Chapter Three
Daphne's facial expression was as passive as ever but inside she was more anxious than she had ever been. Astoria, Daphne, and Draconica had woken up in the morning in the same bed, but without their man who had shagged them into unconsciousness the night before. Draconica, having experienced the same the day before, was quick to reassure the Greengrass sisters, but Daphne wasn't as comforted as Draconica might have wanted. In fact, the idea that Harry was collecting purebloods into his harem for the sake of the Last Son Rite worried Daphne all the more. Draconica, who was more than familiar with the masked expression that Daphne wore frowned.
"What's worrying you, Daphne?" asked the blonde, quirking an eyebrow at the former ice queen.
"The Last Son Rite is a very ancient tradition," replied Daphne. "I hope Harry is careful and doesn't charge in without proper research."
"You don't have to worry about that, Lady Daphne," said Narcissa, who had arrived that morning with Lucius. As far as Daphne could tell, a female Lucius Malfoy looked hardly different than the male one had. "He has employed the use of Potter family magic, so he obviously knows what he's doing."
"Lord Harry knows what he's doing, all right," said Lucius with a faint blush on her cheeks. The three ladies of House Potter blushed as well.
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Meanwhile, Harry was drinking at the Leaky Cauldron with his best friend Hermione Granger. "How is the plan coming along, Harry?" asked Hermione. The brunette bookworm was nursing a glass of firewhisky.
"It is coming along brilliantly, Mione," replied Harry, taking a sip of brandy, having already taken his fair share of the bottle of firewhisky they split. "As we predicted, Draco decided to take the feminization potion, and convinced Lucius to do the same. Draco is now my primary wife and her parents are my concubines. Furthermore, the infamous Ice Queen of Slytherin cracked and brought her family down with her."
"Excellent," replied Hermione, taking a gulp of firewhisky straight from the bottle having finished her glass, "but you can't only be taking the dark and darker-neutral purebloods. With them out of the way, the light and lighter-neutral purebloods would take over. Despite their claims to the contrary, the purebloods on the light side are no more willing to give up their power than the ones on the dark side."
Harry sighed, gulping down the rest of the brandy in his glass before pouring more. "I know, Mione. The dark side is just so much easier with how repressive their traditions are. My next target is a bit grayer than even the Greengrasses, though."
"Who?" asked Hermione, pouring a glass of brandy herself after finishing off the firewhisky.
"You'll just have to wait and see," said Harry, downing the rest of his second glass of brandy before signalling to the barkeep. "Yo Tom, get us a bottle of elf wine, vintage to sometime before Merlin."
"Of course, Mr. Potter," replied Tom before heading down to the cellar.
"You do know that since you said 'before Merlin' he's going to find you one from before the founding of Hogwarts, right?" asked Hermione, pouring herself a final glass of brandy before handing the bottle to Harry.
"Unfortunately, I do," replied Harry before gulping down the remainder of the brandy. He despised his fame, but he wasn't ignorant of it. "That's why I didn't say 'from before the founding of Hogwarts'. With my luck, he wouldn't be able to find anything significantly older than that and it would ruin his day."
Before Hermione could respond, Tom returned with a bottle of elf wine in hand. "Here you are, Mr. Potter. Elf wine, vintage, circa 800 of the year of our Lord." He handed the bottle to Harry, who took it with a smile.
"Excellently chosen, Tom. Give your wife my regards," said Harry, knowing it was the man's wife who chose the wine for him, given that the old barkeep was far from a wine connoisseur.
"I shall, Mr. Potter," replied Tom before heading off to serve other customers. Harry poured glasses for himself and Hermione.
Taking a sip of the wine and softly moaning at the taste, Harry continued his conversation with Hermione. The two had finished the bottle of wine and more than a few rounds of goblin ale before Harry's current target walked into the tavern.
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As Susan Bones walked into the Leaky Cauldron after a day of shopping, she was greeted by Harry Potter who waved her over to sit by him. On his other side sat Hermione Granger. Her inner Hufflepuff was like an excited puppy as she walked over to sit by her old schoolmates.
"How's it going, Harry, Hermione?" she asked as she sat down.
It was Hermione who replied. "It's been wonderful. How have you been?"
"Not so great," replied Susan. She could feel her expression turning downcast. "The Auror force is being overstressed with the disappearances that have been happening lately: disappearance that the older generation likens to both of the times that You Know Who rose to power. The even older generation is reminded of the days of Grindelwald."
"If you want, we'll keep you company," said Harry, placing an arm around Susan, who relaxed into the embrace of the powerful wizard. Hermione got up and moved to the other side of Susan, embracing her as well.
She later found herself in her bed, naked as the day she was born, being fucked in the arse by Hermione Granger with a magically conjured member as Harry's manhood was sandwiched between her breasts. Receiving pleasure through her arse and her breasts was an unholy combination that served to drive the Bones heiress wild, but there was one part of her that remained conspicuously untouched. "Bloody Merlin, I need something in my snatch before I go insane!" she exclaimed.
"Ask and you shall receive," said Harry, removing himself from Susan's breasts before moving down and positioning himself at her dripping entrance. There was no resistance as he sheathed himself within her depths. As he began to play with her breasts, she lost it. As Susan climaxed, she felt an irrevocable change deep within her soul.
"Make me yours, Harry," begged Susan as she came down from the high.
"Do you know what you are asking, Lady Bones?" asked Harry. House Potter and House Bones had been allies for generations and it would be political suicide to jeapardize such an essential alliance over some long-forgotten tradition.
"Yes," replied Susan. "Every member of the Great Alliance knows of the Last Son Rite." Harry sighed in relief before gesturing for Hermione to move. Hermione pulled out of Susan's backdoor before pulling her wand as Harry and Susan clasped hands.
"Since you're here, you will be our binder, Hermione," Harry told Hermione, who had already figured as much. "Do you, Susan Amelia, accept this bond as my lawful consort, ceding the title of Lord Bones to me?"
"I do," replied Susan. A golden rope of magic appeared to bind their clasped hands. "Will you, Harry James, take me as your wife, in accordance with the Last Son Rite?"
"I will," replied Harry, a black rope of magic joining the golden one. "Will you agree to be my secondary wife, beholden to my primary wife but in authority over any others I may have?"
"I will," replied Susan, ropes of canary yellow and scarlet joining the others.
"Then as the binder of these vows, I seal them for eternity," declared Hermione. "So mote it be." A thick, silvery rope of magic seemed to consume the others before causing them to fade out.
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The parchment on Draconica's bedside table glowed, drawing the attention of all of the ladies in the room. Draconica, I'm sorry for not messaging you sooner. I met up with Hermione in the Leaky Cauldron to discuss our plan and to meet with a target: Susan Bones, the last living member of House Bones. Hermione rightly pointed out what I already knew: claiming only purebloods from dark families won't do any good. Most of the light pureblood families are just as obsessed with maintaining the status quo as any of the others. When Susan returns home with me tomorrow, she will take her place as my secondary wife. I couldn't bring myself to give that distinction to one of the Greengrass ladies over the other. Plus, Susan is my in into the neutral faction, so giving the title to her felt like the right thing to do.
Daphne, if you're reading this, know that I could feel your distress over the bond. While the knowledge that you care enough to fret over my well being fills my heart with warmth, you need not worry. Not only do I have the brightest witch of her age (Hermione) by my side, but I am the last son of House Potter.
Draconica turned to Daphne. "I told you that he'd be fine, but little Miss Ice Queen was worried about her hubby too much to listen." With all of the refined maturity expected from a lady of her station, the Ice Queen of Slytherin stuck her tongue out at the grinning blonde, causing Astoria to smirk. The ladies of House Potter turned their eyes back to the piece of parchment as more words appeared.
Don't misunderstand my intentions. Just because I appointed Draconica and Susan official authority in House Potter doesn't mean I expect Daphne and Astoria, for example, to submit to their every whim. All of you ladies are inherently equal in my eyes. Frankly, even though the concubines of House Potter are legally subject to the every whim of the least of my wives, I would be most disappointed if any one of my ladies ever abused their authority over the least of them. Even more so would I be if Draconica or Susan overstepped their bonds with one of their sister wives. Furthermore, I will tell you all now that it is Hermione who is second in command of House Potter. When I return, I will bring both Susan and Hermione. I expect Draconica to greet Susan and establish dominance over her, while Hermione and I establish dominance over Daphne and Astoria. If tomorrow goes well, I will know that I am able to leave Potter Manor in the capable hands of my ladies while I do my work. I hope to be able to potentially leave for days, as sometimes happens when I have a particularly complex case on my hands. I'll see you tomorrow, my loves.
"Do you mind if I greet Harry tomorrow?" Daphne asked Astoria, who looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I don't mind if you owe me a favor that I can collect at some point in the future, dear sister," replied Astoria with a smirk.
"Deal," said Daphne, still worried about Harry despite now knowing in her head that her worries were unfounded.
"Let's get to sleep," ordered Draconica. "We'll need lots of energy for tomorrow." As they were in Draconica's room, she shooed the Greengrass sisters out. She gave Astoria, who was closest to her, a firm smack on the behind as they left the room.
Changing into a nightgown, Draconica brushed her teeth before laying down in her bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
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When Susan and Harry returned to Potter Manor the next day with Hermione in tow, they were greeted by Draconica, Daphne, and Astoria. Lucius, Narcissa, Georgina, and Anastasia watched with humor as Harry got snogged by Daphne, Susan by Draconica, and Hermione by Astoria.
Astoria felt something poking her as she made out with Hermione. With a smirk she asked, "Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?"
"I am most definitely happy to see you, darling," replied the brunette muggleborn in a sultry voice. "I must confess, though, that it always has intrigued me how those raised in the magical world, especially in pureblood families, are never shocked by things that would shock me if I had never encountered them before. I must admit that despite knowing and using the spell for it myself, I would likely be taken aback if I was snogging a woman and found myself poked by her erection." Astoria shrugged.
"I was, the first time it happened to me," replied Astoria. "I'm naturally bisexual, though, so this isn't my first experience with that particular spell. It is semi-permanent, so many of the older and more dominant lesbian witches at Hogwarts never bother to cancel it after first casting it on themselves."
"Interesting," purred Hermione into the younger witch's ear. "You were a virgin when you gave yourself to Harry, so you obviously haven't felt what it's like to take a girl cock. We'll start with something I'm sure you are familiar with." Hermione pressed down gently on Astoria's shoulders and the girl obediently fell to her knees. "Remove my panties. Use your teeth, slut." Astoria, being far more of a submissive type than Daphne, eagerly did as the older witch commanded. Ducking under Hermione's skirt, she took the waistband of a black pair of lacy panties into her mouth before pulling it down with her teeth. Hermione's conjured member smacked her on the face upon its release. Once the brunette bookworm was free of her panties, Astoria got to work at pleasing the older witch.
As Astoria was giving Hermione head, Harry was feeling Daphne up while they made out. He was in no particular hurry and wanted to make sweet love to his raven-haired Slytherin wife.
Draconica had Susan bent over a coffee table and elicited moans from the redheaded Hufflepuff as she rhythmically struck the last daughter of House Bones on the arse with a conjured riding crop. "P-please…" the redhead whimpered.
"Please what, my dear Huffleslut?" asked Draconica, who was surprised by just how into the whole dominance thing she was getting. If she had been wearing any panties, they would have been soaked. She struck the quickly reddening arse in front of her once more before waiting for an answer.
"Please, take me as our Lord husband did!" exclaimed Susan. "As Hermione did," she added as an afterthought.
Draconica paused for a moment. While she had never practiced the spell herself, having been male for most of her life up until she found that she was irrevocably attracted to Harry Potter, she knew the theory behind it. Both her parents and her tutors growing up had made sure to instill the notion that it was a proper mage's duty to learn every bit of magical knowledge available to them, even if it seemed they would never personally make use of it. "Granger," she called over to Hermione, who was now fucking Astoria from behind. The youngest Greengrass' arms were bound with rope behind her back and her mouth had a proper gag in it.
"Yes?" asked Hermione, not letting up on the brutally paced pounding as she acknowledged the blonde Slytherin.
"Care to make sure I don't mess up casting crescere mentula on myself?" asked Draconica. It was a straight up latin spell so the incantation was no problem. What she thought might be a problem was that the spell toed the line between transfiguration and conjuration, which were both extremely challenging magical disciplines. While conjuration was technically a kind of transfiguration, hence the inclusion of basic conjuration in the curriculum of Transfiguration class, there was enough of a difference between it and a standard transfiguration that combining the two was often seen as a subset of Enchanting, an advanced elective from NEWT level onwards that was only available to students that got at least a high Exceeds Expectations in both Transfiguration and Charms. Draconica herself was an amateur enchantress, having earned an NEWT in that subject, along with Conjuration itself and Alchemy. At the mastery level, though, Draconica had only achieved a double mastery in Potions and Charms so far. She was close to achieving another double in Transfiguration and Warding, which would then open up almost every advanced level mastery option, but as the muggles say: 'close but no cigar.' Also, as much as she hated to admit it, she was no Hermione Granger. The muggleborn witch was a certified genius.
"Don't worry about it," replied Hermione. "The spell is simple enough that nearly every lesbian and bisexual witch at Hogwarts who isn't a complete submissive will have cast it upon herself by the start of her seventh year at the latest. A good percentage of them do it before getting their OWLs. For most of them, the novelty quickly wears off and they will reverse it as soon as they can, but at least a seventh of the witches who graduate from Hogwarts enter their adult lives packing something extra in their panties. I will, however, keep an eye on you while you cast it if you wish."
"Thanks, Granger," said Draconica before drawing her wand and pointing it at her crotch. Granger's words gave her confidence, and she was focusing her intent sooner than she would have thought possible. "Crescere Mentula!" She felt the flow of magic rush through her body as her currently female genitalia began to shift. Before she knew it, she was packing something down there once again. Getting rid of the riding crop and sheathing her wand, she began teasing the redhead beneath her by rubbing her newly reacquired member against the girl's privates. "Where do you want it, slut?" she asked. "Pussy or arse?"
"Both… either… I don't know!" exclaimed Susan, sexually frustrated beyond belief from the blonde's teasing.
"Then I guess I'll have to choose where to start," said Draconica before thrusting into the redhead.
Harry, already in the process of making sweet love to Daphne on Potter Manor's sitting room sofa, heard his newest wife squeal. Looking over, he saw Draconica saw in and out of Susan's pussy with a magically conjured member similar to the one Hermione had. He then looked over at Hermione, who was still fiercely dominating Astoria. "You better know the counter to that one, Mione. I'm not going to have one of my wives keep something like that. The Last Son Rite demands that they be submissive to me, as you know."
"Of course I know it," replied Hermione, mocking offense to the idea that Harry would think there was something she didn't know. "You know I don't live my life with this thing in my panties. I only kept the one I conjured yesterday because it's too magically draining to cast and reverse that kind of spell more than once every so often. The reverse is simple: simply tap the conjured member with your wand and your magic will do the rest." Harry knew that Draconica would overhear what Hermione just said, so he sighed with relief. He returned his attention to Daphne and the rest of the morning was pure bliss. He barely took note when Daphne was switched out with Astoria. He did, however, notice when Astoria was switched with Hermione, who no longer had a conjured member. "Make love to me, Harry. I may not be in the position to be one of your wives, but you will always have my love."
Harry kissed Hermione passionately and felt as though the world around him came to a stand still as he became one with his best friend.
Harry's wives and concubines watched with awe as their Lord and his oldest female friend made love. His wives felt a wave of jealousy come over them before they ruthlessly suppressed it. She may not have any legal authority over them, but they knew that Hermione was their Mistress for all intents and purposes. By Merlin, the brilliant witch wore the pants in her relationship with their Lord!
When Harry and Hermione were finished, they decided that it was lunch time. The elves at Potter Manor cooked a lunch fit for royalty. After lunch, though, Hermione prepared to leave.
After Hermione left, House Potter had a family meeting. As his primary wife, Draconica took the position of Lady Potter next to Harry and brought the meeting to order.
"As I'm sure you are all well aware," began Draconica. "Our Lord has begun to acquire influence in the neutral pureblood Houses, while the dark Houses are already in his pocket even if they don't know it yet. As Lord Malfoy and Lord Greengrass, he has the darker side of the Great Alliance directly under his thumb, while as Lord Bones he has the neutral side of the alliance half of the way there. As House Potter is considered a House of mixed blood nowadays, having had only one pureblood Lord in the last three centuries (that being Lord James), his position within the lighter side of the Great Alliance is a bit more tenuous. It helps that Lord Harry has implemented the Last Son Rite, which requires that any wives he takes must be pureblood witches. The other Houses in the Great Alliance will see this as House Potter becoming purer of blood, as it will just take one more pureblood union after that for House Potter to become officially pureblood once more. Lord Harry, what are your plans moving forward?"
As Harry began his long explanation of his plans, every member of House Potter there paid rapt attention.
The meeting concluded after Harry's speech and the House Elves served the evening meal. After that, everyone retired to the large bedroom where a celebratory orgy was in order.
Author's Note
It's been very encouraging lately with all of the PMs I've been getting lately from people who want me to continue writing these stories, especially this one in particular. This chapter is dedicated to Firemnwnb, who was the most persistant in checking up on the continuation of this story.
This chapter isn't perfect, but I sincerely hope it's what you all wanted.