ass. Grabbing both of her ass cheeks, Harry gave them a squeeze and a smack that got the blue hair to break away from her kiss and squeal out loud.

Lining up his cock to her wet pussy, Harry thrust in with one single action that got him deep with her tunnels. Listening to her moans wantonly her voice was music to his ears as he plunged in and out of her.

Ram seem to also want in on the action as she reached out to her sister's dangling tits that bounced around with each of his powerful thrusts.

Giving her sister breast a massage, the pink hair took it even further as she reinitiated their kiss.

Growling Harry pulled at her hips to level himself then goes on to fuck her even harder. Rem's back arches as she whimpers in his grasp and was forced to follow his lead while he pounds into her cunt with the entirety of his fat cock.

Her hair which was orderly before now dangles around her face and she turned around to face him with ecstasy written all over his face.

His member beat at the entrance of her womb, and in no time at all, Ram was cumming, and she was cumming hard.

"A-aaaa Haaaarrryyy!"

As she orgasmed around his pistoning prick, Harry grunted at the abrupt tightening of her cunt. Her pussy flexes along his entire length and her tunnels close in as her juices flow down his shaft, making his passage in and out of her even slicker.

Carrying heedlessly, Harry thrusts into the beautiful construct's womb, filling her most sacred of places with his tool.

The orgasms don't stop there though, and soon Rem's eyes are crossed as her tongue hangs out of her mouth. She climaxes time and time again around Harry's giant cock, and he in turn fucks her as hard and as thoroughly as he can.

"You like that, huh?" Harry asks in a growl as he goes on at a frantic pace while pounding away at her from behind. He could feel that he is close as rams against her womb and she squeals and moans in delight.

Being far too gone to even answer his question, all the blue hair could do is assent by moaning even louder.

Eventually, he lets go of her hips and starts groping and kneading her ass.

Holding her by her round perky ass, Harry mauls the delicate woman's ass as he rails into her faster and faster, slamming home into her womb time and time again. Rem cries out, happily so, and Harry can't help but wonder what kind of magic she is made of to withstand this constant lovemaking.

"Mhm," hearing a moan that isn't from the blue hair, Harry looks up and sees Ram was quite busy fingering herself. She had a far off look as two fingers went in and out of her snatch while she squeezed her breasts.

Seeing how lonely she was, Harry decided it was time to finish this up and draw it to a close.

Growling lustfully, Harry feels his second release fast approaching, and he jackhammers in and out of Rem all the harder, until finally her spasming, tightening, flexing cunt manages to milk a great load of cum from his cock.

His seed pours into the blue-haired construct, even as she experiences one last orgasm from the sensation. He paints her womb white with cum, and then fills it to the brim for good measure. Then he fills it some more, and by the time he's done, Rem's belly is ever so slightly bulging from just how much hot, sticky seed Harry pumped into it.

Still unloads more cum inside of her, Harry pulls back inch by inch while Rem squirms beneath him. Finally pulling out with a wet slosh, Harry dresses her white, rose-colored ass with his seed.

Turning to look at the pink-haired maid who was writhing all by herself, Harry finds himself staring at her breasts, pussy, and mouth. Still feeling quite horny, and thoroughly aroused with his cock hard and erect, Harry sees no reason not to move onto the next obvious step.

Clearing his throat so that he could draw the pink hair attention to him, Ram looked up to face him and saw that his massive pillar was standing proud and at the ready.

"Ahem, would you like to do your duty and clean this up. Your sisters seems to be out of action," he pointed to Rem who was nearly catatonic as she laid there with her ass in the air, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, and her pussy twitching as seed poured out of it.

"I..." the maid began with as she stared at his daunting, majestic tool and gulped. Then taking a deep breath, her confident demeanor is back on and she voices, "let me take care of that for you, Master."

"Good," Harry said as he watched as she admires his erection, her hands stroking his shaft and her mouth momentarily encircling the head of his member as she swirls her tongue along his length. Then she really gets to it as licking at the tip of his wet shaft that contain her sister's sexual fluids and some of his seed.

She laps up the last remnants of it all, and then goes a step further, unable to help herself. Opening wide, the Living Construct takes Harry's dick into her mouth inch by inch, sliding it right down her throat. Then she swallows all she can then not stopping there she forces herself to go further and further, until she's outright deep throating his cock right then and there.

Rubbing her head like a good pet, Harry runs his thumb along her jawline which causes to run down her body. Hungrily devouring giant cock back and forth Ram goes, showing a shocking aptitude for deep-throating Harry's cock as he watches on in mild surprise, his eyebrows raised.

The maid bobs up and down on his dick like a pro, showing off a level of skill that he has never seem before. The nonhuman woman isn't even choking or gagging on his cock as she inhales his member, and Harry wonders if that's an aspect of Construct physiology or not. Do they just not have a gag reflex?

Regardless, Ram certainly gives a good, slutty showing as his ball sacks smack against her until eventually, she gets the third release out of him.

Swallowing down everything he has to offer like a true champ, she pops his meat out of her mouth and gives it two hard stokes and looks up at him with innocent doe eyes.

"oh-ho-ho," Harry chuckles, "you are really going to get it tonight."

"Can't wait," she answers back as she lays back down on the bed, waiting for him to enter her. "I am all ready, for you Master," she calls out in a sultry voice as she spreads her legs wide.

Chapter 35: Good Morning(R-18)

Regardless, Ram certainly gives a good, slutty showing as his ball sacks smack against her until eventually, she gets the third release out of him.

Swallowing down everything he has to offer like a true champ, her neck convulsing and spasming as she swallows and swallows and swallows, until finally there's nothing left to drink down. Not a single drop of Harry's seed escapes her lips as she pops his meat out of her mouth and gives it two hard stokes and looks up at him with her innocent doe eyes.

"Oh-ho-ho," Harry chuckles, "you are really going to get it tonight, Ram. Look at how hard you got your Master going," he utters as he points at his shaft which is back to full mass right away.

There is only fate that awaits this shrew little doxy— to be ravishing into oblivion until she is a drooling, incohesive mess.

"Can't wait," she answers back with a light smile as she laid back down on the bed. Then spreading her legs wide as her dripping wet pussy was on full view, waiting for him to enter her, she adds in a sultry voice, "I am all ready, for you now Master~"

Making his way over to her, Harry had one thought, and one thought on his mind— to thoroughly ravish her into blissful senselessness.

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Groggily walking up the next morning, Harry felt a wet sucking sensation down at his lower region. Rubbing at his eyes to get the sleep out, Harry got up on his elbows and looked over at his crotch and saw a familiar blue hair bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

Feeling his gaze on her, the blue-haired looked up at him and their gazes meet, he could see the mischief in her eyes as she popped his cock out of her mouth like a lollipop.

"Good morning, Master~" Rem greeted as er small hands strokes up and down his sizable length while giving him a wide smirk.

"Right back at you, you naughty little slut," Harry greeted back as he patted her head.

Purring like a little kitten, the blue-haired maid nuzzled his shaft against her mouth and cheeks, rubbing his cockhead as it drips with precum. "The sun is up and the day has started. How do you want to start your day?" she asked sassily.

"I think," Harry answered very slowly, "I would enjoy it if you continue on with your dutiful task for your master."

"Mhm," Rem moaned as she ran kisses down his giant shaft, "look at you being all commanding and what not. We have yet to mold you into the perfect lord."

"What can I say," Harry chuckled, "with you two little she devils in bed, it hard to resist ordering you around. Now," he said with a raised eyebrow, "don't make me wait. Get to it, my little brother is getting a little lonely."

"Hehe, right away Master," she replied as she got back to the task at hand. Her tongue slips out from between her lips and she laps at Harry's prick cutely. Her eyes never leaving his and he couldn't help but watched on with a massive grin on his face as she continued with her work.

There was no way he would have imagined that things would turn out like this. NO cross that, he never imagined that his life would take such a massive turn.

Who would have thought, he, puny little Potter who has been abused by his so-called relatives, look down by everyone, and belittle by his enemies would be here in life today. Being pleased by beautiful women and having all his dreams come true.

There was no denying that things were looking up for Harry James Potter!

"Mmm, yes my Lord," Rem moaned as he started pinching her nipples. They were a dark red like ripe apples for the picking and he couldn't help but to play around with them.

"Thank you, Master," Rem continued, "for giving me the chance to worship your magnificent cock. Thank you for gracing your unworthy servant with this awe-inspiring cock."

Chuckling at her frame of mind, and her lofty prasies, Harry replied back with, "Only the best for my most loyal servants!"

Just as things wHere picking up and Harry felt like unloading his seed into Rem's waiting, cock-hungry mouth, the door that lead to his master suite slowly opened wide. Heart pounding in his chest and his palms getting sweaty, Harry thought for a single moment that maybe it was his godfather walking in on this debauch scene.

Throwing the sheets over the very naked maid, Harry tried his best to collect himself and make himself presentable. However, he wasn't too sure that would save his ass since his room was a wild mess. Riped up clothes were laying everywhere, his seed and the two girls' sexual fluid were all over the bed, the sheets, the floor, the table, the desk, and even the walls.

Objects laid upturned, pillows were scattered everywhere with feathers spilling out, and all in all it was a total mess.

Turning around to face whoever walked in, Harry was ready to face to music, but instead of who he was dreading to walk in, it was totally someone else.

"Good morning, Master~" Ram greeted as she walked in with a giant mound of stacked up pancakes. The small pile was dripping with butter, whip cream, and maple syrup as the scent of it wafted through the room and Harry's stomach growled.

Of course after last night debauchery activities he would have a monstrous appetite. Still he let out a long sigh of relief and uttered, "Oh, it is just you."

"Are you not happy to see me, Master?" the pink-haired maid asked as a pout formed on her lips as she set down a whole jug of milk and the pancakes beside his bed.

Harry was about to answer her until the wet sucking sensation came back on his cock. Grinding his teeth to hold back from the grunt on his lips, Harry tried his best to play it cool. This mischievous slutty maid underneath his sheets will be getting it soon.

"N-no, I am v-very ha-happy to see you. You br... bring the sunshine and the pep in my step each mor-morning."

Staring at him then staring at his bed and at the slight mound in his sheets, Ram asked in a plain simple tone, "My sister is under there, right?"

"No," Harry tried to deny, but before he could act, the pink hair threw his sheets away, revealing her sister. She had been quite the busy bees as she was lapping up his cock like it was lollipop while saliva and pre-cum leaked out.

Looking up at her sister like a kitten caught in the act, she froze in her step and weakly smiled at her sister. Poping his shaft out of her mouth, she tried to best present herself and said, "Hi, sis."

Shaking her head sadly, the older sister of the two uttered, "Look at you sister, you got one taste of our master's man meat, and now you can not even stave off from it to do your duties."

Looking like a little petulant child, Rem answered back, "What can you tell me you can resist this magnificent, exalted pillar of a man meat?" she asked as she gave his two firm strokes up and down his length to emphasize her point.

Sniffling with her head held head, the pink-haired answered back with, "unlike you, sister, I have a bit of self-control and self-respect."

"Ha," Rem barked out, "where was this so-called self control and self respect when you were acting like a wanton slutty whore last night."

Before they could both break out into cat fights, Harry held out his hand to calm them and uttered, "Now, now, girls let's not do this, okay? You are both sisters and should get along. Ram, there is no need to be uptight in front of me, I am your master and you can act like yourself in front of me. Rem, do not press your sister's button, okay?"

"Okay," they both answered.

"Now, let's eat, huh?"

"Sounds good to me," Rem answered as she had on a mischievous smirk. Once he saw that, he knew she was up to something.

"Master~" the blue hair asked in a sweet innocent tone, "would you like me to feed you?"

"No, I am good," Harry answered as brought the stack of pancakes before him. He still wasn' too sure about that kind of stuff.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to eat out of me?" she quizzed in that same innocent, sweet voice as she dribbled a some of the maple syrup on her breasts and spread some whipped cream on her nipples. "I am sure that I taste sweet and wonderful."

Staring at her, Harry had no words to express himself but his little brother did all the talking as it from flaccid to full mast in just a few seconds. "You know what," Harry said as he collected himself, "I think I would like that very much."

Then without a word he attacked her like a hungry wolf going after a pure innocent rabbit.

Immediately he goes for her rip and ready nipples as he attacks her right one and starts suckling them like a little baby at the breast. Not wanting to leave her other bosom hanging he reaches out and mauls them, kneading and groping them as hard as he can.

The wanton moan of the beautiful blue hair's voice is unmistakable as she lightly sucks on one of her fingers. Taking some more of the whipped cream, Harry spreads more of it on her breast and hold out his own finger for her to suck.

"Mhmmm, Maaaster~" she moans as licks and kisses his proffered hand.

Wanting to appease his appetite, Harry grabbed a fork and pinched a whole pancake, "Open wide," he called out to the slutty little maid. Doing as commanded she bit into one corner of the pancake and he did the same from the other side.

Slowly he chowed down on it, eating the larger portion of it until their lips came together and the flat cake was finished. As their mouths pressed up against each other, the two of them broke into a kiss, exchanging salvia and tongues.

After a while, Harry broke away from it which got a moan of disappointment from out of the maid, but he ignored it. Now he wanted to move on to the main course!

"Bottoms up," he called out as he lined up his hard, prick to her waiting wet snatch.

Grunting as he forces his way into her open door, he goes in deeper. As Rem squirms and yelps beneath him, Harry fills her up with his cock, until eventually his nut sack is bouncing against her ass and he has buried in her poor little cunt.

Reaching out, Harry grabs onto her bouncing chest and his hands fitting well around each of them as he gives them a hard squeeze with his fingers digging in. Gripping and kneading Rem's little behind, the young man slowly pulls back, inch by inch, just like how he went in.

A relieved groan leaves the blue-haired maid's throat, but Harry only gets about halfway out before he thrusts into her poor little snatch once more. The groan is cut off by a cry, and then Harry is pounding into her, his cock thrusting in and out of her as she shrieks in ecstasy.

Harry keeps on plowing ahead, grunting in time with each of his thrusts as he rails his newest maid's tight cunt. Listening to her moan in pleasure as she actively enjoys his cock buried in her pussy, it is music to his ears.

Not letting up for a single second as he kept on pistoning in and out of her, Harry lets go of her bruised and mauled breasts and lean up, picking up her small form and grab a fist full of her tight little ass. With her ass in his hands, he latches onto it and drags her off the bed, leveraging her he now has better access to her deepest core and plows away.

Rem whimpers as he enters much deeper inside of her, Harry comes in closer to her until his hot breath is beating agasit her ears and whispers.

"You're love this, aren't you, my little slutty maid?"

The only thing that the maid can give in answer is a pathetic mewl, moaning loudly and squeaking out whenever his cock hits a particularly sweet spot in her inner bowels.

With Harry slamming home into her tight cunt again and again, Rem soon finds it impossible to contain herself anymore. Eventually, her control over herself slips into utter ruins and the blue maid shamefully climaxes to the pounding she was receiving.

"M-mmmm, Ahhhh!?~"

Soon the cute little maid's pussy juices explode out of her cunt as her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lulls out of her mouth. Harry peers at her face and sees the wonderful ahegao she is making.

That more than anything, coupled with how incredibly tight her tunnels got as she orgasmed. Harry couldn't hold back anymore.

With a grunt, he manages to pull back and slam in home, causing one final loud, long, wanton moan to leave the maid's lips. In three quick thrusts, his end comes for him as well and his release arrives.

With his seed pumps into her womb, it floods into her system, painting her wall white and filling it to the brim. All Rem could do is accept it as she is far gone to anything about. Once he is done releasing everything he has, he lets her collapse to the bed as if her strings have been cut.

Giving his handy work one final glance, Harry turns around to see the uptight pink hair fingering herself. It comes to him as a surprise when she yelps like a caught kitten as his gaze settles on her. A wicked grin spreads across his face and the maid realizes she has been caught red-handed with her hands right in the cookie jar.

Saying nothing, Harry gets up from the bed and does a few stretches, looking over at the maid who is trying to do her best to make herself presentable. Harry voices, "You know what, I will take you up on your offer of bathing me."

"I never..." she tried to argue as she could already sense what he wanted. But Harry cut her off with a raised hand.

"Didn't you say you will carry out all your duties to the best of your abilities?" he asked with a stern look.

"Yes," she slowly nodded.

"Then get to it," Harry said as he dug into his pancakes and took a swig from the jar itself as some of the milk spilled down his bare chest.

Looking to see his erect shaft, Harry could see that he could do with another makeout session. Still he did not know where he was getting this ungodly amount of energy, but he was thankful for it because there was no way he would want to miss any of this.

Once he cleaned his plate, Harry headed to the bath, he could already hear the running water from her and simply just entered the room like he owned it, which in this case he did.

"Is the bath ready?" he asked once he was through the door.

Nearly jumping off her feet, Harry found great enjoyment in making her jumpy, unlike her sister who didn't mind what she got herself into. Ram clearly wanted a way out and knew when she was in over her head.

However there was no way he was letting go of her once he had her in his grasp.

"Yes, Master," she answered as she stepped back giving him ample room.

Saying nothing, Harry walked over, naked as a babe and settled himself in the bath. The bath was quite large indeed almost the size of a small swimming pool, on top of it where petals that Ram threw in giving the water a nice scented smell. Plus the area was deep enough to fit your whole body from head to toe, with a bench built in at either side.

Enjoying the warm water and letting it wash away all the dirt and fluids from his body, Harry opened one single eye and asked the maid. "Why are you not washing me?"

"I..." she tried to began, but Harry cut her off once again and asked in a disappointed voice.

"Don't tell me I have to tell you how to do your job?"

"I will get right to it, Master," she replied as she held her head low.

"Take off your clothes when you come in," Harry finished with as he closed his eyes once again, removing her from his thoughts and letting her squirm by herself.

If she walked into the bath, she already fell into his spider trap and there would be no way out of it.

Then just as he expected, she tiptoed into the small pool and come over to his with a small towel to wash him.

Harry felt like grinning, she made it sooo easy for him.

"Began with my back," he called out, doing his best to give nothing away.

Following his command through like a loyal maid, Ram began with washing back, after that she went to his shoulder and then arms. She carried her task in a brisk, robotic manner and made sure to avoid one single spot, his crotch area.

Once she was done, she tried to pull away, but Harry called out, "Where are you going?"

"I am done, Master," she answered in her best polite voice.

"You missed an area," he replied as he tried to stop the grin from splitting his face.

This time there was no argument from her as she seem to learn her lesson, there was no saying no to him.

Getting to his the final spot, it wasn't long before his little brother was at full mast under her administration, but Harry said nothing nor did she since he remained silent.

"Can I leave now?" she asked once she was done.

"Sure," Harry said with a wave of his hands.

At that response she seemed a bit surprised, but quickly schooled her features and briskly nodded her head and walked out of the bath.

Just as she was getting to the door, Harry called out, "but I must say, you have deeply failed at her tasks as a maid. Leaving your master this unsatisfied and restless, ahh, how low you have fallen."

"I... I did not fail in my duties," she answered in a growl as if he hit a nerve.

"Then what do you say to this?" he asked as he pointed to his erect cock under the water.

Mumbling under breath like a mad demon, the pink haired maid thew up her hands and shouted, "Screw it! I will show you a thing or two about pleasure."

This time Harry broke his facade and had a wide grin on his face. Ahh, he must say, he really loved it when they fell into his trap. Ha, he is going to be having so much fun with her soon!

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