Harry sat by her desk perusing a owl order catalog for useful odds and ins. It had come to her like a bolt from the blue. What would she do for food or maternity cloths while they where out of time. She could magic her cloths to fit, but what about baby bottles and diapers. After a week and several thousand galleons and thousands of pounds spent she felt prepared. Hanging loosely around her neck was a rawhide strap with several shrunken chest with the weeks haul neatly packed. Four chest with six compartments each the size of her room held enough food for two adults and several children. From canned goods, cured meats, and fresh and frozen goods. Enough to last a little over three and a half years. Another chest was loaded with baby goods. Formula, baby food, cloth nappies, toys, common mundane medicine, and common potions for baby ailments. Two other chest contained clothes, cloth, books on maternity magical and mundane, a sewing machine, and a sewing kit. The final token on her leather necklace was a canvas bag. Inside was a charmed tent much like the one at the world cup. This the most pricey modal had three bedrooms, a bath an a half, and a large study. The one thousand nine hundred ninety-nine galleon price tag was a shocker for sure. To the ancient and noble house of Potter it was a drop in the bucket of her quarterly profits.
She groaned as the now familiar need flooded her system. She looked at her watch frowning. She didn't have time to indulge in self pleasure. Her escorts would be here in just under a half hour. She stood her legs unsteady beneath her. She examined herself in the repaired and expanded mirror before her. With a flick of her wand and few whispered words her image flickered and changed. Before her now stood the boy she had once been. She examined the glamour for any glaring faults and found none. Satisfied she collected her school trunk and Hedwig's empty cage. She looked over the room for anything she might have missed. A quick look and she exited the room for the last time. The house was blessedly empty as she made her way into the living room. She dropped her things off by the door before sitting down in her aunts chair. A minute passed in silence before she sighed pulling out her wand and removing the glamour. She unbuttoned her slacks with ease her petite hand dipping into her wet panties. Slim experienced fingers teased her clit with wild abandon. Pleasure flooded her senses as she climaxed for the fifth time that day. She felt shame, and hurt as she came back to herself. Not in the act of masturbation, but rather her lack of control. It also didn't help that she was constantly aroused thanks to the bloody ritual. She took several calming breaths before pulling out her wand. A quick cleaning spell and she was ready to reapply the glamour.
The weeks leading up to the first of September had been amazing and horrible. She had enjoyed spending time with her dogfather. She enjoyed their late night chats about her parents. Remus joined them often. The two men delighted in sharing tales of their days at Hogwarts with her. She also spent many a day cleaning the old manor with the Weasley's kids. She loved them dearly especially the twins. They seamed more alive as they shared their plans with her. They already considered her a silent partner, but she shocked them a night or so before the start of term. She offered them eight thousand galleons for a third of the business. They didn't want to accept at first. Not because they thought it was an unfair offer. Quite the opposite it was too much, but after thirty minutes they accepted. She handed them a draft slip from Gringrotts for eight thousand galleons. They in turn hugged her glamoured self silly. The horrible and ever present need made her life miserable outside of those few moments of joy. In a house so full of people she was barely able to find time much less a private place. The worst was the last few days of the month during her first period. Nothing prepared her for the cramps or the heavy bleeding that plagued her for four days.
The first of September came and went as it did every years since she was eleven. shee woke into a rush of activity as they made their way to catch the Hogwarts Express. The train ride was the first chance she had to see Neville since the end of the school year. He had grown an inch or so his figure slimming as he lost the fluffy softness of his childhood years. They spent the hours long train ride talking about their summers and playing easy games to pass the time. The sorting was uneventful as she clapped along with her housemates when a new lion was sorted. Harry was annoyed at the rather rude defense teacher interrupting the headmasters yearly speech. She was instantly pleased that she would never have to take her class if all went well tonight. The feast was as always the main event. She filled her plate with all her favorites enjoying every bite. As the meal winded down she noticed Neville on his way out of the great hall. She stood excusing herself from her two best friends before following him out into the castle.
"Neville wait up!" she called as she caught a sight of his retreating back. He turned took a few steps to come face to face with her. "Thanks Neville do you have a minute to talk with me. There is an unused classroom just around the corner."
He shrugged confused that Harry was paying him any mind. They hadn't exactly been that close over the last few years. "Sure Harry." he replied. He did trust the smaller boy after all.
Harry smiled brightly and lead them to the unused classroom. Neville entered first followed quickly by Harry. Who turned and locked and silenced the door before turning to face a confused Neville. "I'm sorry but what I have to say is important and very secret." Harry said softly as she removed the glamour for the first time that day.
Neville sucked in a breath as Harry changed before his eyes. Neville quickly became aware of two things. First Harry Potter was a powerful witch. He could sense the magic rolling off her quite easily. It shocked him that her glamour had covered up such a powerful magical presence. Second was the wanton lustful look she gave him her jade eyes glowing in the dim room. His heart quickened and his cock stirred as those eyes washed over his body hungrily. "Harry?" he questioned barely above a whisper.
Harry simply nodded before coming to stand before him. "It's me Neville. I need your help badly, but I want your word that you'll not interrupt me." she stated her voice sharp and loud in the empty room.
"You have my word." Neville replied after a moment. It wasn't a binding magical agreement like a vow, but it was an important oath none the less.
"Around my birthday this year a family ritual was enacted. I'm the last of my magical line and the ritual is to insure that I have a magical heir as soon as possible. It changed my sex to accommodate my sexual preference something I'm rather thankful for. There are some rather unpleasant things about the ritual for one my sex drive is hyper-stimulated until I consummate the ritual. The need is slowly driving me mad. I want to consummate the ritual with you, but you need to know what will happen if you agree. We will be bound together marriage by magic. I'll become pregnant with twins boys, heirs for both our families. Also once the ritual is complete we will be wrapped in a time dilation spell. I know it sounds out there, but every day we live for the next three years or so will be but a minute in the real world. I have everything we will need, I hope for the next three years." She paused for a minute trying to find the right words. "I want you Neville. Your my first and only true choice. I fear what might happen If you turn me down. All I know is that I offer myself to you and beg that you'll consent." Harry's strong soft voice faded to a whisper by the end.
Neville felt wanted for the first time he could remember. He didn't know what to believe about the rest of her little tale. Yet he could feel it in his bones when she said she wanted him. He wanted her too to be honest. He wasn't foolish enough to think it love, but want yes he wanted her badly. Something powerful came over him then. Magic or hormones he wasn't quite sure. He took two steps forward invading her personal space. Harry for her part simply wrapped her arms around his neck as he lowered his head to kiss her. The kiss deepened instantly as Neville plundered her mouth with his exploring tongue. Harry moaned into the kiss she dropped one hand from around his neck to his waist. Her hand glided lower until she felt his hard cock straining against the soft fabric of his slacks. Neville moaned and broke away from her. Harry overwhelmed with lust pulled out her wand and vanished their clothes. Neville glad to be free of his restrictive garments simple swooped and lifted Harry off her feet. Harry groaned as Neville's cock pressed against her bare stomach. Her wand fell from her hands forgotten as she wrapped herself around him. Neville laid them down among their abandoned cloths. He moved away just enough to situate himself between her legs. He pushed his aching cock into her slick pussy. He met a slight resistance that faded as he thrust deeper into her. Harry had felt him enter her. Felt her hymen pushed aside but she felt no pain or discomfort. Her magic hummed in her body as the ritual coursed pleasure throughout her entire being. Neville could fell it as well his magic not as strong as hers sang out to her. He too had been a virgin a few moment before. His body overwhelmed by new feelings quickly rushed toward release. They climaxed together as their magic flared around them binding them together. Harry magic flew off her in palpable waves that cocooned them in golden light. The world outside the flowing gold magic slowed to a crawl. The cocoon flared bright before fading away to nothingness.
Harry hurt... everywhere. She knew the majority was magical exhaustion, save the dull ache between her legs. Still as she lay beside a sleeping Neville the world felt right. She sat up after a moment ignoring the increasing ache in her groin. She could really do with a warm soak so she reached for her rawhide necklace. Five minutes later she entered the main bathroom in her tent. The tub was quite large nearly the size of the prefects tub she'd used last year. A moment later she was soaking in warm soapy water. She laid back thinking over the last few hours. She was pregnant that much was insured by the ritual. Her hands rested on her flat stomach in wonder. She could feel anything yet, but just knowing gave her a sense of immense happiness. She closed her eyes and rested for ten minutes before Neville made his way into the bath.
"Hi." He said softly from the doorway.
Harry eyes closed simply smiled. "Good morning."
"Are you okay? I was far from gentle." he asked coming closer. He turned after a moment catching himself staring at her small pert breast just under the waters surface.
"I'm fine Neville really I am. The ritual has exhausted my core. So I'm a little under the weather this morning." She said opening her eyes to look apon him. Her eyes lit up admiring his naked body in the early morning light.
He smiled good naturally as he slid into the tub with her. He wrapped her up in his arms kissing her gently on the lips. He lifted her out of the water the next moment setting her on the side of the tub. A question died on her lips when his mouth descended upon her sex. Neville had also spent four years in a dorm room with Seamus. He lavished her clit with his tongue worshiping at the alter of her sexual being. Harry could hardly breath as stars exploded behind her closed eyes. Her hands grasping his shoulders anything to ground her to this world for as long as possible. Neville jaw tiring continued until he heard a shuttered breath and a gasp. She collapsed back landing softly on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. Neville pleased with himself slipped back fully into the tub. His need forgotten for the time being as he watched her chest rise and fall in shuttered breaths.