They'd all be leaving for their respective homes tomorrow.
All of them. Including Harry.
The events of the past few days had shaken the wizarding world to its foundation. One moment, Sirius Black was a hated fugitive, the next, he was a free man, Lord of House Black and its immense coffers, on top of the million Galleon compensation he'd received for wrongful imprisonment.
In those three days, the Dementors had been removed from the school. Peter Pettigrew had received the Dementor's Kiss, and Harry Potter had been publicly announced to be Sirius' heir.
Understandably, the girls had seen little of Harry over the last few days. He'd been away with Sirius, clearing up custody issues and the like. Still, they'd all received letters that morning.
They were going to meet that night.
Harry was going to choose.
As the three of them sat in the classroom, there was no hostility. They'd talked a lot over the past few days while Harry was away.
The door opened and three pairs of eyes shot up in unison.
Harry walked in, nervousness written on his face. He looked…different. His clothes were nicer, his usually worn and baggy pants and shirts were replaced with form fitting, high quality slacks and a shirt. He had on dragonhide boots, and most striking of all…
"Harry, where are your glasses?" Lavender gasped.
Harry gave them a sheepish grin. "Sirius paid to get it corrected, and a couple of other things,"
The girls took a closer look at Harry. He was tall now, not as tall as Ron but tall for their age. He looked more filled out, healthier. Before, he'd been cute despite his shaggy appearance, now he was handsome and immaculately dressed.
"You clean up quite nicely," Daphne raked her eyes over his form, wanting to tear his clothes off of him.
Harry smiled at that, before his face turned nervous once more. "Listen girls, I've been thinking hard about this. And I got a lot of really good advice from my godfather," Once he stopped making lewd jokes and patting me on the back. "I-I think…"
Daphne held her hand up to stop him from continuing. "The three of us did a lot of thinking and talking too Harry. And I think we can articulate our conclusion better than you can yours,"
Harry looked bewildered, but he waved her on. "Go on, then,"
The three girls shared a final affirmative glace before they all looked at Harry.
"WE WANT TO SHARE!"
Harry's face registered shock for a moment, before it turned into a broad, elated smile. "Really?"
"Of course really, you idiot!" Daphne chided.
"We've grown so close to each other over this past term, we didn't really want to let this go." Susan said.
Harry was now grinning ear to ear. He opened his arms wide. "C'mere!"
The three girls collided with him at once, and the four of them turned into a messy ball of limbs as they fell onto the floor, all of them laughing jovially.
When they finally got back up to their feet, Lavender grabbed him forcefully by the collar and kissed him hard. Harry was left dazed after the kiss, but he got a real jolt to the system with what happened next.
Daphne and Lavender were eying each other tentatively as Susan sidled up to him. Susan squeezed onto his side, kissing him softly on the cheek.
And then Daphne and Lavender got closer.
And they kissed. Passionately.
Harry couldn't help but gasp, his cock jumping in his pants as he saw the two girls press up onto each other, their kiss becoming more intense as their hands roamed each other's bodies. Daphne squeezed Lavender's supple ass while Lavender's hand snaked between them, fingers sneaking down Daphne's pants in search of her cunt.
Susan kissed his cheek again, but this time it was much more sensual. Harry turned his head to kiss her, but Susan had already dropped down to her knees. "Susie!" Harry gasped as the girl dropped his pants down, freeing his painful erection in all its glory.
"I think he likes what he sees." Lavender said. Daphne had taken her shirt off, and just as she spoke the dark haired girl captured one of her hard nipples in her mouth. "Ooooh!" Lavender moaned as the Slytherin sucked on her tits. "I'll fight with you everyday if we do this when we make up!"
Harry was completely entranced by the sight, but his attention was drawn elsewhere when he felt something soft wrapped around his length. He looked down to see Susan smiling back up at him. She'd taken her shirt off, and his cock was nuzzled between her bountiful breasts. Harry began to slide his cock between the soft, pillowy flesh. Susan held her mouth open, engulfing his cock with each thrust and giving it a thorough lick and suck before Harry pulled back.
There was a sound of a crash and Harry's attention was again diverted.
Lavender had fallen on her ass, her pants and knickers bunched up at her ankles as Daphne lay between her legs, her face deep in the Gryffindor's sopping wet pussy.
Not wanting to be upstaged, Susan stopped her titfuck, her chest and jaw coated with her own spit. She got up on her feet and kissed Harry deeply.
Harry moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her soft body. Susan wriggled out of his grasps though. When he sent her a questioning look, the redhead only smiled as she got on her knees. She lifted up her school skirt to show she wasn't wearing any panties. Susan wiggled her thick ass invitingly, and Harry couldn't help but oblige. He fell to his knees, cock in hand as he rubbed it on her wet pussy lips.
"Oooh Harry please, please fuck my little pussy!" Susan begged, looking over her shoulder with her large brown eyes pleading him.
Not able to hold back any longer, Harry lined himself up and plunged into her waiting cunt.
They both let out gasps as Harry penetrated her welcoming pussy. Harry held onto her hips as he began to thrust into her, loving the feel of her ass shaking with every slap of their flesh.
Harry saw movement and his attention was once again taken by Daphne and Lavender. Daphne was now truly ravaging the blonde. Lavender was holding onto Daphne's dark hair for dear life while the Slytherin's face was drenched in Lavender's juices. Lavender began bucking hard onto Daphne's face, dragging her slick cunt all over Daphne's perfect little nose and mouth.
Susan grabbed onto his hands and he looked down. Instead of being annoyed that his attention had been pulled away again, she had a mischievous look on her face. She twisted around, his cock slipping out as she turned to face him.
She sat there in front of him, legs spread open, pussy glistening invitingly under her ruffled skirt. Her button up shirt was still somehow hanging off of her arms, her fat, juicy tits making Harry want to dive into them.
Harry lunged forward as the need to fuck the shit out of her surged. Susan squealed as Harry pinned her down. In one swift motion, his cock plunged back into her needy pussy and Harry buried his face in her ample tits. Susan moaned, loudly, her arms wrapping around Harry's head as the boy began pounding into her pussy with wild abandon.
Susan lowered her head to Harry's ear, her breath coming out in gasps as Harry fucked her raw and his mouth and tongue sucked frantically at both her tits.
"H-H-arry…please breed me! Harry please! put a baby in me!"
Harry's brain went into overdrive. His pounding quickened as he felt a pressure build up inside of him. He wasn't going to hold on for much longer.
"Ooooh MERLIN! MERLIN YESSSS!"
Lavender was shrieking in orgasm, but Harry didn't lift his head. He was consumed by the sexy witch under him, by her soft tits in his mouth and the soft flesh of her body as it rubbed up against him. He was consumed by the feeling of her hot cunt engulfing him completely.
"Harry! I'm cumming!"
Susan's pussy tightened violently around him and it was all too much. With images of a heavily pregnant redhead, Harry closed his eyes shut, stars flying around in his field of vision as he exploded inside of her.
Susan gasped at his first spurt. It burst with such force, he knew for certain there was no way it wouldn't reach her womb. All he could do was press himself as deeply as he could inside her while his balls emptied inside her fertile cunt.
Harry lay on top of Susan for what could have been an eternity, unsure when, if ever, he'd be able to move. Then he felt someone pull him aside, turning him onto his back as his cock slipped out of Susan's ravaged pussy.
Daphne stood over him, a smirk on her face. "Seems like Brown will be out of commission for a while." She wiped a slimy substance from her face, "and Bones isn't looking much better. I guess that means I'll have you for a good while,"
Harry couldn't formulate a response. His prick was still hard, and before it could deflate, Daphne spiked herself down on it.
Harry tensed uncomfortably for a moment, his cock still too sensitive for this. But Daphne bounced on him mercilessly. Pretty soon the mild discomfort turned into extreme pleasure as Daphne's silky cunt squeezed the life out of him. She leaned down, kissing him tenderly on the lips. He could taste Lavender on her.
As the night wore on, Harry couldn't help but feel like things were looking up for him.
…
The next morning, Harry walked down to breakfast alone. Everyone was waiting for him, it was only a few hours before they were set to leave for christmas break.
It was time to announce his decision.
He'd expected all the students to be laser focused on him. But he hadn't expected for everyone in the staff table to also be staring directly at him. As he made his way into the Great Hall, he noticed there was a new, smaller table, directly in front of the staff table, with four seats.
Three of them were occupied, there was only one empty seat left in the middle.
Harry glanced over to the Headmaster. Dumbledore shrugged, "I may have wagered a cheeky Galleon or two,"
Harry took his seat, squeezing between Susan and Lavender. The entire great hall was silent.
"Well. Out with it, who won?" It came from the Ravenclaw table, though he had no idea who had actually asked the question. It could have been anyone.
No one was moving, they all wanted to know.
Sharing a nod with the girls, Harry stood up from his seat and cleared his throat. "I did make my decision last night. Actually, we all did. We chose to stay together, all four of us,"
Groans of dissapointment rang through the great hall. "That's not fair!" Someone shouted.
Harry rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry for that. I guess nobody won then."
At the Gryffindor table, George whispered "we did," to his twin brother, the two of them containing their mischevious laughs. It wouldn't help to draw attention to themselves right now, not with all these disgruntled bettors that had just made them rich.
"If they all won. Maybe we all won? Maybe we get our money back?" Someone else yelled.
Fred and George dashed from their seats, barely making it to the door that led to the Entrance Hall before a mob of students began forming.
Harry shrugged as he sat back down. Food appeared on their table, and Harry shot a final glance back towards the Headmaster. Dumbledore offered him a wink and raised his cup. Harry winked back and returned to his meal. Chaos formed around them as students began to organize hunting parties to look for the Weasley twins.
Harry only had eyes for Daphne as he, Susan and Lavender listened to her vibrant description of the Queenie Fatale dream she'd had last night.
…
June 24, 1995
The third task of the Triwizard tournament had been underway for half an hour now, and it was honestly quite boring. One would think that after staring at a lake for an hour, the organizers would have figured out a way to increase audience engagement for the final task. Instead, the spectators were forced to stare at some green hedges.
All except for the fourth champion's support section, who were in a very exclusive box, elevated high above the maze, allowing them a bird's-eye-view of the proceedings.
This was all thanks to the Weasley twins. Fred and George had been forced to drop out of Hogwarts after the uproar over the bet the previous year, but the boys were not complaining one bit. They had become among the richest people in England thanks to the bet, especially once they started investing their money into their brilliant research products. What began as prank objects quickly turned into a hefty RD contract with the DMLE.
The twins had paid for the box, goblin made, not because they wanted to flaunt their new wealth, but for their own safety. it would not be wise to be within the rest of the school's hexing range.
The box held the entire Weasley family, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Amelia Bones, Anastasia Moon (formerly Greengrass.), Astoria, Mr. and Mrs. Brown, and Harry's three betrotheds.
Also, the three baby girls the three of them currently had in their laps.
When it came out that all three were pregnant, it had caused a little tiff amongst their parents.
Paul Greengrass had actually been interned into the St. Mungos long term care ward. Completely unaware of what was going on, he assumed Harry was just soiling pureblood witches for fun. He tried to attack the young boy, only to be blasted not only by Harry and Daphne, but Astoria and Anastasia.
Needless to say, he was not visited often.
Still, the other adults were a bit disappointed in their daughters, and so they were put on the contraceptive potion until they could get married after graduation. While Harry and the girls discovered that the potion didn't affect the sensation of sex at all, they still agreed to get off it immediately once they got married.
Susan was bouncing Persephone on her lap. The little raven haired girl was staring down at the maze much too intelligently for a nine-month old baby. Her sharp green eyes seemed to be locked onto her father, who was at this moment trying to solve a Sphinx's riddle.
To Susan's right, Daphne was looking proudly at the girl while little Violet slept peacefully in her lap. She loved all of her daughters equally, but there was still a large surge of pride seeing her own flesh and blood be so sharp. Violet tugged at her sleeve, and before Daphne could stop her, the curly haired brunette was nursing on her fine, acromantula-silk robe.
Daphne rolled her eyes. Glancing to her right to see Lavender hadn't noticed her daughter ruining her expensive dress. Instead Lavender was tickling Eden, who was cooing in her lap. The little redhead, green-eyed baby was laughing joyously as Lavender made faces at her.
There was a murmur of anticipation in the box and her head snapped back to the maze. Harry was running up the path, the Triwizard Cup only a few meters away.
Her betrothed would win, and this would all finally be over.
Harry was steps away from the trophy. He glanced behind him, seeing no one nearby, and gave a sigh of relief. He looked up at the skybox and gave it a thumbs up, a large grin on his face.
As Harry reached out to touch the cup, Persephone's eyes narrowed. Since everyone was focused on Harry, no one noticed when the girl's eyes glowed an eerie green.
Suddenly, Harry and the Triwizard Cup were both transported to the skybox.
Harry stumbled a bit, almost tipping over the edge of the box. Eden held her arms out to her papa and Harry felt himself stabilize.
"Woah! Not sure what happened there." Harry grumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Everyone in the box jumped in surprise at his arrival.
"Sirius, did you teach him how to apparate?" Molly Weasley glared accusingly at Harry's godfather, who's innocent look would have worked much better if he wasn't almost always guilty.
"You can't apparate inside of Hogwarts, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione told her.
"Miss Granger is correct, mother." Percy added, making Hermione feel a bit dirty for being on the same side as Percy, who'd been even more of a pompous arse all year.
"Harry, you still need to grab the cup." Daphne said over everyone else's chattering. "The maze is still up, the task isn't over."
Indeed, glancing down, the Boy-Who-Lived could see that the maze hadn't sunken into the ground. Cedric was valiantly trying to wade through the obstacles, unaware that he had already lost.
Harry grinned as he turned back, looking at his girls. "Well, since I'm here, how bout we all grab the cup? Bask in our glory as a family?"
"But, I didn't put on makeup!" Lavender whined.
"Yes you did, Lav." Susan pointed out.
"Not enough for Daily Prophet cameras! They can zero in on every pore!"
Daphne rolled her eyes. She heard a giggle and looked down at baby Violet, who had awoken from the commotion and had seen her gesture.
"Come on girls, Cedric's about to reach the end and find an empty pedestal." Harry said hurriedly.
Susan, Lavender and Daphne stood up, cradling their baby girls. Thankfully this wouldn't be the babies' first trip via magical means, though it would be their first portkey.
"One, two, three!"
The four of them touched the trophy at the same time and were whisked away. Their friends and family leaned over the box, but while the maze began lowering, the Potters were nowhere to be found.
A few hundred miles away, at a cemetery on the outskirts of Little Hangleton, the family of seven were deposited into a graveyard.
The four of them looked around in confusion as they took in their surroundings. There was a slight fog over the dark, gloomy cemetery, which looked to be rather neglected, with overgrown weeds covering most of the chipped and dilapidated headstones and graves.
"Is it not over then?" Harry wondered. He glanced to his left, where Daphne was cradling Violet. The little girl's face looked a bit purple. Harry leant down, looking at his daughter with concern "Everything alright my littl-"
There was a loud grumble and Violet vomited all over her father's forehead.
"Gah!" Harry threw his head back. Eden giggled and clapped while Persephone glared at her sisters.
"Poor thing! I think she has portkey sickness." Susan leaned down worriedly to inspect Violet, who returned her sister's glare with a toothless smile.
"You alright, babe?" Lavender asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Harry had fallen to his knees. There was a loud hissing sound as smoke billowed out of his scar, black gunk dripping down to the floor.
" Evanesco." Daphne vanished the vomit from Harry's face. She followed it up with a quick aguamenti to splash some water on his forehead as he slowly got back to his feet.
"Gotta say, don't love getting barfed on-" he shook his head like a dog, splashing water all over the girls, much to his daughters' glee, "But I feel really good right now, best I've felt in forever."
"Too bad it won't last you long, Potter." Said a high, cold voice.
They turned to face a tall, dark haired wizard who was cradling a baby of his own. A deformed, pale, snake faced baby.
Lavender balked. "That is one ugly baby!"
"Voldemort!" Harry yelled, agitated.
"Wow, that's a bit too cruel there, Harry." Lavender said.
"Kill them all! Spare only the boy!" BabyMort ordered.
The wizard raised his wand and a jet of green light shot off toward the paralyzed Potters.
Persephone's eyes began to glow green once more, but before she could do anything, Eden sneezed hard.
The sneeze collided with the killing curse and the curse was thrown back at it's caster. The tall man was barely able to register shock before he crumpled to the floor.
"LeStrange! Rodolphus! What is going on?!"
BabyMort continued ranting and raving as he was tied up in bodange ropes and levitated over to the Triwizard cup.
….
October 31st, 1998
It just made sense to hold the wedding on Halloween. Three years after Voldemort's final demise, it was time to reclaim the date that had tortured Harry so. In the future, when he thought back on Halloween, he would remember his wedding day above everything else.
The wedding was held in the garden of the newly built Potter Manor, a sprawling estate that crammed all the eccentricities of the four adults and three children that now called it home, plus plenty of room for many other children to come.
Everyone was settled into their pews. This was the social event of the century, which led to a lot of excitement, but it was now past the time the brides should have been walking down the aisle, and there was no movement.
"Hermione, could you go check on them? You've always been good at reigning them in,"
Harry was speaking out the side of his mouth, trying to appear casual and poised as he stood at the altar. To his left, Ron was also trying to act casual, but the sudden twitches and fitful smiles followed by deep frowns gave him away. Harry knew he'd placed a shrunken wireless in his ear so he could listen to the Cannons match. It was actually quite ingenious, he'd inadvertently created a rudimentary set of magical earbuds. It was impressive what Ron Weasley could do when the Chudley Cannons were involved.
To his right, Hermione tried her best to not draw attention as she stepped away from the row of bridesmaids. Astoria, Parvati and Hannah shared long-suffering glances before facing forward once more.
Someone coughed as the awkward silence stretched on.
No one had any fears about the brides getting cold feet. Everyone knew the reason for the delay, even if silencing charms prevented them from hearing the argument that was surely raging.
In the first row sat Anastasia Moon, Amelia Bones and Mary Brown, each with a sleeping granddaughter on her lap.
Anastasia sighed. "One would think motherhood would have softened Daphne up a little bit,"
"Oh, I'm sure it's my Lavender, she gets into one of those stubborn moods and there's no budging her."
"What could they even be arguing about at this late hour?" Amelia Bones questioned, foregoing any pretense of subtlety and speaking loudly enough for everyone else to hear.
"Err," Harry pulled at his collar. At seventeen, he was a dashing young man, tall and broad shouldered, but he still felt like an awkward child when it came to any of his wives' mothers. "I might have an inkling,"
"An inkling?"
Harry remained quiet until his cousin Nymphadora gave a snort. "Might as well spit it out now Harry, I get the feeling we have plenty of time."
"Well…"
Hermione was shocked at what she saw.
She expected to see chaos, with Daphne and Lavender yelling at each other while Susan tried and failed to mediate.
Instead, the room was quiet and tense. The three girls were sitting at a green felt table, cards in their hands and chips in front of them as their house elf Tippy shuffled a deck.
The girls had grown a lot in three years. Daphne was now around five foot five, her figure that of a classic beauty with perfectly proportioned breasts and ass plus a thin waist. Her face had only become more gorgeous, making many wonder if she had veela ancestry.
Susan had stayed short, standing at barely five feet tall, but she packed quite a wallop. Her breasts were now truly massive, her round, shapely ass jutting out as well while her waist, if a little pudgy, was still slim. She'd lost the little bit of baby-fat left on her angelic face, frames by her large brown eyes.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, Lavender was a stallion. The girl was five foot ten with room to grow a bit more. Her large tits and ass were on prominent display, especially in her rather racy wedding dress.
Hermione announced her arrival with a loud sigh. She whipped out her wand and conjured up a chair at the edge of the table. The girls didn't even look her way as she sat down.
"Daphne's idea I take it?" She asked.
Harry had introduced the girls to muggle cinema the summer after fourth year. They'd all enjoyed it, but Daphne had become obsessed. She had an affinity for action adventures and spy thrillers. She was the reason Potter Manor had been outfitted with its own private theater.
"How many hours of research did it take to figure that one out?" Daphne quipped as Tippy placed three cards on the table face up. King of Diamonds, Four of Clubs, Eight of Spades.
The three girls stared at the table for a moment, looked back at their cards and then looked over to a crib sheet they each had in front of them.
"You don't know how to play," Hermione realized.
"Daphne said this was the non combative way to resolve a high stakes situation," Susan answered before she began eying her stack of chips. She reached out and grabbed three blue chips, tossing them into the middle. "It took us this long to sorta learn the rules."
Hermione noticed that all three of their stacks were equal, "So you've just now gotten started? Do you know how long these games can go on for?" Hermione was no expert on poker, but she knew that when her father played with his friends it went on to the wee hours of the night.
"Harry won't mind, and we just need him for the wedding. Everyone else can shove off if they want," Daphne said as she matched Susan's bet.
Lavender turned her cards upside down. "Oh! they look the same both ways!" She returned to reality. "But, I have to disagree Daphne, we all bought such nice dresses, people have to see us wearing them! Besides, Violet and Eden will get cranky if we don't get to the reception soon,"
"Not my Persephone," Daphne sniffed with an air of superiority, "She's so well behaved,"
All three women looked at her incredulously, "She released all the dragons at Gringotts, Daph. We were on the brink of war with the Goblin Nation," Susan said measuredly.
"She was framed! How could a three year old command an army of dragons?"
Seeing they were all rearing up for one of their vaunted arguments, Hermione decided to cut in.
"What is this game supposed to decide, anyways?"
"It's to see who gets what title," Lavender answered, slowly counting the chips until she matched the other two.
Tippy dealt another card.
"Wait, titles? You guys should have sorted that out ages ago!"
"It's complicated, Granger." Daphne frowned. "I've been trying to make this one see reason," she gestured towards Lavender. "She should be Lady Black. That way she can keep the color theme going."
"And I say Daphne should be Lady Black, seeing as shes the most prissy pureblood out of all of us." Lavender retorted. "And if not her, it should be Susan. Bones, Black. Both five letters and they both start with a B, she wont even tell the difference!"
"That same logic applies to you," Susan said as Tippy dealt the final card. "Besides, think of all the stuffy dresses you'll inherit."
Hermione sighed. "I take it none of you want to be Lady Black. Why?"
The three girls stared at her silently until Daphne spoke up. "The Black marriage contract was drafted decades ago, there is a poison pill contained within. We've tried to figure out ways to circumvent it, but there's nothing we can do."
Hermione looked aghast. "Oh no! What barbaric pureblood nonsense are they going to subject you to?"
They all dropped their heads in deep melancholy. "What is it?" Hermione asked again, the timbre of her voice rising.
It was Susan who responded. "Lady Black has to become a permanent member of the Society for Ladies of Proper Upbringing, attendance to all the meetings is mandatory."
A large, uncomfortable silence settled in.
Hermione snorted. "That's it?" They were holding up the wedding for this? The warming charms on the food were going to wear off soon! Lavender's cousin might decide to leave before she could hook up with him! And these girls were stalling because of a stupid club?
"That's it? Granger, my mother was once a member. It is the most dreary, soul-crushing thing in existence. The meetings go on for hours and its a contest to see who's more stuck up." Daphne shuddered at the thought.
"But don't you like that? Being stuck up and all?" Daphne looked offended. "And you, Lavender, isn't this the ultimate gossip circle?"
"Those old hags never gossip about anything interesting. And they're all so guarded, no one ever spills any good tea."
"It's bad, Hermione." Susan assured her. "They would knock on our door to try to get auntie to join, had pamphlets and everything."
Hermione sat in deep thought for a moment. She needed them to wrap this up and get married already.
Thankfully, her keen intellect saved the day once more.
"Why don't the three of you join?"
"Huh?" They asked in unison.
"I'm sure they'll gladly accept Lady Potter and Lady Peverell. Then you three can just hang out with each other during the meetings."
Their eyes lit up. Hermione had cracked it.
She did need to corral them a bit further, since now they were all fighting over being Lady Black.
Finally, it was settled. Daphne would be Lady Potter, Susan would be Lady Peverell and Lavender would be Lady Black.
"Can we finish this round before we leave?" Lavender asked, gesturing towards the poker table.
Hermione inspected the five cards Tippy had dealt. "This game is invalid. One of the cards is a joker and the other one is the cover card with the manufacturer's name."
…
The rest of the wedding and reception went off without a hitch.
Well, besides Eden, Persephone and Violet taking their flower girl duties a bit too seriously. It seemed that they saw it as a competition to see who could throw the most flowers. Once their baskets were spent, the three of them conjured a tidal wave of flowers that flooded all the pews.
It took a bit of a scolding to make them clean it up.
Harry and the girls said one final goodbye to their daughters, who would be staying at the manor along with their grandparents.
All three girls were clinging to their father, begging him not to leave. Persephone threatened to shatter the Statute of Secrecy, Violet stomped around and pouted like a brat, and Eden just cried in Anastasia's arms as their parents bid them adieu.
Harry opened the door to their suite. The girls had sent him off to get ice, which Harry knew meant they were preparing some sort of surprise for him.
As he entered the room, his mouth fell open, the bag of ice in his hand falling to the floor. He stood stock still as someone, probably Daphne, quickly grabbed her wand from the nightstand and waved the door shut behind him.
His three wives were kneeling on the giant, circular bed, completely naked, with mischievous smiles on their faces.
Lavender's ears were now fluffy white rabbit ears, protruding upward with one of them drooping at the end. She had a small bunny nose and had fur running down her whole body, as well as a round, puffy tail above her thick ass. Her hands and feet had been morphed into furry paws.
Susan was next to her. The only Transfiguration involved for her was a pair of long, curved horns protruding out of the sides of her head and little black cow ears replacing her human ones. She wore a nose ring and a tight collar around her neck.
Also, she was completely hogtied. Her arms and legs were tied together behind her back by a tight length of rope. Another rope criss-crossed her body, digging into her cunt, squeezing her massive udders and also running across her face, gagging her mouth completely. Her body was being propped up by Lavender and Daphne.
Daphne was Lavender's mirror. Where the blonde had become a white rabbit, Daphne bad been transfigured into a dark catgirl, completely with tail, ears, paws and black fur all over her body.
"Wow,"
"That's all you can say?" Daphne taunted.
Harry was never great at coming up with witty retorts. He had always been more a man of action, and he was raring for some action right now. His cock was burning a hole through his pants and he had the three sexiest creatures on earth in front of him.
Harry's lightning-quick reflexes were never in greater display than now. One moment, Daphne and Lavender were smiling smugly at their husband, who seemed to be rooted on the spot by the scene in front of him. Then Daphne blinked.
Where Harry had once stood there was now a pile of clothes. Daphne's eyes darted over to Lavender and Susan. Susan was suspended in the air, a large metal hook hanging onto the rope around her back. The redhead's eyes were closed, loud moans muffled by the rope that gagged her as the length of rope wrapped around her pussy dug even deeper into her slit. The hook, suspended on air, was swinging her from front to back, adding to the strain on her pussy.
Lavender for her part was writhing on the bed. Daphne gasped as she saw ice cubes gliding all over the blonde bunny's body.
Merlin! Those were meant for cocktails!
Harry had employed the ice to to torture Lavender. Two ice cubes were sliding up and down her sides, two more were running circles along the soles of her desperately cramping paws, another two were doing the same to Lavender's painfully erect nipples, gliding smoothly around the nubs before running down to her belly button and then returning back to her tits. One last ice cube was running over her pussy, drawing a jolt from Lavender whenever it touched her clit.
Lavender's furry body was becoming damper by the second, and yet the ice cubes were no closer to melting.
Daphne was still transfixed by the scene when she felt a sharp tug on her backside. Her own fur stood on end as Harry yanked her by her tail, earning him equal measure of pleasure and pain from his kitten.
"You girls have done it now," he said in a husky tone that send shivers down her spine. Her cunt felt so hot, her musky scent more powerful than she'd ever remembered it. She'd assured the girls that the partial transfiguration was only cosmetic, but she was beginning to have doubts.
"Have I been a bad kitty?" She asked, turning her head to see her husband's dark, steamy emerald eyes looking at her with a deep, animalistic need. "You've been very bad indeed," Harry said. He pushed his nose into her dripping cunt and took a deep whiff. Daphne close her eyes as he still held her up by her tail, his nose being replaced by his hot tongue, which punched deep into her honeypot.
Daphne hissed in ecstasy, her back arching as Harry began eating her pussy with abandon. His face was buried into her cunt, foregoing technique for pure lustful aggression. His tongue and lips were everywhere, devouring her treasure while his hand stroked the base of her tail. Daphne felt her claws protracting, piercing through the silky bed sheets and digging right into the firm mattress.
Harry had no thoughts in his mind. His entire world was the delicious, sweet and tangy pussy he was eating. Each taste of Daphne's slick juices added to his thirst, until the point that he was drinking from her like a man who'd just found an oasis in the desert. He moved from stroking her tail to scratching right above it, at the base of her lower back. Daphne let out a loud mewl at that as Harry focused his attention on her clit, a few moments later, his kitten shook violently as she exploded in orgasm.
She was a veritable gusher of girlcum as she collapsed onto the bed, her back arched as Harry collected his sweet treasure from her cunt. Daphne was kneading her paws on the bed, destroying the sheets as she rode her orgasm and Harry drank in every single drop of her juices.
Harry pulled back from her and shifted forward. Daphne could feel his thick, hard shaft press onto her, the heat rising once again.
Harry held his cock at Daphne's entrance, but before proceeding, he looked at his other two girls. Lavender was twitching, the ice having drawn numerous orgasms from the rapidly exhausting girl. He snapped his fingers and most of the ice vanished, leaving only the cubes running up and down her sides. Susan wasn't doing much better. There was a drip lf thick juices running down the rope as the girl kept her eyes shut tight.
Deciding that Susan had been tortured for longer, Harry snapped his fingers again. The ropes around her mouth and cunt disappeared while the rest tightened up even more. Harry levitated her onto the bed face up. The ropes tying her limbs together came undone, and when he placed her on the bed, those same ropes tied each of her limbs individually, leaving her spread eagled in front of Daphne.
"H-H-arry! Daddy! C-can I have a breather?" Susan begged, only able to raise her head as her bonds kept her tied down completely.
"Don't worry Susie. Daphne will give you a breather." Susan trembled at Harry's evil grin.
He pushed into Daphne with all his might, pushing the catgirl up into Susan's cunt. Almost out of instinct, Daphne began lapping at Susan like a cat would a bowl of milk.
Thankfully, her tongue wasn't barbed, but it was still torture for the overly stimualted redhead as her sister-wife ate her out. Harry pounded into Daphne's pussy, his hand once again holding her tail up, stroking the furry appendage as he stroked into his wife's needy cunt.
The bed shifted and Harry was surprised to see Lavender hadn't passed out. The blonde crawled shakily over to Susan, climbing over on top of the redhead. Due to the height difference, Lavender ended up smothering susan, their bountiful tits pressing together as the short little redhead cow was being crushed by the tall bunny.
Lavender settled in, rubbing their tits together and wiggling her tail as their slits lined up perfectly. Daphne used her claws for purchase on the bed as she went to work, licking both girls as Harry pounded her cunt into the mattress.
Harry loved the sight of all three of his girls together. He stretched his free arm out to grab at Lavender's stubby little tail. His blonde wife gasped in pleasure as he squeezed it at the same time as Daphne's tongue lapped at her clit.
Susan was able to maneuver her head enough to capture one of Lavender's juicy breasts in her mouth. As the redhead suckled on her tits, Harry's thumb drifted down below her tail. Slick with some of Daphne's juices, the thumb slid easily into Lavender's rosebud, sinking down past the knuckle. Harry wiggled the appendage around inside her tight canal as Lavender began to grind her pussy against Susan's. This made Daphne's job a bit harder, but the brunette kept licking away at her sister-wive's cunts.
They were a disjointed symphony, but one quite beautiful and erotic. Harry pushed into Daphne one last time before he erupted within his wife, the knowledge that they were all off the potion adding a bit of oomph to his ejaculation.
Daphne's eyes rolled back as her husband filled her up, flooding her fertile cunt with his strong seed. She saw stars as his meat filled her completely.
When his last spurt shot into her, Harry pulled out of his kitten, his cock nowhere near being done. He pulled Daphne roughly by her tail again, moving her off to the side as he knelt in front of his other two girls.
Harry didn't think too hard about it. He lined his cock up with a cunt and pushed in. From the squeal of pleasure, he knew he'd sunken into Susan.
Harry fucked his tied up redhead wife hard, holding onto her legs for leverage. He lowered his head to give Lavender's bum a kiss, and the blonde took the cue to lift her body off of Susan's.
Susan gasped both in pleasure from Harry's pounding and relief from having Lavender's suffocating weight off of her. Lavender knelt with her knees at either side of Susan, angling her backside upward. Harry dived forward, burying his tongue into her asshole. He brought his hands up to spread Lavender's cheeks, allowing him further access into her rear hole.
Meanwhile Susan strained against her restraints and the ropes squeezing her tits as her husband rolled his hips expertly into her cunt.
With her backside raised, Lavender's face was now level with Susan's, and she took the opportunity to kiss the struggling redhead.
Harry's tongue dug deep into his wifes ass, savoring her taste as his rythm with Susan kept climbing higher and higher. Susan's legs and arms were writhing against her restraints. Lavender grabbed onto her horns, which were surprisingly sensitive, and moved from her mouth to licking her face. The blonde nibbled and tugged at Susan's nose ring. The redhead mewled, arching her back at the same exact moment as Harry pushed his thick cock deep into her cervix.
Susan saw stars once more, and her convulsing walls were enough to milk Harry for his second orgasm. He shot just as much milk inside of Susan as he did Daphne, filling her to bursting with his seed. Susan's legs and arms begged for freedom from their restraints, but the ropes did not budge. Lavender kissed her sister-wife in the cheek as the cowgirl could do nothing but let her orgasm ravage through her.
Finally, mercifully, Harry vanished her bonds. Lavender crawled off her and Susan rolled over to Daphne, who was curled up into a little ball with her tail tucked under her chin. Susan used the last of her strength to wrap her arms around Kitty-Daphne before she passed out as well.
That left Lavender and Harry.
As tall as Lavender was, Harry had shot up to six toot three, more than enough to still tower over her. Lavender smiled seductively at her husband as she wiggled her body around for him, giving him flashes of her puffy tail as she moved her shapely ass.
"You've got your bunny girl, Harry. What do you want to do to her?" her tongue slid across her lower lip seductively as she looked at him through half-lidded eyes, her furry body soaked with a mixture of sweat and water. She turned around, presenting her shapely bum to him as she continued to shake her ass for him.
Harry was hypnotized by his bimbo of a wife's behind, and not for the first time he thanked whatever higher powers existed that allowed him to marry these three goddesses.
Harry knelt forward, his erection as raging as ever as he grabbed Lavender by the hair.
"Please, fuck me daddy!" Lavender begged.
But Harry didn't push into her right there on the bed, instead he pulled her off the bed, standing them up next to it.
Harry stared intensely into her eyes before he roughly claimed her lips in a kiss. Lavender melted into it as Harry grabbed her bum and pulled her to him. They snogged like there was no tomorrow until Harry abruptly broke the kiss.
He turned her around and bent her over the bed. Lavender spread her legs out, placing her furry paws on the mattress for support, her paws settling on the same spot Daphne had clawed through earlier.
Harry took a long look at her perfectly fat bum, the rabbit tail wiggling my itself driving him to a whole new level of arousal. Lavender looked over her shoulder, her mouth watering as his thick, turgid member looked ready to rocket into her steamy cunt.
And that's exactly what it did. Harry slammed into her with considerable might. Lavender's ass hadn't stopped rippling by the time Harry pulled back again and began to set a punishing pace.
"AH! MERLIN DADDY!" Lavender was always a screamer, and she was doing it at the top of her lungs as her husband fucked her.
Harry grunted with every thrust, her succulent ass bouncing back and her bountiful breasts colliding in rythm with his every movement. He had a hand at her hip, but seeing something on his peripheral vision, his other hand shot out.
Lavender shrieked as her head was forcefully pulled back. Harry had grabbed onto her rabbit ears, both tips being squeezed by his hand. Harry pulled her head back until her upper back was pressed against Harry's front. The dark haired man licked a trail from her neck all the way up her ears, all the while the two of them were slamming into each other, Harry's balls slapping against Lavender's clit with every violent clash.
The hand that had been at her hip went up to maul roughly at her breasts. He pulled and pinched at her nipples, squeezing and kneading her tits.
Lavender had her mouth open, a constant gurgle leaving her as a line of slobber ran down her mouth, her eyes unfocused as every impact of his pelvis left an explosion of pleasure as her tight little cunt was pounded.
She felt the shaking. It might have started at her legs or at her core or maybe evrrywhere at once. She didn't need to warn Harry, they were masters of each other's bodies. As Harry felt his wife's orgasms rapidly approach her, he geared up to an unholy pace. A pace that was much too fast for him to last much longer.
He buried himself in her and fell on top of her, collapsing onto the bed as he fulfilled his purpose, filling his third wife with a prodigious amount of baby batter.
The distance to the other two girls looked insormountable. Harry dragged Lavender along with him like a wounded comrade, letting out a sigh of relief as he finally reached the other two girls. Harry spooned Susan from behind, his arms reaching all the way to Daphne's cat ears, which he instantly began scratching. Lavender settled somewhere between all of them.
Satisfied with the lumpy mass of bodies, Harry closed his eyes. They still had two more weeks left on their honeymoon.
….
Nine months later
The waiting area was relatively empty. Once dawn set in, Amelia left for work at the Ministry and Roland Brown went off to tend to the farm.
Mary and Astoria were handing out tea and snacks from the cafeteria. Sirius collected his cup of coffee with a nod and a smile. He also grabbed a snack for his wife, Anastasia Black, who was sleeping softly on his shoulder. Remus was on his other side, slowly sipping on his tea while he worked on lesson plans for the next school year.
Usually he had his little helper in Persephone, who also like to grade papers with him. The soon to be five year old was a bit harsh in her grading, but Remus had long since learned that she understood the material much better than even he did.
But right now the girl was with her sisters, setting a perimeter around their father. Violet was pacing back and forth, patrolling in front of Harry. When aunt Astoria and grandma Mary approached with some snacks, she took some for herself and her sisters but shook her head at the coffee.
Daddy was a nervous wreck.
Harry was sitting on a bench, fidgeting with himself as he waited and waited for the healer to come out. Eden sat on his lap, the angelic little redhead trying to distract her daddy by conjuring a tiny quidditch match in her palm. There was a miniature pitch with miniature players flying around on tiny brooms. She'd even made sure the Falmouth seeker looked just like her daddy!
Persephone was sitting down next to Harry, her cold green eyes looking dissaprovingly at Eden's work. "Will you cease that little parlor trick? Father is not enthused by it." Persephone knew what her father truly needed. It would be child's play for her to enter his mind to calm his nerves. Unfortunately, she'd been banned from messing with people's minds ever since that time she made Percy Weasley bomb a speech at a ministry banquet.
In her defense, he'd bored her father to death talking about trunk compartment regulations earlier that day, taking away precious time he could have spent doting on her.
Eden looked at her dark haired sister and pouted, allowing her construct to crumble.
"But daddy said it looked nice!"
"It does look nice, crumpet," Harry smiled down at her before frowning towards Persephone. "Phone, what have we talked about?"
"Oooh! oooh!That she needs to stop being such a bitch to us!" Violet answered for her.
"VIOLET!" the girl became redfaced as she was scolded by half the adults in the room.
"Who taught you such language?" A recently roused Anastasia asked sternly.
Violet tried to keep quiet, but the way her eyes darted between Sirius and Astoria gave it all away.
Anastasia swatted Sirius on the arm. "HEY! What did I do?" He asked, trying to protect himself.
"You know very well what you did!" she glared, joined by Mary.
"What about Astoria? She looked at her too!"
"Ooooh! Uncle Sirius is a tattletale!" Violet cooed.
"Tattletale!" Eden joined her from Harry's lap.
"Children," Persephone huffed, rolling her eyes.
The door opened and a middle aged lady walked out wearing hospital robes, her hair slightly disheveled as she walked over to the group.
Harry stood up instantly, hugging Eden to himself as he looked over to the woman with concern in his eyes.
"Healer Jones, is everything alright?" The girl's first labor hadn't taken anywhere near this long. He was worried that something had happened.
His worries weren't assuaged by the healer's serious face, though it softened a bit when she looked at him. "Your wives are all perfectly fine, Lord Potter. And they gave birth to three healthy baby girls."
Harry deflated, the tension leaving him instantly as it slowly turned into relief. Violet and Eden began to cheer wildly while Persephone smiled from his side. Everyone else was in a similar mood.
"Seems that you only shoot pink, Potter," Astoria quipped at her brother-in-law as everyone stood up, ready to go meet the newborns.
The healer put a hand up. "There was a…peculiarity." She said, sounding a bit nervous.
"Peculiarty? You said they were all healthy!" Mary griped, irritation seeping into her voice.
Healer Jones raised her other hand in assurance. "They are perfectly healthy! It's just… well, If you could come with me, Lord Potter? Afterwards, the rest of the family can join you."
Harry's brow furrowed, wondering what the hell could be going on. Deciding he would find out soon enough, he nodded. "Alright then. I'll see you guys in a bit."
He began to walk to the room, Eden still in his arms and Violet and Persephone following closely by.
"Err… it might be better if your daughters waited outside for now." Jones insisted.
Harry took one look at Persephone's stony face before he shook his head at the healer. "They'll find out even if I leave them here, might as well bring them with."
Healer Jones didn't seem convinced, but she relented, allowing them to follow her into the room.
His wives were each in their bed, looking exhausted but happy, though he noticed that Susan and Lavender shot small glares at a guilty looking Daphne.
"Girls, are you ok?" Harry asked as he walked in. Violet ran over to the first bed, which happened to be Susan's, and hopped on. "Where's our sisters!?"
Ignoring their daughter, the girls gazed at Harry with serious looks.
"Alright, someone has to tell me what's going on." He demanded, feeling a bit guilty at raising his voice when his wives had just given birth, but needing to know what had happened.
"Harry…err. You know I'm usually really good with transfiguration." Daphne began.
"She was a bit too good this time." Lavender quipped.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but his questions were answered when the nurse wheeled in his three newborn baby girls.
The first time around, the girls had given birth days apart from each other, with Harry present in the room for all three. This time they'd given birth on the same day and Harry had been kept out of the room so he could keep his eldest daughters in check.
Harry had been slightly worried that he wouldn't be able to tell who'd given birth to whom. Not that there were any divisions in their parenting, his wives treated all their daughters as their own. But when it came to naming, they each did want to choose their biological child's name.
As he looked at his newborn daughters, happiness welling up in him, he realized he wouldn't be having that problem.
None of the bundles of joy had hair, but the one on the left, staring up at him with one sapphire blue eye and one bright green, had a small pair of black cat ears, as well as a tail that was poking out from the bottom of her blanket. The middle baby had warm brown eyes with flecks of gold, as well as the tiniest little horns he'd ever seen barely poking out of her forehead. Finally, the last baby was smiling up at him with silver eyes and white bunny ears fidgeting about, he would bet his entire Gringotts account that she had a bunny tail under those blankets.
Harry turned back to his wives.
Daphne coughed. "Listen, it's not my fault! It was Susan's idea to keep us like that the entire honeymoon. If we'd transfigured back this wouldn't have happened!"
Harry shook his head with a chuckle. "We've got three beautiful, healthy baby girls, I think it's time we name them," his eyes glinted happily.
The tension left the room, the girls all beaming at him happily. Harry glanced at the healer and she nodded, leaving the room along with the nurse to give the family their privacy.
"Alright, Suzie. How about we start with you?"
It seemed his three eldest would not allow things to proceed as they had last time, all of them wanting to chip in on naming their sisters. The adults didn't put up too much of a resistance, and soon the entire Potter family joined together to name their newest members.
An hour later, the rest of the family was invited in.
Felina Potter, Lolanthe Black and Beatrice Peverell made quite the first impression.